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how will I know? // marcus armstrong

summary: marcus has the hots for a barista at florida's trendiest cafe. it's not the pumpkin spice that keeps bringing him back. perhaps its the fact that he doesn't know how to ask her out that's holding him back.

pairing: marcus armstrong x barista! reader

warnings: pumpkin spice lattes, mid-season exams, i don't know jack shit about coffee so if the terminology doesn't make sense, don't sue me. Clement has no filter whatsoever.

how will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer in every heartbeat! how will I know if he’s thinking of me? I’m asking you cause you know about things

florida is a vastly different place before eight in the morning. especially in the fall, trees dyed red and orange as nature takes it’s time ringing in the next phase.

marcus stopped, hands on his knees as he bent over to gasp for air. he never associated flordia with the cold, but when you grow up in christchurch, anything less than boiling is cold.

he took a deep breath, pushing up the sleeves of his athletic sweater and stretching his arms as he began to walk down the quiet street. the off season was no joke. sure, he’s fucked around for a few weeks with some of the old ferrari boys, but now he finally had a chance to make something of himself.

to be a household name.

which meant that despite the outside temperature and the lack of desire tk do much, he needed to keep up the routine. the routine would keep him sane, keep him in fighting condition.

but first, he needed coffee. and indoor heating.

he pushed into the coffee shop on the corner, a quiet yet cozy set up with blown glass pumpkins on the shelves behind the counter, a garland of fake fall leaves strung up around the point-of-sale terminal. lo-fi covers of eighties arena rock played in the background, a tinny rendition inf of Springsteens ‘dancing in the dark’ echoing throughout the empty space.

empty except for one person.

at a table in the back corner, a petite woman of about twenty one sat cross legged, earbuds in and staring at a laptop as she hopped her head to whatever she was listening to and scribbled a few things down on her notebook page.

she sang under her breath as she bopped her head, and marcus could hear the fluctuating notes of “you sexy thing” clashing with the overhead music.

there was something about the care-free nature of her own little world that marcus found very endearing.

sliding a hand into his pants pockets, he turned back to the counter, tapping the bell on the counter to call for a barista.

at the sound, the girl in the corner jumped, apple earbuds falling out of her ears as she stumbled over the kanken backpack on the floor.

“fuck, give me just a second! sorry, we usually don’t get any traffic before eight in the morning.” she groaned, heading towards the counter, cuffs of her oversized jeans dragging on the floor. “it’s mid term season, you know how it is.”

“I don’t, actually.” marcus shrugged “I never went to university.”

the girl laughed, slipping behind the counter. “count yourself lucky. this is hell.” she took a breath, tying her hair in a loose ponytail behind her head. “what can I get you?”

“do you have just, normal coffees?” marcus chuckled, looking at the chalkboard menu on the wall. “something that my trainer won’t kill me for drinking?”

the girl behind the counter laughed, placing a hand over her heart. “someone under the age of thirty drinks normal coffee?”

“such is the life of a professional athlete.”

she smiled softly at him, and he felt his stomach churn as she tapped the tablet screen.

she was so pretty, in such a subtle, ordinary way. the kind that took no effort.

“espresso, latte, or americano?”

marcus placed his order, tapping his black amex card against the machine as she turned around to grab a paper coffee cup, a blue sharpie peeking out over her back pocket. she uncapped the marker, leaning over the counter and resting her elbows against the laminate.

“can I get a name for that?”

“that depends,” marcus grinned, mimicking her pose. his face was so close to her that she could have kissed him if she leaned a little closer. “can I get yours?”

“y/n.” she flushed, blush spreading across her cheeks.

“I’m marcus. nice to meet you, y/n.”

every morning after that, it was like there was an invisible string that kept dragging marcus back. he couldn't explain what pull that the small boutique cafe had, but every morning, like clockwork, he was slipping into the small store, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl who had first caught his eye, sitting curled up in her small corner of the white marble space.

by the second day, he had worked up the courage to ask what she was studying. by the third day, she had memorized his order (americano with cream and cold foam) and by the fourth day, he was coming in early to help her use her study flash cards.

despite herself, y/n found herself longing for the kiwi, the mysterious athlete that had slipped so easily into her life despite it all, despite the obligations that she was sure had to things that weren't her.

it all felt too good to be true.

and you know what, one morning he never came in, and she felt her heart sink, even though there was no reason for it. it's not like he was her lover. he was just another customer.

one she had grown attached to.

of course, marcus had a good reason for not coming in that morning. he knew it was the day before her exam, and he wanted more than anything to be there and help her make sure she was ready. instead, he found himself at the airport, waiting for two different flights to land: james from new zealand, and clement from... well, he didn't actually know where clement was flying in from. sometimes, when it came to the eccentric frenchman, it was better not to ask. and

because he was such a good fucking friend, he was waiting in the arrivals line at the asscrack of dawn instead of ordering coffee. and once his friends had piled into the car, squishing suitcases and duffle bags into the sad excuse of a trunk, he got it into his head that he was going to go straight to the coffee shop.

"mate, you missed the turn to your house." clement frowned, tapping on the window. "where are you taking us?"

james smiled to himself, wiping the sweat off his brow. "he's taking us to see coffee shop girl."

"oh, shit. are you finally going to tell her you love her?"

"oh, fuck you both." marcus groaned, pulling into a parking space in front of the small shop, aptly named 'what's the tea?. "i'm not 'in love', but i want to know her better. she has a big exam tomorrow, and you guys know i've been helping her study, so i just want to make sure she feels okay about it."

clement snorted, sharing a look with james.

"simp." both men said at the same time, laughing hysterically as marcus stepped out of the car, flashing his middle finger at his comrades before he went inside.

when they were done laughing, clement and james followed him inside, greeted by a lo-fi version of 'you shook me all night long'. the cafe was busier than marcus had ever seen it, and there were three different girls working behind the counter today, the tables almost full. he spied y/n's backpack at a corner booth, tucked safely into the corner.

but there was no sign of y/n.

he waited in the line, james and clem behind him, and when he reached the counter, he couldn't hide his disappointment that she hadn't come to ask if he still wanted his usual order.

"what can i get you?" athena, the woman behind the counter asked him.

"hi, is y/n working today?"

athena grinned, leaning against the counter. "you're runner boy, aren't you?"

"he calls her coffee shop girl! they're made for each other!" clem shouted with a laugh, earning a small slap to the chest from james.

"she's in the back, she stepped out to take a break. today has been rough on her." athena smiles softly, stepping back. "i'll go get her for you."

he peeled away from the line, hands tapping his sides nervously as he watched athena duck into the back room. james clapped him in the shoulders, attempting to talk up his longtime friend.

when the door to the back room opened, and y/n emerged from the small break space, his heart stopped. her eyes were rimmed in red, as if she had been crying. her hair was loosely pinned back in a plastic clip, a minuscule droplet of water on her glasses.

and as soon as she saw him, she couldn’t help but smile.

“you came. I missed you this morning.” she said softly, making her way towards him, hands shyly hidden in the sleeves of her sweater.

marcus chuckled, gesturing towards clem and james. “yeah, I had to go pick up these two wankers from the airport.”

almost as if they had heard, both men turned towards the couple, waving their arms madly.

“he wants to jump your bones!” clement shouts before taking a sip of his fancy matcha drink, seductively winking at a blonde behind the bar

“please, pay them no mind.” marcus sighs as y/n starts to laugh. “I’ve known them since I was like, twelve. theyre harmless, just taking the piss.”

“don’t worry about it.” she smiles, brushing an errant strand of hair. “I think it’s charming.”

“your civil lit exam is tomorrow, right? how are you feeling?”

she exhaled, slipping both hands into her back pockets. “overwhelmed. but I think I can do it. i can definitely pass, just not sure by how much.”

feeling james and clems eyes boring into the back of his head, marcus took a deep breath, wringing his hands together. “hey, after your exam, maybe when your life has calmed down a little bit, do you want to grab a drink?”

she beamed, blushing pink as she reached for a cardboard heat sleeve, scribbling her number down on it. “yeah, I’d love that. do you want w coffee? the usual?”

she slipped the sleeve with her number on it onto the cup, her hand lingering over marcus’ as she passed him the cup.

when he went back to his friends, james and clem took one look at the scribbled digits on the side of the cup and burst out into cheers.

as they left the shop, he turned back, stealing a look at y/n as she slipped behind the bakery case. when she saw him, she gave him a smile, and a gentle wave.

and marcus waved back. maybe moving to florida wasn’t a bad thing after all.

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hauntedmoundgaysex · 1 year

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babayaga | sematary/chief keef

pairing: chief keef/sematary

warning/notes: bxb, rimming, oral sex

summary: starting with a birthday, keith and sem reconnect

word count: 5,839

Sem's phone vibrated, alerting him that someone had sent him a message. His heart fluttered when he realized it was from Keith.

Keith

Happy birthday Sem, enjoy your day big boy :)

He smiled back at his phone, although a red blush filled his face with the last part. It wasn't the first message he'd gotten; obviously his family and closer friends had sent him wishing texts, not to mention he hadn't even opened Twitter or Instagram yet. It wasn't usual for him, but he hadn't responded to any of them except for the one his mother had sent him.

But he decided to answer Keith right away.

Sem

thanks :-) means a lot <3

Keith

What are you gonna do today ?? any plans??

Sem

i got nothin. Probably will just smoke away when the sun goes down

Keith

seriously ?? i luv you but that's so sad i gotta get something more for you

Sem

Hey, don't worry hahah i can just order chinese or pizza or sushi you don't have to do that

Keith

duuuude thats so sad i'm booking u a nice dinner bbg

Sem

really?? ty

Keith

happy birthday buddy :-)

Sem blushed from the nickname Keith had given him. He felt powerless; he didn't even want such an expensive dinner, but he still was Keith's baby girl, wrapped around his finger and willing to go along with anything he'd want to do. This time, it worked out in his favor and Sem was admittedly more than excited for dinner.

His friends had finished their show, and Sem met up with the two at the door out, fans stopping them the minute they stepped out. Sem stopped to talk with some of the overjoyed fans and was subsequently showered with gifts, including a baseball hat and a bottle of watermelon flavored lube; a group of girls sang Happy Birthday to him as well. He appreciated the fans, although they could be weird at times.

After the three went back to the motel, Sem groaned and sprawled himself across the bed, barely even taking off his clothes. His phone alarm rang hours later and woke him from his nap.

As he awoke, he found his way to the shower groggily despite already taking one in the morning. If Keith really did want to splurge on him with such a nice dinner, he figured he should at least look like he put some effort into his look. He picked out some nice clothes and changed into them before his phone rang again; this time it wasn't Keith but rather an unidentified number. A car horn sounded from outside of the room as well, nice and loud to let the whole world know that it was here.

"Keith?"

He opened the door and headed out, stashing his phone in his pocket. The car housed a man with brown hair and light skin. Typical NPC, Sem thought.

"Huh?"

The man looked at his phone. "Headed to that new fancy restaurant, Sem?"

"Yes? I think so?" he replied, still confused as hell.

"Kay. I'm your lift, by the way."

"I didn't order an Uber." Sem said, before interrupting himself with "Wait,"

Sem

You sent an Uber for me??

Keith

Duh.

Sem

Hey, that's fine, I could have just taken the bus or asked for a ride!

Keith

I refuse to let you come into the restaurant smelling like herbs or whatever the fuck is in Hackle's car nowadays

Sem

:-(

He clicked off his phone and shoved it into his jacket pocket. The outside gleamed with the sun, which had not quite set yet, and the busy streets which were full of bright lights and people who were too close to the Uber. Everyday it was a new sight for him, despite the fact that he'd been touring for years at this point. Here it was busier though, and he just hadn't gotten used to it.

As the car pulled up in front of the fancy restaurant, Sem smiled and slipped the driver a couple of dollar bills as he opened the door of the car, stepping out into the city.

LA felt so much bigger than Atlanta or Chicago or even any other place he'd been. He had to crane his neck just to look at the shortest buildings, and the fear of being crushed by construction stayed in his mind.

Somebody even opened the door for him as he walked in, and Sem told the person at the front his name

"We have someone waiting for you," he said, quite annoyed. He wondered if Keith had already pissed this guy off, and as he and the host walked into the special, closed off dining section. Keith had probably persuaded and put up a good fight with him to guarantee the nice seating. The room was large and neat; the ceilings and windows were tall, and the space was quiet which Sem appreciated compared to the hustle outside. He knew why Keith had chosen it, it was just so Sem.

The thought of Keith browsing restaurants and thinking of him made him smile.

The host kept walking though, moving past the fancy business area to lead him to an almost closed off section.

Keith sat at the quietest table there was, hands crossed and his face in a goofy smile.

"Keith? W-What?" was all he could squeeze out as his mouth was open from shock. Keith stood up and wrapped him in a tight hug. Once he pulled back, Sem questioned, "What are you doing? At a place like this?"

"Happy birthday, honey," Keith smiled again, ignoring Sem's question only to wrap him in a squeeze.

He held onto Sem for what seemed like an hour, exhaling a deep breath onto his chest. Sem feared of other people judging him but since he had Keith by his side he didn't care.

They tore apart once Keith couldn't breath from how he had nestled himself inside of Sem's shirt. They both shared a quick laugh.

"Anyways, I ordered us the best champagne they have here. I have to make such a big and important birthday as special as I can." Keith explained as he flipped through the menu with his spare hand.

"Huh? Like my age is a big milestone?" Sem questioned. Sem's breath hitched. Keith was just his friend, but with all of his words and special gifts he could realize the feelings in his stomach bubble over.

"Ah, you're right though. I guess it is pretty special, baby," Sem tried out a new name and Keith smiled in response.

They both looked at the menu, which was expectantly expensive; Sem sipped his champagne and attempted to reciprocate the near flirty words that were spilling out of Keith's mouth by the minute. He wasn't even sure how it happened, but their legs were pressed against each other, and Sem felt his right hand creep up against Keith's thigh; he was able to feel the heat of his skin.

The desperation in his bones was unfathomable, and all he wanted was more and more.

"Want dessert? They have some good stuff here," Keith asked.

Sem didn't take his eyes off of him. "Nope. I'll pass this time,"

"No? Huh, was I this bad this entire time to the point where you actually want to leave me?"

Sem could just hear the teasing in Keith's voice. "No. I want this night to keep going. Where are you staying?"

"Some decent hotel. Not that far away."

Sem had known Keith long enough to realize that "not that far away" really just meant across the city, so he shoved his phone and wallet into his pocket and stood up from his chair, and he heard Keith growl into his ear,

"Princess, I'm ready to ride, we need a car."

Sem couldn't remember anything about the ride to the hotel besides the fact that all he wanted was for his hands to be on Keith's, and to exchange only the sweetest of kisses with him. They walked into the hotel as one, and Sem couldn't take any notice of his surroundings as he buried his face into Keith's shirt, the scent so familiar to him, providing the source of comfort he needed. The elevator couldn't seem to move any slower and it killed Sem each time the floor stopped to let more people in. If the room was any farther away, Sem felt like he might have passed out from the lack of his love for him.

Keith barely had time to shut the door before he finally gave Sem what he had wanted for so long, the thing that he was yearning for at the restaurant. Keith kissed him desperately, first on his soft face, where his perfect mustache itched at his lips as he pressed kisses to Sem's own. Sem's shoulders collided with the door when Keith moved down to his neck, and as he continued to suck all Sem could do was moan out his love's name. Beneath him, Sem melted and moaned into the kiss that Keith had him in.

Pulling him tighter, Keith suddenly had Sem in a tight embrace, their pants clashed against each other and Sem blushed as Keith grinded himself onto his dick. Keith kissed down his face again, pressing kisses to his jawline and neck, finally finding his favorite spot of Sem where he started to suck at him. A deep red mark soon formed on Sem's throat and Keith pulled back with his saliva still connected to him. Pulling at his tie, Keith whispers into Sem's ear with a smooth whisper, "Mind if I do this?"

Sem was quick to respond with, "Not at all, baby,". It took Sem back to their days in the studio, where he would carelessly ride Keith without a care if anyone found them. It wasn't just sex they had, more just ultimate love that they shared in private. There was a time where Sem didn't know if Keith was his friend or lover, but he loved what they had now, especially since they were loving as one soul, their love more than anything than Sem had ever experienced before. Keith takes Sem's hand and chases him playfully to the bed where he pins him below him.

"I needed you so bad today," Sem moaned, tipping Keith's head up so he could plant his own small kiss on his neck.

"I missed you, baby, fuck, you're so pretty when you're about to cum," Keith teased, licking Sem's lips so he can finally taste Sem in his favorite way.

Sem's knees shake; whenever Keith teases him he can't help but feel so weak and ready for anything he's trying to do. His breath hitches as Keith pulls the tie a little tighter and tongue kisses him, obviously gaining control over Sem's tongue easily. Keith raised his knee to find Sem's crotch again, grinding against him.

Keith's hands find their way to the front of Sem's pants quickly and Sem can feel himself melt and his breath hitch. Giving him a lewd smile, Keith pulls down his pants with his teeth and immediately starts to palm at Sem's erection, silencing his whines with just his soft whispers. He kisses at his clothed cock, pressing his face closer if only to just hear Sem's desperation.

"I missed it so bad, how your dick felt in my mouth, baby," Keith smiles and kisses his briefs a few times before gripping the waistband of them and pulling them down slowly, letting his cock bump him on the nose as he freed it. With a chuckle, he starts to run his hand on Sem's cock, already slick with pre-come that collects on his hand.

"Think it missed you too, Keith," Sem jokes, but he's still surprised at how fast he had gotten hard just from being kissed by Keith. His fingers dug into his thighs and Sem responded by placing his hand in Keith's hair, causing him to smile cheesily and press a kiss to the head of his cock, quickly tipping his head up before he decides to start sucking at him.

"You're the most beautiful boy I've met, Keith. I'm so glad I have you," Sem exhaled, the endearing words almost slipping through his lips with the pleasure he was feeling. A light blush covered Keith's cheeks, because he's honestly never thought of himself in that way, never has he thought that Sem saw him as such; regardless he smiled as the words echoed in his head.

Keith finally runs his hand along Sem's cock, causing him to moan out. "Oh, god," he whined, after so long without Keith being on him. "Fuck, Keith, I need you this minute."

Keith knew exactly how defenseless yet adorable Sem would get when he sucked him off, and he lived for the feeling. He softly licked him from the base of his cock to the very tip; he took the head into his mouth and flicked his tongue around it. Keith doesn't care if he looks or sounds stupid, because the noises Sem is letting out already drove him insane. Circling the shaft again, Keith continues to nearly taunt Sem with how slow he makes his pace, lapping at him at such a grudgingly slow speed that Sem can't help but beg for his tongue and more.

The wet heat of Keith's mouth drove Sem insane; all he wanted was to thrust his hips in between his warm lips, but he still wanted to let Keith take his time with him exactly how he pleased. How he felt with Keith, his Keith, could ever be replicated for him. His thighs begin to shake, and Sem can feel his orgasm building while soft little sighs escape his lips.

Sem pulled at his hair with a small hint of encouragement towards his shy lover. Looking down, he sees Keith in the process of throating his cock and it's enough to make him come alone. His hands join him to assist Keith in bringing Sem to his orgasm. His stomach uncoils and Keith bobs his head off so Sem's sticky come now covers his face. He chuckles at the thought of it before getting up to kiss Sem.

"Keith! No offense, but I really don't want to taste my own nut right now!" Sem scolded, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to buy you a present so I hope I can do." Keith chuckles, holding Sem close.

Sem opens the bathroom door and emerges back into the living room, nearly tripping over a random trash can in the middle of the hallway. He curses, muttering out, "Couldn't someone just clean up around here?" Keith chuckles in response and lays back on the fold out couch. "Not unless you would want to see me in a maid costume," he jokes.

Keith watches and giggles as Sem tries to find his way to the couch, bumping into every chair and table and apologizing to them hastily. By the time Sem finally makes it, Keith was laughing so hard at how much of an idiot Sem could be. Regardless, he was Keith's idiot, and they both loved it. Maybe they didn't like any terms to describe what their relationship was, but it didn't matter to Keith nor Sem. He flings his bag down on the couch with a sigh.

Keith nods and kisses Sem's cheek. "Welcome to the big world. The kitchen is that way," he gestures, pointing across the spacious suite. Moving to the kitchen, he wipes down the counter before rummaging in the fridge for a bottle of wine. "Do you want any?" He asks, noticing that Sem had followed him.

"Yeah. Wanna watch something?"

Sem's face lights up and he smiles and nods. If he was told at the start of the day that he'd be drinking expensive wine out of paper coffee cups and crushing Keith on the sofa of a random hotel suite, he'd think it was too insane to be true. He couldn't be more happy that it was happening now, since this was already shaping up to be his best birthday. Keith interrupts his thoughts with his question.

"Hmm. What do you even watch? Paint drying?"

"Keith!" Sem scolds. "Hey, I like a fair amount of things. Like, uhm, Criminal Minds and Dateline!"

"Hell no, I'm not watching that and driving home when I know there's some weirdo next to me on the street carrying someone in their trunk." Sem can't argue with that.

"You seem like a Toy Story kinda guy, Sem."

Sem can't even protest, because he knows its true. "Fine, I also like Spirited Away a lot," he spits out, hiding his face.

"Don't be ashamed, that's an amazing movie. I'll try and find it in the directory." Keith took a sip and fiddled with the remote for a couple of minutes before the all too familiar music that Sem had loved hit his ears. A smile crept onto his face from the wine and just from being next to Keith.

"You think they'll let us smoke here?"

"Probably not. But I don't think they can stop us."

Keith nodded in agreement and dug into his own bag, returning with a bag of kush and papers.

"Keith, are you sure this won't make this entire place smell like weed?"

Sem usually didn't smoke weed but for Keith he was willing to.

"Nah, but I don't think they can really call the cops on us if we're already long gone."

Sem chuckled; he couldn't even argue with that logic. He pulls his own weed and a lighter out of his bag.

"Hey, don't trust weed you get from fans! What if they put a love potion in it?"

"Come on, you idiot! I'll only love you," Sem teased, lighting the joint with his pink lighter.

Keith grinned and took the blunt from his fingers, sneaking it between his own lips.

Keith dug around in his bag for a bit until he returned with his beatpad, which was covered with stickers of bands he liked and cartoon characters he found cute. Smiling, Sem leans on his shoulder as Keith turns it on.

The look Keith gave him back was whole and honest, which was something Sem often saw in himself. He smiled when he realized that Keith had picked up on his cheeky mannerisms. Sighing, he smiles sweetly and turns to kiss Keith. His hands drift to his face to cup it and bring it closer to him

It felt like forever since their last kiss, and as a result they both were hungry for more and more. Desperate love filled the air, and both Sem and Keith were ready to swallow it whole. Fast hands and tongues overwhelmed the both of them with premature pleasure.

The kiss was the life that fueled both of them, unlike many others they'd had to this point. It made fireworks and thunder appear into Sem's mind, planting the image that he was the firework that exploded into Keith's storm and started this all.

Sem made the first move this time, nearly tearing the buttons off of Keith's expensive shirt, to which he responded to with a gentle tsk. Keith's hands untucked Sem's shirt and exposed his already hardening dick, unsettled with only one blowjob. They moaned against each other's lips and sighed once they pulled apart.

"Now baby, get onto that bed before I throw you out the damn window," Keith teases and Sem complies almost immediately. He takes Keith's hand in his and lets him drag him along anywhere he desires. Each time Sem blinked, an article of clothing disappeared from either his or Keith's body, until they both were in their boxers. Sem pressed his body into Keith's, but he flipped him over and crashed against his chest.

"Oh, look at my baby. So perfect for me." Keith teased, taking a hand to clench around Sem's chest.

"Don't make me embarrassed before you're inside of me," Sem fired back.

"Baby, I can do anything I want to you and you know that," Keith chuckled halfheartedly, taking his chest and squeezing down on a nipple.

Sem didn't have time to tease Keith back since he had grabbed his hips and pulled them both together. Being aware of how hard he was, Sem moaned for his sweet release that hopefully wouldn't be delayed by Keith's playfulness. He could tell that Keith was in a similar state as well, and as their cocks brushed against each other, both erupted into choruses of sweet moans.

Keith was more desperate than him, if even possible. His hand dipped into Sem's shorts and brought out Sem's cock. A perfect–yet long–handful of pink filled his hand, and it came to Keith in surprise each time that he was uncut. Against Sem's wishes, he'd been sure to mention how perfect his cock was.

"Fuckfuckfuck yes, please, Keith," Sem rambled, hands drifting so they reached Keith's shoulders. Keith took mercy on him before he spit on his hand and started to jerk him off, smirking about how his skin felt in his hands.

Sem was quick to follow, nearly tearing Keith's shorts in an attempt to get him off. Cut flesh lined his cock, and although it wasn't as long as Sem's, it was painfully thick, something that Sem had always been sure to report. Reaching into the drawers, Keith returns with lube. He notes the large sex toys in the drawer.

"You– carry those around in your suitcase?" Keith chuckles, seeing things that he feels like he shouldn't have. "I respect it!"

"Hey, don't be like that, you know how lonely I get when I think of you," Sem sighs, knowing that there's no excuse to carry around goddamned sex toys in his luggage.

"It's okay, princess. Just show me what you do when you think of me."

The smile on his face was unmatched, and Keith responded by wrapping his slick-with-lube hand around his cock, and in response Sem runs his lips around the base.

"I always think of you sucking me off," he sighs. "I also think of when I suck you off too, and how you always grab my hair. Keith's more than happy to comply, and he places his hand on the back of Sem's head. But he pulls off, all too sudden, and Keith moans in the loss of friction. Sem sits between his thighs and takes Keith's cock in his hands.

"This is my favorite way to please you," Sem muses, making his hand run down his length faster. He'd been just as surprised when he learned that Keith was cut, but it didn't change or falter any of his feelings, and totally not his erection. "Do you want to see my favorite way to please you, Sem?" Keith teases.

Sem didn't need someone to tell him twice. He lets Keith run his finger across his slick hole, causing him to shudder immediately. Keith does it against, except a tad slower but harder. Sem whines and flinches in Keith's arms, where he holds im with one. Next, he rubs a gentle rhythm over Sem's hole.

"Nobody's like you, Keith. Nobody does this like you do, baby, please, I just need more," Sem stumbles; words flood out of his mouth.

Keith pressed a finger into him, slightly spreading him. Sem moans, clenching his fists in pleasure, knowing that Keith is taking his sweet time. A second finger from Keith slides its way in, and soon after a third. He works his hands in a small circle before adding his last finger. By this point, Sem's quivering like a poor leaf.

Keith kisses him, deep and sweetly, before he moves his fingers. Tiredly, Sem melts into his mouth, and as Keith removes his fingers he whines. Keith takes mercy on him again and turns him over while he slides a condom on his dick before adding some more lube to Sem's entrance.

"Fuck, please, Keith," he smirks. "Fuck me right now."

Keith gives him exactly what he wants.

He puts one hand on Sem's hip, and one on his cock before he pumps it around Sem's hole, all while he's moaning and begging for Keith.

"Is this–?"

He couldn't ask whatever he was about to say because Keith was now inside of him, deep into him. Sem's dick throbbed from only the first time he pushes in.

"Fuck!" he yells out, just as Keith's pulling back, only to enter him deeper than before. Their breaths are synched and their hearts both pulse.

Once he settles himself in Sem's heat, he nearly comes just from how perfect he is. However, he decides to lean forward and cover Sem's bare body with his own. He feels his chest blow up each time he breathes so close to Sem and his warm body.

"Fuck, princess, you feel good," Keith rasps, gripping his thigh. Sem can only moan and beg for him to move his own hips so he can feel stimulated.

Keith nods and gives Sem what he wants again, unable to deny his love at anything. He thrusts his hips out and into him at a speed which picks up by the second.

Keith holds Sem's hips straight as he thrusts into them hard. Sweat beads at his forehead and the only sound that either of them can hear are pleasured whispers and moans.

"I'm so close, please, just need you, right now, god,"

"Baby boy, I got you. I'm gonna cum inside your ass and make you come too," As proof, he runs his hand along his cock.

Unable to delay his orgasm, Keith thrusts harder into Sem as he comes into Sem, filling him with his heat while he moans out. They both pant after coming down from the intense orgasm, and Keith pulls out with a shaky shudder while Sem flops down on the bed. Keith's the first to speak, with a whimper of

"Fuck, Sem, that was–fuck, it was so..."

"I know what you're gonna say, and I agree."

—

They cleaned up–together, of course–in the roomy hotel shower while still chuckling like little kids at every small inconvenience. Keith stepped out in cotton pajamas that just looked so expensive to Sem, considering that he just slept in boxers. The contrast didn't matter to him; he just wanted to share his bed with Keith, no matter how he was dressed. Wondering a bit about his pajamas, Sem finds himself lost again. Did he know the person who made them? Or did he just pick them up himself from a store? The thoughts were stupid but he loved to have them.

"How long can you stay with me, baby?" Keith whispered into his ear endearingly.

"Someone is calling me over at LAX tomorrow," Sem flinched, not wanting to share the news. Keith stayed quiet, possibly out of disappointment. "Baby, is that okay?"

Smiling, Keith cuddles into Sem's chest. "It's okay. It's just been so long since I've let myself be like this, all of this time, I was an idiot," he breathes out. "I can't remember the last time I've shared so much love with you, maybe since,"

Sem finished, like he knew what Keith was about to say.

"It's been too long, I don't know what we were thinking before this. Before that, it was too long too. You won't make me wait again, right baby?"

—

Keith and Sem awoke after what only seemed like five minutes, although all of them were shared together with utmost care and love. Keith blinks his eyes open and feels Sem's strong arms around his shoulders. Playfully, Keith shakes him awake and presses a kiss to his face.

"I'm hard," Keith smirks as he leans against him.

"Well, morning to you too, baby," Sem sighs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"How did you sleep?"

"I did so good, baby. So well. Only with you," Sem yawned. "We should go out to eat somewhere, I'm so damn hungry, Keith,"

"I'm happy to hear that," Keith smiled. His hand reaches the top of the covers and pulls them off to expose his erection.

"Can't you wait until we get back from brunch?" Sem shakes his head.

"Better not keep me waiting," Keith teases, bringing Sem to the closet so they can get dressed.

–

LA was louder in the morning; the skies were filled with flags and yelling and music and commotion, and they weren't even in the heart of the city.

Keith insisted on paying for everything Sem wanted, and although Sem didn't like to spend too much money, he was ravenous. Bagels and butter and smoked salmon headlined the one shop Keith and Sem had decided to check out.

After a light breakfast, Keith wiped his mouth and whispered to Sem.

"What do you want to do today? We gotta make the most of this," Keith asked.

"I don't feel like doing anything like that, maybe we can just go back to the room and—"

"Snacks?"

"—take care of this for you," Sem teases, stroking the front of Keith's pants.

Sem decided they should stop at a gas station for snacks before they headed back to the room. He picked out Diet Coke cans and bags of Doritos and Sour Patch Kids, not caring about a thing because he knows Keith will eat along with him. The two raced like kids back to the apartment with huge smiles on their faces, finally reaching their door with small little sighs leaving both of their mouths.

They turned the TV on again and Sem smiled as an old season of SpongeBob was playing. Keith took his hand in his and squeezed it gently. He picked up a Dorito and bit into it, letting the chip fall around his body. Just the look Keith gave him back made him fall into a fit of laughter and crush the remainder of the bag with his thigh.

"Hey! I wanted some of those, you idiot!" Keith growled and tackled him back, pinning him down for what seemed like the millionth time in the past couple days.

"When we're like this, baby," Keith asks. "What do you think of me?" He nips down on Sem's neck as a way to tease him.

"How sexy you are baby, and how bad I want you inside of me." Sem grinned. "Would you? Would you fuck me again?"

"Yeah. Of course, baby. I wanna do something else to you today," he exhaled.

Sem nodded hurriedly. "Yes, please, Keith."

When they fucked yesterday, it was different. Although they arguably had less time, their kisses were already softer and it was clear that Keith wanted to take his time with his love.

Sem was like a present to him, something small and perfect that was for his eyes only. Nobody else could see him so disheveled and ready to be fucked. That was only for Keith. He was the only one who'd seen Sem's other sides and how he was when he was alone. The connection they had ran in their bones and blood deep.

Keith spread his legs and fastened himself between them. He started to cover Sem in kisses, starting at his soft chest and down his stomach and stopping at his cock. He winks and kisses the base, the tip, and finally he runs his tongue across the shaft, around and up. Keith slides his teeth in to tease at his tip once again.

Sem turned to bury his face in the pillow with a sigh as he felt Keith move down, over the hump of his ass and between his cheeks. Keith's stubble made him flinch from the new feeling it gave him, but his wet tongue around his hole distracted him, bringing him away from any doubts he might have had at any point. His tongue worked wonders, licking soft rhythms over his entrance. Occasionally he reaches his hands to grip at Sem's quivering thighs and hold them down. His hunger doesn't falter and he impatiently starts to fuck his ass with his mouth.

Sem moans out with his full heart as Keith continues to eat his ass, and he tries to move in hopes of at least getting a little more stimulation from what he's doing. Keith moves to spit on his fingers, immediately pressing one into him much like he had done with his tongue before. Softly, Keith continues to fuck him open with just his fingers and tongue. His slow pace made him shiver. Eventually, he backs away just as Sem feels he's about to come.

"You better turn around," he demands in a soft tone.

Sem nodded, already so stimulated.

"Did you like me when I did that, baby? Do you like it when I eat you out so good?" Keith smirked as he put a condom on his dick again.

"Yes, yes, yes. It felt so good, baby." Keith kisses his thigh and Sem moans.

Keith finally got the guts to push into his Sem for what could be the last time in a while. He was certain it wouldn't be their last time. Sem felt himself tighten almost immediately, his prior stimulation coming back to double with Keith's cock in his ass. He was there for Sem, and he made it known with the way he lowered around his body and pressed kisses to his shoulder. Keith finally decided to thrust into him faster, although differently from what he had done the previous night.

Sem moaned as Keith kept slamming his hips into him as deep as he could. His body shook as his orgasm built, and Keith took it as a hint to go faster. Keith moaned rawly, letting his breath get warm on Sem's chest. In response, he wraps his legs around Keith's and muffles his moans with his hands. He came with a groan and let the come cover his lower body. Only a couple moments passed before Keith came inside of him.

Keith panted and wiped the sweat off of his forehead before he pulled out of Sem. He got up to throw the condom away in the bathroom. Once he comes back, he's right on Sem again.

"We need to do this more," Keith pants. "Why don't we do this more? I genuinely don't know at this point?"

"I feel the exact same way," Sem sighs, still coming down from his orgasm.

After Sem finishes cleaning up, he flops back down on the bed and starts to fiddle with his phone. The light glows up his face and Keith smiles. "I have to go, baby, I'm sorry. I only have an hour."

"Maybe you should be packing up? What are you doing?"

"I gotta talk to him, that guy," Sem sighed. "He's the one who's booking the damn flight."

—

The next time they joined him after their show, all Sem could think about was how much he missed Keith. How much he wanted him by his side.

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