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[the_reapers]

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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[the_reapers]

Gabe's laughter never makes him think he should slow down. Instead he speeds up, holding Gabe's hips firm in his hands, fucking him wildly as he does. Gabe laughs; it coaxes Austin to be uninhibited. "Like that," he groans, fucking him in a steady hungry rhythm, skin slapping on skin. "You gonna come for me? C'mon..."

[minuteofangle]

It's rough. Controlled, but with the sort of force that knocks his breath from him. Sends him to groaning, making enough noise to shout the goddamn walls down. He can feel his neck throbbing where Austin bit him, knows he's going to come soon.

"Keep, fuck, keep going," he hisses, bracing his hands against the sink. He comes almost yelling.

[the_reapers]

Austin comes after him, biting down on Gabe's shoulder again as he does, fucking him hard all throughout. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" He says as he empties into Gabe and holds him close.

"Fuck you're good."

[minuteofangle]

Laughter is the answer, low and breathless. Gabe sags back, resting his head on Austin's shoulder again. "Course I am," he drawls. "What'd you take me for?"

[the_reapers]

"Yeah but I didn't know how good. It was like a trick," he teases, nipping Gabe again. "Fuck. Fuck you're sure Mancea won't be mad we fucked? I need him to like me."

[minuteofangle]

Gabe huffs at him, enjoying the boneless feeing he often gets after he comes. Everything easy and calm. “Austin, I fuck lots of people. It’s fine.”

[the_reapers]

"Yeah but he's my boss," he whispers, laughing, softly. He pulls Gabe against his chest. "You look worn the fuck out, man."

[minuteofangle]

Gabe huffs, sagging back against Austin and petting absently at his arm. He lets himself be held, contained, just for the moment.

It’s nice, he thinks. This is nice.

“Good look on me?” he teases.

[the_reapers]

"Good and damn sexy," he chuckles, holding Gabe tight.

"You sucked a lot of cock tonight. Was it worth it?"

[minuteofangle]

He smooths his hand over Austin’s arm, the exhaustion starting to hit. He promised Austin takeout but mostly Gabe wants to just clean up and lie down for a bit. He smiles, though, and keeps his feet under him. “Oh, yeah. I like that shit—it’s satisfying. You like fucking my ass?”

[the_reapers]

"Hell yeah I did," he grinds his hips in a circle. Kisses Gabe's neck. "C'mon. I'll call for a pizza they'll bring it here."

He's too tired to go out for anything, even curry.

[minuteofangle]

Gabe hums, closing his eyes and resting against Austin’s chest. Enjoying the closeness. How strong Austin’s arms feel around him. “Guide me back,” he murmurs. He’s a little unsteady on his feet. “And I want mushrooms and sausage.”

[the_reapers]

Austin grins, chuckles, leads Gabe back gently to the bed. He lays him out and kisses the head of his cock. "I'll order. Don't worry. You want Sprite?"

[minuteofangle]

Cheeky, Gabe thinks, and runs his fingers through Austin’s curls before flicking him on the air. His cock twitches, sensitive. “Oh, yeah. That’ll taste good. Still got a bit of the E running through me.”

[the_reapers]

"Yeah? I got you hot?" He grins and kisses Gabe's back. "I told you I got the good stuff. I won't let you down."

He keeps one arm around Gabe's waist and the other grabs his phone. He orders the Pizza Hut like he's done it every night for weeks.

[minuteofangle]

It occurs to Gabe as he listens to Austin order that there’s not much of a kitchen in here. He hums and presses against Austin, trailing his fingers lightly over his scars. “So,” he says. “You know how to cook?”

Please tell him you haven’t been eating pizza the whole time.

[the_reapers]

"Uhhh... well I can make like ramen. And I'm good at MRE's. And I can heat up soup and I can make cereal. I'm good." He won't let Gabe go hungry anyway. Even if this is his last thirty bucks.

[minuteofangle]

Okay. Gabe sighs, still absently tracing Austin’s scars. “Come have dinner with us. Carver cooks. It’s good shit.”

Paying for it is a little tricky sometimes, but they’ll make it work.

[the_reapers]

Carver cooks? He can't quite picture that.

"I can't pay for shit, man. All my money's going to Rochelle so she can get us a place."

[minuteofangle]

“Come anyway.” He flicks Austin’s arm. “You’re one of us. Besides, sometimes Carver makes garlic bread.”

And the garlic bread is killer.

[the_reapers]

"He makes the bread? Goddamn how come I didn't get an invite until now?" He pulls Gabe to his chest and guides him back to the bed.

"Where do I go for this dinner?"

[minuteofangle]

“You run off too quick after training.”

Gabe huffs but lets Austin guide him. It’s only in the quieter moments, when he’s well and truly fucked out, that he enjoys being looked after like this. Held like this.

“Mancea’s place. It’s a little crowded but we make it work.”

[the_reapers]

"Aw man but I just fucked his best guy," he moans, burying his face in Gabe's back. "You're sure he won't care?"

The notion of casual sex is and has always been foreign to him.

[minuteofangle]

Gabe huffs but reaches back to squeeze Austin’s hip. Trying to settle him before he spirals off someplace that Gabe can’t follow. “We just fucked around,” he murmurs. “And like I said, I fuck around with a lot of guys.”

Even so, sometimes he sleeps in Mancea’s bed. Gabe doesn’t quite know what to make of that, his one rule so easily and so often broken, so he tries not to think of it at all.

[the_reapers]

"Okay. Okay." If Mancea and Gabe are nothing to each other then he doesn't risk damaging anything. Good.

"Hey you ever gonna fuck me again? Cause that could be fun..."