#malcom gallant

The hot California air clung to Y/N like a skin tight suit. Which was mildly miserable considering he was already wearing a normal suit. One that his best friend had made him wear, because on first glance of his choice of clothes Gallant said- “I will not go out to a club with a drab, depressing accountant.” 

So with much fight, Y/N was now currently in one of Gallants more tame outfits. A simple maroon suit with black sequins accenting the lapel, all topped off with a floral shirt underneath. 

He had to admit that he looked pretty dashing in the suit. He was reaffirmed this by Gallant’s simple ‘wow’ upon seeing him. He even thought he saw a small blush creep up Gallant’s neck at the admission but he just blamed it on the summer heat.

Now here they were at one of the most popular clubs in LA. It was amazing how many people were waiting outside to get in. Not that they had to wait, because with one flick of his hand to the bodyguard, Gallant and Y/N were inside and bombarded by music and the smell of sweat.

Before Y/N could even fully process all the people and his surroundings- Gallant grabbed his hand and was pulling him toward the crowded bar. Upon arrival, they were mere inches from each other, before the blonde turned to the handsome bartender and ordered two Appletinis. 

“Gal, I don’t drink fruity drinks.” Y/N had to shout over the music so he could hear him. This made Gallant turn to him with a smirk.

“But darling, fruits are more fun.” 

Both men let out a laugh and soon received their green drinks. Before Y/N could even take a sip from the liquor, Gallant had once again, grabbed him and pulled him away. This time to talk with a group of strangers. They held themselves like celebrities but he didn’t really recognize them so he pegged them as just Gallant’s clients. 

Gallant bounced around the club, talked to many different groups of strangers as the pair progressively got more drunk- thanks to the nice waitress’ continuously bringing them different concoctions of alcohol. But through the whole endeavor Gallant never stopped touching Y/N. Be it an arm around the shoulder, hand on the small of his back or even straight up holding the others hand. Y/N wasn’t able to decipher if they were acts of affection or simply not wanting his friend to get lost. Either way, he savored every touch from the other man and hoped it wouldn’t end.

Finally Gallant pulled Y/N to a near by booth and took a seat with a huff. Unfortunately, there was only room enough for one. So like the drunken gentleman Y/N was, he stood next to the blonde and gently swayed while sipping his drink. 

“Wh-Why aren’t you sitting?” Gallant mumbled out through slurred words.

“Because there's other people here Gal.” Y/N giggled and pointed to the other guests at the booth. None of them seeming to notice the two friends. “I’m okay with standing.” 

Before Y/N’s intoxicated brain could understand what was happening, he was sitting on Gallant’s lap with the others arms wrapped tightly around his waist. It took him a second to realize the man had pulled him into his lap and he hadn’t fallen down.

“Gal, what are you-” 

Before Y/N could finish his sentence, he heard Gallant’s soft voice in his ear. 

“‘M sleepy.” 

“Let’s go home then.” Y/N tried to turn his head to look at him but was met with sweaty blonde hair. The sickly sweet scent of expensive shampoo and Gallant’s natural smell filled his nose. He couldn’t get enough of it.

He couldn’t savor the moment as much as he would have liked before he was on his feet again as fast as he’d been pulled down. 

“I fucking love this song!” 

Was all a drunken Gallant shouted before he was once again pulling Y/N somewhere. This time to the dance floor where all the other people in the club were amassed. 

His head spun from the lights and people dancing around him. It wasn’t unpleasant but he needed to hold onto something to keep from falling flat on his butt. The closest thing was Gallant. He grabbed him by the shoulders and was reciprocated with hands on his hips. 

“I thought you wanted to go home.” Y/N shouted, unaware of how close they really were. Their chests were inches apart like they had been at the bar. 

He couldn’t really focus on their proximity as he stared at the beautiful brown eyes that stared back. He was mesmerized, like he had been by Gallant countless times tonight. His focus shifted to Gallants pink lips as he opened them to say something. His words died in his throat when a random dancer bumped into the blonde, knocking him right into his friend.

Their bodies clashed but thank god Y/N kept them up right. He didn’t know how he didn’t drop, not just from the crash but from Gallant coming close enough to kiss him. Well actually they did briefly brush lips before Gallant steadied himself but didn’t move away. 

The kiss was replaying in Y/N’s head a thousand times already, even though it happened only moments ago. It was awkward and clumsy, barely even a kiss, but he felt his insides turn warm at the contact. He must have looked pretty stunned too by the way Gallant was smirking at him. 

He expected his friend to laugh or make fun of him but the last thing he expected was Gallant leaning in close and pressing their lips together again. 

It felt like a spark of electricity was exchanged between them in those few moments. Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening, he was to stunned to move until he felt the lips on his begin moving. He was quick to melt into the kiss, moving fluidly with Gallant like they had done this before, which technically wasn’t untrue. 

Before he could think, his body was moving for him. He moved his hand’s from  Gallants broad shoulders to his short platinum hair, threading it through his fingers and grasping it tight. 

Unfortunately, to Y/N’s dismay, the kiss came to an end as Gallant pulled back and leaned into his ear. 

“I think I wanna to go home now.” His hot breath fanned over Y/N’s neck and sent a shiver up his spine, one Gallant definitely took note of.

Y/N nodded and for the first time tonight, he was the one to grab Gallant’s hand and dragging him somewhere. He dragged him outside, which was a breath of fresh air compared to the crowded club. He couldn’t focus on that right now as he pulled the other man to a nearby taxi. 

“Where to?” The man behind the wheel asked.

Before Y/N could even mutter a word, Gallant was saying his address.

“Your house? Isn’t your grandma there?”

“She’s in Paris or Italy, I’m not sure, but she's not there to bother us.” Gallant finished his sentence by sliding a hand up Y/N’s thigh and inched closer to his crotch before stopping and pulling away completely. The other man let out a shameless whimper at the loss of contact.

The car ride couldn’t have been more then 10 minutes but it felt like an eternity with Gallants teasing touches. The only good thing about the drive was Y/N realizing he was sobering up exponentially, and it seemed Gallant was too.

They finally arrived to their destination and made their way to the mansion door quickly. Gallant fished the keys out his pocket and when he went to put them to the door, he felt his companion pushing against his back. He let out a shuddered breath as he felt Y/N’s hard cock between their clothes. It made his own cock ache for friction. Once he was able to focus again he pushed the key into the lock and swung the door open, quickly pulling Y/N inside and shutting it.

Gallant grabbed the other man and pushed him against the closest wall, before pushed his thigh right against Y/N’s cock and rubbed it at a rough pace.

“Such a needy boy, huh?” Gallants voice was gravely and low as he eyed the man below him.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Y/N huffed out a laugh before it was replaced with a loud moan as Gallant replaced his thigh with his skilled hand.

“Only bottoms are needy, darling-” He only paused to get closer to the writhing man, before speaking again. “-And it looks like that's you tonight.”

Y/N let out a heavy groan at the blondes words, each one more erotic then the last. He let his head fall back against the wall but was ripped away when Gallant grabbed his suit lapel and smashed their lips together. This kiss was more urgent and flustered then the last. Their need to feel each other growing.

Pretty soon, the maroon sports jacket was ripped off Y/N’s body and thrown to another part of the room. Then came Gallants lavender button up. Once his pale chest was revealed it was all over for Y/N. He pulled way from the kiss to focus his attention on the blondes skin. He was fixated on every bone and muscle in view. His neck was feverishly attacked by Gallant sucking and biting where ever he could reach, sure to leave marks.

His trance was broken by Gallant biting a certain spot on his neck. A moan ripped through him as his nails clawed down Gallants shoulders. He hadn’t meant to do it but god, he needed to do it more. As his rough nails made a trail down the others back, the man in question rutted his hips forward into nothing. 

“Do you like being marked Mr. Gallant?” Y/N teased between heavy breaths.

The man in turn, stopped his biting attack and lifted his head to look Y/N in the eyes. An absolutely feral look on his face and stuttered pants leaving his lips. It made Y/Ns teasing smirk drop and a flushed expression took over. 

“Only by you.” 

That was all the confirmation he needed before he ran his hands up Gallants chest gingerly, before roughly clawing them down to his belt. 

His chest quickly bloomed red splotches from arousal and nail marks. The sight alone almost made Y/N cum in his dress pants. From the sounds he was making, it looked like Gallant was about to cum without even being touched too.

Once his moans and delicious groans stopped, Gallant was quick to pull the other man to the big couch in the center of the living room. Pushing Y/N over the back so he was bent over in front of him. His clothed ass in view for only Gallant.

“I need you.” Was all he said before he started working on his own belt, dropping his pants quickly. 

Y/N in turn worked his own belt and pants off, along with his underwear. Now his bare ass was exposed to the cold air of the house. 

The man behind him let out a low moan and brought a hand over Y/N’s ass, gently cupping the smooth skin. Y/N shuddered at the skin on skin contact. It felt like his first time all over again, gentle and needy. 

He was pulled from his thoughts by Gallant roughly grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back against his chest. A soft hand crept up his side and up to his face as Gallant placed his digits on Y/N’s lips.

“Suck.” 

 Without another word Y/N opened his mouth and slipped the others fingers in. He sucked and lathered while committing the taste to memory. Before long Gallant pulled away and brought his newly wet fingers to Y/N’s ass. 

He made sure to go slow with the prep, not wanting to hurt his partner despite both their desire to be closer. Once Gallant finally felt he was ready, he pulled away completely.

“There should be a bottle of KY in the couch.” 

“What?” 

“I’m not going in dry-”

“Yeah I get that, but the couch?”

All Y/N was met with was a shrug from his partner. Letting out a small chuckle, he bent back over the couch and searched the cushions. Finally he pulled out a small bottle, that looked like it had never been used. He handed it back to Gallant and within an instant he felt him lined up at his hole.

Before he could react he felt Gallants cock slip in with ease. Thank god for prep because he was not small by any means. Once he was finally bottomed out, both men let out deep moans. 

The intensity of Gallant being inside Y/N was almost to much. Feeling every inch of his hard cock filling him to the brim. He tightened around the blonde without thinking and earned himself a hard thrust that took his breath away. Gallant took this as his sign to move and began thrusting at an unforgiving pace. 

Moans echoed through out the empty mansion, along with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the groans from the couch being fucked on. 

Before long Y/N felt his pleasure building. Building from Gallants ruthless cock, building from the strong arm across his chest holding him close, building from his own cock rubbing deliciously on the couch. 

“Gal I’m gonna-” 

Before Y/N could even finish his warning, Gallant was pulling him up from his bent over position. Bringing his back against his exposed chest and his mouth right next to Y/N’s ear. 

“Cum for me.”

Gallants command was all it took before Y/N shot his load onto the pristine couch in front of him. His high only accelerated by the feeling of Gallants hot cum shooting ropes inside him. Y/N’s legs would have given out if Gallant wasn’t still holding him up. 

Once the pair had calmed their ragged breaths Y/N began feeling soft kisses pepper his shoulder, causing a genuine smile to grace his face. He never wanted this moment to end. The feeling of Gallants hand gingerly rubbing his chest and his loving lips on his skin.

“Gal?”

The blonde only hummed out a response, too overwhelmed with bliss to be able to form a coherent response.

“I think I love you.”

Y/N’s words were quiet and he was afraid Gallant hadn’t heard him until he felt the other mans chest rumble with a chuckle.