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For those of you who are on my Flist but are not a part of anon_lovefest, have some Joe Trohman/Brian Schechter porn. :D
Unorthodox
nc17
Brian Schechter x JoeTroh
authornote: I'm going to preface this by saying that I don't know very much about Judaism. Sorry about any and all details that are horrifically inaccurate.
Really, Joe should know better, by now, than to listen to anything that Gabe Saporta tells him. Joe doesn't know this Mickey kid very well, has only seen him a few times when he was helping his grandmother up the synagogue steps, but for some reason when Gabe wraps a hand around his shoulder and says, "Trohman, my good fellow, Mickey's bar mitzvah tonight, be there. After-party's gonna be rocking," Joe just grins and replies, "Cool, sure."
How he ends up in a storage closet halfway down the hall from the local rec center's youth room with his pants undone and a dude he's just met on the floor in front of him is an entirely different story.
*
The party is going pretty strongly by the time that Joe gets there. He'd stopped to pick up a congratulations card and stuff fifteen bucks inside - not a lot, but it's still cash and if Mickey's like any other kid his age that Joe's ever met, he'll appreciate the cash. It was Joe's favorite part of his own bar mitzvah, back in the day.
He almost gets wistful, for a second, because seriously has it been four years already? He doesn't get far along that train of thought, however, because Gabe starts ushering him over toward the snack table. Joe rolls his eyes because, honestly, how could he have thought that Gabe might be anywhere else when there's still food left for him to consume?
"Saporta," Joe greets, nodding a little in Gabe's direction. Gabe grins at him and nudges the shoulder of a guy standing next to him and, oh, wow. This dude is definitely not what Joe expected to find when he'd agreed to come to a bar mitzvah ceremony at the community center. He's not tall, especially compared to Gabe, but he has these shocking blue eyes and a twist to his mouth that suggests that he's not all that happy to be here. He glances over at Joe and offers a smirk.
"This is my good buddy, little Schechter," Gabe says over the music and the guy rolls his eyes, holds a hand out to shake Joe's.
"Brian Schechter," he says, shaking Joe's hand once and adding, "Nice hair."
If Joe was a tiny bit more self conscious he'd probably blush. As it is, he just grins and shakes Brian's hand and replies, "Joe Trohman." His eyes flicker down to the little hoop glinting in Brian's lip and Joe comments as off-handed as possible, "Nice lip-ring."
And, normally, Joe wouldn't just walk up and hit on a dude. In fact, normally, Joe wouldn't hit on a dude at all - unless it's Patrick, that clerk from Barnes & Noble, because, seriously, that shit will never ever not be hilarious, especially with the colors Patrick turns. Anyway, Joe's not much in the habit of starting conversations by flirting with people he doesn't know, but by the slight mischievous twist to Brian's mouth and the way his eyes narrow almost imperceptibly - not that Joe is looking, or anything - Joe's going to guess that Brian takes it that way.
He smiles and excuses himself to go say hello to Lindy, one of the girls from down the street that his mom keeps trying to talk him into dating even though they don't have anything common.
*
He doesn't run across Brian again for nearly forty-five minutes - and no, Joe has not been glancing around periodically to see if he can figure out where Brian's gone to. He's pouring himself a cup of punch, because it's hot as fuck in this room now, with all the preteen, and newly teenage kids flailing about on the dance floor, when somebody sidles up next to him, just close enough for their shoulders to brush.
"Joe," Brian smirks, reaching for one of the party cups.
"Brian," Joe greets with a nod. He scoots over a little bit, leaning against one of the portions of the long table that isn't jam-packed with food while Brian fills his glass. Brian wanders over a few seconds later, though, and stands the same way he had been before, so that they're just barely touching at their shoulders and hips.
"Having a good time?" Brian asks. Joe snorts a little and sips his punch.
"Yeah, it's quite the party," he replies, and hopes he doesn't say it too dryly. Brian snickers beside him and nods.
"It's something, all right." They're both quiet for a few minutes, and then Brian cants his head toward Joe. "So, what's a guy like you doing hanging out with a creature from the black lagoon like Saporta?"
Brian jerks his thumb over to where Gabe has one arm around Lindy's shoulder. She's leaning in, all blonde curls and summer dress, and Joe smirks.
"We met a few years back, at an after-school study group." It's not a long, or particularly interesting, story but Joe tells it anyway. How he'd been sitting there, idly skipping through passages of the Torah, when Gabe had flopped down next to him and murmured, voice low, "I like your hair, it looks just as bored as I feel. In two minutes, ask to go to the bathroom. Wait for me there and we'll sneak out the back door."
Brian laughs and shakes his head and says, "Fucking Gabe," before downing the rest of his punch. He arches an eyebrow at where Gabe is pretty obviously putting the moves on Lindy and adds, "You don't mind him movin' in on your girl?"
Joe snorts. "Lindy? She's not 'my girl,' dude. She's my neighbor from down the street."
"Ah." It's a simple sound of acknowledgment, nothing more or less, and still it sends a little thrill lancing down Joe's spine. "So you two aren't a thing, then."
"Dude, she listens to country and rap," Joe says with a pointed look in Brian's direction. The disgustingly affronted face that Brian makes at that knowledge makes Joe laugh, and he almost spills his punch all over the place. When he regains his composure, Brian is smiling brightly at him.
*
Somewhere between the smile and now, Brian convinced Joe that it would be great idea to go make-out in the hall closet. Granted, he hadn't said it that way, because if he had Joe probably would have thought twice. It's a little different, though, when a guy you keep accidentally picturing naked even though you barely know one another pushes you up against a wall in an empty corridor and says, breath hot against your mouth, "Sorry if I'm reading this wrong," and then slips his tongue in past your lips. Joe groans and reaches up to cup one hand around Brian's neck.
He's never made out with a dude before - not really, anyway, because Spin the Bottle with Pete doesn't count - and oh, shit, why has Joe never tried this? Brian is so fucking good at this, and he bites Joe's lip a little when he pulls back for a second to catch his breath and something warm stirs low in Joe's belly. They're leaning in for another go when a door at the end of the hallway bangs open. Luckily, Brian still has enough higher brain function to open the nearest door and push Joe through. Unluckily, said door leads to a - thankfully mostly empty - storage closet.
Joe can't suppress a few giggles because, seriously, a storage closet? This shit is ridiculous, and Brian's hands tighten a little around his upper arms. Brian growls, "You laughing at my moves, Trohman?" and his voice is closer than Joe expected, makes goosebumps break out all down Joe's arms. Brian kisses Joe again, but it's a little gentler this time.
Joe isn't quite sure what to do with his hands, but when he hesitantly rests them on Brian's hips Brian's breath catches against the pulse in Joe's neck. Joe digs his fingers in a bit and Brian groans. He tugs on Joe's hair, just barely and nowhere near enough to hurt; the insistence in the gesture alights, white-hot, straight down to Joe's half-hard dick. And before he knows it, Brian's kissing him again, furious and desperate and Joe is giving just as good as he's getting.
Brian pushes him backwards a couple of stumbling steps until his back hits the wall, and then, fuck, Brian thrusts his hips forward and even through the denim Joe can feel that Brian's just as hard as he is. Brian still has one hand tangled in Joe's hair, his lips dragging slow, and sweet, with a little hint of teeth, against the line of Joe's jaw.
Joe's dick twitches in his jeans when Brian drops to his knees. He's looking up at Joe with his eyes all wide in the dim light, pupils blown wide with a thin ring of dark navy around them. His mouth is wet and there's a reddened spot just peeking up out of his collar that Joe vaguely remembers putting there.
"Is this okay?" Brian asks, and he sounds fucking wrecked even though they've only been making out and oh God, Joe is totally going to lose his dude virginity in a storage closet at the rec center, he is so fucking hardcore.
"Yeah," he breathes, and runs his fingers lightly through Brian's hair. "Yeah, that's." He swallows. "Great, that'd be great."
Brian smirks and undoes Joe’s fly, pulls Joe’s boxers down and licks tentatively at the head of Joe’s cock. Joe bites his knuckles to keep from moaning too loudly and Brian grins to himself. He wraps his palms around Joe’s hips, holding him flush against the wall, and licks up the underside, takes Joe a little way down his throat, sucking lightly.
Joe has gotten blowjobs before, and this one isn’t even the best one he’s ever had - it’s good, great even, but not the best - but when he looks down and sees the arm that Brian has snaked across his waist to keep him from thrusting, the short, dark hair and broad set of Brian’s shoulders it’s quite possibly the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Joe’s hips stutter a little under Brian’s arms and Brian makes a little humming noise around Joe’s dick and bites his knuckles even harder. His legs are shaking when he says, “Brian, Bri, I’m gonna, fuck - ”
Brian doesn’t pull off, like Joe expects. He just swallows until Joe’s sagging against the wall, finished. Rising back to his feet, Brian grins wolfishly at Joe through the dark and Joe gives him a giddy smile. He pulls Brian forward, chases his own taste into the corners of Brian’s mouth. Somehow, Joe manages to work his hands down the front of Brian’s jeans, licking his palm after he’s undone the button, and wraps his hand around Brian’s cock, dragging gently from the base up to the tip and then back down, twisting his wrist as he goes. Brian thrusts up into his grip, his face nuzzling the juncture where Joe’s neck becomes his shoulder, tiny gasps making warm patterns therein.
Brian doesn’t give Joe much by way of verbal warning, but his hips start to move erratically and he’s clutching Joe’s shoulders like if he doesn’t the world will fall away beneath him and then he comes, all over Joe’s hand, and a little bit on the exposed skin of Joe’s stomach.
Joe brings his hand up and takes an experimental taste, making a face at the bitterness of it. Brian laughs softly and murmurs, “S’ not for everyone,” before pressing a tiny kiss to Joe’s cheek. He steps back and glances down at his jeans. Tucking himself back in while Joe does the same, Brian runs a hand through his hair and says, “We should go get cleaned up.”
Joe nods, and leans over Brian’s shoulder to peer out the door. The mad dash to the bathroom is almost as fun as nearly being caught necking in the hallway. Almost.
*
So anyway, the after party ends up being totally awesome, just like Gabe said, even if Joe misses most of it in favor of making out with Brian in the back seat of Brian’s beat up old Subaru. Apparently Lindy puts out, or so Gabe crows the next morning, but Joe just rolls his eyes at Gabe over the table while Gabe packs away a whole foot long sub and sends a text back to Brian. They’re meeting for movies later. Something bloody and graphic and totally awesome, and if it’s really as shitty as it looks in the previews then it means at least a good hour of prime groping time in the darkest part of the back row.
“You had a good time with Schechter last night,” Gabe states pointedly, glancing at Joe while he devours a bag of chips. Joe shrugs.
“He’s cool. “ And it’s true. Brian is so fucking cool that Joe’s not really sure what he was doing hanging out at the Jewish center anyway. Brian’s nineteen so he could totally be out doing cooler things than watching Mickey Whatsisface read and sing songs.
“I guess, if you like the philanthropic type,” Gabe agrees mildly, his grin turning wicked as he adds, “Although, seems like you kept him awfully busy. Probably won’t get a very good review from the Goldsteins.”
Joe arches an eyebrow. “What?”
“He’s a volunteer at the center, dude. He was supposed to be there last night helping out for the party. Something about needing community service hours for his scholarship,” Gabe says around a mouthful of club sandwich. Joe snorts, because Brian had conveniently not mentioned that he was there doing volunteer work. Probably because it would take away from his badass image. Still, Joe thinks, as he munches on a few Doritos, maybe his volunteer work and the fact that he’s got a scholarship will help ease a little bit of the sting his mom will probably feel when Joe brings Brian over for Thursday night dinner instead of Lindy.
Joe’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he flips it open. It reads: great, pick you up @ 7?
Gabe makes fun of Joe’s smitten grin, but Joe ignores him and responds: perfect.
Unorthodox
nc17
Brian Schechter x JoeTroh
authornote: I'm going to preface this by saying that I don't know very much about Judaism. Sorry about any and all details that are horrifically inaccurate.
Really, Joe should know better, by now, than to listen to anything that Gabe Saporta tells him. Joe doesn't know this Mickey kid very well, has only seen him a few times when he was helping his grandmother up the synagogue steps, but for some reason when Gabe wraps a hand around his shoulder and says, "Trohman, my good fellow, Mickey's bar mitzvah tonight, be there. After-party's gonna be rocking," Joe just grins and replies, "Cool, sure."
How he ends up in a storage closet halfway down the hall from the local rec center's youth room with his pants undone and a dude he's just met on the floor in front of him is an entirely different story.
*
The party is going pretty strongly by the time that Joe gets there. He'd stopped to pick up a congratulations card and stuff fifteen bucks inside - not a lot, but it's still cash and if Mickey's like any other kid his age that Joe's ever met, he'll appreciate the cash. It was Joe's favorite part of his own bar mitzvah, back in the day.
He almost gets wistful, for a second, because seriously has it been four years already? He doesn't get far along that train of thought, however, because Gabe starts ushering him over toward the snack table. Joe rolls his eyes because, honestly, how could he have thought that Gabe might be anywhere else when there's still food left for him to consume?
"Saporta," Joe greets, nodding a little in Gabe's direction. Gabe grins at him and nudges the shoulder of a guy standing next to him and, oh, wow. This dude is definitely not what Joe expected to find when he'd agreed to come to a bar mitzvah ceremony at the community center. He's not tall, especially compared to Gabe, but he has these shocking blue eyes and a twist to his mouth that suggests that he's not all that happy to be here. He glances over at Joe and offers a smirk.
"This is my good buddy, little Schechter," Gabe says over the music and the guy rolls his eyes, holds a hand out to shake Joe's.
"Brian Schechter," he says, shaking Joe's hand once and adding, "Nice hair."
If Joe was a tiny bit more self conscious he'd probably blush. As it is, he just grins and shakes Brian's hand and replies, "Joe Trohman." His eyes flicker down to the little hoop glinting in Brian's lip and Joe comments as off-handed as possible, "Nice lip-ring."
And, normally, Joe wouldn't just walk up and hit on a dude. In fact, normally, Joe wouldn't hit on a dude at all - unless it's Patrick, that clerk from Barnes & Noble, because, seriously, that shit will never ever not be hilarious, especially with the colors Patrick turns. Anyway, Joe's not much in the habit of starting conversations by flirting with people he doesn't know, but by the slight mischievous twist to Brian's mouth and the way his eyes narrow almost imperceptibly - not that Joe is looking, or anything - Joe's going to guess that Brian takes it that way.
He smiles and excuses himself to go say hello to Lindy, one of the girls from down the street that his mom keeps trying to talk him into dating even though they don't have anything common.
*
He doesn't run across Brian again for nearly forty-five minutes - and no, Joe has not been glancing around periodically to see if he can figure out where Brian's gone to. He's pouring himself a cup of punch, because it's hot as fuck in this room now, with all the preteen, and newly teenage kids flailing about on the dance floor, when somebody sidles up next to him, just close enough for their shoulders to brush.
"Joe," Brian smirks, reaching for one of the party cups.
"Brian," Joe greets with a nod. He scoots over a little bit, leaning against one of the portions of the long table that isn't jam-packed with food while Brian fills his glass. Brian wanders over a few seconds later, though, and stands the same way he had been before, so that they're just barely touching at their shoulders and hips.
"Having a good time?" Brian asks. Joe snorts a little and sips his punch.
"Yeah, it's quite the party," he replies, and hopes he doesn't say it too dryly. Brian snickers beside him and nods.
"It's something, all right." They're both quiet for a few minutes, and then Brian cants his head toward Joe. "So, what's a guy like you doing hanging out with a creature from the black lagoon like Saporta?"
Brian jerks his thumb over to where Gabe has one arm around Lindy's shoulder. She's leaning in, all blonde curls and summer dress, and Joe smirks.
"We met a few years back, at an after-school study group." It's not a long, or particularly interesting, story but Joe tells it anyway. How he'd been sitting there, idly skipping through passages of the Torah, when Gabe had flopped down next to him and murmured, voice low, "I like your hair, it looks just as bored as I feel. In two minutes, ask to go to the bathroom. Wait for me there and we'll sneak out the back door."
Brian laughs and shakes his head and says, "Fucking Gabe," before downing the rest of his punch. He arches an eyebrow at where Gabe is pretty obviously putting the moves on Lindy and adds, "You don't mind him movin' in on your girl?"
Joe snorts. "Lindy? She's not 'my girl,' dude. She's my neighbor from down the street."
"Ah." It's a simple sound of acknowledgment, nothing more or less, and still it sends a little thrill lancing down Joe's spine. "So you two aren't a thing, then."
"Dude, she listens to country and rap," Joe says with a pointed look in Brian's direction. The disgustingly affronted face that Brian makes at that knowledge makes Joe laugh, and he almost spills his punch all over the place. When he regains his composure, Brian is smiling brightly at him.
*
Somewhere between the smile and now, Brian convinced Joe that it would be great idea to go make-out in the hall closet. Granted, he hadn't said it that way, because if he had Joe probably would have thought twice. It's a little different, though, when a guy you keep accidentally picturing naked even though you barely know one another pushes you up against a wall in an empty corridor and says, breath hot against your mouth, "Sorry if I'm reading this wrong," and then slips his tongue in past your lips. Joe groans and reaches up to cup one hand around Brian's neck.
He's never made out with a dude before - not really, anyway, because Spin the Bottle with Pete doesn't count - and oh, shit, why has Joe never tried this? Brian is so fucking good at this, and he bites Joe's lip a little when he pulls back for a second to catch his breath and something warm stirs low in Joe's belly. They're leaning in for another go when a door at the end of the hallway bangs open. Luckily, Brian still has enough higher brain function to open the nearest door and push Joe through. Unluckily, said door leads to a - thankfully mostly empty - storage closet.
Joe can't suppress a few giggles because, seriously, a storage closet? This shit is ridiculous, and Brian's hands tighten a little around his upper arms. Brian growls, "You laughing at my moves, Trohman?" and his voice is closer than Joe expected, makes goosebumps break out all down Joe's arms. Brian kisses Joe again, but it's a little gentler this time.
Joe isn't quite sure what to do with his hands, but when he hesitantly rests them on Brian's hips Brian's breath catches against the pulse in Joe's neck. Joe digs his fingers in a bit and Brian groans. He tugs on Joe's hair, just barely and nowhere near enough to hurt; the insistence in the gesture alights, white-hot, straight down to Joe's half-hard dick. And before he knows it, Brian's kissing him again, furious and desperate and Joe is giving just as good as he's getting.
Brian pushes him backwards a couple of stumbling steps until his back hits the wall, and then, fuck, Brian thrusts his hips forward and even through the denim Joe can feel that Brian's just as hard as he is. Brian still has one hand tangled in Joe's hair, his lips dragging slow, and sweet, with a little hint of teeth, against the line of Joe's jaw.
Joe's dick twitches in his jeans when Brian drops to his knees. He's looking up at Joe with his eyes all wide in the dim light, pupils blown wide with a thin ring of dark navy around them. His mouth is wet and there's a reddened spot just peeking up out of his collar that Joe vaguely remembers putting there.
"Is this okay?" Brian asks, and he sounds fucking wrecked even though they've only been making out and oh God, Joe is totally going to lose his dude virginity in a storage closet at the rec center, he is so fucking hardcore.
"Yeah," he breathes, and runs his fingers lightly through Brian's hair. "Yeah, that's." He swallows. "Great, that'd be great."
Brian smirks and undoes Joe’s fly, pulls Joe’s boxers down and licks tentatively at the head of Joe’s cock. Joe bites his knuckles to keep from moaning too loudly and Brian grins to himself. He wraps his palms around Joe’s hips, holding him flush against the wall, and licks up the underside, takes Joe a little way down his throat, sucking lightly.
Joe has gotten blowjobs before, and this one isn’t even the best one he’s ever had - it’s good, great even, but not the best - but when he looks down and sees the arm that Brian has snaked across his waist to keep him from thrusting, the short, dark hair and broad set of Brian’s shoulders it’s quite possibly the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Joe’s hips stutter a little under Brian’s arms and Brian makes a little humming noise around Joe’s dick and bites his knuckles even harder. His legs are shaking when he says, “Brian, Bri, I’m gonna, fuck - ”
Brian doesn’t pull off, like Joe expects. He just swallows until Joe’s sagging against the wall, finished. Rising back to his feet, Brian grins wolfishly at Joe through the dark and Joe gives him a giddy smile. He pulls Brian forward, chases his own taste into the corners of Brian’s mouth. Somehow, Joe manages to work his hands down the front of Brian’s jeans, licking his palm after he’s undone the button, and wraps his hand around Brian’s cock, dragging gently from the base up to the tip and then back down, twisting his wrist as he goes. Brian thrusts up into his grip, his face nuzzling the juncture where Joe’s neck becomes his shoulder, tiny gasps making warm patterns therein.
Brian doesn’t give Joe much by way of verbal warning, but his hips start to move erratically and he’s clutching Joe’s shoulders like if he doesn’t the world will fall away beneath him and then he comes, all over Joe’s hand, and a little bit on the exposed skin of Joe’s stomach.
Joe brings his hand up and takes an experimental taste, making a face at the bitterness of it. Brian laughs softly and murmurs, “S’ not for everyone,” before pressing a tiny kiss to Joe’s cheek. He steps back and glances down at his jeans. Tucking himself back in while Joe does the same, Brian runs a hand through his hair and says, “We should go get cleaned up.”
Joe nods, and leans over Brian’s shoulder to peer out the door. The mad dash to the bathroom is almost as fun as nearly being caught necking in the hallway. Almost.
*
So anyway, the after party ends up being totally awesome, just like Gabe said, even if Joe misses most of it in favor of making out with Brian in the back seat of Brian’s beat up old Subaru. Apparently Lindy puts out, or so Gabe crows the next morning, but Joe just rolls his eyes at Gabe over the table while Gabe packs away a whole foot long sub and sends a text back to Brian. They’re meeting for movies later. Something bloody and graphic and totally awesome, and if it’s really as shitty as it looks in the previews then it means at least a good hour of prime groping time in the darkest part of the back row.
“You had a good time with Schechter last night,” Gabe states pointedly, glancing at Joe while he devours a bag of chips. Joe shrugs.
“He’s cool. “ And it’s true. Brian is so fucking cool that Joe’s not really sure what he was doing hanging out at the Jewish center anyway. Brian’s nineteen so he could totally be out doing cooler things than watching Mickey Whatsisface read and sing songs.
“I guess, if you like the philanthropic type,” Gabe agrees mildly, his grin turning wicked as he adds, “Although, seems like you kept him awfully busy. Probably won’t get a very good review from the Goldsteins.”
Joe arches an eyebrow. “What?”
“He’s a volunteer at the center, dude. He was supposed to be there last night helping out for the party. Something about needing community service hours for his scholarship,” Gabe says around a mouthful of club sandwich. Joe snorts, because Brian had conveniently not mentioned that he was there doing volunteer work. Probably because it would take away from his badass image. Still, Joe thinks, as he munches on a few Doritos, maybe his volunteer work and the fact that he’s got a scholarship will help ease a little bit of the sting his mom will probably feel when Joe brings Brian over for Thursday night dinner instead of Lindy.
Joe’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he flips it open. It reads: great, pick you up @ 7?
Gabe makes fun of Joe’s smitten grin, but Joe ignores him and responds: perfect.