Summary: Smith and Ross sneak off to find some sexy outfits and find themselves alone. In some sense prequel to Too Tired For Talking
let's pretend they were gone for more than 2 min guys
Warnings: Smut
Words: 534
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”Let’s find you a sexy outfit eh”, Alex says with a cheeky grin, as he and Ross walk from the streaming room to the studio. Sam nods at them as they enter but he doesn’t pay them any more attention than that. Alex opens the door to the recording booth, which nowadays acts mainly as a costume closet. There is a surprising amount of costumes in different sizes and styles, collected together over the years.
“Okay what do we have that even fits me?” Ross asks, starting to look through the clothes hanging in front of him. Alex comes up behind him, snaking his arms around Ross’ waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
“I think this shirt fits you really well”, Alex replies, his fingers unbuttoning the lower buttons of Ross’ black shirt. Ross throws an anxious look through the small window into the studio but Sam seems preoccupied with the monitors.
“Smith, we don’t have time”, Ross protests, but he doesn’t physically resist when Alex starts moving his hands further up. Ross turns around, his shirt now fully unbuttoned, and he looks down to see Alex posing a tent in his jeans. More than that isn’t needed for their oh-so-familiar lips to meet. Alex pushes Ross up against the wall, putting his thigh between Ross’ own and pressing his hips closer.
Eager fingers pull at belts, buttons and zippers, satisfied only when their warm skin is touching. Alex wraps his hand around both of them adding to the friction of his grinding hips. Ross tangles one of his hands into the hair on the back of Alex’s head, his other hand firmly grasping Alex’s behind. Their mouths are still locked together, breathy moans travelling between their lips and the occasional meeting of tongues.
When Alex notices that Ross is close he bites down on Ross’ lower lip, trying to stop him from making too much noise. His free hand is placed on Ross’ warm chest and now Alex moves it towards the side, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin around Ross’ nipple. The pleasure building within Ross is released with a trembling gasp and his white liquid spills on Alex’s fingers and member. They hardly have time to separate their faces from each other before Ross has replaced Alex’s hand with his own, bringing him over the edge as well.
Out of breath and sweaty they hurry to sort out their clothes again. Alex uses the inside of his own t-shirt to clean himself up and Ross throws him a disgusted look. But they don’t have time to talk because they have to get back before anyone notices. Ross leaves the room before Alex and is met by Sam’s death-stare. Clearly the room isn’t as soundproof as he thought. Alex has managed to grab a few pieces of clothing and they try not to smile too much when they rush through the corridor back to the streaming room.
Mark an Nina seem to take no notice of their late return, but Trott gives them a look that says he knew exactly what he meant by: ‘Take a break guys, stretch your legs’. Ross makes a mental note to thank him later.
Summary: The dream team utilise the extra time they have before the stream to "warm up"
Warnings: Smut n swearing
Words: 1323
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”Fuck this thing is tiny!” Strippin cries, wrangling with the pink morphsuit. Martyn and Sparkles* have a bit more luck but it is obvious that these costumes are meant for kids and not grown men of their size. Managing to rip most of the back open when putting the top part on, Strippin is finally in costume.
“Come on, the video should be published soon so we should get re-ah-dy”, Martyn’s last word is cut off by a coughing fit and the two other members of the “Dream Team” look at him with worried expressions.
“Hey mate, are you sure you can manage this?” Sparkles* asks, patting Martyn on the back. He knew Martyn could be stubborn with things like this, but since they had put in so much effort into the preparations it had felt like they had no choice in doing this stream.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, just no singing for me”, Martyn smiles, taking a deep breath and clearing his throat. He adjusts his suit and walks over to his computer. It’s still processing the video. With a deep sigh he scratches his head.
“How can it still only be on 49 percent? Oh my god Youtube hates me...” He mutters. Sparkles* comes up behind him, putting his hands on Martyn’s shoulders.
“That means we still have time...” Sparkles* says in a sultry voice. Strippin scoffs, of course it is always Sparkles* who starts it. Four years down the line and nothing has changed really.
“Sparks, seriously, we don’t have time”, Martyn protests, turning around and pulling Sparkles*’ hands off his shoulders, giving him a stern look.
“C’mon, I’ll be quick. You know I still feel guilty”, Sparkles* insists, tilting his head a little.
“Guilty about what?” Strippin asks, stepping a bit closer to his two friends.
“Well”, Sparkles* says, stroking Martyn’s cheek with his bare thumb. “I gave Martyn this horrible cold and now he can barely speak. He needs to be pampered.”
“I mean when you put it that way”, Martyn says, pulling Sparkles* closer by his hips. “Just don’t kiss me on the mouth.”
“Oh I don’t intend on”, Sparkles* murmurs and leans in towards Martyn’s neck, pressing soft kisses on the warm skin. He really wishes they were not wearing these stupid costumes, they’re the least sexy piece of clothing he’s ever encountered. However it does show off Strippin’s ass in a nice way so that’s a positive thing at least.
“Does this make you feel better?” Strippin asks as he joins Sparkles*, positioning himself behind Martyn and rubbing his shoulders and upper back. Martyn nods with content and Sparkles* smirks against his neck. He’s careful to not leave any marks, both for the sake of the stream and their co-workers.
Carefully tugging at the neck piece of Martyn’s suit Sparkles* signals to Strippin to undress the blond. Strippin complies and starts pulling the suit off slowly, leaving Martyn in the t-shirt and boxers he’s wearing underneath.
“Should we continue?” Sparkles* asks quietly and Martyn nods eagerly in response. “Okay, sit down in your chair.” Martyn lets Sparkles* lead him backwards to the computer chair in his office. When he sits down Strippin falls down on his knees in front of Martyn, placing his hands on Martyn’s thighs.
“It’s okay”, Martyn affirms and Strippin smiles, pressing his lips to a spot close to his hand. Sparkles* is still holding one of Martyn’s hands from leading him and places it against his chest. He uses his free hand to stroke Martyn’s hair whilst Strippin pulls Martyn’s underwear down his thighs and over his socks.
“I’ve really missed you Martyn”, Strippin mumbles as he moves his hands up Martyn’s thighs, looking up from his kneeling position. Martyn grows harder the closer Strippin brings his fingers, and he gasps when they finally touch his shaft. Strippin strokes the shaft gently until Martyn is fully erect and then he leans his head in closer.
Sparkles* feels Martyn claw at his chest when Strippin’s mouth envelops Martyn’s member. Strippin hollows his cheeks and flicks his tongue, intensifying Martyn’s pleasure. He could do things that would make Martyn wriggle and moan, but for the sake of secrecy he chooses to keep it to a minimum. Still, Martyn cannot help but pant and brace himself against the chair.
Strippin takes a steady grip of Martyn’s hips, inching even closer and taking as much of Martyn’s erection into his mouth as possible. Martyn is trying his hardest not to buck up against Strippin’s mouth and Sparkles* smirks at the twitching of his muscles. Leaning down, Sparkles* starts whispering encouraging words in Martyn’s ear.
“You’re so fucking hot Martyn, you’re making me so horny”, he murmurs, bringing Martyn even closer to the edge. Soon Martyn can hardly control his hips anymore and he bucks erratically against Strippin’s movement, his head hitting the back of Strippin’s throat. A few thrusts later Martyn whines and comes into Strippin’s mouth, who swallows before he pulls off.
“Fuck me that’s sexy”, Sparkles* grins, placing a kiss on Martyn’s damp forehead. Martyn slumps back into the chair, catching his breath. Strippin is about to get up when Sparkles* snaps his fingers and points at the floor by his feet.
“Don’t forget about me now, this costume is uncomfortably tight right now”, Sparkles* says. Strippin can clearly see the outline of Sparkles* erection against the thin fabric, he isn’t lying about it and Strippin is feeling the same tightness around his groin as well. Stripping off the suit, Sparkles* leans against the closed office door and pulls his cock out.
“You ready?” He asks and Strippin nods, shuffling forward on his knees. Sparkles* bites his lower lip when Strippin takes him into his mouth. They’re quicker this time as Sparkles* has more control over his noises, even though he has to bite down a few times. But when Strippin’s beard scratches Sparkles*’ thighs and his nose is practically against Sparkles*’ belly, it’s hard for the singer to keep quiet.
“F-fuck, I remember this exact thing happening a year ago. You were the sucker, and Martyn the blower”, Sparkles* pants, recalling his last visit to the office, it was almost a tradition by now. He grabs a fist of Strippin’s hair, pushing his head even closer, and then he comes with white hot pleasure. It’s messier this time and some come ends up in Strippin’s beard and on his face. Sparkles* kneels down and kisses Strippin, licking some of his own fluid off the other man’s face.
Martyn has gathered himself by now and he nervously checks the computer again, to see if the video is ready, noticing that they are already very late. Sparkles* and Strippin are still kissing and now Sparkles* is tugging at Strippin’s clothes, eager to get them off.
“Hey guys, the video is almost ready, I’m going to tell Sam, uhm... Before he comes and asks...” Martyn says throwing a look at his friends, Sparkles* does a thumbs up and Martyn slips out through the door. Once alone Sparkles* pulls off Strippin’s tights and underwear, not surprised when he finds that the man is already rock hard. It does not take many pumps of his hand to get Strippin bucking into his palm and groaning into his mouth. When Strippin finally comes, Sparkles* uses a discarded sock to clean the mess up.
“Hey, guys, hurry up, we need to be live soon”, Martyn says as he re-enters the office. He looks disappointed at the mess in his room but he doesn’t have time to do much about it. Now they just have to get back into their suits and not look too dishevelled when the stream starts. Sparkles* giggles as Strippin frantically tries to get into the too small costume again, needing some help to get it secured. Then the group hurriedly take their places in the streaming room, just in time for Sam to start broadcasting.
Ross unbuttoned his shirt slowly, stretching his neck from side to side, tired from sitting still so long. His face was still damp from washing off the makeup he’d been wearing during the evening. He normally didn’t like these things but this had actually been very fun for once. Breathing out slowly he pulled the shirt off his shoulders, putting on a chair next to his bed. For a second he contemplated taking a shower but it was well past midnight and all he wanted was to lie down and sleep.
Alex entered the room with caution, not sure if he should disturb Ross or not. He looked serene in the dim light from the streetlights outside with his tousled hair and bare torso. Ross sensed Alex’s presence and turned his head slightly over his shoulder, inviting the other man to come closer. They were used enough to each others’ body language at this point so words were hardly needed for them. Ross understood what Alex’s intention was when he placed his warm hands on his sore shoulders and Alex knew when Ross hummed gratefully that he appreciated the touch.
Working through the knots in Ross’ muscles made Alex feel almost as relaxed as Ross. Pressing his thumbs into the soft tissue of shoulders and grazing his fingertips over collarbones. They could probably fall asleep like this. Ross inhaled and leaned into Alex’s touch, his body relieving the tension of a hectic week.
After a while he could feel Alex move his hands down his back, following the curve of his spine and scratching lightly with his nails on Ross’ smooth skin. He couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of delight. Alex smiled and increased the pressure, Ross was always so sensitive to touch. When he once again reached the lower back of his boyfriend he slid his hands over Ross’ hips, pulling him closer. Ross let himself be dragged into Smith’s embrace, leaning back against his shoulder as he leaned forward onto his.
They both smelled of sweat and alcohol, although the intoxication was long gone and just lingered as a dull haze on their thoughts, hardly noticeable. Their breaths matched up as they stayed like that, rather one entity than two, breathing together. Alex pressed his lips softly on the freckles on Ross’ shoulders, tracing nonexistent patterns. Ross put one of his hands on top of Alex’s, rubbing the back of his hand absentmindedly.
A muffled whisper resembling the word sleep reached Ross’ ear and he nodded his head. They separated, barely, and stripped off the layers of clothing still present. Alex’s leather jacket was discarded somewhere he didn’t really remember but he placed his jeans and jumper on top of Ross’ shirt. Once in underwear they climbed, or rather shuffled, into bed.
This time they faced each other, hands on waists and sleepy eyes admiring the other. Just the presence of another warm body meant that Ross could relax even more, he felt safe, protected. Alex’s curls covered his eyes slightly and Ross reached out a heavy hand to brush them away, then letting it rest on Alex’s chin, too tired to move it any further.
Alex turned his head, touching the hand with his lips and pulling his lips into a soft smile. Ross was such a perfectionist. When he looked back at Ross’ eyes he noticed the other man drifting off to sleep. Alex yawned, adjusting his position one last time before closing his eyes. Ross sighed with satisfaction and mumbled quietly to Alex.
Summary: Ross is a newly-turned werewolf and after the fullmoon he always turns up laying naked in Smith’s backyard and he hasn’t told his friend the truth.
Warnings: Swearing, I don’t think there’s anything else
Words: 637
AO3
frankie5aurs said:Do the new were wolf one for smornby please
The first time Alex woke up to this kind of scenario he had been worried, even panicking, but he had accepted Ross’ explanation and taken care of his hungover friend instead. The second time, about a month ago, he’d been slightly less worried and more annoyed that Ross had let it happen again. And now he was standing here for a third time, in his backyard, with Ross lying naked on the grass barely conscious.
“Oi! Ross, how are you?” Alex shouted, standing above his friend with crossed arms. Ross groaned and stretched out his body from the fetal position he’d been in.
“Whe- where am I? Oh...” Ross mumbled as he blinked against the bright morning sunlight.
“Before I get you something to cover up with, I wanna know why this is the third time I’ve found you like this”, Alex said with a stern voice, squatting down next to Ross. He was starting to doubt the story about the strip poker and the tequila and the ‘your place was closer’.
“You know, I was at the bar and-“ Ross started but Alex quickly cut him off.
“No, I want the truth, or you’ll be naked until you get back home”, Alex stated and Ross bit his lip, looking down at the ground.
“It’s kind of a long story, can’t I come in first instead?” Ross asked and Alex agreed, leading Ross inside.
Alex grabbed one of the blankets from the sofa and gave it to Ross, he didn’t have the patience to run upstairs and get some proper clothes, he wasn’t even fully dressed. They sat down on the sofa and Ross started telling. How it started, how he was alone, why no one else knew, that he barely knew himself what was going on.
“Wait, hold on a fucking second! You’re a werewolf? A fucking werewolf!” Alex exclaimed, looking at Ross with confusion. Ross shrugged and looked a little worried.
“If you’re scared I get it...” Ross said, looking away from his friend. Alex took a deep breath, whatever he had prepared himself for it definitely wasn’t this. Like, how did this even happen? It didn’t happen.
“I’m just confused... What happens to your clothes?” Alex asked and Ross started chuckling.
“I just told you that and you’re asking about clothes?” Ross said in a tone of disbelief.
“Well, do they just ‘poof’ disappear or do they fall off?” Alex said with a serious expression. He leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at Ross. He didn’t look very wolfish, well, except the weird messy beard and his excessive chest hair, that thick chest hair...
“-and then I just wake up naked.” Ross said, not noticing that the other man had been too distracted to hear most of his explanation. “I can’t really do anything about it, sorry.”
“Don’t apologise”, Alex said, almost a bit too quickly. Now he was so close to Ross he could smell his musky scent, a slight hint of wet dog but also a lot of... something very appealing.
“Alex are you okay?” Ross asked, waving a hand in front of Alex’s face. Grabbing his hand Alex pulled Ross forcefully towards him, pressing his lips against the dark-haired man’s. Ross didn’t really know what to do so he slapped his friend in the face. Alex pulled away with a shocked expression.
“Oh my god I- I don’t know what happened to me!” Alex said worriedly, staring back at Ross.
“Uhm... Actually I think it might be the pheromones”, Ross said in a calm tone and Alex frowned.
“Pheromones?”
“Yeah I did some googling”, Ross explained. “And there’s this thing with mating and attracting a mate and all that kind of stuff.”
“Wow”, Alex groaned, placing his head in his hands. “I am literally a bitch.”
Summary: Smith has gotten turned into a frog and Trott has to try and get him turned back
Warnings: None
Words: 858
AO3
It is based on prompt six from this list
Chris sighed deeply. This was what, the fourth, fifth, bar he’d been at? All whilst carrying an increasingly annoying slimy frog between his cupped hands. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes he’d assume he was drunk off his tits like everyone he met thought, but that frog was actually Alex Smith. He had no idea why or how Alex had turned into a frog, but he was determined on having his friend turned back into human again.
“Hey, excuse me, uhm... Would you kiss this frog for me?” Chris asked politely to the lady standing by the bar, fairly intoxicated but that just made it easier.
“Are you insane? That’s so fucking gross! Get away!” The woman turned her back on Chris and he sighed once again, moving onwards through the crowd of people. Thankfully he was well aware of his friend’s flaming bisexuality, Alex wasn’t very discreet, so he had twice the opportunity finding someone to kiss the frog, right?
“Hi there! Can you kiss this frog?” Chris asked yet another person. He’d already had a few people say yes, too drunk to know better but it still hadn’t worked and Chris wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that it had to be Alex’s “true love” or because the whole kiss thing was just bullshit. When the man he’d asked pressed his wet lips on the top of Alex’s head and nothing happened Chris started to believe that it actually was bullshit.
“Excuse me miss, would you be so kind to kiss this frog for me?” Chris tapped the shoulder of another woman and she giggled with a face of disbelief.
“Wait what? Is this some sort of new pickup line or what?” She laughed and Chris shrugged.
“Well, actually I’m just trying to help my friend out”, he replied to her.
“Sure, I’ll do it, if it’s just the frog, I mean it’s pretty cute.” The woman leaned down and pressed her lips on the frog, leaving a smear of her lipstick on top of Alex. But it was to no avail, nothing still happened and the woman smiled apologetically. Chris was just about to turn around and give up when he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
“Hey! Trott, mate! Good to see you!” Chris turned around and saw Ross pushing his way past the crowd towards him. He hadn’t seen Ross since they graduated and he actually felt kinda guilty about, but since he moved back to Sommerset there hadn’t been an opportunity.
“So what are you doing here?” Ross asked, mainly referring to the fact that Chris appeared to be alone and not actually drinking.
“Well, how do I explain this... Uhm... I have a frog, and this is not a real frog”, Chris began explaining.
“I looks pretty real to me mate”, Ross stated, giving Alex an odd glare.
“Well, he’s a human okay, don’t ask, just do me a favour. For that time with the washing powder you know, you owe me.” Chris said, not having any high expectations. He honestly just wanted to see his friend kiss a frog.
“Okay that sounds mad, but what do I have to do, kiss it?” Ross asked.
“Exactly.” Chris replied. Ross made a grimace but then leaned his face down and placed a small peck on the frog’s lips with a giggle. To both of their surprise the frog started glowing, and Chris had to quickly put him down on the floor as he started growing extremely heavy. In a blinding flash of light the frog transformed, just like it had to begin with, and instead there was Alex. Chris thanked the gods that Alex still had his clothes on and then frowned, annoyed with his friend’s timing.
“Uh, hi guys?” Alex asked with a confused voice, still a bit croaky.
“Hello”, Ross smirked.
“Okay, okay, I have been carrying you around all fucking evening! Making random people kiss you! Why did it work now?” Trott shouted, throwing his hands out. “Explain to me Smith, why are you transforming back now, after five hours of this bullshit?!”
“It wasn’t a choice! Calm down there before the security throws you out”, Alex replied in a calm voice.
“Doesn’t the tale say it has to be true love? Or at least something like that, it can’t be anyone”, Ross chimed in.
“What do you mean? You have met each other like, three times?” Chris said, a slight tone of confusion in his voice as he looked from one friend to another. They couldn’t have, could they?
“Well”, Alex coughed and blushed a little and Ross was suddenly very busy looking at a painting on the wall. “There was one time, after a uni party, and uhm... You went home with some girl, and well... We kinda, hooked up?”
“You twats!” Chris exclaimed, he had noticed some tension between the two of his friends but he hadn’t thought much of it at the time.
“Okay enough about that”, Ross interrupted. “Can we go home so you can tell me how the hell Smith got turned into a frog to begin with?”
Tross 32, with Ross saying it possibly? Thank you!!
"You heard me. Take. It. Off."
“But...” Chris insisted, squirming slightly as Ross tried toput a hand on his shoulder.
“No buts, it’s been almost thirteen hours Trott. You need to take it off,” Ross said with astern voice, looking down at the brunette. Chris sighed and bit his lip, theywere home alone after all.
“It’s just... You haven’t seen me without it before, I don’twant it to get weird,” Chris replied and gave Ross a worried look.
“Trott you’re my boyfriend,it’s weird that I haven’t seen you without it, I’ll turn away if you want to,”Ross said reassuringly, and Chris shook his head.
“No, it’s fine, I might need help anyways,” Chris sighed andunbuttoned his chequered shirt, putting it down next to him on the sofa. Heglanced over at Ross before he started pulling at the binder, trying to get itover his head, but of course he got stuck.
“Here let me,” Ross laughed and pulled the garment off therest of the way, grinning at the way it messed up Chris’ hair. Chris laughed aswell, though more nervously and he quickly grabbed his shirt to put it onagain.
“Feels better doesn’t it?” Ross asked and Chris nodded,taking a few deep breaths. His fingers fumbled with the buttons and Rossgrabbed his hands, leaning in close.
“You’re the most handsome twat I’ve ever met, okay? So don’tworry ‘bout that,” Ross mumbled before he pressed his lips against Chris’. Theshorter man smiled into the kiss, relaxing his tense shoulders. He’d been soworried at first, but since Ross didn’t care he couldn’t be bothered anymore,and now he’d just proved it again. Ross pulled Chris closer, leaning backagainst the armrest as he tangled his fingers into Chris’ hair. The binder laidforgotten on the floor.
Dream or Reality - SFW Smarkby (Smith/Sparkles*/Ross)
Summary: Ross catches himself having more than a little inappropriate thoughts about Sparkles* and Smith
Warnings: Sexual references, swearing, alcohol
Words: 1437
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This is all Jay’s fault. I apolgise for any inconsistency, I wrote like half in one go and then the rest in snippets when I had a spare moment from studying.
”Hey Ross, look who’s here!” Alex exclaims as he bursts into their office with a familiar ginger in his trail. Ross jumps up as soon as he sees Sparkles* grinning face appearing behind Alex, rushing forward to greet him. Sparkles* gives him an embrace, which startles Ross slightly, but the warm feeling of Sparkles*’ arms around his shoulders and the comforting smell of his hair gives him a sense of delight. He realises he’d actually missed his friend.
“You’re finally back from your travelling adventures eh?” Ross asks Sparkles* once he’s taken a step back. He hadn’t seen him in real life for months since Sparkles* had been all over the place with both the band and alone.
“Yeah, it’s nice seeing you guys again. Though I’m afraid I can’t stay long, need to unpack things and sort some other stuff out,” Sparkles* says with an apologetic sigh.
“We’re going out tonight though, you wanna come with?” Alex asks Ross and he of course accepts the invitation immediately.
“We’ll have to hope it doesn’t end up like last time,” Sparkles* smirks and Alex chuckles in reply. Ross tries his hardest not to blush, a very detailed image showing up in his memory, one he’d rather not think of right now. Sparkles* leaves with a small wave, and another apology, going to see some other yogs before he goes home. The grin that plasters Alex’s face when he looks after Sparkles* as he leaves doesn’t help Ross’ fantasies either.
Well it isn’t really a fantasy, Ross excuses himself as he sits down at his desk again, glad the divider hides his face from Alex’s gaze. Last time they’d been out drinking with the Area 11 guys things had turn a little hazy and wild to say at least, and at one point Alex and Sparkles* had ended up making out pretty frivolously. Of course they’d all been laughing, except for Parv who was throwing up, and afterwards Alex and Sparkles* had too. It was just because they were drunk, nothing more to it. That’s what Ross had told himself. But he couldn’t let the image of Sparkles*’ fingers tangled into Alex’s hair go, or the way they’d rubbed their bodies together.
Ross swears under his breath, trying to focus on his computer screen instead. He opens up the video he is supposed to be editing and he manages to do some work for a while until he hears Alex’s laugh across the room. Suddenly the image is back, but this time it isn’t Sparkles* kissing Alex, it’s Ross, or is Ross kissing Sparkles*? He doesn’t want to figure it out, why is he even thinking of it? They’re his friends! Ross groans and buries his face in his hands, this is going to be a long afternoon.
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Ross is feeling more relaxed once he has finished his first beer, sharing a laugh with his friends inside the booth. He’s forgotten all about his messy thoughts from earlier and he listens eagerly when Sparkles* tells the stories of his voyages. The man is sitting next to him and uses him as a prop several times during his storytelling, mainly just shouting at Ross. He doesn’t mind much until Sparkles* accidentally spills his gin on his lap and he has to get up and excuse himself. Sparkles* quickly apologises and Ross flips him off, but the grin on his face reveals the joke in his manners.
Ross walks into the men’s restroom, trying to wipe as much of the liquor from his trousers as possible. He hears the door open behind him but assumes it’s just another bar-guest. A sudden hand on his shoulder makes him jump.
“Not gonna lie, it looks like you pissed your pants,” Alex laughs, his breath smells heavily of whiskey.
“Thanks,” Ross replies sarcastically. “At least my jeans are dark enough for it not to be obvious.”
“Don’t want people to see Sparkles* caused a little accident?” Alex says in a cheeky tone, raising his eyebrow. Ross splashes water at him from the sink, making Alex jump back with a chuckle.
“Hey! I’m just joking. But I’ve seen how you look at him,” Alex defends himself and Ross crosses his arms, hoping he doesn’t look as flushed as he feels.
“Well I’m not the one who snogged him in public!” Ross exclaims and now it’s Alex’s turn to blush, avoiding Ross’ gaze. He sighs and leans back against the sink.
“He’s pretty hot though… If I had to choose,” Alex says with a small smirk, looking down at the dirty restroom floor.
“Choose who to snog? You’d pick him over me? How rude,” Ross laughs and Alex smacks his shoulder.
“No. I mean, you’re both… Like I wouldn’t… I’d snog you both okay! Are you happy now?” Alex replies. It takes a few seconds for his words to register between them. Ross licks his lips and his gaze flickers from Alex’s blue eyes to the pink smudge of his mouth. Hesitation lingers in his mind for just a split-second before the thinks ‘fuck it’ and presses his lips against Alex’s.
Ross tangles his fingers into the curls at the back of Alex’s head, deepening the kiss. And when Alex wraps an arm around Ross’ waist, pulling him closer, the image from earlier flashes in Ross’ mind. Although this is not like anything Ross has fantasised, fuck Alex is so good at this. He is completely caught up in the moment, entranced by Alex’s touch, how his lips moves against his own and how his beard scratches his chin, sensations that he’d been unconsciously longing for.
“Oh, I seem to be interrupting something,” Sparkles* chuckles behind them. Ross reluctantly pulls away from Alex, wishing they could have just had a couple of seconds longer.
“Now I feel kinda guilty you know, didn’t know you were a thing,” Sparkles* says with a shrug, leaning against the sinks on Ross’ other side.
“We’re not- I mean, not when we...” Alex replies, blushing slightly as he didn’t expect them to be interrupted, especially not by Sparkles*.
“He claimed he’d rather want to make out with you than me, so I had to prove him wrong,” Ross teases and Sparkles* raises an eyebrow.
“Oh is that so? Are you a better kisser than me Ross? I don’t believe so,” Sparkles* says with a mischievous glint in his eye. Ross grins self-confident and takes a step closer to the ginger.
“You want me to prove you wrong as well?” He asks and Alex gapes in disbelief when he realises what is about to happen. Sparkles* is much more forward than Alex, his tongue eagerly slipping into Ross’ mouth before he is even prepared for it. Much like Alex he tastes of alcohol but Ross really doesn’t mind.
Maybe if neither of them were drunk they’d think twice about it, but at the moment the two men are very much enjoying their impromptu kiss, and their observing friend as well. Although it doesn’t take long before Alex creeps up behind Ross, who feels his hot breath against his neck. He snakes his arms around the other man’s waist, kissing his jawline as he kisses Sparkles*.
“Fuck we should probably stop before anyone else comes in,” Ross says after a while, very flushed and a little out of breath. Alex starts laughing at their situation, imagining what the rest of their company would say if they saw them now. He still doesn’t let go of Ross and Sparkles* gives him a meaning look, picking up on Alex’s possessive behaviour.
“My place, or one of your flats?” Sparkles* asks, looking from Ross to Alex and back again. They all realise what the question implies and suddenly Ross doesn’t feel so confident anymore. In the end they settle for his place, even though Sparkles* bed is the biggest, because he doesn’t share with anyone.
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When Ross falls back into the mattress, the remnants of his climax still rushing through his veins, he once again remembers his thoughts from earlier that day. But of course then he didn’t have a single idea that they’d come true. A muffled giggle interrupts his pondering and he looks up just in time to see Alex crash down next to him, a thin layer of sweat across his face and with heaving breaths. Sparkles* isn’t late to join them, having cleaned himself up. He presses a kiss on both their foreheads before pulling the covers over all three. Ross only has time to hope that this was all real before he sinks deep into sleep and his dreams.
Summary: Ross comes over to Sparkles*' for a shoot, clothes get removed
Warnings: Smutty smut
Words: 2008
AO3
Inspired by this and this
the lovely boobyepic drew a thingy for this as well! <3
Ross hangs his jacket on the hook in the hallway, toeing outof his shoes. He’s been in Sparkles* flat quite a few times before but notwithout Chris or Alex. Unfortunately Chris had fallen ill and Alex was outrunning in the woods so their loosely arranged meeting had fallen to shambles. Sparkles* hadn’t minded though and when Ross had texted him he’d been fine with just having him over, it was just a quick thing. It had first started when they stumbled upon the Area 11 merch photos and realised they could use something like that for their new merch.
“You have the shirts?” Sparkles* asks Ross, leaning his shoulder against the wall, watching the other man untying his sneakers.
“Yeah, right here,” Ross replies, pointing at the backpack on the floor next to him. Sparkles* smiles satisfied and when Ross straightens his back he leads him further into the flat. There’s an area cleared in front of a wall with different lights pointing at it. Although it’s not the most professional set-up Ross knows they’re friends and that he’ll get a much better price with Sparkles* than anyone else, and Sparkles* is happy to get some extra work, well at least not displeased.
“Okay from both the back and the front on each garment, maybe more angles, but it won’t take very long,” Sparkles* says as he walks behind the camera, adjusting some settings whilst Ross changes. He drops his own hoodie and t-shirt on the floor, pulling out the first shirt from his bag. Sparkles* can’t say he doesn’t check Ross out, especially as he turns and flashes his happy trail at the ginger for a brief moment. Ross is a good model, knowing how to angle his face and body for the shots to look good, it also helps that he is fairly fit, filling out the clothing items in a very pleasing way. The photo shoot is done quickly and efficiently and when Ross takes the last shirt off, Sparkles*interrupts him.
“Can I take a couple normal ones? Just like this,” Sparkles* asks and Ross looks surprised but nods. “Don’t put it back on, unless you’re freezing, but I don’t get many male models,” he continues when Ross makes an attempt to grab his Superdry t-shirt from the floor. Ross doesn’t question it and it’s not until later that he remembers that Sparkles* lives with two other men, way after he follows Sparkles* instruction to stand by the window, the dramatic backlight highlighting his angles.
Occasionally the ginger asks him to change his position or moves him somewhere else, soft words and light touches guiding him. Ross is now sitting down on the sofa and Sparkles* tries to tell him how to tilt his head, but he soon gets frustrated because the sunlight is not falling right and he steps forward, kneeling in front of Ross. Sparkles* grabs Ross’ jaw with his hand, frowning as he angles it one way or another.
“What are you doing?” Ross asks amused.
“Looking at your eyes,” Sparkles* replies, staring intensely at Ross.
“Romantic,” he laughs but he can’t help to lick his lips. The passion that emits from Sparkles* focused expression makes Ross look back with admiration, it’s similar to the one he’s seen when Sparkles* is on stage, completely engulfed in what he’s doing. Finally it seems Sparkles* is satisfied and Ross tries his hardest not to even move a millimetre when Sparkles* moves back behind the camera and takes a couple of shots.
“That’s the last one I think,” Sparkles* says. Ross stretches his neck and arms, relieved to move after being still for so long. Sparkles* flops down next to him on the sofa, letting out a small sigh and turning his head too look at Ross. He flicks his gaze over Ross still naked torso, his chest that heaves up and down with his calm breaths, the short dark hair that runs a trail from his sternum down beneath his jeans. Sparkles* smirks a little at the fact Ross hasn’t made an attempt to put his clothes back on after being so eager to earlier.
“Are you enjoying your view?” Ross asks, gesturing at his chest. Sparkles* looks up quickly, focusing on Ross’ face instead.
“Maybe? I mean you’re not exactly ugly,” Sparkles* replies with a casual tone, but there’s a hidden flirtiness in his voice. Ross blushes slightly at the compliment and Sparkles* gets a sudden impulse to touch the other man. He places a hand on Ross’ jaw but this time he tilts his face towards himself, pressing his lips on Ross’, testing the waters. When Ross doesn’t pull away, but rather places his hand on Sparkles* thigh, the ginger kisses him deeper. Ross' head spins a little, it feels so awfully real and dreamlike at the same time, why he goes along with it he doesn’t know. This is something that he could expect to happen during a party, a drunken night out, not when he’s completely sober alone in his friend’s flat. Still, there’s no hesitance when he leans back on the sofa, letting Sparkles* press more bold kisses on not just his mouth.
Sparkles* can’t deny that he wanted for this to happen, it wasn’t his intention but the idea had been there in the back of his head. Ross is attractive, that’s a fact, and Sparkles* is getting more than a little bothered by the fact his body is so close. Ross realises this as well when in attempt to find a better position his thigh brushes at Sparkles*’ groin, causing a moan to slip past the ginger’s lips. Ross moves a hand up Sparkles*’ leg until his palm is against the front of his jeans, he mumbles a question and Sparkles*’ affirmative nod lets him rub the denim harder. Sparkles* takes the moment to fumble with the buttons of Ross’ jeans, eager to find out where that streak of coarse hair leads and smirks satisfied when he sees the obvious tent in Ross’ boxers.
“May I?” Sparkles* asks, playing with the waistband.
“Yeah,” Ross murmurs in reply, lifting his hips as Sparkles* pulls the last two garments off Ross’ body. He takes a moment to take in the naked body splayed out on his sofa, admiring Ross from top to bottom. Without wasting any time Ross is quick to do the same to Sparkles* who gasps when the cold air hits his erection, his trousers are soon followed by his top and socks. There’s a short moment where two men just stare at each other, slightly uncertain how they ended up like this but not willing to stop anytime soon.
“Lube...” Ross says weakly, breaking the silence.
“Huh?” Sparkles* replies, caught off guard.
“You’re gonna fuck me right?” Ross laughs nervously and Sparkles* chuckles, planting a quick kiss on Ross’ mouth.
“Yeah sure, hold on.” He disappears out of the living room , heading for his own and Ross smirks appreciatively at the rear view. When Sparkles* returns, with a bottle of lube in one hand and a condom in the other, he is met with a ridiculous sight. Ross has propped himself up in a pose similar to Kate Winslet, smacking his lips together when he sees Sparkles*.
“Photograph me like one of your French girls,” Ross says with a wink and Sparkles* can’t help but laugh.
“This wasn’t supposed to be that kind of shoot,” Sparkles* remarks but he still grabs the camera and takes a quick photo before he returns to the sofa. Ross strokes his member lazily as Sparkles* open the condom and rolls it onto himself. He coats two fingers with the lube, and after giving Ross a heads up, he slides one of them into the other man. Ross can’t help but taking his bottom lip between his teeth, squirming slightly as Sparkles* moves the digit inside him, quickly adding another. Sparkles* works him open slowly and carefully, making sure Ross is fully relaxed when he squeezes out some lube on his shaft, replacing the fingers with his cock. Nails dig into Sparkles*’ thighs and shallow breaths come from Ross’ mouth whilst he adjusts to the feeling of Sparkles* inside him. Slowly Sparkles* starts to move his hips and Ross wraps his legs around his waist for stability.
They move together in tandem, the small sofa creaking when they pick up the pace. Ross grips the backrest with on hand, using the other to caress various parts of Sparkles*’ face, settling for wrapping his fingers in the ginger mane. Sparkles* gives him a small smile, keeping a surprisingly steady rhythm when he moves inside Ross, his breathing is getting more and more irregular though. Pulling Sparkles* closer, Ross starts nipping at his neck, alternating soft lips with teeth. It isn’t long before Sparkles* thrusts slow down and he leans his head against Ross’ shoulder, climax building in his stomach. He comes with a drawn-out moan, his hips coming to a stop and he pulls out, breathing heavily.
“You okay?” Sparkles* asks as he pulls off the condom and ties it up, throwing it in the bin.
“Well yeah but I haven’t gotten my fun yet,” Ross replies and smirks. Sparkles* immediately gets the hint and leans down towards Ross, kissing him deeply and with passion. When Ross attempts to wrap his hands around Sparkles*’ neck he moves away and starts kissing Ross’ collarbones instead, slowly moving down his chest. He stops when his head is between Ross’ thighs, gripping the base of his cock. Ross’ breath hitches when Sparkles* mouth encloses his head, the warm feeling contrasting the cool air. Sparkles* spirals his tongue around the member, taking it further into his mouth, coaxing moans from Ross’ lips. A fleeting thought of ‘he must have a lot of practice’ flies through Ross mind but soon he can’t think of anything else than Sparkles* head bobbing up and down in his lap, his beard scratching at the insides of his thighs. The coiling arousal at the base of Ross’ spine makes him buck his hips impatiently.
“Imma-“ Ross warns Sparkles* before pleasure shoots through his body and his bitter come fills Sparkles*’ mouth. Sparkles* swallows with a grimace and gets up to get a drink to clear the taste from his mouth. Ross lies on the sofa in a post-coitus haze, wishing he could stay on it forever.
“You’re allowed to put your clothes on now you know,” Sparkles* says, already grasping for his own. Ross groans and reaches a hand out at Sparkles*, wanting him to come back to the sofa.
“C’mere, it’s cold,” he whines. Sparkles* chuckles, throwing Ross’ boxers at him.
“That is why you wear clothes,” Sparkles* laughs but brushes his knuckles against Ross’ cheek, helping him get his clothes back on. Once they’re both dressed and they’ve cleaned up after themselves Ross is prepared to leave but Sparkles* stops him by the door.
“I don’t know if you were into casual sex, but you know, if you wanna do anything again,” Sparkles* says shrugging.
“Uhm, yeah, I mean, yeah sure,” Ross blushes and shuffles his feet. He isn’t used to this side of Sparkles* but he’s curious and he finds the ginger attractive. It can’t hurt right, he thinks as he leaves the flat, the goodbye kiss still wet on his lips.
A couple of days later Ross receives a text from Trott, he opens it and is close to drop his phone when he understand the meaning of its content.
I don’t want an explanation to why the picture was in there with the others but please just make sure it never happens again, I’m fucking scarred for life Ross!!! :O And I’m never sitting in that sofa again :(
Ross texts an apology back to Trott and an obscenity to Sparkles*, from the latter he gets an inappropriate suggestion back instead and Ross can’t help but bury his face in his hand. This is what he has to live with now.
