If you wanna hit the floor - are you ready for more? 3/?
TITLE - If you wanna hit the floor - are you ready for more? 3/?
AUTHOR -
lennykk123
PAIRING - Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
RATING - between PG 13 and R (swearing, blood, wanted boyseckz)
POV - Williams
SUMMARY - “How many others are there?”
DEDICATION - to the president of BRINGUSJUICYCOMMASTOEATKTHNKSBAI you know who you are and your law is obv. approved.
DISCLAIMER - title belongs to cobra starship, thanks to
minus_four for making it titley, hasn't happened as far as i know (short somewhat to the point sentences are sort of the style of the story)
Previous Parts
one
two
I sit up to look at you.
“How many others are there?” I don’t really want to know the answer. I’m afraid, I guess. Afraid of what you’ll say.
“It’s not like that… “ You chuckle a little.
“Then what IS it like?” I really do want to know now.
“I don’t know. It’s… it’s… like a figure of…of… speech… k-kind of…” Aw cute! You’re stuttering for me!
Holy shit, I’m such a fucking freak.
“I get it Gabe,” I smile. “Don’t torture yourself.” You raise your eyebrows like you’re about to argue back, but decide against it. Instead you pull me closer to you, forcing me to lie back down again. “Gabe…” I whisper. I really want you in me. But I don’t know how to say it to make it actually happen. Fuck, me and my hopelessness.
“Hm?”
I respond by kissing you, shoving my tongue into your mouth the second our lips touch. Not even waiting for permission. You don’t seem to mind though seeing as yours is making its way through my mouth at the same time.
Your lips start to wander off of mine and onto my neck.
Your hands slide underneath my shirt. Within seconds you’ve pulled it off.
I take your hint and pull yours off too. You don’t seem to notice, you’re too intent on placing a trail of kisses down my chest, all the while fiddling with my belt buckle.
I expect you to stop when you reach my pelvis but you don’t. You rip my pants off and continue kissing down my body.
Suddenly I buck up… into your face.
“FUCK!” You pull away holding your nose. Oh shit. That’s blood isn’t it? You’re bleeding. I’m not surprised though. I did hit you pretty hard.
Please don’t hate me.
“Gabe? Are you okay?” I’m scared to ask in case you’re really mad at me.
“I’m fine.”
You are.
“Gabe I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“I said I’m fine. Just leave me alone would ya?” You snap.
Oh god. You hate me. I know tears shouldn’t be forming in my eyes right now but they are. I was just trying to apologize and you snapped at me. You may have been in shock, but you didn’t have to be so fucking mean.
I don’t want you to know you’ve upset me though. I wipe away my tears before you look up from trying to stop the blood escaping your nose. I’m hoping you won’t notice my red eyes, that you won’t hear my sniffle.
You do.
“Shit,” you whisper. “William… I didn’t mean… I was just shocked. I mean, fuck Bill, you just hit me in the face with your dick, and now I’m bleeding! I’m sorry I snapped at you,” you say, gently kissing me despite the fact that there’s dried blood all over your face and some still coming out.
It starts to flow harder and I pull away, feeling guilty again.
“I really should get this off my face shouldn’t I?” You can tell I feel bad. But you don’t say anything. Instead, you stand up to go to the bathroom.
“Can I help you?” I ask before thinking.
“No, I think I should clean the blood off of my face alone, wouldn’t want anyone to feel guilty when my guts start spilling out my nose.”
“Fuck you.”
You smile.
“I hope you’re going to follow through with that,” you say, and you’re not teasing either; you actually mean it. As you walk away I whisper something else. You don’t hear this time. And thank god, I don’t want you to know what’s coming before it comes.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Sitting on the cold floor waiting for you is a lot harder than it looks; it’s been ten minutes and you haven’t come back out yet.
I start to doze off as the time goes by, wondering what the hell could be taking you so long.
I’m completely out by the time you come back. I can tell because I feel myself become wrapped in your strong embrace, causing my eyes to flutter open somewhat.
You smile as I squint up at you.
“Well, hello there,” you whisper.
“You were gone too long,” I mumble to your blurred face.
“I was gone like fifteen minutes.”
“That’s too long,” I inform you, you should already know of my desperation to be with you. You think waiting is something I WANT to do?
Apparently, you don’t like being away either, because for the second time today, you pull me as close to yourself as you can.
“I know.”
I snuggle into you for a few seconds before I start to feel a breeze, it’s then I remember my lack of clothing.
“Gabe?”
“Hm?”
“I’m cold.”
AUTHOR -
lennykk123
PAIRING - Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
RATING - between PG 13 and R (swearing, blood, wanted boyseckz)
POV - Williams
SUMMARY - “How many others are there?”
DEDICATION - to the president of BRINGUSJUICYCOMMASTOEATKTHNKSBAI you know who you are and your law is obv. approved.
DISCLAIMER - title belongs to cobra starship, thanks to
minus_four for making it titley, hasn't happened as far as i know (short somewhat to the point sentences are sort of the style of the story)
Previous Parts
one
two
I sit up to look at you.
“How many others are there?” I don’t really want to know the answer. I’m afraid, I guess. Afraid of what you’ll say.
“It’s not like that… “ You chuckle a little.
“Then what IS it like?” I really do want to know now.
“I don’t know. It’s… it’s… like a figure of…of… speech… k-kind of…” Aw cute! You’re stuttering for me!
Holy shit, I’m such a fucking freak.
“I get it Gabe,” I smile. “Don’t torture yourself.” You raise your eyebrows like you’re about to argue back, but decide against it. Instead you pull me closer to you, forcing me to lie back down again. “Gabe…” I whisper. I really want you in me. But I don’t know how to say it to make it actually happen. Fuck, me and my hopelessness.
“Hm?”
I respond by kissing you, shoving my tongue into your mouth the second our lips touch. Not even waiting for permission. You don’t seem to mind though seeing as yours is making its way through my mouth at the same time.
Your lips start to wander off of mine and onto my neck.
Your hands slide underneath my shirt. Within seconds you’ve pulled it off.
I take your hint and pull yours off too. You don’t seem to notice, you’re too intent on placing a trail of kisses down my chest, all the while fiddling with my belt buckle.
I expect you to stop when you reach my pelvis but you don’t. You rip my pants off and continue kissing down my body.
Suddenly I buck up… into your face.
“FUCK!” You pull away holding your nose. Oh shit. That’s blood isn’t it? You’re bleeding. I’m not surprised though. I did hit you pretty hard.
Please don’t hate me.
“Gabe? Are you okay?” I’m scared to ask in case you’re really mad at me.
“I’m fine.”
You are.
“Gabe I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“I said I’m fine. Just leave me alone would ya?” You snap.
Oh god. You hate me. I know tears shouldn’t be forming in my eyes right now but they are. I was just trying to apologize and you snapped at me. You may have been in shock, but you didn’t have to be so fucking mean.
I don’t want you to know you’ve upset me though. I wipe away my tears before you look up from trying to stop the blood escaping your nose. I’m hoping you won’t notice my red eyes, that you won’t hear my sniffle.
You do.
“Shit,” you whisper. “William… I didn’t mean… I was just shocked. I mean, fuck Bill, you just hit me in the face with your dick, and now I’m bleeding! I’m sorry I snapped at you,” you say, gently kissing me despite the fact that there’s dried blood all over your face and some still coming out.
It starts to flow harder and I pull away, feeling guilty again.
“I really should get this off my face shouldn’t I?” You can tell I feel bad. But you don’t say anything. Instead, you stand up to go to the bathroom.
“Can I help you?” I ask before thinking.
“No, I think I should clean the blood off of my face alone, wouldn’t want anyone to feel guilty when my guts start spilling out my nose.”
“Fuck you.”
You smile.
“I hope you’re going to follow through with that,” you say, and you’re not teasing either; you actually mean it. As you walk away I whisper something else. You don’t hear this time. And thank god, I don’t want you to know what’s coming before it comes.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Sitting on the cold floor waiting for you is a lot harder than it looks; it’s been ten minutes and you haven’t come back out yet.
I start to doze off as the time goes by, wondering what the hell could be taking you so long.
I’m completely out by the time you come back. I can tell because I feel myself become wrapped in your strong embrace, causing my eyes to flutter open somewhat.
You smile as I squint up at you.
“Well, hello there,” you whisper.
“You were gone too long,” I mumble to your blurred face.
“I was gone like fifteen minutes.”
“That’s too long,” I inform you, you should already know of my desperation to be with you. You think waiting is something I WANT to do?
Apparently, you don’t like being away either, because for the second time today, you pull me as close to yourself as you can.
“I know.”
I snuggle into you for a few seconds before I start to feel a breeze, it’s then I remember my lack of clothing.
“Gabe?”
“Hm?”
“I’m cold.”