Anchors - Ch 5/?
Title: Anchors - Chapter 5/?
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes, Sykecest
Rating: NC-17 indubitably
Summary: Oliver is a violent and horny little fuck.
Warnings: Incestual homoerotica, boykissing, fluff, "fuck"
Disclaimer: Incredibly imaginary
Dedications: verymuchalivex but she needs to mufasa :3
Previous Chapters: one two three four
Author Notes: Hooooraaay, Alex is back, and they're all wearing suits and ties. Delicious.
Tom was helping Oliver to tie up his tie. The brothers had an engagement party of a cousin to attend to, and it was black-tie. Oliver was not happy with this at all and kept fidgeting with his cufflinks. Tom, on the other hand, was trying to think of dead puppies to keep his dick from responding to how amazing Oliver looked in a tux. His eyes roamed from his inked hands; fingers toying with the uncomfortable sleeves, up to the rose on his neck poking out from under the black tie, and it just sat so well with his shaggy mop on top, that Tom couldn't help but kiss him passionately. Oliver responded to the kiss, but cut it short; "we don' wanna be late for thingo's party, now do we, eh?" he said, chucking Tom under the chin before pecking him on the lips in thanks for the tie help.
Tom wondered how long they'd have to stay before he could force his brother home and jump his bones.
**
Oliver was downing the champagne at an alarming rate, mingling with the extended family and trying hard not to look at his incredibly attractive brother. The party went on as parties do; drinks, dinner, drinks, dessert, drinks, dancing and some more drinking. It was at some point after dessert when Oli snuck away from the party to go stand on the street outside to have a cigarette. He inhaled slowly, trying to put off going back in as long as he could, when someone said his name.
“Hey, Oli...” Oliver stared at the person dumbstruck. That wasn’t Tom, and his heart almost flew out of his chest when the person took a few steps forward. Oli gave Alexander the once-over and had to bite his lip because fuck the boy knew how to rock a tuxedo. Alex came closer still; his tie hanging loosely and his top two buttons open to reveal his protruding collarbones, caramel hair framing his dreamboat eyes and Oliver thought he might have just fallen in love.
“Alex, you’re... here?” Oli said questioningly, eyes still glued to the perfection in front of him.
“Yeah, uh, my mom’s like, best friends with the bride’s mother and I was gonna come with her but didn’t and now I... have.” He replied, stumbling on his reasoning, but Oliver overlooks this as Alex sits down next to Oli on the brick fence he’s perched on.
“Cigarette?” Oli offers, holding one out, but Alex just shakes his head no and instead takes the already lit one from Oliver’s fingers. “Cheeky,” he chuckled as Alex slipped it back into its original position, exhaling.
The boys sat there for a while, making small-talk while the tobacco burned away. Oli flicked the butt into a nearby hedge and turned to face Alex; “so, are we goin’ back in? Well, in at all, in your case...”
“I don’t know if I want to anymore... you know, its fun out here with you and, like, I kind of have a black eye...” he trailed off, tilting his head so he was just a silhouette.
“What? Oh, Alex, Jesus I’m such a tit,” Oli said, turning Alex’s face gently to examine the damage he’d done; it wasn’t that bad, only the shadow of a bruise. “Sorry.”
“Well, all good times end up leaving you with war wounds don’t they?” Alex whispered into Oli’s ear as their faces were really fucking close now, and their proximity was almost tangible in the air.
“I’m glad you had a good time...” Oli murmured in reply, pressing his lips to Alex’s softly.
Alex felt like he was melting. Oli felt as though he was free-falling.
Their kiss became deeper, but still sugar-sweet as they softly wound their fingers together, and the world was perfect in that moment. Oliver pulled away all too soon, but said “how ‘bout we get out of ‘ere?” standing up and holding out his hand for Alex to take.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Alex replied as they made their way to find a taxi.
As the pair were leaving, Oliver caught sight of Tom standing in the doorway to the party. Their eyes met for only a second, but Tom’s glaciers burned holes into Oli’s topaz in an immense collision and Oli couldn’t breathe; but then Tom turned away and Oliver’s lungs returned to normal, so he held onto Alex’s hand a little tighter as they found their way home.
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes, Sykecest
Rating: NC-17 indubitably
Summary: Oliver is a violent and horny little fuck.
Warnings: Incestual homoerotica, boykissing, fluff, "fuck"
Disclaimer: Incredibly imaginary
Dedications: verymuchalivex but she needs to mufasa :3
Previous Chapters: one two three four
Author Notes: Hooooraaay, Alex is back, and they're all wearing suits and ties. Delicious.
Tom was helping Oliver to tie up his tie. The brothers had an engagement party of a cousin to attend to, and it was black-tie. Oliver was not happy with this at all and kept fidgeting with his cufflinks. Tom, on the other hand, was trying to think of dead puppies to keep his dick from responding to how amazing Oliver looked in a tux. His eyes roamed from his inked hands; fingers toying with the uncomfortable sleeves, up to the rose on his neck poking out from under the black tie, and it just sat so well with his shaggy mop on top, that Tom couldn't help but kiss him passionately. Oliver responded to the kiss, but cut it short; "we don' wanna be late for thingo's party, now do we, eh?" he said, chucking Tom under the chin before pecking him on the lips in thanks for the tie help.
Tom wondered how long they'd have to stay before he could force his brother home and jump his bones.
**
Oliver was downing the champagne at an alarming rate, mingling with the extended family and trying hard not to look at his incredibly attractive brother. The party went on as parties do; drinks, dinner, drinks, dessert, drinks, dancing and some more drinking. It was at some point after dessert when Oli snuck away from the party to go stand on the street outside to have a cigarette. He inhaled slowly, trying to put off going back in as long as he could, when someone said his name.
“Hey, Oli...” Oliver stared at the person dumbstruck. That wasn’t Tom, and his heart almost flew out of his chest when the person took a few steps forward. Oli gave Alexander the once-over and had to bite his lip because fuck the boy knew how to rock a tuxedo. Alex came closer still; his tie hanging loosely and his top two buttons open to reveal his protruding collarbones, caramel hair framing his dreamboat eyes and Oliver thought he might have just fallen in love.
“Alex, you’re... here?” Oli said questioningly, eyes still glued to the perfection in front of him.
“Yeah, uh, my mom’s like, best friends with the bride’s mother and I was gonna come with her but didn’t and now I... have.” He replied, stumbling on his reasoning, but Oliver overlooks this as Alex sits down next to Oli on the brick fence he’s perched on.
“Cigarette?” Oli offers, holding one out, but Alex just shakes his head no and instead takes the already lit one from Oliver’s fingers. “Cheeky,” he chuckled as Alex slipped it back into its original position, exhaling.
The boys sat there for a while, making small-talk while the tobacco burned away. Oli flicked the butt into a nearby hedge and turned to face Alex; “so, are we goin’ back in? Well, in at all, in your case...”
“I don’t know if I want to anymore... you know, its fun out here with you and, like, I kind of have a black eye...” he trailed off, tilting his head so he was just a silhouette.
“What? Oh, Alex, Jesus I’m such a tit,” Oli said, turning Alex’s face gently to examine the damage he’d done; it wasn’t that bad, only the shadow of a bruise. “Sorry.”
“Well, all good times end up leaving you with war wounds don’t they?” Alex whispered into Oli’s ear as their faces were really fucking close now, and their proximity was almost tangible in the air.
“I’m glad you had a good time...” Oli murmured in reply, pressing his lips to Alex’s softly.
Alex felt like he was melting. Oli felt as though he was free-falling.
Their kiss became deeper, but still sugar-sweet as they softly wound their fingers together, and the world was perfect in that moment. Oliver pulled away all too soon, but said “how ‘bout we get out of ‘ere?” standing up and holding out his hand for Alex to take.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Alex replied as they made their way to find a taxi.
As the pair were leaving, Oliver caught sight of Tom standing in the doorway to the party. Their eyes met for only a second, but Tom’s glaciers burned holes into Oli’s topaz in an immense collision and Oli couldn’t breathe; but then Tom turned away and Oliver’s lungs returned to normal, so he held onto Alex’s hand a little tighter as they found their way home.