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l0qu1t44 · 1 month ago

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Face to Face

quackity x roier, smut, GAY SEX, angst?

word count: 2.2k

versión en español

Alex was in Mexico for an award ceremony. The night before, he found himself at a party surrounded by familiar faces and meeting new ones in person for the first time after years of online friendships. He was a few drinks in, lounging on a random couch, when his friend Missa approached him, bringing along Roier.

Roier had been a fan of Alex for a couple years before they officially met. They’d known each other for about a year now, growing close quickly and finding comfort in each other’s presence. But this was their first time meeting face to face. Despite their easy friendship, Roier couldn’t hide how excited he was. A part of him still saw Alex as the creator he once admired from a distance, and it lingered in his eyes. Alex noticed. He could tell Roier was thrilled, maybe even a little nervous, and he couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“I finally found you,” Missa said, coming up with a grin. “Look who I brought.” He stepped aside and gestured toward Roier, who waved with a wide, excited smile. “Quackityyy,” Roier said, holding out his hand. Alex stood, grinning as he took it. “Roierrr.” Roier pulled him into a quick hug, like they’d known each other forever, even if this was the first time they’d actually been in the same room.

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” Alex said as they pulled apart. “You can call me Alex.” He dropped back onto the couch, still smiling. They’d been friends for about a year now, but it had all been through screens, always using their online names, habit, mostly. Roier smiled, eyes bright. “And you can call me Sebas.” A dumb smile tugged at Alex’s lips. “Sebas? What a dumb name.” Sebas shot back with the same goofy grin. “Not as dumb as Quackity.”

Missa leaves, giving Alex and Sebas space to talk. They stay on the couch, drinking, laughing, and chatting easily. As Sebas speaks, Alex leans his head back against the cushions, watching him with a relaxed, attentive gaze. Sebas was still clearly excited, his voice enthusiastic, his hands moving as he talked. That spark in him hadn’t dulled, not even after they’d been sitting there for a while.

Alex smiled to himself. He couldn’t help but feel a fondness for him. He listens quietly, his eyes tracing Sebas’s face, taking in every little detail without even realizing it. Sebas carries on, fully immersed in what he’s saying, not noticing the way Alex is watching him. At some point, Alex stops processing the words. He didn’t even realize how long he’d been staring until his gaze paused at Sebas’s lips. He didn’t mean to, but he stayed there, eyes lingering longer than necessary, not hearing half of what Sebas was saying now. Without thinking, he licks his own lips, caught up in the moment.

Then, as if waking from a dream, he blinks, catches himself. His head snapped forward, eyes darting away like he’d been caught doing something wrong, even though Sebas hadn’t noticed a thing. Alex cleared his throat, shook his head slightly. “Must be the alcohol”, he tells himself. That’s all it was.

Alex tried his best to focus on what Sebas was saying, but the weight of that moment stuck around, quiet and unspoken. It had caught him off guard. It was confusing, a little too intense, a little too close. He shifted, uncomfortable, and in the process tipped his drink without realizing, the liquid spilled right into Sebas’s lap. Alex’s eyes widened. “Fuck, sorry.” Sebas let out a laugh, brushing it off. “I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, huh?” Alex let out an awkward, forced laugh. “Mhm… yeah.”

He grabbed a few napkins from the table and started patting them onto Sebas’s lap, trying to fix what he’d done. But as he pressed down, a little too firmly, he froze. Through the damp fabric, he could feel the outline of something he hadn’t meant to. His eyes went wide. Sebas flinched, just slightly, but then laughed again, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Don’t worry,” he said, still smiling. “I can clean it myself.”

Alex knew he should’ve listened. He should’ve pulled back. But for some reason, he didn’t. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe something else he didn’t want to name. “I can fix it,” he said, too quiet, too quick. Sebas didn’t stop him, but the air between them shifted, uncertain now.

Eventually, the napkins ran out. Alex paused, still crouched, his hand empty. He glanced up at Sebas. “There’s probably more in the bathroom.” Sebas looked down at him, a slight tension in his shoulders, but he gave a small nod. “Yeah,” he said, and then smiled, awkward, but still kind.

Together, they made their way to the bathroom. “Damn, this place is huge,” Sebas said with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension, to make the awkwardness fade. Alex just mumbled. “Yeah.” Barely eeting his eyes. They stepped inside, both pretending to focus on finding napkins like it was the only thing that mattered right now. Alex spotted them in a corner. “Found them.”

Sebas walked over, and Alex grabbed a few, slowly crouching down. Without saying a word, he began doing exactly what he’d done before, patting the napkins onto Sebas’s lap. Sebas hesitated. He should’ve stopped him, should’ve said he could take care of it himself. The words hovered on his tongue, but he didn’t speak them. He just stood there, watching him.

Alex kept his eyes low, his face focused in a way that didn’t quite make sense. He didn’t know why he was still doing this. He could’ve handed over the napkins and been done. But something kept him there. The soft patting of napkins continued until it happened again. His hand pressed down a little too hard. He felt it, that same outline beneath the fabric. This time, both of them felt it, and both of them froze. His hand paused. Sebas’s breath caught. Alex’s did too. Neither of them moved. Neither of them said a word.

Still crouched down, Alex swallowed hard and kept going, slower now. The gentle patting slowly changed. More pressure, more intent. A slow, almost unconscious motion that wasn’t really cleaning anymore.

Sebas kept his gaze fixed on Alex, watching him from above as he remained crouched, focused, his hand moving slowly over the fabric of Sebas’s pants. He didn’t know what he was doing. His brain was a mess of noise, guilt, confusion, but his body moved on instinct. He only knew the way Sebas responded under his touch, the way the silence between them grew heavier with every breath.

He could feel it, Sebas growing hard beneath his palm. He wasn’t even sure when his fingers drifted lower, when his touches became less about cleaning and more about feeling. Their breathing hitched again, shaky and uneven, but neither of them moved to stop it.

A voice in Alex’s head whispered that he should pull away, telling him that this wasn’t what he came here to do. But his body ignored it, driven by something else, curiosity, instinct, something he couldn’t quite name. His fingers moved with hesitance as he reached for Sebas’s belt, undoing it slowly, then easing his pants and boxers just low enough to let his cock spring free. Enough for Alex to see him. His tip wet with precum, the cold air making his cock twitch.

For a second, he just looked. Then he rose to his feet, now standing in front of Sebas, eyes locked onto his. Without speaking, he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He used his thumb to rub his tip in small circular motions, feeling the wetness against his fingertips. Alex’s eyes stayed on Sebas’s face, watching the way his jaw tightened, the way he swallowed, the way his breathing shifted. Almost like he didn’t want to get it wrong. Like he was quietly asking, “Is this okay?” “Am I doing this right?” He didn’t know why he cared so much about doing it right. Only that he did. Sebas didn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t. But his body responded anyway. An uneven breath, a tremble beneath Alex’s touch. That was enough to keep Alex going.

Alex’s hand moved slowly, squeezing his cock gently, a quiet, shaky groan escaped from Sebas’s lips. It slipped out of him involuntarily, barely audible, like he’d tried to hold it in but couldn’t. Like even now, he was still trying to hide how he felt. Alex noticed. Without thinking, he lifted his other hand, gently tilting Sebas’s chin up until their eyes finally met. Sebas didn’t look away this time. His breath was uneven, lips parted, the air thick between them as Alex’s hand continued moving carefully.

Their eyes locked. Alex’s gaze was intense, quietly searching, soaking in every response, as if it was the only thing that mattered. Then he leaned in. Not fast. Just enough. His face hovered above Sebas’s, close enough that they could feel the warmth of each other’s breath. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. Their eyes flicked down to each other’s lips, and for a heartbeat they just stayed like that.

They both hesitated, the space between their lips impossibly small, yet still there, as if neither of them was sure what crossing that line would mean. As if they were afraid of what would come next. But slowly, finally, their lips touched. The kiss started slow, uncertain, almost questioning. But then it deepened, like something in both of them gave in.

Alex’s hand moved instinctively, a little faster now, a little more confident. Sebas didn’t hold back this time. He let out a low, needy groan against Alex’s mouth, no longer trying to contain it, no longer trying to hide how he felt. His hands gripped the edge of the counter behind him, his body pressing forward instinctively, responding to every touch, every movement, every breath they shared. The kiss deepened, messy now with want, like they were pouring everything they didn’t know how to say.

Sebas’s hand drifted lower, brushing over Alex’s chest, then down his stomach slowly until it reached the bulge between his legs. Through the fabric, he stroked him gently, and a low groan escaped Alex’s lips, swallowed into the kiss. Sebas could feel just how hard he was. He began to pull away from the kiss. Slowly, he sank to his knees, never breaking eye contact. The sight made Alex’s breath catch in his throat.

Sebas reached up, fingers working to unbuckle Alex’s pants, pulling the zipper down quietly. He tugged the fabric down, revealing Alex fully, his cock fully errect and throbbing with need. Sebas paused, just looking for a moment, his gaze lingering. Alex saw it and immediately felt exposed, self conscious. But Sebas didn’t look away. He didn’t know what he was doing, he’d never done this before, but he didn’t stop.

He stuck his tongue out, beginning to swirl it around Alex’s tip slowly, drawing a low groan from his lips as his head tipped back, breath catching in his throat. Sebas began to bob his head up and down Alex’s length slowly, keeping their eyes locked even as he moved. Alex’s fingers found Sebas’s hair, pulling it gently, not enough to hurt, but just enough to ground himself. He tangled his fingers through it, guiding Sebas’s movements with a steady hand, his hips rising to meet his rhythm in perfect sync. Eventually, Sebas began to pull away, his movements slow and careful. He rose to his feet, standing in front of Alex again, and for a moment they just looked at each other, silent, flushed, caught in something neither of them knew how to name.

Sebas leaned in, close enough that the warmth of his body pressed against Alex’s. Their cocks brushed, the contact making Alex twitch with a sharp breath, every nerve suddenly on edge. Sebas moved his hips forward slowly, testing, dragging himself against Alex. The friction pulled a quiet sound from his throat. Alex mirrored him, Their hips rocked together, the rhythm building naturally, a quiet desperation growing between them. Their cocks slid against each other, the sensation urgent and intense, drawing breathy gasps and soft groans from both of them.

The only sounds in the room were the hush of their ragged breathing and the quiet, desperate movements of their bodies. The rhythm quickened. Pressure built in their stomachs, growing heavier with every thrust. Their pace grew messier, needier, driven by instinct more than thought, their bodies close, breaths catching with every movement. They never looked away from each other. Their faces were flushed, hair sticking to damp skin, lips parted as they gasped and groaned softly. The tension pushed them closer and closer to the edge, their hips stuttering, bodies trembling.

And then they broke. Coming undone together in breathless, staggering release, clinging to the moment like it was the only thing holding them up. Their movements began to slow, the intensity easing as the high slowly faded away. They stayed close, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other’s cum, breathing hard in the heavy silence that followed. The room was quiet now, except for the sound of their uneven, stuttering breaths, as if neither of them knew what to say next.

Alex glanced at Sebas, his chest still rising and falling. “I’m not gay,” he said quietly, the words rushed, fragile, like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. Sebas met his gaze, his own breath just beginning to settle. He didn’t look shocked or confused, just tired. Yet there was an understanding in his expression as he replied, just as quietly.

“Me neither.”

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