asoncalledgabriel | Love is heavy and light, bright and dark [Dec 8th]

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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark [Dec 8th]

It's been weeks. Gabriel gave up trying to even text Anthony about a week ago and instead threw himself into final rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet. He's tried not to complain to Neil too much about the sudden absence, mostly because he feels stupid for being so worked up about it in the first place. Especially when Neil mentions that Guy's been in a rough patch.

Of course, Anthony must have been trying to take care of his friend. But-- couldn't he stand to answer a text or a call?

He tries to put it out of his mind come opening night. A few hours before the curtain went up, he'd sent Anthony an offhand text.

R&J tonight, curtain up at 7pm.

After that, he leaves his phone on silent and in his bag as they go through final rehearsals and costume adjustments.

For the most part, characters like Mercutio stay in the same costume with minor changes through the show so the audience doesn't lost track of who is who. Gabriel makes his entrance looking like a fashionable young noble of the period, a little more undone than Romeo's other compatriots - a little more fast and loose, as the character is meant to be. He delivers the Queen Mab speech with a dreamer's mania, and his death is impassioned and hopeless all at once.

After his last scene on stage, Gabriel hangs out of sight in the wings, sneaking looks at the audience when he can. The theater is dark, he can't see very far into it, and he doesn't know why he's bothering to look, anyway. Neil told him he wouldn't be able to make opening night and that he plans to come tomorrow or during the closing weekend. He disappears into the dressing room to take off the stage make up caked on his face. He'll still have to go out bow for the curtain call, but he doesn't need contouring or darkened eyebrows for that.

Gabriel reappears for the curtain call and the full cast bow on stage, all bright smiles and exaggerated gestures. He can hear the announcement inviting the audience to mingle with cast members out in the atrium, where light refreshments are being served by one of the student groups.

All he wants to do is change out of his costume and disappear, but Romeo hooks him around the shoulders and hauls him out to the atrium to socialize.

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"You're a good kisser," he adds, his smile turning a bit more coy as Anthony's hand slides over his back. "That certainly doesn't hurt."

That look Anthony gives him makes his stomach flip and Gabriel leans into another kiss to try and quash the feeling. God, but kissing him doesn't make it better.

Gabriel pulls away and lightly catches Anthony's hand to pull him further into his apartment. Part of him is sorely tempted to just shove him onto the couch and continue there. He doesn't have roommates to worry about.

Anthony lifts his brows, amused by this confession, and lets himself be pulled further into the apartment. They don’t make it much further, though, before he stops and tugs Gabriel close again, cupping his face as he kisses him this time.

The truth is, Anthony has missed Gabriel terribly, too, something he can almost admit to himself now that the boy is in his arms. He has missed his mouth, and the feel of his skin under his fingertips, and the way his eyes shine with desire. And he has missed the intimate quiet between, the inexplicably something that softens all of Anthony’s sharp edges and makes the world feel a little less complicated, at least for a while.

He hums softly against Anthony's mouth. Gabriel slides his hands down Anthony's sides, holding onto him as he deepens the kiss, teases with the slip of his tongue before he breaks away, just enough to breathe.

He misses the way the world feels like isn't all cruel and harsh when Anthony's in bed with him. The quiet fierceness of the man's assertions and the tenderness he lets show in little flashes.

There's too much between them. Gabriel's hands find their way beneath Anthony's layers until he can feel his skin, fingers skating across Anthony's hip and back.

Anthony presses his forehead to Gabriel’s and briefly closes his eyes, surprised to find that he is already a little breathless. The feel of hands on his skin makes him sigh, and he surges into another kiss as his own hands find their way under Gabriel’s shirt again, half rucking it up in the process.

“Bed?” he murmurs when they again come up for air. He finds himself a little dizzy, a little surprised at his relief that he is here.

"What, no bending me over the kitchen table?" he teases. For a moment he just enjoys the way it feels to be close, but soon enough he's guiding Anthony back into the bedroom.

Gabriel lets go of him long enough to shuck his shirt off, giving Anthony a better view as they slip down the hall. His heart's already pounding and he's dizzy with wanting. Christ, is he really so easy?

He turns toward Anthony, walking backwards for the last handful of steps. Yes, apparently he is.

“Another time,” says Anthony with a truly wicked smirk. Jacket discarded, tie loose, and shirt half untucked, Anthony looks positively rumpled as he follows Gabriel down the hall. The boy all but saunters, and when he turns round, the need in Gabriel’s eyes sends a shock through Anthony.

Mouth dry, Anthony advances on Gabriel until he has backed into the foot of the bed. He takes his chin and kisses him hard, then gives him a gentle nudge backward.

Christ, no one should be allowed to look that good, or to have such an effect when saying something so mild. Gabriel wets his lips when he runs into the bed and Anthony catches him by the chin for that kiss. He grips the man by the back of the neck until he gets a push back, onto the bed.

He can't help but grin as he lands, catching himself on his elbows. Gabriel relaxes back and his hands are slow as the trace down his stomach to flick open the button and fly of his jeans, keeping his eyes on Anthony's face as he does.

For a moment Anthony can’t breathe. He swallows, and with a care that belies the fast beat of his heart, he undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Only once he has discarded them does he join Gabriel on the bed, leaning over him to capture his mouth again.

Gabriel meets Anthony part way and pulls him down as they kiss. He's missed this, the delicious urgency of being half dressed and unable to get enough. He breathes Anthony's name like a prayer between fevered kisses and pushes his fingers into his hair. Some part of him loves taking apart all of Anthony's careful styling.

Gabriel’s eagerness still manages to catch Anthony off-guard, as does the hunger it spurs in him. He makes an approving, wordless murmurs as Gabriel slides his fingers into his hair, and he ducks his head slightly to mouth Gabriel’s earlobe.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, a breath against his ear.

Anthony's breath so near his neck makes him shiver and for a moment the words don't sink in.

"Just like this," he finally breathes. He wants a dozen things all at once and that's the first one he can articulate. He squeezes his thighs against Anthony's hips and kisses him again. He strokes his fingers down the back of Anthony's neck and rolls his hips up, pressing their bodies tight together.

"Missed watching you come apart," he quips, trying to sound coy but he's pretty sure he's just breathless.

Edited 2018-12-19 18:14 (UTC)

Anthony half-laughs, his nose lightly brushing up Gabriel’s neck. There’s something about the way Gabriel talks of taking him apart that always makes Anthony’s stomach do a flip. As a man dedicated to putting up walls, it should take more than a pretty, clever boy to tear them down. But Gabriel is so good at doing exactly that, and it’s a relief to fall to pieces in his arms.

He growls softly and lightly bites down on Gabriel’s shoulder as he arches his hips. Capturing his mouth again, Anthony rolls his hips in return. They should finish undressing in a moment, but for now he just enjoys how easily their bodies tangle together.

The bite makes him moan, makes his fingers tighten in Anthony's hair. He remembers the first little bruise Anthony left him, almost in that same spot: a sudden, urgent response to a delicious climax. The memory makes him blush but soon enough he's caught up in another kiss, dizzy for it.

He makes some overtures at undressing them further: his hands push between them, manage to at least work Anthony's trousers open and loose, even if he can't push them very far. Gabriel bites the man's lip with another sweet moan as their hips meet.

He tips his head back just to breathe, a giddy, delirious little smile on his face as his fingers drag up Anthony's sides.

Anthony pulls back slightly—not away from the heady press of their bodies, but propped up on his hands so that he can take in the way that Gabriel is laid out. The boy’s neck is arched slightly, his skin flushed, trousers half down his his hips, and dear God, it is such a beautiful sight that Anthony forgets to breathe for a moment.

Belatedly, he manages a shaky exhale, and then he sets to finishing the work of undressing them. He stays close as he drags down Gabriel’s trousers and pants, but gets up again to discard his own. A moment later, their bodies are flush together again, and Anthony is kissing Gabriel with renewed hunger.

Gabriel tries to be somewhat helpful. He lifts his hips, laughing breathlessly as Anthony wrestles the last of his clothes off. But then Anthony's naked too, and he's leaning over him and all Gabriel can smell and see and feel is him. They kiss like they might devour each other and Gabriel grabs at Anthony's thigh as their bodies move together.

He tips his head back just to breathe, dizzy with wanting. "God, Anthony--"

Gabriel’s fingers dig into Anthony’s thighs, possessive and hungry, and he says Anthony’s name with a plea that makes him ache. Anthony wants him—desperately. With another hard kiss he pulls away again, this time to get lube out of the bedside table drawer where he knows Gabriel keeps it.

Gabriel scrapes his teeth over Anthony's chest and follows with a few soothing kisses, as Anthony leans over him to fiddle in the drawer.

When Anthony leans back, he leans up to catch him in another kiss. Maybe he shouldn't distract him if they plan to get any further, but Christ, he's missed him. Gabriel holds on to Anthony for just a moment longer before he makes himself lay back, one leg drawn up in anticipation.

Anthony groans as Gabriel’s mouth grazes his skin. He seems desperate the cling to as much of Anthony as he can, and Anthony is smirking when he returns to the young man’s arms. “Does theater always make you like this?” he teases, though a roughness in his voice reveals that Gabriel is not the only one who is already awfully unsteady.

Pressing a brief, hard kiss to Gabriel’s lips, Anthony snaps open the cap on the lube. He slicks his fingers and slowly presses one into him.

"Could ask you the same," he quips, breathless at the sound of Anthony's voice. "Always so passionate about Shakespeare, Anthony?"

The kiss shuts him up properly and he's left laying there, dazed and smiling as Anthony eases a finger into him. Gabriel makes a quiet sound and tries to stay still, at least for a moment, like he isn't as desperate as he feels.

"M-maybe it's for the best I don't recite sonnets to you." God, he's impressed with himself for talking at all. "Anthony, please," he murmurs, softer and more urgent.

Anthony thrusts his finger slowly, teasing a little as he feels the tension and need in Gabriel’s body. In answer he lifts a brow and brushes their mouths against each other. “I’d like to see you recite anything at all,” he murmurs, sliding a second finger into him on the next thrust.

"Please what?"

Edited 2018-12-20 02:27 (UTC)

"Ah," he gasps, hips lifting slightly when Anthony eases a second finger in. "God, don't stop," he manages, voice tight. Anthony's close, leaning over him like a vision, and Gabriel can't manage to push up enough to kiss him again.

He tries to summon up some memory and the will to speak from there, but for a moment all he can do is feel.

"A man in hue, all hues i-in his controlling," he manages, breath catching as he rocks his hips more firmly to meet the slide of Anthony's fingers. "Which-- which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth."

Anthony’s head swims when he realizes that Gabriel has taken him up on his challenge. The words don’t even matter; every needy, broken sound that Gabriel utters makes him ache with need. “That’s it,” he whispers, mouths close enough that their lips brush together again as he speaks. He thrusts deeper, eager to give Gabriel what he wants, and undone by the way he writhes at the touch.

His thighs tremble when Anthony's hand moves just so. He can feel Anthony's words against his lips as much as he can hear them and the firm thrust of his fingers coaxes another moan from him.

God, he's barely holding on to sanity as it is. What are the bloody words?

"A-and for a woman-- for a woman wert thou first created," he hiccuped a breath, fingers gripping the blanket beneath him. "Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, and by addition of me thee defeated--"

The words die on his tongue as a delicious, sharp feeling shivers through him. "Anthony."

“God, I need to fuck you.” The words are a growl, and Anthony startles even himself with the vehemence of them. The whole world has narrowed to the two of them, and he can feel nothing but the desperate want they both share.

Gabriel’s pleas are too much; he can’t hold out any longer. Pulling his fingers away as carefully as he can given his desperation, Anthony grits his teeth slightly as he slicks his cock. Gripping Gabriel’s thigh, he shifts his legs up a little higher and presses into him with a shaky groan.

"Thank God," he gasps out, though for a moment he feels the loss of Anthony's fingers keenly. He tries to move closer as Anthony pushes his thigh. He feels almost relieved when Anthony presses into him. For a moment he can just wallow in that euphoria - this thing he'd never dreamed he could enjoy before Darrow.

He murmurs another soft, breathless blasphemy.

Gabriel finally manages to open his eyes and he reaches for Anthony, hauling him down into a kiss as he tries to move his hips to meet him.

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