FIC: The Plane (Toki/Skwisgaar; NC-17)
TO: gossamerfics
FROM:seashadows
Title: The Plane
Pairing: Toki/Skwisgaar
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Anytime.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author’s Notes: This popped into my head and wouldn’t leave. Enjoy!
There was a model plane outside Skwisgaar’s door, and it was brightly-colored enough that Skwisgaar could see it clearly, even through a fairly painful hangover from last night’s annual pre-Valentine’s Day chug-a-thon. Skwisgaar had thought Toki was buzzed enough that he couldn’t do anything except puke and take a nap, but apparently not.
Maybe the stupid dildo could hold his booze better than anyone thought, because the model on the floor showed pretty clearly that Toki had sneaked out to put it there. The thing was bright, eye-gougingly red, with electric yellow stripes cross-hatching the wings and a black stripe running around its body.
In spite of his usual aversion to Toki’s immature little hobby, Skwisgaar was impressed. He had to admit that the plane looked pretty good, disgusting colors aside. From what he could remember of planes, he thought the shape of the wings was a lot more accurate than the ones Toki made for his ceiling models.
The plane’s nose, which was painted black to match the body stripe, had a note taped to the pointed tip. Raising an eyebrow, Skwisgaar peeled the tape off carefully; normally he would have just ripped it apart, of course, but something made him want to take care this time. Toki had obviously put a lot of effort into the damn thing, so he might as well not chip the paint on purpose.
Skwisgaar, the note started out. Skwisgaar snorted. Who the fuck else would be opening the note? Everyone else tended to steer clear of his room most of the time.
I give this to you for Valentine Days. Happy brutal Valentins. I let it drys so you don’t get a paint on your finger. This one actually flyes! We flyes it off the roof with a remot controls when the others are not watchings, ok?
I paint this reds but I don’t use a pink, because pink is for dildoes. Instead you have a yelloes and blacks. Don’t let a g milf lyes down on it, because I works real hard. Or a fbls, they sqwish it real hard and it ruineds.
Happy brutal Valentins again you dildoes ass. Don’t fucks you self to hamburgar time.
TOKI.
Toki couldn’t write for shit, and he was even shittier at wishing Skwisgaar a happy fucking Valentine’s, but the note made Skwisgaar’s lips curl up into a smile instead of his usual sardonic smirk. What a dildo Toki was, calling him an ass and giving him a kids’ toy instead of a useful Valentine’s gift, like a cock ring or maybe some of that massage oil with gold flakes.
He’d have to be punished for being such a conscientious little jackoff, and Skwisgaar knew just what sort of punishment Toki deserved.
Picking up the plane and the note in one hand, he stretched the other high over his head, yawned, and started off down the cold flagstones to Toki’s room. As might be expected from Toki, he lived an inconveniently far distance from Skwisgaar’s room, which sucked when either of them (although usually it was Skwisgaar) was horny. And the stone flags were always cold on his feet, which tended to - for some weird reason - inflame any boner he sported at any given time (such as right now).
“Toki,” he said when he finally reached Toki’s room. He stuck a fist out and pounded on the door, raising his voice a little; even if Toki had a hangover, well, he’d left the damn thing outside his door, so it couldn’t be that bad. “Toki! I gets what you leaves for me.”
A faint, muffled sound issued from inside the room, tired and a little irritated, like Toki had his head shoved under his pillow. “Mmm?”
“Toki!” Skwisgaar gave the door another bang. “I gets you’s…” he paused, curling one side of his lip up in a smirk “…you’s Valenskine present. I comes to talks to you abouts it. Lets me in, ah?”
“You don’ts like it?” Toki yawned, but he sounded more concerned than tired now. “Fucks! I makes just for you, cause I t’ink you likes de black and reds.”
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. Toki couldn’t see it, of course, but the gesture still seemed like it was called for, since his bandmate was being a crybaby. “I ain’ts step on it, you dildos. I just wants to talk, okays? Like de ladies. For you.”
“Oh. Holds on.” Skwisgaar heard a rustling sound, then a thump, followed by the soft, slapping sound of bare feet against stone. And a squeak, probably Toki’s reaction to the cold stone. A moment later, Toki himself opened the door, his long hair a little rumpled and his eyes reddened. “Heys,” he said, giving Skwisgaar a tiny, crooked smile. Maybe he had a hangover after all; usually, his grins were huge and goofy. “So you ams like it!” He pointed to the plane in Skwisgaar’s hand.
“I didn’ts say dat,” Skwisgaar said. Toki’s face started to crumple. “But I didn’ts say I don’ts like it, either. Don’ts be a cries-baby, okay?”
Toki thrust out his lower lip, but his face stabilized. “Amens’t a cries-baby,” he muttered. “I just makes you a nice t’ings, and it metals ‘cause it ams fly. You wants to t’row it off de roofs or nots?”
“Sures, I t’rows it.” With their luck, it would probably hit a Klokateer in the head, and that would be metal. Who cared if someone saw them together, anyway? Skwisgaar was better than all of them. “But I talks to you abouts what you give me fors de Valenskine. A planes?” Skwisgaar shook his head, as though he were very fucking disappointed with Toki. “Dat ain’ts a Valenskine presents. Dey supposed to be somet’ings what you can use for a sexings.”
“Oh,” Toki said, cheeks reddening. “A, um…a sexings? I didn’ts know - I thought you just suppose to use it fors giving a present to somes-one what you likes a lot.”
“Toki,” Skwisgaar said, a little more forcefully than it had sounded in his brain, “likings people am not metals.”
Toki crossed his arms and glared up at him. “Whatsever,” he said. “Just…fucks you. You don’ts want de plane, den I don’ts make for you no mores.”
Stupid oversensitive little…sexy dildo. Skwisgaar shook his head; Toki could be fucking annoying and ungrateful and downright whiny a lot of the time, but Odin help him, he was hot, and he turned Skwisgaar on like no one else. Plus, he’d taken time out of his night to make him a working model plane - even if that wasn’t metal, it was sweet enough to override the metal boundaries they all worked so hard to stay behind. “I didn’ts say I don’t wants it,” he said. “But I wants also de sexings.”
“Oh!” Toki’s face turned even redder, eyes widening. “You, uh…you gives to me Valenskine fucks?”
Ugh, still with the Valentine’s fixation? At least Toki hadn’t said ‘a real cool fuckings’; that always killed Skwisgaar’s boner for about thirty seconds. “Ja, sures. A Valenskine’s fucks.” What the hell; he could humor him, especially since the bulge in Toki’s boxers made it clear that the rhythm guitarist wasn’t opposed to the idea. Skwisgaar licked his lips and added, “I fucks you. Okay?”
Toki didn’t answer. Skwisgaar was just about to ask him if he’d even fucking heard what he’d said when Toki launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his chest and plastering his mouth with enthusiastic, sloppy kisses.
Surprised, Skwisgaar bent his head and began to kiss him back, feeling a rush of heat race to his groin and make his cock swell. Toki liked kissing, but he usually waited for Skwisgaar to make the first move, and he was rarely this assertive. “You’s eagers,” Skwisgaar murmured between kisses. “You all hards, huh?”
Toki’s only reply was a whimpering groan that made Skwisgaar’s cock throb even more. “J-ja…” The bulge of his erection poked Skwisgaar’s thigh, and Skwisgaar couldn’t resist reaching down to rub it. “Oh!”
“You’s sluts for me,” Skwisgaar purred, rubbing his own cock against Toki’s thigh. “Dat’s why you gives to me a plane. You wants me to be fuckings you real hard uns-til you screams.”
Toki whimpered again, taking his lips away and panting against Skwisgaar’s neck. “Fucks, Skwisgaar, pul meg i rassen!”
Skwisgaar gave one of Toki’s firm asscheeks a pinch. “I fucks you in de ass when I readies,” he said, cupping Toki’s ass in his palms and pulling him close. “Or mays-be not. Mays-be I just rubs you until you comes in you’s pants.” That would be hot, though - Toki groaning and thrusting against him as he spurted in his pajama pants, unable to control himself a second longer because of how hot Skwisgaar was.
He felt himself get harder just thinking about it.
“Nnn,” Toki moaned, thrusting his ass back into Skwisgaar’s hands and his cock forward against his crotch. His face was still buried in the crook of his neck, sweaty and burning hot with lust; Skwisgaar smirked, more than a little proud that he had that effect on him. Sure, he turned on women all the time, but it was different with Toki; he seemed so childish at times that some people would probably be surprised he could be turned on at all.
“You wants me to fuck you ins de ass, stills?” Skwisgaar asked. He could feel Toki’s cock twitching against his even through his jeans and Toki’s pajamas, and to be honest, he didn’t think he could wait for either of them to take their pants off.
Toki pulled back, his hips still moving against Skwisgaar’s a little, and stared at him as though he’d forgotten there was a person attached to the dick. “Nei,” he said huskily. His normally thin lips were red and swollen, and his pupils had dilated so much that his eyes looked huge and dark. “Makes me…makes me comes, Skwisgaar.” He pressed his crotch against Skwisgaar’s, rubbing slowly. “You comes, too.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem. Skwisgaar could feel his cock leaking pre-come into his pants, a sure sign that he was going to come in his good jeans. Then again, he had about a hundred pairs of good jeans, give or take fifty; he could tell the Gears to burn this pair. Or set them up as a shrine to his dick, which they’d probably be happy to do. Idiots.
Giving Toki’s ass another squeeze, he pulled his bandmate in even closer, so much so that he could feel his dick press against his zipper. He hissed in pain - and pleasure, because even that bit of pressure felt good - and pulled back just slightly, then started to rub his crotch against Toki’s again. “You wants to come?” he said, squeezing that firm ass between his fingers. “So turn-eds on, huh? You can’ts wait.”
Toki squeaked as Skwisgaar squeezed him, then gasped and started pumping his hips faster. “Ja, Skwisgaar, fucks! Keeps does dat!”
“Shits,” Skwisgaar growled, his voice so low and aroused that it hardly sounded like his. This was so fucking simple compared to what he usually did with groupies, but stupid fucking Toki, the dumb kid who thought a nosebleed was a blowjob, was about to make him - fuck! Digging his fingers into Toki’s ass, he writhed against him, his climax ripping through him so strongly that his knees wobbled.
Dimly, he could hear Toki cursing in a weird mixture of English and Norwegian as he came, too: “Fucks, Skwisgaar, oh gods, faen i helvete…shits, shits! Pul meg!”
The difference between them, though, was that Toki actually did fall over. Knees buckling, he fell to the floor, pulling Skwisgaar down with him and making them land on the hard stone. Immediately, he re-buried his face, this time in Skwisgaar’s bare chest. “Gods,” he moaned. “I comes a real long times.”
“Yeah.” Skwisgaar put a hand on the small of his back and grinned, a dazed smile that lit up his eyes. “You comes right afters me. Stops copies me.”
“I amens’t copies you,” Toki protested. “Dat was you’s other presents, Skwisgaar. Happies Valenskine days.”
“Pfft,” Skwisgaar said. “Was dat a presents, to make me comes in my pants and bes all gross?” He rubbed his palm against Toki’s back. “You fuckings…sexy dildos.”
Toki pulled away and blinked at him. “You t’inks I sexies?”
Well, it was probably the least metal thing Skwisgaar had ever said, but he’d said it. The frotting and falling over was probably metal, though, and anyway, he’d kick anyone who said otherwise in the fucking balls. “You sexies, Toki, ja. I…I guess I don’ts hates you.”
Toki wrapped his arms around his waist. “Skwisgaar?”
“Huh.”
“I don’ts hates you, too.”
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FROM:seashadows
Title: The Plane
Pairing: Toki/Skwisgaar
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Anytime.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author’s Notes: This popped into my head and wouldn’t leave. Enjoy!
There was a model plane outside Skwisgaar’s door, and it was brightly-colored enough that Skwisgaar could see it clearly, even through a fairly painful hangover from last night’s annual pre-Valentine’s Day chug-a-thon. Skwisgaar had thought Toki was buzzed enough that he couldn’t do anything except puke and take a nap, but apparently not.
Maybe the stupid dildo could hold his booze better than anyone thought, because the model on the floor showed pretty clearly that Toki had sneaked out to put it there. The thing was bright, eye-gougingly red, with electric yellow stripes cross-hatching the wings and a black stripe running around its body.
In spite of his usual aversion to Toki’s immature little hobby, Skwisgaar was impressed. He had to admit that the plane looked pretty good, disgusting colors aside. From what he could remember of planes, he thought the shape of the wings was a lot more accurate than the ones Toki made for his ceiling models.
The plane’s nose, which was painted black to match the body stripe, had a note taped to the pointed tip. Raising an eyebrow, Skwisgaar peeled the tape off carefully; normally he would have just ripped it apart, of course, but something made him want to take care this time. Toki had obviously put a lot of effort into the damn thing, so he might as well not chip the paint on purpose.
Skwisgaar, the note started out. Skwisgaar snorted. Who the fuck else would be opening the note? Everyone else tended to steer clear of his room most of the time.
I give this to you for Valentine Days. Happy brutal Valentins. I let it drys so you don’t get a paint on your finger. This one actually flyes! We flyes it off the roof with a remot controls when the others are not watchings, ok?
I paint this reds but I don’t use a pink, because pink is for dildoes. Instead you have a yelloes and blacks. Don’t let a g milf lyes down on it, because I works real hard. Or a fbls, they sqwish it real hard and it ruineds.
Happy brutal Valentins again you dildoes ass. Don’t fucks you self to hamburgar time.
TOKI.
Toki couldn’t write for shit, and he was even shittier at wishing Skwisgaar a happy fucking Valentine’s, but the note made Skwisgaar’s lips curl up into a smile instead of his usual sardonic smirk. What a dildo Toki was, calling him an ass and giving him a kids’ toy instead of a useful Valentine’s gift, like a cock ring or maybe some of that massage oil with gold flakes.
He’d have to be punished for being such a conscientious little jackoff, and Skwisgaar knew just what sort of punishment Toki deserved.
Picking up the plane and the note in one hand, he stretched the other high over his head, yawned, and started off down the cold flagstones to Toki’s room. As might be expected from Toki, he lived an inconveniently far distance from Skwisgaar’s room, which sucked when either of them (although usually it was Skwisgaar) was horny. And the stone flags were always cold on his feet, which tended to - for some weird reason - inflame any boner he sported at any given time (such as right now).
“Toki,” he said when he finally reached Toki’s room. He stuck a fist out and pounded on the door, raising his voice a little; even if Toki had a hangover, well, he’d left the damn thing outside his door, so it couldn’t be that bad. “Toki! I gets what you leaves for me.”
A faint, muffled sound issued from inside the room, tired and a little irritated, like Toki had his head shoved under his pillow. “Mmm?”
“Toki!” Skwisgaar gave the door another bang. “I gets you’s…” he paused, curling one side of his lip up in a smirk “…you’s Valenskine present. I comes to talks to you abouts it. Lets me in, ah?”
“You don’ts like it?” Toki yawned, but he sounded more concerned than tired now. “Fucks! I makes just for you, cause I t’ink you likes de black and reds.”
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. Toki couldn’t see it, of course, but the gesture still seemed like it was called for, since his bandmate was being a crybaby. “I ain’ts step on it, you dildos. I just wants to talk, okays? Like de ladies. For you.”
“Oh. Holds on.” Skwisgaar heard a rustling sound, then a thump, followed by the soft, slapping sound of bare feet against stone. And a squeak, probably Toki’s reaction to the cold stone. A moment later, Toki himself opened the door, his long hair a little rumpled and his eyes reddened. “Heys,” he said, giving Skwisgaar a tiny, crooked smile. Maybe he had a hangover after all; usually, his grins were huge and goofy. “So you ams like it!” He pointed to the plane in Skwisgaar’s hand.
“I didn’ts say dat,” Skwisgaar said. Toki’s face started to crumple. “But I didn’ts say I don’ts like it, either. Don’ts be a cries-baby, okay?”
Toki thrust out his lower lip, but his face stabilized. “Amens’t a cries-baby,” he muttered. “I just makes you a nice t’ings, and it metals ‘cause it ams fly. You wants to t’row it off de roofs or nots?”
“Sures, I t’rows it.” With their luck, it would probably hit a Klokateer in the head, and that would be metal. Who cared if someone saw them together, anyway? Skwisgaar was better than all of them. “But I talks to you abouts what you give me fors de Valenskine. A planes?” Skwisgaar shook his head, as though he were very fucking disappointed with Toki. “Dat ain’ts a Valenskine presents. Dey supposed to be somet’ings what you can use for a sexings.”
“Oh,” Toki said, cheeks reddening. “A, um…a sexings? I didn’ts know - I thought you just suppose to use it fors giving a present to somes-one what you likes a lot.”
“Toki,” Skwisgaar said, a little more forcefully than it had sounded in his brain, “likings people am not metals.”
Toki crossed his arms and glared up at him. “Whatsever,” he said. “Just…fucks you. You don’ts want de plane, den I don’ts make for you no mores.”
Stupid oversensitive little…sexy dildo. Skwisgaar shook his head; Toki could be fucking annoying and ungrateful and downright whiny a lot of the time, but Odin help him, he was hot, and he turned Skwisgaar on like no one else. Plus, he’d taken time out of his night to make him a working model plane - even if that wasn’t metal, it was sweet enough to override the metal boundaries they all worked so hard to stay behind. “I didn’ts say I don’t wants it,” he said. “But I wants also de sexings.”
“Oh!” Toki’s face turned even redder, eyes widening. “You, uh…you gives to me Valenskine fucks?”
Ugh, still with the Valentine’s fixation? At least Toki hadn’t said ‘a real cool fuckings’; that always killed Skwisgaar’s boner for about thirty seconds. “Ja, sures. A Valenskine’s fucks.” What the hell; he could humor him, especially since the bulge in Toki’s boxers made it clear that the rhythm guitarist wasn’t opposed to the idea. Skwisgaar licked his lips and added, “I fucks you. Okay?”
Toki didn’t answer. Skwisgaar was just about to ask him if he’d even fucking heard what he’d said when Toki launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his chest and plastering his mouth with enthusiastic, sloppy kisses.
Surprised, Skwisgaar bent his head and began to kiss him back, feeling a rush of heat race to his groin and make his cock swell. Toki liked kissing, but he usually waited for Skwisgaar to make the first move, and he was rarely this assertive. “You’s eagers,” Skwisgaar murmured between kisses. “You all hards, huh?”
Toki’s only reply was a whimpering groan that made Skwisgaar’s cock throb even more. “J-ja…” The bulge of his erection poked Skwisgaar’s thigh, and Skwisgaar couldn’t resist reaching down to rub it. “Oh!”
“You’s sluts for me,” Skwisgaar purred, rubbing his own cock against Toki’s thigh. “Dat’s why you gives to me a plane. You wants me to be fuckings you real hard uns-til you screams.”
Toki whimpered again, taking his lips away and panting against Skwisgaar’s neck. “Fucks, Skwisgaar, pul meg i rassen!”
Skwisgaar gave one of Toki’s firm asscheeks a pinch. “I fucks you in de ass when I readies,” he said, cupping Toki’s ass in his palms and pulling him close. “Or mays-be not. Mays-be I just rubs you until you comes in you’s pants.” That would be hot, though - Toki groaning and thrusting against him as he spurted in his pajama pants, unable to control himself a second longer because of how hot Skwisgaar was.
He felt himself get harder just thinking about it.
“Nnn,” Toki moaned, thrusting his ass back into Skwisgaar’s hands and his cock forward against his crotch. His face was still buried in the crook of his neck, sweaty and burning hot with lust; Skwisgaar smirked, more than a little proud that he had that effect on him. Sure, he turned on women all the time, but it was different with Toki; he seemed so childish at times that some people would probably be surprised he could be turned on at all.
“You wants me to fuck you ins de ass, stills?” Skwisgaar asked. He could feel Toki’s cock twitching against his even through his jeans and Toki’s pajamas, and to be honest, he didn’t think he could wait for either of them to take their pants off.
Toki pulled back, his hips still moving against Skwisgaar’s a little, and stared at him as though he’d forgotten there was a person attached to the dick. “Nei,” he said huskily. His normally thin lips were red and swollen, and his pupils had dilated so much that his eyes looked huge and dark. “Makes me…makes me comes, Skwisgaar.” He pressed his crotch against Skwisgaar’s, rubbing slowly. “You comes, too.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem. Skwisgaar could feel his cock leaking pre-come into his pants, a sure sign that he was going to come in his good jeans. Then again, he had about a hundred pairs of good jeans, give or take fifty; he could tell the Gears to burn this pair. Or set them up as a shrine to his dick, which they’d probably be happy to do. Idiots.
Giving Toki’s ass another squeeze, he pulled his bandmate in even closer, so much so that he could feel his dick press against his zipper. He hissed in pain - and pleasure, because even that bit of pressure felt good - and pulled back just slightly, then started to rub his crotch against Toki’s again. “You wants to come?” he said, squeezing that firm ass between his fingers. “So turn-eds on, huh? You can’ts wait.”
Toki squeaked as Skwisgaar squeezed him, then gasped and started pumping his hips faster. “Ja, Skwisgaar, fucks! Keeps does dat!”
“Shits,” Skwisgaar growled, his voice so low and aroused that it hardly sounded like his. This was so fucking simple compared to what he usually did with groupies, but stupid fucking Toki, the dumb kid who thought a nosebleed was a blowjob, was about to make him - fuck! Digging his fingers into Toki’s ass, he writhed against him, his climax ripping through him so strongly that his knees wobbled.
Dimly, he could hear Toki cursing in a weird mixture of English and Norwegian as he came, too: “Fucks, Skwisgaar, oh gods, faen i helvete…shits, shits! Pul meg!”
The difference between them, though, was that Toki actually did fall over. Knees buckling, he fell to the floor, pulling Skwisgaar down with him and making them land on the hard stone. Immediately, he re-buried his face, this time in Skwisgaar’s bare chest. “Gods,” he moaned. “I comes a real long times.”
“Yeah.” Skwisgaar put a hand on the small of his back and grinned, a dazed smile that lit up his eyes. “You comes right afters me. Stops copies me.”
“I amens’t copies you,” Toki protested. “Dat was you’s other presents, Skwisgaar. Happies Valenskine days.”
“Pfft,” Skwisgaar said. “Was dat a presents, to make me comes in my pants and bes all gross?” He rubbed his palm against Toki’s back. “You fuckings…sexy dildos.”
Toki pulled away and blinked at him. “You t’inks I sexies?”
Well, it was probably the least metal thing Skwisgaar had ever said, but he’d said it. The frotting and falling over was probably metal, though, and anyway, he’d kick anyone who said otherwise in the fucking balls. “You sexies, Toki, ja. I…I guess I don’ts hates you.”
Toki wrapped his arms around his waist. “Skwisgaar?”
“Huh.”
“I don’ts hates you, too.”
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