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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Under_The_Dome_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Dale_"Barbie"_Barbara/Joe_McAlister
  Character:
      Dale_"Barbie"_Barbara, Joe_McAlister
  Additional Tags:
      McBarbie_Shippers_Club
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-14 Words: 2445
****** Handprint ******
by benedictcumberlongpond
Summary
     Joe wants to make sure Barbie doesn't miss anything from his outside-
     the-dome life. Then shameless porn occurs. Warnings for underage (not
     actually sure how old Joe is?), blow jobs and frottage.
Notes
     Dedicated to Ruby and the McBarbie shippers club for putting up with
     me <3
From a young age Barbie became aware that he had certain talents in a few
things. First and foremost being manipulation.
Adults crooned at him, other kids happily offered their things, teachers loved
him.
And Barbie knew how to play on this. He was aware of the effect he had, he was
aware of how to use it,
And he also knew about 247 ways to kill a man using a length of rope.
So in conclusion, he was highly aware that despite is ‘small town’ exterior and
attempts to hide it from adults and teenagers alike, Joe McAlister was
infatuated with him.
Yeah, Barbie could tell the difference between‘he’s cool’hero worship, and‘he’s
cool’ and I’d like to put bite marks on his collar bones.
The trouble with finding this out, of course, meant that Barbie’s brain had
automatically considered it. That Barbie’s thoughts had subconsciously betrayed
him already by putting Joe in the column of 'willing bed partner’,and thereby
conjuring up thoughts that were… well, probably less than welcome from where he
was sitting in the café in the middle of town, surrounded by anti-gay hicks and
people who had probably watched the McAlister kid grow up.
“- girl, and Joe McAlister. Apparently they had a seizure.” A voice wafted over
from the other side of the room, and Barbie felt his ears prick in interest.
God he was sick.
“Yeah, the both of them. You know Joe McAlister is living alone? Well, with his
sister, wherever she’s gotten to. It’s just not safe, not with all this dome
nonsense going on.”
Barbie’s feet were moving without his brain’s express permission.
“Excuse me ladies,” That was his mouth, now talking before thinking – something
he hadn’t done since before the damn army. “I couldn’t help but overhear what
you were talking about. My name is Barbie-”
“Oh!” The woman who had been talking was older, kind looking in the eyes but
malicious looking in the point of her smile. “You’re the lovely man who saved
Joe McAlister, of course you’re keeping an ear out for him.”
Barbie smiled conceedingly. “I heard you say something about a seizure?”
The woman swivelled in her seat, clearly excited for a new audience.
“Apparently him and that Norrie girl were in his house together, alone, and
when Norrie’s mum came to find her both of them just… dropped! Like that.” She
clicked her fingers.
“One of Joe’s classmates saw the whole thing.”
“I don’t suppose either of you would know where Joe lives? I just wanted to
check up on him.” Barbie’s mouth said, even as Barbie’s brain told him angrily
that the whole ‘sleeping with men’thing when you aren’t in Afghanistan? Yeah.
That’sa lot different.
Another part of his brain then realized that he’d just thought about sleeping
with Joe McAlister.
“Of course! It’s so good to know little Joey has someone looking out for him.”
The other lady crooned, pulling forward a napkin and dipping into her bag for a
pen, scrawling out an address on the thin, white fabric and then pushing it
over to him.
“We’re very grateful for your presence, Barbie.” She told him earnestly.
“Thank you ma’am. I best be on my way.” Barbie replied, giving a rakish wink
for the sake of making them both smirk at each other knowingly before departing
the café, his brain telling him this was a bad idea and his cock already half-
hard.
Joe's house wasn’t too far of a walk, and he’d managed to calm himself down by
the time he was knocking at the door, somehow convincing himself that he was
feeling protective because Joe was a kid, not because Joe was anyway affiliated
with beinghis.
When he didn’t answer, Barbie may have panicked a little bit.
But then Joe had come around the side of the house, all low-riding jeans and a
loose hoodie, clutching a clipboard and looking up at him with sleepy eyes.
“Generator’s busted so you can- Barbie!” Joe cut himself off, smile spreading
on his face. “I was just doing the…” He trailed off, gesturing behind him to
where the dome cut through the field, the semi-perceivable line visible from
where he was standing.
“Good stuff,” Barbie nodded. “Any progress?”
“Yeah, come check this out.” Joe smiled and started jogging towards the dome,
and Barbie allowed himself three seconds of staring at his plush ass before
snapping his eyes away.
As he walked up it was clear that Joe had begun talking already, his excitement
almost vibrating off of him.
“- like Paul did, so solids obviously can’t get through the dome. But the other
day we found out that it’s kind of like a sieve, it allows a little bit of
moisture through – not just water, I tried with orange juice and soda as well.”
Joe beamed.
“Wow.” Barbie offered, and Joe nodded, putting his clipboard down next to a
bottle of orange juice.
“So what did you come over here for?” He asked casually – too casually, Barbie
could almost see the request behind his eyes that asked him to say I wanted to
see you. I missed you.
Any variation thereof.
“I heard you had an episode,” Barbie said delicately. “You ok?”
“Oh,” Joe looked almost disappointed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good,” Barbie replied quietly. “Good.”
There was a beat of silence that lasted too long, Joe’s eyes lingering on the
taut material near his biceps, Barbie drinking in the attention.
“What-”
“Hey-”
They both stopped immediately, Joe’s face coloring – and Barbie tried
desperately not to think about how easily the blood was pooling in his cheeks,
how quickly he would bruise if Barbie were to bite-
“You go,” Barbie offered
“What’s your real name?” Joe asked, almost timid.
Barbie quirked an eyebrow. “Dale Barbara.”
“Dale,” Joe repeated.
“Joe.” He responded, and for some reason that was worse than an innuendo
because Joe blushed again, and Dale had to suppress a groan.
“Your turn.” Joe prompted.
“It’s nothing.” Dale shrugged and they fell into silence once again, both of
them contemplatively staring at the dome.
“What was your life like?” Joe asked eventually, taking in Dale’s incredulous
stare with an amused smile. “Outside the dome, I mean.”
Dale shrugged. “Nothing special.”
“You have… a wife?” He prompted.
“Nope,”
“Girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
There was a long pause as Joe considered this.
“Boyfriend?”
“Joe.” Dale said warningly, feeling the heaviness of the question in the air
and wondering what would happen if Dale had replied 'yes'.
“I was just asking,” He said defensively. “I mean, it would be fine if you
were… you know.”
“I know.” Barbie smirked, shaking his head. “I know.”
“So you… are?” Joe asked, sounding almost hopeful. Dale raised his eyebrows in
response, trying not to respond too quickly, trying not to let his mouth run
away with 'in high stress situations I do usually find myself in bed with men,
yes.'
“I mean, it would be cool with me if you were, and I-”
“Are you?” Barbie shot back, and Joe blushed immediately, his mouth opening to
deny it before snapping shut.
“… Is it obvious?”
Dale barked out a short laugh. “I’m sure your classmates are blissfully
unaware, if that’s what you’re worried about. But yeah, I picked it.”
Joe was still blushing.
“How?” He asked
Barbie shrugged minutely. “Army, remember? You start to kind of… pick up signs
of guys who have… who swing that way, I guess.”
“So you know who to bunk with?” Joe joked, and Dale permitted a laugh.
“I suppose so.” He conceded.
Barbie allowed him the moment of silence he clearly needed to formulate his
next sentence.
“So you’ve… slept with other men then?” he asked casually.
“Sure,” Barbie replied, feeling like perhaps this was one of those
conversations he shouldn’t be having. Especially not with Joe.
“Is it-” Joe cut himself off, seeming to think better of whatever he was going
to ask. When he stayed silent Barbie turned to look at him and almost burst out
laughing at the picture he made: flaming red cheeks and lips bitten into his
mouth, eyes squinted.
“Spit it out, kid.” Barbie suggested.
“IfyouweremissingitthenmaybeIcouldhelp.”He said in one breath
“I’m sorry?”
“If you were…” Joe coughed. “if you were wanting to…”
“Have gay sex?” Dale asked incredulously, and Joe nodded.
“I would… I mean I could maybe-”
“Joe.”
“If you wanted to.”
“Joe.”
“I mean, I’ve never really done anything like that before but I wouldn’t be
entirely averse to-”
“Joe.”
“Yes?” He replied, all teenage innocence and wide eyes.
“It’s fine.” Barbie told him.
“Oh.” Joe’s gaze fell to the floor. “Well, yeah. That’s ok then, it was just-”
“I meantok.”Dale reiterated.
Joe’s gaze snapped back to his so quickly that Barbie was almost worried for
the kid’s neck.
“Really?” Joe asked, stepping forward into his personal space, and Barbie felt
inclined to tell Joe that it didn’t mean that they had to do it now.
“Sure.” He said, and Joe’s breathing stuttered, taking another step forward.
And it was clear what Joe wanted, and the damn kid had just offered himself for
sex, and Dale’s streak of good deeds was starting to wear thin, and a variety
of other reasons that were flitting through his mind at that moment before he
grabbed Joe by the chin – god his skin was so fucking softI am definitely going
to hell for this.
Joe’s lips were soft, pliant under his and seemingly eager to learn, taking
everything that Barbie gave him, from the harsh drag of teeth to the onslaught
of tongue.
When he pushed into Joe’s mouth, licking at his tongue, Joe began to suckle it,
his hands coming up to rest against Dale’s biceps. His thin fingertips felt
like pinpricks against his shirt, and he felt the sudden urge to claim.
He pushed backwards, still connected to Joe by the mouth, and felt him collide
with something solid, using the leverage to tilt back his head and continue
kissing him ruthlessly, feeling Joe begin to thrust his hips minutely against
him and that was Barbie’s undoing.
He dragged his lips over Joe’s jaw, licking over the soft skin until he came to
his neck, biting harshly and groaning at how quickly the blood rushed under the
surface of his skin, pretty bruises breaking out wherever his teeth imprinted.
Joe was making these breathy noises, his hips moving almost involuntarily, and
when Dale took a moment to look up at his lust-blown features he belatedly
realized that the structure Joe was pinned against was the dome, the surface
rippling with blue static at every one of their jerky movements.
“Is it ok?” Dale asked, hoping Joe wasn’t getting shocked or anything,
wondering if the kid had even realized what his back was leaning on.
“More,” Joe pleaded, and yeah – he hadn’t realized. But that was completely ok
with Barbie, because Joe was asking for more, and that meant more of this.
So he continued biting into Joe’s neck, laving his tongue over the pulse point
and thrusting his hips experimentally into Joe’s thigh, feeling a groan
reverberate through his chest when he got the memo that oh yes, they were both
hard.
“I want-” Joe groaned something and Dale pulled back, raising an eyebrow.
“What do you want, Joe?” He asked, tipping forward to rest their foreheads
together, breathing the same air.
Joe mumbled something and Dale shook his head.
“Speak up,”
“Wanna suck you,”his voice was small and timid and somehow designed to go
straight to Dale’s cock.
“Yeah?” Dale breathed, and Joe nodded against him, tentatively putting his
mouth against Barbie’s neck and sucking against the stubble, moving down to his
collar bone and nuzzling slightly into his neck.
“Please?” he asked, the question burned into Dale’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” Dale said quickly. “Yeah, sure.”
Joe was spurred into action almost immediately, fingers trembling as they undid
Barbie’s belt, button and fly in hurried movements, tugging them down and
dropping to his knees, nuzzling his soft cheek against the bulge in his
underwear, little pink tongue slipping out to lap at the wet spot and moaning
at the taste.
“Shit, Joe.” Dale breathed
“Mm,” Joe replied, hooking skinny fingers into the elastic waistband and
pulling it down so it was resting under his balls, his cock red and flushed
against his stomach.
Dale was about to whisper out an ‘are you sure?’, but Joe had other ideas,
swooping forward to sink his mouth halfway onto his cock, throat working
against the tip, saliva slicking the way. Barbie groaned, falling forwards and
bracing himself against the dome that shuddered and rippled against his weight.
Joe was lapping at his slit, his tongue moving around the head in inexperienced
licks and sucks that meant Dale was close to coming far more quickly than he
had anticipated.
“Joe,” he said warningly, his voice embarrassingly breathy. Joe pulled off, all
obscene noises and red lips, and Dale hauled him up by the shoulders, pinning
him against the dome and attacking the fly of his jeans until his cock was
exposed – it was slim and beautiful, precum beading against the tip, and if
Barbie hadn’t been this desperate he might have taken a moment to taste.
As it was he just gripped Joe’s hips and pulled until their cocks were aligned,
groaning at the sensation and then covering Joe’s mouth with his own to muffle
the increasingly loud noises that were coming out of him.
“Touch us,” Dale instructed, lips still moving against Joe’s so the sound was
lost between them, but Joe seemed to get the idea anyway because soon there was
a slim hand wrapping around both of their cocks – barely large enough to be
able to hold both, but the jerky movements combined with the filthy moans were
enough to have Barbie close to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” Joe warned
“Do it,” Barbie offered, and there was a stuttered movement and another loud
groan and the slick of Joe’s come had him drawing in shaky breaths and spilling
as well, the mess between them dripping over Joe’s hand and onto the grass
below them.
They waited for their breaths to even out, for the shaking in their legs to
stop, before they made eye contact again.
“So I guess there’s one use for the dome,” Dale joked, smiling.
Joe looked contemplatively down at his hand. “Reckon the sieve let’s sperm
through?”
It didn’t.
But Dale told him to leave the handprint there anyway, feeling it was the
closest symbol they had for telling the outside world, that the dome? Could go
fuck itself.
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