shadows_have_offended | [5/13] Now if we're talking body you got a perfect one, so put it on me

"Stay here," he murmurs, grinning against Neil's mouth. "If you move too much you won't be blocking us anymore." Neil's taller than him and he makes a good barrier as Gabriel sort of strokes him through his pants, looking up at him as he does. He feels a little too bold, too giddy with his own daring, and if he stops now he's certain all of that will crash and burn.

He leans up to kiss Neil again.

Neil shivers a little bit. He bites his lip and brings his face back to focus. People are laughing and talking just a few feet away, but nobody's seen to notice them. And Gabriel's right. The less he moves, the less likely it is that someone will notice them.

Plus, Gabriel is kissing him again, and Neil really can't say no to that.

His fingers twitch for a second, and then he gently wraps one arm around Gabriel's shoulders, and lets his other hand trail down under his coat to cup his crotch as well, feeling the shape of him through his pants.

Gabriel tries to hold back a groan as Neil touches him. He pushes against him, rocking into the palm of his hand; he's been excited since the moment his back hit the wall. Maybe a little before that.

There's an illicit thrill in doing this in a sort of public place, and he thinks of all the men he saw dancing together at the club, and he longs for that confidence. Longs for that openness.

Maybe this isn't the best start, but it's something, isn't it? He pulls Neil into another kiss, getting more insistent in his touch, more firm. He wonders if they could get off together just like this. But even as he wonders, his free hand slides down, lightly touching, tugging loose, Neil's belt.

"Gabe," Neil breathes, gasps, against Gabriel's mouth. He shivers a little. The tug on his belt, the breathless need of it all--it aches in him, and makes his cock twitch a bit in his slacks.

He glances over his shoulder one last time, and then, rather urgently, he takes both of Gabriel's hands and drags him gently off to the side. There's a stand of bleachers, half pulled out, and everything's shadowy and secretive underneath them. It's safer, he thinks. Less noticeable. And when he pulls Gabriel under the bleachers, it feels closer and more intimate.

Gabriel moves reluctantly until he sees where Neil is pulling him. He grins and presses close again as soon as they're underneath it, and when he's sure that no one can see them he leans up for another kiss, pulling Neil against him as he does. It's dangerous and illicit and it thrills him in ways it probably shouldn't, like misbehaving with Martin and Connor, but this is better than that.

Once they're concealed, Neil sighs out and kisses Gabriel more intently. Now, without the potential for watchful eyes, Neil relaxes from that nervous tension.

He presses close, and stumble-steps until he finds a wall to lean against. He runs a hand under Gabriel's suit jacket, then back down to where he'd been touching him just moments before. He lets himself relish the shape of Gabriel's cock in his slacks, and the way that Gabriel holds him close.

Gabriel feels on fire in the worst and best ways, and part of him is utterly terrified that they will be discovered, regardless of their hidden spot. Surely someone else would think this was a good idea.

He moaned against Neil's mouth when he felt his hand on his cock and he tried to keep a little quiet, even if the music was plenty loud enough to keep people from hearing them. His hands slide down, intent on Neil's belt and fly again. He wants to feel him without fabric in the way.

Neil feels more than hears the moan. He's too fixated on the touch--the warmth of Gabriel's body through his suit, and Gabriel's hands working at his own suit urgently. He matches him.

Somehow, this is even more spectacular than what they fumbled along together after their first double date together. It thrills in Neil, that Gabriel wants to do this; it thrills that they aren't waiting to get somewhere actually private, as much or more.

His hips jump a little. He tugs at Gabriel's belt as well.

He needs to feel him, that's all he can think about just then. That's all he wants to think about. He moans quietly against Neil's mouth before they part again and he struggles to catch his breath, to try to calm it. His hands tangle with Neil's as they try to get at each other but he finally manages to curl his fingers around Neil's bare cock.

"Fuck," he whispers, voice almost lost against Neil's throat.

Something about the touch emboldens Neil. He lets the touch linger a moment, as he gets Gabriel's pants open all the way, and pushes them down just a little. His shirt almost conceals him, or at least enough that it isn't totally scandalous. It's alluring, really, a temptation. Neil's mouth waters, and he sinks to his knees, despite not wanting to give up the touch.

Gabriel's shorts are still on, but Neil doesn't pause. He leans in, nuzzles at the shape of his cock, grips him at the hips and tries to ground himself to the moment.

Neil's down on his knees before Gabriel can think straight and he can't help the jump of excitement and sort of flashback terror inside him. There's only one person to have ever done this to him, and he struggles to banish the memory of Father Cornelius as Neil nuzzles against him. His fingers tangle in Neil's hair and he keeps his eyes open, afraid he'll see something different if he closes them. There's a difference, though. A wonderful difference: he wants</> this.

Neil looks up, but it's dark enough that it's a bit hard to make anything out but the angle of Gabriel's neck. Something about it just makes Neil's blood boil with want and need.

He keeps nuzzling for a moment, but then he slowly pulls Gabriel's underwear down. He stays there, breathing slowly against him, breathing him in. And, from there, he slowly slides his lips up the shaft, from where Gabriel disappears into the thatch of hair at his crotch to the very tip.

Gabe leans his back into the wall, grateful it's close by, because he's not sure his knees are going to cooperate when he feels Neil's mouth slide over his cock. "Shit," he whimpers, fingers tight in Neil's hair but he's only holding on, not pushing or guiding. "Neil."

There was plenty of noise to drown them out, and so Neil isn't too worried about the noise of Gabriel's gasping voice. If anything, it was terribly thrilling. He has no idea what he's doing, but Gabriel seems to be enjoying it all the same, and so Neil keeps doing what he's doing. His jaw aches a little. He has to pull back more often than he'd like. But he keeps at it.

Gabriel feels delirious and delicious all at once. He moans, head tipped back against the wall as Neil's mouth works over him. He doesn't care how often Neil pulls back because he always goes down again, and for a moment he's worried he's going to fall over.

"Oh, don't stop," he pleads, voice tight as his hips rock towards Neil's mouth, desperate. His orgasm seizes him with an embarrassing suddenness and he tries to choke out a warning but he doesn't really manage any words as he comes, cock still in Neil's mouth.

Neil doesn't stop. He keeps doing the best that he can, even when Gabriel's hips jump forward and nearly choke him. Really, that uncontrollable motion makes Neil moan a little bit.

He does choke a little though when Gabriel starts to come. It's sudden, and the taste foreign when it's fresh and new and never touches the air. Neil wrinkles his nose a little bit, but he does his best to swallow it down. It's not bad, just strange.

"Sorry," he mumbles, dazed for a second. "Sorry, I--" He isn't sure how to finish, though, so he leaves it, the apology dead on his lips but lingering on his face. Gabriel lightly touches Neil's cheek.

"You okay?"

For a moment, Neil isn't sure why Gabriel is apologizing. He cleans him up a bit, pulls back slowly, and looks up at Gabriel from where he's kneeling. His cock aches in his underwear, but he's pretty sure the slightest touch would set him off. Maybe he ought to wait a moment?

"Yeah," he says, voice rough and used. He smooths his hands over Gabriel's hips. "Yeah, I'm good. Are--was that--?"

"Good," he breathed. "Really good." He cracks a delirious grin and he sinks down the wall, slowly, until he's practically in Neil's lap. He wraps his arms around Neil's shoulders and pulls him into a kiss. It feels good to just-- just do what he so desperately wants to.

Neil has to bury his face against Gabriel's shoulder for a moment when he sinks down like that, whimpering a little as the weight of him pins him to the ground and presses up against him obscenely. He breathes, unsteadily, against Gabriel's mouth and can't quite control the hitch of his hips against Gabriel's ass.

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Gabriel kisses him like he needs it to live and he pushes his hips down when he feels Neil rock up against him. "Jesus," he whispers, breathless between them and still dizzy, deliciously so.

He reaches between them, careful as he tries to finish the job of getting Neil's pants loose and his cock out.

Neil shivers, arching into the kisses and trying to figure out where his hands go in all this. It doesn't really help when Gabriel touches him like that, insistent in all the best kinds of ways, a little desperate. That makes Neil shiver too, for entirely different reasons.

"We're going to make a mess," he whispers, but refuses to pull too far away from Gabriel's mouth to say it.

"We won't," he murmurs. He lets go of Neil's cock but just so he can ease back and pat his thigh. "C'mon, stand up." He could push Neil back onto the floor but he doesn't want him to have to explain why he's got dust or anything on the back of his jacket.

"Shit," Neil breathes, laughs. The music thumps around them, the distant, noisy burble of conversation. Neil's already stumbling, swaying to his feet as he complains, "You expect me to be able to stand for this? And stay standing?"

"Lean on the wall," he breathes, turning so he can keep facing Neil as he moves. "I won't let you fall over," he promises, earnest and wanting. His hands gripped Neil's hips tight for a moment, like he meant to prove it.

"God," Neil sighs. It takes some moving, but he manages it. He leans against the wall and sprawls his legs out in front of him, breathing unsteadily as he watches Gabriel. He wants him to want this, and even in the dim light it looks like he does. Still, sometimes he worries. He can't help but worry. So, instead of saying a word of that worry, he threads his fingers slowly into Gabriel's hair.

Gabriel leans into Neil for a second, head against his hip as Neil's fingers tangle in his hair. It's different, it's so different than when he'd ever done this with Noel. He's ashamed of how much he wants it, of how much he aches even though he's already spent himself. In Neil's mouth.

His fingers curl around Neil's cock again and he strokes slowly, just breathing for a second before he leans closer, kissing his way to the tip. His tongue swirls around him briefly before he guides Neil into his mouth with a quiet moan. He closes his eyes as he bobs his head as low as he can.

For a moment, Neil doesn't think he'll last. He's desperate, scorched with need and want. He has to close his eyes in that first moment of blissful wet heat. His hips stay still for now, driven to stillness by the moment of Gabriel touching him like that, using his mouth on him like that.

He lets Gabriel go at his own pace, but only because Neil doesn't want to make an idiot of himself.

Gabriel works up a steady rhythm, bobbing his head slowly at first. He felt like he should try to do it faster, given the slight chance of them being caught. He knows Neil has to be aching for it by now, right? So he moves a little faster, and he strokes what won't fit in his mouth. He's shy of gagging still, remembers how unfortunate it felt when Noel pushed to deep.

But he wants to taste Neil again.

Lucky for them, fast or not, Neil isn't going to last. He whines, a noise that comes out mostly through his nose unfortunately. His heels dig against the ground under them, but his hips don't jump up too much. He can feel his balls getting tight, the ruffle of sensation in his stomach.

"Gabe," he gasps, desperate, the only warning he can really manage in that moment.

Gabriel doesn't mind the barely-there warning; he's not had any at all on some occasions. He moans softly around him, one hand tight on Neil's hip while the other keeps stroking him. He backs off, just a little, only so he won't choke when Neil does come. He swallows, because he's always been told to swallow, and because he'd hate to leave a mess.

Neil squeaks, biting his lip to muffle any other noises. It feels too good, for a moment. Overwhelming and red hot and desperate. For a moment, he floats in that heady feeling. Slowly, everything in him relaxes. He lets his lip go, and lets out a long, contented sigh.

Gabriel pulls back slowly and leans against Neil's hip, just catching his breath. He almost wants to just go to sleep but he knows their dates are waiting for them, and he knows they can't stay under these bleachers forever. He gently tucks Neil back into his shorts and zips and buttons his trousers again.

He gets up carefully, not wanting to fall into Neil.

Neil tries to keep Gabriel close. Now, for different reasons, he's grateful for the shadows and darkness of hiding. Gabriel can't see his face and how much he longs to linger, close and terrified of going back out there. But Gabriel's already standing, and so Neil goes as well, brushing off his hands and then wiping off the seat of his pants.

His voice wobbles on a noise when he tries to speak, and the words die, so he's just left standing there with his mouth slightly open, shame creeping in the edges and driving his chin toward his chest.

Gabriel stays close, close enough to hear the soft sound Neil makes. His fingers curl loosely against Neil's lapels and he doesn't want to go back out there; he's suddenly lost the mood for being at the dance entirely.

But he doesn't want Neil to think he's the reason that he wants to go. "You alright?" he asks, quiet and just for them.

"Yeah." It takes Neil a second to say, but he gets it out. His hands come up and he touches Gabriel's wrists, brushes his thumb on the skin, and breathes out. Patricia's out there, and she probably wants to dance, and that's fine. He ought to be out there too.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need some punch, I think."

Gabriel nods and he eases back, slowly, reluctantly. He wants to kiss Neil again but he just-- he doesn't know what the rules are. He lightly squeezes Neil's hand before he lets go, sort of moving backwards towards the rest of the dance.

Maybe the music will put him back in the mood to dance. Even if it's with Sarah.

[5/13] Now if we're talking body you got a perfect one, so put it on me

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