we are the wild youth

twenty-one year old dancer in new york. i also work at a bar

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin had a towel wrapped around his waist when he saw August get out of the shower. He looked down at the pair of jeans he already had out, figuring that the best distraction would be Xander and his mockery. He couldn’t handle the warmth for much longer, he realized. This illusion that he’d built up for the past 36 hours was due to come to an end, and he believed that the faster that happened, the easier it’d be to adjust back to his everyday schedule. August was merely nothing more than a warm mouth, he reminded himself as he pulled his jeans up and buttoned a plaid shirt to his torso.

[augusthbu]

August moved past Griffin into the bedroom where his clothes were. He dried off a bit more, then grabbed his clothes, putting them on and making a mental note to shower for real when he got home and put on his pajamas and lay around. He didn’t like feeling this way, but he didn’t know how to get rid of the way he felt. He had to wonder what exactly was so broken and wrong with him that no one could like him. He felt like he was a nice person, like he was a good person. He felt like he deserved someone who liked him and didn’t get mad when he hugged them. Maybe he was so broken, so fucked up, that no one could ever feel that way about him. Maybe he was destined for no one to ever love him. He felt tears threatening to spill over, only causing him to want to get out of here faster. He left the towel on the floor and made it for the door. He had all his things and that was all he needed. “Bye, Griffin,” he said, opening the door and stepping outside. He only made it about a block or so away from his house before collapsed onto the street and broke down crying.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin didn’t say a word as August spoke, his smile stretching on for miles. He couldn’t let himself feel obliged to this person, this one being who had managed to make him feel as though his heart was constricting in it’s place, trying to escape to a much more free place. He still felt August’s warm grip burning marks on the curves of his hips, their chests pressed placid against each other. It ached, was the thing; this slow falling apart, knowing he wasn’t in control of the emotions he felt for this boy. He needed to let himself take a break, to disconnect and have a more stable peace of mind. He grabbed a handful of August’s hair and tugged him into the shower head, pushing his hair back as the water rinsed out the soap bubbles. He blinked exactly four times, never moving his eyes from the other’s, before reaching for the handle to turn off the water. He couldn’t speak as he wriggled out of August’s grip, opening the glass door to exit the shower.

[augusthbu]

August looked up briefly, smiling a little when he saw Griffin doing the same. He really liked this. It was so nice. When he felt Griffin tug at his hair, he opened his eyes, frowning a little as the water washed out the shampoo. His arms left Griffin’s waist, using a hand to rub at his hair He frowned when he turned off the water, thinking shampooing wasn’t really enough, but even more so, wondering why Griffin was mad at him all of a sudden. He felt sick all over again. What had he done? Was hugging too intimate? He really needed to go home, he realized. He’d have to leave after he got dressed, he told himself. After a minute, he stepped out, too, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. 

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin was a bit surprised by the arms around his waist, felt a bit flustered by the closeness that wasn’t providing him sexual arousal. He made a small noise at that, slowly circling his own arms around August’s waist while leaning forward so his head laid on the boy’s chest. Truthfully, Griffin could only stand there for a moment before pulling back to make himself bigger as he let the boy’s head lay on his chest. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling a small swell in his chest that felt foreign and new. He couldn’t keep giving himself to August in small bits of sweet touches and meaningless gestures. He unwrapped his arms from the boy’s waist, grabbing his shampoo bottle. He squirted some onto his hands, bringing them up to August’s hair to massage the substance in, pressing a small and light kiss to the boy’s eyelids. I’m so far gone, he thought as he laid another to his right cheek.

[augusthbu]

August felt nerves fill his stomach as Griffin made a noise, but when he felt the other’s arms on him, he smiled and relaxed. He held the other tightly, not wanting to lose him, as if he would slip away and leave any minute now. When Griffin made himself bigger, August shrunk down himself, leaning his head against Griffin’s chest and letting out a content sigh. He wanted to ask him to never leave, to beg him to stay forever, to tell him no one had ever made him feel this way, and he’d never wanted someone more, and wasn’t sure how he could ever find someone like Griffin again. But he kept his mouth closed, because he was worried if he said it, that it would make Griffin want to leave even more. Even when Griffin pulled away, August kept his grip on him. He smiled, nudging Griffin’s hands with his head as the other shampooed his hair. “M’gonna smell like you now,” he whispered, smiling brighter as he felt kisses on his skin.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin laughed lightly as August moaned through his orgasm, his hold tightening naturally when he felt the boy’s body loosen in his grip. He placed a hand on the wet shower wall, thrusting up into the sweet boy in his arms as he felt himself coming, a long drawn out moan topping the sounds of the shower head’s steady stream of water. He exhaled deeply when he felt significantly as though he was back to himself. He pulled out of August, stepping a little bit back into the water stream. He had a small, lazy smile on his face as his eyes fell to the water going down the drain, trailing back up the younger boy’s body.

[augusthbu]

August held onto Griffin as he rode out his orgasm, letting out a loud moan and holding onto him too tightly, letting up a little when he started coming down from his high. When he felt the other come, he kissed his neck, peppering his lips on the wet skin. He tightened around him, trying to help him through his orgasm. When Griffin pulled out, August moved is feet to the shower floor easily, moving a bit closer to him and wrapping his arms around his waist. He wanted to hug Griffin like this, just be close to him, all the time. 

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin attached his mouth to the bare, smooth skin of August’s neck, sucking harshly to accommodate for the tightness around his dick that was threatening to push him over the edge already. He wrapped one hand around the back of the boy’s neck to bring him closer while he moaned and gripped at his own back. The blue eyed boy kept a solid, fast pace with his hips, rocking up into August like getting him off was his job. If fucking people paid, Griffin could certainly be the top on the job. He rolled his hips slowly as his orgasm threatened his thrusts, his eyes falling shut tightly as he rode out the smooth sensation before re positioning August so he could pound up into him, a solid hand against the wall and another holding the boy up by his thigh. “So good, tight tight tight," he exhaled, bringing his eyes to August’s. "Look at me, look at me when you cum. And make that pretty face," he directed, eyes hazing over as droplets from the shower head leaked down from his drooping fringe into view.

[augusthbu]

August moaned loudly, the combination of Griffin’s mouth on him and dick in him driving him mad. He gripped him tightly with his legs and his arms, pulling him closer and closer as he pounded into him. He let out a small whimper, his body threatening to come with every thrust. He closed his eyes, his mouth forming an o shape as he moaned. “Fuck, so good, so good, fuck me, oh fuck,” he moaned, his mouth moving against the skin of Griffin’s shoulder. “Fuck, fuck me, fuck,” he moaned louder, nearly crying from the pleasure of it when Griffin repositioned him and thrust into him harder. He forced his eyes open, looking the other in the eyes as he grew closer. “Fuck, fuck,” he half whimpered, half moaned, as he came, his fingernails pulling up Griffin’s back as he focused on the blue-eyed boy’s face.

[griffinlebeau]

"Please what? Could you tell me?" Griffin slowly and surely pulled his finger out of August, standing to grip the boy’s hips and turn him around. When blue met green, Griffin’s nails surged into the soft skin above August’s hip bone, his dick rubbing against the younger’s thigh as he leaned in to bite harshly down on his neck and collarbone, mostly trying to get a rise out of him. He lifted moved his hands towards the undersides of August’s thighs and lifted his lips to whisper, "Jump," before catching the boy firmly. He reached in between their bodies and aligned his dick to August’s entrance, slipping only the head in before pulling it out slowly only to push it back in a bit further. He ran a hand through August’s wet hair, completely aware of how his dick was rubbing against their abdomens as Griffin thrusted once, quick and hard so he was fully inside August. "Shit, tight," he groaned, pulling out quicker this time and thrusting up, dangerously close to August’s prostate.

[augusthbu]

August let out a low groan, unable to find the words he needed. “Please, I need you. I need you, please,” he whispered. When he felt Griffin’s fingers move from him, he whimpered loudly. However, when he felt the other move him around, his eyes meeting the other’s, he felt a bit more relaxed. He whined a little at Griffin’s mouth on his skin, letting out a louder whimper. He nodded a little, jumping up carefully as not to fall, so Griffin could pick him up. He was kind of amazed at how easily the other could pick him up. “Griffin,” he moaned as the other pushed into him. He let his head fall back harshly against the shower, a louder moan leaving his lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck,” he moaned, his hands gripping at Griffin’s bare back.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin could hear the desperation in August’s voice, from the way it wavered to the arch in his back and the whining against the wall. He was no idiot, knew that the little signs he kept picking up from August only meant he was becoming accustomed to him. He knew from the quiver of his thighs and his rapid breathing when he was just aching to come, or when he was actually about to. In this instance, he was in the middle of both stages. Griffin slid a finger alongside where his tongue was moving in and out. He was just prolonging August’s want, thoroughly enjoying the whimpers and whines he kept omitting.

[augusthbu]

There was something about the way Griffin was moving and how he knew just what to do that almost drove August more insane than the actual act itself. He ached to bite his lip, hold back his obscene moans that he couldn’t seem to stop from spilling out, but he wanted to be a good boy. He moaned even louder as he felt a finger in addition to Griffin’s tongue. “Griffin,” he moaned, pushing back towards his face. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it to give him something to grip. He wanted to see the other, but there was no real way to do so comfortably. “Please, please,” he begged, though he wasn’t sure what for.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin let out a hot breath of air against August’s neck where his teeth were grazed. He reached up with his other hand and gripped the boy’s dick, firm and tight around the base so he wouldn’t come as his fingers finally came in contact with where August was begging for. “Want me?” He murmured, grinning from ear to ear as he pulled his fingers from the boy, dropping to his knees. “Want me here, sweetheart?” He grabbed August’s cheeks and spread them, his breath ghosting over the other’s rim. He slid his thumb over the red flesh, licking a thick stripe before going over it rapidly for just a few seconds. Griffin didn’t want August to come yet, continuously prolonging it by doing things to bring him to the edge only to pull him back.

[augusthbu]

August shivered at the hot air on his wet skin. He was going to lose his shit pretty soon, he was sure of it. Griffin was insane. He was so hot. He moaned when Griffin both gripped his dick and pressed his fingers where he wanted, his head pressing against the wall harder. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, please,” he begged, whining when he pulled his fingers out. August felt his knees buckle a little when he realized what Griffin was doing. “Fuck,” he managed to mutter, her voice as weak as his legs. His back arched even more as he felt the other’s tongue on his sensitive skin, letting out a low moan. “Fuck,” he whined, his voice almost sounding like he was close to tears. “So good,” he breathed. 

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin didn’t even pull his finger out all the way before wriggling in another next to his first, well aware that August was still stretched out from his orgasm on the bed. The older boy twisted his fingers as he slid them up agonizingly slow, biting down on the taller boy’s shoulder, sucking marks up the back side of his neck and shoulder. He ignored the vague whisper from August, focusing on the noises he was making instead, how they shot straight to his dick and made him scissor the other open quicker. He was directly avoiding his prostate on purpose, wanting to save the waves of pleasure for when his dick could do the job. Griffin grinned against August’s shoulder while sliding in a third digit, wriggling his fingers and biting back stifled groans at the heat this boy was omitting.

[augusthbu]

August let out a breathy whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as Griffin added another finger. He thought it was insane that someone could be so skilled with their fingers, that someone could make him feel this way. A moan that very nearly came out in a whine left his lips, and he found himself pressing back against Griffin. He wanted more, more of Griffin. It was if Griffin were a drug he couldn’t ever get enough of. It was intoxicating. He wanted more and more until he couldn’t take anymore. He arched his back a little, the fingers moving in him but not hitting where he wanted driving him absolutely insane. “Griffin. Please. Want you,” he moaned, his words coming out choppy as he tried to control himself.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin grinned, blinking a few times before grabbing both of August’s wrists to pin them above his head against the shower wall. With his other hand, Griffin brought his thumb up to August’s bottom lip, lightly pulling down on it. “Don’t bite,” he ordered, pressing one more small kiss to his lips for good measure before flipping the boy so his back was facing Griffin. The older boy kept August’s hands pinned above his head, letting himself watch the way the water from the shower head ran down his back. Griffin definitely did not feel his heart swell when August dismissed his last time having sex in a shower. He slid his hand over the curve of the boy’s bum, running his thumb over his hole. “M’gonna open you up a little more,” he replied, pressing his index finger in until he was knuckles deep.

[augusthbu]

August swallowed anxiously, this whole thing too much in the best way. He felt suffocated, if he were honest, but it was amazing. “Okay,” he whispered, licking his lips after kissing Griffin. He moved against the wall easily, leaning his face against the cold, wet shower wall. He felt so powerless, but he found that he didn’t really mind. Maybe it was just how he was, but he was pretty sure it was Griffin, and that scared him a little. “I trust you,” he whispered, letting out a small moan when he felt Griffin push into him. He was so eager in the weirdest way. Never in his life had he been so eager to have sex with someone than he was with this boy. 

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin let his eyes close when August started taking initiative. He pressed his hips to the other’s, holding onto his edge of dominance even as he was desperate for a release. He could still sense the sleepiness of this morning, could still feel how warm August’s chest was. Griffin mimicked the green eyed boy, lightly mouthing across August’s jaw with his teeth. He sucked a light mark at the edge of his jaw, moving his hand to the small curve where August’s back stopped. “Have you ever done it in a shower?” Griffin’s mouth ghosted over the smooth skin of the dark haired boy.

[augusthbu]

August felt himself growing harder. Between Griffin’s lips on him, and the fact that his hips were pressed against his own, he was a complete mess, and he couldn’t hide anything. He held onto the other tightly as he kissed and nipped at his skin, letting out a low and whiney moan. He nodded a little, his hands still holding onto Griffin, pulling him closer and closer still. “Yeah, yeah. Once. But it wasn’t anything special,” he whispered, his knees feeling weak as the other mouthed over his skin. He bit his lip, closing his eyes, and leaned his head against the shower wall.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin smirked, “That’s funny, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you loved me.” He stepped forward and ran a wet hand down August’s chest, leaning the small distance up to press his lips unforgivingly to his. He rolled his thumb over the boy’s nipple over and over, pinching it and giving it a light tug as he did the same to August’s lip, slowly letting his hand trail further down his body. He took small steps back, pulling the pliant boy with him. Griffin didn’t hesitate to chuckle lowly against August’s lips, pressing a few kisses to the side junction of his mouth. “What did you have in mind?” He looked from red lips to green eyes, emphasizing the light hand on August’s hip by rubbing a circle with his thumb.

[augusthbu]

August laughed a little, though it was nervous. He wasn’t in love with Griffin, but he could see it happening rather easily. He bit his lip as the other’s hand moved down his chest, only letting his lip move from between his teeth when he felt the other kiss him. It wasn’t fair how someone could have such an effect on someone else. Griffin made August feel weak and sick because of it. He loved it, though. He ached for it. It was strange, too, because he’d only just met this tattooed boy, and yet he couldn’t get him out of his mind. It was the strangest thing that had happened to him yet. He moaned into the other’s mouth, his hands clinging to his bare shoulders in an attempt to have something to hold onto. “I don’t know. Anything,” he said quietly, his lips moving to kiss his jaw, then neck. He could get high off this, he decided. He liked it; he liked it a lot.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin stripped his clothes, stepping into his wide, glass shower room. He pulled the door close and cringed slightly as the cool jet stream of water hit his bare chest, previously warm from having August’s head on it. He let his head hang as the water started to heat up, running a hand through his wet hair as he saw the outline of August getting out of bed through the glass. He grinned as he approached, opening the shower door to let the boy in. He turned his body away from him, stepping back into the water. “I like the sound of your voice in the morning,” he replied, though it had well been half an hour since Griffin had waken August up. He could still here how low it was from sleeping.

[augusthbu]

August felt pretty nervous about this, but he had to get over it. He couldn’t be afraid forever, right? Plus Griffin hadn’t given him a reason to be afraid. “Thanks. I like your, um, everything,” he whispered really quietly, not wanting the other to actually hear that last part. He pushed his boxers off, climbing into the shower. “I haven’t showered with someone in a long time,” he laughed a little. He moved under the water, letting his hair get wet and his body soak. “What’s the plan here?” he asked with a small laugh, raising an eyebrow.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin’s eyes fell closed for a few minutes as he listened to the soft sigh August exhaled and then his smooth line of breaths afterwards. He ran his fingers lightly up the boy’s arm, mouthing lazily at his neck while resisting the urge to fall back asleep in all this warmth and closeness. Griffin was absolutely wrecked without doubt in this whole situation, and it’d become all too much to refuse at this point. He just wanted to quietly appreciate this boy without the arguments in his head about how unlikely this was to happen to the real Griffin, who was aggressive and couldn’t stay with one guy long enough to call it a relationship. He sat up when he felt his stomach flip from over thinking the position of where this was heading, letting his hand ran down August’s back as he slowly stood from the bed and peeled off his shirt, throwing it towards his closet. “Five minutes, princess.”

[augusthbu]

There were no words to describe this feeling. Laying in bed with someone and cuddling had always been one of August’s favorite things,  but somehow Griffin being the someone made it better. Maybe it was the way his lips moved on his skin, or how his hands moved on his arm, or just the way his breathing felt against August’s neck. Whatever it was, he loved it, and he wanted more. He wanted to break all of Griffin’s rules. He wanted to be everything that Griffin said he never wanted and never had. The curly haired boy opened his eyes with a slight frown, but nodded a little when he heard Griffin’s words. He laid back, closing his eyes, giving Griffin time to start the shower. After about five minutes, he pulled himself out of bed and went to where he assumed the bathroom was from the sound of water. “Can I come in?” he asked with a grin.

[griffinlebeau]

Warm stripes of cum went straight down Griffin’s throat as he pursed his lips around the head of August’s dick and sucked lightly, allowing every last drop to be sucked out before gently letting his dick rest against his stomach. He pulled his fingers out of August, wiping the lube off on his bed sheets before crawling back up to where the space was still warm from being laid on. Griffin tucked himself next to August and wrapped his arms around his torso, engulfing himself in warmth. He reached down to pull the duvet up to their belly buttons, before Griffin yawned quietly into August’s shoulder. “Can I fuck you in the shower in twenty?” he murmured, pressing the junction of his face into the younger boy’s neck.

[augusthbu]

A high washed over August that could only be the sort of high that came from someone sucking his dick. When the elder crawled up to lay with him, he curled into him easily, letting their bodies just lay together. He sighed happily as the duvet covered his skin, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Griffin’s. He nodded a little in response to his question. He would gladly let Griffin fuck him. He’d let him do whatever he wanted, honestly. “Of course,” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed. He just wanted to relax as much as possible right now.

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin allowed himself the pleasure of being consumed by August’s sounds, twisting his fingers thoughtfully while hallowing his cheeks around the boy’s dick. The elder man found it hard to concentrate on one thing, as August squirmed and the morning sun shone in through his curtains that looked tossed from his grumpy awakening the morning before, finding his bed cold and empty. Griffin didn’t know what he’d been expecting, in truth. He just found it flustering that he couldn’t get proper sleep without feeling the need to hold. It was all the need for lust, he thought, as he pulled his fingers out of August before slamming them back up gently but rough enough to pull a moan out of the other. If his mouth was unoccupied and his lips were in kissing reach, he’d claw at the raw skin of August’s hips and back and demand he yelled when something felt good, encourage him to speak up and be endlessly passionate about being fucked. Griffin was, frankly, spontaneous, and he prospered off of attention being given to the best of his abilities. Of these things, he was quite certain pleasing a man was one of them, and as he pulled off August’s cock to take a breath, he nipped at the soft skin on his hip bone completely aware that the gratification he was getting would be a temporary let down once more.

[augusthbu]

The breath that left August’s mouth wavered a little as the other both moved his fingers and hallowed his cheeks. He felt so close, and he didn’t really want this to end, but he couldn’t help it. He let out breathy moans, moans that felt like they were overflowing in his mouth, aching to fill the air, to let Griffin know he was amazing at this. August’s back arched as the blue eyed boy slammed his fingers back into him, biting his bottom lip harsh enough to draw blood. “Griffin, I’m-“ his voice came out low and rough, his body so close and achingly so. As he felt his teen on his skin, his fingers still at it, August didn’t know how he was going to survive this. Not the sex itself, but the being whatever it was he was with this boy with tattoos up his arms. He wasn’t sure if they were dating, no, he knew they weren’t, but he knew this wasn’t Griffin’s normal way. He moaned, his body shaking a little as he finally came, shooting into Griffin’s mouth and feeling a bit apologetic for not giving him any warning. 

[griffinlebeau]

Griffin pulled his fingers out of August’s mouth slowly, bringing them back down to the boy’s entrance. He rubbed a digit around the tight ring of muscles before slowly pushing it in, not giving a moment to rest until he was knuckles deep. He twisted his finger and curled it slightly as he pulled it out, his left hand pumping August’s dick gradually. Griffin loved hearing the other say his name whenever he did something different. The moans sounded like they were being pulled out of his chest. The elder slid another finger alongside the one he had in and moved his fingers slowly, aiming towards August’s prostate. He knew he’d hit it when his fingers brushed against something lightly. Griffin grinned and picked up pace in his fingers, making sure to touch the spot August wanted most.

[augusthbu]

Bright green eyes, blown with lust, followed Griffin's fingers as they moved from his own mouth to the space between them. All too quickly, August felt his fingers pushing inside him, causing him to whine and whimper. He squirmed a little as he felt the other's finger knuckle deep already. It was all too much. It was too much the way he felt like he could trust Griffin completely with something like this. It was too much the way he liked Griffin so much. He pushed back onto his fingers, especially when he added another. When he felt his fingers brush just that spot, he let out a sultry moan, the sound cracking a little when he sped up his fingers. He wanted more, but he didn't know how to ask for more, so he let himself be content with what he had.