beautiful insanity (ink_on_the_page) wrote in sticksnstrings, @ 2009-02-15 10:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: t_usual_suspect, fandom: cobra starship, fandom: gym class heroes, fandom: mcr, fandom: p!atd, fandom: tai |
FIC: Where Ever I Go
Title: Where Ever I Go
Author: ink_on_the_page
Rating: I suppose it qualifies as NC17
Fandom: Bandom: Cobra Starship, Bandom: Gym Class Heroes, Bandom: My Chemical Romance, Bandom: Panic at the Disco, Bandom: The Academy Is…
Characters/pairings: Gabe/Alicia/Mikey, Gabe/Travis, Gabe/William, Gabe/Spencer
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is just for fun. Suing me for money is about as productive an exercise as squeezing blood from a stone. I do not condone any illegal activities that may be written about in my fiction, nor do I partake in any of these activities personally. This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. If you got here by googling yourself or someone you know, for the love of my sanity, hit the back button or DON'T TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.
Summary: Gabe’s a leaf on the wind, in his own way. Home is wherever his loved ones are. He just has a lot of loved ones.
Warning: polyamory? Open relationships? Do those things need warnings…
Prompt: Rambunctious Boy by John Fogerty
Word count: 2176
Betas: akire_yta, lisaroquin, miserylovesme, rawkenr0ll, stephanometra
Author's note: Written for sticksnstrings to the song Rambunctuous Boy by John Fogerty. I immediately thought that this song was just so Gabe when I listened to it the first time, and this story was the result. It Really needs to be taken in the spirit that everyone knows about everyone else, and it’s not at all meant to be seen as any form of cheating or anything else. Polyamory, in a lot of ways.
This set of the lyrics really stuck with me. I mean it just. Dug into my brain and would. Not. Let. Go.
I'm a rambunctious boy
Rambunctious boy
Oh my I'm a restless guy
Got a home everywhere I go
~*~
Gabe shouldered his backpack and slid his gaze over the bunk one last time. He'd be back in just a few weeks, sure, but leaving something behind was nothing but a big pain in the ass. Shit left in the bunk was usually the shit that he used the most often. Besides, they were actually hiring in professional cleaners this time, and he didn't really think anyone needed to find his Sidekick, headphones, or his jack-off lube.
Once he was satisfied that he hadn't forgotten anything, Gabe headed for the front of the bus and some much needed downtime. It wasn't like he didn't love touring; he sure as fuck did. It was a soul deep need to feel the hot, harsh spotlights on him, hear the screaming of fans in front of him and his band behind him, and to know that all he had to do was cock his hip and he could have hundreds of frenzied responses. Going from city to city, country to country, left him with an endorphin rush like no other.
That didn't change the fact that it was hard work, between appearances, signings, sound checks, practice, and never really knowing where the hell you were. Add in that this tour had been fraught with a ridiculous number of colds, flus, and various other illnesses, and Gabe was ready to take a break. Preferably with his favorite people, ones that he didn't see on a daily basis. New scenery was always a plus.
A cab ride with Gabe’s favorite kind of cabbie—the kind that kept his mouth shut—and he was home. Well, New Jersey-home; the place where he inevitably crashed when he was in this neck of the woods. “Honey, I’m home!” he called letting himself in with the key he’d been given a long time ago, and dropped his duffle to the floor.
“Fucker, you should have texted,” called back a delighted voice, and a moment later, Alicia turned the corner. She gave Gabe a smile and kept walking until she’d plastered herself up against him. “You managed to cheat yourself out of a car make-out session,” she whispered before tugging his head down to hers.
Gabe wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her as they kissed. Her body felt absolutely fucking fabulous against his, and it had been far, far too long. “It was more fun to surprise,” he whispered when they broke apart for air. “Where’s your husband?”
“Enjoying the view.” Mikey’s sardonic voice came from over by the stairs and both of them turned to see him standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of loose flannel pants. Gabe felt his body twitch in response to both Mikey’s tone and the visible proof of just how much he had been enjoying watching Gabe molest his wife.
“Glad I could oblige, then,” he said easily, setting Alicia back on her feet. She immediately grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairs. As soon as they were in range, Mikey grabbed Gabe and kissed him hard. It was all teeth and nips and sharp edges, and Gabe loved every fucking minute of it.
“Upstairs. Bed. Now,” Alicia demanded as Gabe’s hand slid under the waistband of Mikey’s pants. “Bed, where there’s lube and condoms and lots of room for the two of you to worship me as I deserve.”
The two men broke apart and looked down at her. “Worship you? I’m the one that hasn’t been home in months,” Gabe whined playfully. “Shouldn’t I be the one being worshipped?”
Alicia smirked and turned on her heel, headed up the stairs. “Not if you expect to come tonight, Gabriel. We got a new cock ring to try out, too.”
Mikey laughed at the speed with which Gabe followed Alicia.
~&~
“I think you get a new tatt every time we’re apart just so that I have to do this,” Gabe remarked, his fingers, lips, and tongue tracing over every line of the inked in colors on Travie’s skin. “Not that I’m complaining, but it makes it hard for a guy to keep up.”
Travis chuckled, stretched out and comfortable on the bed. “I’ll never tell,” he rumbled, low and deep in his chest.
Gabe loved the sound of Travis’s voice after they’d fucked, all growls and throaty and deep. He made it his personal mission to hear it as many times as possible whenever he made it back to New York. “Fine, be all mysterious and shit. See if I care.” He swirled his tongue around a letter and grinned at Travis’ low gasp.
“I will, thanks,” Travis managed, spreading his legs a little wider to accommodate Gabe’s body between them. Gabe loved, absolutely fucking loved, being draped across Travis like this. It meant he could feel every twitch and shudder underneath him, and he could tell which spots made Travis react more. Like that one. Oooh, Travis definitely liked that one.
“Or is it just that tattoos make skin that much more sensitive?” he asked, and nipped gently at Travie’s collarbone.
All he got was a groan in response, and Gabe had to grin. Every time he came home to New York, it was the same, an easy, comfortable routine that he loved. Whichever one of them made it back first made sure that either the air conditioner or the heater was running, and then started cooking.
Once the other half of the pair made it back, there would be eating, gossiping (they both knew it for what it was, neither one was ashamed), maybe a movie or some Gossip Girl, and then someone would peel their shirt off. It was predictable, easy, and neither of them minded in the slightest.
They’d been back for a couple days, now, hiding like a pair of hermits and talking to no one but each other. Travis left tomorrow afternoon, starting a short Midwest-Southwest tour before GCH headed out on Warped again, and Gabe headed out tomorrow night, going to Europe with the rest of the Cobras.
Right now, though, they had only each other to worry about. Gabe’s mouth slid down over Travis’s ribcage, across his navel, and over a hipbone. Time only for each other.
~&~
what time does ur flight land gabriel?
Gabe smiled at his phone. 930 dear william will i have an escort he texted back one handed, stirring his ice cream idly with the other.
didn’t intend on hiring one but i might be persuaded.
Only the knowledge that everyone else on the bus was asleep kept Gabe from laughing outright. Trust William to be alert enough to be snarky at 1 in the morning. Gabe felt like he was swimming through a fog. u r no fun.
bet I can change your mi nd. see u tmrrow.
Gabe grinned and sent back a ridiculous series of smiley faces, less than threes, and x’s and o’s before flipping his Sidekick closed. He took a bite of half melted ice cream and leaned his head back as it slid down his throat. They had a miraculous three days off before they had to be at their next venue, and William had made sure Gabe knew he was in Chicago for a little while. Gabe had taken the hint and booked himself a flight.
He continued to stare at the ceiling, only lifting his head for bites of ice cream, idly wondering about all of the things William might be planning to prove that he was plenty of fun. The list was long and varied, and by the time He’d finished his ice cream, he was sufficiently interested in finding his bunk with the benefit of the privacy curtain.
~
“I see you decided not to hire an escort after all. Does this mean that you have decided to show me just how much fun you can be?” Gabe asked, coming to a stop in front of William. He really didn’t have to ask the question, as William was smirking at him, one hip cocked, arms crossed over his chest. Skintight jeans encased his legs, and an equally tight tee shirt stretched over his chest. Not unusual clothing for William Beckett, but the posture plus the clothes told Gabe everything he needed—or wanted—to know.
“When have I ever turned down the chance to make you beg for something, Gabriel?” William murmured. “Any checked bags?”
Gabe grinned. “Alex and Ryland lost a bet, so they’re doing my laundry while I’m away. What you see is what you get.”
“Good. I would hate to waste any time.” William turned on his heel and headed outside, leaving Gabe to follow in his wake, appreciative of the rear view.
The drive home was short, which was fortunate for Gabe, who was thoroughly becoming distracted by William. It wasn’t like he was doing anything overly provocative. Nothing out of the norm, anyway. It’s what he was saying that was driving Gabe insane.
William Beckett had a dirty fucking mouth.
By the time they were inside, Gabe’s jeans were incredibly uncomfortable, and all he wanted to do was peel off William’s painted on clothes. His hands were underneath the tee shirt even before the latch was secure, his mouth on William’s neck. “Fuckin’ missed you, Bill,” he whispered, nipping a little at the spot he knew drove William insane.
“Missed you, too, Gabriel,” William groaned, letting his head fall back against Gabe’s shoulder. “Missed having you home.”
Gabe grinned against William’s neck and worked his fingers under the waistband of William’s jeans. “Then let’s make the most of the time that I am.”
~&~
If anyone had told Gabe three years ago that his home in Las Vegas would be with Spencer Smith, he would have laughed in their face and then asked them for some of the drugs they had to be taking. Three years ago, Spencer Smith had looked like a bitchy female, the kind Gabe generally avoided like the plague.
Right now, with Gabe bent in half underneath him, fingertips digging into Gabe’s hips, Spencer looked like the best thing ever. Gabe gasped as Spencer gave a vicious little twist of his hips, thrusting his cock over Gabe’s prostate. “Fuck!” he groaned, pulling his legs as far back as he could.
Spencer smirked a little, moving his hand from Gabe’s hip to wrap around his cock, jacking Gabe in time with his thrusts. His breathing was harsh, but his rhythm was perfect, and Gabe wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
“Spence, mother fuck,” he groaned, twisting under Spencer, trying to get Spencer’s dick back in the right spot. This was fucking torture, some of the best sex of his life, except that Spencer intentionally being an asshole and not giving Gabe what he wanted.
“You’re a fucking tease, Smith,” Gabe growled, giving up. Spencer rewarded him by jacking his cock that much faster, and Gabe whined low in his throat. “Wanna fucking come, damn it.”
“You’ll come when I’m damned well good and ready for it, Saporta,” Spencer smirked, and went back to his relentless pounding.
It seemed like forever to Gabe, who was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm for fucking hours, oh fucking hell, please just come already. He lost all semblance of dignity, his head back with his throat exposed, back arched in his pleasure, just wanting to come, fucking Christ.
Spencer’s motions changed, the angle of his cock shifting until he was rubbing over Gabe’s prostate with every thrust, his hand quick and sure on Gabe’s cock. “Fucking come, you whiny little bitch,” Spencer said with a gasp, and Gabe did, spurting come over Spencer’s hand and across his belly. He didn’t even have the energy to get pissed at Spencer’s words, completely lost in coming so hard he was sure his brain was leaking out his dick.
Spencer followed right behind him, slamming deep into Gabe one last time and digging his fingers into Gabe’s hip. Gabe watched through hooded, hazy eyes, the sight of Spencer’s head thrown back, body glistening with sweat, never failed to be a completely gorgeous, addictive sight.
By the time they’d disentangled themselves and cleaned up (“Baby wipes, Spence? Seriously?” “Shut it, Gabe, it means neither of us has to get the fuck up.” “You are a wise, wise man, Spencer Smith.”), and resettled next to each other, Gabe was feeling really fucking relaxed and kind of drowsy.
“You’re priceless, Saporta,” Spencer said, watching Gabe’s eyelids get droopy. “Why am I not surprised you’re the kind to fuck and then sleep?” His words held no venom, though; they never did. Spencer only said them out of habit now anyway.
Gabe smirked at Spencer and managed to gather the energy to roll over, flattening Spencer under him. Spencer grunted, but only wrapped his arms around Gabe and held him tightly. “Only when I’ve got such a fabulous pillow, Smith,” Gabe said with a yawn. The smack against the back of his head made him grin and close his eyes.