Original fic part two :p
Title: Back of the House (part II) ( Part I is here)
Author: Me
Disclaimer: None. Cause, well, this is an original fic.
Rating: NC17
Note: So... This part is from Monkut's point of view, and it is mostly The Smut. There will be moar plot after this.
*
Suddenly, despite any voices inside of himself to the contrary, Monkut found himself straddling Joe's lap, fingers running through the silky almost-curls that fell to Joe's shoulders, tongue pressing in to eat up Joe's mouth. They were breathing hard on each other, and their breath wasn't all that was hard. Monkut gasped when Joe's hand cupped his crotch, snorting a little when Joe's other hand clung to Monkut's ass like he'd never felt one up before.
Monkut had resisted Joe all day. Sort of. He'd felt instant distrust when he first set eyes on the guy. Someone with that kind of pretty wasn't trustworthy -- he was tall, muscular, achingly handsome, and had a brain, to boot. The only confusing thing was why the guy was waiting tables and not doing more with himself, and Monkut figured it had to be due to some kind of flaw in his character. Then, Joe had given him the kind of deep look that couldn't be mistaken, one that Monkut felt all the way down to his toes. Now, tongue sliding down tongue, hips pumping into Joe's hand, all of the distrust was pushed somewhere far away in favor of a more pressing urge.
Favor, returned. Monkut's hand snapped open the button to Joe's stupidly well-fitting pants, feeling self-conscious yet again about his cook's clothing. He still stank from cooking all day, with an added layer of the deeply-ingrained cigarette odor of the bar, but from the way Joe was nuzzling into his neck, the guy didn't seem to mind.
"God I love your ass," Joe was mumbling into his skin, and two hands were now massaging it, kneeding, pressing.
"Touch but no fucking," Monkut snorted, biting Joe's ear. "I'm not cleaned up."
Joe chuckled again, sounding smug and amused as if he was weighing Monkut's words and deciding whether or not to heed them, and Monkut hated him for a second for being so goddamned perfect. "I want your shirt off," Joe said. "I've been thinking about your body all shift."
It was really nothing compared to the muscles on Joe but Monkut let him take his shirt off, then sat back, eyes rolling a little as Joe stared.
"Oh fuck," Joe panted, eyes getting hotter, and suddenly there were teeth on Monkut's neck and fingers all over his nipples.
"Ahhh..." Monkut shoved their crotches together, rubbing hard while Joe took him apart pinch by pinch. He loooved nipple play, always had. Joe knew what he was doing, alternating hard little jolts of pain with soft teasing rubs that had him aching for more.
"You like that," Joe said, and Monkut felt his back shoved to the couch. He stared up, watching Joe's tongue and lips rub all over his nipple, and forgave Joe for being cute and Italian and way too self-assured. The hair brushing over his skin felt like heaven, and soon Monkut had his legs wrapped around Joe's torso, grinding up.
"Fuck, you're as pretty as I thought you'd be." Joe's voice was low and caressed all around Monkut's ears. He reached down into the warmth of Joe's pants, tugging his dick free. It felt good in his hand and he shifted his grip around until Joe was shoving into his palm. Joe pulled him out of his pants too, and Monkut's brain went to an urgent wordless place, listening to the sounds of the traffic, the cat meowing from the bedroom, and their mingled grunts as their hands stroked cock in tandem. They weren't doing anything special, but Monkut felt a deep shiver in his body that wouldn't go away. Dirty or not, he wanted to fuck.
Monkut came first under the assault of Joe's tongue and hand, and Joe soon after. Monkut felt him thicken, and then come joined the sauce that splattered all over his cook's pants. "I'll have to wash these," he sighed.
"I have a washing machine," Joe chuckled. "You like being clean, don't you?"
"It's a Thai thing," Monkut agreed, his breath still erratic as he lay with Joe's head pillowed on his chest.
"I loooove your nipples. I wanna play with these while we fuck."
"What makes you think we're going to do that?"
Joe laughed again and Monkut thwapped his butt. "Am I wrong?"
"We both shower. Then you do my laundry while I clean my butt for you, jerk," Monkut growled, and he felt Joe smile against his chest, the tiniest kiss on his nipple.
"It's totally a deal."
*
The shower was long and hot. Joe kept kissing him, hands all over Monkut's butt, as if he couldn't stop. Monkut didn't mind. Joe's body was deathly sexy, lean in the hip and broad in the shoulder, and he was fucking tall. Joe stooped to trap Monkut's back against the cold tile, and water washed warm between their mouths.
Finally he shoved Joe out. "Go wash our clothes," he snorted.
Joe gave him another hungry glance, from Monkut's short-cropped hair down to his toes, and Monkut shook his head. "Go, you!" He was a little shy about this part, and hated people watching, although his lovers had told him it was arousing. Whatever, it was cleaning up his ass. As soon as Joe left he did a thorough job of it with soap and a finger, and found he was anticipating more. Joe had left him a towel on the toilet seat, and he dried off, tying it around his waist as he padded in the direction of the washing machine.
Joe was standing in front of it naked, and the second he saw Monkut he started to get hard too. Monkut couldn't take his eyes away from the thickening length until Joe's smug expression made him turn his gaze elsewhere. "You totally separated the white," Monkut said, vaguely impressed. Come to think of it, the house was pretty clean for a single guy in his 20s.
"Well yeah," Joe chuckled. Monkut felt hands around his hips, and the towel fell as Joe lifted him to sit on the washing machine.
"What?" Joe was staring at his penis.
"You're not cut."
"Oh. Yeah. Not a Thai custom, I guess. I was born in Bangkok." Monkut's face was red.
"It's cool. I didn't notice before." Joe's fingers toyed with the foreskin, pushing it down, then up to cover the top of his growing erection.
"Uhhhn...yeah, it ... feels really nice when you do that." Monkut's fingers did the same, sliding around the cut edge of Joe's erection that was sitting neatly against his stomach. "I wondered how big you were, about ten minutes after we met," he admitted, appreciating the view.
"I saw." Joe gave him a smirk that was so smug that Monkut reached up and twisted his nipples. "Ow - hey," Joe said, and with a shift of his arms, Monkut's knees were up against his chest. "So, you're all clean, right? I'm going to inspect."
The worst thing about rimming was how damned embarrassed Monkut got. He loved the feeling -- who didn't -- but it was his butt. Joe was making noises as if he loved this, though, and Monkut squirmed against the tongue on his anus, biting his knee to keep from making embarrassing grunts.
"You seriously have the nicest ass I've ever seen," Joe murmured from below his balls, and Monkut heard the pop of the lube bottle opening. Then Joe rose and Monkut wrinkled his nose as he got kissed. At least he was clean...two fingers eased into his butt, and Monkut began breathing hard, tugging Joe's hair as he stared into eyes that had a deep besottedness in their depths. Joe leaned down and bit Monkut's nipple, his free hand toying with foreskin again, making Monkut pant out swear words at the sting and pleasure...
"I think you're ready."
"I know you're ready," Monkut snerked. He curled up his torso and helped roll the condom down over Joe's dick. He licked his lips, staring at it, and then caught Joe's eyes. Nothing smug in them this time, just heat and a small bit of softness. Monkut leaned up and kissed him, keeping his knees up, scooting down far enough that Joe could get to his ass.
Then, with his back against the washer and his hips dangling, Joe's cock pressed slowly into him. Monkut started to sweat, feeling the sting and slide as his muscles closed around Joe. Then he panted out a "Yes, go, move," and they moved. Joe's expression melted to bliss, jaw setting in a way that made Monkut snicker even as he got fucked. Ahh, Joe needed control already eh? Score one for the Thai boy.
Joe's dick was almost too much, but he took it all in, over and over, hand down between them to grip his own cock and jerk off while the deep ache inside of himself got filled by that long, perfect cock. Joe held him up by the rear and slammed in him, gaze meeting gaze... It was so weirdly personal that Monkut blushed. It was as if he could see every sensation that crossed Joe's mind... Then they shifted angles and Monkut cried out, thoughts blotting out, nerves aching at the firey sensation from his prostate. He yelled something wordless when he came, feeling the wet splash across his nice clean stomach. Then he watched as Joe's neck arched, tendons standing out while Joe shot inside of him.
Shining with sweat, Joe looked like some kind of deity. Then, his eyes opened with that same soft expression, even after he'd come.
"Back hurts," Monkut chuckled. "Can we move to the bed, or is that just for the cat?"
"Oh. I got impatient," Joe chuckled and slid out of him, removing the condom and tossing it away. Then he reached for Monkut, stopping at the glare.
"Do not dare bridal carry me. I am a man, despite being short, and I will kick your ass."
"Yes, sir." They headed to Joe's bedroom, and Monkut settled against the sheets. Joe climbed up over him, then lay himself down over him, leaning in for a kiss. Monkut usually wasn't big on kissing after getting rimmed, but at least he'd showered, and Joe had given him a great time, so...
They made out for a long time, hands all over each other, cocks hardening up enough for a last lazy handjob. Then Monkut fell asleep, not even bothering to wipe up the come on his belly.
*
He awoke to a shrill but familiar ringing from the livingroom. Sitting up, he felt completely disoriented for a moment, blinking at the strange weight holding his legs down. What? His phone. Where? ...Ohshit, he'd slept the night with Joe, and there was a cat on his feet.
Gently disentangling himself, Monkut limped out to the livingroom and fished his phone out of his pants pocket, sighing to see the number.
"...Um...hey mom."
Joe stepped to the bedroom door, peeking out of it, wincing to hear the greeting. They were both butt-naked, and Joe had hickeys all over his neck and shoulders. Oops. Monkut held the phone at a distance from his ear, making small noises of agreement at the string of loud Thai invectives.
"Yeah. Sorry, I spent the night with someone. Yeah, he's a nice guy."
Joe was blushing, staring at him while Monkut spoke. Then he turned, heading to the kitchen. From the noises, Joe was making coffee. Monkut approved.
"Yeah. I just forgot to call. I'm fine, I'll be home after shift tonight." Monkut hung up and followed Joe into the kitchen, watching the muscles of Joe's ass flex as he made the coffee. "That was mom. I live with them, so she was checking on me."
It wasn't coffee, it was espresso, and Joe was making him a perfect pour. Monkut's heart beat a little faster for a moment, and Joe gave him a tiny grin as he handed Monkut the cup.
"Mmmm. Good quality beans."
"Yeah. Dad gets them imported." Joe looked like there was more to say about that but he stopped. "I guess I was just shocked that you were so open about spending the night with a guy."
"Oh." Monkut shrugged. "As long as I don't make out in front of them it's fine. My uncle was a gatuy too, so they kinda expected it to run in the family."
"Gatuy? Gay?"
Monkut was too deep into his coffee to answer for a moment. The tall pour of espresso sank into his veins like a benison. The only thing it lacked was sweet condensed milk to make it a perfect Vietnamese coffee. "Want me to make you breakfast?"
Joe blinked. "Oh...right...you're a cook." He backed out of his reasonably tidy kitched, giving Monkut a half-bow. "Be my guest."
"It's the least I can do for this espresso." Monkut sipped again, and then set about investigating. Joe had a pretty good kitchen. Monkut was impressed by the array of spices, and noted that he had a decent stock of fresh ingredients in the fridge. "Fritata, omelet, fried eggs?"
"Omelet, please. I've got mushrooms down there somewhere, and some good cheese."
"So I see." Monkut stood, eyeing him with a fair bit of respect. "You cook too." There was a tupperware of pasta sauce in the fridge.
"Well yeah. Ma wouldn't have turned me out of the house useless."
Damn. Monkut stared at Joe for a moment as he stood there, naked in the doorway of his kitchen with a gorgeous dick falling down one leg. All that and the boy wasn't useless in the kitchen. Monkut smiled. He turned to get the eggs and felt a hand on his butt.
"You'd better put pants on before you cook for me," Joe said, voice going deep and smooth again. "Or you're gonna burn things."
(To be continued!)
Author: Me
Disclaimer: None. Cause, well, this is an original fic.
Rating: NC17
Note: So... This part is from Monkut's point of view, and it is mostly The Smut. There will be moar plot after this.
*
Suddenly, despite any voices inside of himself to the contrary, Monkut found himself straddling Joe's lap, fingers running through the silky almost-curls that fell to Joe's shoulders, tongue pressing in to eat up Joe's mouth. They were breathing hard on each other, and their breath wasn't all that was hard. Monkut gasped when Joe's hand cupped his crotch, snorting a little when Joe's other hand clung to Monkut's ass like he'd never felt one up before.
Monkut had resisted Joe all day. Sort of. He'd felt instant distrust when he first set eyes on the guy. Someone with that kind of pretty wasn't trustworthy -- he was tall, muscular, achingly handsome, and had a brain, to boot. The only confusing thing was why the guy was waiting tables and not doing more with himself, and Monkut figured it had to be due to some kind of flaw in his character. Then, Joe had given him the kind of deep look that couldn't be mistaken, one that Monkut felt all the way down to his toes. Now, tongue sliding down tongue, hips pumping into Joe's hand, all of the distrust was pushed somewhere far away in favor of a more pressing urge.
Favor, returned. Monkut's hand snapped open the button to Joe's stupidly well-fitting pants, feeling self-conscious yet again about his cook's clothing. He still stank from cooking all day, with an added layer of the deeply-ingrained cigarette odor of the bar, but from the way Joe was nuzzling into his neck, the guy didn't seem to mind.
"God I love your ass," Joe was mumbling into his skin, and two hands were now massaging it, kneeding, pressing.
"Touch but no fucking," Monkut snorted, biting Joe's ear. "I'm not cleaned up."
Joe chuckled again, sounding smug and amused as if he was weighing Monkut's words and deciding whether or not to heed them, and Monkut hated him for a second for being so goddamned perfect. "I want your shirt off," Joe said. "I've been thinking about your body all shift."
It was really nothing compared to the muscles on Joe but Monkut let him take his shirt off, then sat back, eyes rolling a little as Joe stared.
"Oh fuck," Joe panted, eyes getting hotter, and suddenly there were teeth on Monkut's neck and fingers all over his nipples.
"Ahhh..." Monkut shoved their crotches together, rubbing hard while Joe took him apart pinch by pinch. He loooved nipple play, always had. Joe knew what he was doing, alternating hard little jolts of pain with soft teasing rubs that had him aching for more.
"You like that," Joe said, and Monkut felt his back shoved to the couch. He stared up, watching Joe's tongue and lips rub all over his nipple, and forgave Joe for being cute and Italian and way too self-assured. The hair brushing over his skin felt like heaven, and soon Monkut had his legs wrapped around Joe's torso, grinding up.
"Fuck, you're as pretty as I thought you'd be." Joe's voice was low and caressed all around Monkut's ears. He reached down into the warmth of Joe's pants, tugging his dick free. It felt good in his hand and he shifted his grip around until Joe was shoving into his palm. Joe pulled him out of his pants too, and Monkut's brain went to an urgent wordless place, listening to the sounds of the traffic, the cat meowing from the bedroom, and their mingled grunts as their hands stroked cock in tandem. They weren't doing anything special, but Monkut felt a deep shiver in his body that wouldn't go away. Dirty or not, he wanted to fuck.
Monkut came first under the assault of Joe's tongue and hand, and Joe soon after. Monkut felt him thicken, and then come joined the sauce that splattered all over his cook's pants. "I'll have to wash these," he sighed.
"I have a washing machine," Joe chuckled. "You like being clean, don't you?"
"It's a Thai thing," Monkut agreed, his breath still erratic as he lay with Joe's head pillowed on his chest.
"I loooove your nipples. I wanna play with these while we fuck."
"What makes you think we're going to do that?"
Joe laughed again and Monkut thwapped his butt. "Am I wrong?"
"We both shower. Then you do my laundry while I clean my butt for you, jerk," Monkut growled, and he felt Joe smile against his chest, the tiniest kiss on his nipple.
"It's totally a deal."
*
The shower was long and hot. Joe kept kissing him, hands all over Monkut's butt, as if he couldn't stop. Monkut didn't mind. Joe's body was deathly sexy, lean in the hip and broad in the shoulder, and he was fucking tall. Joe stooped to trap Monkut's back against the cold tile, and water washed warm between their mouths.
Finally he shoved Joe out. "Go wash our clothes," he snorted.
Joe gave him another hungry glance, from Monkut's short-cropped hair down to his toes, and Monkut shook his head. "Go, you!" He was a little shy about this part, and hated people watching, although his lovers had told him it was arousing. Whatever, it was cleaning up his ass. As soon as Joe left he did a thorough job of it with soap and a finger, and found he was anticipating more. Joe had left him a towel on the toilet seat, and he dried off, tying it around his waist as he padded in the direction of the washing machine.
Joe was standing in front of it naked, and the second he saw Monkut he started to get hard too. Monkut couldn't take his eyes away from the thickening length until Joe's smug expression made him turn his gaze elsewhere. "You totally separated the white," Monkut said, vaguely impressed. Come to think of it, the house was pretty clean for a single guy in his 20s.
"Well yeah," Joe chuckled. Monkut felt hands around his hips, and the towel fell as Joe lifted him to sit on the washing machine.
"What?" Joe was staring at his penis.
"You're not cut."
"Oh. Yeah. Not a Thai custom, I guess. I was born in Bangkok." Monkut's face was red.
"It's cool. I didn't notice before." Joe's fingers toyed with the foreskin, pushing it down, then up to cover the top of his growing erection.
"Uhhhn...yeah, it ... feels really nice when you do that." Monkut's fingers did the same, sliding around the cut edge of Joe's erection that was sitting neatly against his stomach. "I wondered how big you were, about ten minutes after we met," he admitted, appreciating the view.
"I saw." Joe gave him a smirk that was so smug that Monkut reached up and twisted his nipples. "Ow - hey," Joe said, and with a shift of his arms, Monkut's knees were up against his chest. "So, you're all clean, right? I'm going to inspect."
The worst thing about rimming was how damned embarrassed Monkut got. He loved the feeling -- who didn't -- but it was his butt. Joe was making noises as if he loved this, though, and Monkut squirmed against the tongue on his anus, biting his knee to keep from making embarrassing grunts.
"You seriously have the nicest ass I've ever seen," Joe murmured from below his balls, and Monkut heard the pop of the lube bottle opening. Then Joe rose and Monkut wrinkled his nose as he got kissed. At least he was clean...two fingers eased into his butt, and Monkut began breathing hard, tugging Joe's hair as he stared into eyes that had a deep besottedness in their depths. Joe leaned down and bit Monkut's nipple, his free hand toying with foreskin again, making Monkut pant out swear words at the sting and pleasure...
"I think you're ready."
"I know you're ready," Monkut snerked. He curled up his torso and helped roll the condom down over Joe's dick. He licked his lips, staring at it, and then caught Joe's eyes. Nothing smug in them this time, just heat and a small bit of softness. Monkut leaned up and kissed him, keeping his knees up, scooting down far enough that Joe could get to his ass.
Then, with his back against the washer and his hips dangling, Joe's cock pressed slowly into him. Monkut started to sweat, feeling the sting and slide as his muscles closed around Joe. Then he panted out a "Yes, go, move," and they moved. Joe's expression melted to bliss, jaw setting in a way that made Monkut snicker even as he got fucked. Ahh, Joe needed control already eh? Score one for the Thai boy.
Joe's dick was almost too much, but he took it all in, over and over, hand down between them to grip his own cock and jerk off while the deep ache inside of himself got filled by that long, perfect cock. Joe held him up by the rear and slammed in him, gaze meeting gaze... It was so weirdly personal that Monkut blushed. It was as if he could see every sensation that crossed Joe's mind... Then they shifted angles and Monkut cried out, thoughts blotting out, nerves aching at the firey sensation from his prostate. He yelled something wordless when he came, feeling the wet splash across his nice clean stomach. Then he watched as Joe's neck arched, tendons standing out while Joe shot inside of him.
Shining with sweat, Joe looked like some kind of deity. Then, his eyes opened with that same soft expression, even after he'd come.
"Back hurts," Monkut chuckled. "Can we move to the bed, or is that just for the cat?"
"Oh. I got impatient," Joe chuckled and slid out of him, removing the condom and tossing it away. Then he reached for Monkut, stopping at the glare.
"Do not dare bridal carry me. I am a man, despite being short, and I will kick your ass."
"Yes, sir." They headed to Joe's bedroom, and Monkut settled against the sheets. Joe climbed up over him, then lay himself down over him, leaning in for a kiss. Monkut usually wasn't big on kissing after getting rimmed, but at least he'd showered, and Joe had given him a great time, so...
They made out for a long time, hands all over each other, cocks hardening up enough for a last lazy handjob. Then Monkut fell asleep, not even bothering to wipe up the come on his belly.
*
He awoke to a shrill but familiar ringing from the livingroom. Sitting up, he felt completely disoriented for a moment, blinking at the strange weight holding his legs down. What? His phone. Where? ...Ohshit, he'd slept the night with Joe, and there was a cat on his feet.
Gently disentangling himself, Monkut limped out to the livingroom and fished his phone out of his pants pocket, sighing to see the number.
"...Um...hey mom."
Joe stepped to the bedroom door, peeking out of it, wincing to hear the greeting. They were both butt-naked, and Joe had hickeys all over his neck and shoulders. Oops. Monkut held the phone at a distance from his ear, making small noises of agreement at the string of loud Thai invectives.
"Yeah. Sorry, I spent the night with someone. Yeah, he's a nice guy."
Joe was blushing, staring at him while Monkut spoke. Then he turned, heading to the kitchen. From the noises, Joe was making coffee. Monkut approved.
"Yeah. I just forgot to call. I'm fine, I'll be home after shift tonight." Monkut hung up and followed Joe into the kitchen, watching the muscles of Joe's ass flex as he made the coffee. "That was mom. I live with them, so she was checking on me."
It wasn't coffee, it was espresso, and Joe was making him a perfect pour. Monkut's heart beat a little faster for a moment, and Joe gave him a tiny grin as he handed Monkut the cup.
"Mmmm. Good quality beans."
"Yeah. Dad gets them imported." Joe looked like there was more to say about that but he stopped. "I guess I was just shocked that you were so open about spending the night with a guy."
"Oh." Monkut shrugged. "As long as I don't make out in front of them it's fine. My uncle was a gatuy too, so they kinda expected it to run in the family."
"Gatuy? Gay?"
Monkut was too deep into his coffee to answer for a moment. The tall pour of espresso sank into his veins like a benison. The only thing it lacked was sweet condensed milk to make it a perfect Vietnamese coffee. "Want me to make you breakfast?"
Joe blinked. "Oh...right...you're a cook." He backed out of his reasonably tidy kitched, giving Monkut a half-bow. "Be my guest."
"It's the least I can do for this espresso." Monkut sipped again, and then set about investigating. Joe had a pretty good kitchen. Monkut was impressed by the array of spices, and noted that he had a decent stock of fresh ingredients in the fridge. "Fritata, omelet, fried eggs?"
"Omelet, please. I've got mushrooms down there somewhere, and some good cheese."
"So I see." Monkut stood, eyeing him with a fair bit of respect. "You cook too." There was a tupperware of pasta sauce in the fridge.
"Well yeah. Ma wouldn't have turned me out of the house useless."
Damn. Monkut stared at Joe for a moment as he stood there, naked in the doorway of his kitchen with a gorgeous dick falling down one leg. All that and the boy wasn't useless in the kitchen. Monkut smiled. He turned to get the eggs and felt a hand on his butt.
"You'd better put pants on before you cook for me," Joe said, voice going deep and smooth again. "Or you're gonna burn things."
(To be continued!)