Stoned {TABLE 7}
Summary: Pete and Gabe have a routine { table.}
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland & I lost the key to get in there.
Pete groaned as he awoke and immediately wanted a glass of cold water. He had cotton mouth and couldn’t recall as to why. He didn’t have any alcohol the night before. Actually, now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t really remember last night. Pete sat up and pried his eyes open to look around. Gabe, clad in only purple boxers, sat at Pete’s computer, smiling happily at him.
“Oh, no,” Pete groaned, knowing what had happened.
Gabe nodded and smirked, saying, “Oh, yes.”
Pete shook his head and groaned as he fell back onto the bed. “Ashlee’s going to kill me.” This was all just an act really. Pete and Gabe had happened enough times for Pete to know how it goes. Ashlee would forgive him. It’d happen again two months later. Gabe smiles alluringly as he crawls onto the bed beside Pete. Gabe is on his stomach, Pete on his back; Gabe’s tall, Pete is not; Gabe’s hair is short, Pete’s is long. Complete opposites until they meet. Their lips slide together and there’s . . . nothing. It’s easy and both boys would tell you it feels good, but there’s no spark. There aren’t fireworks and there definitely isn’t love. There’s just Gabe and there’s just Pete. Together.
“You’re still stoned,” Gabe giggles, pulling away and watching Pete’s face fill with realization. That’s why Pete doesn’t remember last night. Pete begins to get flash backs of the night before and he watches.
Gabe's lazy. Pete makes him a drink. Jack Daniel's was in it. Gabe laughs but accepts the drinks and ingests it all to quickly. He's bobbing in place as the party booms around them.
Gabe brushes up against Pete's side innocently as he passes but Pete's eyes contradict the innocence. His eyes are full of lust and want. He doesn't delay in taking his hand and dragging Gabe to the floor. Gabe loves to dance.
Ryan finds them. He pulls them to the back room. Jon's there. He lights up. Gabe begs Pete to join them. He does . . for Gabe.
The room is blurry and all he can see is Gabe. Gabe. Gabe. He's dancing but not really. His hair is perfect. It always is. His cheeks were flushed, his lips red. He'd had a lot of . . everything. Pete had too.
Pete's eyes are shut. He feels Gabe against him. They're standing but it's cold. They're outside. Gabe's hand is up his shirt and his lips are all over his neck. He moans Gabe's name. Gabe bites down on his collar bone, grinding his hips in. Pete sees a flash of Ashlee and opens his eyes. All he can see is Gabe's hair.
They're in the car. He's driving and he doesn't know where. Gabe's hand is in Pete's lap, making it very hard for Pete to focus on driving to this nonexistent place. Gabe rubs evenly and his eyes flutter as Pete squirms and tries not to moan. He moans. Gabe pressed harder. Pete really wants to just pull over.
Gabe's front door. That's the last thing he remembers. It's last because inside it's dark and his eyes are shut as Gabe grinds into him, pulling him inside. His eyes stay shut. When he's lying back on the bed he opens them. He sees Gabe but Gabe's starting to blur too.
Now Gabe is just a blur. The black is creeping on him too. He feels good though. Gabe is inside him. He thrusts and Pete moans. Pete tells Gabe not to stop. He feels the burning sensation spread over him as Gabe hits the right spot repeatedly. Gabe hits it again and Pete screams in ecstasy. He can hardly make out the blur that is Gabe because of the darkness but he still screams. Gabe keeps going and soon he whimpers Pete's name. It's loud but pitiful. Pete can barely comprehend Gabe falling beside him. Both boys are spent.
Pete flashes back to here and now. Gabe's eyes are fluttering like in the car. His hands are on Pete again and Pete is glad he can comprehend it now.
"Think you can get me off again?" Pete nips Gabe ear as he speaks. Gabe moans and rolls over so he's on top of Pete again.
"I know I can," He promises, grinding down on Pete's now hard self; purple boxers being the only restriction between the two.
"Then, these," Pete tugs at the boxers. "Need to go." Gabe leans down to kiss Pete fiercely as he removes said boxers. He brings a hand up and Pete takes the fingers in his mouth, sucking Gabe slowly, teasingly. Gabe is clearly impatient. Pete is too but he enjoys the teasing. He lets Gabe's fingers go and the hand travels down to his entrance.
"You ready?" Pete nods and Gabe kisses him hard as he enters two fingers. Pete bucks once before Gabe places his other hand on Pete's hips firmly. Gabe scissors for only a minute before inserting a third finger. Pete bites back a moan.
"D- do it," Pete groans in anticipation. Gabe smirks against the boys skin and pulls out.
"What do you want?" Gabe's such a tease. He smirks as Pete tries to glare at him. It doesn't come off very threatening seeing as his naked and hard under Gabe's body. Gabe's raises an expectant eyebrow. Pete gives in.
"Fuck me," He states clearly, his voice full of want. Gabe smiles and kisses Pete softly before lining up.
"Ready?" Pete can feel Gabe's tip and doesn't answer. He presses down but Gabe grips his hips firmly. Pete groans.
"Just do it!" Pete shouts in anger. Gabe can't hold back a giggle but he's getting anxious too, so he presses in a bit, trying not to moan. Pete moans. He moans loudly and Gabe's barely in. Gabe's lets his anxiety win when Pete moans his name pleadingly. He thrusts in quickly and moans along with Pete shout. He goes in again. And again. He finds Pete's spot and adjusts so he can hit it every time. Pete's moaning loudly now and has brought his hands down to fist himself. Gabe nearly let off at the sight but made himself wait until Pete was ready.
Pete moaned one final time and came as Gabe hit that just right spot once again.
"Pete!" Gabe shouted, almost sighing in relief, and came as he pressed in, harder than before making Pete moan again. He lied against Pete, his head resting in the crook of Pete's neck, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, god, Gabe." Pete gasped happily. He was still stoned and now high from endorphins. Still, Gabe smiled against Pete's skin. He rolled over onto his side so he could face Pete.
"I-" He stopped to breath. "I told you I could get you off again," Gabe sighed. Pete laughed and wrapped his arms around the boys waist.
"I'm glad you did," He sighed, pressing a kiss to Gabe quickly.
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland & I lost the key to get in there.
Pete groaned as he awoke and immediately wanted a glass of cold water. He had cotton mouth and couldn’t recall as to why. He didn’t have any alcohol the night before. Actually, now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t really remember last night. Pete sat up and pried his eyes open to look around. Gabe, clad in only purple boxers, sat at Pete’s computer, smiling happily at him.
“Oh, no,” Pete groaned, knowing what had happened.
Gabe nodded and smirked, saying, “Oh, yes.”
Pete shook his head and groaned as he fell back onto the bed. “Ashlee’s going to kill me.” This was all just an act really. Pete and Gabe had happened enough times for Pete to know how it goes. Ashlee would forgive him. It’d happen again two months later. Gabe smiles alluringly as he crawls onto the bed beside Pete. Gabe is on his stomach, Pete on his back; Gabe’s tall, Pete is not; Gabe’s hair is short, Pete’s is long. Complete opposites until they meet. Their lips slide together and there’s . . . nothing. It’s easy and both boys would tell you it feels good, but there’s no spark. There aren’t fireworks and there definitely isn’t love. There’s just Gabe and there’s just Pete. Together.
“You’re still stoned,” Gabe giggles, pulling away and watching Pete’s face fill with realization. That’s why Pete doesn’t remember last night. Pete begins to get flash backs of the night before and he watches.
Gabe's lazy. Pete makes him a drink. Jack Daniel's was in it. Gabe laughs but accepts the drinks and ingests it all to quickly. He's bobbing in place as the party booms around them.
Gabe brushes up against Pete's side innocently as he passes but Pete's eyes contradict the innocence. His eyes are full of lust and want. He doesn't delay in taking his hand and dragging Gabe to the floor. Gabe loves to dance.
Ryan finds them. He pulls them to the back room. Jon's there. He lights up. Gabe begs Pete to join them. He does . . for Gabe.
The room is blurry and all he can see is Gabe. Gabe. Gabe. He's dancing but not really. His hair is perfect. It always is. His cheeks were flushed, his lips red. He'd had a lot of . . everything. Pete had too.
Pete's eyes are shut. He feels Gabe against him. They're standing but it's cold. They're outside. Gabe's hand is up his shirt and his lips are all over his neck. He moans Gabe's name. Gabe bites down on his collar bone, grinding his hips in. Pete sees a flash of Ashlee and opens his eyes. All he can see is Gabe's hair.
They're in the car. He's driving and he doesn't know where. Gabe's hand is in Pete's lap, making it very hard for Pete to focus on driving to this nonexistent place. Gabe rubs evenly and his eyes flutter as Pete squirms and tries not to moan. He moans. Gabe pressed harder. Pete really wants to just pull over.
Gabe's front door. That's the last thing he remembers. It's last because inside it's dark and his eyes are shut as Gabe grinds into him, pulling him inside. His eyes stay shut. When he's lying back on the bed he opens them. He sees Gabe but Gabe's starting to blur too.
Now Gabe is just a blur. The black is creeping on him too. He feels good though. Gabe is inside him. He thrusts and Pete moans. Pete tells Gabe not to stop. He feels the burning sensation spread over him as Gabe hits the right spot repeatedly. Gabe hits it again and Pete screams in ecstasy. He can hardly make out the blur that is Gabe because of the darkness but he still screams. Gabe keeps going and soon he whimpers Pete's name. It's loud but pitiful. Pete can barely comprehend Gabe falling beside him. Both boys are spent.
Pete flashes back to here and now. Gabe's eyes are fluttering like in the car. His hands are on Pete again and Pete is glad he can comprehend it now.
"Think you can get me off again?" Pete nips Gabe ear as he speaks. Gabe moans and rolls over so he's on top of Pete again.
"I know I can," He promises, grinding down on Pete's now hard self; purple boxers being the only restriction between the two.
"Then, these," Pete tugs at the boxers. "Need to go." Gabe leans down to kiss Pete fiercely as he removes said boxers. He brings a hand up and Pete takes the fingers in his mouth, sucking Gabe slowly, teasingly. Gabe is clearly impatient. Pete is too but he enjoys the teasing. He lets Gabe's fingers go and the hand travels down to his entrance.
"You ready?" Pete nods and Gabe kisses him hard as he enters two fingers. Pete bucks once before Gabe places his other hand on Pete's hips firmly. Gabe scissors for only a minute before inserting a third finger. Pete bites back a moan.
"D- do it," Pete groans in anticipation. Gabe smirks against the boys skin and pulls out.
"What do you want?" Gabe's such a tease. He smirks as Pete tries to glare at him. It doesn't come off very threatening seeing as his naked and hard under Gabe's body. Gabe's raises an expectant eyebrow. Pete gives in.
"Fuck me," He states clearly, his voice full of want. Gabe smiles and kisses Pete softly before lining up.
"Ready?" Pete can feel Gabe's tip and doesn't answer. He presses down but Gabe grips his hips firmly. Pete groans.
"Just do it!" Pete shouts in anger. Gabe can't hold back a giggle but he's getting anxious too, so he presses in a bit, trying not to moan. Pete moans. He moans loudly and Gabe's barely in. Gabe's lets his anxiety win when Pete moans his name pleadingly. He thrusts in quickly and moans along with Pete shout. He goes in again. And again. He finds Pete's spot and adjusts so he can hit it every time. Pete's moaning loudly now and has brought his hands down to fist himself. Gabe nearly let off at the sight but made himself wait until Pete was ready.
Pete moaned one final time and came as Gabe hit that just right spot once again.
"Pete!" Gabe shouted, almost sighing in relief, and came as he pressed in, harder than before making Pete moan again. He lied against Pete, his head resting in the crook of Pete's neck, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, god, Gabe." Pete gasped happily. He was still stoned and now high from endorphins. Still, Gabe smiled against Pete's skin. He rolled over onto his side so he could face Pete.
"I-" He stopped to breath. "I told you I could get you off again," Gabe sighed. Pete laughed and wrapped his arms around the boys waist.
"I'm glad you did," He sighed, pressing a kiss to Gabe quickly.