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stephanometraTitle: long legs, hot mouths
Pairing: Saporta/Beckett
Rating: NC17
Summary: There is nothing about William Beckett that isn't beautiful, and he never looks better than when he's naked in Gabe's bed.
Warnings: None
Notes: So![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xylodemon wanted Gabe/Bill porn, and I am still apparently unable to deny her a single blessed thing. This literally woke me up this morning with demanding to be written, so. Porn. 1100 words.
***
There is nothing about William Beckett that isn't beautiful, and he never looks better than when he's naked in Gabe's bed.
Legs that go for years, the graceful curve of lower back, pale skin gleaming like he's lit from within—Jesus, it's almost too much. Gabe ends up just looking because he can't decide where to touch first, so entranced by all the pretty in front of him that his fingers stall at his own belt.
"Gabe, come on," Bill murmurs, startling Gabe's hands back into the action of undoing his jeans.
He smiles easily. "Man, what's your rush? Got all night."
Bill spreads his thighs and turns his head, chin coyly kissing his shoulder, to toss Gabe a heated look. "Don't want all night. Want it now."
"You always say that," Gabe says, pushing his pants down his hips and stepping out of them. "And then you still keep my happy ass up all fucking night."
Bill just huffs a laugh against his folded forearms and wriggles his hips, rubbing against the mattress.
Gabe crawls onto the bed, plants his knees on either side of one of Bill's thighs. "Pushy," he says, reaching out to meditatively stroke the dip in Bill's spine.
"Never," Bill replies, arching up into his touch, his hair moving dark and liquid over his white shoulders.
"You lie like a rug, Beckett." Stretching out over Bill's back, Gabe noses Bill's hair aside to reach the thin, sensitive skin behind his ear. "I don't even know why I put up with you."
Shivering, Bill shifts a little, moving so their mouths are almost touching. "Because I'm gorgeous," he says, the sultry consonants whispering over Gabe's lips.
"Mm," Gabe says. "Now that, at least, is true."
He feels the imprint of Bill's grin against his lips, and both laugh into the kiss, open and easy.
Then Bill's tongue flicks at Gabe's hard palate and everything turns messy and desperate and now, Bill turning over and surging up against Gabe's mouth, Gabe roughly fisting a hand in Bill's hair.
"Jesus," Gabe pants as Bill rolls his hips, dropping his head to swipe his tongue over Bill's collarbone as their dicks drag together.
Bill wraps a long leg around Gabe's hips, presses up against him. "Wanna get fucked," he says, tugging on Gabe's hair so he can push their mouths together again, sucking Gabe's tongue into his mouth. He groans in pleased submission when Gabe's fingers skim his cock and press lower, rubbing dry, gentle circles over his hole.
"Hold up." Gabe rolls over until he's hanging half-off the bed, flailing around for the bottle of lube he's reasonably sure is somewhere under it. "I am a genius!" he declares, triumphant, when he finds it. He feels the loud whisper of blood rushing in his ears as he sits back up.
Bill's touching himself now, one hand curled around his cock, one stroking over the jut of his hipbone. "You are slow," he says, breath hitching as he rubs his thumb over the head.
Gabe forgets what he was doing and stares—again.
Smiling, Bill says, "C'mere." Hand clenched around the sticky bottle, Gabe goes.
He kisses Bill's hip as Bill opens for him, licking around Bill's fingers as Bill presses down on his own hip, leaving a trail of bruises in the shape of his lips. A shiny drop of slick at the tip of Bill's dick practically begs to be tasted, and Gabe moans when Bill stops jacking off long enough to slide two long fingers into Gabe's mouth.
"Yeah, like that," Bill breathes, cock twitching as he bears down on Gabe's fingers, and reaches for the box of rubbers on Gabe's bedside table.
Gabe grins, nips at Bill's fingertips before pulling off. "Subtle," he says.
"Whatever," Bill replies, unceremoniously shoving a condom at him.
He pushes in slow, lets Bill pull him in with the tight grip of his thighs around Gabe's hips. Once he's inside, Bill's eyes fall shut and he arches and contorts like he's doing some sort of demented, strangely sexy Pilates shit, dark hair fanning out on the pillow. Gabe stills, lets him work through it, and groans when Bill finally opens his eyes and says, "Go."
Everything else falls away as they're fucking, Gabe's attention solely focused on Bill's slender, moon-pale body against the dark blue of his sheets, on the feel of Bill's heels hooked together in the middle of his back. He thrusts fast, hard, knowing that Bill can take it, feeling Bill beg for it with the line of his neck and the curve of his fingers around Gabe's bicep.
The urge to stop everything and look stabs through him again, but right now Gabe needs to move.
Bill is already fisting his cock again, the white of his skin giving way to sex flush as he gets close, so fucking close to too much that it almost hurts to watch him. His mouth drops open on a silent O when he comes, spilling sharp and hot over his belly.
Gabe moans, feeling the pulse of Bill's aftershocks around his dick.
Bill looks up at him, half-lidded eyes dark with satiety, and Gabe just barely chokes out, "Fuck, beautiful," before his hips stutter in their rhythm and he comes hard, buried in Bill's ass.
He drops forward onto his elbows to catch his breath, draping himself across Bill's chest and resting his forehead on Bill's shoulder.
Maybe that's not the best of moves. "Jesus, you're bony."
Bill scoffs. "I am svelte. I think it is you who is bony." He pokes Gabe in the ribs, as if to prove the point.
"Whatever, shorty." He pulls out and wanders off to the bathroom to toss the condom and wash his hands.
Gabe watches Bill toy with the edge of a pillowcase for a moment before he climbs back into bed, letting Bill drag him down with a hand on the back of his neck. He kisses the sweaty hair at Bill's temple and tangles their legs together.
Bill only relaxes into the cuddling for a moment; then he pushes Gabe onto his back, straddles his hips, and says, "Entertain me, Saporta."
"You really are pushy, dude," Gabe says, rolling his eyes.
Bill narrows his eyes, red mouth pouting in mock seriousness. "I think you'll find that you're the one who told me we have all night."
Gabe smiles. "Oh, yeah."
***
Now somebody tell me where I crosspost this thing. Or if I crosspost it. Whatev.
Pairing: Saporta/Beckett
Rating: NC17
Summary: There is nothing about William Beckett that isn't beautiful, and he never looks better than when he's naked in Gabe's bed.
Warnings: None
Notes: So
xylodemon wanted Gabe/Bill porn, and I am still apparently unable to deny her a single blessed thing. This literally woke me up this morning with demanding to be written, so. Porn. 1100 words.There is nothing about William Beckett that isn't beautiful, and he never looks better than when he's naked in Gabe's bed.
Legs that go for years, the graceful curve of lower back, pale skin gleaming like he's lit from within—Jesus, it's almost too much. Gabe ends up just looking because he can't decide where to touch first, so entranced by all the pretty in front of him that his fingers stall at his own belt.
"Gabe, come on," Bill murmurs, startling Gabe's hands back into the action of undoing his jeans.
He smiles easily. "Man, what's your rush? Got all night."
Bill spreads his thighs and turns his head, chin coyly kissing his shoulder, to toss Gabe a heated look. "Don't want all night. Want it now."
"You always say that," Gabe says, pushing his pants down his hips and stepping out of them. "And then you still keep my happy ass up all fucking night."
Bill just huffs a laugh against his folded forearms and wriggles his hips, rubbing against the mattress.
Gabe crawls onto the bed, plants his knees on either side of one of Bill's thighs. "Pushy," he says, reaching out to meditatively stroke the dip in Bill's spine.
"Never," Bill replies, arching up into his touch, his hair moving dark and liquid over his white shoulders.
"You lie like a rug, Beckett." Stretching out over Bill's back, Gabe noses Bill's hair aside to reach the thin, sensitive skin behind his ear. "I don't even know why I put up with you."
Shivering, Bill shifts a little, moving so their mouths are almost touching. "Because I'm gorgeous," he says, the sultry consonants whispering over Gabe's lips.
"Mm," Gabe says. "Now that, at least, is true."
He feels the imprint of Bill's grin against his lips, and both laugh into the kiss, open and easy.
Then Bill's tongue flicks at Gabe's hard palate and everything turns messy and desperate and now, Bill turning over and surging up against Gabe's mouth, Gabe roughly fisting a hand in Bill's hair.
"Jesus," Gabe pants as Bill rolls his hips, dropping his head to swipe his tongue over Bill's collarbone as their dicks drag together.
Bill wraps a long leg around Gabe's hips, presses up against him. "Wanna get fucked," he says, tugging on Gabe's hair so he can push their mouths together again, sucking Gabe's tongue into his mouth. He groans in pleased submission when Gabe's fingers skim his cock and press lower, rubbing dry, gentle circles over his hole.
"Hold up." Gabe rolls over until he's hanging half-off the bed, flailing around for the bottle of lube he's reasonably sure is somewhere under it. "I am a genius!" he declares, triumphant, when he finds it. He feels the loud whisper of blood rushing in his ears as he sits back up.
Bill's touching himself now, one hand curled around his cock, one stroking over the jut of his hipbone. "You are slow," he says, breath hitching as he rubs his thumb over the head.
Gabe forgets what he was doing and stares—again.
Smiling, Bill says, "C'mere." Hand clenched around the sticky bottle, Gabe goes.
He kisses Bill's hip as Bill opens for him, licking around Bill's fingers as Bill presses down on his own hip, leaving a trail of bruises in the shape of his lips. A shiny drop of slick at the tip of Bill's dick practically begs to be tasted, and Gabe moans when Bill stops jacking off long enough to slide two long fingers into Gabe's mouth.
"Yeah, like that," Bill breathes, cock twitching as he bears down on Gabe's fingers, and reaches for the box of rubbers on Gabe's bedside table.
Gabe grins, nips at Bill's fingertips before pulling off. "Subtle," he says.
"Whatever," Bill replies, unceremoniously shoving a condom at him.
He pushes in slow, lets Bill pull him in with the tight grip of his thighs around Gabe's hips. Once he's inside, Bill's eyes fall shut and he arches and contorts like he's doing some sort of demented, strangely sexy Pilates shit, dark hair fanning out on the pillow. Gabe stills, lets him work through it, and groans when Bill finally opens his eyes and says, "Go."
Everything else falls away as they're fucking, Gabe's attention solely focused on Bill's slender, moon-pale body against the dark blue of his sheets, on the feel of Bill's heels hooked together in the middle of his back. He thrusts fast, hard, knowing that Bill can take it, feeling Bill beg for it with the line of his neck and the curve of his fingers around Gabe's bicep.
The urge to stop everything and look stabs through him again, but right now Gabe needs to move.
Bill is already fisting his cock again, the white of his skin giving way to sex flush as he gets close, so fucking close to too much that it almost hurts to watch him. His mouth drops open on a silent O when he comes, spilling sharp and hot over his belly.
Gabe moans, feeling the pulse of Bill's aftershocks around his dick.
Bill looks up at him, half-lidded eyes dark with satiety, and Gabe just barely chokes out, "Fuck, beautiful," before his hips stutter in their rhythm and he comes hard, buried in Bill's ass.
He drops forward onto his elbows to catch his breath, draping himself across Bill's chest and resting his forehead on Bill's shoulder.
Maybe that's not the best of moves. "Jesus, you're bony."
Bill scoffs. "I am svelte. I think it is you who is bony." He pokes Gabe in the ribs, as if to prove the point.
"Whatever, shorty." He pulls out and wanders off to the bathroom to toss the condom and wash his hands.
Gabe watches Bill toy with the edge of a pillowcase for a moment before he climbs back into bed, letting Bill drag him down with a hand on the back of his neck. He kisses the sweaty hair at Bill's temple and tangles their legs together.
Bill only relaxes into the cuddling for a moment; then he pushes Gabe onto his back, straddles his hips, and says, "Entertain me, Saporta."
"You really are pushy, dude," Gabe says, rolling his eyes.
Bill narrows his eyes, red mouth pouting in mock seriousness. "I think you'll find that you're the one who told me we have all night."
Gabe smiles. "Oh, yeah."
