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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Maze_Runner_Series_-_James_Dashner
  Relationship:
      Gally/Minho_(Maze_Runner), Gally_&_Minho_(Maze_Runner)
  Character:
      Minho_(Maze_Runner), Gally_(Maze_Runner)
  Additional Tags:
      Crossdressing_Kink, Shameless_Smut, Alternate_Universe_-_Neighbors
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-05 Words: 1950
****** Laced Up ******
by Squooshytaje
Summary
     Gally always makes jokes about Minho wearing girl's underwear. As
     much as it makes Minho angry, it makes him curious.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
He knows that he probably shouldn’t be playing with this idea; if anyone found
out, they’d tease him even more because Gally’s age old joke about him wearing
women’s underwear, but he can’t say that he wasn’t as curious as he was angry
about it.
He’d gone out earlier that day and had bought a pair of the offensive garments
from the mall, ignoring the weird stares from the girl behind the register when
she had rung him up. He was glad he had, though. Because the moment he got
home, he had ran right up to his room and shut the door while stripping off all
of his clothing. He slides off his briefs last before stepping into the green
lace, pulling it up to rest against his skin. He breathes softly, taking a
moment to get used to the odd feeling of the new underwear. It doesn’t take too
long and as he’s adjusted, he moves towards the mirror that hangs off his
closet door and looks at himself. It practically sends a surge of heat through
his body and he curses under his breath.
That was a lot hotter than it needed to be.
He turns from side to side, looking at the fabric as it moves with him. It only
serves to turn him on a bit more and he can feel the beginnings of blood
filling his groin. He moves away from the mirror and over towards his bed now.
He climbs up onto it, laying on his back carefully. He has to adjust himself
for a moment, propping up a few pillows for more comfort.
When he focuses back in on his growing issue, he slides his hand down, over the
front of the panties and closes his eyes softly. He palms himself more,
groaning lowly in the back of this throat as he could feel himself growing
harder. Impatient as always, he slides his hand under the waistband of the
lace, pulling himself free and into his hand. His strokes are slow at first,
thumb rubbing against that spot that makes himself whine only a few times to
get himself going.
It doesn’t take too long before he’s practically a leaking mess. All he had to
do was open his eyes and see his hardness halfway out of those stupid lacy
panties and precum was suddenly everywhere. He rubs the sticky beads over his
head, in the slit and down the shaft, head falling back against the pillows as
he lets a gruff moan escape his lips.
His free hand comes up to his own mouth, two fingers sliding inside to stifle
his own noises as he continues to jerk himself off. Spit covers the fingers
fully, making them wet and slick and it doesn’t take him too long to realize
what he really wants to do. Something he hasn’t really explored too much in a
while, but shuck it. If he was wearing these stupid panties, he might as well
treat himself like a girl.
He pauses his motions on his arousal long enough to pull aside the back of the
underwear, fingers teasing over his puckered hole. It makes him moan loudly,
the sound breaking off half way as he bites his lip. He’s surprising himself by
how good it actually feels as he pushes his first finger in. The act itself
almost sends him over the edge, but he pauses and breathes steadily and soon
he’s able to keep going.
His hand grips himself at the base as he curls both of his fingers inside
himself, brushing over something that makes his hips jerk down and against his
fingers. He’s forces to take the hand that had been going back to the tugs and
strokes of his throbbing hard on to clamp over his mouth, stifling the noise he
makes. He starts to push his fingers in more and against that spot, whimpering
out as he feels the hot stabbing pleasure twist in his gut.
It’s then when his he hears the snicker from the other side of his room. He
stop all motions, fingers leaving himself in an instant before he sits up right
in a vein attempt to try and cover himself.
The snicker’s owner was none other than Gally.
"What the hell are you doing here—?!" Minho hisses out, his voice rough and
husky from his session that he still would love to finish.
"Your mom let me in." Gally said, arms folding across his chest. "She said you
seemed sick and that I should come check on you. I can see that she wasn’t
wrong."
Minho glares at him, trying his hardest to ignore the pulsating of his cock as
it was pressed against his stomach due to the fabric of the panties.
"Ha, ha. You’re so funny. Get the fuck out." He snarls out, pointing towards
the door. Gally doesn’t budge and it makes him practically groan in annoyance.
"I don’t think so, Panty Boy." The other sneers, this time coming closer to
Minho. "I always thought it was just a joke, but here you are, wearing girl’s
underwear and getting off in it. You’re disgusting."
Minho actually groans this time. There was something in Gally’s tone that was
low and thick despite his scratchy voice and harsh words. It’s only then does
he realize those green eyes aren’t even on his face anymore. He swallows
thickly, trying to find the words to throw something back at him.
"Yeah? Well if I’m so disgusting, then why haven’t you gone away yet?"
Gally pauses, now with his knee on the edge of the bed. He practically is
smirking now and it serves to make Minho angry and horny all at the same time.
"It’s like a train wreck, I can’t look away. Especially when you were
practically fucking yourself on your fingers." Gally’s closer now, almost
hovering above him practically.
Minho has to bite his lip to keep from saying something stupid or begging Gally
to keep talking to him like that. The other’s eyes are on his now, hot and
thick with a growing lust. He almost squirms as he can practically feel Gally’s
breath against his lips and he isn’t sure when he’d gotten this close. He had
been too busy staring at his eyes, noticing the changes in them.
"What’re you gonna do about it then?" He breathes out finally, amazed how
steady his voice is. Gally doesn’t respond to him. Instead, he just smirks and
flips him over onto his belly. He presses down against him, grinding his hips
into Minho’s ass and the boy moans, head hitting down against the pillows.
There’s a pause as he can practically hear the sound of Gally’s pants unzipping
and suddenly, something warm and half hard is sliding over those panties. Holy
shit, Gally was hard and he was going to do the unspeakable.
Minho’s eyes snap open and he starts to speak as Gally’s pulling his hips up
until he’s on his knees. “Gal— Gal, wait man I— Oh God!” He’s cut off as the
feeling of the fabric being pushed off to the side and something wet being
dragged over his fingered hole. Double holy shit, Gally was licking him. Any
protests from before have died away and he pushes back against the other’s
mouth as his tongue plays with the ring of muscle before pushing directly in
and he almost loses it there.
"Oh shit— Oh fuck— Gally! Gally! Don’t stop!" He’s practically whimpering
between moans, clutching a pillow to his chest and shoving his face into it to
stifle himself. Gally does stop, however and it makes Minho pant and growl into
his pillow, legs quivering slightly.
He pulls his face away, turning his head to the side to look at the other over
his shoulder. “What the fuck?!” Gally just smirks something that makes the
other boy want to punch him right in the face before spitting into his palm.
Minho watches him use that spit to slick over the head of his dick and heat
surges through him again.
It makes his head hurt to watch, but he wants — no needs to. Gally’s keeping
the back of the underwear pushed off to the side as he presses up against him,
smacking his hole with the tip a few times. Each time it makes Minho jump and
gasp slightly. Just as he’s about to yell at Gally for being an asshole, he’s
feeling the burn of being entered.
A low, wrecked noise leaves him and his face pushes back into the pillow as he
lets Gally fill him up slowly. He feels the boy’s breath fan over his back and
the heat from his chest. Minho feels accomplished as Gally gives this low moan
when he stops pushing in. The lace clad boy rolls his hips back, grinding Gally
in further which makes them both moan.
He doesn’t give Minho much time to adjust before hands are gripping at his hips
so hard that he was going to bruise for sure, and he’s thrusting. He wasn’t
gentle with him either, and Minho has to apply whatever pressure he could down
onto the bed to keep himself from being pushed forwards and further down into
the mattress.
He moans loudly into the pillows, the pleasure racking his body over and over
when Gally thrusts back in, the blunt head of his member grinding up against
his prostate with each hard thrust. If Minho thought he was close before, he
had an entirely new thing coming. Gally thrusts harder and faster, pulling
Minho’s hips back against his own with dull noise due to his jeans still being
on. Minho can’t stop the stream of cursing that goes into the pillow along with
the constant chant of the other’s name.
When he starts to feel himself so close to spilling, he tries his hardest to
gasp out that he was close, but nothing comprehensible could come out. Before
he knows it, his body goes rigid with a loud shout of “Gal-lllly! Cumming!”
leaving his lips as he hits his peak. He shoots down onto the bed, not even
having to have been touched to reach this intensity of his orgasm.
He’s barely able to register the low grunts and groans leaving the other boy as
he’s returning from the white hot pleasure until something warm is flowing down
his bare back and Gally’s moaning something gruff and low. Minho can
practically picture his head thrown back and his face all screwed up with the
feeling.
Slowly, he works his way into a laying position as his legs start to feel like
jelly, and he’s panting and shuddering a little bit. He waits for Gally to
return back to a not so wrecked state as his own head begins to clear.
Sudden realization hits him now as to what they just had done.
"Holy shit," he breathes out.
"What?" comes the breathy, scratchy response.
"We just had sex— I just fucking had sex with my neighbor—"
He can practically feel the judgmental look from Gally.
"It’s not that big of a deal," the boy mutters, giving Minho’s ass a nice
little slap that makes the over sensitive boy jump a bit.
"Happens all the time." He adds with a smirk, leaning over Minho to press his
teeth into his shoulder, making the boy groan. He hates himself even more when
he feels another surge of heat through his body.
"If I keep the panties will you do that to me again?" he asks, voice barely
above a whisper. Gally just chuckles, head shifting to bite at his ear.
"Especially if you keep the panties."
End Notes
     I should probably explain that this comes based off stuff that goes
     on all the time on my roleplay blog. A few of my writing partners
     joke about my muse wearing women's underwear instead of Runnie Undies
     and it all started with Gally and it literally does not drop. Ever.
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