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Title: Don’t Think Twice
Pairing: Cash/Singer (The Cab)
Rating: R/NC-17.
Summary: High school fumblings.
Word Count: ~2,200
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Cab and this probably didn’t actually happen.
Author Notes: Title from “I’ll Run”. Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hearthisvoice for looking this over for me!
Cash really didn’t know what was going on. One minute, Singer was bitching about how crazy his ex-girlfriend was, and the next they were making out. He probably should have been paying more attention. But actually… this wasn’t so bad considering Alex was the lead singer in his band, and also, coincidentally, a guy. Alex’s tongue was way more interesting than worrying about the number of penises invited to this kiss. Alex’s tongue was really, really awesome, actually. Cash pulled away, struck by that thought.
“I didn’t know you could kiss like that, man!”
“I didn’t know you liked the sound of your own voice more than making out,” Alex said testily.
“Jesus, sorry!” Cash remedied the situation by kissing Alex’s neck, nibbling and sucking a little.
“You’d better not… nngh, fuck, better not leave a hickey, you dick. You know I hate that.”
“Shut up! I’m not going to mar your delicate, baby-soft skin. And in case you wondered, I don’t mind hickeys.”
“I know, Cash, trust me. Stop talking already.”
“Shut up, bitch, you love me!”
Alex sighed and shoved Cash off him, down onto the bed. “No wonder you never get laid.”
“Hey!” Cash started to protest, but he was distracted by Alex’s teeth finding his neck, “Fuck.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Huh?” Cash questioned oh-so-eloquently.
“Fuck. Kind of the point here?”
“Oh. It is?” Yeah, okay, Cash was kind of stupid, but Alex’s teeth were sharp. He had a right to be distracted.
Alex nodded without removing his teeth.
The sound Cash made then couldn’t rightly be called intelligible but it was definitely positive.
Alex pulled away. Cash’s eyes popped open as he instinctively tried to follow.
Alex wasn’t looking. His shirt was already halfway off. It was a lot harder for Cash to get out of his shirt since he had an Alex pretty much sitting on him, but he wasn’t about to be left behind.
Alex was delayed futilely trying to settle his hair back into some semblance of order, and it gave Cash a few extra seconds to undo his own pants and start on Alex’s. That task was made more difficult because his hand brushed against Alex’s groin and the obvious hardness there on the way to his belt, causing Alex to twitch forward.
Frustrated, Cash shoved Alex over so he was lying on the bed, narrowly missing landing them both on the floor, straddled him, then finally got the jeans open.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cash!” Alex’s hips were grinding upward, probably trying to get Cash’s hands to do something more productive than rest against his open fly. Right.
Cash slipped one hand inside and rubbed lightly against the hard ridge of Alex’s cock. Mother fucking skinny girl jeans, Cash thought uncharitably. He couldn’t maneuver for shit, even with the fly open.
“Christ,” Cash muttered. He inelegantly flopped down onto Alex and wiggled his own jeans off, finally kicking them off with one foot.
Alex’s protesting noise when Cash dropped onto him became much less annoyed-sounding during all the wiggling.
“Hi,” Cash said, breath right against Alex’s face. Their bodies were pressed together full length, down to Cash’s toes brushing against Alex’s foot. “You’re wearing pants.”
“Huh?”
“Pants, man. You’re in them. Quit it.”
“Oh, right.” Alex’s brain seemed to sort of wake up. “How am I supposed to take them off with your heavy ass crushing me?”
“Figure it out,” Cash said demandingly, thrusting his hips forward a little.
Eventually Alex managed it, with even more wiggling than Cash. Very nice.
“Fuck. Fuck, Alex, this was such a good idea. Fuck!”
Cash shoved his cock down against Alex’s thigh and their chests slid against each other with the beginnings of a sheen of sweat. Alex maybe wasn’t getting quite as good a deal out of the grinding thing, but it had to be nice. It was pretty obviously turning him on, but probably they weren’t really lined up well enough to actually get him off.
“Cash,” Alex set his teeth against Cash’s ear, biting a little.
Cash made a sort of inquisitive sound, riding on a gasp. Alex definitely had his attention.
“You should suck my cock.” So matter-of-fact.
Cash stopped moving, pulled his head up and his whole body a few inches back. “What?”
“Please? I’ll do you, after. Promise.” Alex looked very earnest. “You want me to suck your cock, right?”
“I… fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, you win. And you better be worth it!”
Cash moved down the bed so he could hover over Alex’s cock. He took a deep breath, then pulled Alex’s briefs down and out of his way. He eyed Alex’s cock like he was going to challenge it to a duel.
“Fuck, this is so gay,” Cash muttered before he licked his lips and went down on Alex’s dick.
At first, he just tried to concentrate on getting it wet so he could slide up and down easier. It didn’t taste like anything, really, just skin. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him. It was just skin. Skin that happened to be attached to Alex’s cock. The up and down wasn’t too hard, so he added some suction on the upstroke. Just like a lollipop. Alex groaned and his hips twitched upward slightly. Okay, maybe not so much like a lollipop. The next time Alex’s cock slid across Cash’s tongue it tasted different. Salty, kind of slimy, but it wasn’t awful. Maybe not at all like a lollipop.
Well, at least Cash could take pride in the fact that he was evidently pretty good at this. It was kind of a ridiculous thing to be proud of, but whatever. He swirled his tongue around the head of Alex’s cock on his next trip upwards and Alex responded with a gratifyingly nonverbal sound and another almost thrust. Well, that could get bad. Cash moved so he could press a forearm down across Alex’s hips. That should keep him in line if necessary, at least.
The constant up and down was kind of monotonous. Not boring, but kind of soothingly repetitive. It calmed his impending gay freak-out, which was convenient. Sucking cock was sort of easy, really, so how much could it really say about him that he could do it? Not much. It was just a blowjob.
While Cash’s thoughts were wandering off in a thousand directions, Alex kept him grounded with fumbling touches. He was grabbing at the sheets, skittering his fingers across Cash’s shoulders, rubbing lightly on the back of Cash’s neck where the muscles were starting to tense from the unfamiliar task, running his palm across Cash’s close-cropped hair against the grain so that it sort of tickled. It all left a low warmth buzzing in Cash’s stomach.
Alex’s breath was starting to come shorter and harsher now, which was somewhat satisfying. Every few strokes, Cash was trying out that tongue-swirl thing, and it was pretty popular if Alex’s choked out sounds were anything to go by. Cash sped up, trying to keep pace with Alex’s breaths and desperately shifting hips. It was more difficult now, with the faster tempo. He had to concentrate on what he was doing, on Alex. And Cash’s breath was coming shorter and sharper now, too. In sympathy, maybe.
It had been easy at first, to breathe through his nose while he was taking care of Alex’s dick, but now Cash was gasping in air around a mouthful of cock at the end of each sucking upstroke like he’d forgotten there was any other way to breathe. That maybe was related to the fact that he’d started taking in more of Alex’s cock when he wasn’t paying attention. It brushed the back of his throat every time he went down now, almost all the way down. Not quite a pleasant feeling, but the longer strokes seemed to be working pretty well for Alex, his hands clutching at Cash’s shoulders desperately, crumpling his t-shirt like he’d drown without Cash to hold onto.
Cash was concentrating so resolutely he missed Alex’s gasped out, “Cash!”
He didn’t miss the thrust upward that fought against Cash’s weight and held Alex’s hips off the bed for a long moment before he collapsed down again. Wet, hot pulses filled Cash’s mouth, at the back of his tongue so that he ended up swallowing convulsively before he even thought about it.
Cash pulled off slowly, tongue moving around the inside of his mouth, re-learning what it felt like not to have it full of dick, pondering the weird aftertaste of Alex’s come, moving his jaw, a little sore from carefully holding his mouth open for so long. He sat up, looking up at Alex whose breathing was gradually calming down. Alex’s eyes were closed, head rolled back against the bed, sweat dampening his entire hairline.
Cash couldn’t help the stupid grin that crossed his face. Fuck, he kicked ass at this.
“Alex. Alex. Hey, Alex.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m a mother fucking blowjob god!” Cash gloated.
“No way am I about to argue with you there, man,” Alex said slowly. “You want me to give you a medal? A plaque? I’m in for it.”
“Nah,” Cash said with a grin, “Just your adoration is enough.”
“And a blowjob in return, of course?” He matched Cash’s grin.
Shit! Cash actually managed to forget that he was getting a blowjob out of this, too. His dick had evidently not forgotten how this was supposed to play out, though, as it was straining eagerly against the front of his briefs. He gave it a quick, reassuring pat.
“Right,” Cash said smoothly, “Duh. Of course.”
He climbed up over Alex and flopped onto his back right next to him.
“Get to it,” he said, bumping his shoulder against Alex’s companionably.
“So romantic,” Alex said with a fake sigh and a quick laugh, rolling onto Cash.
He had Cash’s underwear off in a matter of moments, but then he paused, just over Cash’s lap, as though he was waiting for something or maybe just making a game plan. Cash thrust up a little to get his attention, in case Alex had maybe forgotten what he was doing down there. It was more polite than saying, “Suck it, bitch,” which had been his first thought. Alex probably would have walked away at that one, promise or no promise.
Finally, finally, Alex licked his cock. It was just a little, around the head and ridge, but it felt pretty damn good after what seemed like an eternity of being hard and getting no stimulation at all. Then the tip of his cock was in Alex’s mouth and he was doing these tiny, tiny little up and down sucks and, whatever, he should have known Alex was going to be a wuss about this, but he didn’t even care because there was a mouth on his dick and that was a very good thing.
When that mouth disappeared for a second, Cash made a plaintive sound that was absolutely in no way a whimper. Alex’s mouth was back before he could formulate words, followed by a damp hand gripping his shaft, jerking him off in a movement that was, fuck, perfect. He could feel his orgasm building, quicker than he wanted to admit to, but fuck, he’d been waiting and it was good, and he was about to come in Alex’s mouth.
“Shit, shit, fuck, Alex, Alex, Alex!” Words tumbled out of Cash’s mouth without any input from his brain at all and he couldn’t tell if it was a few minutes or a fucking lifetime since Alex had started, but he was coming right the fuck now.
And then there was an entirely different sounding string of, “Shit, shit, fuck, Alex!”
Alex coughed and choked, spitting come onto the sheets. Cash grabbed his dick, going soft noticeably faster than usual, and checked to make sure he hadn’t left any bits of it behind, attached to Alex’s teeth, when he’d accidentally thrust up. All still there, and there didn’t even seem to be a visible mark, what the fuck? He cradled his cock soothingly, but the sting was already beginning to fade. He looked up at Alex, who seemed to have gotten the whole breathing oxygen thing under control again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex said, voice a little raspy.
Cash winced at that. “Sorry, man.”
“No big deal. Me, too,” he said, glancing down to Cash’s protectively cupped hand.
“I’ll live,” Cash said with a wry grin.
“So, I guess that was maybe kind of a stupid idea, huh?” Alex sounded a little sad about it.
“No,” Cash replied. He reached for Alex and pulled him down, half next to and half on top of Cash, only narrowly missing a knee to the balls. “We just need practice.”
Alex let out a short laugh before he could stop it, “Wow, brave.”
“I’m just noble. I want you to be able to practice,” Cash said magnanimously, “You might need that skill someday.”
“Dick!” Alex exclaimed, punching Cash in the shoulder.
“I’m just saying! It could make or break our band!” Cash managed through a laugh.
“I hate you,” Alex said, dropping his forehead against Cash’s chest.
“You love me,” Cash taunted.
“…Maybe,” Alex allowed, “Maybe.”
Cash’s smile was blindingly bright.
Pairing: Cash/Singer (The Cab)
Rating: R/NC-17.
Summary: High school fumblings.
Word Count: ~2,200
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Cab and this probably didn’t actually happen.
Author Notes: Title from “I’ll Run”. Thank you to
hearthisvoice for looking this over for me!Cash really didn’t know what was going on. One minute, Singer was bitching about how crazy his ex-girlfriend was, and the next they were making out. He probably should have been paying more attention. But actually… this wasn’t so bad considering Alex was the lead singer in his band, and also, coincidentally, a guy. Alex’s tongue was way more interesting than worrying about the number of penises invited to this kiss. Alex’s tongue was really, really awesome, actually. Cash pulled away, struck by that thought.
“I didn’t know you could kiss like that, man!”
“I didn’t know you liked the sound of your own voice more than making out,” Alex said testily.
“Jesus, sorry!” Cash remedied the situation by kissing Alex’s neck, nibbling and sucking a little.
“You’d better not… nngh, fuck, better not leave a hickey, you dick. You know I hate that.”
“Shut up! I’m not going to mar your delicate, baby-soft skin. And in case you wondered, I don’t mind hickeys.”
“I know, Cash, trust me. Stop talking already.”
“Shut up, bitch, you love me!”
Alex sighed and shoved Cash off him, down onto the bed. “No wonder you never get laid.”
“Hey!” Cash started to protest, but he was distracted by Alex’s teeth finding his neck, “Fuck.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Huh?” Cash questioned oh-so-eloquently.
“Fuck. Kind of the point here?”
“Oh. It is?” Yeah, okay, Cash was kind of stupid, but Alex’s teeth were sharp. He had a right to be distracted.
Alex nodded without removing his teeth.
The sound Cash made then couldn’t rightly be called intelligible but it was definitely positive.
Alex pulled away. Cash’s eyes popped open as he instinctively tried to follow.
Alex wasn’t looking. His shirt was already halfway off. It was a lot harder for Cash to get out of his shirt since he had an Alex pretty much sitting on him, but he wasn’t about to be left behind.
Alex was delayed futilely trying to settle his hair back into some semblance of order, and it gave Cash a few extra seconds to undo his own pants and start on Alex’s. That task was made more difficult because his hand brushed against Alex’s groin and the obvious hardness there on the way to his belt, causing Alex to twitch forward.
Frustrated, Cash shoved Alex over so he was lying on the bed, narrowly missing landing them both on the floor, straddled him, then finally got the jeans open.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cash!” Alex’s hips were grinding upward, probably trying to get Cash’s hands to do something more productive than rest against his open fly. Right.
Cash slipped one hand inside and rubbed lightly against the hard ridge of Alex’s cock. Mother fucking skinny girl jeans, Cash thought uncharitably. He couldn’t maneuver for shit, even with the fly open.
“Christ,” Cash muttered. He inelegantly flopped down onto Alex and wiggled his own jeans off, finally kicking them off with one foot.
Alex’s protesting noise when Cash dropped onto him became much less annoyed-sounding during all the wiggling.
“Hi,” Cash said, breath right against Alex’s face. Their bodies were pressed together full length, down to Cash’s toes brushing against Alex’s foot. “You’re wearing pants.”
“Huh?”
“Pants, man. You’re in them. Quit it.”
“Oh, right.” Alex’s brain seemed to sort of wake up. “How am I supposed to take them off with your heavy ass crushing me?”
“Figure it out,” Cash said demandingly, thrusting his hips forward a little.
Eventually Alex managed it, with even more wiggling than Cash. Very nice.
“Fuck. Fuck, Alex, this was such a good idea. Fuck!”
Cash shoved his cock down against Alex’s thigh and their chests slid against each other with the beginnings of a sheen of sweat. Alex maybe wasn’t getting quite as good a deal out of the grinding thing, but it had to be nice. It was pretty obviously turning him on, but probably they weren’t really lined up well enough to actually get him off.
“Cash,” Alex set his teeth against Cash’s ear, biting a little.
Cash made a sort of inquisitive sound, riding on a gasp. Alex definitely had his attention.
“You should suck my cock.” So matter-of-fact.
Cash stopped moving, pulled his head up and his whole body a few inches back. “What?”
“Please? I’ll do you, after. Promise.” Alex looked very earnest. “You want me to suck your cock, right?”
“I… fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, you win. And you better be worth it!”
Cash moved down the bed so he could hover over Alex’s cock. He took a deep breath, then pulled Alex’s briefs down and out of his way. He eyed Alex’s cock like he was going to challenge it to a duel.
“Fuck, this is so gay,” Cash muttered before he licked his lips and went down on Alex’s dick.
At first, he just tried to concentrate on getting it wet so he could slide up and down easier. It didn’t taste like anything, really, just skin. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him. It was just skin. Skin that happened to be attached to Alex’s cock. The up and down wasn’t too hard, so he added some suction on the upstroke. Just like a lollipop. Alex groaned and his hips twitched upward slightly. Okay, maybe not so much like a lollipop. The next time Alex’s cock slid across Cash’s tongue it tasted different. Salty, kind of slimy, but it wasn’t awful. Maybe not at all like a lollipop.
Well, at least Cash could take pride in the fact that he was evidently pretty good at this. It was kind of a ridiculous thing to be proud of, but whatever. He swirled his tongue around the head of Alex’s cock on his next trip upwards and Alex responded with a gratifyingly nonverbal sound and another almost thrust. Well, that could get bad. Cash moved so he could press a forearm down across Alex’s hips. That should keep him in line if necessary, at least.
The constant up and down was kind of monotonous. Not boring, but kind of soothingly repetitive. It calmed his impending gay freak-out, which was convenient. Sucking cock was sort of easy, really, so how much could it really say about him that he could do it? Not much. It was just a blowjob.
While Cash’s thoughts were wandering off in a thousand directions, Alex kept him grounded with fumbling touches. He was grabbing at the sheets, skittering his fingers across Cash’s shoulders, rubbing lightly on the back of Cash’s neck where the muscles were starting to tense from the unfamiliar task, running his palm across Cash’s close-cropped hair against the grain so that it sort of tickled. It all left a low warmth buzzing in Cash’s stomach.
Alex’s breath was starting to come shorter and harsher now, which was somewhat satisfying. Every few strokes, Cash was trying out that tongue-swirl thing, and it was pretty popular if Alex’s choked out sounds were anything to go by. Cash sped up, trying to keep pace with Alex’s breaths and desperately shifting hips. It was more difficult now, with the faster tempo. He had to concentrate on what he was doing, on Alex. And Cash’s breath was coming shorter and sharper now, too. In sympathy, maybe.
It had been easy at first, to breathe through his nose while he was taking care of Alex’s dick, but now Cash was gasping in air around a mouthful of cock at the end of each sucking upstroke like he’d forgotten there was any other way to breathe. That maybe was related to the fact that he’d started taking in more of Alex’s cock when he wasn’t paying attention. It brushed the back of his throat every time he went down now, almost all the way down. Not quite a pleasant feeling, but the longer strokes seemed to be working pretty well for Alex, his hands clutching at Cash’s shoulders desperately, crumpling his t-shirt like he’d drown without Cash to hold onto.
Cash was concentrating so resolutely he missed Alex’s gasped out, “Cash!”
He didn’t miss the thrust upward that fought against Cash’s weight and held Alex’s hips off the bed for a long moment before he collapsed down again. Wet, hot pulses filled Cash’s mouth, at the back of his tongue so that he ended up swallowing convulsively before he even thought about it.
Cash pulled off slowly, tongue moving around the inside of his mouth, re-learning what it felt like not to have it full of dick, pondering the weird aftertaste of Alex’s come, moving his jaw, a little sore from carefully holding his mouth open for so long. He sat up, looking up at Alex whose breathing was gradually calming down. Alex’s eyes were closed, head rolled back against the bed, sweat dampening his entire hairline.
Cash couldn’t help the stupid grin that crossed his face. Fuck, he kicked ass at this.
“Alex. Alex. Hey, Alex.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m a mother fucking blowjob god!” Cash gloated.
“No way am I about to argue with you there, man,” Alex said slowly. “You want me to give you a medal? A plaque? I’m in for it.”
“Nah,” Cash said with a grin, “Just your adoration is enough.”
“And a blowjob in return, of course?” He matched Cash’s grin.
Shit! Cash actually managed to forget that he was getting a blowjob out of this, too. His dick had evidently not forgotten how this was supposed to play out, though, as it was straining eagerly against the front of his briefs. He gave it a quick, reassuring pat.
“Right,” Cash said smoothly, “Duh. Of course.”
He climbed up over Alex and flopped onto his back right next to him.
“Get to it,” he said, bumping his shoulder against Alex’s companionably.
“So romantic,” Alex said with a fake sigh and a quick laugh, rolling onto Cash.
He had Cash’s underwear off in a matter of moments, but then he paused, just over Cash’s lap, as though he was waiting for something or maybe just making a game plan. Cash thrust up a little to get his attention, in case Alex had maybe forgotten what he was doing down there. It was more polite than saying, “Suck it, bitch,” which had been his first thought. Alex probably would have walked away at that one, promise or no promise.
Finally, finally, Alex licked his cock. It was just a little, around the head and ridge, but it felt pretty damn good after what seemed like an eternity of being hard and getting no stimulation at all. Then the tip of his cock was in Alex’s mouth and he was doing these tiny, tiny little up and down sucks and, whatever, he should have known Alex was going to be a wuss about this, but he didn’t even care because there was a mouth on his dick and that was a very good thing.
When that mouth disappeared for a second, Cash made a plaintive sound that was absolutely in no way a whimper. Alex’s mouth was back before he could formulate words, followed by a damp hand gripping his shaft, jerking him off in a movement that was, fuck, perfect. He could feel his orgasm building, quicker than he wanted to admit to, but fuck, he’d been waiting and it was good, and he was about to come in Alex’s mouth.
“Shit, shit, fuck, Alex, Alex, Alex!” Words tumbled out of Cash’s mouth without any input from his brain at all and he couldn’t tell if it was a few minutes or a fucking lifetime since Alex had started, but he was coming right the fuck now.
And then there was an entirely different sounding string of, “Shit, shit, fuck, Alex!”
Alex coughed and choked, spitting come onto the sheets. Cash grabbed his dick, going soft noticeably faster than usual, and checked to make sure he hadn’t left any bits of it behind, attached to Alex’s teeth, when he’d accidentally thrust up. All still there, and there didn’t even seem to be a visible mark, what the fuck? He cradled his cock soothingly, but the sting was already beginning to fade. He looked up at Alex, who seemed to have gotten the whole breathing oxygen thing under control again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex said, voice a little raspy.
Cash winced at that. “Sorry, man.”
“No big deal. Me, too,” he said, glancing down to Cash’s protectively cupped hand.
“I’ll live,” Cash said with a wry grin.
“So, I guess that was maybe kind of a stupid idea, huh?” Alex sounded a little sad about it.
“No,” Cash replied. He reached for Alex and pulled him down, half next to and half on top of Cash, only narrowly missing a knee to the balls. “We just need practice.”
Alex let out a short laugh before he could stop it, “Wow, brave.”
“I’m just noble. I want you to be able to practice,” Cash said magnanimously, “You might need that skill someday.”
“Dick!” Alex exclaimed, punching Cash in the shoulder.
“I’m just saying! It could make or break our band!” Cash managed through a laugh.
“I hate you,” Alex said, dropping his forehead against Cash’s chest.
“You love me,” Cash taunted.
“…Maybe,” Alex allowed, “Maybe.”
Cash’s smile was blindingly bright.
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That does sound like a good idea, perhaps I will. :D
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(please ignore the fact that i read slash before even getting out of bed nowadays.)
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(lol)
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i love this
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