Rook Cappelletty x Colson Baker
He was across the island using the cook top to cook a pasta dish when Colson's phone was thrust his way. "You set it down and I'll look at whatever the fuck you're tryin' to show me" Rook pointed out, stirring the spices into the sauce as Colson set the phone up.
Leaning over, the weed pipe half packed un one hand, Colson pressed play with the other and dropped back into the seat, foot up in the other stool. "The trailer for 'the last son' just came out." He took pride in it so he wanted Rook to look at it.
Looking between the pasta and the phone, Rook addressed his attention more on the video playing as something caught his eyes. "Aye, baby, back that up a bit would yah" he would do it himself if he could, but both hands were occupied at the moment.
He leaned forward again, backing the video up and focused on the bowl in his hand, pressing the weed into the glass bowl. "God you're so italian sometimes" Colson snickered as Rook cursed at him in italian.
Watching it again, he bit his lip as be watched his boyfriend spin the pistol around in his hand. "You know..." Rook made an aroused moan and looked up. "Damn, do that to me, maybe?" He asked, looking at Colson.
"Do what?" Colson got up, moving opposite his side of the island and backed the video up, wrapping his arms around rooks waist. "I can't imagine there's..." his head was on rooks shoulder and his hands still as he saw what his boyfriend was talking about. "Th-" Colson put the pipe aside, grabbing Rook by the chin and looking at him.
His head was turned and tilted upwards so he was looking at Colson. "Hi" Rook beamed as Colson's tongue swiped across his bottom lip.
"Shit..." he eyed the man, licking his lip as he tightened his grip on Rook's chin. "When did my little Italian boy get so freaky?" Colson groaned as his boyfriend smiled at his, eyes innocent and lips kissable. "Yeah...fuck o-of course." He leaned down, his other hand grabbing Rook's thigh as the man stood on his toes, and kissed him, slowly, savoruing the taste of lemonade from earlier.
Propped against the door frame, Colson ran a hand over his jaw, eyes glued on Rook as the drummer was leaned over the pool table. His boyfriend really had a disadvantage being so short, half of what made the man as cute as he was. "You may be short as fuck but you make up for it with how good you are at pool."
Looking upwards, Rook grinned at his boyfriend. "You still owe me 10 from the last time we played." Moving off to the side in front of Colson, he went for the 6, though harder to get at it was intentional as he had to lean a lite ways. "I won that game fair and square." Rook's ass, framed in tighter than usual black jeans, in Colson's direct view, he grinned when the man coughed, clearing his throat.
His voice was graveley as he spoke in his boyfriend's ear. Pulling the pistol out, Colson pressed the barrel against the man's temple. "Remember the safe word?" He leaned forward, hard against Rook's ass, kissing up the man's neck.
"Kinda hard to..." Rook tipped his head slightly, looking back as Colson had him pinned between himself and the table. "...forget it" he swallowed when Colson pulled his arms behind his back and turned him around.
"I wanna hear you say it" Colson cupped Rook's ass, squeezing it as he pushed a leg between Rook's, pulling the drummer against his thigh. "Gotta hear it before I really do anything" he nipped over the chess piece on the man's neck, letting the cold metal rest against the small of Rook's back, just below his shirt.
Feeling Colson's hand on his ass, Rook whined, unable to push backwards where Colson had him held in place. "Spa-" his breath caught as the blonde bit at his jaw, whining as his boyfriend's hand left his ass. "-ghetti" He mumbled out as he was pushed to his knees.
Momentarily dropping in on the pool table, Colson undid his sweats, grinning as Rook without worry of being walked in on, pulled them down with ease. "Uh uh" he shooed the younger man's hand away, picking the pistol up again. "You aren't the one in control this time." Colson snapped his fingers as Rook's eyes drew up. "All the way" he cocked the edge of the pistol under Rook's neck and pushed the man's head upwards.
His eyes narrowed to a glare in Colson's direction and his hands dropped as his boyfriend pushed his head upwards. "Ohhh shit" emphasizing the 'it' with a pop of his tongue, Rook recognized a power trip when he saw one and knew Colson would play this one out.
Running his hand up his shaft a couple times, Colson pulled the man's mouth open guiding himself into Rook's mouth and pulling Rook in closer. "Such a pretty face." He hummed out an "ohh god" when Rook attempted to swallow around him. "Get to it, Rookie" airing on using his boyfriends nickname somewhat derogatory.
Running a hand over Rook's bare stomach, Colson hummed as the drummer arched upwards. "Mmm, for once..." he leaned forward, kissing over the man's tattoos, his fingers flaring out over his boyfriend's chest. "...I don't know what I want to do with you." Pistol long since discarded, hands exploring Rook as though it was their first time all over again.
"Explore, go slow, take your time." He mumbled, rocking his hips forward against Colson. "Just do something at least." Rook didn't particularly care what they did as long as it was something.
Shimmying up into a kiss, Colson tugged at Rook's bottom lip, gasping when the man took over, tongue darting over his own lips. "We never get the time to just take it all in..." he mumbled, moving back down, kissing down his boyfriend's chest, stopping at the 'made in Toledo' Tattoo
Looking down, he cocked an eyebrow when Colson's fingers drew over his stomach, tracing the outline of guns blazing. "Fascinated with it?" Rook tipped his head, humming as colson nodded with an absent minded innocence.
He felt vulnerable, out of his element compared to their usual. "Y-eah" Colson was no stranger to pleasure but the gentleness wasn't a common place.
Sensing a discomfort in the older man, Rook shifted backwards pulling Colson back with him. "You're nervous, flighty" he pressed his hands lightly against Colson's chest. "You don't willingly allow yourself to be vulnerable" Easing his boyfriend backwards, Rook gently rocked back against his boyfriend, smiling when the man sucked in a heavy breath.
Letting himself be guided by Rook, Colson looked up through his lashes, eyes gliding from hands to his boyfriend's face, gentle features, eyes bright and curious. "Mm not..." he took a sharp breath in, head lulling back as Rook bared down just enough to create friction. "Fuck"
Lacing one hand with Colson's, Rook shifted slightly and guided himself onto Colson, slowly. "Kells" he exhaled, taking his boyfriend inwards, settling on his boyfriend's moniker, easing colson back to a comfortable state.
Raking his free hand through his hair, Colson let go of a gritty moan, gasping out as Rook's tiny frame relaxed, perched on his dick as he bit his lip. "Goddd, still don't get how you do that so smooth." He half questioned if he should move or not when Rook let go of a high pitched whine, head tipping forward.
Rocking forward slowly, Rook bit down on his lip. "Not the same as a regular quickie." He moaned out once Colson's hands grabbed his hips, lifting him without struggle. "And you aren't exactly sm-alll" his breath shook as he was lowered back down, his boyfriend's eyes glued to him, stretched.
Springing up into a seated, Colson wrapped his arms around Rook's waist, guiding him slowly as the drummer attempted to fight against a whiny moan. "Only us around, and you know I love hearing you." He groaned as Rook squirmed, gripping his shoulders.
Feeling full, His body arched into Colson, the majority of his support coming from the blonde holding him up. "Ahhh ohh fuck, kells" he hissed out as he was brought downwards, his head drawing down to Colson's hand on his stomach.
Dropping next to Rook on the pool table, Colson pressed a hand to his chest. "Oh my fucking god, Rookie" Cocking his knee, he turned his head to the side, eyes locking on the drummer. "I've been with groupies and pornstars..." sucking a breath in, Colson let his hand drop, trapping Rook's in his. "...but you never fail to make the sex amazing." He Rook his other hand, pressing it to the man's cheek when a blush sprung up on Rook's cheeks.
Sucking his bottom lip in, he groaned half heartedly as he heard mention of Colson's ex's. "You aren't called the 'wild boy' for nothing." Rook was painfully aware of the fact his boyfriend had dated pornstars on multiple occasions. "Long as you aren't asking for a foot job the sex will stay amazing." He half teased, blushing as Colson leaned over, nipping his ear.
"Ohhh" Colson was sure he heard jealousy in Rook's voice, tugging lightly at his boyfriend's ear, he looped a leg on between his boyfriends. "No seriously, you always feel amazing around me, baby" Colson ran his nose along the man's cheek bone, smiling as a hand locked in his blonde hair. "Love having the time to focus on only you."
