Just a quick little unedited Clegan size-difference drabble that’s more silly than spicy based on this ask @haroldhearsawho sent ❤️
“Oh God!” Gale whined, tossing his head back and moaning up at the ceiling. “You’re so big!”
John grunted, the snap of his hips not slowing as he leaned forward and mouthed at Gale’s shoulder where his jersey had slipped down. The new jersey John had to order because he put on more muscle and outgrew the last one. Again.
“Yeah?” John groaned, reaching back and grabbing the lip of the island counter he had Gale splayed out on, using his grip to put more force behind his thrusts. “Bet I could bench press you now.”
Keening up at the ceiling, Gale let his hands drop from John’s curls to grip at his biceps. He moaned low and loud when they didn’t even come close to wrapping around John’s bulging arms.
Gale swore the team’s diet plan and training regime was tailor made to drive him insane with desire.
“Yeah, doll,” John whimpered, burying his face against Gale’s collarbone, his thrusts practically choking Gale with how hard they were, his ass sliding along the counter with each fuck forward. “So fucking tight and tiny, bet I could pick you up and fuck you against the wall without breaking a sweat.”
Gale groaned brokenly, eyes fluttering closed as his heels dug into John’s firm ass.
Gale’s head whipped around to look over his own shoulder toward the direction of Curt’s room where his door was now open and he was covering his eyes. One blue eye was still peeking out through a tiny gap in his fingers.
“Oh my God, Curt,” Gale gasped, slapping at John’s chest, trying to get him to stop fucking into him.
John’s hips stilled as he pulled his face away from Gale’s shoulder, frowning at him before he seemed to notice Curt over Gale’s shoulder. “Oh my God, Curt!”
“It's not even double digits on Sunday,” Curt whined, and Gale flushed realizing how loud they must have been to wake up a post-party Curt.
“Cover your eyes, you fucking pervert,” John snapped, grabbing the spatula he had been using to flip the protein pancakes and tossing it at Curt who artfully dodged it.
“I’m just appreciating the view,” Curt argued, finally dropping the useless hand from in front of his face and gesturing at where Gale was still spread out on the kitchen counter. John hastily pulled the jersey back into place, covering Gale up as best as he could. “Which, damn Buck, you can definitely still get it, but in front of my pancakes?”
Gale refused to feel embarrassed about getting fucked by his boyfriend in his own kitchen. Even if said kitchen was technically Curt’s too.
He hissed when John pulled out, despite how gentle John tried to be about it. John took a menacing step towards Curt, his boxer briefs still pulled halfway down his thighs.
“What the fuck?” Curt squealed, covering his eyes for real at John’s full frontal assault. “Put your horse dick away Bucky!”
John grumbled, tucking himself back into his underwear and Gale took the opportunity of Curt’s eyes being covered to slide off the counter and grab his own underwear.
“Well maybe that’ll teach you to come barging in when we’re in the middle of a private moment,” John huffed, planting his hands on his hips and staring Curt down triumphantly.
Curt’s face pinched as he dropped his hand and glared at John.
“A private moment? Curt scoffed. “In our shared kitchen at 8:00 AM on a Sunday?”
“Well, nothing,” Curt snapped, expression going positively vicious as he stared John down. “I’m always down to listen to Buck moan like a pornstar, but your dirty talk needs some work brother.”
John spluttered and Gale couldn’t help the slight huff of laughter he let out. He bit his lip at the affronted look John sent him and the pleased look Curt threw his way. He knew better than to encourage Curt like that.
“Oh doll face, I’m gonna rack you up and do bicep curls with my big meaty pitcher arms. Yeah baby, does that make you horny?”
“You little,” John murmured venomously before he took off like a shot and started chasing a screaming Curt around the living room.
Gale picked up where John left off with the protein pancakes, sighing when he heard a loud crash and twin ‘sorry’s’ before the screeching and giggling started back up again. Gale had signed up for this.
He couldn’t find it in himself to regret a single second.
