17 sheep in the heap
title: smug
pairing: gino/kallen
word count: a lot
rating: nc-17
He caught up to her as she was walking home from school that afternoon, flinging his knapsack over his shoulder so it wouldn't hinder him as he ran, calling and waving a hand over his head to get her attention. From the way her shoulders straightened, her pace quickened, he could tell she was hurrying to get away, avoiding him, ignoring him. It wasn't that they were at odds; she just did that sometimes, refusing to acknowledge him when he wanted her attention the most. It was a tantalizing game of cat-and-mouse, as innocently played as any game could be and yet so downright dirty at the same time. But fortunately for Gino, he was a seasoned professional at being brushed off, and it scarcely phased him; he'd simply persist all the more, in this case, rushing to her side and leaning around to peer at her as she walked, easily able to match her pace with his long strides. She had her nose in the air, like she didn't have the time of day for him or anyone, hands balled into fists at her side. Anyone who didn't know any better would think she was angry at him, and that Gino had no idea why, but it would be far from accurate.
"Kallen, hey, Kallen," he greeted, waving a hand right in front of her face, keeping in step with her. Kallen did not respond. "I wasn't sure you heard me back there. Are you done with classes for today?" Her stony, simmering silence persisted, but Gino seemed to take that as an answer all on its own, smiling and nodding. "Me, too. I was thinking about going someplace for a light lunch, do you want to come along? My treat."
Still, she said nothing, watching where she was going in front of her with an unwavering gaze. This time, Gino seemed to take this for rejection and pulled the best puppy face he could manage which, unfortunately, wasn't a very good one. "Come on, pleaseee-? You can pick the place and everything! It'll be fun."
No response.
Gino waited for a long time for her to answer. Perhaps she was only thinking it over, couldn't decide, and needed some time to consider. He gave her a full two minutes of absolute silence, remaining right at her side and leaning around to watch her face, one hand on his hip, the other holding his bag by the strap over his shoulder. Finally, being quiet proved to be too much work for the blond and he sighed. "Okay, well..."
Other students that they passed could see the predicament Gino found himself in and whispered to each other, laughing. "There he goes again," they would say. "He's really got no luck with her." "She's so stuck up! Poor Gino." "Why does he even bother with her?" "I wish he'd ask me out, instead. I'd say yes so fast!"
It wasn't difficult to pick up on what they were saying, since most of them barely bothered to hide it, and Gino's response was nothing more than a sheepish, good-humored smile before he would go back to staring at Kallen, the most interesting thing to him on two legs. Kallen, on the other hand, paid no mind to her classmates, the same way she paid no mind to Gino, invading her personal space with his stupidly happy, eager face.
They left the school grounds and turned a corner, and Gino stuck with her the entire way, finally giving up watching her and at speaking, and observed the scenery with nonchalance. Kallen said nothing, never slowed her pace, never glanced anywhere but straight ahead, her expression firm and determined to pretend as if the former knight did not exist at all. It wasn't a horribly long walk from Ashford Academy to Kallen's home, and there was nothing of note between the two places. No other students, nor many other pedestrians, for that matter, appeared to be taking the same route. Even when they approached the front door, Gino remained at her side, as if he'd been invited to enter and that there was nothing wrong with tailing her like a puppy.
Finally, Kallen reached into her bag and withdrew her house keys, unlocked the door, and walked in, still without so much as a passing glance at Gino. "I'm home!" she called in, tossing her things onto the couch. She left the door open behind her and headed for the stairs to her bedroom, noting that her mother must not have been home, and Gino entered the house and closed the door behind him without blinking twice. up the stairs and down the hall, and into Kallen's room, where the door stood open as if on purpose. That door he closed behind him, too, and he turned to face the room.
Kallen was pulling off the tie of her school uniform, then kicking off her shoes, then sitting on the side of the bed and peeling off her socks, all of which were tossed unceremoniously into a heap on the floor. Gino shoes came off, too, as did the outer blazer of his uniform, and then he sat beside Kallen on the bed and leaned in.
"Harsh. You could've at least told me today was one of those days."
"I told you," Kallen replied, finally turning to look at him, and with no sign of exasperation of dislike on her face at all. Quite the opposite, actually, Gino noted. "If I tell you what's happening you'll give it away. You think I want everyone knowing where we're going?"
Gino smirked. "It's not like they'd know I'm coming over just because we act like friends."
The redhead was plucking at the bedspread, lifting one leg out in front of her, idle. "They'd get nosy."
"So?" Gino stretched out a leg, too, just to copy her, and Kallen kicked his back down, tangling her ankle around his. "I want 'em to know."
"I don't."
"Geez, you'd think you were embarrassed or something."
A flat look was Kallen's only response. She flopped back onto her bed, her leg still wrapped around Gino's, arms outstretched on either side of her. "It's none of their business."
"I want them to know," he repeated. Mimicking Kallen once again, Gino flopped back again, and it seemed only by luck that the back of his head landed right in Kallen's open palm. The two of them grinned, and she curled her fingers, scratching lightly at his scalp. "I want everybody to know."
"You're just smug."
"I am not smug!"
"Proud, then."
"Mm." Gino shut his eyes, smiling to himself, as if to suggest that he had a bigger secret than that, one he wasn't going to tell only because he wanted to tease her. "That sounds a lot better. I'm definitely proud."
Kallen caught the opportunity and rolled over onto the blond beside her, sitting across his lap with her knees on either side of his hips, hand still behind his head, fingers curled in his hair. "Smug, proud, same thing."
One eye opened, then the other, and a coy sort of look found its way onto Gino's face, lifting a hand from the bed and resting it on the small of her back. "I bet you're pretty proud, too, sitting up there like that. Look at you." His other hand came up as well, touching her lower lip, the smirk that was there. "Smug."
She bit his finger and Gino quickly withdrew. "Yeah? Maybe I am."
"Maybe you should quit talking, then."
"Maybe you should make me."
That was all it took for Gino to catch the back of her head in the hand whose finger had recently been nipped, pulling her down against him and their mouths together, forceful and yet deliberate, precise. She pulled him up into the kiss, too, gripping tight enough to hurt, and before long the hard press of lips turned into open mouths, fighting to claim the other, hard and hot and messy, the occasional flick of a tongue or employment of teeth. They liked the sound of their kisses too much to make noise, the way their breaths were thick and heavy and their blood pounded in their ears, drowning out the quiet rustle of clothes against clothes. First Gino caught her tongue under his, but she bit him and he retreated again, only to be captured and pressed down against the mattress, but he was quick to escape, and the chase continued until they grew tired of the competition and resolved, wordlessly, to simply kiss in agreement.
Tenderness could only last so long before one or the other would get restless, and it didn't take much time for Gino to break away, grazing his teeth against her jaw and sucking at her neck, hard, but not long enough to mark it before moving along. His hands were too busy with her blouse, sliding his hands up her back and underneath it, pushing it up, rather than unbuttoning it, which Kallen took her time doing with his. Once she had it open she sat up to drag her nails down his chest, leaving thin red marks that stung, but his hiss was pleased rather than pained and before long she had to stop, anyway, to raise her arms and let him pull her shirt off over her head. Then it was back down, "accidentally" rubbing their hips together and kissing again, very briefly, and breathing against his ear, tracing it with the tip of her tongue so lightly that she felt Gino quiver underneath her and smirked.
"Let's see how long it takes you to figure out this time."
"Sh, I'm concentrating." He shushed her, his hands on her back again, then her sides, and then cupping her breasts, still bound by a soft black bra. "Is it the front or the back?"
"I'm not telling."
Frustration appeared on Gino's face, and he followed the band of the bra to her back again, fumbling. He was so pleased to find the hooks there for once and not someplace where they shouldn't be that he let out a satisfied "Ha!" and Kallen laughed, pressing their hips together again as a sort of reward, and also a distraction while he undid the clasps. "You're not so bad at it, now."
"I've had practice," Gino said with newfound resolution and, indeed, smugness, releasing the third one and watching with satisfaction as her bra came undone and fell right off as if it had been straining to all along. He pushed the article aside in time for Kallen to press their chests together, but Gino pulled her back by the shoulder so he could touch, light and teasing, circling around her breasts in a steady spiral and finally grazing his thumbs over her nipples, watching her face go from amused to aroused in a matter of moments. She gasped, lips parting and her hands moving to spread themselves across Gino's stomach, brushing the skin there and balancing herself as she rocked up against him, now grinding in a slow and needy rhythm. She could feel herself heating up, flushing, and that familiar tightness in her lower belly coiled inside her like a snake. Beneath her, she could feel Gino hardening, and it made her blush, her whole body tingling and a certain warmth growing between her legs as the blond touched her, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, cupping her breasts and squeezing.
He could see the effect he was having on her and that alone was enough to get him especially riled up, watching her expression and looking only away to admire her body and to watch her hips grind against his with increasing desperation. Her short uniform skirt was hitched up over her thighs already and if she moved just the way, he caught a flash of black underwear to match the bra. She must've planned it that way. That was impossibly attractive to him, too. Bringing her back down against him, their lips seemed to find each other's by accident, and he slid his hands along her sides, teasingly light, almost as if to tickle, and along her backside, squeezing through the tightly-stretched material of her skirt. Once he'd picked up on her rhythm he began manually aiding the motion, rocking her forward and back, changing the beat so that it became erratic, unpredictable. It was a surprise to him that, when she gasped and groaned softly against his mouth that he was breathing hard and flushed, too.
Kallen seemed to realize this at the same time, and without breaking their successive, open-mouthed kisses she arched up, reaching between them and undoing Gino's uniform pants with shaking hands. He'd passed up underwear that day, and she guessed somewhere in the back of her pleasure-clouded mind that he must have planned it that way, and with that thought in mind she pulled him out and gripped his length, stroking him, squeezing and twisting her wrist at the crown to wrench more pleasure into it, urgent. It only made it that much more difficult for Gino to function, but he drew her underwear down, pulled it all the way off, tossed it aside and cupped her in his hand, sliding one finger around a slick and swollen entrance but bypassing it for the time being to rub her with two fingers. She was almost embarrassed by how wet she was already, and separated their mouths to catch her breath, eyes partly open and surprised to find Gino's open, too, watching her. She smiled, dazed.
He smiled back, misty-eyed, and leaned up to catch her lips again, murmuring something that she wasn't even sure was verbal against them, but she mumbled something back. And without missing a beat he slid a finger into her, then a second, working them in and out in time with her strokes. Their kiss broke again, only because Kallen couldn't silence herself anymore, and moaned, hoarse and desperate, ceasing to stroke him because her whole body seemed to tense, paralyzed by the sensation of being penetrated. She rocked against his fingers, urging him in deeper, but he resisted and she found herself on the brink of tears, tired of being teased. "Gino!"
Something like a laugh escaped Gino's lips and he removed his fingers, licking them clean with a lewd shamelessness that made Kallen shudder all the way through. It was the last straw for her, the last bit of taunting that she could take, and she raised herself, holding Gino steady, and slid down onto him, gasping and crying out as he filled her. Gino responded so quickly that her mind seemed to go blank, only able to register him thrusting into her, and her riding as hard as she was able, throwing her head back and digging her nails in and moaning deep in her throat every time he hit the perfect spot. Gino was just as vocal, and just as lost as she was, quivering all over with each sound of appreciation she made and doing his very best to hit the same spot so that she would continue making them, his muscles taut and tense. His pace slowed as he slid in and out, but became rougher for it, and at times Kallen thought she might scream, it was so good that it almost hurt. She tugged at his side and they rolled over together, him standing, arched over her, and her legs around his waist. At this new angle he could strike her spot much more easily, and he held her by the hips, bringing her down against him once, twice, three times, and on the fourth she really did almost scream.
She tightened around him and shuddered into orgasm, gritting her teeth and tugging at the sheets beneath her but entirely unable to stifle her groans of pleasure and the violent convulsions as she came, especially not when he continued thrusting into her, and soon she felt him shudder, too, heard him cry out and opened her eyes to watch, watery-eyed and gasping as he pulled out and finished, with a few quick strokes, on her belly, her pelvis. Involuntarily, she shuddered again, though whether it was just from the sight or an aftershock, she wasn't sure.
What she was sure of, as she touched the thick substance on her skin and brought her fingers to her hand to lick it away (and the look on Gino's face as she did so reinforced the notion), was that one round was not going to be enough.
pairing: gino/kallen
word count: a lot
rating: nc-17
He caught up to her as she was walking home from school that afternoon, flinging his knapsack over his shoulder so it wouldn't hinder him as he ran, calling and waving a hand over his head to get her attention. From the way her shoulders straightened, her pace quickened, he could tell she was hurrying to get away, avoiding him, ignoring him. It wasn't that they were at odds; she just did that sometimes, refusing to acknowledge him when he wanted her attention the most. It was a tantalizing game of cat-and-mouse, as innocently played as any game could be and yet so downright dirty at the same time. But fortunately for Gino, he was a seasoned professional at being brushed off, and it scarcely phased him; he'd simply persist all the more, in this case, rushing to her side and leaning around to peer at her as she walked, easily able to match her pace with his long strides. She had her nose in the air, like she didn't have the time of day for him or anyone, hands balled into fists at her side. Anyone who didn't know any better would think she was angry at him, and that Gino had no idea why, but it would be far from accurate.
"Kallen, hey, Kallen," he greeted, waving a hand right in front of her face, keeping in step with her. Kallen did not respond. "I wasn't sure you heard me back there. Are you done with classes for today?" Her stony, simmering silence persisted, but Gino seemed to take that as an answer all on its own, smiling and nodding. "Me, too. I was thinking about going someplace for a light lunch, do you want to come along? My treat."
Still, she said nothing, watching where she was going in front of her with an unwavering gaze. This time, Gino seemed to take this for rejection and pulled the best puppy face he could manage which, unfortunately, wasn't a very good one. "Come on, pleaseee-? You can pick the place and everything! It'll be fun."
No response.
Gino waited for a long time for her to answer. Perhaps she was only thinking it over, couldn't decide, and needed some time to consider. He gave her a full two minutes of absolute silence, remaining right at her side and leaning around to watch her face, one hand on his hip, the other holding his bag by the strap over his shoulder. Finally, being quiet proved to be too much work for the blond and he sighed. "Okay, well..."
Other students that they passed could see the predicament Gino found himself in and whispered to each other, laughing. "There he goes again," they would say. "He's really got no luck with her." "She's so stuck up! Poor Gino." "Why does he even bother with her?" "I wish he'd ask me out, instead. I'd say yes so fast!"
It wasn't difficult to pick up on what they were saying, since most of them barely bothered to hide it, and Gino's response was nothing more than a sheepish, good-humored smile before he would go back to staring at Kallen, the most interesting thing to him on two legs. Kallen, on the other hand, paid no mind to her classmates, the same way she paid no mind to Gino, invading her personal space with his stupidly happy, eager face.
They left the school grounds and turned a corner, and Gino stuck with her the entire way, finally giving up watching her and at speaking, and observed the scenery with nonchalance. Kallen said nothing, never slowed her pace, never glanced anywhere but straight ahead, her expression firm and determined to pretend as if the former knight did not exist at all. It wasn't a horribly long walk from Ashford Academy to Kallen's home, and there was nothing of note between the two places. No other students, nor many other pedestrians, for that matter, appeared to be taking the same route. Even when they approached the front door, Gino remained at her side, as if he'd been invited to enter and that there was nothing wrong with tailing her like a puppy.
Finally, Kallen reached into her bag and withdrew her house keys, unlocked the door, and walked in, still without so much as a passing glance at Gino. "I'm home!" she called in, tossing her things onto the couch. She left the door open behind her and headed for the stairs to her bedroom, noting that her mother must not have been home, and Gino entered the house and closed the door behind him without blinking twice. up the stairs and down the hall, and into Kallen's room, where the door stood open as if on purpose. That door he closed behind him, too, and he turned to face the room.
Kallen was pulling off the tie of her school uniform, then kicking off her shoes, then sitting on the side of the bed and peeling off her socks, all of which were tossed unceremoniously into a heap on the floor. Gino shoes came off, too, as did the outer blazer of his uniform, and then he sat beside Kallen on the bed and leaned in.
"Harsh. You could've at least told me today was one of those days."
"I told you," Kallen replied, finally turning to look at him, and with no sign of exasperation of dislike on her face at all. Quite the opposite, actually, Gino noted. "If I tell you what's happening you'll give it away. You think I want everyone knowing where we're going?"
Gino smirked. "It's not like they'd know I'm coming over just because we act like friends."
The redhead was plucking at the bedspread, lifting one leg out in front of her, idle. "They'd get nosy."
"So?" Gino stretched out a leg, too, just to copy her, and Kallen kicked his back down, tangling her ankle around his. "I want 'em to know."
"I don't."
"Geez, you'd think you were embarrassed or something."
A flat look was Kallen's only response. She flopped back onto her bed, her leg still wrapped around Gino's, arms outstretched on either side of her. "It's none of their business."
"I want them to know," he repeated. Mimicking Kallen once again, Gino flopped back again, and it seemed only by luck that the back of his head landed right in Kallen's open palm. The two of them grinned, and she curled her fingers, scratching lightly at his scalp. "I want everybody to know."
"You're just smug."
"I am not smug!"
"Proud, then."
"Mm." Gino shut his eyes, smiling to himself, as if to suggest that he had a bigger secret than that, one he wasn't going to tell only because he wanted to tease her. "That sounds a lot better. I'm definitely proud."
Kallen caught the opportunity and rolled over onto the blond beside her, sitting across his lap with her knees on either side of his hips, hand still behind his head, fingers curled in his hair. "Smug, proud, same thing."
One eye opened, then the other, and a coy sort of look found its way onto Gino's face, lifting a hand from the bed and resting it on the small of her back. "I bet you're pretty proud, too, sitting up there like that. Look at you." His other hand came up as well, touching her lower lip, the smirk that was there. "Smug."
She bit his finger and Gino quickly withdrew. "Yeah? Maybe I am."
"Maybe you should quit talking, then."
"Maybe you should make me."
That was all it took for Gino to catch the back of her head in the hand whose finger had recently been nipped, pulling her down against him and their mouths together, forceful and yet deliberate, precise. She pulled him up into the kiss, too, gripping tight enough to hurt, and before long the hard press of lips turned into open mouths, fighting to claim the other, hard and hot and messy, the occasional flick of a tongue or employment of teeth. They liked the sound of their kisses too much to make noise, the way their breaths were thick and heavy and their blood pounded in their ears, drowning out the quiet rustle of clothes against clothes. First Gino caught her tongue under his, but she bit him and he retreated again, only to be captured and pressed down against the mattress, but he was quick to escape, and the chase continued until they grew tired of the competition and resolved, wordlessly, to simply kiss in agreement.
Tenderness could only last so long before one or the other would get restless, and it didn't take much time for Gino to break away, grazing his teeth against her jaw and sucking at her neck, hard, but not long enough to mark it before moving along. His hands were too busy with her blouse, sliding his hands up her back and underneath it, pushing it up, rather than unbuttoning it, which Kallen took her time doing with his. Once she had it open she sat up to drag her nails down his chest, leaving thin red marks that stung, but his hiss was pleased rather than pained and before long she had to stop, anyway, to raise her arms and let him pull her shirt off over her head. Then it was back down, "accidentally" rubbing their hips together and kissing again, very briefly, and breathing against his ear, tracing it with the tip of her tongue so lightly that she felt Gino quiver underneath her and smirked.
"Let's see how long it takes you to figure out this time."
"Sh, I'm concentrating." He shushed her, his hands on her back again, then her sides, and then cupping her breasts, still bound by a soft black bra. "Is it the front or the back?"
"I'm not telling."
Frustration appeared on Gino's face, and he followed the band of the bra to her back again, fumbling. He was so pleased to find the hooks there for once and not someplace where they shouldn't be that he let out a satisfied "Ha!" and Kallen laughed, pressing their hips together again as a sort of reward, and also a distraction while he undid the clasps. "You're not so bad at it, now."
"I've had practice," Gino said with newfound resolution and, indeed, smugness, releasing the third one and watching with satisfaction as her bra came undone and fell right off as if it had been straining to all along. He pushed the article aside in time for Kallen to press their chests together, but Gino pulled her back by the shoulder so he could touch, light and teasing, circling around her breasts in a steady spiral and finally grazing his thumbs over her nipples, watching her face go from amused to aroused in a matter of moments. She gasped, lips parting and her hands moving to spread themselves across Gino's stomach, brushing the skin there and balancing herself as she rocked up against him, now grinding in a slow and needy rhythm. She could feel herself heating up, flushing, and that familiar tightness in her lower belly coiled inside her like a snake. Beneath her, she could feel Gino hardening, and it made her blush, her whole body tingling and a certain warmth growing between her legs as the blond touched her, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, cupping her breasts and squeezing.
He could see the effect he was having on her and that alone was enough to get him especially riled up, watching her expression and looking only away to admire her body and to watch her hips grind against his with increasing desperation. Her short uniform skirt was hitched up over her thighs already and if she moved just the way, he caught a flash of black underwear to match the bra. She must've planned it that way. That was impossibly attractive to him, too. Bringing her back down against him, their lips seemed to find each other's by accident, and he slid his hands along her sides, teasingly light, almost as if to tickle, and along her backside, squeezing through the tightly-stretched material of her skirt. Once he'd picked up on her rhythm he began manually aiding the motion, rocking her forward and back, changing the beat so that it became erratic, unpredictable. It was a surprise to him that, when she gasped and groaned softly against his mouth that he was breathing hard and flushed, too.
Kallen seemed to realize this at the same time, and without breaking their successive, open-mouthed kisses she arched up, reaching between them and undoing Gino's uniform pants with shaking hands. He'd passed up underwear that day, and she guessed somewhere in the back of her pleasure-clouded mind that he must have planned it that way, and with that thought in mind she pulled him out and gripped his length, stroking him, squeezing and twisting her wrist at the crown to wrench more pleasure into it, urgent. It only made it that much more difficult for Gino to function, but he drew her underwear down, pulled it all the way off, tossed it aside and cupped her in his hand, sliding one finger around a slick and swollen entrance but bypassing it for the time being to rub her with two fingers. She was almost embarrassed by how wet she was already, and separated their mouths to catch her breath, eyes partly open and surprised to find Gino's open, too, watching her. She smiled, dazed.
He smiled back, misty-eyed, and leaned up to catch her lips again, murmuring something that she wasn't even sure was verbal against them, but she mumbled something back. And without missing a beat he slid a finger into her, then a second, working them in and out in time with her strokes. Their kiss broke again, only because Kallen couldn't silence herself anymore, and moaned, hoarse and desperate, ceasing to stroke him because her whole body seemed to tense, paralyzed by the sensation of being penetrated. She rocked against his fingers, urging him in deeper, but he resisted and she found herself on the brink of tears, tired of being teased. "Gino!"
Something like a laugh escaped Gino's lips and he removed his fingers, licking them clean with a lewd shamelessness that made Kallen shudder all the way through. It was the last straw for her, the last bit of taunting that she could take, and she raised herself, holding Gino steady, and slid down onto him, gasping and crying out as he filled her. Gino responded so quickly that her mind seemed to go blank, only able to register him thrusting into her, and her riding as hard as she was able, throwing her head back and digging her nails in and moaning deep in her throat every time he hit the perfect spot. Gino was just as vocal, and just as lost as she was, quivering all over with each sound of appreciation she made and doing his very best to hit the same spot so that she would continue making them, his muscles taut and tense. His pace slowed as he slid in and out, but became rougher for it, and at times Kallen thought she might scream, it was so good that it almost hurt. She tugged at his side and they rolled over together, him standing, arched over her, and her legs around his waist. At this new angle he could strike her spot much more easily, and he held her by the hips, bringing her down against him once, twice, three times, and on the fourth she really did almost scream.
She tightened around him and shuddered into orgasm, gritting her teeth and tugging at the sheets beneath her but entirely unable to stifle her groans of pleasure and the violent convulsions as she came, especially not when he continued thrusting into her, and soon she felt him shudder, too, heard him cry out and opened her eyes to watch, watery-eyed and gasping as he pulled out and finished, with a few quick strokes, on her belly, her pelvis. Involuntarily, she shuddered again, though whether it was just from the sight or an aftershock, she wasn't sure.
What she was sure of, as she touched the thick substance on her skin and brought her fingers to her hand to lick it away (and the look on Gino's face as she did so reinforced the notion), was that one round was not going to be enough.