Title: When you laugh
M/M
Rating: R/NC-17
Word count: 3766
Warnings/Kinks: Slight orgasm denial/teasing, tickling, sexual situations.
Summary: Gray doesn’t like to be ignored, but he thinks he knows how he can get some attention.
A/N: This was for my lovely friend who likes tickling too. Originally it was written with two certain superheroes in mind, but I changed it so that I could post it here. My friend beta’d for me because she is wonderful and perfect, a goddess of writing that makes everyone feel comfortable and encouraged, no matter what porn they like. <3 Everyone thank her.
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For Gray, the only thing worse than sitting still is being ignored. There is only so much of it he can deal with, especially if the person ignoring him is someone he’s interested in. The fact is that he is -very- interested in Alvin.
At the moment, unfortunately, Alvin is very interested in his laptop. His younger partner is laying on the bed (Gray’s bed, ignoring him in his *own* bed, the *indignity* of it all-) , feet crossed at the ankles, stomach pressed to the sheets. Alvin’s eyes are glued to the screen as his fingers fly over the keyboard, the clack and tap of keys the only sound in the still room.
And any time Gray tries to speak...
“Al-”
“Shh.”
“Oh, come on, A-”
“Sh.”
It’s driving him a little nuts, to be honest. Especially because his adorable, ridiculously stern lover is just so fun to bug. When Gray speaks while Alvin is working, it makes Alvin’s brows furrow in this adorable little crinkle, his lips thinning in a way that makes Gray want to roll him over and kiss him senseless. If Alvin doesn’t want to be bothered, he should really make it less appealing.
Also, it doesn’t help that Alvin is down to black sleeping shorts and the black socks that basically form a second skin. They are... fascinating.
Gray hums softly as he moves to the bed, sliding casually to the end and sitting himself there, just to watch Alvin tense a little. Alvin’s toes curl in the socks.
“That’s way too cute.” Gray mumbles, only to have Alvin twist his head to whip a frown at him. “Sorry- shh- I know. I’ll be a paragon of silence.” Apparently pleased with that, Alvin goes back to his work.
“It’s only-” Another moment of tension, and Gray’s words send tightness down Alvin’s body in a discernible line. Gray can’t stop himself from sliding his hand up, drawing his fingertips down Alvin’s spine, over the curve of his ass, teasing over his thigh and all the way down to the top of those black socks. “Last night, I was -very- interesting, wasn’t I?”
Undoubtedly, Alvin is thinking about last night. Thinking about being tossed on the sheets and *thoroughly* molested. Thinking, maybe, about warm lips tracing over his hips and then -down- to even funner places, thinking vividly enough to evoke phantom -feelings-. Maybe -- just maybe -- memories to finally catch his lovely lover's attention. “Just out of curiosity,” Gray whispers, starting to run his fingertips back up the opposite way. “I was wondering if you could tell me what changed.”
If it had been anyone else, Gray would be tackled to the bed by now. Definitely. But it’s Alvin, little Al, his boy-toy, the master of zen and self denial; so instead it gets him a heaping serving of dry rebuttal.
“Last night I wasn’t doing important work.” Alvin says, curtly.
Gray is supposed to be above pouting petulantly, but Alvin was also supposed to be broken by now. Pouting is apparently easier than getting Alvin riled up.
“Last night,” Gray mumbles, crossing his arms and setting to make Alvin feel bad by radiating hurt. “you weren’t a stick in the mud. I can’t say I approve of this change, Al, especially after having gone through all that effort to solve for X.” To be a little more difficult to ignore, Gray stands up and straddles Alvin’s calves. Alvin grunts. “Do you even remember last night? It was amazing. You laughed, you cried, you screamed my name so loud the neighbors complained. Ringing any fond memorial bells?”
“I remember being pleased, yes. But that was last night. Coincidentally, last night was the time that I was supposed to have all this work done.” Alvin’s fingers flick across key shortcuts, saving his document, and Gray wonders if he’s winning ground or not.
“Last night you -smiled- Al. Today you won’t even look at me, you just tell me to be quiet-”
“Which you aren’t listening to, to be fair.” Alvin is back to working.
“It’s not easy to be quiet, Al.” Gray says, solemnly, which wins him a disbelieving scoff from the other end of the bed. “No, really, it’s very difficult. Here, how about I make you a bet.”
“Hm?” Alvin is obviously humoring him as he dots i’s and crosses t’s.
“You stay totally quiet for the next fifteen, and I’ll stop bugging you. I’ll go get us lunch. Deal?”
“Deal.” Alvin hardly seems to think it over. Obviously he’s noting that it has been exceedingly easy to ignore Gray up until now. “You know I’m going to send you all the way over to the other end of town for calzones, right?”
“Oh, indubitably.” Gray says, and he shifts a little in his spot, watching the digital read on his beside clock. “Timer starts now.”
There’s a little silence for a while, and Gray hums quietly, distracting himself with the things around his room. The clothes still strewn around the floor from their nightly escapades, still crumpled and left exactly where they should be- as far out of mind as possible. Alvin’s pants are there, twisted around a spreader bar that he should probably put away. People could think things, totally correct things. Totally consensual things that drive Alvin crazy. He almost reaches down for it, but his fingers know better. Alvin would be able to tell in a second that he was going for it, and besides, there are far easier ways to drive Alvin up the wall.
This way is almost more fun, or at least that’s what he can’t help but think as he lets his fingertips run lightly at the edge of Alvin’s socks. Alvin’s reaction is immediate, and Gray almost has difficulty keeping himself from crowing. Somehow, as Alvin fights the urge to wiggle under him, Gray decides that slowly inching the socks away is a far better reward than making a single peep.
“Don’t these bug you, Al?” Gray asks, nearly *coos* as the socks dangle from Alvin’s feet, just barely clinging on. “You know, keeping your feet all trapped?” Gently, gently, his fingertips spider down Alvin’s arch and lightly play with those toes. Alvin’s reaction is electric, his whole body tensing and keeping what obviously wants to be a harsh jerk down to a single sharp twitch. Squeezing his thighs around Alvin’s calves, keeping Alvin where he wants him; it shouldn’t be so damn easy. But it is, perfectly easy, just like walking his fingers back up Alvin’s cute little arch is.
“Don’t laugh, Alvin.” He hears himself whisper; feeling Alvin tremble under him as he lightly rubs the pads of his fingers just under his heel. Alvin’s skin is sensitive and soft, a delight to play with, something that surprises him considering just how calloused they should be. “Do you take care of these?” His thumb skims up, circling Alvin’s heel, and he looks back to watch.
Alvin’s face is pressed into the pillow, his knuckles white as he holds to the sheets with one hand and clamps to the headboard with the other. His lover’s body is entirely tense, prickled from top to bottom with adorable goosebumps that Gray wants to run his tongue over. Lavish. Gray can see the sweat sliding down Alvin’s body as he tries not to move, tries not to twitch, tries not to laugh. The definition in his muscle in that moment, the hard anticipation in his barely trembling thighs- It’s so good it hurts. He wants to climb up Alvin’s body and kiss away the blush parading down his shoulders, tell him that he looks so *good* like this, that he doesn’t need to be embarrassed- ..Why, is he embarrassed?
Is it solely (heh it’s a pun) , because he’s ticklish, or is it.. something else?
“You keep them nice for me.” Gray doesn’t have to be the world’s greatest detective to know that he’s right, not when Alvin is chewing at his lower lip and blushing all the way down to his neck. For a moment, Gray is spun back to the night before. He remembers pausing after handcuffing Alvin to the bed frame for another night, Alvin distracting him by wrapping his legs around his waist.
( “Shouldn’t you do something about these?” “You do have nice legs, lover, but I was sort of heading to a different part of your anatomy.” )
“Alvin,” Gray whispers softly, carefully holding Alvin’s ankles because Alvin looks like he wants to squirm away and hide under the bed. “Did you want to give me a foot job last night?”
Now that he thinks about it, there are *plenty* of times Alvin has flaunted his tootsies for him, stemming way back from the first time he’d given his lover a playful post wrestle foot massage.
Oh.
“Al...” Gray’s voice is soft as he lightly runs his thumbnail down Alvin’s arch. “Does this turn you on?”
“Nh.” It’s more of a whimper than anything, and Gray can feel Alvin trembling under him. “I...”
“Not an answer, love.” Gray is prodding, but he’s still trying to be cautious. Al needs to be encouraged more than chastised, after all. While he keeps his voice gentle, he spiders his fingers down to the pad of Alvin’s foot, splaying to curl and tease under his toes. He's rewarded with Alvin almost bucking him off of the *bed*. Gray makes his touches lighter, wiggling those toes until he can feel Alvin sort of grinding his hips into the sheets. “You know I like to make you happy, right Al? More than anything else in the world?”
Alvin swallows, wriggles a little on the mattress.
“You know what I like more, though?” For a moment, Gray pauses, wondering if he’s going to go too far... Instinct reigns though, and he carefully brings Alvin’s arch to his lips, kissing and sucking, teasing up and down. “When you laugh.”
Kissing under Alvin’s curled toes is like breaking a dam, and it’s worth nearly being kicked to have the flow of Alvin’s breathless laughter spilling from behind him.
“Oh god, oh god, Gray-” The words barely have time to appear before they’re washed away by cute little giggles, helpless hiccups as Gray’s teeth run lightly over his skin. He tongues a little, and Alvin makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a squeal. “What-”
“Tongue,” Gray answers sweetly, humming his way back up to Alvin’s heel. “I’m pretty sure you liked it *last night*.”
“T-that was different! It was applied to my -mouth- which is-” Alvin’s sentence spills into a sound very much like a baby elephant would make when Gray reaches back to goose the back of his knees. Al *curses*, in fact, which is more of a treat for Gray than the whipped topping they'd played with last night.
“Where else are you ticklish, Al?”
“N-nowhere of consequence!” The tail end of the sentence ends up in an ‘oof’ as Gray hefts him up, rolls him over, and sits again.
“Liar liar, pants on fire.” Gray croons, cracking his knuckles before wiggling his fingers ominously over Alvin’s bare skin. He decides to just run his fingers over the available area, his fingers teasing letters of the alphabet up from Alvin’s knees. Gray would like to say he's better than a salivating cartoon wolf, but Alvin’s thighs do this delectable *twitch* when he ghosts the letter “e” there.
“Oh-” Another *curse*, a *thick* one this time and Gray can’t ignore bait like that. Alvin’s lips are parted and there’s a dark flush running down from his chest, his hair is mussed, he's pulling at the sheets- his lover looks like something out of a porno as he tries desperately not to laugh. Gray counts the number of times Alvin’s stomach flutters as he teases up to Alvin’s hips, meticulous fingers brushing in quick sweeps along the seams of Alvin’s sleep shorts.
It’s too much, Alvin looking like this, reacting to his touch, panting and smiling and being beautiful- like Alvins should be all the time. Gray finds himself muffling his own moan, angling himself a bit so that he can help himself out. He would feel a bit guilty about *using* his lover like this, pressing his erection against Alvin’s calf and rutting there, if Alvin didn’t *groan* for it.
Alvin *groans* and Gray is lost, restraint left behind as he pushes himself up and kisses Alvin hard. He lets his fingers fly up, too, wiggling and rubbing into Alvin’s sides so that he can feel Alvin smile into the kiss. It’s intoxicating, it’s addictive, and he’s afraid he’d want it forever if it wasn’t going to get him accidentally kneed between the legs.
“Careful,” Gray whispers, snorting softly. “I know how much you like that part of me.” It’s all he can give himself time to say when he’d rather be sucking and kissing at Alvin’s throat, making his lover moan like something that’s never moaned before. Alvin writhes and whimpers and Gray can feel himself slicking his briefs up with precum, a reality that makes his mouth dry and his lips more adventurous, teeth skimming lightly over the column of Alvin’s pale neck.
“You really like this.” He can hear the delight and awe in his voice, but it's *justified*. His lover is so open and wanting, a rare treat that dazzles and leaves him breathless. It’s a little like torture to separate their bodies, but it’s well worth it to brush his fingertips down to the waistband of Al’s shorts. The shivers Al makes, the *sounds* he makes. “When I touch, does it go all the way down here, Al?” He sneaks Alvin’s shorts down a little with one hand, and walks the other's fingertips lightly down the soft trail of hair just under his lover’s navel.
“Oh-” The way Alvin whimpers makes his cock ache, and he can feel Alvin tremble under him. Al is still trying not to laugh, and Gray hums softly, loving just how stubborn and sweet Alvin is. “How often has something like this made you hard, Alvin? I mean, I used to pin you and tickle you all the *time* when we were just friends, right?”
Oh, that gets a twist and a *twitch*, which is so delicious that Gray has to swallow thickly. He wants it again, wants to see Alvin’s cock jerk as it tents Alvin’s pretty red briefs.
Slowly, he pulls Alvin’s shorts and briefs out of the way, letting them tumble off the edge of the bed to god knows where. That isn’t important now, and he snorts softly at how Alvin tries to watch where they go, like knowing will be some kind of “get out of tickles free” card.
“Eyes over here, Al.” Gray coos, crawling back up over so that he can tickle at Alvin’s hips. The reaction is immediate, Alvin’s hips bounce and he squeaks, trying to shy away from the touch. “Too much pressure?” Gray fans his fingers before holding those hips, his thumbs tracing the bowls there. “I know what you might like, in that case.”
Excruciatingly slowly, he teasingly drags the point of one finger in soft figure eights from one hip bone to the other, the tip of his nail lightly scratching over and under Alvin’s navel. It gets another moan, and Gray isn’t surprised, holding him carefully when he bucks. Soon enough Alvin is *painfully* hard, and Gray smirks as he tightens the eight, eventually swapping to teasing the outline of Alvin’s twitching cock.
“It’s hard isn’t it?” Gray lets that sentence in itself be a taunt, enough to make Alvin groan. “My girlfriend Cori used to do this to me, make me lay on the bed and trace like this until I was achingly hard. She knew how difficult it was for me to be still, and how bad I’d want to touch her when she let me go.”
Al is a voyeur above all else, and undoubtedly he’s imagining too Cori. He'd seen Al eying her up when they used to hang together, and it's easy to see that Alvin is remembering her golden skin, sharp nails, long red hair, and strength enough to keep any wriggling body still.
He slides his fingertip up, stroking around and around the head of Alvin’s cock and smearing precum there in soft little touches. It’s too hard not to lean in and watch Alvin jump for it, so Gray doesn’t keep himself from it. His lips are a hairsbreadth away as he tickles the pad of his finger from tip to base, tip to base, listening to Alvin’s breath catch.
“I loved it. But you know what I loved more, lover?” Light little touches all the way back up, tickling his corona and then rubbing over the slit. Alvin is lost, melted into the sheets, a panting, sighing mess that occasionally perks into a smile and a little hiccup. “Her lips.”
There’s no point in warning Alvin much more than that when Alvin reacts so wonderfully to surprises. It’s hard not to smile wickedly as he parts his lips and steals the head of Alvin’s cock into his mouth, tongue fluttering as Alvin gasps out his name like he’s on fire.
He hums just to make Alvin whine, and gets a rebellious *push* from Alvin’s hips in response. Gray isn’t surprised; in fact, he’s pleased, grinning even though his mouth is almost full. He takes Alvin as far as he’s able, working his head, relishing the slick sound as he drags Alvin’s knees to rest on his shoulders.
“Oh lover, I like it when you get bossy.” There’s no need to say it -- Alvin can see it in his eyes, and he growls for it and groans as he pushes harder. Gray takes the snaps of those hips in stride, tilting his head and panting through his nose, nuzzling it through the neat hair at Alvin’s groin.
“Ah-*ah*-” Alvin is so close to coming that Gray wants to coo, delighted that he’s been able to keep Alvin on edge just so. Anyone else would have come by now, but not Al. Al is a little soldier, willing to sit and take any kind of punishment until his own fantasies break him. “Gray- please, Gray-”
Gray is close too, even though he usually has trouble coming to orgasm unless someone is doing it for him. Thankfully, he’s not proud enough to keep himself from sliding them down, moving so that he can rut against the edge of the bed. Alvin’s reactions make him so wild, the sight of that wriggling, gasping body; muscles tense with so much *feeling* - *good*, *honest*, feeling-- steals his inhibitions completely. Not that Gray had many in the first place.
He’s sucking so hard he thinks he’ll be hoarse until morning, but it isn’t enough. Something so boring isn’t *fair* to get his lover off with, and he knows above all that he wants to keep him open, wants to have this be an orgasm he won’t forget.
With Alvin so distracted, it should be easy to surprise him again.
He strokes one hand from Alvin’s hip up his leg, tracing the twitching muscle there, feeling him strain until his fingers are curling around his ankle. Alvin mewls softly as Gray turns the suck into something shallower, to bring his devilish -- if he does say so himself -- tongue into play. It’s only when Alvin is completely distracted by the swirling tip of his tongue that his nails start to poke happily up and down Alvin’s arch.
To say that Alvin is destroyed wouldn’t be fair to his master plan. Alvin is *obliterated*, a gasping pile of moans intermingled with laughter. Bringing the other hand back into the fray, teasing under Al’s toes, has Alvin bucking and swearing like something unholy. It’s not easy to keep up with Alvin when he's acting like a bronco, but Gray is flexible for more than just fitness. He keeps up.
“Nh-*ah* *fuck*-” But then Alvin is crooning when Gray slides up, sucking in earnest at his tip while his fingers tease his heel. “N-nah- *Gray*-” The word trails into a giggle, making it sound more like “Gray-eeeee!” than anything Alvin would usually call him. Gray instantly wants to hear it again, so he slicks his tongue under the head of Alvin’s cock and flicks *just so*.
The reaction is immediate, and Alvin is coming into his mouth harder and quicker than Gray could have ever expected. He hears himself moan before he registers making the noise, the friction of the bed and Alvin’s desperate gasp of his name completely ruining Gray’s underwear and possibly also the sheets. He slips his fingers up, tickling anywhere he has purchase, until Alvin is a giggling mass of exhaustion splayed over the sheets, completely spent and soft in Gray’s mouth.
It’s a bit of a taunt to pull away with a slurp this wet, but Gray thinks he deserves a treat after swallowing everything up. His mouth is bruised in just the right way, and his body aches pleasantly from the neck down.
Alvin doesn’t protest when he curls against him, big spoon to his lover’s little one. Gray can smell the orgasm on him, taste the pleasure coming off him in waves.
“Job well done?” He can’t help but ask, his fingers curling at Alvin’s hips to drag him even closer. As close as humanly possible.
“Nh.” Alvin says, his hips still trying to shy away. He seems incapable of dredging up any praise, which makes Gray pout a little. At least, until Gray can curl up and whisper into Alvin’s ear.
“You’re sure you don’t have anything to say?” He asks, his breath warm and teasing against the skin. Another non-committal sound, and Gray grins like a cat that’s got the cream, his fingers fluttering over Alvin’s hips. “You do know you’re ten times more sensitive after orgasm, don’t you, Al?”
Alvin tenses, his whole body going rigid with a sharp intake of nervous breath.
“It was so good I couldn’t see straight.” Alvin answers, finally, and wiggles when Gray grins like a shark against the back of his neck. “If you tickle me post-orgasm, I’m going to end you.”
“With affection?” Gray teases, though he ends up gasping when Alvin slides his palm between them, squeezing hard at Gray’s cock.
“Something like that.” Alvin answers, and settles down to sleep.
They both know he won’t be sleeping for long.
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More author notes: First time posting a story here, first time coming out publicly with -anything- I've written that was fetish related. Some positive encouragement would be keen because I'm so nervous about doing this haha. I'm hoping to post more of the things I've written, but I'm still a bit shy. I have some M/F, F/F, and more M/M that I'm tinkering away with, so if I get a positive response I might share more. ATM I'm working on a Harley Quinn/ Poison Ivy story that I hope will please the friend I wrote this for. If she doesn't mind, I'll share it here too!
M/M
Rating: R/NC-17
Word count: 3766
Warnings/Kinks: Slight orgasm denial/teasing, tickling, sexual situations.
Summary: Gray doesn’t like to be ignored, but he thinks he knows how he can get some attention.
A/N: This was for my lovely friend who likes tickling too. Originally it was written with two certain superheroes in mind, but I changed it so that I could post it here. My friend beta’d for me because she is wonderful and perfect, a goddess of writing that makes everyone feel comfortable and encouraged, no matter what porn they like. <3 Everyone thank her.
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For Gray, the only thing worse than sitting still is being ignored. There is only so much of it he can deal with, especially if the person ignoring him is someone he’s interested in. The fact is that he is -very- interested in Alvin.
At the moment, unfortunately, Alvin is very interested in his laptop. His younger partner is laying on the bed (Gray’s bed, ignoring him in his *own* bed, the *indignity* of it all-) , feet crossed at the ankles, stomach pressed to the sheets. Alvin’s eyes are glued to the screen as his fingers fly over the keyboard, the clack and tap of keys the only sound in the still room.
And any time Gray tries to speak...
“Al-”
“Shh.”
“Oh, come on, A-”
“Sh.”
It’s driving him a little nuts, to be honest. Especially because his adorable, ridiculously stern lover is just so fun to bug. When Gray speaks while Alvin is working, it makes Alvin’s brows furrow in this adorable little crinkle, his lips thinning in a way that makes Gray want to roll him over and kiss him senseless. If Alvin doesn’t want to be bothered, he should really make it less appealing.
Also, it doesn’t help that Alvin is down to black sleeping shorts and the black socks that basically form a second skin. They are... fascinating.
Gray hums softly as he moves to the bed, sliding casually to the end and sitting himself there, just to watch Alvin tense a little. Alvin’s toes curl in the socks.
“That’s way too cute.” Gray mumbles, only to have Alvin twist his head to whip a frown at him. “Sorry- shh- I know. I’ll be a paragon of silence.” Apparently pleased with that, Alvin goes back to his work.
“It’s only-” Another moment of tension, and Gray’s words send tightness down Alvin’s body in a discernible line. Gray can’t stop himself from sliding his hand up, drawing his fingertips down Alvin’s spine, over the curve of his ass, teasing over his thigh and all the way down to the top of those black socks. “Last night, I was -very- interesting, wasn’t I?”
Undoubtedly, Alvin is thinking about last night. Thinking about being tossed on the sheets and *thoroughly* molested. Thinking, maybe, about warm lips tracing over his hips and then -down- to even funner places, thinking vividly enough to evoke phantom -feelings-. Maybe -- just maybe -- memories to finally catch his lovely lover's attention. “Just out of curiosity,” Gray whispers, starting to run his fingertips back up the opposite way. “I was wondering if you could tell me what changed.”
If it had been anyone else, Gray would be tackled to the bed by now. Definitely. But it’s Alvin, little Al, his boy-toy, the master of zen and self denial; so instead it gets him a heaping serving of dry rebuttal.
“Last night I wasn’t doing important work.” Alvin says, curtly.
Gray is supposed to be above pouting petulantly, but Alvin was also supposed to be broken by now. Pouting is apparently easier than getting Alvin riled up.
“Last night,” Gray mumbles, crossing his arms and setting to make Alvin feel bad by radiating hurt. “you weren’t a stick in the mud. I can’t say I approve of this change, Al, especially after having gone through all that effort to solve for X.” To be a little more difficult to ignore, Gray stands up and straddles Alvin’s calves. Alvin grunts. “Do you even remember last night? It was amazing. You laughed, you cried, you screamed my name so loud the neighbors complained. Ringing any fond memorial bells?”
“I remember being pleased, yes. But that was last night. Coincidentally, last night was the time that I was supposed to have all this work done.” Alvin’s fingers flick across key shortcuts, saving his document, and Gray wonders if he’s winning ground or not.
“Last night you -smiled- Al. Today you won’t even look at me, you just tell me to be quiet-”
“Which you aren’t listening to, to be fair.” Alvin is back to working.
“It’s not easy to be quiet, Al.” Gray says, solemnly, which wins him a disbelieving scoff from the other end of the bed. “No, really, it’s very difficult. Here, how about I make you a bet.”
“Hm?” Alvin is obviously humoring him as he dots i’s and crosses t’s.
“You stay totally quiet for the next fifteen, and I’ll stop bugging you. I’ll go get us lunch. Deal?”
“Deal.” Alvin hardly seems to think it over. Obviously he’s noting that it has been exceedingly easy to ignore Gray up until now. “You know I’m going to send you all the way over to the other end of town for calzones, right?”
“Oh, indubitably.” Gray says, and he shifts a little in his spot, watching the digital read on his beside clock. “Timer starts now.”
There’s a little silence for a while, and Gray hums quietly, distracting himself with the things around his room. The clothes still strewn around the floor from their nightly escapades, still crumpled and left exactly where they should be- as far out of mind as possible. Alvin’s pants are there, twisted around a spreader bar that he should probably put away. People could think things, totally correct things. Totally consensual things that drive Alvin crazy. He almost reaches down for it, but his fingers know better. Alvin would be able to tell in a second that he was going for it, and besides, there are far easier ways to drive Alvin up the wall.
This way is almost more fun, or at least that’s what he can’t help but think as he lets his fingertips run lightly at the edge of Alvin’s socks. Alvin’s reaction is immediate, and Gray almost has difficulty keeping himself from crowing. Somehow, as Alvin fights the urge to wiggle under him, Gray decides that slowly inching the socks away is a far better reward than making a single peep.
“Don’t these bug you, Al?” Gray asks, nearly *coos* as the socks dangle from Alvin’s feet, just barely clinging on. “You know, keeping your feet all trapped?” Gently, gently, his fingertips spider down Alvin’s arch and lightly play with those toes. Alvin’s reaction is electric, his whole body tensing and keeping what obviously wants to be a harsh jerk down to a single sharp twitch. Squeezing his thighs around Alvin’s calves, keeping Alvin where he wants him; it shouldn’t be so damn easy. But it is, perfectly easy, just like walking his fingers back up Alvin’s cute little arch is.
“Don’t laugh, Alvin.” He hears himself whisper; feeling Alvin tremble under him as he lightly rubs the pads of his fingers just under his heel. Alvin’s skin is sensitive and soft, a delight to play with, something that surprises him considering just how calloused they should be. “Do you take care of these?” His thumb skims up, circling Alvin’s heel, and he looks back to watch.
Alvin’s face is pressed into the pillow, his knuckles white as he holds to the sheets with one hand and clamps to the headboard with the other. His lover’s body is entirely tense, prickled from top to bottom with adorable goosebumps that Gray wants to run his tongue over. Lavish. Gray can see the sweat sliding down Alvin’s body as he tries not to move, tries not to twitch, tries not to laugh. The definition in his muscle in that moment, the hard anticipation in his barely trembling thighs- It’s so good it hurts. He wants to climb up Alvin’s body and kiss away the blush parading down his shoulders, tell him that he looks so *good* like this, that he doesn’t need to be embarrassed- ..Why, is he embarrassed?
Is it solely (heh it’s a pun) , because he’s ticklish, or is it.. something else?
“You keep them nice for me.” Gray doesn’t have to be the world’s greatest detective to know that he’s right, not when Alvin is chewing at his lower lip and blushing all the way down to his neck. For a moment, Gray is spun back to the night before. He remembers pausing after handcuffing Alvin to the bed frame for another night, Alvin distracting him by wrapping his legs around his waist.
( “Shouldn’t you do something about these?” “You do have nice legs, lover, but I was sort of heading to a different part of your anatomy.” )
“Alvin,” Gray whispers softly, carefully holding Alvin’s ankles because Alvin looks like he wants to squirm away and hide under the bed. “Did you want to give me a foot job last night?”
Now that he thinks about it, there are *plenty* of times Alvin has flaunted his tootsies for him, stemming way back from the first time he’d given his lover a playful post wrestle foot massage.
Oh.
“Al...” Gray’s voice is soft as he lightly runs his thumbnail down Alvin’s arch. “Does this turn you on?”
“Nh.” It’s more of a whimper than anything, and Gray can feel Alvin trembling under him. “I...”
“Not an answer, love.” Gray is prodding, but he’s still trying to be cautious. Al needs to be encouraged more than chastised, after all. While he keeps his voice gentle, he spiders his fingers down to the pad of Alvin’s foot, splaying to curl and tease under his toes. He's rewarded with Alvin almost bucking him off of the *bed*. Gray makes his touches lighter, wiggling those toes until he can feel Alvin sort of grinding his hips into the sheets. “You know I like to make you happy, right Al? More than anything else in the world?”
Alvin swallows, wriggles a little on the mattress.
“You know what I like more, though?” For a moment, Gray pauses, wondering if he’s going to go too far... Instinct reigns though, and he carefully brings Alvin’s arch to his lips, kissing and sucking, teasing up and down. “When you laugh.”
Kissing under Alvin’s curled toes is like breaking a dam, and it’s worth nearly being kicked to have the flow of Alvin’s breathless laughter spilling from behind him.
“Oh god, oh god, Gray-” The words barely have time to appear before they’re washed away by cute little giggles, helpless hiccups as Gray’s teeth run lightly over his skin. He tongues a little, and Alvin makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a squeal. “What-”
“Tongue,” Gray answers sweetly, humming his way back up to Alvin’s heel. “I’m pretty sure you liked it *last night*.”
“T-that was different! It was applied to my -mouth- which is-” Alvin’s sentence spills into a sound very much like a baby elephant would make when Gray reaches back to goose the back of his knees. Al *curses*, in fact, which is more of a treat for Gray than the whipped topping they'd played with last night.
“Where else are you ticklish, Al?”
“N-nowhere of consequence!” The tail end of the sentence ends up in an ‘oof’ as Gray hefts him up, rolls him over, and sits again.
“Liar liar, pants on fire.” Gray croons, cracking his knuckles before wiggling his fingers ominously over Alvin’s bare skin. He decides to just run his fingers over the available area, his fingers teasing letters of the alphabet up from Alvin’s knees. Gray would like to say he's better than a salivating cartoon wolf, but Alvin’s thighs do this delectable *twitch* when he ghosts the letter “e” there.
“Oh-” Another *curse*, a *thick* one this time and Gray can’t ignore bait like that. Alvin’s lips are parted and there’s a dark flush running down from his chest, his hair is mussed, he's pulling at the sheets- his lover looks like something out of a porno as he tries desperately not to laugh. Gray counts the number of times Alvin’s stomach flutters as he teases up to Alvin’s hips, meticulous fingers brushing in quick sweeps along the seams of Alvin’s sleep shorts.
It’s too much, Alvin looking like this, reacting to his touch, panting and smiling and being beautiful- like Alvins should be all the time. Gray finds himself muffling his own moan, angling himself a bit so that he can help himself out. He would feel a bit guilty about *using* his lover like this, pressing his erection against Alvin’s calf and rutting there, if Alvin didn’t *groan* for it.
Alvin *groans* and Gray is lost, restraint left behind as he pushes himself up and kisses Alvin hard. He lets his fingers fly up, too, wiggling and rubbing into Alvin’s sides so that he can feel Alvin smile into the kiss. It’s intoxicating, it’s addictive, and he’s afraid he’d want it forever if it wasn’t going to get him accidentally kneed between the legs.
“Careful,” Gray whispers, snorting softly. “I know how much you like that part of me.” It’s all he can give himself time to say when he’d rather be sucking and kissing at Alvin’s throat, making his lover moan like something that’s never moaned before. Alvin writhes and whimpers and Gray can feel himself slicking his briefs up with precum, a reality that makes his mouth dry and his lips more adventurous, teeth skimming lightly over the column of Alvin’s pale neck.
“You really like this.” He can hear the delight and awe in his voice, but it's *justified*. His lover is so open and wanting, a rare treat that dazzles and leaves him breathless. It’s a little like torture to separate their bodies, but it’s well worth it to brush his fingertips down to the waistband of Al’s shorts. The shivers Al makes, the *sounds* he makes. “When I touch, does it go all the way down here, Al?” He sneaks Alvin’s shorts down a little with one hand, and walks the other's fingertips lightly down the soft trail of hair just under his lover’s navel.
“Oh-” The way Alvin whimpers makes his cock ache, and he can feel Alvin tremble under him. Al is still trying not to laugh, and Gray hums softly, loving just how stubborn and sweet Alvin is. “How often has something like this made you hard, Alvin? I mean, I used to pin you and tickle you all the *time* when we were just friends, right?”
Oh, that gets a twist and a *twitch*, which is so delicious that Gray has to swallow thickly. He wants it again, wants to see Alvin’s cock jerk as it tents Alvin’s pretty red briefs.
Slowly, he pulls Alvin’s shorts and briefs out of the way, letting them tumble off the edge of the bed to god knows where. That isn’t important now, and he snorts softly at how Alvin tries to watch where they go, like knowing will be some kind of “get out of tickles free” card.
“Eyes over here, Al.” Gray coos, crawling back up over so that he can tickle at Alvin’s hips. The reaction is immediate, Alvin’s hips bounce and he squeaks, trying to shy away from the touch. “Too much pressure?” Gray fans his fingers before holding those hips, his thumbs tracing the bowls there. “I know what you might like, in that case.”
Excruciatingly slowly, he teasingly drags the point of one finger in soft figure eights from one hip bone to the other, the tip of his nail lightly scratching over and under Alvin’s navel. It gets another moan, and Gray isn’t surprised, holding him carefully when he bucks. Soon enough Alvin is *painfully* hard, and Gray smirks as he tightens the eight, eventually swapping to teasing the outline of Alvin’s twitching cock.
“It’s hard isn’t it?” Gray lets that sentence in itself be a taunt, enough to make Alvin groan. “My girlfriend Cori used to do this to me, make me lay on the bed and trace like this until I was achingly hard. She knew how difficult it was for me to be still, and how bad I’d want to touch her when she let me go.”
Al is a voyeur above all else, and undoubtedly he’s imagining too Cori. He'd seen Al eying her up when they used to hang together, and it's easy to see that Alvin is remembering her golden skin, sharp nails, long red hair, and strength enough to keep any wriggling body still.
He slides his fingertip up, stroking around and around the head of Alvin’s cock and smearing precum there in soft little touches. It’s too hard not to lean in and watch Alvin jump for it, so Gray doesn’t keep himself from it. His lips are a hairsbreadth away as he tickles the pad of his finger from tip to base, tip to base, listening to Alvin’s breath catch.
“I loved it. But you know what I loved more, lover?” Light little touches all the way back up, tickling his corona and then rubbing over the slit. Alvin is lost, melted into the sheets, a panting, sighing mess that occasionally perks into a smile and a little hiccup. “Her lips.”
There’s no point in warning Alvin much more than that when Alvin reacts so wonderfully to surprises. It’s hard not to smile wickedly as he parts his lips and steals the head of Alvin’s cock into his mouth, tongue fluttering as Alvin gasps out his name like he’s on fire.
He hums just to make Alvin whine, and gets a rebellious *push* from Alvin’s hips in response. Gray isn’t surprised; in fact, he’s pleased, grinning even though his mouth is almost full. He takes Alvin as far as he’s able, working his head, relishing the slick sound as he drags Alvin’s knees to rest on his shoulders.
“Oh lover, I like it when you get bossy.” There’s no need to say it -- Alvin can see it in his eyes, and he growls for it and groans as he pushes harder. Gray takes the snaps of those hips in stride, tilting his head and panting through his nose, nuzzling it through the neat hair at Alvin’s groin.
“Ah-*ah*-” Alvin is so close to coming that Gray wants to coo, delighted that he’s been able to keep Alvin on edge just so. Anyone else would have come by now, but not Al. Al is a little soldier, willing to sit and take any kind of punishment until his own fantasies break him. “Gray- please, Gray-”
Gray is close too, even though he usually has trouble coming to orgasm unless someone is doing it for him. Thankfully, he’s not proud enough to keep himself from sliding them down, moving so that he can rut against the edge of the bed. Alvin’s reactions make him so wild, the sight of that wriggling, gasping body; muscles tense with so much *feeling* - *good*, *honest*, feeling-- steals his inhibitions completely. Not that Gray had many in the first place.
He’s sucking so hard he thinks he’ll be hoarse until morning, but it isn’t enough. Something so boring isn’t *fair* to get his lover off with, and he knows above all that he wants to keep him open, wants to have this be an orgasm he won’t forget.
With Alvin so distracted, it should be easy to surprise him again.
He strokes one hand from Alvin’s hip up his leg, tracing the twitching muscle there, feeling him strain until his fingers are curling around his ankle. Alvin mewls softly as Gray turns the suck into something shallower, to bring his devilish -- if he does say so himself -- tongue into play. It’s only when Alvin is completely distracted by the swirling tip of his tongue that his nails start to poke happily up and down Alvin’s arch.
To say that Alvin is destroyed wouldn’t be fair to his master plan. Alvin is *obliterated*, a gasping pile of moans intermingled with laughter. Bringing the other hand back into the fray, teasing under Al’s toes, has Alvin bucking and swearing like something unholy. It’s not easy to keep up with Alvin when he's acting like a bronco, but Gray is flexible for more than just fitness. He keeps up.
“Nh-*ah* *fuck*-” But then Alvin is crooning when Gray slides up, sucking in earnest at his tip while his fingers tease his heel. “N-nah- *Gray*-” The word trails into a giggle, making it sound more like “Gray-eeeee!” than anything Alvin would usually call him. Gray instantly wants to hear it again, so he slicks his tongue under the head of Alvin’s cock and flicks *just so*.
The reaction is immediate, and Alvin is coming into his mouth harder and quicker than Gray could have ever expected. He hears himself moan before he registers making the noise, the friction of the bed and Alvin’s desperate gasp of his name completely ruining Gray’s underwear and possibly also the sheets. He slips his fingers up, tickling anywhere he has purchase, until Alvin is a giggling mass of exhaustion splayed over the sheets, completely spent and soft in Gray’s mouth.
It’s a bit of a taunt to pull away with a slurp this wet, but Gray thinks he deserves a treat after swallowing everything up. His mouth is bruised in just the right way, and his body aches pleasantly from the neck down.
Alvin doesn’t protest when he curls against him, big spoon to his lover’s little one. Gray can smell the orgasm on him, taste the pleasure coming off him in waves.
“Job well done?” He can’t help but ask, his fingers curling at Alvin’s hips to drag him even closer. As close as humanly possible.
“Nh.” Alvin says, his hips still trying to shy away. He seems incapable of dredging up any praise, which makes Gray pout a little. At least, until Gray can curl up and whisper into Alvin’s ear.
“You’re sure you don’t have anything to say?” He asks, his breath warm and teasing against the skin. Another non-committal sound, and Gray grins like a cat that’s got the cream, his fingers fluttering over Alvin’s hips. “You do know you’re ten times more sensitive after orgasm, don’t you, Al?”
Alvin tenses, his whole body going rigid with a sharp intake of nervous breath.
“It was so good I couldn’t see straight.” Alvin answers, finally, and wiggles when Gray grins like a shark against the back of his neck. “If you tickle me post-orgasm, I’m going to end you.”
“With affection?” Gray teases, though he ends up gasping when Alvin slides his palm between them, squeezing hard at Gray’s cock.
“Something like that.” Alvin answers, and settles down to sleep.
They both know he won’t be sleeping for long.
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More author notes: First time posting a story here, first time coming out publicly with -anything- I've written that was fetish related. Some positive encouragement would be keen because I'm so nervous about doing this haha. I'm hoping to post more of the things I've written, but I'm still a bit shy. I have some M/F, F/F, and more M/M that I'm tinkering away with, so if I get a positive response I might share more. ATM I'm working on a Harley Quinn/ Poison Ivy story that I hope will please the friend I wrote this for. If she doesn't mind, I'll share it here too!
