Fic: a different sort of battle
A Different Sort of Battle || Bridget/Allen; NC17
For Dawn~
It had started with a particularly hard slam to the ground.
They’d been sparring again- not a rare occurrence, but not a usual one either- once again back in that secluded empty space where all the construction materials were, just on the edge of a small cluster of trees. It had been Allen who slammed Bridget to the ground then, earning a moan that had worried him-until he saw the flush on tan cheeks and felt the shift of a slightly taller body pushing up against his own. He’d flushed, pulled away, intending to stop- only to nearly take another blow as Bridget resumed his attacks, as if completely oblivious to what he’d just been doing.
Somehow, in between dodging blows and delivering them, they’d wound up in the trees, fists and feet narrowly missing each other and slamming into the trees with growing frequency. A feint, a snag, and this time it was Allen being slammed against a tree, Bridget’s breath hot against his ear as the other pressed close, forehead pressed to the trunk of the tree at Allen’s back. It devolved from there before Allen knew it- before he could even put thought into stopping it- though it somehow held the same need and fervor as the last time.
“B-Bridget, we- a-ah!- we shouldn’t-!”
His words were cut off before he could finish, and before Bridget could reply- not that the blonde would have been able to, with how his mouth was currently occupied. It was uncomfortable, at first, and Allen’s hand fisted in Bridget’s hair, so tight it must have been painful, trying to pull him away even as his hips tried to push forward, and Bridget’s nails at his hips dug in hard in warning. He pulled back then, looking up at Allen from beneath a fringe of pale hair, half-lidded eyes dark and promising, and offered a slow, syrupy smile that made his breath catch and his grip on his hair loosen just slightly. It was always surprising how pretty Bridget was for a boy- even when angry, there was a certain quality to his features that made the expressions feminine- appealing, if you liked your girls feisty. But then he didn’t let you forget he was a boy, either- he had far too much pride for that, always ready with just the right sort of reminder.
One of his hands shifted then, forearm pressing down on Allen’s belly as his other hand traveled down, pushing his shorts just enough down and out of the way so that he sprang free, and Allen almost regretted looking down to see what the other was planning to do when he saw the way Bridget started stroking himself.
And oh- if Allen had thought Bridget’s mouth had been difficult to deal with at his fingers previously, it was nothing compared to having that warm, wet heat sliding slowly up and down his shaft, tongue pressing, teeth scraping, lips tightening to suck in all the right places. The longer he continued, the more slack Allen’s grip became, until it was simply a threading of fingers through fine golden hair, Allen’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth slack. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see it, however, he could still hear everything going on- from the soft, moist sounds of Bridget’s mouth sliding over him to the quiet, breathless moans thrumming around him as Bridget stroked himself in time to the bobbing of his head. They hadn’t changed, he noticed, from the moment Bridget had slipped those dangerous lips around him to the moment he’d released himself. No, he realized, eyes half-opening in surprise to look down at the rapidly-moving head between his legs- Bridget wasn’t moaning like that in pleasure because of what he was doing to himself… it was because of what he was doing to Allen. The thought startled him into sliding his hand from Bridget’s hair to his cheek, and the blonde looked up at him, blinking those large green eyes curiously even as he pulled back to lap at the head of Allen’s length teasingly.
“B-Bridget, I…”
Somehow, those lips seemed to curve into a smile around him, and Allen stared in surprise as Bridget lowered his gaze once more, took a deep breath, and then took the entirety of him in, not stopping until his lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his arousal, swallowing thickly around him as he pulled back and began bobbing his head again. It took only one more repetition of the other boy taking him in to the hilt for Allen to come undone, and Bridget raked his nails over his belly as he pulled back to swallow eagerly, mouth falling open afterward as he stroked himself to completion and then licked his own fingers clean, tugging his shorts back up around his hips. He stood then, dusting off the knees of his boots, and smirked at Allen as he moved forward to help him clean up, fingertips alighting briefly at his hips before he pulled away, still licking his fingers clean, and cracked the knuckles of the other hand, lips quirking into a half-smirk.
“…care for another go 'round, Allen?”
For Dawn~
It had started with a particularly hard slam to the ground.
They’d been sparring again- not a rare occurrence, but not a usual one either- once again back in that secluded empty space where all the construction materials were, just on the edge of a small cluster of trees. It had been Allen who slammed Bridget to the ground then, earning a moan that had worried him-until he saw the flush on tan cheeks and felt the shift of a slightly taller body pushing up against his own. He’d flushed, pulled away, intending to stop- only to nearly take another blow as Bridget resumed his attacks, as if completely oblivious to what he’d just been doing.
Somehow, in between dodging blows and delivering them, they’d wound up in the trees, fists and feet narrowly missing each other and slamming into the trees with growing frequency. A feint, a snag, and this time it was Allen being slammed against a tree, Bridget’s breath hot against his ear as the other pressed close, forehead pressed to the trunk of the tree at Allen’s back. It devolved from there before Allen knew it- before he could even put thought into stopping it- though it somehow held the same need and fervor as the last time.
“B-Bridget, we- a-ah!- we shouldn’t-!”
His words were cut off before he could finish, and before Bridget could reply- not that the blonde would have been able to, with how his mouth was currently occupied. It was uncomfortable, at first, and Allen’s hand fisted in Bridget’s hair, so tight it must have been painful, trying to pull him away even as his hips tried to push forward, and Bridget’s nails at his hips dug in hard in warning. He pulled back then, looking up at Allen from beneath a fringe of pale hair, half-lidded eyes dark and promising, and offered a slow, syrupy smile that made his breath catch and his grip on his hair loosen just slightly. It was always surprising how pretty Bridget was for a boy- even when angry, there was a certain quality to his features that made the expressions feminine- appealing, if you liked your girls feisty. But then he didn’t let you forget he was a boy, either- he had far too much pride for that, always ready with just the right sort of reminder.
One of his hands shifted then, forearm pressing down on Allen’s belly as his other hand traveled down, pushing his shorts just enough down and out of the way so that he sprang free, and Allen almost regretted looking down to see what the other was planning to do when he saw the way Bridget started stroking himself.
And oh- if Allen had thought Bridget’s mouth had been difficult to deal with at his fingers previously, it was nothing compared to having that warm, wet heat sliding slowly up and down his shaft, tongue pressing, teeth scraping, lips tightening to suck in all the right places. The longer he continued, the more slack Allen’s grip became, until it was simply a threading of fingers through fine golden hair, Allen’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth slack. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see it, however, he could still hear everything going on- from the soft, moist sounds of Bridget’s mouth sliding over him to the quiet, breathless moans thrumming around him as Bridget stroked himself in time to the bobbing of his head. They hadn’t changed, he noticed, from the moment Bridget had slipped those dangerous lips around him to the moment he’d released himself. No, he realized, eyes half-opening in surprise to look down at the rapidly-moving head between his legs- Bridget wasn’t moaning like that in pleasure because of what he was doing to himself… it was because of what he was doing to Allen. The thought startled him into sliding his hand from Bridget’s hair to his cheek, and the blonde looked up at him, blinking those large green eyes curiously even as he pulled back to lap at the head of Allen’s length teasingly.
“B-Bridget, I…”
Somehow, those lips seemed to curve into a smile around him, and Allen stared in surprise as Bridget lowered his gaze once more, took a deep breath, and then took the entirety of him in, not stopping until his lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his arousal, swallowing thickly around him as he pulled back and began bobbing his head again. It took only one more repetition of the other boy taking him in to the hilt for Allen to come undone, and Bridget raked his nails over his belly as he pulled back to swallow eagerly, mouth falling open afterward as he stroked himself to completion and then licked his own fingers clean, tugging his shorts back up around his hips. He stood then, dusting off the knees of his boots, and smirked at Allen as he moved forward to help him clean up, fingertips alighting briefly at his hips before he pulled away, still licking his fingers clean, and cracked the knuckles of the other hand, lips quirking into a half-smirk.
“…care for another go 'round, Allen?”