I Can Write It Better Than You Ever Felt It

Beckett’s POV

His hands grabbed my waist tight.

He pushed me up against the wall roughly, and I let out a small gasp.

“Gabe,” I murmured, his breath hitting my neck. I could smell the alcohol still, this was like his second wind or something.

“What baby?” he asked, kissing and biting along my neck.

I threw my head to the side and let out a whine.

I grabbed his waist and crashed mine into his, rubbing up and down slowly.

“God,” Gabe moaned, lust-filled eyes. He looked at me straight. “How much do you want this?”

“S-So badly, you don’t even know,” I whispered.

I grabbed his face and crashed my lips into his. Sucking off Gabe Saporta’s face was in fact quite satisfying.

There was so much tongue and I was moaning enough to be in a porno.

This man’s sexual abilities didn’t even compare to anyone else.

I started to squirm as I felt a warm hand slip down the front of my pants.

“Gabe,” I moaned as he started to stroke me. “Oh God…”

“You like that, Bill, don’t you,” he whispered, nibbling at my ear.

“Mmm…yeah…” my hands crawled up his shirt.

“Oh God, you’re ready,” he muttered.

“Wha…..”

He started to unbutton my pants, pulling them down to my knees.

He kneeled down and pulled down my boxers.

Gabe took the head of my length into his warm mouth.

I let out an excited squeal, feeling him take in more and more and more until he was deep-throating me.

I slammed my hands to the wall, my legs were weak, my whole body was numb.

“G-G-Gabe...” I swallowed, slowly inching down the wall.

I groaned and dropped my loud into his mouth.

He inched back up to me, smashing his lips against mine.

“My God, you taste amazing,” Gabe whispered breathlessly, lips still so tantalizingly close to mine.

I rubbed up against him, feeling his hardened bulge against my thigh.

“C’mon,” he said, pulling me to the bed.

Ryan’s POV

I sat next to Brendon on our bed, crying.

Sure, everyone knew he was drunk. But these people had seen Brendon drunk before, he didn’t say random shit like this.

And this wasn’t random shit…it was real…

Maybe I was just paranoid, I don’t know what it was.

I watched Brendon as he slept, a pained expression on his face.

No, tomorrow I was not going to hold his hand as he puked, make him tea and give him medicine.

I wouldn’t be here.

Tomorrow I would have a day to myself.

I just needed to think about this.

If Brendon couldn’t be mature, then this wasn’t worth it.

I buried my face in my hands and thought about that smiling blonde.