GK snippet: FWB
This is a thing I wouldn't mind expanding on, since I love love love the idea of breaking up and being okay with that, but I also kind of like this the way it is, tiny snapshots. Maybe I will revisit the theme sometime.
FWB. B/N. NC-17. 503.
“You got condoms?” Brad asks, pumping his hips so Nate’s trapped against the doorframe, forced to take the push of Brad’s cock.
“Mm-hmm.” Nate kisses Brad deeply, with a lot of tongue, the way he knows Brad likes. In the past year or so since they’ve been broken up Brad hasn’t changed; the kissing has him moaning into Nate’s mouth, his arms wound around Nate’s back.
Brad fingers him roughly, stretching him with three fingers, four, pushing on his perineum with his thumb to make Nate's fingers clench on the backs of his knees.
“Slut,” Brad says fondly. “You fucking love my fingers.”
Still looking at the spackled swirls of Brad’s bedroom ceiling fingers Nate laughs. “Shut up,” he says, stretching out his left leg so his ankle is resting on Brad’s shoulder.
“Been a while since you’ve had a deep dicking, hasn’t it?" Brad pulls his fingers almost all the way out and Nate knows he watches Nate’s hole clench.
“Define ‘deep’?”
Brad pushes his fingers back in. “I doubt I have to.”
They start off doggystyle; they both like it because it’s deep and a little wild. Brad clearly hasn’t picked up in a while; for a few minutes he fucks Nate like his life depends on it. His hard rolling thrusts jolt right through Nate, compelling a high-pitched noise to fly off his tongue.
Brad kisses his neck. “Too hard?”
“No,” Nate moans. “You know the rule: not unless I start to slide off the bed.”
Brad laughs and turns his mouth for a kiss.
Brad’s gonna lose it, so they switch, Nate on top, riding Brad hard.
“Nate,” Brad says, over and over again. Nate just groans, because Brad’s cock is exactly what he wanted tonight.
“Jerk me off,” he finally gets out. He would do it, but Brad’s so good and he’s already got his hands bracing his weight on Brad’s chest.
“With pleasure,” Brad murmurs, his wet fingers wrapping tightly around Nate’s cock.
At 6:58am the timer on the fish tank pings softly and the light turns on, illuminating the fish swimming around in the chunks of coral and plants. Nate’s never been able to sleep through the wavy light, even though the far side of the bed has always been his. He should go anyway.
He gets dressed by the same light that woke him up, struggling into his beer-smelling t-shirt and tight jeans, his socks with the holes on them. He digs around in the one drawer in the fish tank stand for the food and gets out the one exact pinch and sprinkles it over the surface of the water.
Wiping his fingers on his jeans he crouches down beside Brad’s side of the bed and shakes his shoulder.
“Thanks,” he whispers as Brad blinks at him.
“No problem.” Brad lifts his head the necessary three inches for Nate’s goodbye kiss and then drops his head back down. “See you later,” he mumbles into the pillow.
Nate shuts the bedroom door behind him.
Also, I need to quit writing snippets in unrelated documents. I lost this for about a month.
FWB. B/N. NC-17. 503.
“You got condoms?” Brad asks, pumping his hips so Nate’s trapped against the doorframe, forced to take the push of Brad’s cock.
“Mm-hmm.” Nate kisses Brad deeply, with a lot of tongue, the way he knows Brad likes. In the past year or so since they’ve been broken up Brad hasn’t changed; the kissing has him moaning into Nate’s mouth, his arms wound around Nate’s back.
Brad fingers him roughly, stretching him with three fingers, four, pushing on his perineum with his thumb to make Nate's fingers clench on the backs of his knees.
“Slut,” Brad says fondly. “You fucking love my fingers.”
Still looking at the spackled swirls of Brad’s bedroom ceiling fingers Nate laughs. “Shut up,” he says, stretching out his left leg so his ankle is resting on Brad’s shoulder.
“Been a while since you’ve had a deep dicking, hasn’t it?" Brad pulls his fingers almost all the way out and Nate knows he watches Nate’s hole clench.
“Define ‘deep’?”
Brad pushes his fingers back in. “I doubt I have to.”
They start off doggystyle; they both like it because it’s deep and a little wild. Brad clearly hasn’t picked up in a while; for a few minutes he fucks Nate like his life depends on it. His hard rolling thrusts jolt right through Nate, compelling a high-pitched noise to fly off his tongue.
Brad kisses his neck. “Too hard?”
“No,” Nate moans. “You know the rule: not unless I start to slide off the bed.”
Brad laughs and turns his mouth for a kiss.
Brad’s gonna lose it, so they switch, Nate on top, riding Brad hard.
“Nate,” Brad says, over and over again. Nate just groans, because Brad’s cock is exactly what he wanted tonight.
“Jerk me off,” he finally gets out. He would do it, but Brad’s so good and he’s already got his hands bracing his weight on Brad’s chest.
“With pleasure,” Brad murmurs, his wet fingers wrapping tightly around Nate’s cock.
At 6:58am the timer on the fish tank pings softly and the light turns on, illuminating the fish swimming around in the chunks of coral and plants. Nate’s never been able to sleep through the wavy light, even though the far side of the bed has always been his. He should go anyway.
He gets dressed by the same light that woke him up, struggling into his beer-smelling t-shirt and tight jeans, his socks with the holes on them. He digs around in the one drawer in the fish tank stand for the food and gets out the one exact pinch and sprinkles it over the surface of the water.
Wiping his fingers on his jeans he crouches down beside Brad’s side of the bed and shakes his shoulder.
“Thanks,” he whispers as Brad blinks at him.
“No problem.” Brad lifts his head the necessary three inches for Nate’s goodbye kiss and then drops his head back down. “See you later,” he mumbles into the pillow.
Nate shuts the bedroom door behind him.
Also, I need to quit writing snippets in unrelated documents. I lost this for about a month.