DRABBLE MEME: BATCH 5
Drabbles are rolling in more slowly :(, but I am impatient so I'm posting the 3 I have. Write, write, write! ♥ The prompt & submission post is here!
Also, just for future reference, I don't really care if you guys go over the 1500 word limit thing. The rules here are more like guidelines really, haha. As long as it's not so insanely long that your fic can't be posted with 3 or 4 other drabbles, you're good to go!
Thank you to everyone who submitted headers! They were all awesome! I went with an anon submission and I hope you all like it as much as I do!
Drake Labry* - humidity, languid, paint by yekoc
"Hold still," Drake says, that slight accent heavy in the still air, and Adam tries to get a handle on his breathing, lungs gentling, softer.
"I just need-"
There's a fleck of white paint on Drake's cheek, like a too-harsh highlight on the line of his bone, and Adam wants to wipe it off, lick his thumb and cup Drake's face and clear it away. He doesn't move. A bead of sweat trickles down his back. The cushions are damp underneath him.
"There." Drake stands back, one hand on his hip. His eyes flick towards Adam-still frozen-and back to the canvas, and he smiles slow and spreading like the heat.
"Can I see?" Adam asks. He tries not to move his lips.
Drake shakes his head. "Not until it's done."
Two more drops roll down his neck, meet at the dip where his spine begins. It's too fucking hot.
"Please," Adam says. He feels drugged. The air smells like oils, thick, and Drake's tank top has slipped down off his left shoulder.
"No way, babe," Drake says, and picks up his paintbrush. His eyes on Adam are like an anchor, and Adam breathes and stills and founders, lost at sea. When Drake says now close your eyes it feels like slipping underwater and he goes easily, down and down.
"Good,"' Drake murmurs, close by now, and then Adam feels the press of lips on his neck, a tongue trailing cool and easy against his skin. Drake's fingers stick to his back and Adam imagines them leaving dots of color, bright on his pale skin.
He wants to move but he can’t, can't even open his mouth to ask, and he gives up and lays there in the slow consuming burn.
Drake paints him with hands and teeth and tongue; cool fire that loops and traces across him, and Adam melts.
Crowley (Good Omens) - hitchhike, Queen, snakeskin boots by kinneas
He knew who he was, of course--even without demonic knowledge, the kid had been making a bit of a splash beyond just the gates and memos of Hell. Quite the irony in his name.
And here he walked, as if he owned Charing Cross and the world, and with enough thought maybe he could. He had black hair and good cheekbones and wore dark glasses and snakeskin boots.
He had the Devil in him--or at least he would soon. Crowley couldn't make them do anything they didn't really, really want to do.
The kid hadn't lied when he'd said he could live here in London, all curved streets and the kind of nifty old architecture L.A. didn't want to think about, clubs with better energy and endless possibilities, boys in vintage black cars and perfectly-tailored suits and million-dollar sunglasses.
(Please allow me to introduce myself; I'm a man of wealth and taste.)
Adam wanted to say, "I don't get in cars with strangers," but it didn't quite make it past his teeth, it couldn't. His legs, however, had much less trouble gliding past the long hood of the car and into its leather interior.
"Hello," Crowley said almost cordially, watching this Adam shift uncomfortably.
"Who are you?" Adam asked. Crowley grinned to match those boots, and Adam didn't need to know anymore.
Had his stomach ever lurched, he might have sympathized with Adam.
"You know I'm Jewish," he said.
"It doesn't matter."
And then there it was, that moment Crowley had been waiting for. Adam straightened and pulled off his sunglasses, eyes bright and shining, and Crowley imagined if he spoke again that quavering voice would be like it never even existed. Free will wasn't such a bitch when they willed your way.
"Okay," he said, leaning close, looking hungry, arms folded but unmistakably excited. This was the man Crowley recognized. "Why not?"
That's the spirit.
And then, just like that, within what should have been an hour but felt like moments, Adam was climbing from the car with merely the barest hint of trepidation. The air sizzled. Crowley followed, and Adam eyed him with breathlessness and the scrutiny of someone in well over his head. Angels were sexless, Crowley not so much.
Only in the dark of his flat did Crowley finally tug the glasses from his eyes.
"I'll be damned," Adam said.
"Probably," Crowley said.
Really, though, for all his posturing he was a good kid. Crowley felt it in sex, when Adam bent him back over the cushions of his never-used sofa, rolling his hips languorously over Crowley's lap with the intent to give as much as he got, when Adam took so well to suggestion and let himself be fucked sideways in the name of reciprocity, when his breath hitched and he gasped, "Oh, god!" and Crowley winced.
Later, with smudged eyeliner and rumpled clothes and no hint of shame, Adam would leave. He could forget if he wanted, but he would not. And in a decade, whatever form of media humanity saw fit to outfit their cars would metamorphose into something wholly different.
It was only fitting.
Sartre had written it: "Hell is other people." This wasn't quite what he was getting at, but it would do.
Anoop Desai* - Bantering, slow, bottom!Adam Exceptions by gypsy_scribbles (A/N Longer than 1500 words with mod permission, also cross-posted to journal)
“Seriously, EVER?”
Adam rolled his eyes. “No, Anoop. I never thought about screwing you. Is that really so hard for you to believe?”
Anoop sniffed. “Well it’s just that I’m living with you. And I know for a fact that you’re simultaneously chronically over-sexed and harboring an ironic fear of fanboys with camera phones. So the lack of sex and the fact that I’m sleeping down the hall from you-“
“You’re staying with me until you find an apartment, that doesn’t mean we’re living together. And gay guys don’t automatically scope out every guy they share space with, damn.”
“I know that.” Anoop said haughtily, putting down his glass. “I just thought…maybe you had thought about it, that’s all. Sorry I’m not a sparkly elfin twink. Or you know, Kris Allen.”
Adam had to laugh at that. But then he saw Anoop’s face and stopped. “Wait. Do you want me to be into you?”
Anoop hesitated. “No.”
“Holy shit, you totally do.” Adam put down his fork. “You totally want my dick. I thought you hadn’t experimented with a guy since freshman year? And didn’t you say that ended badly?”
Anoop glared at him. “I don’t want your dick, asshole. Not everyone in the world wants your fucking tree trunk of a dick, okay?”
“So you have been looking at my dick?” Adam raised an eyebrow.
“Do I look like Scott?” Anoop pushed back his chair. “Well, glad I could feed your ego. Because clearly that needed to happen.” Except it actually kind of did. But Anoop was totally not going to let this be one of those times where Adam turned him into a fucking softie, but right now, Adam was being an asshole. Anoop needed somebody to come reassure HIS inner friendless fat kid.
“So…what is it then?” Adam asked almost hopefully, giving Anoop a shy little half-smile. “Do you really…I mean, what exactly do-“
“Your legs,” Anoop sighed, instantly surrendering what was left of his dignity. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck someone the same height as me, with those crazy long legs. And your ass is insanely perfect. There, happy now?”
Adam blinked. “You’ve thought about…you want to fuck me?”
Anoop rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I know you’re a top. And I’m not your type anyway, I get it.”
Adam blinked again, licking his lips. “I mean…you’re a good looking guy, I just never…” Adam shook his head as if clearing it. “You seriously think about fucking me? Usually…it’s the other way around. Boyfriends, hook-ups, friends with benefits, whatever, they pretty much all just want me to fuck them. So…why?”
Anoop sighed. “Are we really talking about this?”
Adam pouted. “You brought it up.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, fine.” Anoop threw up his hands dramatically. “My roommate in college, the one I fooled around with that whole semester?”
Adam nodded.
“He was a big guy too, and a total top, no matter whether he was with guys or girls.”
Adam leaned forward, blue eyes intent. “And?”
Anoop licked his lower lip. “Fingering. He went absolutely crazy for it. Like, out of his mind crazy. And it was pretty much the hottest thing ever, this big six foot, powerful guy, going completely out of his head when I touched him. And he…he wasn’t even nearly as pretty as you and it still drove me crazy to watch him. So yeah, I’ve thought about doing that to you.”
Adam’s eyes had gotten large and dark as Anoop spoke, but they softened slightly at his last sentence. “You think I’m pretty?”
“I am so done talking about this.”
Adam beamed at him.
* * *
“Okay, now you’re just being an asshole.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Adam said innocently, adjusting his sagging towel.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t, you think I’m pretty,” Adam said happily, opening up the fridge. And bending over way more than was necessary.
“I also think you’re an asshole.”
“No one ever thinks I’m pretty,” Adam added, taking a deep swig of orange juice. Anoop watched the long, graceful line of his throat. “I like little, elfin guys, yeah, but I always feel like a mammoth next to them.”
“That’s because you’re an idiot with body dysmorphic disorder.”
Adam grinned devilishly. “I love when you use big words, Anoop. Especially when you’re wearing your reading glasses.”
Anoop put down the morning newspaper, eyes fixed on Adam’s broad, freckled shoulders, his bare chest that still looked damp and flushed from the shower. “Liar, you hate when I use big words. You like feeling like the smartest person in a room.”
Adam chuckled. “Well maybe with you I’m willing to make exceptions.”
Anoop’s eyes shot back up to Adam’s face, which was teasing, expectant. They looked at each other, Adam resting one smooth hip-half exposed by the low-hanging towel-languidly against the counter.
“Was that an opening?” Anoop asked carefully. “Are you saying…does that mean you want to fool around?”
Adam smirked, sauntering over to where Anoop was sitting in the wooden kitchen chair. “What, because you somehow missed the lube and condom I placed behind the sugar bowl before I got in the shower?”
Anoop’s eyes shot across the table. Oh.
Adam grinned wider. “Well, it is nice to know I’m still the smartest person in the room.”
Anoop watched, speechless, as Adam slung a leg over his lap, lowering himself to straddle Anoop’s thighs.
Adam leaned in close, his breath warm and citrusy and sweet on Anoop’s face, and Anoop shivered. “Or was it all just bullshit? A fun game of tease the gay guy until shit gets real? ”
“No bullshit,” Anoop whispered, placing his hands carefully on Adam’s hips, where damp, cool towel met warm, damp skin.
“Good.” Adam pressed his grin against Anoop’s throat. “Because I was thinking about your long, long fingers the whole time I was in the shower. And I even shaved my legs.” He nipped a little at the delicate skin below Anoop’s ear. “Do you want to kiss me? I love kissing, but I know that’s usually off the table when straight boys play gay for the day.”
Anoop considered. He hadn’t actually kissed a guy before, despite a couple of frenzied handjobs in high school and his semester of experimenting in college. He thought about Adam’s lips, pale pink and full and freckled, and buried one hand in his thick, wet hair to jerk his face upwards.
Anoop kissed him wildly, crushing their lips together, but Adam just smiled against his mouth, the bastard. He pulled back a little, licking his own soft, soft lips. “Huh uh,” Adam said simply. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it slow. I want to be taken care of for a change. Seduce me.” Adam’s smile was teasing, but Anoop could tell he meant it. And yeah, Anoop could do that.
He cupped the back of Adam’s neck and pulled him in again, slower and sweeter this time. He licked into Adam’s mouth carefully, and Adam opened up for it so eagerly that Anoop groaned, already hard in his boxers. Adam’s mouth and hands felt large and surprisingly gentle as he wrapped his arms around Anoop’s shoulders, leaning into the kiss intently. And his tongue, his tongue was fucking skilled.
“You’re a good kisser,” Adam said finally, eyes affectionate and happy when he finally pulled back, slipping his hands beneath Anoop’s t-shirt to help him tug it over his head.
“So are you, damn.”
“Thanks.” Adam ran a hand down Anoop’s bare chest, seeming to like what he saw.
“Where do you like to be touched?” Anoop asked softly, watching Adam’s hand. This was just about fun, he got that, but he also really wanted to make it good for Adam.
“Everywhere, really,” Adam licked along his ear lobe. “I just really, really love touch.”
And as if to prove his point Adam’s body arched as sinuously as a cat’s when Anoop stroked up his bare sides, practically purring into Anoop’s ear as he sucked on an ear lobe.
“Fuck, you have such beautiful skin,” Anoop muttered, rubbing his palm over Adam’s pale freckled arm, and Adam gave him a look like he wasn’t sure if Anoop was making fun of him.
Anoop rolled his eyes. Adam was such a teenaged girl when it came to his complexion. “I mean it, don’t be stupid. It’s so soft and pale and delicate looking, such classic redhead skin. And I love your freckles.” He smoothed his hands over Adam’s chest, pausing to rub over the small points of his nipples. Adam moaned a little at that, hips bucking up slightly, and Anoop grinned.
“Yeah?” He pulled Adam forward by the hips, the towel giving a little more under his hands. Adam raised up eagerly, until Anoop’s mouth was even with his right nipple, and Anoop licked around the tiny peak before sucking it into his mouth.
It was strange not to feel the give of a breast, but still ridiculously hot, because Adam was squirming on his lap now and making tight, breathy little sounds above him. He made more noise the harder Anoop sucked, and by the time Anoop finally pulled back the nipple was a dark, sore looking red and the flesh around it was lightly bruised.
Adam’s eyes were a dark blue-gray and he was breathing hard, the towel really only a technicality at this point. Anoop slid his hands back down to Adams lean hips, eyes following the dark, shadowy trail below his belly button to where it vanished into the loosely draped white terrycloth.
Adam pulled at the towel and Anoop helped him untangle it, eyes glued to his long, sturdy thighs and impressive erection, and he had to smile when he saw that Adam really did have freckles everywhere.
“You’re looking at the freckles, aren’t you?” Adam said darkly.
“I can’t help it, they’re cute.”
“Well if further proof was needed that you’re straight,” Adam pouted, sitting back a little. “Most men who come face to face with my dick don’t describe it as cute.”
“You don’t need me to tell you that you have a big dick, you already know that. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be cute. And it sounds like your little elfin size queens neglect to focus on the fine details.” Anoop ran his hands up Adam’s chest and over his shoulders, warm palms working their way gradually down his broad back, until they were cupping his ass appreciatively. “Like this one, for instance.”
Adam chuckled. “Lucky for me you’re an ass man. If boobs were your main thing we’d both be out of luck.”
“I like to appreciate the whole picture,” Anoop squeezed handfuls of taut, round flesh hungrily, letting one finger skid teasingly into the crease. “Can I?”
Adam nodded breathlessly, shifting himself up a little higher so that Anoop would have room. Anoop reached for the lube with one hand, stroking Adam’s bent, tensed thigh with the other, so taut it was practically humming.
“I don’t usually do this,” Adam said, sounding almost nervous. “I’m usually the one doing it, not letting somebody else. So go slow, okay?”
“I know.” Anoop kissed his chest, Adam’s pulse fluttering against his lips. “You’re so fucking hot like this, Adam.”
“Not cute?” Adam tried to sound indignant, but he was obviously having a hard time keeping up the banter when two of Anoop’s cool, lube-slick fingers were rubbing between his cheeks.
“Hot and cute. They’re not mutually exclusive, you know.” Anoop cupped Adam’s balls with his free hand, squeezing lightly.
Adam groaned softly and Anoop gave a series of gentle, teasing little tugs, distracting Adam as his finger pushed in up to the first joint.
“More lube,” Adam whispered, breathy, and Anoop quickly obliged before pushing the finger slowly in. Adam was burning hot and impossibly tight around him and thinking about his dick being squeezed that way made Anoop throb painfully in his boxers.
He played a little, slipping the finger slowly in and out and carefully stretching the puckered skin, loving the frustrated, bossy little huffing sounds Adam made as he squirmed on Anoop’s lap, trying to bear down and get more friction.
“You said slow,” Anoop reminded him at one point, when Adam actually demanded a second finger.
“I also said take care of me,” Adam snapped, cheeks and upper chest flushed and red, eyes dark. He looked impossibly sexy. “Give me another!”
Anoop didn’t argue any longer, sliding his finger out so he could immediately slide back in with two, hard enough and fast enough to make Adam gasp.
“Fuck!” Adam reached behind himself to grip Anoop’s thighs just above the knees, bracing himself as he bore down hard on the thrusting fingers. Adam was rock hard and the head of his erection brushed over Anoop’s belly every time he rocked forward, leaving a small, slippery trail of pre-come on the bare skin just above Anoop’s sagging waistband.
Adam put out so much heat that Anoop felt like his lap was burning, and he pistoned his fingers wilder and faster inside Adam’s body, trying to satisfy his voracious need.
“Fuck, give me more.” Adam was begging now, voice broken and desperate, fucking himself furiously on Anoop’s hand. Anoop’s wrist and fingers were throbbing almost as painfully as his dick, so when Adam seethed, “Fuck me,” Anoop actually shuddered in relief.
He scrambled to shove his boxers down his thighs as Adam moved off him just long enough to grab the condom, his thick, long cock bobbing distractedly as he moved back onto Anoop’s lap. Anoop watched transfixedly as Adam opened the condom package with his teeth and held it obscenely between his lip and tongue as he took Anoop in his hand, stroking him several times with firm, insistent pressure. Anoop groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as Adam rolled on the condom, trying to convince himself that no, he was not about to come just from Adam’s hand.
But then Adam was back to hovering over his lap, maneuvering into position with his swollen bottom lip pinched between his teeth, and Anoop groaned louder.
“You’re even toppy when you bottom,” he managed to get out, before Adam’s body started to practically strangle his dick. “Oh fucking fuck!” Anoop gasped, and Adam made a sputtery half-laugh, half-gasping sound as he sank down farther.
Anoop forced his eyes open so he could watch Adam’s face as he slowly bore himself deeper, face rigid with concentration and a little pain, nails digging narrow crescents into Anoop’s bare shoulders.
“Oh fuck I want you riding me so bad,” Anoop muttered, staring at Adam’s parted, pink lips, swollen and abused by his own teeth, and at his darting tongue.
Adam didn’t answer, taking quick, shallow breaths as he finally came to a rest on Anoop’s lap. Anoop moved his hands back to Adam’s hip bones and rubbed comfortingly, struggling to breathe.
Adam grunted a little as he bent forward, forehead resting on Anoop’s shoulder, and Anoop moaned from even that little amount of movement.
“Almost ready,” Adam panted, shivering. “Just give me another second.”
Anoop nodded helplessly, pinned by Adam’s weight on his lap and the broad, damp chest heaving against his own.
When Adam finally started to move his hips, rocking forward in small, shallow thrusts, Anoop let his head fall backwards to hang over the chair, mouth opening unconsciously.
“Don’t play dead, fuck me,” Adam seethed, moving faster, which Anoop assumed was his way of giving permission to move. He caught Adam’s narrow, jutting hips and thrust violently up into him, ass raising repeatedly up off the wooden chair, slamming back down each time with bruising force.
Adam’s cries were wild and guttural, his neck and arms taut and straining with visible veins as he endeavored to take each hard thrust, rocking forward to meet every plunge of Anoop’s hips.
“Wait!” Anoop wheezed, already feeling the pressure pooling in his groin. “I’ve gotta…slow down.”
Adam nodded, breathing just as hard, sliding down carefully until Anoop was sheathed fully in slick, tight heat. He moved his long, strong legs to wrap around either side of Anoops’s waist, knees locking around the back of the chair so that his ankles crossed behind it.
Anoop moved his hands down to help support Adam’s thighs and he groaned painfully as his fingers touched smooth, lean skin. “Oh fuck, your legs. I forgot you shaved them.”
Adam smirked and began to rock gradually, long body looped completely around Anoop and the chair.
Anoop felt his orgasm building again almost instantly, but the build was slower now, more sweltering and pointed.
He moved one hand up to circle Adam’s cock, plump and heavy against his stomach, and started to stroke him at the same leisurely pace.
Adam hummed his approval, moving his hips just a little bit faster, his smooth, moist thighs sliding slickly against Anoop’s bare hips as they rocked together. Anoop’s gaze ran up and down the long, languid stretch of Adam’s body from throat to groin, memorizing the sensual lines and curves of his pale, heated flesh.
Anoop’s own body felt charged with heightened sensitivity, like he had somehow shed an outer layer of skin. The hot, sparking pressure in his groin was building closer and closer to a mind blowing peak, and he started begging Adam quietly, his hand moving faster over Adam’s slick, swollen cock.
When he felt Adam start to seize above him Anoop’s hips jutted forward gratefully, the tight squeeze of Adam’s body sending him over the edge into a blinding climax. Anoop barely felt the hot, wet pulse of Adam shooting all over his hand and belly, and Adam’s breathy, purring moan blended with his own sounds as they slowly came down from the high together.
Anoop opened his eyes dazedly as his body shuddered through a series of sharp aftershocks, and Adam grinned at him. He seized Anoop’s jaw with both hands, not hesitating to ask permission this time as he kissed him with wet, expert precision and lots of tongue.
“Damn,” Anoop managed, when Adam finally released him, panting a little as he struggled to breathe.
“I think I need to make exceptions more often,” Adam mused, and gave Anoop’s thigh a cheerful little slap as he slid off his lap.
Also, just for future reference, I don't really care if you guys go over the 1500 word limit thing. The rules here are more like guidelines really, haha. As long as it's not so insanely long that your fic can't be posted with 3 or 4 other drabbles, you're good to go!
Thank you to everyone who submitted headers! They were all awesome! I went with an anon submission and I hope you all like it as much as I do!
Drake Labry* - humidity, languid, paint by yekoc
"Hold still," Drake says, that slight accent heavy in the still air, and Adam tries to get a handle on his breathing, lungs gentling, softer.
"I just need-"
There's a fleck of white paint on Drake's cheek, like a too-harsh highlight on the line of his bone, and Adam wants to wipe it off, lick his thumb and cup Drake's face and clear it away. He doesn't move. A bead of sweat trickles down his back. The cushions are damp underneath him.
"There." Drake stands back, one hand on his hip. His eyes flick towards Adam-still frozen-and back to the canvas, and he smiles slow and spreading like the heat.
"Can I see?" Adam asks. He tries not to move his lips.
Drake shakes his head. "Not until it's done."
Two more drops roll down his neck, meet at the dip where his spine begins. It's too fucking hot.
"Please," Adam says. He feels drugged. The air smells like oils, thick, and Drake's tank top has slipped down off his left shoulder.
"No way, babe," Drake says, and picks up his paintbrush. His eyes on Adam are like an anchor, and Adam breathes and stills and founders, lost at sea. When Drake says now close your eyes it feels like slipping underwater and he goes easily, down and down.
"Good,"' Drake murmurs, close by now, and then Adam feels the press of lips on his neck, a tongue trailing cool and easy against his skin. Drake's fingers stick to his back and Adam imagines them leaving dots of color, bright on his pale skin.
He wants to move but he can’t, can't even open his mouth to ask, and he gives up and lays there in the slow consuming burn.
Drake paints him with hands and teeth and tongue; cool fire that loops and traces across him, and Adam melts.
Crowley (Good Omens) - hitchhike, Queen, snakeskin boots by kinneas
He knew who he was, of course--even without demonic knowledge, the kid had been making a bit of a splash beyond just the gates and memos of Hell. Quite the irony in his name.
And here he walked, as if he owned Charing Cross and the world, and with enough thought maybe he could. He had black hair and good cheekbones and wore dark glasses and snakeskin boots.
He had the Devil in him--or at least he would soon. Crowley couldn't make them do anything they didn't really, really want to do.
The kid hadn't lied when he'd said he could live here in London, all curved streets and the kind of nifty old architecture L.A. didn't want to think about, clubs with better energy and endless possibilities, boys in vintage black cars and perfectly-tailored suits and million-dollar sunglasses.
(Please allow me to introduce myself; I'm a man of wealth and taste.)
Adam wanted to say, "I don't get in cars with strangers," but it didn't quite make it past his teeth, it couldn't. His legs, however, had much less trouble gliding past the long hood of the car and into its leather interior.
"Hello," Crowley said almost cordially, watching this Adam shift uncomfortably.
"Who are you?" Adam asked. Crowley grinned to match those boots, and Adam didn't need to know anymore.
Had his stomach ever lurched, he might have sympathized with Adam.
"You know I'm Jewish," he said.
"It doesn't matter."
And then there it was, that moment Crowley had been waiting for. Adam straightened and pulled off his sunglasses, eyes bright and shining, and Crowley imagined if he spoke again that quavering voice would be like it never even existed. Free will wasn't such a bitch when they willed your way.
"Okay," he said, leaning close, looking hungry, arms folded but unmistakably excited. This was the man Crowley recognized. "Why not?"
That's the spirit.
And then, just like that, within what should have been an hour but felt like moments, Adam was climbing from the car with merely the barest hint of trepidation. The air sizzled. Crowley followed, and Adam eyed him with breathlessness and the scrutiny of someone in well over his head. Angels were sexless, Crowley not so much.
Only in the dark of his flat did Crowley finally tug the glasses from his eyes.
"I'll be damned," Adam said.
"Probably," Crowley said.
Really, though, for all his posturing he was a good kid. Crowley felt it in sex, when Adam bent him back over the cushions of his never-used sofa, rolling his hips languorously over Crowley's lap with the intent to give as much as he got, when Adam took so well to suggestion and let himself be fucked sideways in the name of reciprocity, when his breath hitched and he gasped, "Oh, god!" and Crowley winced.
Later, with smudged eyeliner and rumpled clothes and no hint of shame, Adam would leave. He could forget if he wanted, but he would not. And in a decade, whatever form of media humanity saw fit to outfit their cars would metamorphose into something wholly different.
It was only fitting.
Sartre had written it: "Hell is other people." This wasn't quite what he was getting at, but it would do.
Anoop Desai* - Bantering, slow, bottom!Adam Exceptions by gypsy_scribbles (A/N Longer than 1500 words with mod permission, also cross-posted to journal)
“Seriously, EVER?”
Adam rolled his eyes. “No, Anoop. I never thought about screwing you. Is that really so hard for you to believe?”
Anoop sniffed. “Well it’s just that I’m living with you. And I know for a fact that you’re simultaneously chronically over-sexed and harboring an ironic fear of fanboys with camera phones. So the lack of sex and the fact that I’m sleeping down the hall from you-“
“You’re staying with me until you find an apartment, that doesn’t mean we’re living together. And gay guys don’t automatically scope out every guy they share space with, damn.”
“I know that.” Anoop said haughtily, putting down his glass. “I just thought…maybe you had thought about it, that’s all. Sorry I’m not a sparkly elfin twink. Or you know, Kris Allen.”
Adam had to laugh at that. But then he saw Anoop’s face and stopped. “Wait. Do you want me to be into you?”
Anoop hesitated. “No.”
“Holy shit, you totally do.” Adam put down his fork. “You totally want my dick. I thought you hadn’t experimented with a guy since freshman year? And didn’t you say that ended badly?”
Anoop glared at him. “I don’t want your dick, asshole. Not everyone in the world wants your fucking tree trunk of a dick, okay?”
“So you have been looking at my dick?” Adam raised an eyebrow.
“Do I look like Scott?” Anoop pushed back his chair. “Well, glad I could feed your ego. Because clearly that needed to happen.” Except it actually kind of did. But Anoop was totally not going to let this be one of those times where Adam turned him into a fucking softie, but right now, Adam was being an asshole. Anoop needed somebody to come reassure HIS inner friendless fat kid.
“So…what is it then?” Adam asked almost hopefully, giving Anoop a shy little half-smile. “Do you really…I mean, what exactly do-“
“Your legs,” Anoop sighed, instantly surrendering what was left of his dignity. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck someone the same height as me, with those crazy long legs. And your ass is insanely perfect. There, happy now?”
Adam blinked. “You’ve thought about…you want to fuck me?”
Anoop rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I know you’re a top. And I’m not your type anyway, I get it.”
Adam blinked again, licking his lips. “I mean…you’re a good looking guy, I just never…” Adam shook his head as if clearing it. “You seriously think about fucking me? Usually…it’s the other way around. Boyfriends, hook-ups, friends with benefits, whatever, they pretty much all just want me to fuck them. So…why?”
Anoop sighed. “Are we really talking about this?”
Adam pouted. “You brought it up.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, fine.” Anoop threw up his hands dramatically. “My roommate in college, the one I fooled around with that whole semester?”
Adam nodded.
“He was a big guy too, and a total top, no matter whether he was with guys or girls.”
Adam leaned forward, blue eyes intent. “And?”
Anoop licked his lower lip. “Fingering. He went absolutely crazy for it. Like, out of his mind crazy. And it was pretty much the hottest thing ever, this big six foot, powerful guy, going completely out of his head when I touched him. And he…he wasn’t even nearly as pretty as you and it still drove me crazy to watch him. So yeah, I’ve thought about doing that to you.”
Adam’s eyes had gotten large and dark as Anoop spoke, but they softened slightly at his last sentence. “You think I’m pretty?”
“I am so done talking about this.”
Adam beamed at him.
* * *
“Okay, now you’re just being an asshole.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Adam said innocently, adjusting his sagging towel.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t, you think I’m pretty,” Adam said happily, opening up the fridge. And bending over way more than was necessary.
“I also think you’re an asshole.”
“No one ever thinks I’m pretty,” Adam added, taking a deep swig of orange juice. Anoop watched the long, graceful line of his throat. “I like little, elfin guys, yeah, but I always feel like a mammoth next to them.”
“That’s because you’re an idiot with body dysmorphic disorder.”
Adam grinned devilishly. “I love when you use big words, Anoop. Especially when you’re wearing your reading glasses.”
Anoop put down the morning newspaper, eyes fixed on Adam’s broad, freckled shoulders, his bare chest that still looked damp and flushed from the shower. “Liar, you hate when I use big words. You like feeling like the smartest person in a room.”
Adam chuckled. “Well maybe with you I’m willing to make exceptions.”
Anoop’s eyes shot back up to Adam’s face, which was teasing, expectant. They looked at each other, Adam resting one smooth hip-half exposed by the low-hanging towel-languidly against the counter.
“Was that an opening?” Anoop asked carefully. “Are you saying…does that mean you want to fool around?”
Adam smirked, sauntering over to where Anoop was sitting in the wooden kitchen chair. “What, because you somehow missed the lube and condom I placed behind the sugar bowl before I got in the shower?”
Anoop’s eyes shot across the table. Oh.
Adam grinned wider. “Well, it is nice to know I’m still the smartest person in the room.”
Anoop watched, speechless, as Adam slung a leg over his lap, lowering himself to straddle Anoop’s thighs.
Adam leaned in close, his breath warm and citrusy and sweet on Anoop’s face, and Anoop shivered. “Or was it all just bullshit? A fun game of tease the gay guy until shit gets real? ”
“No bullshit,” Anoop whispered, placing his hands carefully on Adam’s hips, where damp, cool towel met warm, damp skin.
“Good.” Adam pressed his grin against Anoop’s throat. “Because I was thinking about your long, long fingers the whole time I was in the shower. And I even shaved my legs.” He nipped a little at the delicate skin below Anoop’s ear. “Do you want to kiss me? I love kissing, but I know that’s usually off the table when straight boys play gay for the day.”
Anoop considered. He hadn’t actually kissed a guy before, despite a couple of frenzied handjobs in high school and his semester of experimenting in college. He thought about Adam’s lips, pale pink and full and freckled, and buried one hand in his thick, wet hair to jerk his face upwards.
Anoop kissed him wildly, crushing their lips together, but Adam just smiled against his mouth, the bastard. He pulled back a little, licking his own soft, soft lips. “Huh uh,” Adam said simply. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it slow. I want to be taken care of for a change. Seduce me.” Adam’s smile was teasing, but Anoop could tell he meant it. And yeah, Anoop could do that.
He cupped the back of Adam’s neck and pulled him in again, slower and sweeter this time. He licked into Adam’s mouth carefully, and Adam opened up for it so eagerly that Anoop groaned, already hard in his boxers. Adam’s mouth and hands felt large and surprisingly gentle as he wrapped his arms around Anoop’s shoulders, leaning into the kiss intently. And his tongue, his tongue was fucking skilled.
“You’re a good kisser,” Adam said finally, eyes affectionate and happy when he finally pulled back, slipping his hands beneath Anoop’s t-shirt to help him tug it over his head.
“So are you, damn.”
“Thanks.” Adam ran a hand down Anoop’s bare chest, seeming to like what he saw.
“Where do you like to be touched?” Anoop asked softly, watching Adam’s hand. This was just about fun, he got that, but he also really wanted to make it good for Adam.
“Everywhere, really,” Adam licked along his ear lobe. “I just really, really love touch.”
And as if to prove his point Adam’s body arched as sinuously as a cat’s when Anoop stroked up his bare sides, practically purring into Anoop’s ear as he sucked on an ear lobe.
“Fuck, you have such beautiful skin,” Anoop muttered, rubbing his palm over Adam’s pale freckled arm, and Adam gave him a look like he wasn’t sure if Anoop was making fun of him.
Anoop rolled his eyes. Adam was such a teenaged girl when it came to his complexion. “I mean it, don’t be stupid. It’s so soft and pale and delicate looking, such classic redhead skin. And I love your freckles.” He smoothed his hands over Adam’s chest, pausing to rub over the small points of his nipples. Adam moaned a little at that, hips bucking up slightly, and Anoop grinned.
“Yeah?” He pulled Adam forward by the hips, the towel giving a little more under his hands. Adam raised up eagerly, until Anoop’s mouth was even with his right nipple, and Anoop licked around the tiny peak before sucking it into his mouth.
It was strange not to feel the give of a breast, but still ridiculously hot, because Adam was squirming on his lap now and making tight, breathy little sounds above him. He made more noise the harder Anoop sucked, and by the time Anoop finally pulled back the nipple was a dark, sore looking red and the flesh around it was lightly bruised.
Adam’s eyes were a dark blue-gray and he was breathing hard, the towel really only a technicality at this point. Anoop slid his hands back down to Adams lean hips, eyes following the dark, shadowy trail below his belly button to where it vanished into the loosely draped white terrycloth.
Adam pulled at the towel and Anoop helped him untangle it, eyes glued to his long, sturdy thighs and impressive erection, and he had to smile when he saw that Adam really did have freckles everywhere.
“You’re looking at the freckles, aren’t you?” Adam said darkly.
“I can’t help it, they’re cute.”
“Well if further proof was needed that you’re straight,” Adam pouted, sitting back a little. “Most men who come face to face with my dick don’t describe it as cute.”
“You don’t need me to tell you that you have a big dick, you already know that. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be cute. And it sounds like your little elfin size queens neglect to focus on the fine details.” Anoop ran his hands up Adam’s chest and over his shoulders, warm palms working their way gradually down his broad back, until they were cupping his ass appreciatively. “Like this one, for instance.”
Adam chuckled. “Lucky for me you’re an ass man. If boobs were your main thing we’d both be out of luck.”
“I like to appreciate the whole picture,” Anoop squeezed handfuls of taut, round flesh hungrily, letting one finger skid teasingly into the crease. “Can I?”
Adam nodded breathlessly, shifting himself up a little higher so that Anoop would have room. Anoop reached for the lube with one hand, stroking Adam’s bent, tensed thigh with the other, so taut it was practically humming.
“I don’t usually do this,” Adam said, sounding almost nervous. “I’m usually the one doing it, not letting somebody else. So go slow, okay?”
“I know.” Anoop kissed his chest, Adam’s pulse fluttering against his lips. “You’re so fucking hot like this, Adam.”
“Not cute?” Adam tried to sound indignant, but he was obviously having a hard time keeping up the banter when two of Anoop’s cool, lube-slick fingers were rubbing between his cheeks.
“Hot and cute. They’re not mutually exclusive, you know.” Anoop cupped Adam’s balls with his free hand, squeezing lightly.
Adam groaned softly and Anoop gave a series of gentle, teasing little tugs, distracting Adam as his finger pushed in up to the first joint.
“More lube,” Adam whispered, breathy, and Anoop quickly obliged before pushing the finger slowly in. Adam was burning hot and impossibly tight around him and thinking about his dick being squeezed that way made Anoop throb painfully in his boxers.
He played a little, slipping the finger slowly in and out and carefully stretching the puckered skin, loving the frustrated, bossy little huffing sounds Adam made as he squirmed on Anoop’s lap, trying to bear down and get more friction.
“You said slow,” Anoop reminded him at one point, when Adam actually demanded a second finger.
“I also said take care of me,” Adam snapped, cheeks and upper chest flushed and red, eyes dark. He looked impossibly sexy. “Give me another!”
Anoop didn’t argue any longer, sliding his finger out so he could immediately slide back in with two, hard enough and fast enough to make Adam gasp.
“Fuck!” Adam reached behind himself to grip Anoop’s thighs just above the knees, bracing himself as he bore down hard on the thrusting fingers. Adam was rock hard and the head of his erection brushed over Anoop’s belly every time he rocked forward, leaving a small, slippery trail of pre-come on the bare skin just above Anoop’s sagging waistband.
Adam put out so much heat that Anoop felt like his lap was burning, and he pistoned his fingers wilder and faster inside Adam’s body, trying to satisfy his voracious need.
“Fuck, give me more.” Adam was begging now, voice broken and desperate, fucking himself furiously on Anoop’s hand. Anoop’s wrist and fingers were throbbing almost as painfully as his dick, so when Adam seethed, “Fuck me,” Anoop actually shuddered in relief.
He scrambled to shove his boxers down his thighs as Adam moved off him just long enough to grab the condom, his thick, long cock bobbing distractedly as he moved back onto Anoop’s lap. Anoop watched transfixedly as Adam opened the condom package with his teeth and held it obscenely between his lip and tongue as he took Anoop in his hand, stroking him several times with firm, insistent pressure. Anoop groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as Adam rolled on the condom, trying to convince himself that no, he was not about to come just from Adam’s hand.
But then Adam was back to hovering over his lap, maneuvering into position with his swollen bottom lip pinched between his teeth, and Anoop groaned louder.
“You’re even toppy when you bottom,” he managed to get out, before Adam’s body started to practically strangle his dick. “Oh fucking fuck!” Anoop gasped, and Adam made a sputtery half-laugh, half-gasping sound as he sank down farther.
Anoop forced his eyes open so he could watch Adam’s face as he slowly bore himself deeper, face rigid with concentration and a little pain, nails digging narrow crescents into Anoop’s bare shoulders.
“Oh fuck I want you riding me so bad,” Anoop muttered, staring at Adam’s parted, pink lips, swollen and abused by his own teeth, and at his darting tongue.
Adam didn’t answer, taking quick, shallow breaths as he finally came to a rest on Anoop’s lap. Anoop moved his hands back to Adam’s hip bones and rubbed comfortingly, struggling to breathe.
Adam grunted a little as he bent forward, forehead resting on Anoop’s shoulder, and Anoop moaned from even that little amount of movement.
“Almost ready,” Adam panted, shivering. “Just give me another second.”
Anoop nodded helplessly, pinned by Adam’s weight on his lap and the broad, damp chest heaving against his own.
When Adam finally started to move his hips, rocking forward in small, shallow thrusts, Anoop let his head fall backwards to hang over the chair, mouth opening unconsciously.
“Don’t play dead, fuck me,” Adam seethed, moving faster, which Anoop assumed was his way of giving permission to move. He caught Adam’s narrow, jutting hips and thrust violently up into him, ass raising repeatedly up off the wooden chair, slamming back down each time with bruising force.
Adam’s cries were wild and guttural, his neck and arms taut and straining with visible veins as he endeavored to take each hard thrust, rocking forward to meet every plunge of Anoop’s hips.
“Wait!” Anoop wheezed, already feeling the pressure pooling in his groin. “I’ve gotta…slow down.”
Adam nodded, breathing just as hard, sliding down carefully until Anoop was sheathed fully in slick, tight heat. He moved his long, strong legs to wrap around either side of Anoops’s waist, knees locking around the back of the chair so that his ankles crossed behind it.
Anoop moved his hands down to help support Adam’s thighs and he groaned painfully as his fingers touched smooth, lean skin. “Oh fuck, your legs. I forgot you shaved them.”
Adam smirked and began to rock gradually, long body looped completely around Anoop and the chair.
Anoop felt his orgasm building again almost instantly, but the build was slower now, more sweltering and pointed.
He moved one hand up to circle Adam’s cock, plump and heavy against his stomach, and started to stroke him at the same leisurely pace.
Adam hummed his approval, moving his hips just a little bit faster, his smooth, moist thighs sliding slickly against Anoop’s bare hips as they rocked together. Anoop’s gaze ran up and down the long, languid stretch of Adam’s body from throat to groin, memorizing the sensual lines and curves of his pale, heated flesh.
Anoop’s own body felt charged with heightened sensitivity, like he had somehow shed an outer layer of skin. The hot, sparking pressure in his groin was building closer and closer to a mind blowing peak, and he started begging Adam quietly, his hand moving faster over Adam’s slick, swollen cock.
When he felt Adam start to seize above him Anoop’s hips jutted forward gratefully, the tight squeeze of Adam’s body sending him over the edge into a blinding climax. Anoop barely felt the hot, wet pulse of Adam shooting all over his hand and belly, and Adam’s breathy, purring moan blended with his own sounds as they slowly came down from the high together.
Anoop opened his eyes dazedly as his body shuddered through a series of sharp aftershocks, and Adam grinned at him. He seized Anoop’s jaw with both hands, not hesitating to ask permission this time as he kissed him with wet, expert precision and lots of tongue.
“Damn,” Anoop managed, when Adam finally released him, panting a little as he struggled to breathe.
“I think I need to make exceptions more often,” Adam mused, and gave Anoop’s thigh a cheerful little slap as he slid off his lap.