Falling

Title: Falling
Author: Cin-chan
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: Orange/White, White/Orange what ever the hell you wanna call it.
Annoying Note//: Okay, usually I blame my beta for anything and everything. Well, this one actually IS her fault, and she’ll be the first one to tell you. SO! This is just pretty much pure smut, maybe a little fluff if you cock your head and squint. If it’s not that great, sorry, I was written at one in the morning after excessive amounts sugar and fanfiction readings, and three discussions on weather or not the two were actually gay.

Falling

Of course, now they were playing an entirely new game. Then, it had been the alcohol, now, with only two beers under his belt, Freddy was panting and squirming under the hot teeth and tongue of the criminal known as Mr. White, reflecting on how far he’d fallen. It was a long way down, that much was sure, and Orange couldn’t help himself but push it a bit further. He pulled away from White’s neck, a smile gracing his lips upon the older man’s confused look. He’d gone far enough with the criminal, hadn’t he?

Orange sank to his knees on the dirty bathroom tile, fingers making quick work of the plane black belt around White’s waist, smiling slightly when he hears breath hitching. He pushes his face closer, unbuttoning the casual slacks with his fingers, an idea striking him. Wrapping his hands around the other man’s hips, he leans forward more, taking the zipper between his teeth and pulling it down, resisting the urge to smirk in utter self-satisfaction at the groan he’s rewarded with.

A thrill runs up Orange’s spine, and he wishes, almost begs for a cop, any cop to walk in and see them like this. What would Holdaway say? He’s reminded in that moment, he’s a cop. He’s an undercover cop. He’s about to suck the dick of a criminal, one with a helluva long rap sheet. And he’s never been more turned on in his entire life. He shimmies the slacks down just a bit, pulling out the older man’s penis, licking his lips and tasting the tip experimentally and grinning like mad at the groan it earns him. He takes White in slowly, licking and sucking the head, going a little further, holding his hand at the base and keeping the man steady with the other.

The older man fists a hand in his hair, panting as he watches through lust-colored eyes, and again, Orange feels a race up his spine. This is almost addictive, hearing his pulse rushing in his ears, the adrenaline rush as he takes as much as he can in one fluid motion, relishing in the loud moan White lets out. Strangled groans and garbled swear words, the soft sounds of sucking and slurping, the soft trail of music from outside are the only sounds herd in the bathroom. Orange tears up some as he swallows White to the hilt, trying not to wince as pain spreads from his scalp where his hair is being held so hard it’s a miracle it’s still there.

He’s sucking harder, startling blue eyes shut tight to keep the tears from escaping as his gag reflex attempts to cough the cock out of his throat. He knows White’s eyes are still focused on him, because he can’t tear them away. He moans in pain when the older man yanks his hair, and another idea strikes when he hears-or rather feels-the response. Now he’s moaning and swallowing, bobbing his head back and forth like he’s been doing this his entire life. White slaps one hand against the wall, trying to hold on. It’s too much, too quick, and seeing the kid open his eyes finally and look straight up as his nose brushes a bit of pubic hair, he can’t hold it any longer.

Streams of hot white fluid come without warning, though White attempted to tell the kid, jerking his head back before the other could choke. Most of it ended up in Orange’s mouth, some of it splattering on his face. White looked down and was graced with the sight of the kid crouching, and swallowing what was in his mouth. He was almost hard again just from watching that. Pulling the kid up he crushes Orange against the wall, staring straight into his eyes as his hands undo the other’s belt.

“The fuck are you playing at, kid? Want me to fuck you right here?” The man growled, finally getting the other’s pants undone, shoving his hand inside. Rough stroking, hard kissing, Orange was too close already. That was all it took. A few moments and he’d come hard, moaning into White’s mouth as his eyes rolled back into his head in the perfect picture of rapture. Hair fell into his sticky, sweaty face, and Orange leaned his full weight against the wall, attempting to catch his breath. Shit, he was going to burn himself if he didn’t calm down.

White simply smirked at the other, almost mockingly as he licked his fingers. He pulled away and washed his hands, the rest of the evidence disappearing down the drain. He then zipped and buttoned up, righting himself as he buckled his belt, watching Orange climb back down. Grabbing a paper towel, the older man stuck it under the faucet and cleaned off the kids face, smirking. Neither of them really said a word as White righted Orange, just smiled a bit. Orange grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it in his mouth, searching for his lighter. The brunette pulled out his Zippo, did a flashy trick and lit the cigarette, letting Orange take a drag before plucking it from his lips and taking a long drag himself. He handed it back and turned to walk out, not looking back.

Orange smirked quietly to himself, pulling out his phone. Maybe when he got home, Freddy should check in.

~End

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Cin: So, yeah, tell me what you thought! Even if you hated it, ‘cos really, I have no life and wanna know. Thank you!