omg are you guys back?? Ahhhh I love the new fic!!!
i hope so! and thank you!!! i am working on a longer patbrian fic right now. itās probably not gonna be kinky or anything though. itās more of me trying to get back in their headspaces and remember how to fucking characterize. but iām having fun with it because man have they become a lot closer friends over the past year. which is absolute gold for writing! i may try and answer some of the prompts that have been sitting in our inbox for months, but iām not even sure if the askers are still aroundā¦..
Thank god for the hot water tanks in nice hotels. The porcelain is hard under Brianās knees and his jaw is beginning to ache, but the water is blissfully hot and the air is thick with steam and the scent of Griffinās soap. Brianās head feels a little light.
Griffin pulls him off with the hand in his hair, surprisingly gentle. āDonāt pass out on me,ā he says, tipping Brianās face up to look at him.
āOkay,ā Brian says, and Griffin laughs a little. Brian doesnāt know what at, but it makes him flush anyway. Or maybe itās the heat. He is breathing kind of hard.
āJesus, youāre pretty.ā Griffin takes his other hand off the tiled wall and presses his thumb into the centre of Brianās lower lip, pulls it down just a little. āYou doing okay?ā
āYeah.ā Brian takes a deep breath as if to prove it. āIām good.ā He leans in and takes the head of Griffinās cock into his mouth, but Griffin pulls him off again only to deliver a quick tap to his cheek. Brian makes a sound, half shock and half encouragement, and the next one comes down a little harder, enough to snap his head to the side a little. His whimper seems to echo in the shower stall, but he knows that canāt be right. His cheek stings, but only for a moment. He waits for another blow, and when it doesnāt come he looks back up and blinks. He doesnāt talk more than he has to, when theyāre like this; heāll only ask for it if Griffin makes him.
Griffinās staring down at him, his face unreadable, and then the hand in Brianās hair tightens so hard and sudden that Brian whines. āGod,ā Griffin says through gritted teeth, easing up just enough. He steps in, even closer than before, so that Brian has to lean back a little. He stops craning his neck to look up and just focuses on not falling backwards against the cold tile. Griffinās dick is touching his cheek, but he doesnāt try anything yet. āGod, you make me want to be - Iām gonna fuck your face.ā
Brian tries to nod despite his sore scalp and the still firm grip Griffin has on his air.
āYouāre gonna hit my leg if you need to breathe,ā Griffin tells him, and Brian nods again.
āOkay,ā Griffin says, and then heās guiding his cock into Brianās mouth, sliding along his tongue. Brian doesnāt quite have time to relax and gags just the tiniest bit, but Griffin ignores it. He doesnāt take long to find a rhythm, slow but punishingly deep. Brian focuses everything on dropping his throat and timing his breaths; despite what Griffin said about hitting his leg, heās generous enough with each pause. Brian starts to really relax after a bit, finding himself comfortable with the measured pace and even the depth of each thrust, which is almost like exercise - it takes effort but heāll be better for it. Itās a weird, hazy thought that doesnāt make much sense, but he feels it anyway, and he lets out a quiet little moan, cut off by the next time Griffin sinks into his throat. He wants to touch himself, match the easy rhythm and finally let his dick have some relief, but he doesnāt dare.
Griffin starts to speed up, then, and the sudden change pulls a different sound from him, small and startled. The hand in his hair twists until he has to rise up the tiniest bit to meet it, and then Griffin pushes in so hard and fast that his eyes, which had only been glazed with tears, immediately well up. An involuntary tear rolls down his cheek. Griffin doesnāt seem to notice, and he holds himself there for a second longer than he had been, before he pulls out and lets Brian sink down again. Brian winces; his knees, which had become almost numb to the discomfort, radiate a fresh ache as they hit the porcelain again.
āYou told me not to go easy,ā Griffin says softly, pulling out so just the head is resting on Brianās tongue. āDidnāt you?ā
After a moment of hesitation, Brian gives a thick-sounding uh-huh, but he canāt exactly talk like this, and Griffin thrusts so immediately that Brian knows he was waiting for him to try. The word gets shoved into the back of his throat and this time when Griffin pulls back he doesnāt go quite so far, and Brian canāt quite breathe around it. Griffin keeps thrusting, shallow but merciless, till Brianās chest is convulsing with effort and his dick is starting to fucking ache. It canāt be long before Griffin lets up, because the need for air isnāt yet more than a quiet hum in the back of his head, but it feels like forever. Brian gasps, and then tries to pace himself and take in slower, deeper breaths to get the most out of these precious seconds.
āHard enough for you?ā Griffin asks, and his tone would be conversational if he didnāt sound a little out of breath himself. He pulls out entirely, and steps back just enough that Brian can see his face again. This time Brian doesnāt try to talk, just blinks wet lashes up at him and keeps his lips parted and tries to look sweet.
āNow youāre getting it,ā Griffin says, and Brian lets out a shaky breath at the sort-of praise. āHey, what do you think? Next time you say something dumb enough I just put something in there. My fingers. My dick. Your fingers, if weāre not in the same state. Youād do that if I told you to, wouldnāt you? Push your fingers into your throat till you remembered to shut the fuck up?ā
Brian wants to say yes, wants to hum or moan or whine his agreement, and he sucks his lower lip into his mouth to stop himself.
āYeah,ā Griffin murmurs, and then he grips Brianās jaw and pulls the lip from between Brianās teeth and fucks back inside. The ache in his jaw feels fresh again, but he makes himself relax. āI bet youāre getting tired,ā Griffin says, and he doesnāt wait for an answer before heās pulling Brian closer, till Brianās nose hits the base of his cock and Brian canāt stop himself from gagging then - but thereās nowhere for him to go, so he just shakes through it. Griffin pulls him off and lets him gasp for air. āI donāt care. I think you know that, but Iām just reminding you. All I care about is whether youāre getting enough air to your stupid little brain.ā
Brian shuts his eyes and floats in the blank dark space behind his lids. He feels stupid right now, like language is beyond him and Griffinās done something pathetically kind by taking it away. The world is reduced to this tiny shower stall and a string of sensations - the dull pain in his knees and jaw, the tight skin on his face where tear tracks have dried, the heavy taste of Griffinās precome on the back of his tongue, the solid, comforting grip of Griffinās hand on the back of his head.
āBut Iām going to come soon,ā Griffin goes on, ābefore I get bored of you. So donāt go getting lazy now.ā
Brian doesnāt. His throat is getting tired too, of course it is, but he drops it open and leans into Griffinās thrusts until he canāt anymore, until each movement is hard enough that heās letting out tiny involuntary noises, and he wonders if the inside of your throat can bruise. The noises seem to be serving as encouragement; Griffinās breathing is quickly becoming ragged, with an edge to it. Brian stops trying to swallow them and lets out each choked-off sound, punctuating every snap of Griffinās hips.
āGod,ā Griffin groans. His voice is tight and heās starting to lose his rhythm a little, his hips stuttering. He pulls out suddenly, gets a hand on himself and lasts only a few strokes before heās coming on Brianās face. āFuck. You good?ā
Brian leans into the hand Griffin puts on his cheek and wonders if Griffin will jerk him off. He likes that best; it lets Griffin talk him through it, in that gravel voice he gets sometimes. āSuper good,ā Brian says. āThe best.ā
Griffin lets out a little huff of amusement and wipes a bead of come from his lower lashes. āOkay,ā he says. āJoin me in the bedroom when youāre ready.ā
Brian nods, and Griffin steps out of the stall, grabs a plush white towel from the rack and scrubs it over his hair. Brian tips his face up and lets the hot water stream over him, washing away the come. He enjoys the heat for a moment, and then opens his eyes just in time to see Griffin reach back inside the stall to turn off the water. Fair enough; theyāve used more than their share, and heās mostly clean already.
Instead, heās hit with an icy shock as the water turns suddenly cold, so cold he hears himself whimper. Griffinās turning away, wrapping the towel around his hips and heading back out into the hotel room, and Brian is still so shocked he takes a moment to struggle to his feet and fumble for the faucet to turn it off.
āGriffin,ā he calls out, his voice thin and reproachful. Griffin is laughing. Somehow his dick has only gotten harder, and he knows itās going to hurt to walk, and if he thought his knees could take it he honestly might crawl out there instead.
hey just dropping by to say i love your fics! i literally always read them even if i'm not into the kink or the pairing - the writing is just *that* good. you guys are such talented writers, i can't even deal with it! it seems like you might be on hiatus which is totally cool, just wanted to send some positive vibes!
thank you so, so much for this lovely message. we donāt mean to be on hiatus - itās just been tough to get inspired lately, idk. we both have WIPs we feel guilty about and while iād love to say itās cause weāre too busy wedding planning or something, itās mostly just plain old writers block. i hope itāll clear up soon, and that weāll still have an audience when it does! all the best, anon ā¤ļø
have yall been watching the latest gng streams theyre... a lot
no jzjcjdj weāre literally three weeks behind n absorbing shit thru twitter screencaps etc. idk why but i, inparticular, canāt focus on hour long streams!! but we do plan to catch up because we have seen THINGS šš #santanico.txt
Hey i know it's been a while but any updates on the bratty brian fic? I dont want to be rude it's just you havent posted in a bit and i wasnt sure
oh anon itās not rude at all!!! i actually appreciate the mssges if only bc they shame me to look at google docs iāve been sitting on. tbh iām working a lot right now but hopefully soon iāll be normal full time and hopefully able to kick my own ass to write more. but i promise i havenāt given up, iāve just been distracted #santanico.txt
we want to sincerely apologize for the inconsistent times and dates of the g&g rabbit re-watches - we wanted to do one tomorrow but we forgot we have tickets to a concert and wonāt be able to. is there another evening this week that works? please feel free to reply here or send an ask!
aaaaaaaaaa im sorry i couldnt be on last night but maybe next week? thursdays and fridays are usually super busy for me
thanks!!! weāll keep that in mind, we might be able to do wednesday nights again if that works better for people? pleaseeee let us know, weāre having trouble figuring out whatās best for people. one of us is working every day of the week but maybe we could do sunday evenings or go back to wednesdays? seriously, let us know! itās sooo much more fun when we have more people!#santanico.txt
weāre gonna aim to stream this weekās gill and gilbert tomorrow (april 12) at 6pm PST (9pm est for reference). same room, will post a link tomorrow. no pressure, if you wanna be anonymous thatās totally chill! thank you xoxo
weāre gonna aim to stream this weekās gill and gilbert tomorrow (april 12) at 6pm PST (9pm est for reference). same room, will post a link tomorrow. no pressure, if you wanna be anonymous thatās totally chill! thank you xoxo
weāre gonna aim to stream this weekās gill and gilbert tomorrow (april 12) at 6pm PST (9pm est for reference). same room, will post a link tomorrow. no pressure, if you wanna be anonymous thatās totally chill! thank you xoxo
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