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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Skins_(UK)
  Relationship:
      Sid_Jenkins/Tony_Stonem
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-11 Words: 1242
****** Gossip Monger ******
by gala_apples
A week later and still nobody is talking about it, which is weird. Tony knows
he can’t possibly be the only one to have seen Sid lick David Adams’s throat.
Sure there were fifty people crammed in the living room, so there was plenty of
things to look at, conversations to have. But on the other hand, there were
fifty people in the living room, there’s no way he could have been the only
witness. Shit, he’d had a drink in hand, chatting up some girl, Rosie or
Rosalie or something like that, four of her friends pressed against him, and
he’d noticed. Tony always body-checks for Sid and Michelle, even though they’re
not dating any more. Scanning the room proved she was gone somewhere, but Sid.
Fuck, Sid was in the corner of the room, trapped by wall on one side, potted
plant on another, and David Adams on the third. And he was licking his neck
like it was an ice cream treat, an image which Tony can’t get out of his head.
Not even when he shagged Rosie in the upstairs bathtub; he closed his eyes and
Sid was there, tongue out and wet against the tiny man’s freckled throat.
He’s not jealous. Tony can recognise when he’s jealous because things like Josh
happen. Besides, he wouldn’t ever be jealous of Sid anyway, nor the people Sid
gets with. He’s just curious. Since when did Sid start putting his mouth on
blokes necks? More importantly is that all he does? Is he the male version of
all the girls Tony likes to watch get drunk and make out with their friends? He
hopes it’s just that. If Sid’s secretly been sucking cock or getting fucked
Tony’s gonna be really pissed. It’s the kind of thing he needs to know.
Normally he would never do anything as obvious as asking. But it’s been a
bloody week and not a word. Nobody has brought it up in the streams of gossip
that pour from any house party. He’s heard about the guy that got crabs, the
girl that had to rush out the next morning for a morning after pill. Nothing
about how Sid Jenkins licked a gay guy. He’s got no choice but to say
something. Still, he can try to phrase it less pathetically. He carefully
doesn’t look at Sid as he asks “How did David taste?”
“What part?” With anyone else that would be sarcasm, and he could deal with it.
But Sid just sounds resigned; like he knows Tony’s gonna find out even if he
doesn’t want to say anything. Resigned means it’s the truth, which means Sid
sucks cock and he’s never told him.
“Never mind that. What do you think I taste like?”
Sid glances at him for a second before replying “You’re not magic, you’re not
gonna taste like unicorns. You probably taste like anyone else.”
For some reason he really wants to know what Sid thinks. “Use your imagination
Sid, there’s a lad.”
“If this is your way of saying you want me to suck you off, how about you just
say it Tony?”
It still throws him off to witness a Sid with confidence. It seems unnatural.
He blames it for his hesitance in asking “Wanna suck me off?”
“You have alcohol? It’s more fun when I’m drunk.” Tony goes to the liquor
cabinet and takes a bottle. He’ll top it off or replace it later, depending on
how much Sid needs. He doesn’t actually have any of his own in the house,
normally he just buys his own on the way to a party.
It’s a bottle of rum. It’s probably a generic brand, Tony doesn’t pay much
attention to brands, he just buys what’s cheap. After all, it’s not like he has
a job to pay for all of the booze and spliff and E, he gets by on money
allotted from his parents. He doesn’t bother having any, he doesn’t need it to
enjoy this. Sid takes four long gulps, face screwing up in disgust after each.
“Tell me if I’m better than Maxxie,” he says before falling to his knees.
“I sucked him,” Tony replies before he can think better of it. Which only
proves that Sid’s really gotten to him. He never speaks before thinking, he
always composes his thoughts before delivering them in the best possible tone
to get his meaning and hidden meanings across.
Sid looks up at him, face partially obscured by his shaggy hair. His hands open
the zipper in front of him without looking, pull down the jeans and pants with
no trouble. Tony feels caught in Sid’s gaze. “Tell me if I’m better than
Michelle.”
Tony’s got nothing to say to that.
Warm fingers curl around the base of his cock and he automatically arches into
the touch. It only gets better as Sid’s tongue darts out and licks the head of
his cock straight on. Tony’s not worried about the obvious lack of condom.
Every girl he’s ever been with he’s used a condom with -he’s not the father
type- so he knows he’s clean. And while apparently Sid’s been with a whole
plethora of guys he’s never heard about, he’s positive it’s been safe sex.
Sid’s the type that would use two condoms in layers, just in case one broke.
Sid’s actually impressively good at sucking cock. Enough so that Tony starts to
reconsider returning the favour. It’s bad enough to have the memory of Maxxie
mocking him. Maxxie’s usually a bitch anyway, it’s easy enough to write off the
statement as just another snotty thing the blond said. He doesn’t think he can
stand it if Sid does it. Sid’s not a bitch, and if he says something bitchy
it’ll be true.
Tony isn’t likely to embarrass himself like other teenagers. He’s not the Anwar
type, that can come from a girl looking at him. That being said, it’s not too
long before he feels the cramping in his belly that means he’s about to come.
Sid pulls off as he starts. It makes sense, from what he can remember with
Maxxie it doesn’t taste very good.
“You want me to return the favour?” he asks, while Sid wipes the saliva off his
lips.
“I’d say yes, but I know you don’t want to.” Which is true, but spending the
next ten minutes trying to play a video game and watching Sid stay hard makes
him feel like he’s the presence of a martyr.
Finally Tony sighs and inches over on the couch until he’s close enough to let
his head drop onto Sid’s lap. Jeans come down easy enough, Sid arching his hips
up. He takes a tentative lick. God help him, he will murder Sid if he laughs.
When it gets to be too much, Sid’s bigger than Maxxie and Tony’s got a gag
reflex, he pulls off to give himself a bit of a break. He keeps his hand on
Sid’s cock so it doesn’t get cold as he takes a minute to bite Sid’s thigh,
then lick over the toothmarks. Sid shivers and his legs twitch, so Tony does it
again, then again.
After Sid comes, Tony rushes into the kitchen to spit. He takes a swig of
chocolate milk, and by the time he’s back in the den, Sid’s got a new game of
Mario Bros. loaded. Tony smiles and takes the controller.
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