OOC
tempted to write really hot, really kinky makeup sex with Ollipop just for Ally
So, do you still think I’m the scum of the earth?
I never thought that, Oliver.. I could never think such a thing..
Old Habits Die Hard. || Galiver.
Another loud moan escaped his lips as he was being manhandled. His hands automatically reached up and tangled them in Gavin’s hair, pulling him closer so his tongue could go deeper. And he all but pouted when the musician pulled back to speak. Craving more of the taste of his mouth but Gavin’s next words sent a shiver through his entire body. “Yes, master.” He purred before pushing him off so he could have enough room to perform this act properly. He started with his shirt, slowly rolling the fabric up his torso and over his head, tossing it to the side before unbuckling and slipping off his belt. He then turned around and hooked his thumbs into the space between the tight denim and his hips and slid then down, arching his back as he bent over to free himself completely of the jeans.
Gavin clenched his jaw tenaciously as he vigiled the boy stripping, practically feeling his pants grow tighter and tighter by mere painstaking second. The sight of that body, that succulent ass.. it caused the ravenous carnal adrenaline to course throughout him in more profuse, profound bouts. Paired with the fury boiling in his blood, at the idea of someone else’s grubby hands, mouth, eyes upon HIS boyfriend. As quickly as possible, the musician tore his shirt from his toned upper torso and tossed it to the linoleum beneath their feet. His unsteady fingers tripped over themselves to work on the button of his jeans, and shoved them from his waist; shivering as the draft suddenly struck the impossibly stiff erection that popped out to freedom. With swift motions, he reached up and tangled his fingers tightly in Oliver’s hair, tugging him back to an erect standing position, and shoving him back up against the wall. “Who do you belong to, again? Hm?” He inquired, voice laced with disdain, as he shoved his rock hard cock deep, rough into the male’s tight ass - stuffing him entirely, with one quick thrust. His hands pinned Oliver’s wrists above his head, to the wall. “Who do you fucking belong to?!”
Old Habits Die Hard. || Galiver.
Oliver barely had time to react to the slap that now was causing the entire side of his face to throb before he was being dragged across the room and pinned against the wall. His mind had managed to turn all of these actions into pleasure. Auto pilot for a call boy. But the tone of voice that accompanied the actions was not what he was used to. There was so much hatred in it. But this is what he deserved. And he knew it.
He squirmed a bit under the hold he was in. Not trying to break free but daring Gavin to tighten his grip. “Mmmh. Got it.” He responded, barely surpressing the moan that had forced it’s way up his throat. “Give me a reminder I won’t soon forget.” He used the little space he had to rub against the front of Gavin’s pants.
Gavin hissed euphorically as he felt Oliver rub against the front of his pants, his cock instantaneously reacting to the sensations and his surroundings and swelling. Harder than he could imagine, with his kinks playing out before him. Initiating the feeling of uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. “Oh, trust me, you’ll never fucking forget this..” He choked out, voice ridden with desire, before harshly gripping the boy’s slender waist and tugging him away from the wall - slamming his back against it this time with the force of his body weight. Flush against him. Hardly rendering any breathing space between them. His ravenous lips pressed hastily against the other’s, his tongue practically ravaging his mouth. With an abrupt snap of his hips, the musician began grinding hard against Oliver - grunts of delight spilling past his lips. “Strip for me. I want those damn clothes off.”
Old Habits Die Hard. || Galiver.
The tears welled up in his eyes as he kept them focused solely on his hands. Taking every word that fell from his boyfriend’s lips and filing them away. He knew it was wrong when he had decided to do it. But did that stop him? No. He wanted that part. Thought it would make him happy. But, now that he had it, he didn’t want it. Especially if it cost him Gavin. Oliver jumped at the sound of the lamp hitting the wall, finally breaking the stare he had on his hands, just in time to be met with the fiery glare of the musician. How did he manage to be so hot when he was angry. No. Now was not the time to be thinking that way.
“I…I don’t fucking know what’s wrong with me, okay? I don’t. If I did, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” He said just loud enough to be heard. He didn’t want this to turn into a screaming match. It wouldn’t solve anything. He stood from the couch and approached Gavin. “And I deserve everything you want to say to me right now. Every bit of it. Because I’m nothing but slut.” He was now within touching distance. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You have been the portrait of a perfect boyfriend.” He reached out his hand to brush it against Gavin’s face knowing the reaction it would no doubt cause given the current situation but also not caring.
“You need help, Oliver. You need some fucking help.” A tremulous sigh fell from Gavin’s lips as Oliver voiced his response, feeling pungent tears conjuring up behind his eyes with the mere sound of his voice. Half of his mind contemplated forgiving him; allowing the argument to subside before it turned into a World War III situation, and pretending nothing even happened. Just for the sake of not losing his boyfriend. But another, more prominent half urged him to put his foot down. Stand his ground. Voice the fact Oliver belonged to HIM, and how shit like this broke his already dilapidated heart beyond repair. “You need help because.. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep doing this, Oliver. You either have me, or be a little fucking slut and whore yourself out to dirty paying men. You can’t have both.” He proceeded through clenched teeth. The musician took in breath after shaky breath in attempts to console himself. Though his attempts proved futile the instant he felt the other’s hand upon his cheek; heard his words of pure kiss ass-ery. It was like adding gasoline to an ignited flame.
“Don’t you dare fucking patronize me!” Gavin growled, back-handing the svelte bit across the face with as much strength as he could muster. The pernicious beast cloistered within him had been released. Without hesitation, he reached up and tangled his fingers in his silky tresses, tugging hard and dragging him across the room abruptly. Dragging him until he reached the wall, and throwing him against it carelessly. “You know what? No more fighting. No more apologies, no more tears, no more excuses. No more yelling. I’m just going to show you just who the fuck you belong to, got it?” He hissed, disdain dripping from each word. He grabbed Oliver’s arms and pinned them tenaciously behind his back; before pressing his body flush against him from behind, placing his lips to his ear. “Got it?”
Old Habits Die Hard. || Galiver.
Oliver looked down at his hands, anxiety rising in his chest. This was going to end very badly. Especially since he had acted selfishly. “I…” he tried to look up at his boyfriend but he couldn’t. He took a deep breath and rubbed at his hands nervously. Just say it. Get it over with. Ruin your perfect new life. “I slept with the casting director.” his words came out quickly. Like, if he said them fast enough, they wouldn’t hurt as bad. But he knew they would. “To get the part…” Those words came out as a hoarse whisper. He bit his lip, still refusing to look up at Gavin.
Gavin’s face fell as those words spilled from his counterpart’s lips; the world all but ceasing it’s rotations around him as each word hit him with it’s own tenacious power. Each word took their harsh blow. He felt as his heart sank into a dark abyss within him, and shattered beyond it’s already dilapidated condition. “You.. What?” He inquired through clenched teeth, mind abandoning his body entirely and allowing anger to become prominent over all else. The musician placed his guitar by his side upon the couch and slowly stood up, turning away from Oliver - simply not being able to look at him. He was disgusted with him. He was appalled. He felt used. He felt betrayed. He felt like a rigid blade just pierced through his back, by the hands of his boyfriend. “God DAMMIT OLIVER!” He bellowed furiously after a moment of silence, gripping the lamp from his side table and tossing it across the room roughly - watching in dismay as it shattered against the wall. “HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? AGAIN? A-FUCKING-GAIN? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” His yells spilled out with a venomous growl, before he turned around and finally faced the boy; his eyes flames of fervent fury. “Huh? Tell me that Oliver. Tell me what the HELL is wrong with you? Or, better yet, what the hell is wrong with me? I’ve done nothing but love you, give you what you want, save your fucking LIFE.. and this is how you repay me?”
Old Habits Die Hard. || Galiver.
He hadn’t meant for it to happen like this. Oliver had gone into that audition room prepared to win the role fair and square. But, after the director took a phone call in the middle of his audition piece, he decided it was time to bring out some of his old tricks. He hung back, waiting at the door where he was sure the guy would pass through on his way out. And, sure enough, he did. Oliver made his move, crossing in front of the other man knocking the papers out of his hands. “Oh! I’m so sorry, let me get those for you.” He sunk down to his knees and started stacking the papers back into a neat pile, bending over, arching his back and flaunting his ass as he reached for the papers that were farther away. He could feel the directors eyes boring into him, could feel the change in the air, he had him right where he wanted him. “I’m so clumsy, I swear.” his voice had taken on a more seductive quality. Something straight out of a porno. He was a bit out of practice, sure. But by the looks of it, this guy was into bad porn.
Half an hour later, he exited the building, feeling like the worst piece of shit ever. Sure, he had the part he wanted. But at what cost? He had to tell Gavin. He had to be honest. No matter the consequences. And he had a feeling there would be some major ones.
Oliver took a steadying breath as he turned the doorknob and swung the door open. He wasn’t looking forward to this. At all. What if he lost Gavin over this? What if he left? What if… he shook his head to rid himself of the negative thoughts, stripping himself of his jacket and walking into the living room. Gavin was there on the couch, beautiful as ever. Best lock this image of him in your head right now, slut. Because it’s about to be shattered. He sighed at his own mind’s words and took the few steps to the couch. “Hey…” he smiled softly, giving his musician a peck on the lips before he took the seat next to him.”We need to talk…” his face was set, emotionless, even though there were a million emotions swimming just underneath the surface.
“That just makes me a dumb human.. like you..” Gavin sang out soulfully, his fingers strumming effortlessly along the thick silver strings of the instrument cradled in his arms - losing himself in the music as per usual. This wasn’t a rare sight, of course, for the household. For Oliver to be out and about for his rehearsals or shopping or whatever was on his ceaseless list of to-dos for the day, and Gavin to be lounging around at home. Alone. With his guitar. Eagerly awaiting his boyfriend’s return for the evening. Though even with such excitement that had been accumulating throughout the day’s entity, he hardly even noticed [through his intent focus on his singing, and playing] that the boy in question had stepped inside. “Why do I feel this incredible need to stand up and say please! pay attention!” He proceeded to sing, eyes clenched shut as the resplendent vocals slipped past his lips, and pervaded the still silence surrounding him.
Though the sudden perception of the svelte boy’s greeting knocked him gently out of his musical haze; instead, his eyes glistening with an eager joy [that only ever appeared with that man around him] and a minuet smile growing across his features as excitement overcame him. “Hey there, Oli.” He leaned up and returned the chaste peck on the lips - though simply in his kiss, sensed something was wrong. His eyes morphed to a concerned gander as he took a look at his beloved. There was.. definitely something wrong. He could tell. In his eyes. His emotionless, vacant eyes. In his body. In his essence. Something was wrong. “What.. Uh, What is it? Is everything alright?”
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Glee Cast
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Fighter (From the TV Series "Glee")
I’ll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven. || Galiver~
“You’re adorable when you’re drugged.” A soft smile pulled at his features as he sat down in the (very uncomfortable) pleather chair. Scooting it as close to the bed as he possibly could. He needed to feel him. Needed to make sure he was still there. Even though it was obvious that he was. Almost losing his lover brought back a flood of memories from when he lost his brother. The situations were different, of course. But the pain of loss was all the same. The fear had set in that without Gavin in his life, he wouldn’t be able to feel love again. The crushing realization that he would live out the rest of his days in an empty apartment with his only form or ‘pleasure’ coming from the drugs and the random strangers who put down the money to fuck him. If he even stuck around long enough to live out that bleak future…
But none of that mattered. Because Gavin was still alive. He was still within reach and he still loved him. Oliver grabbed Gavin’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. The physical connection sending a warmth through his body. ”How is my knight in backless hospital gown feeling today?”
The musician’s intent hazel hues followed Oliver as he stepped into the minuet hospital room; his once exaggerated grin fading to a softer, fond smile of adoration. This was the boy he was hopelessly in love with. This was the boy who made this shitty life worth living. This was the boy.. he didn’t hesitate to take a bullet for. This was his world, sitting beside him, holding his hand. Making him feel things only he had the capability of making him feel. His Oliver. His everything. “Oh man, what a title. Knight in backless hospital gown.. Shit, you think I deserve something that powerful? That’s like.. really hardcore..” Gavin sniped, winking at the beautiful boy and stroking his thumb over the back of Oliver’s moisturized hand. With a pained sigh, he shifted his position; his grip of his boyfriend’s hand becoming more tenacious as pain coursed vapidly through him. At least the damn meds were working a little bit.
“I’m alright. Another day, another step towards recovery. I miss the hell out of you, though. And my bed. And my guitar..” He droned off, eyes getting lost in the design of the knitting in the blanket beneath their hands. “What about you? I mean.. It’s not everyday you almost get shot by a crazed ex-custom..uh, client. How are you?”
(Source: prettyboy-frontman)
