Licorice 28
Author: sunsetsinthewes
Challenge: Licorice, 28. Tumbling after
Word Count: 922
Rating: NC-17 (SMUT)
Story: Polyfaceted; the title of this story is Dreaming.
Summary: A brief interlude with Ethan and Gino on a lazy Saturday morning.
Notes: This takes place in 2013, when Gino is seventeen and Ethan is twenty. Gino is still closeted by this point. To be honest, this fic is nothing more than total and shameless smut.
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The dream isn't anything unusual, not really. Gino's on the school grounds, sprawled beneath the oak tree just beyond the soccer field. He's naked, but there's none of that usual embarrassment that comes with dreaming about being naked at school. There's a warm sun and soft, plush grass, and a gentle breeze that tickles and flirts across his skin. He's unbelievably content and lets out a pleased sound as the breeze dances even lower.
By the time the breeze solidifies and wraps around his cock, Gino's mostly awake, and when the hot, wet suction engulfs him, he's completely pulled himself out of the grip of sleep. He gasps, opening his eyes to take in the sight of Ethan crouched between his legs, head bobbing up and down on his cock with a fierce determination.
Gino squeezes his eyes shut and groans, threading his fingers into Ethan's hair. Fuck, it's good, even better than last night when they barely managed to make it to the bed before ripping--
"Shit," he pants, shoving at Ethan as he sits up. "Shit, stop, I-- what time is it?"
With an annoyed look, Ethan pulls away. There's a tiny strand of saliva linking his lips to Gino's cock and fuck if that doesn't get Gino harder. "How should I know, you don't keep a watch down here. Almost seven, maybe? Why?"
"Shit!" Springing out of the bed, hand running through his hair, he darts around the room in an effort to find his clothing. "Ma's gonna murder me. Shit, shit, shit-- where the fuck's my shirt? Fuck, she probably thinks I'm dead or something. Oh fuck!"
Ethan sits up and rolls his eyes. "Calm down, will you? I'm sure it'll be fine. Just tell her we accidentally fell asleep, that much is true." He smirks. "Probably shouldn't tell her what we did to wear ourselves out, though."
Gino stops dead. His pants are pulled up to his hips, though still undone, and he clutches his boxers in one hand, while his other arm fruitlessly tries to untangle from his shirt. Eyes narrowing, he snaps, "I'm glad you think this is funny."
"Look, you texted Vito last night, right? Told him you were coming by for a movie and to smoke?" At the answering nod, Ethan reaches out to gently free him. "I'm sure he told your ma. If they were so worried, the whole Corlioni army would've come storming in here to interrogate me. Your ma's probably not even awake yet." Once the shirt has been removed, the pants are quick to follow, shoved down to Gino's ankles in one motion. "Now. I'm hard enough to fucking cut glass over here. Are you going to help me out or not?"
Briefly resisting, Gino thinks this over and can't deny that Ethan has a point. He lets himself be tugged to the bed, falling onto the mattress with a sheepish smile as he kicks his jeans off entirely. They lean in for a kiss as he mumbles, "Well when you put it that way..."
A few moments pass like that, their kisses growing harder and deeper. Eventually, Ethan presses at his shoulders until they're lying flat, mouth wandering along the slope of Gino's neck to gently suck and nip at the skin. In between frantic tastes, he hisses, "Jesus. Do you have any idea how much I fucking want you right now?"
Gino moans, jerking his hips upward to grind against Ethan. "I didn't think that was a baseball bat jabbing into my thigh." He thrusts harder, biting back a moan.
Ethan groans, lifting himself onto his hands and dropping his head to watch their cocks slide against each other. "Woke up trying to fuck the damn mattress," he admits, breath coming quick. "Need this, so fucking bad."
They're rutting, there's no other word for it, but when Gino briefly thinks of stopping in favor of advancing to the next level, Ethan wraps an eager hand around them both and immediately puts an end to all thought. "Fuck!"
The smirk on Ethan's lips is impossible to see while he bites and sucks at Gino's skin, but it's obvious that it's there. "L-like that? Like when I touch-- oh, fuck, you... oh man." He squeezes his fist as he increases the speed of his strokes.
Gino cries out, arching his back. One hand grips at the sheets while the other digs into Ethan's hip, and he can't stop frantically thrusting into that fantastic fist. It's going to be over embarrassingly quickly, but Gino's too far gone to change that. Without any awareness, he slips into Italian and chokes out, "So good, f-fuck, you're so good, can't take it, god, I need--"
"Jesus," Ethan manages. "Jesus, so hot, so--" Without any warning, he comes, viciously grinding his hips against Gino, muscles taut and shaking with pleasure. It takes Gino mere seconds to follow, crying out with such volume that he's bound to be heard from the street.
It's a few minutes before either of them can do anything beyond heavily pant. Once he's sure he's regained the ability to speak, Gino shoves at the dead weight threatening to crush him and gasps, "Almost forgot how much you liked the Italian."
Ethan groans, rolling onto the sheets. "You did it on purpose, don't lie to me." He lifts his head. "Glad you stayed?"
"I am," Gino relents. "I'm always glad to stay with you."
There's a tense beat that seems to fill the room before Ethan smiles. "You're so fucking corny."
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Challenge: Licorice, 28. Tumbling after
Word Count: 922
Rating: NC-17 (SMUT)
Story: Polyfaceted; the title of this story is Dreaming.
Summary: A brief interlude with Ethan and Gino on a lazy Saturday morning.
Notes: This takes place in 2013, when Gino is seventeen and Ethan is twenty. Gino is still closeted by this point. To be honest, this fic is nothing more than total and shameless smut.
***
The dream isn't anything unusual, not really. Gino's on the school grounds, sprawled beneath the oak tree just beyond the soccer field. He's naked, but there's none of that usual embarrassment that comes with dreaming about being naked at school. There's a warm sun and soft, plush grass, and a gentle breeze that tickles and flirts across his skin. He's unbelievably content and lets out a pleased sound as the breeze dances even lower.
By the time the breeze solidifies and wraps around his cock, Gino's mostly awake, and when the hot, wet suction engulfs him, he's completely pulled himself out of the grip of sleep. He gasps, opening his eyes to take in the sight of Ethan crouched between his legs, head bobbing up and down on his cock with a fierce determination.
Gino squeezes his eyes shut and groans, threading his fingers into Ethan's hair. Fuck, it's good, even better than last night when they barely managed to make it to the bed before ripping--
"Shit," he pants, shoving at Ethan as he sits up. "Shit, stop, I-- what time is it?"
With an annoyed look, Ethan pulls away. There's a tiny strand of saliva linking his lips to Gino's cock and fuck if that doesn't get Gino harder. "How should I know, you don't keep a watch down here. Almost seven, maybe? Why?"
"Shit!" Springing out of the bed, hand running through his hair, he darts around the room in an effort to find his clothing. "Ma's gonna murder me. Shit, shit, shit-- where the fuck's my shirt? Fuck, she probably thinks I'm dead or something. Oh fuck!"
Ethan sits up and rolls his eyes. "Calm down, will you? I'm sure it'll be fine. Just tell her we accidentally fell asleep, that much is true." He smirks. "Probably shouldn't tell her what we did to wear ourselves out, though."
Gino stops dead. His pants are pulled up to his hips, though still undone, and he clutches his boxers in one hand, while his other arm fruitlessly tries to untangle from his shirt. Eyes narrowing, he snaps, "I'm glad you think this is funny."
"Look, you texted Vito last night, right? Told him you were coming by for a movie and to smoke?" At the answering nod, Ethan reaches out to gently free him. "I'm sure he told your ma. If they were so worried, the whole Corlioni army would've come storming in here to interrogate me. Your ma's probably not even awake yet." Once the shirt has been removed, the pants are quick to follow, shoved down to Gino's ankles in one motion. "Now. I'm hard enough to fucking cut glass over here. Are you going to help me out or not?"
Briefly resisting, Gino thinks this over and can't deny that Ethan has a point. He lets himself be tugged to the bed, falling onto the mattress with a sheepish smile as he kicks his jeans off entirely. They lean in for a kiss as he mumbles, "Well when you put it that way..."
A few moments pass like that, their kisses growing harder and deeper. Eventually, Ethan presses at his shoulders until they're lying flat, mouth wandering along the slope of Gino's neck to gently suck and nip at the skin. In between frantic tastes, he hisses, "Jesus. Do you have any idea how much I fucking want you right now?"
Gino moans, jerking his hips upward to grind against Ethan. "I didn't think that was a baseball bat jabbing into my thigh." He thrusts harder, biting back a moan.
Ethan groans, lifting himself onto his hands and dropping his head to watch their cocks slide against each other. "Woke up trying to fuck the damn mattress," he admits, breath coming quick. "Need this, so fucking bad."
They're rutting, there's no other word for it, but when Gino briefly thinks of stopping in favor of advancing to the next level, Ethan wraps an eager hand around them both and immediately puts an end to all thought. "Fuck!"
The smirk on Ethan's lips is impossible to see while he bites and sucks at Gino's skin, but it's obvious that it's there. "L-like that? Like when I touch-- oh, fuck, you... oh man." He squeezes his fist as he increases the speed of his strokes.
Gino cries out, arching his back. One hand grips at the sheets while the other digs into Ethan's hip, and he can't stop frantically thrusting into that fantastic fist. It's going to be over embarrassingly quickly, but Gino's too far gone to change that. Without any awareness, he slips into Italian and chokes out, "So good, f-fuck, you're so good, can't take it, god, I need--"
"Jesus," Ethan manages. "Jesus, so hot, so--" Without any warning, he comes, viciously grinding his hips against Gino, muscles taut and shaking with pleasure. It takes Gino mere seconds to follow, crying out with such volume that he's bound to be heard from the street.
It's a few minutes before either of them can do anything beyond heavily pant. Once he's sure he's regained the ability to speak, Gino shoves at the dead weight threatening to crush him and gasps, "Almost forgot how much you liked the Italian."
Ethan groans, rolling onto the sheets. "You did it on purpose, don't lie to me." He lifts his head. "Glad you stayed?"
"I am," Gino relents. "I'm always glad to stay with you."
There's a tense beat that seems to fill the room before Ethan smiles. "You're so fucking corny."
***