Title: Out of Control
By: weirdbagel
Rating: Heavy R
Pairing: David/Greg
Warnings: Sex and disorders
Summary: Random porn I wrote back in December that pabzi said I should post.David felt the weight of Greg's body settle on his abdomen. Hot, moist breath caressed that senstive spot just behind his ear. Cold fingertips trailed over his sides and naked hips. He finally opened his eyes to see Greg's bare, lightly tanned shoulder silhouetted against the warm glow of the rising sun.
"Morning." Greg breathed hotly, his lips brushing against the pale, warm flesh of David's neck.
"Your fingers are cold..." David wispered, lazily taking hold of Greg's hands.
"Nice to see you too..." Greg sat up with a huff. David smiled. Greg slowly smiled back; it was nearly impossible to stay angry at the man any more.
"You pulled another double shift..." David stated, bringing Gregs fingers to his mouth, kissing them softly and allowing his warm breath to heat them.
"Did you even get out of bed today?" Greg changed the subject. David was going to pester him again, it was in the air. Frustration. Greg had been pulling doubles for two weeks straight. Not that he had to, the cases weren't any higher or lower than usual. It was just... It was December. December ment holidays. And holidays ment stress. Greg had to keep himself occupied lest something traumatic were to happen. And something traumatic always happened.
"Greg." David commanded firmly, feeling Greg's hands grip his own. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Greg lowered his head, averting his eyes from David's. Please just drop it, Greg thought. "Just let it go, Dave." I don't need this right now...
David felt a light tug in his chest and, though he knew Greg always played this card, gave in. He pulled gingerly at Greg's neck, the other man almost too quickly following the movement into a gentle, hot kiss.
"David..." Greg panted against David's mouth.
"Hmm..." David's eyes half-opened, each glazed with lust. His breathing was supprisingly deep and calm compared to his lover's, even as his heart thudded loudly in his chest and tingled in his throat.
Greg wrapped his arms around David's neck, his fingers entangling themselves in David's disshelved hair. "Fuck me." He growled, grinding his hips into Davids, gasping suddenly as thier cocks pressed tight against eachother.
"Jesus..." David gasped, his hands immeadiately grabbing onto Greg's thin hips. Only now did he realize just how skinny Greg had gotten in just a few weeks. "Damn it Greg, have you even been eatting?"
"Maybe..." Greg lowered his arms, his hands sliding down to the waistband of David's sweatpants.
"Greg." David gulped, a hot shiver shaking through his spine. "St-Stop..."
Greg just covered David's protests with his mouth, kissing him viciously as he teased the man's hardening cock.
David knew he should have pulled away. Greg was resolving all his problems with sex; sex rarely solved anything. But, much to his own fault, Greg was a master at persuasion. He hadn't even noticed Greg had moved until he felt that oh so persuasive mouth on his eager erection.
"Fuck..."
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