dr_robchase | [Apollo + Chase] Still not safe...

Entry tags:

[Apollo + Chase] Still not safe...

Chase just smirked the classic Chase Smirk (TM) and parted his lips, wrapping them around Apollo's cock and very slowly twirling and twisting his tongue, flicking at the head.

Oh, he would bring it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

And the angels sang.

"That all you got?" Apollo taunted, trying to keep his eyes open. "I could do better in my ooooh..."

Well, he never said he didn't like to be challenged. Or bullied. He flattered his tongue, running it along and using his years of experience, took him deep, almost into his throat, lips firm as he eased back, focusing on the head once more.

Apollo's good hand landed in Chase's unruly blond hair-- began to tug, softly, distracting him.

Oh, it wasn't quite right. It was so good and so... not .. quite...

His eyes flickered shut, and someone much bigger was kneeling in front of him.

He focused on this like it was an exam to study for, picking up the pace, setting a faster rhythm and creating friction with his lips and tongue against the warmth of Apollo's cock.

"Mid... oh, Mid, please..."

He didn't mind because in his mind's eyes, it was Jay's sugar-sweet drawl, making him happy, it was what he needed for his relief as he continued, lavishing attention at the sensitive skin of the head.

The hair-tugging was no longer gentle or deliberate, and Apollo was no longer worried about shows of machismo or proving a point...

Just this. Just this was So Good.

"Mid, I'm going to..." he whispered to his imaginary partner.

Chase didn't know about this Mid, didn't know what he did, but Chase swallowed and just kept going, one hand going up to Apollo's hip and clasping there firmly.

Apollo's eyes flickered open, and the illusion shattered, nastily.

It was too late. He was bowing his back and leaning against the tree and only just managing not to shove Chase's mouth down.

Chase kept his own eyes shut, feeling the shift and feeling unexplicably guilty. As though he'd caused the wrongness.

A mouth was a mouth.

Apollo came hard; yes, indeed, Chase had known what he was doing...

Chase lapped up slowly and thoroughly, taking care of the mess and reaching his own hand down his jeans as he leaned back on his haunches.

"My turn," Apollo said, feeling a little dull inside but not letting that out into his eyes, or his voice. "Get over here."

Chase opened his eyes and glanced up, a little confused. "I..." But he went, on his feet and moving over.

"But you what?" Apollo asked, fine eyebrow climbing for his hairline.

He didn't need the help.

"I can take care of myself?" Voice rising at the end of his sentence like it was a question.

"Oh, really."

He tossed his platinum-white hair. "I knew it. I'm better than you and you're not going to let me prove it."

Chase faltered. It was a challenge, really. But Jay...his Josh. "I..." But god, he needed it. "Please."

Oh, your boyfriend? You didn't care about my husband, did you?

Apollo just shoved him with the good hand, knelt over his prone form, and took him in without preamble.

Not artful, agressive. Not teasing, forcing. Hard suction, firm tongue.

That was something he had never felt before. He gasped, sucking the air in through his teeth. "Oh...god," he gasped aloud.

Apollo was angry. It didn't happen often.

Try to take the high road? Shame me? Bigger than me? Oh, you AREN'T.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he snaked his other hand forward to tickle lightly on the exposed thighs bordering his head.

Chase let out a ragged gasp, slumping back against the tree, letting out a barked laugh at the touch, feeling...

Feeling like he wanted to just die then, get sucked into a hole. Ashamed.

GodDAMMIT.

Apollo let himself slip off of Chase's cock.

"I'm not going to rape you," he said flatly. Rape is what it probably would be, trying to force the miserable bastard into an orgasm. "Do you wante me to finish?"

Chase just closed his eyes. "I practically forced myself on you," he said quietly. Fuck. "I'm horrible."

"I said yes," Apollo said, leaning back. "I've been 'forced'. I'm here to tell you, that wasn't it."

Chase closed his eyes, schooling himself, calming himself. "I would like it if you did finish me off," he said quietly.

Apollo bent back to his work silently. Not so agressive, now, more a flavor of... efficient. Almost kind.

Now there was a softer tongue, swirling and pushing; white-blond head bobbing in a fast, smooth motion.

It didn't take him long, so on the edge as he was. He climaxed with a soft cry, eyes pressed tightly shut. "I'm sorry," were the words he whispered after.

"So am I." Apollo said, wiping his mouth off. A lot of the heat had worn off out of sheer... ugh.

"Well. We're both assholes, it seems."

Chase was focused on the way his stomach burned low still -- hating it for it -- and buttoning up his jeans. "You're not."

"You're right. If we want to get technical, I'm an adulterer."

"No, you're not," Chase mumbled. "You're better than..." He sighed, rubbing at his eyes with his palm. "I am sorry. I should have let you be and kept moving."

"Did I cheat on my husband? Yes? Adulterer. It's very simple." Apollo eyed the wreck of the daisy dukes.. he'd have to wear them until he found something better. Ugh.

"Yes, you should have. And I should have said no. I'm no angel."

"And I'm a bastard," he said simply, using Sirius' name for him. "Well, I know I'll hate myself in the morning." He gave a polite nod as he turned and left.

"We all will," Apollo prophesized, choosing another direction to go in.

"We all will."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Apollo + Chase] Still not safe...

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject