finished the r3apfist for my joint fic comp with @cyberrat. now i can start on my own comp~
here’s a preview
Gabe shakes his head. There isn’t anything to their relationship besides the kindness of a fan, but even that explanation doesn’t seem right. Akande never pushes him away, must see how his flush runs hotter than simple exertion, how his body reacts right before Gabe taps out and rolls off of him, trembling.
They’ve been practicing pins. Akande is above his weight class, and Gabe has to get in close and use all his strength to topple him. Attacking from the front puts them chest to chest, pecs catching against each other, hips interlocking as they struggle to the floor. Akande has won every pin so far, each time offering Gabe a huffed laugh and a huge smile. They’re both breathing heavily now, and sweat makes his hands unsure, slipping along Akande’s middle, fingers catching under the loose hem of his tank before he can correct himself. Gabe missteps; his knee slides forward. The pin dissolves. His thighs lock around Akande’s hips, slotting their bodies together. He’s open. Akande’s next move should be a flip, flattening Gabe on his back, giving him a perfect view of that proud, grinning face, that huge, gorgeous body looming over him.
Only he doesn’t.
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