risky business one
Risky Business | 1/25 | Alex Deleon/Gabe Saporta | 910 | PG
so i'm doing a series of kissing fics based off kissbingo. i'm too lazy to actually enter properly. they'll all be alex deleon/gabe saporta, and just because i wouldn't love or write about the cab at all if it weren't for her, i dedicate this whole series to ahomegirlslife.
Gabe’s eyes gloss over a little and he blinks and says, “Fuck, I forgot what I was gonna say next.” Alex smiles. Exactly. Gabe grins back and they both have a quiet, drunken giggle, before Gabe straightens up and claps both his hands gently to Alex’s cheeks and kisses him square on the mouth.
Alex isn’t entirely complaining, but he’s not sure how he wound up outside AK, his back to the wall with one of Gabe’s arms leaning against the wall above his head. They’re a little too close, a little too drunk, and Gabe is rambling about the injustice of the music business.
“I mean,” Gabe waves his free hand around, and Alex watches it with interest, unsure where else to look. “It’s not fair, the way that this stupid industry works. Bands get more attention and promotion and general,” he waggles his free fingers in air quotes, “”love” if the label feels like they’re gonna be worth more money. It happened on Drive-Thru, with New Found Glory.”
Gabe’s eyes are really intense when he’s talking seriously when he’s drunk, and Gabe’s a massive fan of eye contact, and Alex tried to be polite and do the same but after about three minutes it made Alex uncomfortable. “Y’know, they started all this fucken’ love for them and I love those dudes, I do,” Gabe pauses for breath, and swallows, and continues, “but it wasn’t fair, but y’know, now if I was in the same situation I’d get on with it because I understand, yeah? But back then, it pissed me off so badly.”
Alex nods and just hums in agreement and understanding, letting Gabe get on with it. “But I disgress. That’s not the point.” Alex wants to tell Gabe that he’s surprisingly articulate when he’s drunk, but Gabe is just rattling off, not at hundred miles an hour but just in such a manner that Alex doesn’t want to interrupt. “There are so many shit, unfair labels out there, which is why you’re so lucky to be on this one, you know? Pete and the dudes on Fueled By Ramen are so great, I love this place and - you’re gonna like, grow so much, you know? It’s so cool being here and I can predict that like, by the time you start your third album I bet you’re gonna be so huge, I don’t even know.”
Gabe stops for more than five seconds, his eyes boring into Alex’s, so Alex meets them to say, “Thanks, Gabe.” He doesn’t know how they even started talking about it, but he knows Gabe well enough that he knows Gabe rarely ever has a point to his spiels.
Gabe’s eyes gloss over a little and he blinks and says, “Fuck, I forgot what I was gonna say next.” Alex smiles. Exactly. Gabe grins back and they both have a quiet, drunken giggle, before Gabe straightens up and claps both his hands gently to Alex’s cheeks and kisses him square on the mouth.
Alex is a little taken aback and his eyes widen and he rocks back against the wall, and Gabe lets go after a moment. “Thanks for listening to my ramble, dude,” Gabe pats him on the shoulder. Alex just nods. Gabe does this thing where he kind of disables Alex’s ability to talk. Apparently though, that happens to a lot of people.
Gabe’s fingers lightly play with the ends of Alex’s hair, and then Gabe kisses him again, more personal, closer, and Alex is okay with kissing back for a little while. It’s sweet and Gabe isn’t being overbearing. It’s when they let their mouths open up more, move more, and when Gabe’s tongue teases at his, that Alex pushes Gabe away lightly and says, “No, dude, sorry.”
Gabe makes a face at him, resting his hand on the wall again. He doesn’t look like he’s waiting for an explanation, just a little disappointed, but Alex gives him one anyway. “Cash.” A look of clear understanding crosses Gabe’s face and he nods.
“S’cool.” Gabe clips Alex’s chin with his finger and makes a playful grring face at him before just walking away without another word. Alex slumps against the wall and looks at his shoes, and after a few minutes, he follows suit and heads back indoors.
The rest of the night passes without incidence - if Gabe does avoid Alex a little bit, but he figures it’s best. The following day, Gabe sits Alex down in the offices and apologises quietly to him. “I shouldn’t have kissed you or anything.” As usual, Alex has no clear response. “Like, I’m not an idiot, I know about Cash, so. Yeah. But.” Gabe shrugs and holds out his hand, “We cool?”
“Cool,” Alex agrees, although shakes Gabe’s hand somewhat reluctantly. He keeps his distance in the staged video they film where Gabe “makes his rounds” of apologies. He wants to speak up for once, and he wants to tell Gabe that honestly, the kiss was nice, it was sweet and Gabe doesn’t have to apologise for it. He’d even planned to pull out the good old it takes two to tango.
The thing is, he can’t find Gabe when he tries to talk to him after the video is filmed. He searches the whole damn building, and when he finally does find him, Gabe is snuggling close to Victoria in a display of playful affection, and Alex decides, maybe it’s better not to bring this up again.
so i'm doing a series of kissing fics based off kissbingo. i'm too lazy to actually enter properly. they'll all be alex deleon/gabe saporta, and just because i wouldn't love or write about the cab at all if it weren't for her, i dedicate this whole series to ahomegirlslife.
Gabe’s eyes gloss over a little and he blinks and says, “Fuck, I forgot what I was gonna say next.” Alex smiles. Exactly. Gabe grins back and they both have a quiet, drunken giggle, before Gabe straightens up and claps both his hands gently to Alex’s cheeks and kisses him square on the mouth.
Alex isn’t entirely complaining, but he’s not sure how he wound up outside AK, his back to the wall with one of Gabe’s arms leaning against the wall above his head. They’re a little too close, a little too drunk, and Gabe is rambling about the injustice of the music business.
“I mean,” Gabe waves his free hand around, and Alex watches it with interest, unsure where else to look. “It’s not fair, the way that this stupid industry works. Bands get more attention and promotion and general,” he waggles his free fingers in air quotes, “”love” if the label feels like they’re gonna be worth more money. It happened on Drive-Thru, with New Found Glory.”
Gabe’s eyes are really intense when he’s talking seriously when he’s drunk, and Gabe’s a massive fan of eye contact, and Alex tried to be polite and do the same but after about three minutes it made Alex uncomfortable. “Y’know, they started all this fucken’ love for them and I love those dudes, I do,” Gabe pauses for breath, and swallows, and continues, “but it wasn’t fair, but y’know, now if I was in the same situation I’d get on with it because I understand, yeah? But back then, it pissed me off so badly.”
Alex nods and just hums in agreement and understanding, letting Gabe get on with it. “But I disgress. That’s not the point.” Alex wants to tell Gabe that he’s surprisingly articulate when he’s drunk, but Gabe is just rattling off, not at hundred miles an hour but just in such a manner that Alex doesn’t want to interrupt. “There are so many shit, unfair labels out there, which is why you’re so lucky to be on this one, you know? Pete and the dudes on Fueled By Ramen are so great, I love this place and - you’re gonna like, grow so much, you know? It’s so cool being here and I can predict that like, by the time you start your third album I bet you’re gonna be so huge, I don’t even know.”
Gabe stops for more than five seconds, his eyes boring into Alex’s, so Alex meets them to say, “Thanks, Gabe.” He doesn’t know how they even started talking about it, but he knows Gabe well enough that he knows Gabe rarely ever has a point to his spiels.
Gabe’s eyes gloss over a little and he blinks and says, “Fuck, I forgot what I was gonna say next.” Alex smiles. Exactly. Gabe grins back and they both have a quiet, drunken giggle, before Gabe straightens up and claps both his hands gently to Alex’s cheeks and kisses him square on the mouth.
Alex is a little taken aback and his eyes widen and he rocks back against the wall, and Gabe lets go after a moment. “Thanks for listening to my ramble, dude,” Gabe pats him on the shoulder. Alex just nods. Gabe does this thing where he kind of disables Alex’s ability to talk. Apparently though, that happens to a lot of people.
Gabe’s fingers lightly play with the ends of Alex’s hair, and then Gabe kisses him again, more personal, closer, and Alex is okay with kissing back for a little while. It’s sweet and Gabe isn’t being overbearing. It’s when they let their mouths open up more, move more, and when Gabe’s tongue teases at his, that Alex pushes Gabe away lightly and says, “No, dude, sorry.”
Gabe makes a face at him, resting his hand on the wall again. He doesn’t look like he’s waiting for an explanation, just a little disappointed, but Alex gives him one anyway. “Cash.” A look of clear understanding crosses Gabe’s face and he nods.
“S’cool.” Gabe clips Alex’s chin with his finger and makes a playful grring face at him before just walking away without another word. Alex slumps against the wall and looks at his shoes, and after a few minutes, he follows suit and heads back indoors.
The rest of the night passes without incidence - if Gabe does avoid Alex a little bit, but he figures it’s best. The following day, Gabe sits Alex down in the offices and apologises quietly to him. “I shouldn’t have kissed you or anything.” As usual, Alex has no clear response. “Like, I’m not an idiot, I know about Cash, so. Yeah. But.” Gabe shrugs and holds out his hand, “We cool?”
“Cool,” Alex agrees, although shakes Gabe’s hand somewhat reluctantly. He keeps his distance in the staged video they film where Gabe “makes his rounds” of apologies. He wants to speak up for once, and he wants to tell Gabe that honestly, the kiss was nice, it was sweet and Gabe doesn’t have to apologise for it. He’d even planned to pull out the good old it takes two to tango.
The thing is, he can’t find Gabe when he tries to talk to him after the video is filmed. He searches the whole damn building, and when he finally does find him, Gabe is snuggling close to Victoria in a display of playful affection, and Alex decides, maybe it’s better not to bring this up again.