#gabestan

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Fan/Idol

Gabestan - asked by Patrick

Try as he might, Gabe couldn’t help but keep glancing at the man that was sitting at the same table as him at the coffee shop.  When he approached earlier and asked to take a seat, Gabe said it was fine without even looking up to see whom it was.  He was sitting there working on some project for one of his classes, so it didn’t bother him at all.  It wasn’t until he turned towards the other guy to ask to pass a napkin that he even saw who it was.  Gabe practically fell out of his chair when he recognized him.  There was no way this was happening.  No way.  Instead of saying anything, Gabe spent the next few minutes stealing glances.  However, it appeared the man was getting ready to leave.  Gabe would kick himself if he didn’t say anything, even if it was completely inarticulate.

  “U-um, excuse me.  A-are you..?”

  The man raised an eyebrow.  “Yeah?”

  Gabe looked around for a moment before lowering his voice.  “Nick Sampson?”

  The other man laughed.  “Yeah, I am.  But it’s actually Tristan.  Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

  “I’ve seen like everything you’ve been in.”

  “Wow.  That’s a lot of porn.”

  Gabe’s face turned bright red.  “I, um, like what you do.”

  “Clearly,” Tristan said with a smirk.  “What’s your name?”

  “Gabe.”

  “You’re pretty hot, Gabe.  You ever think of doing porn?”

  Gabe bit his lower lip as he looked down at the table, then back up at Tristan.  “I-I thought about it.  Every person I’ve had sex with has said that I have the dick for it.  But I don’t really know how to go about it.  And I’m pretty sure that’d cause a huge roadblock in me being a teacher.”

  “Well, if you’re as good as it seems, you might not have to worry about that.  You get paid a pretty penny for doing videos.  Especially the more things you’re willing to do.”  Tristan grabbed Gabe’s notebook and pen and started to write something down on a fresh sheet of paper.  “This Friday they’re doing an open call for the chance to be in a movie with me.  Get a fan involved, you know?  I definitely think you should come down and show the producers what you’ve got.”  He slid the notebook back over.  “If you have the equipment like they say you do, well, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other.”  Tristan winked as he stood up from his chair and left the coffee shop.

  Gabe was left in a slight daze as he watched the door swing shut.  Did that really just happen?  He pulled the paper towards him and read the information.  The place wasn’t that far from his apartment.  It might be worth it to check it out.  He was about to close his notebook when he saw some more writing in the corner.  It read ‘Or you can give me a private demonstration tonight’ scrawled directly above a phone number.  Suddenly the project he’d been working on was the last thing on Gabe’s mind.

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Met at Comic-Con AU

Gabestan - asked by Patrick

Tristan couldn’t believe that he was actually at Comic-Con.  He’d wanted to go for as long as he could remember, but there were many things that got in the way.  Money was usually the biggest issue.  Not only was the convention itself on the expensive side, but he had to pay for his travel expenses as well as the hotel that would be needed for a few days.  Most of the lodging prices got jacked up since the owners knew they would be flooded with people coming in for the convention.  The few times before when he could afford it, he simply couldn’t go for one reason or another.

  But finally the stars aligned and here he was in San Diego.  He’d only been there for a few hours so far but was already completely overwhelmed with everything.  Everywhere he turned there were people dressed in amazing costumes, many of which seemed to come directly off the pages of the comics.  Tristan glanced down at his own costume to compare it to the others.  Sure, his Sora outfit was more on the side of sexy than entirely accurate, but he didn’t care.  He’d worked hard on making it, and he worked hard on making his body look great.  Why not show it off a little bit?  Besides, there were a lot of people who were a lot worse than he was.

  Of course, it meant that he was practically always asked to be taken a picture with.  Tristan didn’t really mind.  It was actually kind of fun to be getting this much attention.  It led to some interesting shots, especially when he was with someone who was dressed as a more normal looking Sora.  They did the classic ‘this guy’ pose looking at each other.  Tristan did get a little annoyed when all the girls wanted to pose with him and pretty much use it as an excuse to feel him up.  There should have been more to it then that, but he couldn’t complain too much.  After all, there were probably people getting it a lot worse than him.

  Like the guy who seemed to have a huge throng of people practically swarming around him.  Tristan couldn’t see the person himself, but heard everyone saying how hot he looked.  Finally the crowd parted and Tristan’s jaw practically dropped.  Standing before him was by far the sexiest looking Aquaman he’d ever seen.  Shit.  Tristan thought he was in shape, but this guy practically put him to shame.  Suddenly the guy looked over and the two made eye contact.  Tristan could have sworn that the guy winked at him, but the couldn’t be sure.  Suddenly Aquaman guy was rushed again, so Tristan couldn’t talk to him.

  The rest of the day passed like it had earlier.  Tristan spent most of it taking pictures with people and just experiencing all that Comic-Con had to offer.  At the end of the whole thing, Tristan was waiting for the shuttle to his hotel to show up.  He’d just missed the other one, so it would be at least another twenty minutes before the next showed up.  He looked through his phone and flipped through the pictures to try to pass the time.

  “Are you sexy Sora?”

  Tristan turned around and saw Aquaman standing there, being not so subtle in his staring.  “Um, yeah.”

  Aquaman smiled.  “That’s fucking hot, man.”

  Tristan smirked.  “So you think I’m sexy?”

  The guy took a step forward.  “I’m thinking you have a great costume that looks good on you, but it’d look even better on the floor of my hotel room.”

  “You aren’t so bad looking yourself.  You’re making me actually start to like Aquaman.”

  The guy laughed.  “I bet I can make you like him a lot more.  Name’s Gabe.”

  “Tristan.”

  Gabe took another step closer.  “So, Tristan, what are you doing standing out here all by yourself?”

  Tristan leaned against his keyblade.  “I’m waiting for my hotel shuttle to come pick me up.”

  Gabe took one last step so that the two of them were only a few inches from each other.  “My hotel is only a few blocks away if you wanted to come hang out with me.”  He traced a finger down Tristan’s chest to his abs, sending a shudder through Tristan’s body.

  “That sounds like a good idea to me.”

  “Good.  Make sure you bring your keyblade.  And I’m not talking about the one you’re leaning on.”  Gabe winked at him, then turned and gestured for Tristan to follow.  Now Tristan was really glad that he managed to make it to the convention.

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coffee shop gabestan omg pls

Gabe almost missed the barista’s number.

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"Do it - My muse has yours pinned against the wall"

Gabestan - asked by Patrick

Tristan frowned when he realized that the bed that held Gabe in it the night before was currently empty.  He rolled out of bed and started to get dressed, pulling clothes out of his suitcase.  The two of them were set to leave Gabe’s family’s house later that day in order to beat a snowstorm they were supposed to get.  Tristan assumed that Gabe had gotten up early to spend as much time with his family as he could before they left, which he couldn’t blame him for.

  He walked down the hallway towards the stairs when he felt hands grab onto his arm and pull him through an open door.  Tristan stumbled into the room as he heard the door shut next to him.  He looked up to see Gabe standing right in front of him.  “Gabe, what the he-”  Tristan’s words were cut off when he was suddenly pushed against the wall and Gabe was pressing against him, kissing him fiercely.  Tristan managed to pull his face away.  “What the hell, Gabe?”

  “What?  A guy can’t make out with his boyfriend?”  Gabe tried to kiss him again, but Tristan kept what little distance he could.

  “You can, but like 24 hours ago you were freaking out about even mentioning to your parents that we were dating.”

  Gabe shrugged.  “Things change.”  He began to kiss at Tristan’s neck, occasionally sucking on it and nipping the skin.  Tristan knew it was a moot point.  Gabe had a distinct size advantage over him, so he was going to remain pinned against the wall for a while.  Might was well enjoy it.

  Tristan had just leaned his head back against the wall when he heard someone moving towards the room.  “Gabe.”  The other boy didn’t stop what he was doing, completely oblivious to the footsteps.  “Gabe, someone’s coming.”  His eyes moved towards the door.  “Gabe, we’re going to get caught.”

  “Let them catch us.”

  “I want your family to like me and not think I turned you into a horny perv, now let me go.”

  “You’re going to have to get out on your own.”

  Tristan tried to push against Gabe, but the other boy managed to anchor himself down and keep Tristan pinned against the wall.  All he could do was watch as the door opened and they got caught.  However, it was followed by a sputtered apology and a door slamming shut, leaving the two of them alone.  Tristan looked at Gabe, who was smiling.  “…You knew that was going to happen, didn’t you?”

  Gabe’s smile widened.

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"Kiss me quick - nape of the neck"

Gabestan - asked by Patrick

Tristan let out a small whimper as he felt Gabe pull out of him.  He remained face down on his bed as he heard Gabe get off the bed, no doubt to throw the condom away in the trashcan by the desk.  He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh as he put his hands under his head.  The bed creaked as Gabe crawled back onto it.  Tristan shuddered slightly as Gabe kissed the small of his back, slowly moving up his spine.

  “Are you okay?”  Gabe asked in between kisses as he neared the shoulder blades.

  “Yeah, why?”

  Gabe quickly kissed in between Tristan’s shoulder blades before sitting upright again.  “I got kind of rough at the end there.  I didn’t know if it was too much.”

  Tristan chuckled.  “No, it was fine.  It actually felt kind of good.  I don’t think I’d be able to handle it if it was constant, but that was good.”

  “I’m glad.”  Gabe laid down on Tristan, his legs on either side of Tristan’s.  He kissed the back of Tristan’s neck, which elicited a moan from the boy underneath him.  “Like that?”

  Tristan nodded his head, smiling a little as Gabe continued to kiss him in the same area.  It was amazing how he seemed to be able to inadvertently stumble upon all of Tristan’s spots, including ones that he didn’t even know he had.  This one could be because no one ever kissed him there before, so he could know that it was an erogenous zone.  He squirmed a little as Gabe continued, increasing the frequency and the intensity.  “Ease up a little.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m still tired from the pounding you just gave me and this is really turning me on.”

  Gabe laughed.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  Tristan turned slightly so he could actually see Gabe.  “Well, you are lying on me and pinning me against the bed.”

  The bed creaked once more as Gabe sat up.  He easily lifted Tristan up and flipped him over so he was now lying on his back, looking up at him.  “Better?”

  “Better.”

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gabestan on teen wolf.

"Not the bite I meant."  "Sorry."

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gabestan and colvey.

Gabestan

All it took was one boy.

Colvey

Oops.  How did that one happen?

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Gabestan - Christmas

Gabe walked up the stairs to Tristan’s apartment with his gifts in tow.  The two of them agreed to do a private Christmas a few days before the actual holiday and they drove out to Gabe’s family’s place.  They still didn’t know that Gabe had a boyfriend, so it would be a little odd to see the two of them exchanging gifts like that.  They thought Tristan was just a friend who didn’t have anywhere else to go for the holiday so he was going home with Gabe.  It was best to get this out of the way now so nothing had the chance to ruin it.

Gabe knocked on Tristan’s door and waited for it to open.  He glanced down at the gifts in his hand.  They didn’t seem to be too much, but Gabe reminded himself that they were mainly small packages.  Besides, he knew that Tristan would like them, so it wasn’t a big deal.  He was just nervous since it was his first Christmas with Tristan, which in turn was his first Christmas with a boyfriend.  He didn’t want to end up messing things up.

  The door opened up and Tristan was standing there looking way too good.  He was actually somewhat dressed up for the night, wearing dress pants, a collared shirt, and a tie.  Gabe looked down at himself, wearing only a button-up under his jacket and khakis.  “Suddenly I feel underdressed.”

  Tristan chuckled.  “You’re fine.”  He grabbed onto Gabe’s jacket and pulled him into the apartment, kissing him briefly before taking a step back.  “Since dinner is still cooking, I was thinking maybe we could exchange our gifts first?”

  Gabe’s eyebrow rose in a skeptical expression.  “You’re cooking?”

  “Yes, Gabe.  I do know how to cook.  In fact, I should check on it.”

  While Tristan walked into the kitchen, Gabe sat down on the couch.  His attention was focused on the little plastic tree sitting on the coffee table.  There was a small bag underneath it in addition to a larger, wrapped box sitting next to it.  Gabe set his own gifts down on the table and leaned back on the couch.

  He looked up when Tristan walked into the room.  Instead of sitting down next to him, the other boy straddled Gabe’s lap and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.  He ended it just as abruptly, causing Gabe to whimper a little.  “That’s your first gift.”

  Gabe pouted.  “When do I get the rest of that one?”

  “Who said there’s anything else?” Tristan whispered before playfully nipping on Gabe’s ear.  He slid off his boyfriend’s lap and picked up the box, holding it out towards Gabe.  “Open this one first.”

  Gabe placed the gift down on the couch and handed Tristan one of his. “Open mine.”

  Tristan quickly tore off the paper and looked down at his gift.  “Gloves?”

  Gabe nodded.  “You always complain about how cold your hands are, so I got you some gloves.  They’re really nice.  They’re the texting kind and everything.”

  “Can’t I just put my hands down your pants to warm them up?”

  “Unless you want my balls to turn into snowballs, no.”  Gabe opened up his box, then lifted up the lid.  “Sweet!  New football cleats.”

  Tristan smiled.  “I remember you were saying yours were getting kind of worn down.  I think they’re the right size.  I wasn’t sure what it was, so I based it on how big your cock is.”

  “That’s a myth, you know.”

  “So says you.”  Tristan opened his second gift, turning the video game over in his hands.  “Whoa.  Black Flag.  I’ve been dying to play this.”  He stared at it for a while before finally placing it back down on the table.  “Okay, last gift.”  He picked up the bag and held it out to Gabe.

  Gabe reached into the bag and pulled out a small metal object.  He held it up and looked at it.  “A key?”

  “To my apartment.”

  Gabe’s eyes widened.  “Tristan…”

  “I mean, you’re over here enough, you might as well have a way to let yourself in so you don’t have to keep knocking.  Besides, you’ve seen everything, it’s not like you’ll walk in on me naked or anything.”

  Gabe stared at the key for a moment, and then gripped it in his palm as he got up and kissed Tristan.  “This is probably the nicest thing anyone has gotten me.”

  Tristan smiled.  “I’m glad.”

  The two kissed again, and continued to do so until Tristan pulled away to go check on dinner.  Gabe watched him go with a smile.  He looked at his key for a while before slipping it into his pocket and walking into the kitchen to see if Tristan needed help.  It’d be pretty hard now for Gabe’s family to ruin Christmas for him.