(no subject)

[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."

Comments

[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..."

[minuteofangle]

“Maybe.” Gabe flicks Austin’s arm playfully. “I don’t, usually. But maybe. I like your dick. And your hands.”

The way Austin laughs, too.

[the_reapers]

"Awww man you can be honest," all playful--but drowsy--energy. He rubs his hands on Gabe's sides. "You like me. You like my dick fucking you into a coma. You wanna do this again with ol' Austin."

[minuteofangle]

That gets a sigh as Gabe stretches catlike, calm and languid. “You did fuck me good,” he admits. “Mhmm-hmm. That was real nice.”

[the_reapers]

"C'mon, say it," he kisses Gabe lightly, playfully. "You wanna play with me again."

[minuteofangle]

Brat, Gabe thinks fondly. He gives a dramatic sigh, as if this is some great concession. A line crossed. Maybe it is, in some ways. There’s a chain of command here and he is, nominally, over Austin within it. Just like Mancea’s over him.

It doesn’t feel that way, though. Not when they’re tangled up like this. It feels like the most natural thing in the world. He wonders if Mancea would see it that way. If the man truly wouldn’t mind. Maybe, Gabe thinks, that’s something they ought to talk about. But how do you find the words for that?

He kisses Austin back with a sigh. “I wanna okay with you again,” he agrees. “Want you to put clamps on me and have you fuck me hard.”

[the_reapers]

He grins against Gabe's lips. "Yeah you do," he purrs. "And I'm gonna clamp your nips and I'm gonna make you forget everything you ever knew about being fucked with a cock ring in." A pause. "We could play with both kinds!"

[minuteofangle]

That gets a huff of laughter as Gabe reaches up to cup Austin’s cheek. Gently trace out the lines of his jaw and learn the shape of him. “You should come to this bdsm club I know. It’s all vets, more or less. You’d be surprised who shows up.”

Gabe certainly was.

[the_reapers]

He likes that, the feel of Gabe's fingertips on his jaw. "Yeah? They won't care that I'm not gay? I mean," he strokes his hand along Gabe's hips and over his cock. "I guess I'm not not gay, don't get me wrong, I know I like this. But I like girls too. Don't you have to be harcore to do BDSM?"

[minuteofangle]

Gabe’s eyebrows go up at that. Wow, okay. “Girls do bdsm, too, my man.”

Even so, he shivers a little as Austin touches him. Oversensitive. Part of him likes it, though. How it reminds him of his body.

“It’s all men there. They don’t care so long as you’re respectful, don’t mess with anyone without asking first.”

[the_reapers]

"Okay but c'mon not a lot of them, every girl I ever been with was against all that," he groans.

All men, though. He thinks he could like that. "How many of our people go there?" Mancea, apparently, which is still a shock.

[minuteofangle]

“You haven’t been hanging around the right clubs, then,” he teases.

Maybe he’ll try and find some just for Austin. Blow his mind a bit. It’s always fun to have projects and Gabe knows what he gets like when he’s bored.

“Carver,” Gabe adds cheerfully. “And Mancea and Bossie.”

[the_reapers]

"Carver? Goddamn. Goddamn. I don't know if I can handle that," he laughs. "He's...he's hot." And intense.

He thinks about what he'd do if Carver came in, dressed in leather. "Can we go tomorrow?"

[minuteofangle]

“God, isn’t he?” Gabe muses, tempted to explain that he and Carver fucked once for a scene and it was hot as hell. Well, maybe they’ll come to that. “Sure, if Shaw doesn’t kill us in training.”

He hesitates. “Carver might come. Or Mancea. They don’t like me going on my own. Though I wouldn’t be if you’re there.”

[the_reapers]

"Yeah! Yeah man I'll go with you. Whenever you want. Hell we could even surprise them if they complain." Have Austin jump out and surprise them and everything.

[minuteofangle]

“Gotta be careful with surprises in this crowd,” Gabe warns gently. Carver especially doesn’t react well to being startled. It’s gotten them in trouble before and Austin, historically, doesn’t always think before he acts. “But you can come with me. Have some fun.”

[the_reapers]

"Well I won't do it if he's armed." Getting punched is small price to pay for a joke, right? "Take me with. We'll have fun. And hey, we can show off together too."

[minuteofangle]

“Not really one for showing off,” Gabe admits. “I don’t like putting on shows for a crowd. But don’t let that stop you. Live your bliss and all that.”