who_is_she | tragedy strikes

Gavin was contentedly eating his sandwich, leaning his head slightly against Conner's shoulder. He was enjoying the food, and enjoying their casual conversation even more.

"This is so good," he says, mouth full, "I could eat like 10 of these." He pauses, wiping his mouth with a napkin and chewing his food slowly.

"What are you doing today? Are you going back in to work? I thought we could hang out tonight," he says, bouncing his leg idly and reaching behind him to hold the hand Conner has around his shoulders.

"Nah, I'm done for the day," Conner says, agreeing with Gavin about the food, one-handedly devouring his own sandwich, "I'm all yours, baby." He squeezed Gavin's hand, leaning over to kiss Gavin's cheek. The valve was tightly shut now, and Conner felt nothing but himself, and the worst part about practicing control over his powers was realizing how much he'd started to love feeling the gentle wash of Gavin's emotions, even when they were just enjoying a quiet moment like this. Conner hoped his work would pay off, and he'd be able to find the right balance between enjoying Gavin's presence in his mind and not getting overwhelmed.

Gavin smiles, leaning into the kiss with a soft hum. He does his best to keep his emotions bottled inside him, the way Conner had been showing him, "closing the valve," as he called it, but he hadn't been picking it up quite at fast, and he could see his own relaxed, happy state mirrored in the faces of the strangers around them. He doesn't care, for now, and turns to meet Conner's lips with his own.

"Cool," he says, taking another bite of his sandwich "we can do something tonight, if you want to. I finished that project I've been working on, finally, so I have money now."

"That's great," Conner says, smiling brightly, and as he watches Gavin's face, happy and uncomplicated, his smile turns into a smirk.

"Maybe we can, uh, get some practice in?" Conner asks, leaning close to Gavin and waggling his eyebrows suggestively, "If you know what I mean."

"Stop it!" he laughs, wriggling his hand out of his grasp and gently pushing his face away. It did sound like a good idea, though, and the thought reminded him of something he's been thinking about. He lowers his voice a little, so only Conner can hear.

"Oh, hey, speaking of that, uhh," he says with another light laugh, scratching his nose and looking around to make sure no one was listening. "This is kind of uhh, pathetic, but, well...I was looking...online," he goes on, wincing a little at how silly this is starting to sound, "and. well, I thought I gad, but. I'm not sure I've ever...had...you know...an orgasm." He laughs shortly, before tugging at the neckline of his shirt and taking another bite of his sandwich.

Conner gapes at Gavin, waiting for the punchline or the "just kidding", and when Gavin just turns back to his sandwich, looking embarrassed, Conner feels something like horror. He'd known Gavin's powers had led him to completely isolate himself away from people outside of his computer, but he'd always assumed Gavin had been able to take care of business himself. He'd always found Gavin's past heartbreaking, and this information is like the last straw--Conner is suddenly determined to never let Gavin feel so alone again.

"Are you... You're serious?" Conner asked, still not quite believing it, "But you... You said you did." They'd been intimate via webcams twice, and both times Gavin had claimed orgasm, and now Conner felt guilty about having pleased himself while leaving Gavin unsatisfied and not even noticing.

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Gavin nods and swallows another mouthful, laughing a little, not quite noticing the horror on Conner's face.

"Yeah," he says, "I...wasn't lying, I thought maybe I did, but now I'm not sure. I mean...I couldn't even really try until you gave me pot, and when I tried the first few times I didn't really get much of anywhere, but...it was better those nights when you called, so I assumed...that was it maybe, you know? But everything I've read says you'll know for sure when it happens, so...I'm just not sure."

He looks over at Conner, and sees that he's now gaping at him.

"It's not a big deal!" he tries to assure him, "I guess I'm just bad with my hands."

"That's... That's the worst thing I've ever heard," Conner says, totally serious, leaning back a little to shake his head, not quite sure how to deal with this.

"It totally is a big deal, Gavin," Conner says, turning to take Gavin's hands in his own, "I mean I can't just sit here and let my boyfriend tell me he's probably never had an orgasm when he wants one. We have to go home right now." Conner turns to wrap up his half-finished sandwich, then stands and offers his hand to Gavin.

"Conner..." Gavin laughs again, his face flushing a little, and he takes Conner's hand in his own and follows him back to the car, still eating with one hand, not bothering to argue. It's best that they left now anyway, he thinks, because he was starting to see signs that his embarrassment was beginning to effect the people around.

"I...didn't think you'd take it so hard," he says, fastening his seatbelt.

Conner smiles over at Gavin with more humor, clicking his seatbelt into place and then starting the car, but pausing before he starts to drive.

"I just... I want to give you everything, you know?" Conner says, looking over at Gavin, his mouth quirking up at the corner, "Even if it's an orgasm."

Gavin turns his face away, smiling down at his hands in his lap.

"That took an emotional turn," he says, snickering quietly. He gets quiet while they drive, the nerves starting to build in his stomach the longer he has to think about what they're about to do, and his thoughts are running wild by the time they've reached Conner's apartment.

Conner drives in silence, glancing over at Gavin periodically, wanting to check in with Gavin with his powers, but he held back. When they got to his apartment he moved around the car, throwing his arm around Gavin's shoulders and pulling him close.

"You okay?" he asks, continuing to walk up to his building with his arm around Gavin.

Gavin nods, sliding his hand into Conner's back pocket while they walk, calmed by the weight of Conner's arm around his shoulder.

"Yeah," he says as they approach the door, his voice betraying a slight hint of unease. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little...you know. Nervous. I know I shouldn't be, I mean, it's you," he gives him a small smile, rubbing the bridge of his nose "I guess I'm just always expecting something to go wrong."

Once inside, he turns his face to him, resting his hands on his shoulders.

"Are you, uh, sure you're ready to try to do this again?"

"Yeah, I mean, I've been... Practicing, and I think... It works differently when I touch someone or get touched. It's easier to... Stay in control and hold back when I'm doing the touching," Conner admitted, looking away, reaching up to put his hands on Gavin's forearms, "I mean, that still sucks, but... I can do this for you." Conner leans forward and kisses Gavin briefly, before moving away to find his stash and two pipes.

"And this time, if I feel my control start to slip I'll stop," he says, packing one pipe and handing it over to Gavin before packing his own.

Gavin smokes it gratefully, in long drags, hoping to ease his anxieties. Relief comes quickly, and he leans his back against the wall, tipping his head back on the exhale.

"That's a lot better" he sighs, smiling at Conner with a relaxed expression on his face. "I think I can do this."

Conner matched Gavin pull for pull, smoking faster than he usually did and enjoying the dizzying headrush because of it. Conner grins when Gavin speaks, leaning in close, planting his hand on Gavin's stomach and sliding it upwards.

"Yeah, yeah, absolutely you can," Conner says, kissing Gavin thoroughly. He gets distracted by the kiss and very nearly loosens the valve in his giddy relaxation, but he remembers before he does and pulls back from the kiss, closing his eyes briefly to get ahold of himself.

"Okay, yeah, great, let's do this," He says, putting his hand on Gavin's stomach into his hand instead and pulling him further into the apartment and then into the bedroom. Once they were there Conner paused, idly scratching at his stubble as he considered logistics.

"Okay, let's just--" Conner started to say and then interrupted himself by kissing Gavin again, his hands immediately going to the hem of his shirt and pulling on it.

Gavin sighs heavily, obliging Conner by pulling his shirt up and over his head. He brings his compression shirt with it this time, wriggling out of it quickly before discarding it on the floor and wrapping his arms back around Conner's shoulders and kissing him fast again.

"Let's just what?" he asks, giggling a little, feeling a rush of elation from the high, and from Conner's hands on his now bare skin.

"Let's just, you know, get you naked," Conner says, laughing, speaking slowly as he's distracted by all the skin on display. He runs his palms up Gavin's sides and then around to his back, pressing him close.

Feeling happy, giddy, drunk on Gavin's skin, Conner wraps his arms tightly around Gavin and lifts him, one hand going to his ass to keep him balanced. It's only a couple of steps over to the bed, where Conner gets one knee up on the bedspread and then lowers Gavin, following him down to press him into the pillows. His hands go to Gavin's pants as soon as he's settled, struggling and laughing before he manages to get Gavin's pants open and down his legs.

Gavin laughs when he lifts him, and sits up as best as he can to help Conner pull his pants down and off. His heart rate picks up once his clothes are off, and he lies back on the bed, arms around Conner's neck, breathing through his nose, his leg jittering a little from excitement and anticipation.

Conner slows down once Gavin's naked, relying on reading Gavin's body language rather than using his powers to feel his emotions. He wants to suck up Gavin's nerves and relax him, but he knows once he opens the connection between them it'll be a lot harder to close it off again.

Instead he runs his hands over Gavin's skin, from his shaking leg to up over his hips and stomach, then up to rub his nipples in circles with his thumbs. Conner settles onto his side next to Gavin, careful not to press his body against Gavin as he leans in to kiss him, leaning on one elbow and stroking up to Gavin's neck with his other.

"You okay?" Conner asks, leaning back a little.

Gavin nods slowly, letting his eyes fall shut. Conner's voice relaxes him, and the trembling in his leg slows as he reaches up and rests the hand nearest Conner on his neck.

"Yeah," he says, pressing his forehead against Conners and allowing himself to breathe deeply. "Im good. I'm ready."

Conner echoes Gavin's deep breath, his hand sliding down Gavin's body until he reaches between his legs. He starts slow, just gently rubbing his fingers and palm over the soft skin there, letting Gavin get used to the feel of his hand.

Conner has, well, extensive experience in this area, and he knows the key to giving someone a good time is ensuring they're relaxed and happy enough to let themselves go. Conner kisses at Gavin's face while his rubbing becomes more focused, his fingers pushing between the outer labia to touch the warmer, slicker skin inside.

Gavin involuntarily jerks a little at his touch, but soon settles down, turning his upper body to press his face into Conner's chest and grip at his shirt with both of his hands.

"That's nice," he says with a shudder, adjusting to the feeling quickly, and he can feel himself growing even wetter.

"Yeah?" Conner asks, gradually increasing the pressure of his fingers, sliding up to his clit and then down further to dip into the wetness there, ensuring his fingers are coated so they slide easily against Gavin. He rubs briefly at his clit before lightening the pressure, not wanting to jump in with too much too fast.

Gavin moans softly, moving his hips a little against his hand, feeling heat rising to his face. He covers his mouth with a hand and curls the other tighter into Conner's shirt. His eyes travel downward, watching Conner's movements.

"Fuck," he mutters, "Yeah."

Conner keeps his gaze on Gavin's face, watching his reactions and keeping track of what Gavin likes. He starts to stroke down to his vagina and then up to his clit and back, going slow at first but quickly gaining momentum.

"You feel good," Conner murmurs against Gavin's cheek, "So wet." As Gavin gets more into the movements of his hand Conner can feel his powers like pressure, wanting to spread and flood into Conner, but he resists it. It's easier to resist than it ever has been, and now Conner's confident that he'll be able to give Gavin what he needs without any unfortunate side effects like throwing up and passing out.

Gavin's involuntary noises grow louder and more desperate as the intensity builds, and he can hardly believe how much better this feels than when he had tried to do it himself. His legs are shaking again, but it's no longer from nerves.

"That's it," he mutters, pressing his side against the length of Conner's body, "That's so good, God, Conner." His body twitches and jerks, and he can no longer do anything to stifle the sounds he's making.

Conner bites his lip, watching Gavin's face contorting with pleasure with rapt attention. Hearing Gavin's encouragement makes Conner press harder and work his hand faster, stopping every couple of strokes just to rub hard and fast against Gavin's clit.

Even though Gavin's sounds and the movements of his body are enough to make Conner hard inside his pants, he spares it no mind. He's totally focused on the task at hand, not even rubbing against the hip Gavin has pressed against him. He's also a little worried that receiving such attention would weaken his control over his powers. And besides: this isn't about him.

Conner rubs his fingers hard and fast against Gavin, working now to get him off.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. Just relax and let yourself go," Conner says, his voice surprisingly calm and quiet for the situation.

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"Oh, Christ," Gavin gasps, "I think I'm - I don't know if I can-"

The orgasm hits him before he can even finish the thought, and he clutches at Conner's side desperately as he tries to ride it out, his whole body quivering as his back arches off the bed, feeling himself tightening around Conner's fingers.

"Conner, Jesus, Conner," he half-yells. He's still shaking at the end of it, and he releases his vice grip on Conner's shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow.

"Th-that," he stammers after a moment, with a laugh, "has definitely not ever happened before."

Conner slows the movement of hand as he watches Gavin come, unable to help the bright smile on his face, delighted by the look on Gavin's face.

"Thank god," Conner says, laughing, still moving his fingers against Gavin but slowly and gently, "Well, now you know for sure. Good?" Conner leans in to kiss his cheek and sweaty forehead, shifting closer to lean over Gavin's side.

Gavin nods, turning his head to kiss him sloppily, still enjoying the small jolts of pleasure from Conner's hand working against him.

"Yeah," he sighs, moving himself under Conner and looking up at him with relaxed, half lidded eyes, "I'm really really good."
He sighs and kisses him again, still shivering a little.

"What now?" he asks with a small laugh. Looking down between them, he notices the bulge in Conner's pants was still there, and he swallows. "You want to...I mean...we could try doing something about that, too," he says, a small smile on his lips.

Conner feels a swell of pride and elation at the sated happiness on Gavin's face, finally pulling his hand away from between Gavin's legs. He pulls away briefly to grab a tissue to wipe the sticky residue off his fingers and then toss the tissue aside.

Conner glances down too at Gavin's words, a little surprised because he'd forgotten about his erection.

"Oh, uh, I'm okay," Conner says, "I mean, I'm happy, I don't need anything more. I honestly just really love doing that." Conner laughs, tucking his hand around Gavin's waist.

Gavin rolls onto his side to face him fully, rubbing his hand up and down Conner's arm and smiling contentedly, looking pleasantly dazed.

"Well, okay. You sure?" he asks, leaving a kiss on his chin. "We could...try, you know? Now that I'm not so...overwhelmed, it might not make you sick. I could even just...sit here, with you, and you could do it."

Conner hums thoughtfully, leaning close to kiss Gavin deeply for a moment before speaking.

"Hm, that's an idea. I kept my powers from activating all through that," he pauses to kiss Gavin again, groaning a little into his mouth, "Let's do it. I want you." Now that he's not distracted by pleasing Gavin, his own pleasure comes to the forefront of his attention.

He rolls onto his back, wrapping his arms around Gavin and pulling him on top. He kisses Gavin and and runs his hands up over his back and then back down, spreading his palms over Gavin's ass and squeezing.

Gavin smiles, laughing a little in surprise as Conner rolls him on top of him. He sits up a little in his lap, shaking the hair out of his eyes before reaching down to pull Conner's shirt up over his head. Kissing his neck quickly, he braces himself with one hand on Conner's chest as he works at the clasp on the front of Conner's pants.

"Man," he says, as he backs up enough starts working them down, "I don't know if it's because I'm super high or if it's the orgasm or if it's just you but I have, like, never been so relaxed." He gets Conner's pants down to his mid-thigh, then scoots himself back in his lap, rubbing his ass against conner's erection through his underwear.

"What do you want?" he asks, leaning over him and looking in his eyes, biting his bottom lip. Though he is brimming with affection, the overwhelming nerves he would usually have been feeling now are well under control. Still, he adds, "And...tell me to stop if you start getting sick, okay?"

Conner laughs, putting his hands on Gavin's hips and flexing his hips against his ass.

"Welcome to the world of afterglow," Conner said, reaching over to the bedside table where he'd left his pipe earlier, tilting his head back to light it and take a drag. He nods, blowing out the smoke up towards Gavin's face.

"Yeah, I will, I promise," he says, reaching up to stroke Gavin's cheek with his free hand, "How about just your hand? We can take turns." Conner smirks, taking another long drag and then, a spontaneous idea coming to him, he hooks his hand around the back of Gavin's neck and pressing their mouths together before blowing the smoke right into Gavin's mouth.

Gavin grunts in surprise, exhaling the smoke from his nose with a short laugh.

"Hey, he laughs, "Give me that. Asshole." Taking the pipe from Conner's hand, he takes a hit himself, blowing the smoke back into Conner's mouth before handing the pipe back to him. He reaches into the drawer of the bedside table, where he knew Conner kept his lube, and he squirts a little bit into his hand before pulling his underwear down further, exposing his erection. He smears the lube on his cock, working it down to the base with a few slow pumps of his hand, sliding his thumb over the tip as he comes back up.

"How's that?" he asks, "Good?"

Conner laughs and takes the pipe back, taking another drag and closing his eyes as Gavin touches him. He breathes the smoke out on a groan, setting the pipe aside so he won't burn himself.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good," Conner says, his hands stroking up and down Gavin's thighs, enjoying the smothering of sensation. The weed has dulled his powers and he's still cut off, but the floaty, dizzy feeling and the tactile sensations are still enjoyable.

Gavin leans over to kiss him quickly before sliding back a little further, wrapping his other hand around his dick and working them both against him, quickly picking up a steady pace.

After several minutes he stops for a moment, his arms growing tired and sore.

"Fuck, sorry," he says, guiltily, cursing himself as he shaking his wrists out, "here, let me just-"

He backs up, sitting over Conner's knees, and bends over, taking a deep breath and licking the head of his cock before taking it into his mouth, holding it at the base to keep it steady as he starts to move his head up and down.

Conner makes low sounds in the back of his throat as Gavin works him over, letting the sensations relax him. He opens his eyes when Gavin pulls away suddenly, a little startled by the change. His mouth falls open when he realizes what Gavin's going to do, pushing himself up onto his elbows to watch.

"God, Gavin, you don't have to--" Conner starts to say, but Gavin's already doing it, "Oh god." His hips twitch up into Gavin's mouth, but he does his best to hold still, one hand coming up to card through Gavin's hair.

Gavin hums a quiet laugh against him as he sets to work faster, sucking him in earnest, breathing through his nose as he takes him as far into his mouth as he can. He works his hand in smaller, twisting motions at the base, resting his other hand on Conner's hip, stroking his side lightly with his thumb.

Though his powers are dulled, he still feels himself overflowing with affection. He glances up at him, and the look on his face and the sounds he's making at his touch nearly makes his heart do a flip. He wonders briefly how normal it is to be bursting at the seams with elation at a time like this before shifting his concentration back to the task at hand, working a little faster than before.

"God, your mouth," Conner says, panting, dropping back onto the bed and taking his hand off Gavin's so that he doesn't make him bald. He pushes his hands into his own hair instead, groaning and arching his back.

He starts to breath harder, moaning softly, and feels the press of his powers wanting to activate. He resists, clenching his teeth against letting go too much, not wanting to get overwhelmed in the middle of what was turning out to be a fantastic blowjob.

Gavin takes his mouth off of him long enough to speak, picking the motion back up again with his hands.

"You okay?" he asks, breathlessly, before diving back down, pushing his mouth down as far as he can without choking. He reaches up, grasping at Conner's hand and wrist, trying to give him something to squeeze down on, to stay grounded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," Conner says, squeezing Gavin's hand gratefully, "That's good." Conner wedges his free arm up behind his head, so he can comfortably look down his body and watch Gavin work.

"You're so beautiful, Gavin," he breaths, punctuating it with a low moan, then tilting his head back again and closing his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, God that's good. Harder, Gavin, please." Conner's voice takes on a note of urgency, communicating his undone state better than his moans, which are on the quiet side.

Gavin hums in acknowledgement and gives his hand a squeeze in return, picking up the pace, jerking him as he tightens his lips around his cock, sucking him hard on the downstroke. He doesn't let up, keeping the pace steady, rubbing his tongue deliberately against the sensitive underside.

"Oh, yeah, ohhhhh," he groans, his mouth hanging open on a gasp as Gavin steps up the pace, breathing fast and loud as he feels orgasm approve, "God, oh God, motherfuckin' hell," Conner swore colorfully, his accent becoming more pronounced as he hurtled towards orgasm, one hand reaching down to pull gently on Gavin's hair as warning, "I'm gonna come, Gavin, hell." Then he's arching his back and gritting his teeth, waiting out the last couple of strokes before he's coming, spurting down Gavin's throat. He lets out a long groan, hips working up into Gavin's mouth as he rides out the orgasm before collapsing back down, relaxed and boneless.

"Oh, yeah," he groans out, a big smile on his face as he tried to catch him breath.

Gavin chokes a little when he swallows, and comes up coughing and sputtering as he wipes his mouth and nose on his hand.

"Oh god, sorry," he coughs, flopping down on the bed beside him and breathing hard, running a hand back through his own hair. "I guess I was okay at that?"

Conner laughs, rolling over to put his arms around Gavin and kiss him, quick, unfocused pecks over his cheeks and nose.

"Okay? Okay?" Conner repeated in mock outrage, bubbling over with giddy happiness, "That was okay for, like, Sasha Grey, dude." Conner laughs again, at his own joke, then rolls over to sit on Gavin. His fingers go to Gavin's side, and he grins wickedly as he tickles his fingertips over Gavin's sides.

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