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fic: (AV) Five Times Titus and Alex Didn't Have Sex (and One Time They Totally Did) (4/6)
Title: Five Times Titus and Alex Didn't Have Sex (and One Time They Totally Did) (4/6)
Wordcount: 1,332
Rating: explicit
Pairings: Alex/Titus
Summary: Sometimes the first available place you pick to hook up isn't the best one.
Atomic Vaudeville master post
The merch trailer was a mess—there were t-shirts scattered everywhere, and the floor was littered with six-eyed rabbit plushies in various sizes.
"Jesus," Alex muttered as she stepped over a pile of Human Robotics Project t-shirts. "It looks like a tornado hit this place."
Titus looked around and shook his head. "I'm not surprised," he said. "Brendon's been doing this alone for a while, since the last two kids left, he just needs some help."
"You think we should find somewhere else?" Alex looked up at him over her shoulder from where she was moving the rabbits out of the way.
Titus stepped in close to put a hand on her waist and turn her to face him. "I'd rather not, if you don't mind," he said, his voice husky. He walked Alex backward until her back was pressed against the wall of the trailer, and slid his hand under her shirt, spreading out his fingers on her back. Alex wrapped a hand around the back of his head and ducked her head to kiss him. Titus surged up on his feet, rising on tiptoes to even the height difference between them. The motion pressed him closer against Alex, and he fisted his free hand in her shirt, stretching the hem out and sliding his other hand underneath.
"Someone's going to see us," Alex whispered into his mouth, but did nothing to stop him. Her body moved against his, a slow sinuous motion that made Titus' breath hitch and his hands tighten on her skin.
Alex ignored the rivets digging into her back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Titus' hands on her. He stepped even closer, pressing himself against her, and she could feel how hard he was. The past few days, they'd been plagued with interruptions and bad timing, and they were both getting desperate. Alex considered for a moment that perhaps this was a hint from the universe, that they were moving too fast. Then Titus slid his thigh between her legs, and Alex decided that the universe could go fuck itself. She needed to get laid, dammit. She was a rock star on tour, and she couldn't even get sex on a regular basis from her boyfriend? Ridiculous.
"You're not allowed to wear these jeans anymore," Titus said through gritted teeth, struggling to unbutton Alex's jeans.
"Aw, but these are my make-you-horny jeans," Alex mock pouted and batted Titus' hands away to undo the button. True, the pants were a bit tight, but she'd seen the way Titus (and others) had ogled her. Once she had the button open, Titus slid the zipper down, pulling the jeans down her legs. When they were down far enough that he could see she wasn't wearing any underwear, he looked up at her, the look in his eyes making Alex shiver.
"You don't need them to make me horny," he said, sliding his hands up her legs.
"Come here," she said, tugging at his shirt, but he shook his head, leaning forward to kiss her thighs, fingers playing at the crease where her legs met her torso, just enough to make her muscles twitch. Instead of rising to his feet, he looked up again and took Alex's hands, tugging her down until she slid to the floor, lying on the dusty flattened boxes littering the floor of the trailer with Titus kneeling over her.
"Titus—" she started, but fell silent when Titus moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them as he leaned forward. He looked up one more time, and Alex held her breath when he dipped his head to give a single long lick, flicking his tongue over her clit. Alex scrabbled for purchase, the boxes slipping out from under her hands and feet as she arched against Titus' mouth. She gave up and flopped back down to the floor, flattening one of her hands over her mouth instead, to muffle her groans.
Titus grinned up at her, then bent down to slowly lick every inch of her skin, dipping his tongue inside her, lapping at her. He held her open with his fingers, his calluses rough over the sensitive skin, the combined sensations leaving Alex shaking and gasping for breath, rocking her hips into his touch. Alex grabbed at his head, fingers scratching at his scalp, making him moan against her, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. As her fingers slipped through his too-short hair, and she lost her hold on him, Titus did something with his tongue and mouth and fingers that made her toes curl. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she threw back her head, body arching off the dusty floor.
When Titus finally let go of her and she could open her eyes without the room spinning, she held out her hand to him.
"Come here," she said, wiggling her fingers, and laughed at the hungry look on Titus' face when he reached out to her. She was about to pull him down to her when a stack of boxes near the door collapsed, leaving a very red-faced Brendon standing there, staring at them with wide eyes.
"Shit," he said, still staring. "I'm... I... I am so sorry," he stuttered out, finally turning around, leaving his back to them. "I'm... I'm just gonna go," he said, but made no move to leave the trailer.
"Yeah, you should probably go," Titus growled, glaring daggers at Brendon's back.
"Right!" Brendon turned to look back at them, then flailed slightly and face the door again. "Sorry, again." Another stack of boxes fell to the floor as he pushed past them on his way out.
Titus glared after him for a moment, then looked down at Alex. "I'm starting to think we're cursed," he said.
"You wanna finish what we started?" Alex grinned up at him, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. "I'm pretty sure Brendon won't be back today, at least not until we tell him it's safe."
"I don't know that I want to risk it," Titus shook his head, his eyes falling shut when Alex let go of his hand and ran her fingers over his cock, straining against his jeans. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, no matter how much he wanted her to continue. "We could try and find somewhere more private?"
"I don't know about you," Alex sat up and reached for her pants, pulling them on, "but I'd really like to fuck you, and soon." She lay back down and wriggled into the jeans, zipping them up. "Maybe we should do like Dave suggested, and just get a room somewhere, even if it's not a hotel night."
"Tell you what," Titus said, getting to his feet and holding his hand out to help her up. "If we don't find anywhere we can be alone, without interruptions, the next motel we pass, we'll get a room."
"I'm gonna hold you to that," Alex said, crowding him against the wall and kissing him.
"If you don't stop that," Titus muttered against her lips, "I'm gonna change my mind and throw you to the floor right here and now."
"I'm totally okay with that," Alex said, pressing her thigh between his legs. "We don't have anything until soundch—"
"Alex! Are you in there? You were supposed to help me with the laundry, don't think you can get out of it!" Teri's voice rang out in the trailer and Alex leaned her forehead against Titus'.
"Or not," she groaned, then pulled back, straightening her shirt and running her fingers through her hair. "I guess I should go. It's laundry day."
"Yeah," Titus breathed, letting his head fall back against the trailer wall. "Go, do laundry. I'm gonna go find some ice and dump it down my pants."
"Poor baby," Alex leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"I'm gonna hold you to that."
Wordcount: 1,332
Rating: explicit
Pairings: Alex/Titus
Summary: Sometimes the first available place you pick to hook up isn't the best one.
Atomic Vaudeville master post
The merch trailer was a mess—there were t-shirts scattered everywhere, and the floor was littered with six-eyed rabbit plushies in various sizes.
"Jesus," Alex muttered as she stepped over a pile of Human Robotics Project t-shirts. "It looks like a tornado hit this place."
Titus looked around and shook his head. "I'm not surprised," he said. "Brendon's been doing this alone for a while, since the last two kids left, he just needs some help."
"You think we should find somewhere else?" Alex looked up at him over her shoulder from where she was moving the rabbits out of the way.
Titus stepped in close to put a hand on her waist and turn her to face him. "I'd rather not, if you don't mind," he said, his voice husky. He walked Alex backward until her back was pressed against the wall of the trailer, and slid his hand under her shirt, spreading out his fingers on her back. Alex wrapped a hand around the back of his head and ducked her head to kiss him. Titus surged up on his feet, rising on tiptoes to even the height difference between them. The motion pressed him closer against Alex, and he fisted his free hand in her shirt, stretching the hem out and sliding his other hand underneath.
"Someone's going to see us," Alex whispered into his mouth, but did nothing to stop him. Her body moved against his, a slow sinuous motion that made Titus' breath hitch and his hands tighten on her skin.
Alex ignored the rivets digging into her back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Titus' hands on her. He stepped even closer, pressing himself against her, and she could feel how hard he was. The past few days, they'd been plagued with interruptions and bad timing, and they were both getting desperate. Alex considered for a moment that perhaps this was a hint from the universe, that they were moving too fast. Then Titus slid his thigh between her legs, and Alex decided that the universe could go fuck itself. She needed to get laid, dammit. She was a rock star on tour, and she couldn't even get sex on a regular basis from her boyfriend? Ridiculous.
"You're not allowed to wear these jeans anymore," Titus said through gritted teeth, struggling to unbutton Alex's jeans.
"Aw, but these are my make-you-horny jeans," Alex mock pouted and batted Titus' hands away to undo the button. True, the pants were a bit tight, but she'd seen the way Titus (and others) had ogled her. Once she had the button open, Titus slid the zipper down, pulling the jeans down her legs. When they were down far enough that he could see she wasn't wearing any underwear, he looked up at her, the look in his eyes making Alex shiver.
"You don't need them to make me horny," he said, sliding his hands up her legs.
"Come here," she said, tugging at his shirt, but he shook his head, leaning forward to kiss her thighs, fingers playing at the crease where her legs met her torso, just enough to make her muscles twitch. Instead of rising to his feet, he looked up again and took Alex's hands, tugging her down until she slid to the floor, lying on the dusty flattened boxes littering the floor of the trailer with Titus kneeling over her.
"Titus—" she started, but fell silent when Titus moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them as he leaned forward. He looked up one more time, and Alex held her breath when he dipped his head to give a single long lick, flicking his tongue over her clit. Alex scrabbled for purchase, the boxes slipping out from under her hands and feet as she arched against Titus' mouth. She gave up and flopped back down to the floor, flattening one of her hands over her mouth instead, to muffle her groans.
Titus grinned up at her, then bent down to slowly lick every inch of her skin, dipping his tongue inside her, lapping at her. He held her open with his fingers, his calluses rough over the sensitive skin, the combined sensations leaving Alex shaking and gasping for breath, rocking her hips into his touch. Alex grabbed at his head, fingers scratching at his scalp, making him moan against her, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. As her fingers slipped through his too-short hair, and she lost her hold on him, Titus did something with his tongue and mouth and fingers that made her toes curl. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she threw back her head, body arching off the dusty floor.
When Titus finally let go of her and she could open her eyes without the room spinning, she held out her hand to him.
"Come here," she said, wiggling her fingers, and laughed at the hungry look on Titus' face when he reached out to her. She was about to pull him down to her when a stack of boxes near the door collapsed, leaving a very red-faced Brendon standing there, staring at them with wide eyes.
"Shit," he said, still staring. "I'm... I... I am so sorry," he stuttered out, finally turning around, leaving his back to them. "I'm... I'm just gonna go," he said, but made no move to leave the trailer.
"Yeah, you should probably go," Titus growled, glaring daggers at Brendon's back.
"Right!" Brendon turned to look back at them, then flailed slightly and face the door again. "Sorry, again." Another stack of boxes fell to the floor as he pushed past them on his way out.
Titus glared after him for a moment, then looked down at Alex. "I'm starting to think we're cursed," he said.
"You wanna finish what we started?" Alex grinned up at him, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. "I'm pretty sure Brendon won't be back today, at least not until we tell him it's safe."
"I don't know that I want to risk it," Titus shook his head, his eyes falling shut when Alex let go of his hand and ran her fingers over his cock, straining against his jeans. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, no matter how much he wanted her to continue. "We could try and find somewhere more private?"
"I don't know about you," Alex sat up and reached for her pants, pulling them on, "but I'd really like to fuck you, and soon." She lay back down and wriggled into the jeans, zipping them up. "Maybe we should do like Dave suggested, and just get a room somewhere, even if it's not a hotel night."
"Tell you what," Titus said, getting to his feet and holding his hand out to help her up. "If we don't find anywhere we can be alone, without interruptions, the next motel we pass, we'll get a room."
"I'm gonna hold you to that," Alex said, crowding him against the wall and kissing him.
"If you don't stop that," Titus muttered against her lips, "I'm gonna change my mind and throw you to the floor right here and now."
"I'm totally okay with that," Alex said, pressing her thigh between his legs. "We don't have anything until soundch—"
"Alex! Are you in there? You were supposed to help me with the laundry, don't think you can get out of it!" Teri's voice rang out in the trailer and Alex leaned her forehead against Titus'.
"Or not," she groaned, then pulled back, straightening her shirt and running her fingers through her hair. "I guess I should go. It's laundry day."
"Yeah," Titus breathed, letting his head fall back against the trailer wall. "Go, do laundry. I'm gonna go find some ice and dump it down my pants."
"Poor baby," Alex leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"I'm gonna hold you to that."