the_reapers | (no subject)

He forgets, often, that Gabe can't read texts. He takes for granted that Gabe can get them read to him by an app or an onlooker.

So it's late at night, beyond midnight, when he texts, "I'm about to be arrested you down to pick me up? I got cash to bail me out at my apartment."

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minuteofangle

"I like being fucked," Gabe murmurs, biting gently at Austin's hip. "Not really into sex work. But I'll spank you just fine."

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the_reapers

"You spank me, and I'll fuck you," he says, pulling Gabe closer, bringing Gabe's hand up to bite at his wrist playfully. "It'll be a good day! Man are you hungry? I wish this place had room service. ...You know I thought about doing sex work. Like. Stripping. I bet I could be a stripper. I could give you a lap dance, would you be into that?"

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minuteofangle

"I did promise you curry," Gabe agrees, sighing low and contentedly at the bite. It feels good. The E's started to wane a little but he's still riding the wave and thinks he will be for a while. Everything feels easy and sweet right now, like honey on his tongue. "Mhmm. Bet you'd be a hot stripper."

Even though Gabe's got no eyes to ogle him with these days.

"I'll give it a shot," he adds.

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the_reapers

He's thinking about Gabe not being able to watch, too. He's thinking that's just a detail though. "You could hold onto me while I stripped. So you could feel my hips moving," he moves his hips under Gabe, "And know what clothes I'm taking off. I could be the first stripper who works for blind people."

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minuteofangle

There's something novel about that thought. Gabe hums a little, squeezing Austin's hip and biting lightly. Thinking about sucking his cock again. About feeling this hips sway as Austin strips.

"Entrepreneurial," he drawls. "I'll try anything once."

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the_reapers

"I'll practice on you. You can tell me I'm hot, make sure my routine's good," he laughs, swaying his hips again, his cock ring brushing against Gabe's throat. "So like, you remember your first crush?"

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minuteofangle

Gabe hums and shifts a little so he can kiss the barbell, huffing. He likes this, he thinks. Maybe only when he's high, but he craves the quietness. The intimacy of being touched like this. Held like this. "Not really."

Truthfully, he doesn't like to think back to those days.

"Probably some guy on TV. Or..." he pauses, considering. "Ah. My asshole brother's football coach. God, that man was beautiful."

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the_reapers

"Oh scandalous!" He teases. "So you've always liked em a little older huh? Man I get that." He hums, thinking. "I love football."

From:

minuteofangle

“Yeah,” Gabe admits. He’s got a type. “Mhmm. You ever play? They said I was too skinny.”

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the_reapers

"Yeah I played in middle school. My grades weren't good enough in high school for me to be on the team, though. Besides I really wanted to play with the cheerleaders." And he did plenty of that. "What'd you do in high school? Band, or something like that?"

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minuteofangle

“Bet they liked you,” Gabe teases. He can imagine it just fine, with the way Austin bounces so cheerfully from one moment to the next. The sincerity in how he flirts. “Basketball and track. Nothing fancy.”

He huffs a bit.

“And advanced math. Thought I was gonna be something for a bit. Go to college and shit.”

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the_reapers

"Math! Damn I knew you were smart!" He crows, like he's just won a bet. "I figured you were either math or chemistry. I always liked chemistry but I could never figure out the math in it."

Not that it matters. He learned explosives just fine.

"Why didn't you go to college? You coulda got a scholarship."

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minuteofangle

“Liked chemistry, too,” Gabe admits cheerfully. “But math was my shit.”

Sometimes he lets himself dream about what his life would’ve been like if he’d gone to school and become an accountant, or something. Just a regular ass person walking down the street. It’s not the worst dream, though it never fits quite right. High school was a long time ago.

He sighs, nosing gently at Austin’s dick. Wondering if it’d be more fun to have sex again rather than talk about the past.

“Wolves took me when I was seventeen,” he says after a moment. “I got in trouble. Cop said they were gonna charge me as an adult unless I signed the contract.”

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the_reapers

He can picture Gabe being a real brain in school. He's always so quick with logistics and quips, his mind always seeming to work fast.

Gabe's mouth brushing his dick is enough to make it twitch with interest and he chuckles. Gabe hesitates before telling him about the Wolves getting him; he takes that as a hint.

"My cock's cold," he grins. "You wanna warm it up for me?"

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minuteofangle

It’s easy to laugh and kiss his dick; easy to move on from the four shit when Austin’s there and warm, and it feels good to taste the salt of him. “If you’re good,” he teases, but it’s easy to give it a kiss. To take Austin’s dick into his mouth, soft as it is, and hum gently.

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the_reapers

He whimpers and arches his back, legs sprawling apart in invitation.

"Get me hard," he breathes eagerly. "Can I fuck you this time? It's okay if you don't wanna- mm fuck that feels good, Fifty-"

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minuteofangle

Oh, that’s a nice sound right there. Gabe hums softly around his dick, touching his tongue to the piercing and flicking it as he draws back with a deliberate pop. “You can,” he agrees. “Bend me over and do me hard.”

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the_reapers

That little flick of a tongue has Austin laughing giddily, toes curling with the pointed sheer pleasure of it.

"How 'bout the bathroom counter?" easy to clean up, he figures, and he can stand and get some real leverage going into each thrust.

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minuteofangle

“That’ll do,” he agrees cheerfully, and flicks his tongue against the barbell again. He likes the metallic taste, Gabe realizes: something new. “You want me to tease you, or you wanna fuck my face?”

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the_reapers

"You can do face fucking? How? Don't you like, have to breathe?" He's tried it before, giving and receiving, to disappointing results.

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minuteofangle

Gabe just laughs, nosing against Austin’s cock. “Everybody’s gotta breathe. I can’t do it for long but I don’t mind choking a bit. Makes me all light headed and shit, like I’m floating.”

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the_reapers

He's half hard now, and sensitive enough to get another of those little whimpers.

"I wanna fuck your face before I pound your ass," he decides, because how can he pass an opportunity like that?

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minuteofangle

That’s a nice sound right there. Gabe licks a long stripe up his cock, nuzzling against it. “Then you better get hard,” he teases, and takes the head into his mouth.