Gamzee stepped inside his house, turning the lights on. He gave a quick glance to the dirty wall clock that hung near the old refrigerator, and guessed that his father was fast asleep. It was pretty late. He had gotten distracted with the pretty city boy, having sat with him for hours after their ride on the horse, smoking and chatting outside the barn until the moon came out and the younger man felt like going to sleep.
He went towards the kitchen and put some water to boil, going to the refrigerator afterwards to grab something to eat before going to bed. He sat at the small table, eating his sandwich slowly and thoughtfully, the memory of Tavros´ lips sucking on his making him blush and put the food down on the table at times. He covered his eyes with his hand, shutting them tightly, swallowing thickly, the memory coming back over and over without him being able to make it go away. He bit his lower lip. It felt so wrong. He had barely even met the boy a couple of days ago and he had already kissed him twice. The first of those kisses being the first kiss he had ever shared with anyone. He chuckled in his own disbelief, shaking his head, his eyes going up to the cross that hung over the door. He was definitely going to hell now. Lust and homosexuality being his primary sins. He frowned deeply, pursing his lips, reminding himself that he never had believed in such stories anyways. Even when he went to church every Sunday along with his family, and heard the priest spit out curses and visions of hell had he believed one word of the passionate fantasy. He wasn´t going to start now. God couldn´t care less if he decided men were his deal. He had more important miracles to be thinking about and doing.
He sighed deeply, his thoughts going back to the tan, built man with the childish smile. He wasn´t able to suppress the urge of biting down on his lips again strongly. He wanted him. God, the boy had clung to his thoughts like a disease the minute he saw him for the first time a few nights back. He felt so attracted to him in every way, he wanted his body, he wanted his laugh, he wanted his stories. He was everything he had never seen before and never knew that wanted. He was the first man that had ever made him feel as if his lungs had forgotten how to expand each time he met his eyes. It was something he thought that only happened in the books his brother used to read and left behind for him to discover. It was something he had already decided could never happen to real people. But there he was, every cell in his body shaking and vibrating with the need of becoming one with the younger man. The need of being his.
He heard the water boiling and stood up to prepare himself some tea. He was careful to not make so much noise as he poured the water and stirred the brown liquid, feeling the loneliness the absolute silence inspired in the room. He wondered for a second if the other man ever thought of him so much like he did.
Tavros opened his eyes slowly, for the first time in what seemed weeks being able to wake up feeling so at peace. He got up immediately, feeling almost eager to go down the stairs and help prepare breakfast, not needing a clock anymore to know the sun was about to rise from how purple the horizon that looking.
He took his clothes and went to the bathroom downstairs, getting ready for the new day as the cold water splashed his face and lifted goose bumps on his refreshed body. Once he was ready he went towards the barn to get some milk for his grandparents, the expectation of seeing Gamzee being present in his head. Two weeks had already gone by since he got to that place, but to him it seemed like it had been a whole month already. He was already used to waking up so early, already used to the soreness of his muscles after a whole day of work and almost felt the burn as if it were a bliss, and was already used to the familiar face of his only helper around there. He was used to the animals and knew their names, he was used to the heat and the intense, cold nights, and was used to the butterflies he felt when he saw Gamzee´s face in the morning, or after a while of forgetting his existence. He smiled to himself as he entered the barn, being able to feel the older man´s punctual presence. He was already busy milking the cows.
-You always beat me to it.- He greeted him with a loud voice, getting closer from behind as Gamzee turned his face to meet his. He always wondered if the man slept any from how early he always was to his job.
-Good Morning. You gotta be faster.- He teased him cheerfully, handing him a bucket filled with the hot fresh milk.
-Thank you.- He said, faking annoyance, taking the container from his pale hands to get it inside the house. He turned around and started walking away, feeling Gamzee´s eyes glued to his back.
He hadn´t had any kind of physical contact with him since their kiss near the secret river. And this thought recurred to Tavros´ mind more times than it should during the day and before he laid his head on the pillow for sleep. He had tried some innocent pecks on the lips since then, when they were sitting alone outside the barn at night, but Gamzee had resisted, beginning to talk about random unimportant things as Tavros tried to get closer, or standing up to light a cigarette when he could have done it while sitting beside him. He was trying to put some distance between them. And Tavros was beginning to get frustrated.
He poured the milk on a pot and lighted the fire to boil it, hearing his grandfather washing himself inside the bathroom upstairs. He knew Gamzee wanted him. He could feel it from the way he looked at him with his hooded eyes at times, and could feel it from the tension that settled between them when they were alone and silence took over momentarily. He also knew he wasn´t mad at him, since he had been confiding in him more often now, and treated him like a good friend. And then he remembered where he was, and who he was, and remembered the uncomfortable questions he had made to Gamzee when he had just gotten from the city. The imprudent questions about his past experiences.
He stirred the pot as he came to a conclusion: Gamzee was scared. And he couldn´t blame him. He was scared to know where his little experimenting would go, and was afraid of everything that Tavros represented. He probably had never kissed a man before, and it was even more possible that he had never been involved in a romantic relationship. He pursed his lips and nodded slightly, as if that action proved that his speculations were right. He had to understand that he wasn´t in the damned city were sex was a hobby and love was overrated. Gamzee hadn´t been taught that way.
But he still was set on proving him that he meant no harm, and letting him know that he could trust him. Because the sexual fantasies that took over his imagination when he was alone in his room and pleasured himself weren´t getting rid of the desire for human contact. They were making it worse. They were pushing Tavros to feel the need to see Gamzee moaning and pleading under his weight, to see him covered in blush and sweat, to hear his sweet, husky voice echoing from the bedsprings and telling him how he wanted it. He bit hard on his lips, the memory of his own fantasies waking an accidental arousal. He didn´t know anymore if it was the fact that he was the only potential sexual partner miles around, or it was the fact that he was incredibly attractive to him, but he needed his body and his resistance was driving him crazy. He lifted his gaze and saw him through the window as he got out of the barn, finding his strong gaze and waving at him innocently with a bright smile.
Both young men were busy the whole day, Gamzee´s warning about work being a never ending quality of the farm-life being more accurate than Tavros would have wanted it to be. But the younger man found himself unable to whine about it anymore. He knew it was not his call to decide if it was going to be a tough day or not. Sometimes he wondered how his grandfather always had a job for them to do, no matter how clear it was at first sight that everything that needed doing was already done. But he always surprised them with a new task that he was not able to foresee. That day he had decided to tell the guys to get started in painting the house from the outside, being a pale yellow the chosen color. They had finished the first coat successfully, and were planning on applying the second coat the next day. Gamzee had told him he had never had as much work before, being 4 or 5 PM his usual time to leave for his house. He also told him he suspected that the older man was taking advantage of the extra help as he had stated previously, to do every renovation he had wanted to make over the lonely years. Tavros had laughed amused at that, hoping it wasn´t wearing the other man out. It wasn´t fair for him to be stuck in there well after bed time, even more now that he wondered if his grandfather had had the decency of rising his payment a bit.
He rubbed his hands on his pants, watching not very surprised as his painted hands stayed the same. He inhaled the night air deeply in his lungs, taking in some smoke from Gamzee´s cigarette as well by accident. He looked to the side to see him sitting there, smoking thoughtfully as he looked into the black sky littered with hundreds of tiny lights. He smiled faintly as he tried to save the scene deeply into his brain, wishing to remember it just like he was living it: The peaceful silence pierced by the deafening tune of desolation. The warm and now familiar smell of tobacco, a tinge of wet dirt and animals increasing the purity of the scent. Gamzee´s handsome face looking at him as he noticed he was staring, a toothy grin spreading on his face just as he wondered what he was thinking. He would give anything to save that image in his head. Would give anything to be able to remember it vividly once he was old and no one was beside him to see him die from decrepitude.
-Whatcha thinkin´ about?- He asked softly, the white smoke leaving his lips and nostrils to lift into the air and get lost in the immensity. Tavros shook his head, as if meaning to say he didn´t know.
-I´m kinda cold.- He responded instead, wrapping his arms around himself to sound more convincing. Gamzee threw the remains of his cigarette to the dirt, and stepped on it to put it out safely.
-You´re gonna leave?- He asked a bit disappointed, assuming he would want to get some rest inside his warm bed on the third floor. But Tavros shook his head.
-No. I want to stay with you a little longer. Let´s go inside.- He offered, meaning the barn next to them. Gamzee turned to look at the building, nodding shortly after and standing up to get inside. The body heat of the animals kept the place warm, and the light bulb far up in the ceiling gave the place a faint orange glow that seemed to soothe and relax upon contact. Tavros closed the wide doors behind him and followed Gamzee, who took the chance to take a peek at how the cows were doing. –They´re sleeping.- Tavros whispered behind him, stating the obvious as the creatures snored lightly. Gamzee nodded as his gaze lingered on them a little longer, to then turn around to look for a place to sit at. He stopped as he found himself almost bumping into Tavros´ stare. He chuckled a little surprised, and waited for the other to move and fetch a seat as well. But he did not move as he fixed his eyes on his firmly.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the way those half lidded, big brown eyes burned into his skull made him choke on his own words. He let out a quiet, low, involuntary squeak instead. He felt his breath inch closer, and his fingertips take hold of his face, and soon he felt his full lips press against his in a kiss that made his legs quiver and his stomach drop to the floor. He was able to feel his nose rubbing against his face, and was able to feel the way his hot breath rose goose bumps over his cold flesh; feeling his lips molding and pressing and parting slightly to melt his insides like hot butter. His lips tasted so good. Tasted so sweet and salty and wrong and naughty, and were so warm and moist he felt like he was going to faint from how good he felt against his mouth.
And the kiss he was receiving was so slow and deliberate, was so hot and delicious he found himself tugging at his grown-out mohawk with his slender, long fingers, and groaning in his throat faintly. He felt Tavros´ tongue press against the roof of his mouth and wrap itself around his, and he barely even noticed the intruding hand that felt him up until it grabbed a handful of ass that made him gasp into the other´s mouth from embarrassment.
The older man broke the kiss to look at him surprised, the strong hand still gripping his bottom to rub and feel its round shape over his old jeans. Gamzee felt the flush increase as the other´s hand decided to creep up his back again, watching the amused little smile Tavros was showing off on his reddened lips. He observed those lips a second more before they were too close to see them anymore, being able to feel them pressing against his once again, cold saliva meeting his own and making a pleasant shiver shake his insides.
This time he tried to keep track of the hands that were now touching him slowly, feeling them run through his dark hair, feeling them massage his shoulders for a second before going down his flat chest, feeling them grip his sides and then find themselves on his protruding hip bones, his thumbs rubbing and toying with the rim of his jeans. He felt one hand leave his hips to suddenly find a place over his body again before he could miss it, cupping his half hard cock over the thick fabric. He let out a loud groan, this one being louder than the last and he broke the kiss again to look down with quizzical eyes.
-Shh…- Tavros made sure to tell him to keep quiet, pressing his hand roughly against the man´s intimacy, making him hiss through his teeth and try to close his legs as he gripped his shoulders firmly and found a place to hide his face against the crook of his neck.
-W-wait…- But Tavros pressed again, massaging and feeling his penis getting harder than before, and feeling his hot, moist breathing against his neck and his vocal chords pleading for it to stop and to never end at the same time.
Gamzee gripped both of his shoulders as he felt him tug at his pants, feeling the jerk of the button being undone, and hearing the loud rip of the zipper go all the way down. He felt the other´s hands pull the old jeans down along with the worn out boxers, the clothing pooling at his feet after the noiseless fall. He heard the other gasp a bit before letting his fingertips glide over his length slowly and leave burning streaks of heat where his skin had caressed his. He expected a more direct contact as his cock twitched in expectation, but soon he heard another zipper being undone and heard the soft thud of fabric hitting the ground. Gamzee lifted his face from where he was hiding it on Tavros´ neck and dared to take a peek at what was going on below his waist. He was able to see Tavros´ half hard penis just before his own, the younger man´s hand guiding the tip until it caressed Gamzee´s length. Both men groaned with the pleasurable contact, and Gamzee bucked his hips forward involuntarily. –Fuck…- He whispered softly, biting his lips as a thousand thoughts raced through his mind to then be silenced completely as Tavros griped his dick along with his own to press them together with his strong hand. –Oh, God..!- He bucked forwards, nails digging on the other´s shoulders, his breath hissing through his teeth as the wave of pleasure seized his body.
Tavros griped the base of both members tightly, slowly sliding his hand up until he reached the tips, to then slide back down in such a deliberate manner that had Gamzee groaning with difficulty from the lack of air in his lugs and made him raise the pitch in his voice to the point in which Tavros didn´t recognize the husky voice hiding behind it.
-How does it feel?- He murmured, pressing his lips against the long neck before him, feeling the wild speed of his heartbeat pumping against his lips. He was able to feel Gamzee swallowing thickly, to then nod hastily. He took that as a positive answer, and smiled before biting down on the sensitive skin of his pale neck carefully.
He began to pump slowly and rhythmically, feeling the vibration of Gamzee´s moaning under his lips as he kissed his throat, feeling his nails dig deep into his shoulders before gripping his shoulder blades firmly with slender fingers. He let his free hand grip his white ass again, feeling as he tensed his muscles with each thrust he gave forward into Tavros´ hand and cock. He removed his hand from his ass for a moment to lick his fingers and moist them with saliva, to then place them back on his bottom and massage his entrance before pushing in a finger inside those tight walls.
-Tavros!- He gasped his name as he felt the intrusion, tensing his whole body and looking for those full lips for a kiss. Tavros´ hand job was gaining a vertiginous speed, ripping loud moans from both mouths as they kissed, filling the quiet air with the dirty sound of skin hitting skin, making the older man see electric lights behind his tightly closed lids and feel shivers travel his body that shook him violently like lightning. Tavros could feel Gamzee nearing his orgasm as his high pitched moans came with more volume and incoherence, and as he held on to him tightly as if that was the only thing preventing his thin body from falling to the ground due to his shaking legs.
The tight muscle walls around his digit were closing and dilating with each wave of pleasure as he pushed it knuckle deep and masturbated both members roughly and rapidly, Gamzee´s voice echoing in his eardrums and giving him goose bumps from how sexy it sounded as he rapidly asphyxiated with the overwhelming pleasure, feeling his own body get washed over and over with waves of blessed warmth and cold that disoriented him and guided him towards the climax. And he felt those walls close tight around his finger and felt Gamzee´s nails rip the skin of his tanned back, and felt his thin frame tense and shake under the merciful jolt of pleasure of his orgasm as he cried out a loud moan that woke the animals. He felt warm liquid spill over his hand and soon he came along, splattering more semen over his own hand as he grunted his orgasm and heard his own pulse in his ears.
Gamzee let go of his tight grip over Tavros, feeling his hands numb from the strength with which he had been holding on to him. He was panting hardly and felt sweat run down from his brow to his jaw, his heart racing inside his chest and pounding in his ears and temples. He saw Tavros give him a huge, satisfied grin despite the scratches now decorating his back. The animals stirred from the light and the noise. He smiled back to him lazily, getting close once more to his sweaty, tired body to let his head rest over Tavros´ shoulder and close his eyes to catch his breath. There was silence except for the animal´s curious investigation and the slow recovery of their normal breathing.
sorry for taking so long on all the fics Im doing here have some sssmut what
Im also gonna try to fix some errors on previous chapter, it seems the doc manager eats the spaces for some reason
EDIT- okay I´ve been bitchin with this thing and I officially give up I do not know how to work this website I am sorry for the inconveniences of the parragraphs not being spaced enough BUT THIS THING AHHHH sorry i tried and failed but thumbs up for the horizontal line thingy