8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
"Do you not want me to stay, is that it?"
"You can stay, it's fine."
Gordon's response was only met with sulking silence. Gordon sighed. He didn't want Tony to get like this, not during the night when everything was confusing enough as it was.
"Where else are you going to go at this hour," Gordon said. "Stay."
"Let's go inside, then," Tony said. "It's getting cold here."
When inside, Tony shrugged off his jacket and took Gordon's hands in his own to warm them. Gordon looked at their hands together, befuddled by the gesture.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked, and Tony kissed him again, cold hands pulling him closer and slipping against the back of his neck, the small of his back, kissing with more enthusiasm and determination than at the party, kissing until they were both breathless and Tony's fingers were no longer cold, working fast to unbutton Gordon's shirt.
"Please," Tony spoke with his mouth against Gordon's neck, his careful fingers finding new skin and Gordon's own hand sunk into his hair, rubbing against scalp, unsure what he was supposed to do.
"Are you sure this is a good idea," Gordon asked, Tony's mouth hot against his skin, sending a tingling sensation all over.
"I'm pretty sure this is the best idea out of them all," Tony replied, and lifted his head to look at Gordon in the eye, his hand taking Gordon's once again, leading them to the bed.
Gordon worried his bottom lip between his teeth, and Tony observed him as they sat down onto the bed. Gordon felt strange and with his shirt buttons opened, too exposed somehow, and Tony's hands moved to caress his cheek.
"Do you trust me?" Tony asked, his fingertips running down over throat, settling over collar bone. "If you don't want me to, I won't--"
"I do," Gordon said, unsure what else to say, what else to do, he'd done this so many times but not with a boy, not with anybody as close to him as Tony was. "I do want to."
Tony grinned and leaned in to kiss him.
6.
Gordon was perfect under his touch because Gordon under his touch did not argue with him and took to suggestion well, and made all these little noises, low and deep, that only pushed Tony to do more. His mouth mapped Gordon's skin and even as parts of his brain wanted things quicker, he consciously slowed himself down, to take it all in. Gordon was flushed all over, too self-conscious of his state of undress, and because Tony couldn't bring himself to say the things that perhaps needed to be said (I want you I love you you're so beautiful like this), he tried to say them with actions, prove everything by touch.
Half-way through, Tony trying to distance their bodies as the friction between them got to be almost too much, his mouth licking and biting the spot just below Gordon's ear, he suddenly felt Gordon's big hand around himself, grasping and tugging, no rhythm at first and then too fast. Tony tried to move against the touch, make some sort of an effort but it only rushed him faster over the edge, crying out against Gordon's shoulder as he came, sticky fluid landing on both of them.
"Sorry," he said, dazed, and it's then he understood that he wouldn't always be the one leading, taking charge.
Attempting to gain a hold of the situation, he moved his own hand to touch Gordon, hear those little noises grow louder as he did, and surprise when his mouth replaced his hand. Tony had no real knowledge of how this bit worked, just theoretical understanding having been on the receiving end, but he didn't even care, because this was actually happening, and if they could always be like this, learning and not arguing, on the same page and in sync, they'd be perfect.
Or not so perfect, as he choked a little and Gordon apologised, and Tony assured him it was fine, and arranged them to sleep next to one another on Gordon's tiny bed.
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Tony kissed him gently, still only half-dressed. "We don't have to tell anybody."
"You want to keep," Gordon began but trailed off, visibly uncertain how he ought to phrase the happenings of last night.
"First evening we didn't end with an argument," Tony said, trying to keep his voice casual even as he worried Gordon would say no, would reject him now that they'd come so far already. "Must be doing something right, no?"
"Even if we kept it a secret," Gordon said pensively, "Peter would find out."
Tony reached for Gordon carefully, moving closer so they were holding each other.
"Peter's not a fucking wizard, he wouldn't find out," he said.
"Peter always finds things out," Gordon said, but allowed Tony the closeness, Gordon's own hands moving to hesitantly settle on Tony's hips.
"Sod Peter," Tony said.
"Yes," Gordon agreed and leaned in slowly, his eyes flicking back and forth between Tony's mouth and Tony's eyes, as if they'd never done this before, and then finally, their mouths meeting in a kiss.
7.
They still fought afterwards, they fought often and about stupid, irrelevant things and about big and important things, and Tony would have his ego bruised by a comment or Gordon would get frustrated with the irrationality of the disagreement and raise his voice. They fought and jealousy tinged some arguments now, as if Gordon's universe didn't still centre around Tony and vice versa, as if they didn't still mean a world to each other, as if they weren't still everything to one another in a way that was almost strange, almost a little cruel.
But they also grew comfortable with one another, tenderness overwhelming each touch, and stupidly passionate with each other still, even as years had gone on and Gordon had graduated and all of their friends knew, in an open secret that everybody but them regarded as childish.
It didn't magically become simple between them, as much as they might've hoped, but it did become easier somehow, more honest somehow, and less troubled, each argument still containing the undercurrent of care. It was more pronounced, and signalled that it couldn't simply end between them. They couldn't just walk away.
The feeling ran too deep.
-fin-
Author's notes: God how I struggled on how to end this. The thing is, could write these two forever but it's essentially be boring pointless plotless crap that goes around in circles. I'd hate to repeat myself consciously.
Oh and the title very pretentiously takes after the title of the original hug-a-hoodie!fic, from the Cure song "If only tonight we could sleep", one lyric begins "if only tonight" and ends "we could fall" blah blah: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/cure/if+only+tonight+we+could+sleep_10074035.html
Hope you enjoyed. :)
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oh my god this is a thing of great beauty
it's like everything TB/GB was always meant to be. I lovelovelove the emotions between them and he perhaps was in love with Gordon Brown and how Tony goes about breaching the topic with Gordon. And the way Tony is soooo confident in his straightness while Gordon is more hesitant is totally my fanon for them.
Also, HOTNESS. As the anon who posted the loliticssecret about hot!young!Gbro, there were nommy mental images goin' on here. Also, you should definitely write these two forever, yes pls.
Ugh I could go on and on and on about how much I adore this fic but I'll give it a rest now. IN CONCLUSION: I LOVE YOU AUTHORANON.
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