Okay so I still write things but they're all porn
Title: Cold Comfort
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Gray/Kana, mentioned Gray/Lluvia, one-sided Kana/Macau
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,259
Summary: Kana deals poorly with rejection; Gray is incapable of saying no.
A/N: Apparently I cannot write something uncomplicated and moderately pornographic about Gray and Kana being fuckbuddies-who-used-to-date without it turning into angst. I am not sure why this is. Also, apologies for the title. Crossposted a couple places.
It was still dark outside when Gray awoke to a frantic pounding on his front door. He lay in bed for a moment, wondering if he’d imagined it, but as soon as he was convinced it had been a fragment of his dream, it started up again. He swore and sat up, grabbing the bedside clock.
2:13. It had to be Kana. He slammed the clock down and tripped out of bed, stumbling toward the front door. She was still hammering away and hadn’t let up for the past minute or so. “I’m coming, damn it!” he snapped, just before wrenching the door open. “You’re gonna wake up my neighbors agai--”
The rest of the sentence was crushed to death under Kana’s lips. She tasted like cheap beer, the kind Macau favored, and her arms were around his neck in a vice-like grip; Gray hauled her bodily into the house and managed to slam the door shut behind her just before she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. She was sloppily drunk and her balance was off - that combined with the lack of warning sent Gray careening back against the kitchen table. He let out a reflexive cry against Kana’s mouth as the edge of the table clipped his elbow, but that only seemed to make Kana hungrier for it, kissing him so deep and harsh and hot that he couldn’t breathe.
It was too late for this; Gray was tired and pissed off and startled but not entirely surprised - he’d seen this coming as soon as he’d gotten up to open the door. Growling, he turned around and dropped Kana onto the table. She retaliated by biting his shoulder, hands sliding down to the hem of his boxers, one tugging them down and the other reaching in to wrap firmly around his cock. Gray hissed and jerked reflexively toward her as he pulled at her belt. This was stupid, this was wrong, Lluvia would cry and cry some more and they were supposed to have a second date on Friday but he was achingly hard already, adrenaline and Kana’s teeth on his neck driving him forward. It took too long to get her belt undone and her pants around her ankles, no time to bother with more than that.
She wasn’t much help, all enthusiasm and aggression and no finesse, but it didn’t matter - as soon as Gray was inside her, she clenched her knees around his hips and moaned, head thrown back as she rocked against him, and that was all he needed. “God damn it, Kana,” he groaned, mouth pressed against her collarbone. He wrapped his hands around her hips and moved hard and fast, the way he knew she liked it, drowning in heat and the sound of her desperate little cries.
It was over quickly. Kana always came fast when she was this drunk and worked up, and she always dragged Gray with her, hands and mouth everywhere and body pressed tight against him. She screamed when she finished, and Gray managed to think in a daze that the neighbors were going to glare tomorrow before Kana pushed him away and half-hopped, half-fell off the table, dragging her pants back up her hips.
Gray watched as she staggered toward the bathroom, yanking the door closed behind her. He waited until he heard water running before he gained the presence of mind to pull his boxers back on. If nothing else, he at least knew they were both using protection, but that was an empty reassurance. Gray shook his head and went to the cupboard to pull down a new bottle of rum and a half-empty jug of whiskey, the only alcohol in the house. He hid them under his bed and sat down next to the bathroom door.
He ran a hand through his hair, the sudden rush of release still pulsing out to his fingertips. Then he rapped the backs of his knuckles against the door. “Kana?”
There was a long pause. The sound of water came to a stop. “What?”
“You okay?”
An even longer pause, and then, “I’m fine.”
Gray sighed. “Okay. Are you staying the night?”
“Yeah.” He heard her open a bottle of pills. Just aspirin; that was all he kept.
“Okay. I’ll get you some clothes.” With another sigh, Gray pushed himself up and went to grab a tank top and a pair of slightly oversized boxers from the top dresser drawer, trying to ignore the fact that they were already stretched out in the pattern of Kana’s curves. He pulled the bathroom door open a crack and tossed the clothes inside.
He could hear Kana fumbling with her clothes and almost wanted to offer help. “Listen,” he said slowly, staring at the door as though she could see the earnest expression he wore through the wood, “We can’t…you know I kind of have a thing with Lluvia now, and--” That was the wrong thing to say. He sighed. “I just can’t do this anymore, okay? If you ever need a place to stay, you can use my couch, but…”
There was a long, hollow silence. Finally, Kana pushed the door open and emerged dressed in Gray’s borrowed pajamas, looking drunk and sullen and still somehow attractive with her long hair spilling around her shoulders. She stumbled toward the sofa, ignoring Gray entirely, and flopped onto the couch and lay there, staring blindly at the ceiling, one leg hanging onto the floor.
Gray watched her in silence for a moment and then went to collect her clothes from the bathroom. He folded them the best he could and took them out to drop them on the floor next to the sofa. Then he sat down beside them and leaned back against the sofa, resting his head near Kana’s shoulder.
“Max has kind of a crush on you,” he said.
Kana snorted. “He can’t hold his liquor to save his life.”
Gray could only nod. “A lot of guys in the guild like you, though. A lot of guys not in the guild, too.”
“I know,” Kana said. It was half defensive and half weary.
“Some of the girls, too,” Gray suggested. Kana smacked him in the back of the head, but snorted. Gray smirked. “I’m just saying, you have plenty of options.” This time, Kana even snickered a little, although she did hit him harder. Gray grabbed her hand and threaded his fingers through hers - she resisted the touch, but didn’t really pull away. “You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had, Kana.”
“People keep telling me that tonight,” she responded quietly.
Gray felt like he should have known how to deal with this by now, but the subject was always awkward and would always be awkward. “…Maybe he’ll come around,” he tried.
Kana snorted, this time without mirth. “Whatever.” They both knew it was lie. Gray couldn’t tell if the effort was wasted. He was about to say something else, anything else, when Kana tugged her hand free of his grip and turned over to face the back of the sofa. “Good luck on your date,” she said flatly.
“…Thanks,” said Gray. He didn’t know what else there was to say. He waited until he could hear Kana’s breathing even out - it could have been one minute or ten - and leaned in to kiss the back of her head. Then he got up and drifted back to bed, feeling empty.
She was gone when he woke up.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Gray/Kana, mentioned Gray/Lluvia, one-sided Kana/Macau
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,259
Summary: Kana deals poorly with rejection; Gray is incapable of saying no.
A/N: Apparently I cannot write something uncomplicated and moderately pornographic about Gray and Kana being fuckbuddies-who-used-to-date without it turning into angst. I am not sure why this is. Also, apologies for the title. Crossposted a couple places.
It was still dark outside when Gray awoke to a frantic pounding on his front door. He lay in bed for a moment, wondering if he’d imagined it, but as soon as he was convinced it had been a fragment of his dream, it started up again. He swore and sat up, grabbing the bedside clock.
2:13. It had to be Kana. He slammed the clock down and tripped out of bed, stumbling toward the front door. She was still hammering away and hadn’t let up for the past minute or so. “I’m coming, damn it!” he snapped, just before wrenching the door open. “You’re gonna wake up my neighbors agai--”
The rest of the sentence was crushed to death under Kana’s lips. She tasted like cheap beer, the kind Macau favored, and her arms were around his neck in a vice-like grip; Gray hauled her bodily into the house and managed to slam the door shut behind her just before she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. She was sloppily drunk and her balance was off - that combined with the lack of warning sent Gray careening back against the kitchen table. He let out a reflexive cry against Kana’s mouth as the edge of the table clipped his elbow, but that only seemed to make Kana hungrier for it, kissing him so deep and harsh and hot that he couldn’t breathe.
It was too late for this; Gray was tired and pissed off and startled but not entirely surprised - he’d seen this coming as soon as he’d gotten up to open the door. Growling, he turned around and dropped Kana onto the table. She retaliated by biting his shoulder, hands sliding down to the hem of his boxers, one tugging them down and the other reaching in to wrap firmly around his cock. Gray hissed and jerked reflexively toward her as he pulled at her belt. This was stupid, this was wrong, Lluvia would cry and cry some more and they were supposed to have a second date on Friday but he was achingly hard already, adrenaline and Kana’s teeth on his neck driving him forward. It took too long to get her belt undone and her pants around her ankles, no time to bother with more than that.
She wasn’t much help, all enthusiasm and aggression and no finesse, but it didn’t matter - as soon as Gray was inside her, she clenched her knees around his hips and moaned, head thrown back as she rocked against him, and that was all he needed. “God damn it, Kana,” he groaned, mouth pressed against her collarbone. He wrapped his hands around her hips and moved hard and fast, the way he knew she liked it, drowning in heat and the sound of her desperate little cries.
It was over quickly. Kana always came fast when she was this drunk and worked up, and she always dragged Gray with her, hands and mouth everywhere and body pressed tight against him. She screamed when she finished, and Gray managed to think in a daze that the neighbors were going to glare tomorrow before Kana pushed him away and half-hopped, half-fell off the table, dragging her pants back up her hips.
Gray watched as she staggered toward the bathroom, yanking the door closed behind her. He waited until he heard water running before he gained the presence of mind to pull his boxers back on. If nothing else, he at least knew they were both using protection, but that was an empty reassurance. Gray shook his head and went to the cupboard to pull down a new bottle of rum and a half-empty jug of whiskey, the only alcohol in the house. He hid them under his bed and sat down next to the bathroom door.
He ran a hand through his hair, the sudden rush of release still pulsing out to his fingertips. Then he rapped the backs of his knuckles against the door. “Kana?”
There was a long pause. The sound of water came to a stop. “What?”
“You okay?”
An even longer pause, and then, “I’m fine.”
Gray sighed. “Okay. Are you staying the night?”
“Yeah.” He heard her open a bottle of pills. Just aspirin; that was all he kept.
“Okay. I’ll get you some clothes.” With another sigh, Gray pushed himself up and went to grab a tank top and a pair of slightly oversized boxers from the top dresser drawer, trying to ignore the fact that they were already stretched out in the pattern of Kana’s curves. He pulled the bathroom door open a crack and tossed the clothes inside.
He could hear Kana fumbling with her clothes and almost wanted to offer help. “Listen,” he said slowly, staring at the door as though she could see the earnest expression he wore through the wood, “We can’t…you know I kind of have a thing with Lluvia now, and--” That was the wrong thing to say. He sighed. “I just can’t do this anymore, okay? If you ever need a place to stay, you can use my couch, but…”
There was a long, hollow silence. Finally, Kana pushed the door open and emerged dressed in Gray’s borrowed pajamas, looking drunk and sullen and still somehow attractive with her long hair spilling around her shoulders. She stumbled toward the sofa, ignoring Gray entirely, and flopped onto the couch and lay there, staring blindly at the ceiling, one leg hanging onto the floor.
Gray watched her in silence for a moment and then went to collect her clothes from the bathroom. He folded them the best he could and took them out to drop them on the floor next to the sofa. Then he sat down beside them and leaned back against the sofa, resting his head near Kana’s shoulder.
“Max has kind of a crush on you,” he said.
Kana snorted. “He can’t hold his liquor to save his life.”
Gray could only nod. “A lot of guys in the guild like you, though. A lot of guys not in the guild, too.”
“I know,” Kana said. It was half defensive and half weary.
“Some of the girls, too,” Gray suggested. Kana smacked him in the back of the head, but snorted. Gray smirked. “I’m just saying, you have plenty of options.” This time, Kana even snickered a little, although she did hit him harder. Gray grabbed her hand and threaded his fingers through hers - she resisted the touch, but didn’t really pull away. “You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had, Kana.”
“People keep telling me that tonight,” she responded quietly.
Gray felt like he should have known how to deal with this by now, but the subject was always awkward and would always be awkward. “…Maybe he’ll come around,” he tried.
Kana snorted, this time without mirth. “Whatever.” They both knew it was lie. Gray couldn’t tell if the effort was wasted. He was about to say something else, anything else, when Kana tugged her hand free of his grip and turned over to face the back of the sofa. “Good luck on your date,” she said flatly.
“…Thanks,” said Gray. He didn’t know what else there was to say. He waited until he could hear Kana’s breathing even out - it could have been one minute or ten - and leaned in to kiss the back of her head. Then he got up and drifted back to bed, feeling empty.
She was gone when he woke up.