FIC: So Hold On Until It's Over
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nilchanceTitle: So Hold On Until It's Over
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Rating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/Jeremy Sisto
A/N: This is a prequel forpoisontaster's A Kept Boy and my own That Middle Road. Jeremy is 16; Jeff is... not. Also I'm going to hell.
When Jeff's finger skates behind his sac, Jeremy wrenches away automatically and cracks the back of his head on the wall. "Ow. What're you-- what?"
Jeff's stretched out on his belly between Jeremy's legs, hanging half off the bed. If Jeremy tried that, he'd look ridiculous, but Jeff looks all feline and smoking hot. One of the annoying things about Jeff is the way he makes Jeremy feel like a stupid gawky teenager, which sucks because c'mon, he's 16 and he's emancipated and he's paying his own rent-- he's not a kid. But Jeff makes Jeremy shivery and brainless. Jeff's hand is still open where Jeremy vaulted away from it, his fingers crooked like a question.
"You all right?" Jeff asks, and it's the right question in the right tone to bring Jeremy's hackles down. Sometimes Jeff gives Jeremy that feeling of being handled, but this time Jeff just looks mildly curious. "Concuss yourself?"
"I-- no." Sheepish, Jeremy slinks back down to where he was, where he had been getting the blowjob of his life. "Yeah. Sorry. You just, um, you do what you're doing."
Jeff's eyes glint with trouble, and he smiles. "What I'm doing, huh."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. You--" And Jeremy squeaks out an embarrassing noise as Jeff pushes his legs open, pushes him apart. "What're you. Jeff?"
Jeff still has that smile, his palm shoved up against the crease of Jeremy's thigh, and rubs his scratchy cheek against the opposite leg. Jeremy can feel him breathing against his balls and other places where nobody else has touched. "Yeah, sweetheart," Jeff purrs, and Jeremy feels all the remaining blood rush from his head to his dick. "You gonna let me finger this tight ass?"
"OhJesusfuck," Jeremy breathes it out in one, and has to look up at the ceiling for a second to get a grip. "You just say shit, how do you even--?"
Jeff hehs, turning his smile against Jeremy's thigh like a secret. The feverish realization comes to Jeremy, that Jeff is looking at him like this, spread open under his hands, and he shivers all over. "I haven't," Jeremy says to the ceiling, feeling the blush creep up his neck, "I."
"I know. Let me," Jeff murmurs. "It'll be good."
And hell, what else can he say to that? Everything has been good, a banquet of kinked-out fucked up carnal acts that Jeremy had never even thought of except during late night sessions of jerking his own chain. But Jeff doesn't know, he doesn't think he's the first guy Jeremy ever sucked, and he'll never find out.
Jeremy nods, realizes that Jeff can't see, and says in a husked out voice he doesn't recognize, "Okay."
Jeff groans, like that alone is doing it for him, and mouths Jeremy's thigh. "Good. My good boy. Amazing. Grab my jeans, yeah?"
The jeans in question somehow ended up slung on Jeremy's bedside lamp. Jeremy snags them and throws them over Jeff's face, and gets bitten for his trouble. Weird how that small pain gets tangled up with everything else, making his breath catch hard in his throat. Jeff glances up at him between the legs of his jeans, interested, before going back to pulling something out of his back pocket. It crinkles like a condom, which lights Jeremy's brain up with memories of that first night-- the taste of latex, the heaviness of Jeff's cock on his tongue and across his swelling lower lip, the scent of Jeff's skin up close mingling with the metallic scent of his zipper.
Jeff even tears it open like he opens condom wrappers, with his teeth, and spits out plastic into the gap between Jeremy's mattress and the wall.
"Hey," Jeremy says without much heat. His apartment is a dive but he keeps it clean. "You're gonna get that later."
Jeff doesn't look up from slicking up his fingers with the slippery stuff he just opened. Lube, Jeremy realizes, and another shiver slips deliciously up his spine. It's not all want.
Once his fingers are slick and shining in the dim lamplight, Jeff shrugs his jeans to the floor. His zipper clatters against the floor and Jeremy jumps a little, enough that Jeff looks at him. Softens, like Jeremy is some kid who needs soothing. "We don't have to do this, Jer," he says, and kisses Jeremy's hip. "I'll still get you off."
It's tempting; he's a little spooked and a little squicked, but. He wants this. He wants to make Jeff happy. And hell, he's curious. "No, it's cool," Jeremy says. "Bring it on."
Jeff snorts, but he settles back between Jeremy's legs. "Then relax. Okay?" Pressing another kiss to Jeremy's hip, closer to his dick, Jeff hums. His dry hand slips under Jeremy's knee, bringing it up and over his shoulder. Like eating out a girl, Jeremy thinks, and then he thinks of Jeff putting his mouth there and sucking at him like that. He shudders, and Jeff huffs out another laugh. Predatory, this time. "You're all wound up, aren't you."
"Nngh." Unsure of where to put his hands, Jeremy hovers for a second, then settles them on Jeff's shoulders. He kneads the knots there, absently. "I want you to suck me."
"Yeah?" Jeff's slick hand creeps back, behind Jeremy's balls, and rubs the strip of skin there. It's a firm touch this time, decisive and good, and Jeremy doesn't jump. He's touched himself there, one hand on his dick, and maybe it's just that association that makes him gasp out loud. Jeff growls and sucks an open-mouthed kiss to the base of Jeremy's cock. "I can. So long as you don't come yet."
"Fine. Fine. Just--" Jeremy puts one grasping hand to the back of Jeff's neck. "Oh god."
Yeah, because Jeff licks a stripe up Jeremy's dick, right up to the slick head, and sucks as his thumb coasts on back to Jeremy's hole. It feels... weird, slippery and ticklish and wrong and kinda nice, though it's hard to tell what's Jeff's mouth and what's his hand. Jeremy groans and puts his head back, grinding it into the pillow as he arches up. Jeff doesn't stop, circling his hole and licking hot lines over and over the head of his cock, lapping him up, drinking him down. Jeremy barely feels his thighs start to shake, his heel pressing hard into Jeff's back, before Jeff pulls off with a noisy pop. He whimpers once, bites his lip, but Jeff only groans deep in his chest like it hurts, "yeah, baby, oh yeah."
Jeff's finger presses, pushes, and Jeremy opens up around him. Jeremy bites off another noise, surprised, and turns his face into the pillow. That weird feeling blossoms out into something he wants to hide from, uncomfortable and hot. His leg is sweating against Jeff's back, and Jeff murmurs, "shh, shh," before he puts his mouth back on Jeremy's cock.
In. In. He's panting, trying to reconcile his dick with that awkward slick feeling, and so when Jeff curls his finger and something sparks inside of him, he can't hide the way he jerks. The noise he makes.
Jeff purrs, deep and satisfied. "Yeah. Yeah, there you are. That's good."
"J-Jeff." His mouth is a desert. Jeremy gulps air, caught between pushing sluttily into Jeff's hand and freezing in place. Nothing in him wants to pull away again. "I. What?"
"Heh." Nosing fondly at Jeremy's stomach, Jeff flashes that pretty grin. His mouth is smeared with precome, and the sight makes Jeremy throb all over. "A thousand Romans can't all be wrong."
"God, you fucker." Thumping his head back to the pillow, Jeremy experimentally tilts his hips back into Jeff's hand. His body lights up like a pinball machine, and he whines. "Don't stop."
"Greedy." Jeff shifts back into the rut of Jeremy's legs, and licks his dick from tip to base. "Take it, if you want it."
God, he is blushing now, but he wants too bad not to keep moving. Not to fuck himself on Jeff's finger, on his hand and his mouth and his smell and his ridiculous laugh, rocking his hips between blowjob and fuck, making sounds that will make him fumble when he remembers them tomorrow. Slutty deep animal noises, guttural, to the punctuation of Jeff humming and the slick squelch of lube. When Jeff slips another finger next to the first, it burns but it goes easy with all the slick, and Jeremy cries out so loud that somebody thumps their fist into the wall next door. But oh, oh, oh god.
Jeff's free hand scratches down his thigh, hot bright pain, marking him up, and Jeremy gasps through coming himself blind. Jeff swallows him up, licks him down like cream. Doesn't stop fucking him, even when Jeremy freezes up in helpless pleasure, even after he's limp and twitching jerkily under Jeff's mouth.
Finally, slowly, Jeff raises his head from Jeremy's lap. His mouth looks sunburned, and his eyes are black as hell. "Good boy," he growls, and Jeremy wheezes out a curse. "Naw. My good boy. So fucking pretty. You like that?"
"Yeah," Jeremy whispers, and runs his shaky fingers through Jeff's hair. "You gonna fuck me?"
Jeff grunts like he was punched, and slithers up Jeremy. Kneels over his belly, a little sloppy from what Jeff couldn't swallow, and fists his dick. It's wet and red, slicking through Jeff's fingers. "Gonna work you up to it," Jeff murmurs, like he's reminding himself, then pins Jeremy with a look. "Gonna stretch you open first. Put you on your belly. On your knees. I'm gonna lick you open. Show you, nngh, I'm-- oh fuck, sweetheart, you--"
Jeremy covers Jeff's hand with his own, squeezes a little tighter, makes him go a little faster. When Jeff is breathing harder, rocking into each thrust, when he's close, Jeremy says, "I want you to fuck me."
Jeff comes on him, shuddering.
Author:
nilchanceRating: Adult
Pairing: JDM/Jeremy Sisto
A/N: This is a prequel for
poisontaster's A Kept Boy and my own That Middle Road. Jeremy is 16; Jeff is... not. Also I'm going to hell.When Jeff's finger skates behind his sac, Jeremy wrenches away automatically and cracks the back of his head on the wall. "Ow. What're you-- what?"
Jeff's stretched out on his belly between Jeremy's legs, hanging half off the bed. If Jeremy tried that, he'd look ridiculous, but Jeff looks all feline and smoking hot. One of the annoying things about Jeff is the way he makes Jeremy feel like a stupid gawky teenager, which sucks because c'mon, he's 16 and he's emancipated and he's paying his own rent-- he's not a kid. But Jeff makes Jeremy shivery and brainless. Jeff's hand is still open where Jeremy vaulted away from it, his fingers crooked like a question.
"You all right?" Jeff asks, and it's the right question in the right tone to bring Jeremy's hackles down. Sometimes Jeff gives Jeremy that feeling of being handled, but this time Jeff just looks mildly curious. "Concuss yourself?"
"I-- no." Sheepish, Jeremy slinks back down to where he was, where he had been getting the blowjob of his life. "Yeah. Sorry. You just, um, you do what you're doing."
Jeff's eyes glint with trouble, and he smiles. "What I'm doing, huh."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. You--" And Jeremy squeaks out an embarrassing noise as Jeff pushes his legs open, pushes him apart. "What're you. Jeff?"
Jeff still has that smile, his palm shoved up against the crease of Jeremy's thigh, and rubs his scratchy cheek against the opposite leg. Jeremy can feel him breathing against his balls and other places where nobody else has touched. "Yeah, sweetheart," Jeff purrs, and Jeremy feels all the remaining blood rush from his head to his dick. "You gonna let me finger this tight ass?"
"OhJesusfuck," Jeremy breathes it out in one, and has to look up at the ceiling for a second to get a grip. "You just say shit, how do you even--?"
Jeff hehs, turning his smile against Jeremy's thigh like a secret. The feverish realization comes to Jeremy, that Jeff is looking at him like this, spread open under his hands, and he shivers all over. "I haven't," Jeremy says to the ceiling, feeling the blush creep up his neck, "I."
"I know. Let me," Jeff murmurs. "It'll be good."
And hell, what else can he say to that? Everything has been good, a banquet of kinked-out fucked up carnal acts that Jeremy had never even thought of except during late night sessions of jerking his own chain. But Jeff doesn't know, he doesn't think he's the first guy Jeremy ever sucked, and he'll never find out.
Jeremy nods, realizes that Jeff can't see, and says in a husked out voice he doesn't recognize, "Okay."
Jeff groans, like that alone is doing it for him, and mouths Jeremy's thigh. "Good. My good boy. Amazing. Grab my jeans, yeah?"
The jeans in question somehow ended up slung on Jeremy's bedside lamp. Jeremy snags them and throws them over Jeff's face, and gets bitten for his trouble. Weird how that small pain gets tangled up with everything else, making his breath catch hard in his throat. Jeff glances up at him between the legs of his jeans, interested, before going back to pulling something out of his back pocket. It crinkles like a condom, which lights Jeremy's brain up with memories of that first night-- the taste of latex, the heaviness of Jeff's cock on his tongue and across his swelling lower lip, the scent of Jeff's skin up close mingling with the metallic scent of his zipper.
Jeff even tears it open like he opens condom wrappers, with his teeth, and spits out plastic into the gap between Jeremy's mattress and the wall.
"Hey," Jeremy says without much heat. His apartment is a dive but he keeps it clean. "You're gonna get that later."
Jeff doesn't look up from slicking up his fingers with the slippery stuff he just opened. Lube, Jeremy realizes, and another shiver slips deliciously up his spine. It's not all want.
Once his fingers are slick and shining in the dim lamplight, Jeff shrugs his jeans to the floor. His zipper clatters against the floor and Jeremy jumps a little, enough that Jeff looks at him. Softens, like Jeremy is some kid who needs soothing. "We don't have to do this, Jer," he says, and kisses Jeremy's hip. "I'll still get you off."
It's tempting; he's a little spooked and a little squicked, but. He wants this. He wants to make Jeff happy. And hell, he's curious. "No, it's cool," Jeremy says. "Bring it on."
Jeff snorts, but he settles back between Jeremy's legs. "Then relax. Okay?" Pressing another kiss to Jeremy's hip, closer to his dick, Jeff hums. His dry hand slips under Jeremy's knee, bringing it up and over his shoulder. Like eating out a girl, Jeremy thinks, and then he thinks of Jeff putting his mouth there and sucking at him like that. He shudders, and Jeff huffs out another laugh. Predatory, this time. "You're all wound up, aren't you."
"Nngh." Unsure of where to put his hands, Jeremy hovers for a second, then settles them on Jeff's shoulders. He kneads the knots there, absently. "I want you to suck me."
"Yeah?" Jeff's slick hand creeps back, behind Jeremy's balls, and rubs the strip of skin there. It's a firm touch this time, decisive and good, and Jeremy doesn't jump. He's touched himself there, one hand on his dick, and maybe it's just that association that makes him gasp out loud. Jeff growls and sucks an open-mouthed kiss to the base of Jeremy's cock. "I can. So long as you don't come yet."
"Fine. Fine. Just--" Jeremy puts one grasping hand to the back of Jeff's neck. "Oh god."
Yeah, because Jeff licks a stripe up Jeremy's dick, right up to the slick head, and sucks as his thumb coasts on back to Jeremy's hole. It feels... weird, slippery and ticklish and wrong and kinda nice, though it's hard to tell what's Jeff's mouth and what's his hand. Jeremy groans and puts his head back, grinding it into the pillow as he arches up. Jeff doesn't stop, circling his hole and licking hot lines over and over the head of his cock, lapping him up, drinking him down. Jeremy barely feels his thighs start to shake, his heel pressing hard into Jeff's back, before Jeff pulls off with a noisy pop. He whimpers once, bites his lip, but Jeff only groans deep in his chest like it hurts, "yeah, baby, oh yeah."
Jeff's finger presses, pushes, and Jeremy opens up around him. Jeremy bites off another noise, surprised, and turns his face into the pillow. That weird feeling blossoms out into something he wants to hide from, uncomfortable and hot. His leg is sweating against Jeff's back, and Jeff murmurs, "shh, shh," before he puts his mouth back on Jeremy's cock.
In. In. He's panting, trying to reconcile his dick with that awkward slick feeling, and so when Jeff curls his finger and something sparks inside of him, he can't hide the way he jerks. The noise he makes.
Jeff purrs, deep and satisfied. "Yeah. Yeah, there you are. That's good."
"J-Jeff." His mouth is a desert. Jeremy gulps air, caught between pushing sluttily into Jeff's hand and freezing in place. Nothing in him wants to pull away again. "I. What?"
"Heh." Nosing fondly at Jeremy's stomach, Jeff flashes that pretty grin. His mouth is smeared with precome, and the sight makes Jeremy throb all over. "A thousand Romans can't all be wrong."
"God, you fucker." Thumping his head back to the pillow, Jeremy experimentally tilts his hips back into Jeff's hand. His body lights up like a pinball machine, and he whines. "Don't stop."
"Greedy." Jeff shifts back into the rut of Jeremy's legs, and licks his dick from tip to base. "Take it, if you want it."
God, he is blushing now, but he wants too bad not to keep moving. Not to fuck himself on Jeff's finger, on his hand and his mouth and his smell and his ridiculous laugh, rocking his hips between blowjob and fuck, making sounds that will make him fumble when he remembers them tomorrow. Slutty deep animal noises, guttural, to the punctuation of Jeff humming and the slick squelch of lube. When Jeff slips another finger next to the first, it burns but it goes easy with all the slick, and Jeremy cries out so loud that somebody thumps their fist into the wall next door. But oh, oh, oh god.
Jeff's free hand scratches down his thigh, hot bright pain, marking him up, and Jeremy gasps through coming himself blind. Jeff swallows him up, licks him down like cream. Doesn't stop fucking him, even when Jeremy freezes up in helpless pleasure, even after he's limp and twitching jerkily under Jeff's mouth.
Finally, slowly, Jeff raises his head from Jeremy's lap. His mouth looks sunburned, and his eyes are black as hell. "Good boy," he growls, and Jeremy wheezes out a curse. "Naw. My good boy. So fucking pretty. You like that?"
"Yeah," Jeremy whispers, and runs his shaky fingers through Jeff's hair. "You gonna fuck me?"
Jeff grunts like he was punched, and slithers up Jeremy. Kneels over his belly, a little sloppy from what Jeff couldn't swallow, and fists his dick. It's wet and red, slicking through Jeff's fingers. "Gonna work you up to it," Jeff murmurs, like he's reminding himself, then pins Jeremy with a look. "Gonna stretch you open first. Put you on your belly. On your knees. I'm gonna lick you open. Show you, nngh, I'm-- oh fuck, sweetheart, you--"
Jeremy covers Jeff's hand with his own, squeezes a little tighter, makes him go a little faster. When Jeff is breathing harder, rocking into each thrust, when he's close, Jeremy says, "I want you to fuck me."
Jeff comes on him, shuddering.
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Date: 2010-01-05 12:36 am (UTC)and really, you should write Jeff rimming a 16 yr old Jeremy. 'cause, uh, yummalicious.
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Date: 2010-01-05 12:52 am (UTC)Oh, yeah, hotter than hell, but fuck, no wonder Jeff flips when he finds out Jeremy's age.
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Date: 2010-01-05 02:53 am (UTC)goddamn. fuck. i'm not coherent, please excuse...
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Date: 2010-01-05 04:31 am (UTC)Also, I wonder just how hard Jeff freaked out when he realized Jeremy's real age. I'm betting it was pretty hard (understatement).
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Date: 2010-01-05 05:31 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-05 05:32 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-05 05:33 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-06 04:34 am (UTC)Oh gnuh! Hotness!!
And Jeff was Jeremy's first... wow.
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Date: 2010-01-06 08:45 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-06 08:45 pm (UTC)Who is that in yon icon? Dita?
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Date: 2010-01-06 08:46 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-06 08:50 pm (UTC)And you know, now that you ask, I'm actually unsure. It was made by
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Date: 2010-01-07 04:21 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-07 08:59 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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