Throwing Yourself At The Ground (And Missing)
Title: Throwing Yourself At The Ground (And Missing)
Words: 1,189
Fandom: Gym Class Heroes (Travis/Matt)
Warnings: Sexytimes
A/N: Wingfic! For hc_bingo square wings (sudden onset). My first contribution, demanded by icanbreakthesky to be completed before I could go to sleep tonight. First fic I've completed in a while, actually. Table for bingo can be found here.
At first he thinks Matt's just being shy, but at some point, it shifts to stubborn, and then it gets downright annoying.
They're making out, have been for almost half an hour and Travis' lips are getting chapped; he pulls back to mouth down Matt's chest, keeps going until he hits Matt's belt-and like clockwork, Matt starts reeling him up again. Travis is all for taking it slow, really, but it's been almost two months of them doing what they're doing, and it's like they hit a wall and just keep ricocheting off it and back, and he is determined to get to the bottom of it-of everything-tonight.
"I know you’ve done it before," Travis rocks his hips forward, and Matt sighs, half in frustration and half in annoyance. “And I know you want it. So why don’t we?”
"Because it's-it’s embarrassing," Matt hisses as Travis pulls back slightly. “It’s stupid and annoying and I wish I’d never said anything and-and embarrassing.“
"Damn, dude, I walked in on you trying to play guitar that one day, I've seen you being embarrassing," Travis insists, sliding one hand back up Matt's thigh, palming over the front of his pants. "And I know you've caught me in way more embarrassing situations than the funny faces I make when I come, so-"
"It's not that, it's just-" Matt bites his lip, squeezing his eyes closed as Travis presses his palm a little more firmly against him. "It's-I can't-it'll just-it'll change everything."
"I told you before, I"m not gonna let it," Travis insists, kissing the front of Matt’s throat. "Look. If you tell me you don't want this, just look me in the eye and say no Travis, I don’t want you-then okay, we'll drop it, no questions asked. Just-I really won't believe you, you know?"
Matt drops his head back against the couch, staring up at Travis like he doesn't believe him either.
“If this happens,” Matt says slowly, and Travis’ heart starts jumping for joy. “And if you fucking, you know, freak out on me or whatever like-“
“I don’t freak out.”
“You’re freaking out right now.”
“Because I love you,” Travis grins, tucking his fingers into Matt’s waistband, thumb toying with his belt buckle. Matt’s hand intercepts him when he’s barely halfway done.
“Nice try,” Matt says, rolling his eyes at the frown Travis puts out at that. “The hotel’ll be way easier. Trust me.”
---
If it weren’t for the interviews and the audience, Travis probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off Matt at all the next day. By the time they make it to the hotel, he’s not even listening to DeJesus explain about wake-up calls and shit the next morning, room assignments and whatever. As soon as the envelopes appear, Travis grabs one, laces his fingers with Matt’s, and takes off for the elevators, just barely stopping himself from skipping.
“You,” Matt mutters, managing to sound like he’s laughing at Travis even between kisses. “You are the biggest-fucking-loser I know.”
“Want what I want,” Travis barely manages, tugging his boxers off and dragging Matt down onto one of the beds. He bites Matt’s collarbone, earning a sharp intake of breath. “Don’t care who knows.”
“Eric’s gonna have a-field day tomorrow, shit.”
“When’s he not?” Travis grins, sucking on the red mark he left. “Might as well enjoy ourselves. Besides…”
Travis rolls him onto his back, tries to get up on top of Matt, but Matt uses the momentum to roll them once more, and all of a sudden he's straddling Travis' hips. Travis lets his head loll back, grinning as he enjoys the view.
“Sorry, I gotta be-“ Matt shakes his head. "The fuck, are you sure about-"
"Yep," Travis doesn't let Matt finish the sentence, propping himself up with one arm and wrapping his free hand around the side of Matt’s neck. "Never been more sure about anything ‘cept kissing you the first time.”
Matt laughs quietly, dropping his forehead down against Travis’. “That is such a line.”
“It work?” Travis grins. Matt gives him a quick kisses in response. “Then it’s not a line.”
“Whatever, man. You have condoms and stuff?”
Travis isn’t waiting for an engraved invitation; soon enough Matt’s settled on top of him, starting up a slow rhythm that’s already starting to drive Travis crazy. The anticipation isn’t helping much either; Travis keeps pulling Matt forward, running his hands up and down his back. His mind drifts just slightly, wondering what it’d be like from other positions, whether he could watch when it happens.
Matt leans back, readjusting his feet against the mattress, and Travis is very nearly distracted from his wonderings. It’s been a long time since Travis found out about Matt, even longer than that since Travis’ been trying to get him into bed, and now that they’re there he can hardly concentrate on anything but the way Matt’s tight around him, the way he looks, flushed and wound up and so incredibly good. It’s all too good to last; Travis knows he’s close but he holds himself back as long as he can. He’s meeting every downward move Matt makes, trying to keep Matt just a little bit ahead, just a little closer.
All too soon, Matt’s leaning forward with a grunt, come spilling onto Travis’ stomach, and just as suddenly there they are, bursting out and unfurling out and over his shoulders, white and iridescent, almost glowing in the low light of the hotel lamps. It takes Travis’ breath away, leaves his chest aching as he comes with a gasp seconds later.
“How long do they last?” Travis asks quietly, fingers stroking over the feathers once they’re both more or less cleaned up and under the covers again.
Matt shrugs, wings twitching under Travis’ hand. “I don’t know. They’re never there when I wake up, so…”
“So,” Travis nods. “So morning sex is a no then?”
“Unless you wanna stay awake and figure out how long they stay.”
Travis yawns. “Maybe next time. Speaking of, you ever try anything with’em?”
“What, wing sex?” Matt lifts his head, and Travis has to seriously avoid looking at his hair or he’s gonna laugh. “Shut up, you should see what you look like.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I look beautiful,” Travis sticks out his tongue. “As does a certain someone…”
“Shut up,” Matt mutters, but Travis catches a hint of red on his cheeks before he ducks out of sight again.
“Nah, I meant like, reverse cowgirl that shit dude, see where they come from.”
Travis can imagine the face Matt’s making against his shoulder. “I know exactly where they come from. I’m part pixie. On my mom’s side.”
“So I’ll send her the bill when I run outta white paint, huh?”
“Oh fuck,” Matt groans, shoving Travis’ shoulder half-heartedly. “You’re gonna paint’em?”
“Oh cheer up,” Travis grins up at the ceiling and lets his eyes drift shut. He trails his fingers between Matt’s wings, between his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles shifting beneath them. “Just means we’re gonna have to get’em out more often.”
Words: 1,189
Fandom: Gym Class Heroes (Travis/Matt)
Warnings: Sexytimes
A/N: Wingfic! For hc_bingo square wings (sudden onset). My first contribution, demanded by icanbreakthesky to be completed before I could go to sleep tonight. First fic I've completed in a while, actually. Table for bingo can be found here.
At first he thinks Matt's just being shy, but at some point, it shifts to stubborn, and then it gets downright annoying.
They're making out, have been for almost half an hour and Travis' lips are getting chapped; he pulls back to mouth down Matt's chest, keeps going until he hits Matt's belt-and like clockwork, Matt starts reeling him up again. Travis is all for taking it slow, really, but it's been almost two months of them doing what they're doing, and it's like they hit a wall and just keep ricocheting off it and back, and he is determined to get to the bottom of it-of everything-tonight.
"I know you’ve done it before," Travis rocks his hips forward, and Matt sighs, half in frustration and half in annoyance. “And I know you want it. So why don’t we?”
"Because it's-it’s embarrassing," Matt hisses as Travis pulls back slightly. “It’s stupid and annoying and I wish I’d never said anything and-and embarrassing.“
"Damn, dude, I walked in on you trying to play guitar that one day, I've seen you being embarrassing," Travis insists, sliding one hand back up Matt's thigh, palming over the front of his pants. "And I know you've caught me in way more embarrassing situations than the funny faces I make when I come, so-"
"It's not that, it's just-" Matt bites his lip, squeezing his eyes closed as Travis presses his palm a little more firmly against him. "It's-I can't-it'll just-it'll change everything."
"I told you before, I"m not gonna let it," Travis insists, kissing the front of Matt’s throat. "Look. If you tell me you don't want this, just look me in the eye and say no Travis, I don’t want you-then okay, we'll drop it, no questions asked. Just-I really won't believe you, you know?"
Matt drops his head back against the couch, staring up at Travis like he doesn't believe him either.
“If this happens,” Matt says slowly, and Travis’ heart starts jumping for joy. “And if you fucking, you know, freak out on me or whatever like-“
“I don’t freak out.”
“You’re freaking out right now.”
“Because I love you,” Travis grins, tucking his fingers into Matt’s waistband, thumb toying with his belt buckle. Matt’s hand intercepts him when he’s barely halfway done.
“Nice try,” Matt says, rolling his eyes at the frown Travis puts out at that. “The hotel’ll be way easier. Trust me.”
---
If it weren’t for the interviews and the audience, Travis probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off Matt at all the next day. By the time they make it to the hotel, he’s not even listening to DeJesus explain about wake-up calls and shit the next morning, room assignments and whatever. As soon as the envelopes appear, Travis grabs one, laces his fingers with Matt’s, and takes off for the elevators, just barely stopping himself from skipping.
“You,” Matt mutters, managing to sound like he’s laughing at Travis even between kisses. “You are the biggest-fucking-loser I know.”
“Want what I want,” Travis barely manages, tugging his boxers off and dragging Matt down onto one of the beds. He bites Matt’s collarbone, earning a sharp intake of breath. “Don’t care who knows.”
“Eric’s gonna have a-field day tomorrow, shit.”
“When’s he not?” Travis grins, sucking on the red mark he left. “Might as well enjoy ourselves. Besides…”
Travis rolls him onto his back, tries to get up on top of Matt, but Matt uses the momentum to roll them once more, and all of a sudden he's straddling Travis' hips. Travis lets his head loll back, grinning as he enjoys the view.
“Sorry, I gotta be-“ Matt shakes his head. "The fuck, are you sure about-"
"Yep," Travis doesn't let Matt finish the sentence, propping himself up with one arm and wrapping his free hand around the side of Matt’s neck. "Never been more sure about anything ‘cept kissing you the first time.”
Matt laughs quietly, dropping his forehead down against Travis’. “That is such a line.”
“It work?” Travis grins. Matt gives him a quick kisses in response. “Then it’s not a line.”
“Whatever, man. You have condoms and stuff?”
Travis isn’t waiting for an engraved invitation; soon enough Matt’s settled on top of him, starting up a slow rhythm that’s already starting to drive Travis crazy. The anticipation isn’t helping much either; Travis keeps pulling Matt forward, running his hands up and down his back. His mind drifts just slightly, wondering what it’d be like from other positions, whether he could watch when it happens.
Matt leans back, readjusting his feet against the mattress, and Travis is very nearly distracted from his wonderings. It’s been a long time since Travis found out about Matt, even longer than that since Travis’ been trying to get him into bed, and now that they’re there he can hardly concentrate on anything but the way Matt’s tight around him, the way he looks, flushed and wound up and so incredibly good. It’s all too good to last; Travis knows he’s close but he holds himself back as long as he can. He’s meeting every downward move Matt makes, trying to keep Matt just a little bit ahead, just a little closer.
All too soon, Matt’s leaning forward with a grunt, come spilling onto Travis’ stomach, and just as suddenly there they are, bursting out and unfurling out and over his shoulders, white and iridescent, almost glowing in the low light of the hotel lamps. It takes Travis’ breath away, leaves his chest aching as he comes with a gasp seconds later.
“How long do they last?” Travis asks quietly, fingers stroking over the feathers once they’re both more or less cleaned up and under the covers again.
Matt shrugs, wings twitching under Travis’ hand. “I don’t know. They’re never there when I wake up, so…”
“So,” Travis nods. “So morning sex is a no then?”
“Unless you wanna stay awake and figure out how long they stay.”
Travis yawns. “Maybe next time. Speaking of, you ever try anything with’em?”
“What, wing sex?” Matt lifts his head, and Travis has to seriously avoid looking at his hair or he’s gonna laugh. “Shut up, you should see what you look like.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I look beautiful,” Travis sticks out his tongue. “As does a certain someone…”
“Shut up,” Matt mutters, but Travis catches a hint of red on his cheeks before he ducks out of sight again.
“Nah, I meant like, reverse cowgirl that shit dude, see where they come from.”
Travis can imagine the face Matt’s making against his shoulder. “I know exactly where they come from. I’m part pixie. On my mom’s side.”
“So I’ll send her the bill when I run outta white paint, huh?”
“Oh fuck,” Matt groans, shoving Travis’ shoulder half-heartedly. “You’re gonna paint’em?”
“Oh cheer up,” Travis grins up at the ceiling and lets his eyes drift shut. He trails his fingers between Matt’s wings, between his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles shifting beneath them. “Just means we’re gonna have to get’em out more often.”