[fanfiction] glory come and glory be
Fandom/Pairings: Youtube RPF?; Charlie/Alex + vague Sons of Admirals GSF overtones
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: If you happen to be Alex or Charlie, please hit the back button posthaste. If you're not, well. What am I supposed to do when Alex is talking about gloryholes and says “What if you come out and it's, like, Charlie??” The only proper answer is, clearly, write porn.
Summary: Alex takes back everything he said about (semi-)anonymous sex.
glory come and glory be
Charlie's voice bounces around the bathroom, “This is phenomenally stupid, Alex.”
Alex sighs, “No one said that you had to play along, Charlie.”
“Right, so you'd rather Tom or Ed be here. I'll go call them and-“
“Would you shut up and suck?”
There's a silence, if one could count obscene noise and a groan as silence. It was better than Charlie pitching a fit about something he had agreed to, at least, but Alex wasn't altogether surprised when Charlie pulled off and started talking again. Really, Alex could think of about twelve other, better, uses for that mouth and precisely none of them involved talking.
“What I don't get is why you're doing this.”
“It's for science, okay? Now please shut up and stop talking so I can pretend I don't know you.”
“We're flatmates. I'm pretty sure you know me, Alex.”
“It's called roleplay, Charlie.”
“What, like the girls in maid outfits?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Well, best get on with it then.”
And then, thankfully, Charlie goes back to sucking. Alex leans forward again the wall and lets his eyes flutter shut. He can actually see the appeal in this-in being unable to control what's happening-and if he didn't, in fact, know that Charlie was on the other side of the wall , he wouldn't know it from his mouth. Charlie tends to be as enthusiastic about sex as he is about anything else, rushing in headfirst without so much as a second thought to foreplay or teasing, but at the moment he's swirling his tongue around the head thoughtfully. Alex doesn't really care, because it makes it easier to pretend that he doesn't know the person on the other side of the wall. It makes it easier to pretend like he doesn't want to snap his hips forward and fuck the mouth that's currently bobbing along his length to ruin the voice that matches it.
There's an amount of control that Alex always keeps over a situation (and has, even over this one) that he doesn't have at the moment. He's always trying to maintain control, keep things in order, and not being able to-not knowing what's going to happen next-is somehow much more exciting than it should be. There's a hum around his cock that Alex can feel everywhere like a melody that's thrumming under his skin and being torn from him in the form of a moan.
He takes back everything he said, honestly takes it back, and Alex can already see Tom's feral grin and the “I told you so” waiting on his lips. Semi-anonymous sex is awesome and okay, Alex isn't going to be doing it again any time soon, but he definitely gets it. He gets the rush of excitement that comes from being unable to see the person that's making you fall to pieces.
Because he does fall apart-and when he does, he chokes out a warning (probably slightly unintelligible) that he hopes Charlie understands. There's only heavy breathing to be heard for a couple moments after that.
Then Charlie speaks up again: “I still think it tastes foul.”
“Shut up,” Alex says, “and go bum a breath mint off of Tom or something.”
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Postit-Notes: . . . Hello, special hell. How are you today?
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Rating: R
Pre-Notes: If you happen to be Alex or Charlie, please hit the back button posthaste. If you're not, well. What am I supposed to do when Alex is talking about gloryholes and says “What if you come out and it's, like, Charlie??” The only proper answer is, clearly, write porn.
Summary: Alex takes back everything he said about (semi-)anonymous sex.
glory come and glory be
Charlie's voice bounces around the bathroom, “This is phenomenally stupid, Alex.”
Alex sighs, “No one said that you had to play along, Charlie.”
“Right, so you'd rather Tom or Ed be here. I'll go call them and-“
“Would you shut up and suck?”
There's a silence, if one could count obscene noise and a groan as silence. It was better than Charlie pitching a fit about something he had agreed to, at least, but Alex wasn't altogether surprised when Charlie pulled off and started talking again. Really, Alex could think of about twelve other, better, uses for that mouth and precisely none of them involved talking.
“What I don't get is why you're doing this.”
“It's for science, okay? Now please shut up and stop talking so I can pretend I don't know you.”
“We're flatmates. I'm pretty sure you know me, Alex.”
“It's called roleplay, Charlie.”
“What, like the girls in maid outfits?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Well, best get on with it then.”
And then, thankfully, Charlie goes back to sucking. Alex leans forward again the wall and lets his eyes flutter shut. He can actually see the appeal in this-in being unable to control what's happening-and if he didn't, in fact, know that Charlie was on the other side of the wall , he wouldn't know it from his mouth. Charlie tends to be as enthusiastic about sex as he is about anything else, rushing in headfirst without so much as a second thought to foreplay or teasing, but at the moment he's swirling his tongue around the head thoughtfully. Alex doesn't really care, because it makes it easier to pretend that he doesn't know the person on the other side of the wall. It makes it easier to pretend like he doesn't want to snap his hips forward and fuck the mouth that's currently bobbing along his length to ruin the voice that matches it.
There's an amount of control that Alex always keeps over a situation (and has, even over this one) that he doesn't have at the moment. He's always trying to maintain control, keep things in order, and not being able to-not knowing what's going to happen next-is somehow much more exciting than it should be. There's a hum around his cock that Alex can feel everywhere like a melody that's thrumming under his skin and being torn from him in the form of a moan.
He takes back everything he said, honestly takes it back, and Alex can already see Tom's feral grin and the “I told you so” waiting on his lips. Semi-anonymous sex is awesome and okay, Alex isn't going to be doing it again any time soon, but he definitely gets it. He gets the rush of excitement that comes from being unable to see the person that's making you fall to pieces.
Because he does fall apart-and when he does, he chokes out a warning (probably slightly unintelligible) that he hopes Charlie understands. There's only heavy breathing to be heard for a couple moments after that.
Then Charlie speaks up again: “I still think it tastes foul.”
“Shut up,” Alex says, “and go bum a breath mint off of Tom or something.”
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Postit-Notes: . . . Hello, special hell. How are you today?
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