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firewhiskeyficTitle: Teach Me
Author:impala_chick
I am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Gale Cleven/John Egan, Masters of the Air
Challenge/Prompts used: Sex Ed
Summary: Gale wants to experiment with guys, so John leads the way.
Rating/Warnings: None
Word count: 945
Author's Notes (if any): Nope
“Please John,” Gale asks with wide eyes. “I just don’t wanna… I mean. A bunch of the guys are doing it. Why can’t we?”
John pushes a hand through his hair and tires to think about his very sound and logical reasoning that he was going to say.
“It’s just, the other guys have experience with this sort of thing. And you don’t.” John says lamely.
“That’s exactly why I’m asking for your help. I want to have something to distract me. I want to feel good. I can’t just keep on waiting for Marge. Not when I coudl die tomorrow.”
Gale is looking at him with bright blue eyes, bluer than the ocean. John knows he’s going to crumble. He’s wanted to deflower Gale Cleven since the moment he met him. But this isn’t exactly ho whe pictured it. Gale is just feeling kinda desparate. But he’s asking so nicely, John is going to be powerless to say no.
“God, John. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I want to fuckin’ come. And I’m tired of my own hand.”
John groans. He normally isn’t into such juvenile dirty talk. But the words ‘fuckin’ and ‘come’ dripping from Gale’s lips - yeah, that’s really getting John going.
“Fine, fine,” John huffs.
He thinks about asking put-out at first, like this is some big damn chore. Just so he can protect himself from the inevitable fallout when Gale decides he doesn’t want to do this anymore. But fuck it, John’s not that good of an actor anyway. And he wants to enjoy himself.
“Kissing is the same as kissing Marj, I would guess,” John says. “So we can jump to something else.”
Gale nods eagerly and scoots closer to John. He’s got his leg crossed underneath himself, and he’s sitting on John’s bunk, and he looks so damn earnets that John coudl burst.
“Yeah, sure,” Gale says but he sounds nervous. John can’t have that.
He leans over an dputs a hand on Gale’s cheek.
“I’ve got you. There’s nothing you could do that would make me like you less.”
Gale nods slightly, and a bright grin breaks out on his face.
JOhn goes for it after that. He puts his palm on Gale’scrotch, and he’s delighted to find Gale hard already.
Gale exhales sharply, and bites his lip.
“I’m sure you already know this, but the most important part is communication. So does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” Gale says softly. He looks so pliant like this, his mouth inches away from John’s and his eyelids heavy. John could eat him right up, but he holds himself back. He’s trying to be gentle.
“Let me do it to you,” gale says. “I’m supposed to be learning.”
John takes his hand aaway and leans back on the bed, so that his legs are spread wide.
“You’re right.”
Gale grabs for his dick, the pressure just a tick too much but no way in hell is John going to stop him.
“Just think about the way you ilke it,” John coaches. “And then you can do that to me.”
Gale nods and bites his lip again, like he’s really focusing. He pulls John’s dick out of his slacks, and then stares for a moment. John feels a blush kreeping up his cheeks.
“You okay?” John asks.
“Yeah, I’ve just never seen another one before?” Gale says it like a question, which John finds endearing.
He’s so hard, which would be embarrassing udner normal circumstances but Gale doesn’t seem to mind.
“Do you still want to fuck me?” John asks. He’s not trying to rush Gale, but he’s so fucking ready.
Gale nosd. “Yeah, John. Just don’t le tme hurt you, alright?”
JOhn would laugh, except Gale is being serious. John nods instead.
“You won’t,” he says sincerely. He’s spent the bette rpart of 30 minutes getting himself ready, because he had no idea what to expect. He didn’tw atn to take too long and scare Gale away.
John ditches his pants adn moves around so that he’s on his back, his head resting on a pillow. He pulls his knees up slightly. Only then does he actually look at gale’s face.
Gale looks just a little awe struck. John tries not to be smug about it.
“Okay, just push into me slow. I’m plenty oiled up.”
Gale strips off his own pants and climbs onto the bed and stares at John’s hole.
“That’s it?”
“Well I did all the other things. I wanted to be ready for you.”
“So you were always going to say yes?” Gale grins, the cheeky bastard.
JOhn rolls his eyes. “Just fuck me already.”
Gale pushes in, slow and steady. John stretches around him, and reaches for his hand. He tilts his hips down, and Gale follows his lead an dpushes in more.
“You’re doing grea,t” John says, his voice even. But his heart is pounding in his chest.
“God, you’re so tight,” Gale breathes out.
John resists the urge to ask if he’s tighter than Marge. He doesn’t really want to know, not right now. Right now it’s just about them.
“You can go harder,” john says.
And gale does. He pounds into him, and John feels sweat on his brow.
“Is this good?” gale asks, always the gentleman.
“Fuck yeah,” John anwers. He’s floating on cloud nine.
Gale is still focused on him but he’s mostly staring at his dick.
“I’m gonna come if oyou keep fucking me like that,” John groans. He takes himself in hand.
He’s not being a good teacher anymore, because he’s literally jsut enjoying himself.
Oh well, Gale doesn’t seem to mind.
Author:
impala_chickI am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Gale Cleven/John Egan, Masters of the Air
Challenge/Prompts used: Sex Ed
Summary: Gale wants to experiment with guys, so John leads the way.
Rating/Warnings: None
Word count: 945
Author's Notes (if any): Nope
“Please John,” Gale asks with wide eyes. “I just don’t wanna… I mean. A bunch of the guys are doing it. Why can’t we?”
John pushes a hand through his hair and tires to think about his very sound and logical reasoning that he was going to say.
“It’s just, the other guys have experience with this sort of thing. And you don’t.” John says lamely.
“That’s exactly why I’m asking for your help. I want to have something to distract me. I want to feel good. I can’t just keep on waiting for Marge. Not when I coudl die tomorrow.”
Gale is looking at him with bright blue eyes, bluer than the ocean. John knows he’s going to crumble. He’s wanted to deflower Gale Cleven since the moment he met him. But this isn’t exactly ho whe pictured it. Gale is just feeling kinda desparate. But he’s asking so nicely, John is going to be powerless to say no.
“God, John. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I want to fuckin’ come. And I’m tired of my own hand.”
John groans. He normally isn’t into such juvenile dirty talk. But the words ‘fuckin’ and ‘come’ dripping from Gale’s lips - yeah, that’s really getting John going.
“Fine, fine,” John huffs.
He thinks about asking put-out at first, like this is some big damn chore. Just so he can protect himself from the inevitable fallout when Gale decides he doesn’t want to do this anymore. But fuck it, John’s not that good of an actor anyway. And he wants to enjoy himself.
“Kissing is the same as kissing Marj, I would guess,” John says. “So we can jump to something else.”
Gale nods eagerly and scoots closer to John. He’s got his leg crossed underneath himself, and he’s sitting on John’s bunk, and he looks so damn earnets that John coudl burst.
“Yeah, sure,” Gale says but he sounds nervous. John can’t have that.
He leans over an dputs a hand on Gale’s cheek.
“I’ve got you. There’s nothing you could do that would make me like you less.”
Gale nods slightly, and a bright grin breaks out on his face.
JOhn goes for it after that. He puts his palm on Gale’scrotch, and he’s delighted to find Gale hard already.
Gale exhales sharply, and bites his lip.
“I’m sure you already know this, but the most important part is communication. So does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” Gale says softly. He looks so pliant like this, his mouth inches away from John’s and his eyelids heavy. John could eat him right up, but he holds himself back. He’s trying to be gentle.
“Let me do it to you,” gale says. “I’m supposed to be learning.”
John takes his hand aaway and leans back on the bed, so that his legs are spread wide.
“You’re right.”
Gale grabs for his dick, the pressure just a tick too much but no way in hell is John going to stop him.
“Just think about the way you ilke it,” John coaches. “And then you can do that to me.”
Gale nods and bites his lip again, like he’s really focusing. He pulls John’s dick out of his slacks, and then stares for a moment. John feels a blush kreeping up his cheeks.
“You okay?” John asks.
“Yeah, I’ve just never seen another one before?” Gale says it like a question, which John finds endearing.
He’s so hard, which would be embarrassing udner normal circumstances but Gale doesn’t seem to mind.
“Do you still want to fuck me?” John asks. He’s not trying to rush Gale, but he’s so fucking ready.
Gale nosd. “Yeah, John. Just don’t le tme hurt you, alright?”
JOhn would laugh, except Gale is being serious. John nods instead.
“You won’t,” he says sincerely. He’s spent the bette rpart of 30 minutes getting himself ready, because he had no idea what to expect. He didn’tw atn to take too long and scare Gale away.
John ditches his pants adn moves around so that he’s on his back, his head resting on a pillow. He pulls his knees up slightly. Only then does he actually look at gale’s face.
Gale looks just a little awe struck. John tries not to be smug about it.
“Okay, just push into me slow. I’m plenty oiled up.”
Gale strips off his own pants and climbs onto the bed and stares at John’s hole.
“That’s it?”
“Well I did all the other things. I wanted to be ready for you.”
“So you were always going to say yes?” Gale grins, the cheeky bastard.
JOhn rolls his eyes. “Just fuck me already.”
Gale pushes in, slow and steady. John stretches around him, and reaches for his hand. He tilts his hips down, and Gale follows his lead an dpushes in more.
“You’re doing grea,t” John says, his voice even. But his heart is pounding in his chest.
“God, you’re so tight,” Gale breathes out.
John resists the urge to ask if he’s tighter than Marge. He doesn’t really want to know, not right now. Right now it’s just about them.
“You can go harder,” john says.
And gale does. He pounds into him, and John feels sweat on his brow.
“Is this good?” gale asks, always the gentleman.
“Fuck yeah,” John anwers. He’s floating on cloud nine.
Gale is still focused on him but he’s mostly staring at his dick.
“I’m gonna come if oyou keep fucking me like that,” John groans. He takes himself in hand.
He’s not being a good teacher anymore, because he’s literally jsut enjoying himself.
Oh well, Gale doesn’t seem to mind.
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Date: 2024-04-17 03:30 am (UTC)Remarkably coherent.
(I am drunk rn and so making notes of things I need to remember for voting.)
I also love that it seems in question whether John is gonna say yes, but only for us//he’d secretlynprepped!
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Date: 2024-04-17 12:11 pm (UTC)It feels like there's another story or a background hiding beneath the drunken fumbling, I like that. :)
And also how it just...ends, like that. The kind of ending you really wouldn't make when sober, but it works here. :)
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