#bluedam

Gansey won’t let himself think about how unfair it all is. He’s sitting at the corner of Adam’s apartment, desk chair spun to face the bed, hands pressed flat to his knees, and watching. Just watching. True love shouldn’t feel like a wall, but it does when Adam pulls Blue’s bottom lip between his teeth. She’s flustered, not scared – not thinking about ley lines and corpses – when her hands come up to his shoulders. She leans into the kiss and Gansey can see the hint of tongue slipping into her mouth.

She makes a noise – it’s a moan unlike any other Gansey’s heard her give – and Adam slips his hands under her shirt to touch her chest. Gansey’s felt there, too… there’s no rule against hands… but he’s never pushed her bra up and taken her nipples into his mouth like Adam does now. That electric moan of hers echoes across the room and Gansey feels heat against his collar. He unbuttons his polo at the same time that Adam pushes her back on the bed.

She likes it, all of it, and Gansey can tell she’ll be wet even before Adam lifts her skirt. He rubs his fingers against the damp spot of her panties and her legs spread. Over the blood rushing in his ears, Gansey hears him ask Blue if she wants him to touch her here, and the answer is a breathy yea. Their mouths find each other again as Adam slips his hand into her underwear.

Please, Gansey thinks, but he doesn’t ask. He simply watches Adam work, his fingers rocking in and out of her, their tongues tied in each other’s mouths. The room is filled with the slick, smacking sounds they make and all of Blue’s little sounds. Her thighs quiver and Adam says something in her ear that she nods to; Gansey's silent plea is answered when he heads south.

Adam doesn’t have to think about whether or not this will kill him. He doesn’t have to worry about the definition of lips and if fate has any tricky ideas about what it means to kiss. Carefree, he hooks a thumb around her panties and pulls them aside. His tongue slides between her labia and licks a slow, deliberate circle around her clit. Her hands dig into his hair, pulling him closer as he laps at her, nose buried in the curly hair between her legs.

Gansey feels himself press painfully hard against his inseam. He tries to discretely rub his palm down the line of it, but his movement quickly catches their attention. Adam asks if its a good view. Gansey nods mutely. It must not be confirmation enough because he pulls Blue’s underwear off and spreads her with his fingers. Now, Gansey can see her swollen clit and the way she glistens. She’s slick from her own wetness and Adam’s spit; her cunt contracts against its exposure, eager to be filled.