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astro_noms) wrote2011-02-18 02:24 am
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fic: (AV) Five Times Titus and Alex Didn't Have Sex (and One Time They Totally Did) (5/6)
Title: Five Times Titus and Alex Didn't Have Sex (and One Time They Totally Did) (5/6)
Wordcount: 950
Rating: explicit
Pairings: Alex/Titus
Summary: Alex returns the favor. This time without interruptions!
Atomic Vaudeville master post
"This is crazy," Titus laughed as Alex kissed him, sliding the door closed behind her. "If they find us here, they'll—"
"They won't find us," Alex told him, pushing him backward and crawling into his lap. "I made sure, they're in a meeting with Davis and Linus and Gary. Tour stuff."
"What if someone else comes along?" Titus sat up, craning his neck to look out a window.
"Hush," Alex kissed him again and pushed him down, keeping him down with a hand on his chest. "You'd think you didn't want me to do this." Biting her lip, she reached for his belt, cursing as her finger slipped off the belt buckle. "What the fuck is this?" She stared at it, a giant gaudy oval with a rhinestone-studded unicorn on it.
"You don't like it? We got the new merch from the fan contest today." Titus rose up on his elbows, looking down.
"Who the hell designed this thing, a twelve year old girl?" Alex finally got it open and busied herself with the zipper, then yanked Titus' pants down off his hips. She would have taken his underwear with it, too, had he been wearing any. "Following my example, I see," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Good thinking."
Before Titus could answer, she took hold of his cock and stroked it, making Titus fall back with a loud groan, his head thumping against the side of the van.
"You're gonna have to be quiet, if we're gonna do this," Alex told him, leaning down to lick at the head of his cock. He clamped one hand over his mouth and lay down again, quietly this time. He just hoped his compliance would be enough to get Alex to keep doing what she'd started. When she licked along the underside of his cock, he whimpered, biting his lip under his hand, and tried to keep still. When Alex took as much of him in her mouth as she could, and started slowly moving up and down, he couldn't help but thread his fingers through her hair, trying to keep his grip from getting too tight.
He tugged a little harder than before, making Alex lift her head, and swallowed down the impulse to push her head back down.
"You're gonna have to slow down," he panted. "I can't—"
"We don't have a lot of time anyway," Alex said, grinning. "I just want to return the favor from earlier." Her mouth was on him before he could speak, and then he couldn't speak at all. He knew his grip on Alex's hair was tightening, probably too much so, but he couldn't make his fingers relax. Alex did something with her tongue and her fingers that had him arching his back off the floor of the van, and even his teeth clamped over his lower lip weren't enough to prevent the yell from escaping. Alex stilled, pressing her hands down over Titus' hips, and Titus forced himself to not move. In the silence, the only things he could hear were his own heartbeat, thundering in his ears, and Alex's breathing as she held still. There were people outside the van, and Titus froze, listening. Rather than the low-pitched voices of the band managers, though, there was a peal of girlish laughter and the voices retreated, leaving them in silence once again.
Through the brief pause, Alex had kept her mouth on him, and now she started to move again, letting her teeth scrape over him gently on the upstroke. Titus thrust into Alex's mouth, unable to control his hips, and bit down on his hand to muffle the noises he was making. Lifting his head, Titus looked down the length of his body, to see his cock sliding in and out of Alex's mouth, lips stretched around him, hand wrapped around the base, holding him in place. Titus saw that Alex's skirt was rucked up around her waist, her other hand working between her legs, and he groaned at the sight.
Alex moaned, the vibration setting off sparks through Titus' body, pushing him over the edge. He came, bucking up into her mouth again, grabbing her hair, heedless of how hard he was pulling. Alex let him slip out of her mouth and rested her forehead on his thigh, her breath coming hard and fast, and then she stiffened, pressing her mouth to his leg to muffle her moans as she came. They stayed where they were for a while, catching their breath. Finally, Titus reached down for Alex's hand and pulled her up to lie beside him. They curled together, exchanging slow, lazy kisses, until Alex lifted her head off Titus' shoulder.
"We should probably get out of here, before the Daves come back from their meeting."
Loathe as he was to move, Titus nodded and sat up, reaching for his pants. "They'd kill us if they found out we'd desecrated their van," he said, getting dressed.
"Next hotel night, you're rooming with me," Alex told him, leaning in for a kiss before pulling the door open and sliding out of the van. It was dark outside, and Titus sat in the van for a moment, watching Alex walk toward the after-show party, now in full swing. He got out, took one final look in the van for any signs of their presence there, then slid the door shut and followed Alex, making plans for the next hotel night. He wanted to do something special for Alex, to make up for interruptions and quickies in the merch truck and in the van, and he was going to need help. The question was, who was the best person to ask?
Wordcount: 950
Rating: explicit
Pairings: Alex/Titus
Summary: Alex returns the favor. This time without interruptions!
Atomic Vaudeville master post
"This is crazy," Titus laughed as Alex kissed him, sliding the door closed behind her. "If they find us here, they'll—"
"They won't find us," Alex told him, pushing him backward and crawling into his lap. "I made sure, they're in a meeting with Davis and Linus and Gary. Tour stuff."
"What if someone else comes along?" Titus sat up, craning his neck to look out a window.
"Hush," Alex kissed him again and pushed him down, keeping him down with a hand on his chest. "You'd think you didn't want me to do this." Biting her lip, she reached for his belt, cursing as her finger slipped off the belt buckle. "What the fuck is this?" She stared at it, a giant gaudy oval with a rhinestone-studded unicorn on it.
"You don't like it? We got the new merch from the fan contest today." Titus rose up on his elbows, looking down.
"Who the hell designed this thing, a twelve year old girl?" Alex finally got it open and busied herself with the zipper, then yanked Titus' pants down off his hips. She would have taken his underwear with it, too, had he been wearing any. "Following my example, I see," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Good thinking."
Before Titus could answer, she took hold of his cock and stroked it, making Titus fall back with a loud groan, his head thumping against the side of the van.
"You're gonna have to be quiet, if we're gonna do this," Alex told him, leaning down to lick at the head of his cock. He clamped one hand over his mouth and lay down again, quietly this time. He just hoped his compliance would be enough to get Alex to keep doing what she'd started. When she licked along the underside of his cock, he whimpered, biting his lip under his hand, and tried to keep still. When Alex took as much of him in her mouth as she could, and started slowly moving up and down, he couldn't help but thread his fingers through her hair, trying to keep his grip from getting too tight.
He tugged a little harder than before, making Alex lift her head, and swallowed down the impulse to push her head back down.
"You're gonna have to slow down," he panted. "I can't—"
"We don't have a lot of time anyway," Alex said, grinning. "I just want to return the favor from earlier." Her mouth was on him before he could speak, and then he couldn't speak at all. He knew his grip on Alex's hair was tightening, probably too much so, but he couldn't make his fingers relax. Alex did something with her tongue and her fingers that had him arching his back off the floor of the van, and even his teeth clamped over his lower lip weren't enough to prevent the yell from escaping. Alex stilled, pressing her hands down over Titus' hips, and Titus forced himself to not move. In the silence, the only things he could hear were his own heartbeat, thundering in his ears, and Alex's breathing as she held still. There were people outside the van, and Titus froze, listening. Rather than the low-pitched voices of the band managers, though, there was a peal of girlish laughter and the voices retreated, leaving them in silence once again.
Through the brief pause, Alex had kept her mouth on him, and now she started to move again, letting her teeth scrape over him gently on the upstroke. Titus thrust into Alex's mouth, unable to control his hips, and bit down on his hand to muffle the noises he was making. Lifting his head, Titus looked down the length of his body, to see his cock sliding in and out of Alex's mouth, lips stretched around him, hand wrapped around the base, holding him in place. Titus saw that Alex's skirt was rucked up around her waist, her other hand working between her legs, and he groaned at the sight.
Alex moaned, the vibration setting off sparks through Titus' body, pushing him over the edge. He came, bucking up into her mouth again, grabbing her hair, heedless of how hard he was pulling. Alex let him slip out of her mouth and rested her forehead on his thigh, her breath coming hard and fast, and then she stiffened, pressing her mouth to his leg to muffle her moans as she came. They stayed where they were for a while, catching their breath. Finally, Titus reached down for Alex's hand and pulled her up to lie beside him. They curled together, exchanging slow, lazy kisses, until Alex lifted her head off Titus' shoulder.
"We should probably get out of here, before the Daves come back from their meeting."
Loathe as he was to move, Titus nodded and sat up, reaching for his pants. "They'd kill us if they found out we'd desecrated their van," he said, getting dressed.
"Next hotel night, you're rooming with me," Alex told him, leaning in for a kiss before pulling the door open and sliding out of the van. It was dark outside, and Titus sat in the van for a moment, watching Alex walk toward the after-show party, now in full swing. He got out, took one final look in the van for any signs of their presence there, then slid the door shut and followed Alex, making plans for the next hotel night. He wanted to do something special for Alex, to make up for interruptions and quickies in the merch truck and in the van, and he was going to need help. The question was, who was the best person to ask?