[ gator's used to the cold. too used to it. whether it be from his own family life to the literal weather, gator's known cold for as long as he can remember. it's molded him into something icy, so when he looks at billy, he sees nothing but weakness in this moment. he steps up to billy, half-naked, pulling him close into a kiss. it's bruising, gator's teeth biting billy's bottom lip. it's horrible and monstrous, how he drinks from billy before shoving him against the truck. ]
Then go on, get in the back fuckin' seat.
[ he unbuttons and unzips his fly, climbing into the truck after billy and slamming the door. he's on him again in a matter of seconds, pants open. he kisses him again, harder, pushing him back against the seat. gator licks up the side of billy's neck - and this isn't as different as he thought it would be. billy's mouth tastes good - his body fits. gator kisses his jawline, his ear, and this is what gator has to overcome - his hand slithers downward, and gator parts from billy long enough for a flash of uncertainty sparks in his eyes. he looks down billy's body, and as his attention hones in on his crotch - another man's dick - he decides that he's here for one thing, and he might as well take it. ]
[ When Gator yanks him close, though, all Billy feels is heat, burning through layers of clothing. He kisses just as roughly as Billy imagined, teeth sinking into his lip, making him groan. It's not enough, though, and soon he's being pushed back against the truck, Gator back to snapping at him, demanding he get in. ]
Christ.
[ Billy tugs his jeans down to his knees before climbing his way into the back of Gator's truck, wondering how all the chicks he picks up manage to even get in. Feeling Gator's weight top of him is even better than he thought it would be. Fuck. He's missed this. Try as he might not to want it, he misses being with guys all the goddamn time. He knows how risky it is. He knows Gator could use this to blow up his entire life. But if that were enough to deter him, he'd be at home right now.
Billy opens up easily for another bruising kiss, grabbing at Gator's hips. It feels different than when they fuck girls together - they're both so hungry for it, for each other. He shivers as lips and tongue work over his throat, his jaw, his breath hitching in his throat. There's a moment where Gator freezes, and Billy just stares up at him, lips parted, watching as those dark eyes wander down to the erection straining the front of his boxers.
Open your fuckin' legs, Gator demands, and Billy can't help letting out a breathless laugh as he obeys, thighs spreading wide against the cold leather seats, goosebumps prickling along his skin. ]
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[ gator's used to the cold. too used to it. whether it be from his own family life to the literal weather, gator's known cold for as long as he can remember. it's molded him into something icy, so when he looks at billy, he sees nothing but weakness in this moment. he steps up to billy, half-naked, pulling him close into a kiss. it's bruising, gator's teeth biting billy's bottom lip. it's horrible and monstrous, how he drinks from billy before shoving him against the truck. ]
Then go on, get in the back fuckin' seat.
[ he unbuttons and unzips his fly, climbing into the truck after billy and slamming the door. he's on him again in a matter of seconds, pants open. he kisses him again, harder, pushing him back against the seat. gator licks up the side of billy's neck - and this isn't as different as he thought it would be. billy's mouth tastes good - his body fits. gator kisses his jawline, his ear, and this is what gator has to overcome - his hand slithers downward, and gator parts from billy long enough for a flash of uncertainty sparks in his eyes. he looks down billy's body, and as his attention hones in on his crotch - another man's dick - he decides that he's here for one thing, and he might as well take it. ]
Open your fuckin' legs.
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[ When Gator yanks him close, though, all Billy feels is heat, burning through layers of clothing. He kisses just as roughly as Billy imagined, teeth sinking into his lip, making him groan. It's not enough, though, and soon he's being pushed back against the truck, Gator back to snapping at him, demanding he get in. ]
Christ.
[ Billy tugs his jeans down to his knees before climbing his way into the back of Gator's truck, wondering how all the chicks he picks up manage to even get in. Feeling Gator's weight top of him is even better than he thought it would be. Fuck. He's missed this. Try as he might not to want it, he misses being with guys all the goddamn time. He knows how risky it is. He knows Gator could use this to blow up his entire life. But if that were enough to deter him, he'd be at home right now.
Billy opens up easily for another bruising kiss, grabbing at Gator's hips. It feels different than when they fuck girls together - they're both so hungry for it, for each other. He shivers as lips and tongue work over his throat, his jaw, his breath hitching in his throat. There's a moment where Gator freezes, and Billy just stares up at him, lips parted, watching as those dark eyes wander down to the erection straining the front of his boxers.
Open your fuckin' legs, Gator demands, and Billy can't help letting out a breathless laugh as he obeys, thighs spreading wide against the cold leather seats, goosebumps prickling along his skin. ]
This what you've been dreaming of, Tillman?