Thread: pure i m a g i n a t i o n [fics & stuff]

size-2When Gabe was inside of him, Brady forgot that there was such a thing as sorrow. He forgot how to worry. He forgot that they lived in a world so full of danger and sadness that even now none of them understood its purpose. He forgot that he had ever been alone. He forgot about every bad thing that had ever happened to him. He forgot that he was physically broken and emotionally shattered. When Gabe was inside of him, Brady forgot to breathe . For all his kindness and worrying, Gabe could fuck . He was a total beast in the sack as Brady had discovered shortly after they had begun to officially date. If it wasn't against a wall, it was on a coffee table. If they had no viable surface, the detective would simply hoist him into the air and hold him in place. And for someone who had never been with another man and Brady knew these things, he always knew Gabe was frighteningly good at taking charge. It had taken him a few weeks where it would have taken anyone else a few years to discover every little thing that made Brady blush and gasp and moan and beg. By the time they were through, Gabe had always left him sweaty and sated and tired enough to sleep peacefully. But that was just one side of the detective. Brady had always hated foreplay. He hated the idea of having to wait and tease and endure while they could have just gotten to the good part and saved the both of them a lot of time. Sometimes he was too practical, people said. He couldn't very well help it, being who he was. Practicality came with being a bonafide genius. Gabe had granted him many privileges and adjusted himself to suit Brady's personality and needs. But the romantic in him, that well-masked Don Juan, couldn't be totally silenced and it hadn't been very long before he had taken even more initiative. It had started off small. Sometimes it would take longer for Brady to whine at him and get him to stop licking the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Other times Gabe would kiss and grind until Brady was certain he would shoot in his pants. These tiny allowances had slowly escalated into Gabe pinning Brady's wrists down while he left hickeys all over his throat and chest. It still made him blush to recall that one time Gabe had forced him onto his front and groped and smacked his arse-cheeks till they were red and raw. But it wasn't just the foreplay that had changed. Gabe had gone from fucking him into next week to... Well. Gabe called it making love. Brady called it a colossal injustice and coloured pink whenever his boyfriend professed to wanting to do it again. They still fucked. Brady would have gone insane if they didn't fuck. But Gabe was far too fond of taking things slow and Brady could no nothing but lie there and oblige. Every time Gabe pushed into him, all complaints were forgotten and all he could do was open himself up to the older man. He ceased to be just Brady when they were tangled up in this languid dance as old as time. He was Gabe's Brady and that made all the difference. Which was where he found himself tonight. It was early fall and the weather was crisp and chilly but the windows had remained open nevertheless, for the heat in the room was enough to melt anyone. Brady was spread out on a queen-sized bed, the formally immaculate sheets now wrinkled and sticking to his sweaty back. His head was resting comfortably on a plump, cushy pillow and his hair was fanned out around him, wild and blond and damp. He was naked and the light of the moon was casting an almost surreal glow to his pale skin. His legs were spread and bent as they curled around the body currently moving between them. Gabe was thrusting slowly, having propped himself up by his hands which were currently planted on either sides of Brady's body. It was dark in the room, but not quite so dark that they couldn't see each other's faces and Gabe had his blue-grey eyes locked on Brady and refused to budge. Other than his harsh breathing and infrequent low groans, the detective was more or less silent. The same couldn't be said for Brady who was letting forth little gasps and long-drawn out moans whenever Gabe purposefully brushed his prostate with the head of his cock. His boyfriend was no small man and his flesh had to stretch and strain to swallow him down but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't worth it. Gabe was inside of him and Brady had no intentions of letting him go. The two lovers were gazing at each other and they moved as one solid being. Brady swayed in time with his boyfriend's moving hips, pushing and pulling, rising and falling. Ever so often he would lift a hand and trail it down Gabe's toned front, both marveling and admiring the deep indents and ridges of muscle. Gabe had a body to die for and had both women and men alike vying for his attention... but he had chosen Brady. Gabe had chosen Brady. Brady lifted his head and found Gabe leaning in to meet him halfway for a much-desired kiss. Their mouths locked and sealed, lips gliding and rubbing and caressing in perfect harmony. His boyfriend was swallowing down his moans and cries and soon their slick tongues were dancing for dominance. Brady didn't think there could be a loser in a fight such as this. When they finally parted for air, he was very much aware of how much saliva had gathered between their joint mouths and he licked the taste of Gabe off of his lips with a soft whimper. Gabe's eyes narrowed in approval and he moved his lips to the side, gently kissing the flesh just beneath Brady's ear before shifting towards his pale throat. Brady arched automatically to offer the detective better access, quivering at the gentle touch of Gabe's butterfly kisses. Through it all, his boyfriend still rocked with him, driving his cock in deeper and deeper but still not fucking him the way Brady always wanted it. Right now, all he wanted was Gabe and he had Gabe so there was no problem. He could feel the pressure coiling at his belly. Gabe's thrusts were very precise and despite the slowness of their shared rhythm, every movement was hitting home. He was soaked in sweat and trembling beneath his boyfriend's warm body. He needed to come. Dropping his hand from its current position around Gabe's neck, Brady tried to reach for his twitching cock and was stunned to find the detective batting his arm away. He went so far as to drag his hand up and pin it against the pillow, linking their fingers tight and squeezing for good measure. Brady's pale blue eyes widened. I... I want- I'm gonna make you come, Gabe reassured in his husky, deep voice. His pupils were blown wide with arousal but there was a conviction in his gaze that led Brady to believe him. He flopped back down onto the bed with a sigh that turned into a strangled cry as he felt a tongue swipe over his incredibly sensitive nipple. He glanced down with bulging eyes and almost wished he hadn't for he could clearly see and feel his boyfriend rolling the tiny bud between his even teeth. Brady wailed and thrashed, squeezing Gabe's fingers hard enough to crack. His other hand fisted the detective's dark hair as he bucked violently. Nnng...G-Gabe...! he cried, his cock twitching again and again with each practiced swipe of Gabe's tongue. His eyes rolled at the back of his head when his boyfriend moved onto the other. Oh God, he sobbed, the pleasure blinding him into a frightening delirium of no and yes . Gabe's hips began to move faster now and Brady's foot dug into his boyfriend's arse in an attempt to pull him in deeper. Yessss, he wailed helplessly, tugging harshly at the short, brown strands in his fingers, Gabe... Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, he chanted. His boyfriend's only response was to move faster and suck harder until Brady gave a truly tremendous scream and arched so high off of the bed that he looked as though he would float clear into the sky. His cock spurted forth his young life in violent white bursts and his cries were loud and hoarse. The hand that had formally been ripping the hair from Gabe's scalp now clawed down his back in desperation. At last, Gabe released the nipple from his wicked mouth and watched, actually watched him come undone with a look of wonder and amazement on his handsome face. Brady would have felt naked and damn near vulnerable under such watchful eyes but he was too busy losing himself to care. The tight rippling of his arse appeared to shatter Gabe's control and with a helpless groan that was partly muffled into his damp skin, the detective came as well, spilling his seed inside of Brady's hot arse. No condom. Not tonight. For a while, they were nothing but a pair of panting dogs who did their absolute best to get themselves under control. It took some time but Brady found himself wincing right along with Gabe when the detective finally pulled out of him. The stream of come that followed his boyfriend's departure had his eyelids fluttering with hot embarrassment but he was too tired to do anything about it. Brady simply lay there underneath Gabe's furnace of a body, finally coming to his senses once more. His boyfriend was no longer inside of him and the world was what it was again. Gabe didn't say anything for the longest time, nor did he move. Brady was half-curious to see if he would reach for the tissues in order to wipe the both of them clean and was partially surprised to find his big softie of a boyfriend smiling a shy but utterly beautiful smile. He pressed tender kiss after tender kiss to Brady's lips until the blond found himself practically melting into a puddle of ecstatic goo. Every time their mouths met, his stomach tied itself into little knots and sent pleasurable jolts throughout his body that made him feel stupidly happy. With one final kiss to his forehead, Gabe slid off of him. The departure wasn't long-lived as Brady soon found himself being tugged into the warm comfort of his boyfriend's strong arms. He rested his wearied head against Gabe's sweaty chest, finding himself completely soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. Slow and steady, just like their lovemaking. You want me to close the window? Gabe asked quietly while his fingers rubbed soothing patterns into Brady's naked back. Is it too cold? Brady shifted and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's chest. You move, you die. He heard Gabe chuckle softly but was too tired to get a read. He was aware of everything again. The good and the bad but he was slowly beginning to realise that when he was with Gabe, nothing else really mattered. All he had to worry about now was getting to sleep and if he knew his boyfriend which he did he knew he'd be waking up to a hot meal and a kiss. Life wasn't perfect but for the first time in a long time, life was good . size