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I leaned up against the brick wall of Angels & Kings. The cold air stung at my face, but it was okay. It was better than the heat from inside, and anything was better than having to watch those girls coddle Gabe's dick like a puppy. Damn I hated those girls. They were all so pretty, and all so dressed up just hopping to get some FBR dick by the end of the day. All of them having over a 100% better chance than I do, no matter how nice my hair is, no matter how well I know him, Gabe will never touch me/hold me/love me. Gabe will never notice me like he notices those girls.

I wanted to cry . I would have cried, if I hadn't heard his voice calling out my name. I turned lethargically towards the call. Gabe was alone and looked a bit panicked.  He continued to call out my name as he approached as if he wasn't sure that I could hear him, even though I'm sure that he knew I could and that everyone else on the street could.

"William!" He finally was close enough to me to speak at his normal tone of voice, which was still pretty loud. "I'm so glad I found you!" He pulled me off the wall I was leaning on and wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders. My own arms found their way comfortably around his slim waist. His cheek and chest were pressed firmly against mine. I could feel him take a breath in and out before pulling away from my clearly dragging body. He didn't smell anything like what he normally did, which was odd because we're at a bar and  he's Gabe. But at the same time, vodka doesn't have that much of a smell.

I decided to keep standing straight instead of just slouching back onto the uncomfortable wall. I waited for him to start to speak.

"Okay, so there's this girl inside..."

And she's so fuckin' hot? You can't just wait to get home and fuck her? You just got done fucking her?

"Well she like..." He continued, obviously not hearing any of my extremely negative mental comments. He seemed to zone out of it a little, some proof to me that maybe he had been drinking and that I was just used to the normal Saporta smell. His eye's jumped back to mine and he started up with a different statement. "You know the song Scandalous?"

I nodded. That was so him, referencing one of his own songs.

"Alright, think of the chick you think of when you hear that song. All trashy and shit?"

And there he goes assuming that I listen to that song. I pictured the orange girl with her leather like skin stretched over her anorexic-like figure. Big brown eyes, because I couldn't see any other color on that, but not pretty like Gabe's. They're just there. Her lips are covered in hot pink lipstick (what else?), and she's got long fake-looking, fried, black hair.

"Okay..?"

"And I'm not drun-"

I cut him off by laughing. "Oh really? Mr. Gabriel Saporta not drunk? I find that so hard to-"

"Gabe?"

I turned my head to where the much smaller voice was coming from to see a head pop out of the door to the bar. Oh, I was wrong, she's blonde.

Gabe's hands flew to both of my hands as he sprinted around the corner of the building taking me with him. When we reached a spot that would be unseen from the door, Gabe released my wrists and his hands flew to the side of my face. He forced me to look his right in the eyes before saying "Be a pal?" and forced his lips on to mine. I pulled back at first, but I was already up against the wall again so there was no where for me to go.  His hands dropped from my face and onto my shoulders, and then to my upper arm before I had the sense in me to just turn my head to the side.

"What th-th-the hell?" I stuttered out, pushing him off of me. Butterflies swarmed around in my stomach like an angry mob trying to find a weak spot in the walls of my inner body.

"Please?" Gabe sounded frantic again. "Please, please please? You are the only guy here that I feel comfortable doing this right now...please?"

I turned up my nose trying to hide how much I had actually enjoyed that. "You told her you were gay, didn't you?" Gabe had done that before to get someone off his back and it only worked about 10% of the time, but he still did it.

Gabe nodded quickly. "Please?"

I groaned. God if he only knew what the hell he was doing to me. "What about Pete? Mikey?" I tried to think of some more people that I had seen in the bar with him, but that was all that I could think of at the time.

"Not Mikey, he's not into that at all." Gabe argued back.

"Neither are you..." I muttered, relaxing completely against the wall again.

Gabe ignored me and continued on "And Pete is busy." He paused and grabbed both of my shoulders. "Please Bill?"

I started to think about it all. We would be acting so I would be free to do whatever I wanted to. Whatever I wanted to do. I looked back up at him catching a prefect suggestive/still pleading/adorable smirk.

I sighed, acting as if it was taking a lot out of me to decide and do this. I re-wrapped my arms around his waist. His smile widened and his arms came around my waist. He squeezed the small of my back up tighter, sending my lips willingly back against his. The kiss was too innocent to be believable, especially for Gabe and especially for a bar.

Now, I'm going to be honest; just because Gabe hadn't been drinking, did not mean that I hadn't either. I was a bit tipsy and as time went on, it seemed like every idea that found its way into my head was better than the invention of the light-bulb. Unfortunately for me, the idea to take this acting just a 'Saporta step' farther, snaked it's way into my mind.

I opened my mouth against his and let my tongue into his mouth. Gabe rolled with it wonderfully, his tongue coming to mine and massaging over it. My heart began to pound against my chest as one of his hands came up and brushed over my cheek, sweeping me in closer before taking a few steps back pushing his body against me, forcing me up to the wall.

Another idea invaded my mind as I heard the 'nasty, trashy, ho' call out Gabe's name again. I need to take this chance and have fun with this.

Pushing myself off the wall and away from Gabe's mouth I spun him around a shoved his back up to the wall. After thanking God briefly for creating the button-down red plaid shirt that Gabe was wearing, I undid a few of the buttons up from the bottom and slid my hands over his slightly caramel colored abdomen. Gabe groaned and his body tensed up under my hands.

"Shit you're cold." He laughed at a normal tone before Gabe's name was called out again.

Gabe tensed up again and too hold of my wrists and pressed them firmly back to his body. "Make this realistic, kay?"

I nodded and pulled myself back upright. My body was touching him all over and started up those  'great ideas' of mine again. His lips collided into mine again, his tongue sloppily sliding more aroundmy mouth than actually in it. I started to pop my hips against his, reaching my hand up and brushing a hand over his chin trying to direct him to my mouth.

Yeah, 'and I'm not drunk' my ass...

His tongue brushed over the tops of my teeth sending my mind into madness. My eyes were closed and I lost myself, fading out every call from the girl.

Gabe popped his hips against mine, mimicking me and catching me by complete surprise. I moaned and pulled myself off of him. Some part of me that had early been drowning in liver poisoning, reared up and reminded me again that this was still Gabe. He was still straight, and still acting.

"Don't do that." I mumbled, resorting back to my normal 'this is a bad idea' thought placement. Gabe leaned back off the wall and looped his fingers into the loops on my waist band, pulling my hips back into his. "Gabe." I scolded again, only to have him brush it off by tipping my head backward with his finger tip and closing his lips on the curve of my neck. I gasped out his name and tried to pull away.

Fuckfuckfuck. Acting should have some kind of fucking barrier Gabe. Fuck

Gabe pushed me up against the wall, taking one of my legs up and around his hip before popping his hips forward again. My body shuddered. This is not alright. I complained in my mind as Gabe's continuous thrusting of his hips forced my other leg up around his hip as well.

What is God's name did he think he was doing? He started to suck on my neck, but not hard enough or long enough to leave any marks. He started to pull on my hair, keeping my head back and my neck exposed while he worked his hips against me and bit at my skin. This was bound to get any guy hard. Straight or gay. Pope Benedict XVI or Pete Wentz. It was bound to happen, and there was no way that Gabe didn't already know that.

What was making this harder (no pun intended just yet)? Since I had undone Gabe's shirt, his bare  abdomen was pressed up against mine, and with all of his thrusting, my own shirt was rising up exposing my stomach to his. I groaned. His body was so warm.

My body shuddered again and I gulped. My eyes squeezed shut and I turned away from everything, just facing the dark ally that he had hidden me in. Holy shit, holy shit, holy... "S-s-shit..." I half-moaned, biting down hard on my lip. Gabe laughed and stopped thrusting his hips. He let one of my legs lack and then let me back on to the ground.

I blushed. He had to have noticed the fact that I had suddenly gone full salute on his leg.

"Sorry." He muttered, smirking. He pulled himself completely off of my body, just standing casually in front of me with his hand in his back pockets. I tugged my shirt down hoping that it would help with hiding my situation.

I mock glared at him. "You owe me Gabriel."

Gabe laughed and took one of his hands some his pocket and brushed something off of my neck.

I looked around for the girl but I didn't see her or hear her. "Um Gabe?"

Gabe nodded.

"Is she...gone?"

Gabe looked at me blankly for a minute like he had no idea what I was talking about. "OH, um yeah. She saw us after you started grinding on me."

My jaw dropped. "What the he-then why did you keep going?"

Gabe shrugged smiling. He said, "You're a fucking good kisser Bill." and walked off, leaving me exactly in the same situation I had been in before he had showed up (leave the boner). I gulped and leaned back up against the wall.

"Yeah, be a fucking pal."

Description
I leaned up against the brick wall of Angels & Kings. The cold air stung at my face, but it was okay. It was better than the heat from inside, and anything was better than having to watch those girls coddle Gabe's dick like a puppy. Damn I hated those girls. They were all so pretty, and all so dressed up just hopping to get some FBR dick by the end of the day. All of them having over a 100% better chance than I do, no matter how nice my hair is, no matter how well I know him, Gabe will never touch me/hold me/love me. Gabe will never notice me like he notices those girls.

I wanted to cry . I would have cried, if I hadn't heard his voice calling out my name. I turned lethargically towards the call. Gabe was alone and looked a bit panicked.  He continued to call out my name as he approached as if he wasn't sure that I could hear him, even though I'm sure that he knew I could and that everyone else on the street could.

"William!" He finally was close enough to me to speak at his normal tone of voice, which was still pretty loud. "I'm so glad I found you!" He pulled me off the wall I was leaning on and wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders. My own arms found their way comfortably around his slim waist. His cheek and chest were pressed firmly against mine. I could feel him take a breath in and out before pulling away from my clearly dragging body. He didn't smell anything like what he normally did, which was odd because we're at a bar and  he's Gabe. But at the same time, vodka doesn't have that much of a smell.

I decided to keep standing straight instead of just slouching back onto the uncomfortable wall. I waited for him to start to speak.

"Okay, so there's this girl inside..."

And she's so fuckin' hot? You can't just wait to get home and fuck her? You just got done fucking her?

"Well she like..." He continued, obviously not hearing any of my extremely negative mental comments. He seemed to zone out of it a little, some proof to me that maybe he had been drinking and that I was just used to the normal Saporta smell. His eye's jumped back to mine and he started up with a different statement. "You know the song Scandalous?"

I nodded. That was so him, referencing one of his own songs.

"Alright, think of the chick you think of when you hear that song. All trashy and shit?"

And there he goes assuming that I listen to that song. I pictured the orange girl with her leather like skin stretched over her anorexic-like figure. Big brown eyes, because I couldn't see any other color on that, but not pretty like Gabe's. They're just there. Her lips are covered in hot pink lipstick (what else?), and she's got long fake-looking, fried, black hair.

"Okay..?"

"And I'm not drun-"

I cut him off by laughing. "Oh really? Mr. Gabriel Saporta not drunk? I find that so hard to-"

"Gabe?"

I turned my head to where the much smaller voice was coming from to see a head pop out of the door to the bar. Oh, I was wrong, she's blonde.

Gabe's hands flew to both of my hands as he sprinted around the corner of the building taking me with him. When we reached a spot that would be unseen from the door, Gabe released my wrists and his hands flew to the side of my face. He forced me to look his right in the eyes before saying "Be a pal?" and forced his lips on to mine. I pulled back at first, but I was already up against the wall again so there was no where for me to go.  His hands dropped from my face and onto my shoulders, and then to my upper arm before I had the sense in me to just turn my head to the side.

"What th-th-the hell?" I stuttered out, pushing him off of me. Butterflies swarmed around in my stomach like an angry mob trying to find a weak spot in the walls of my inner body.

"Please?" Gabe sounded frantic again. "Please, please please? You are the only guy here that I feel comfortable doing this right now...please?"

I turned up my nose trying to hide how much I had actually enjoyed that. "You told her you were gay, didn't you?" Gabe had done that before to get someone off his back and it only worked about 10% of the time, but he still did it.

Gabe nodded quickly. "Please?"

I groaned. God if he only knew what the hell he was doing to me. "What about Pete? Mikey?" I tried to think of some more people that I had seen in the bar with him, but that was all that I could think of at the time.

"Not Mikey, he's not into that at all." Gabe argued back.

"Neither are you..." I muttered, relaxing completely against the wall again.

Gabe ignored me and continued on "And Pete is busy." He paused and grabbed both of my shoulders. "Please Bill?"

I started to think about it all. We would be acting so I would be free to do whatever I wanted to. Whatever I wanted to do. I looked back up at him catching a prefect suggestive/still pleading/adorable smirk.

I sighed, acting as if it was taking a lot out of me to decide and do this. I re-wrapped my arms around his waist. His smile widened and his arms came around my waist. He squeezed the small of my back up tighter, sending my lips willingly back against his. The kiss was too innocent to be believable, especially for Gabe and especially for a bar.

Now, I'm going to be honest; just because Gabe hadn't been drinking, did not mean that I hadn't either. I was a bit tipsy and as time went on, it seemed like every idea that found its way into my head was better than the invention of the light-bulb. Unfortunately for me, the idea to take this acting just a 'Saporta step' farther, snaked it's way into my mind.

I opened my mouth against his and let my tongue into his mouth. Gabe rolled with it wonderfully, his tongue coming to mine and massaging over it. My heart began to pound against my chest as one of his hands came up and brushed over my cheek, sweeping me in closer before taking a few steps back pushing his body against me, forcing me up to the wall.

Another idea invaded my mind as I heard the 'nasty, trashy, ho' call out Gabe's name again. I need to take this chance and have fun with this.

Pushing myself off the wall and away from Gabe's mouth I spun him around a shoved his back up to the wall. After thanking God briefly for creating the button-down red plaid shirt that Gabe was wearing, I undid a few of the buttons up from the bottom and slid my hands over his slightly caramel colored abdomen. Gabe groaned and his body tensed up under my hands.

"Shit you're cold." He laughed at a normal tone before Gabe's name was called out again.

Gabe tensed up again and too hold of my wrists and pressed them firmly back to his body. "Make this realistic, kay?"

I nodded and pulled myself back upright. My body was touching him all over and started up those  'great ideas' of mine again. His lips collided into mine again, his tongue sloppily sliding more aroundmy mouth than actually in it. I started to pop my hips against his, reaching my hand up and brushing a hand over his chin trying to direct him to my mouth.

Yeah, 'and I'm not drunk' my ass...

His tongue brushed over the tops of my teeth sending my mind into madness. My eyes were closed and I lost myself, fading out every call from the girl.

Gabe popped his hips against mine, mimicking me and catching me by complete surprise. I moaned and pulled myself off of him. Some part of me that had early been drowning in liver poisoning, reared up and reminded me again that this was still Gabe. He was still straight, and still acting.

"Don't do that." I mumbled, resorting back to my normal 'this is a bad idea' thought placement. Gabe leaned back off the wall and looped his fingers into the loops on my waist band, pulling my hips back into his. "Gabe." I scolded again, only to have him brush it off by tipping my head backward with his finger tip and closing his lips on the curve of my neck. I gasped out his name and tried to pull away.

Fuckfuckfuck. Acting should have some kind of fucking barrier Gabe. Fuck

Gabe pushed me up against the wall, taking one of my legs up and around his hip before popping his hips forward again. My body shuddered. This is not alright. I complained in my mind as Gabe's continuous thrusting of his hips forced my other leg up around his hip as well.

What is God's name did he think he was doing? He started to suck on my neck, but not hard enough or long enough to leave any marks. He started to pull on my hair, keeping my head back and my neck exposed while he worked his hips against me and bit at my skin. This was bound to get any guy hard. Straight or gay. Pope Benedict XVI or Pete Wentz. It was bound to happen, and there was no way that Gabe didn't already know that.

What was making this harder (no pun intended just yet)? Since I had undone Gabe's shirt, his bare  abdomen was pressed up against mine, and with all of his thrusting, my own shirt was rising up exposing my stomach to his. I groaned. His body was so warm.

My body shuddered again and I gulped. My eyes squeezed shut and I turned away from everything, just facing the dark ally that he had hidden me in. Holy shit, holy shit, holy... "S-s-shit..." I half-moaned, biting down hard on my lip. Gabe laughed and stopped thrusting his hips. He let one of my legs lack and then let me back on to the ground.

I blushed. He had to have noticed the fact that I had suddenly gone full salute on his leg.

"Sorry." He muttered, smirking. He pulled himself completely off of my body, just standing casually in front of me with his hand in his back pockets. I tugged my shirt down hoping that it would help with hiding my situation.

I mock glared at him. "You owe me Gabriel."

Gabe laughed and took one of his hands some his pocket and brushed something off of my neck.

I looked around for the girl but I didn't see her or hear her. "Um Gabe?"

Gabe nodded.

"Is she...gone?"

Gabe looked at me blankly for a minute like he had no idea what I was talking about. "OH, um yeah. She saw us after you started grinding on me."

My jaw dropped. "What the he-then why did you keep going?"

Gabe shrugged smiling. He said, "You're a fucking good kisser Bill." and walked off, leaving me exactly in the same situation I had been in before he had showed up (leave the boner). I gulped and leaned back up against the wall.

"Yeah, be a fucking pal."