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Title: Nightmares Win
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
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Big thanks to the reviewers, still. =]
Nightmares Win
Chapter 04
Matt glanced at his watch as he entered his bedroom. He was already late for meeting up with Johnny, but he definitely had to take a dose before he went, he couldn't have anything unintentional happening because he couldn't control his instincts. He went into his small bathroom, and threw open the medicine cabinet, reaching inside for a vial. The empty syringe he used most of the time was on the sink, sitting behind the faucet, and he hastily grabbed it and filled it with monkshood. Holding his arm out, he flicked at the crook of his elbow, but didn't even wait for a vein to show, before he pushed the needle into his skin. He drained the syringe, and dropped it into the sink, before grabbing the edges of it, and staring down at it. He took deep, even breaths as he felt the wolfsbane enter his system, pulsing through his bloodstream.
He gave a flinch, his jaw muscles clenching, and his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on the sink. But after a moment, he was fine. He looked up, giving a sigh, and studied his reflection briefly. The hazel eyes staring back at him seemed empty and void of anything, he made a face at himself, before heading for the door.
It was only 7:15 in the evening, but the club was full of people already, and he had to do his share of greetings as he appeared from behind the counter. He walked around it, and started for the door, when he caught sight of Dan Jacobs talking to Zack, the both of them leaning casually against the bar, and giving each other those lust-filled looks. One side of Dan's neck looked like it had been completely torn off, and there were still healing gashes on his arms. It was far worse than what Matt'd done to Zack, and it didn't take a genius to assume that Dan and Alex could've been in form when they messed around -- that wasn't impossible.
Struck with the sudden memory of the first time he'd done it while transformed, Matt's eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed, as he continued to the door. He hated when he remembered stuff like that; all the werewolf myths made it seem like a person blacked out when they transformed, that was most clearly not the case.
Once outside, he walked quickly, almost jogging, in the direction of the club he'd told Johnny to meet him at. It was a normal, human club, and he thought that the kid would feel safer there -- Matt'd already made sure he'd had a fake I.D. to get in. As he walked, Matt tried to think of things he'd say to the boy, and he played a few scenarios in his head. He grinned to himself as all of them ended up with a worn-out Johnny laying beside him, panting, and bleeding -- but thoroughly pleasured.
Johnny left the club, trying not to make eye contact with a weird lady who'd been eyeing him up all night. She was too old for him anyway. He leaned against the brick wall outside, and crossed his arms, looking around for Matt. He didn't think the older man would stand him up, but then again, it was 7:25 already, and Matt was supposed to have been there at seven.
"What, may I ask, are you doing here, young man?"
Johnny turned to see Brandan, and he felt himself smile. The other man was with one of his closest friends, a fellow hunter named Ryan Wombacher, and he was grinning at Johnny.
"Waiting for someone." Johnny answered, coolly, remembering not to give away who it was.
"Ohh," Brandan said, "A hot date?"
"You could say that." Johnny replied.
Brandan nodded, stopping in front of Johnny and telling Ryan to go ahead of him. Ryan nodded at Johnny, giving him a nice smirk, before heading inside.
"Wish I could say the same for myself," he said. "But sadly we're just meeting up with Marta to talk."
Marta was a hunter as well, a really good one supposedly, too.
"Anything new up?" Johnny asked.
Brandan nodded, looking around. "Turns out, an Aconite herself was impersonating a hunter, hanging around with us and shit." he said. "And now, she's completely disappeared off the face of the earth or something."
The way he spoke let go that he was angry, and Johnny made a mental note to never make Brandan mad. He raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" he found was the only word that he could speak.
Brandan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "But now we don't even know where to look for her."
I do, Johnny swallowed. "I'm sure you'll find her." he said lamely.
Brandan nodded, and he glanced at the door of the club. He put a hand on Johnny's shoulder, leaning in slightly.
"Listen up, doll." he said. "I want to start training you soon, I don't care about your birthday." He glanced around again. "I'll just start to teach you the basics; then when you turn eighteen, you can go into official training. They'll see how good you are, and advance you up, until you get your license before any of the other trainees."
"You have this all worked out?" Johnny asked slowly.
Brandan nodded, and gave Johnny a grin. "That is, if you still want to be a hunter."
"I do," Johnny said quickly. "Just don't want you getting in trouble or anything."
He rolled his eyes and swatted at the air. "It's not like you're only fifteen or something." he said, and Johnny nodded. "But I have to go; call me sometime so we can start."
Johnny nodded again, and Brandan disappeared into the club, following after Ryan. Johnny gave a sigh, and glanced down at his watch. He looked up again, and caught sight of Matt crossing the street and heading towards him. He felt a tug at his gut at the fact that Matt had come, and he wasn't standing him up. He straightened, and tried to play it casual.
"Sorry I'm late." the older man said, stopping in front of him. "Had to...do something."
Johnny nodded slowly. "It's alright," he said. "I just thought you'd be a no-show, or something."
One of Matt's strong hands was on his chin, and he felt that tug at his gut again. He raised his gaze to meet Matt's, and he felt a small blush start to creep to his face as Matt's intense eyes searched his expression. There was an almost hunger to it, and as much as Johnny told himself to fear that look, he couldn't help but desire what the actions of that look would give him.
"Not for you." Matt said, "I've been wanting to get together since I bumped into you."
Johnny didn't answer, he didn't know what to say. He was still lost in Matt's light eyes. The older man smirked, finally letting go of Johnny's chin, and he gestured to the door. Johnny quickly remembered that Brandan had went in, not too long ago, and he shook his head.
"No," he said; then he added softly. "You don't want to go in there."
Matt studied him again, but as if he could read the boy's mind, he nodded. "Okay," he said, "Where would you like to go, then?"
Johnny thought for a long while before he answered. "Your place." he said. "I want to see how you live."
Matt was at a loss for words for a moment, and he started to shake his head, but then stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Johnny paused, biting the inside of his cheek -- a bad habit. "Yeah." he said, and he gave a short nod. "Yeah."
The next thing Matt knew, he was leading the way back to his bar. He kept glancing over his shoulder to see if Johnny was following him, and finally, he just slid an arm around the kid's shoulders.
"You might see stuff you don't like," he said. "Don't show your surprise -- pretend you've seen it all."
Johnny nodded, trying to imagine the worst thing he could see. Matt looked back in front of him, and they reached the club. As they entered, they immediately received looks, and Matt pretended to not notice. Johnny looked around as casually as he could, and he felt himself shrink against Matt's side, almost like a child on the first day of school.
They were passing the bar, and he saw Zack, who was watching him. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Zack finally offered a smirk. Johnny was unsure if he should return it, because it didn't look like a polite smirk, but he did anyway. Then he caught sight of the guy next to Zack.
Matt watched Johnny's eyes take in Dan's scars, and he lightly pulled the kid closer to him, snapping him from his daze, and reminding him to pretend that he'd seen it all. He quickly led Johnny behind the bar, and through the doorway. Then he pushed the boy forward to go up the stairs, as he shut the door.
"Second door on your right." Matt said.
Johnny obliged, turning and opening the door. He threw a look at Matt before he entered, and the older man was quick to follow, unable to believe his luck, what with getting Johnny to come back with him so easily. Johnny looked around the bedroom, taking in his surroundings before he walked slowly to the bed, and sat down, practically making himself at home.
"What's this?" he asked, grabbing the empty vial from the bureau, and glancing up at Matt.
Matt didn't answer for a moment, and he neared the bed slowly. He reached down, and Johnny obediently handed him the bottle. The older man looked at it for a moment, taking note of the small amount that was still left in the bottle -- he quickly contemplated saving it or throwing it away.
"Medicine." he said. "It keeps us..." he lowered his gaze away from Johnny's. "..tame."
Johnny's eyes lowered, and he tried to think of something to change the subject, as Matt set the vial back on the bureau.
"Why haven't the hunters raided this place yet?" was the only thing he could come up with.
Matt gave a sigh, and sat down next to him on the bed, making sure their legs were touching with their closeness.
"Well," he said. "They're smart enough to know that they'd be outnumbered -- hunters generally hate to work with each other."
Johnny nodded -- now that he thought about it, Brandan only hung out with Ryan; they never tried to actually 'hunt' together.
"How old are you?" Matt asked randomly, the tone of wanting the subject to be changed to something completely different.
"Seventeen." Johnny answered; he was half curious as to how old Matt was, but he didn't want to ask, because it seemed like Matt hated talking about himself.
An awkward silence fell over them, and Matt suddenly placed a hand on Johnny's thigh. The kid tensed, and his breathing hitched, as he tried to ignore the butterflies that had erupted into his gut.
"When I said I liked you," Matt said quietly, "I meant I really liked you."
Johnny didn't know how to respond, so he didn't, just staring blankly at his legs as he felt his face flush slowly -- he'd never really had someone telling them they 'really liked' him. Matt reached over and grabbed the kid's chin; his grip wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough to the point that it scared Johnny. Holding him in place, Matt leaned in and kissed him forcefully. Johnny's lips parted uncertainly, and as Matt's tongue slid between them, he tried to relax. He didn't know what it was, but something drew him to Matt -- an animal attraction one could call it.
The older man let go of Johnny's chin, moving it behind the kid's head, as he intensified the kiss, kneading his tongue into Johnny's. The boy finally started to react, pushing his tongue against Matt's inexpertly. The larger man suddenly broke the kiss; his breathing had become husky, and the hungry look was back in his eyes as he pushed Johnny back to lay down. They both stared at each other as Matt crawled over him, leaning down slowly to kiss him again.
Their tongues worked rhythmically together, being that Johnny had learned to relax a little. Breaking the kiss again, Matt moved his mouth to Johnny's neck. His tongue trailed over the soft skin, and he fought the urge to sink his teeth in. Johnny's body had tensed up again, and his chest rose and fell quickly with each deep breath he took, but he didn't protest. Matt stopped what he was doing to sit up. He pulled his shirt off, and grabbed the boy's -- Johnny was so caught up in the moment to care that things were happening fast. He held his arms up as Matt helped him out of his shirt, and as the older man's lips attacked his now bare collarbone, he ran his fingers through Matt's hair.
The older man glanced at Johnny's expression, before he moved further down. He trailed his tongue over the skin of Johnny's chest, just enjoying the faint taste -- it was different than Zack's or Jimmy's; it wasn't lycan. Johnny watched, unable to help himself, as Matt's lips and tongue moved against his stomach. The older man's teeth grazed his flesh more than enough times, but something in his subconscious told him that Matt wasn't going to hurt him -- intentionally.
Pushing his animal urges to the back of his mind, Matt slipped two of his fingers underneath the waistband of Johnny's jeans, kissing at the boy's soft skin just above the clothing. As he breathed through his nose, still moving his tongue against Johnny's skin, the boy's scent grew stronger to Matt's senses; a smell of lust that like the taste, was different from a lycan's. He hoped Johnny hadn't noticed the way Matt was practically sniffing him, it wasn't like he could help himself.
Johnny wouldn't lie -- he wanted Matt badly. He knew that Matt's cock had hardened, because he'd seen it pushing against the older man's jeans, but that didn't stop his embarrassment at his own erection. He continued to take deep breaths, moving his hands over the bed sheets, trying to get rid of the awkward feeling he had. Matt threw another look up at him, and their eyes met. Johnny took a deep breath, unable to hold the staring contest, and he dropped his head back. In the next second, he felt the button of his jeans come loose, followed by the zipper quickly sliding down.
Matt pulled the boy's pants down, excitement growing at the fact that Johnny wore nothing underneath. In no time, he'd completely undressed the kid, including his shoes, and he moved back up his body, one of his hands finding their way to Johnny's crotch. He pressed his lips roughly against the kid's, as he forcefully rubbed his hand against Johnny's impressive cock, and he felt his own twitch at the small, throaty noise the kid gave.
Biting lightly at Johnny's jaw bone, he used his other hand, and grabbed one of Johnny's wrists, pulling it towards his own groin. Johnny wasn't stupid, and he pushed his hand into Matt's crotch, rubbing the older man through his jeans in the way that was being done to him (with the exception of the jeans). Their lips met again, and the two of them kept at this for another few moments.
Matt stopped suddenly, and sat back again, reaching down to undo his own pants. Then he quickly kicked them off, before moving more onto the bed, and pulling Johnny with him. The kid's eyes moved over the older man's dick, and he had to say he was worried about the size, but he wasn't given much time to think about it, as Matt leaned down and started kissing him again.
He moved in between Johnny's legs, spreading them around himself, and he moved his lips to the kid's earlobe where he teased Johnny and battled with himself. It was hard having sex with a human after he'd been fucking other lycanthropes for so long. Werewolves weren't completely immune to pain, but they were able to handle it better than humans, especially a teenager. He felt bad, but he'd never wanted anything so much in his life -- at least anything he could remember at the moment.
He leaned up, and watched Johnny's expression, before he spit into his hand. The lust was evident on Johnny's face, as well as the nervousness, and he tried to soothe the kid without speaking, using his eyes. But like earlier, Johnny felt awkward in the staring contest, and he looked away, letting his head fall to the side as he waited patiently. As Matt covered his cock in his saliva, he watched the chest movements of the boy; he could practically hear Johnny's heart pounding.
He quickly stopped what he was doing, realizing he was basically just getting himself off as he watched Johnny, and he grabbed the kid's hips, holding him there as he moved to line himself up. He leaned down, and opened his mouth to tell him that it would hurt, but Johnny's lips suddenly caught his as he made a bold move and grabbed Matt's hips, pulling the older man's cock into him.
As the head entered Johnny's small hole, the kid's breathing stopped completely for a second, as his teeth closed around Matt's lip ring. The older man let out a groan, both at the tightness and the small cut that appeared in his lip from Johnny's teeth.
Johnny could feel the involuntary tears welling up in his eyes, but he ignored them as he tried to ignore the immense pain as well -- it felt like he was going to be split up the middle, or just lose his whole bottom half completely. Matt pulled his mouth away from Johnny's, and he pressed his lips against Johnny's neck, kissing him, and saying soft things to try and relieve the pain. Johnny moved his hands up Matt's back, biting his own lip, and he decided that the only way to get the pain over with was to get through it. He brushed his lips against Matt's shoulder, and he told the older man that he could keep going.
The small voice that encouraged Matt sent a shiver through his body. Here this kid was, experiencing probably one of the most painful things ever, and he was asking for more. Matt kissed Johnny's neck again, and as much as he thought it was wrong to keep going so quickly, he vowed to find Johnny's spot quickly to end the pain as soon as he could.
He pushed his cock in the rest of the way, and Johnny's back arched off the mattress in a pain spasm. Matt ignored it, sucking on a patch of skin underneath the kid's earlobe, and he started to pull out. Johnny had started bleeding immediately, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, because it aided in helping Matt's second thrust be smoother. He tried to angle himself just right, and he almost grinned triumphantly as Johnny's fingernails dug into his shoulderblades, and he gave a surprised gasp -- Matt'd found the kid's prostate.
The pain didn't completely disappear of course, especially as Matt's cock started to leave him again. But as the older man thrust into him again, another wave of pleasure swept over his body. He felt himself say Matt's name breathlessly, and his hands slid down the large, toned back to come to a rest at Matt's hips. The older man lifted his head, and the two kissed again. They both knew this wasn't going to last long, but neither cared.
As Matt angled into Johnny's spot yet again, he reached down to quickly wrap his fingers around the kid's cock, which had gone soft from the initial pain, but had started to harden again when Matt'd found what he'd been looking for. Johnny let out a noise as Matt's hand started to move over his dick, and after a few more pain-started thrusts turned pleasurable, Johnny found his hips moving up off the mattress to meet the older man's.
Matt groaned deep in his throat, and his head reared back as his hips rolled forwards, his movements gathering speed. He concentrated on keeping his thrusting as gentle as he could, making his hand movements less swift, but it was what he had to do, because he didn't want to lose control.
Johnny moaned again, and he felt a warm sensation starting to build in the pit of his gut. He pulled at Matt's hips, his own now too tired to raise off the mattress and meet Matt's thrusts halfway, and the older man didn't seem to mind though, and he bit at Johnny's bottom lip softly. Though Matt's hand movements were jerky, the older man was sure to hit Johnny's prostate with each thrust, and that was enough for the kid.
Matt's own orgasm was quickly uncoiling in his stomach, and he let out another throaty groan, followed by deep, haggard breaths as his thrusts quickened. Johnny gave a mewl, but not a pained one, so Matt didn't stop. The kid moaned once more, and Matt concurred with a noise of his own, his grip tightening around Johnny's dick.
The extra pressure on his cock was the breaking point, and Johnny gave a whimper as his hips spasmed upwards, and he came, mostly onto his own stomach. As Johnny was finishing cumming, his muscles clenched around Matt's cock, and the older man gave a primal growl, feeling his climax hit him harshly.
He said Johnny's name loudly, his hips jerking forward a few times as he came into the kid. He rode out his orgasm slowly, pulling the kid's hips towards him as he rolled his forward, and after what felt like forever, he'd caught his breath. He pulled his soft cock from Johnny, but laid down on top of him, resting his head on Johnny's chest, just under the kid's chin.
Johnny stared at the ceiling as his own breathing started to return to normal. The pain had returned to his ass, but he was too tired and worn out to even care. But more so, he was surprised that he'd just allowed himself to be seduced by a werewolf.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Multiple - But mostly Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It's the year 2066, and werewolves run amok in New York City.
Disclaimer: Not real dur. A Static Lullaby sing the song: "Nightmares Win 6-0".
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Big thanks to the reviewers, still. =]
Nightmares Win
Chapter 04
Matt glanced at his watch as he entered his bedroom. He was already late for meeting up with Johnny, but he definitely had to take a dose before he went, he couldn't have anything unintentional happening because he couldn't control his instincts. He went into his small bathroom, and threw open the medicine cabinet, reaching inside for a vial. The empty syringe he used most of the time was on the sink, sitting behind the faucet, and he hastily grabbed it and filled it with monkshood. Holding his arm out, he flicked at the crook of his elbow, but didn't even wait for a vein to show, before he pushed the needle into his skin. He drained the syringe, and dropped it into the sink, before grabbing the edges of it, and staring down at it. He took deep, even breaths as he felt the wolfsbane enter his system, pulsing through his bloodstream.
He gave a flinch, his jaw muscles clenching, and his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on the sink. But after a moment, he was fine. He looked up, giving a sigh, and studied his reflection briefly. The hazel eyes staring back at him seemed empty and void of anything, he made a face at himself, before heading for the door.
It was only 7:15 in the evening, but the club was full of people already, and he had to do his share of greetings as he appeared from behind the counter. He walked around it, and started for the door, when he caught sight of Dan Jacobs talking to Zack, the both of them leaning casually against the bar, and giving each other those lust-filled looks. One side of Dan's neck looked like it had been completely torn off, and there were still healing gashes on his arms. It was far worse than what Matt'd done to Zack, and it didn't take a genius to assume that Dan and Alex could've been in form when they messed around -- that wasn't impossible.
Struck with the sudden memory of the first time he'd done it while transformed, Matt's eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed, as he continued to the door. He hated when he remembered stuff like that; all the werewolf myths made it seem like a person blacked out when they transformed, that was most clearly not the case.
Once outside, he walked quickly, almost jogging, in the direction of the club he'd told Johnny to meet him at. It was a normal, human club, and he thought that the kid would feel safer there -- Matt'd already made sure he'd had a fake I.D. to get in. As he walked, Matt tried to think of things he'd say to the boy, and he played a few scenarios in his head. He grinned to himself as all of them ended up with a worn-out Johnny laying beside him, panting, and bleeding -- but thoroughly pleasured.
Johnny left the club, trying not to make eye contact with a weird lady who'd been eyeing him up all night. She was too old for him anyway. He leaned against the brick wall outside, and crossed his arms, looking around for Matt. He didn't think the older man would stand him up, but then again, it was 7:25 already, and Matt was supposed to have been there at seven.
"What, may I ask, are you doing here, young man?"
Johnny turned to see Brandan, and he felt himself smile. The other man was with one of his closest friends, a fellow hunter named Ryan Wombacher, and he was grinning at Johnny.
"Waiting for someone." Johnny answered, coolly, remembering not to give away who it was.
"Ohh," Brandan said, "A hot date?"
"You could say that." Johnny replied.
Brandan nodded, stopping in front of Johnny and telling Ryan to go ahead of him. Ryan nodded at Johnny, giving him a nice smirk, before heading inside.
"Wish I could say the same for myself," he said. "But sadly we're just meeting up with Marta to talk."
Marta was a hunter as well, a really good one supposedly, too.
"Anything new up?" Johnny asked.
Brandan nodded, looking around. "Turns out, an Aconite herself was impersonating a hunter, hanging around with us and shit." he said. "And now, she's completely disappeared off the face of the earth or something."
The way he spoke let go that he was angry, and Johnny made a mental note to never make Brandan mad. He raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" he found was the only word that he could speak.
Brandan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "But now we don't even know where to look for her."
I do, Johnny swallowed. "I'm sure you'll find her." he said lamely.
Brandan nodded, and he glanced at the door of the club. He put a hand on Johnny's shoulder, leaning in slightly.
"Listen up, doll." he said. "I want to start training you soon, I don't care about your birthday." He glanced around again. "I'll just start to teach you the basics; then when you turn eighteen, you can go into official training. They'll see how good you are, and advance you up, until you get your license before any of the other trainees."
"You have this all worked out?" Johnny asked slowly.
Brandan nodded, and gave Johnny a grin. "That is, if you still want to be a hunter."
"I do," Johnny said quickly. "Just don't want you getting in trouble or anything."
He rolled his eyes and swatted at the air. "It's not like you're only fifteen or something." he said, and Johnny nodded. "But I have to go; call me sometime so we can start."
Johnny nodded again, and Brandan disappeared into the club, following after Ryan. Johnny gave a sigh, and glanced down at his watch. He looked up again, and caught sight of Matt crossing the street and heading towards him. He felt a tug at his gut at the fact that Matt had come, and he wasn't standing him up. He straightened, and tried to play it casual.
"Sorry I'm late." the older man said, stopping in front of him. "Had to...do something."
Johnny nodded slowly. "It's alright," he said. "I just thought you'd be a no-show, or something."
One of Matt's strong hands was on his chin, and he felt that tug at his gut again. He raised his gaze to meet Matt's, and he felt a small blush start to creep to his face as Matt's intense eyes searched his expression. There was an almost hunger to it, and as much as Johnny told himself to fear that look, he couldn't help but desire what the actions of that look would give him.
"Not for you." Matt said, "I've been wanting to get together since I bumped into you."
Johnny didn't answer, he didn't know what to say. He was still lost in Matt's light eyes. The older man smirked, finally letting go of Johnny's chin, and he gestured to the door. Johnny quickly remembered that Brandan had went in, not too long ago, and he shook his head.
"No," he said; then he added softly. "You don't want to go in there."
Matt studied him again, but as if he could read the boy's mind, he nodded. "Okay," he said, "Where would you like to go, then?"
Johnny thought for a long while before he answered. "Your place." he said. "I want to see how you live."
Matt was at a loss for words for a moment, and he started to shake his head, but then stopped. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Johnny paused, biting the inside of his cheek -- a bad habit. "Yeah." he said, and he gave a short nod. "Yeah."
The next thing Matt knew, he was leading the way back to his bar. He kept glancing over his shoulder to see if Johnny was following him, and finally, he just slid an arm around the kid's shoulders.
"You might see stuff you don't like," he said. "Don't show your surprise -- pretend you've seen it all."
Johnny nodded, trying to imagine the worst thing he could see. Matt looked back in front of him, and they reached the club. As they entered, they immediately received looks, and Matt pretended to not notice. Johnny looked around as casually as he could, and he felt himself shrink against Matt's side, almost like a child on the first day of school.
They were passing the bar, and he saw Zack, who was watching him. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Zack finally offered a smirk. Johnny was unsure if he should return it, because it didn't look like a polite smirk, but he did anyway. Then he caught sight of the guy next to Zack.
Matt watched Johnny's eyes take in Dan's scars, and he lightly pulled the kid closer to him, snapping him from his daze, and reminding him to pretend that he'd seen it all. He quickly led Johnny behind the bar, and through the doorway. Then he pushed the boy forward to go up the stairs, as he shut the door.
"Second door on your right." Matt said.
Johnny obliged, turning and opening the door. He threw a look at Matt before he entered, and the older man was quick to follow, unable to believe his luck, what with getting Johnny to come back with him so easily. Johnny looked around the bedroom, taking in his surroundings before he walked slowly to the bed, and sat down, practically making himself at home.
"What's this?" he asked, grabbing the empty vial from the bureau, and glancing up at Matt.
Matt didn't answer for a moment, and he neared the bed slowly. He reached down, and Johnny obediently handed him the bottle. The older man looked at it for a moment, taking note of the small amount that was still left in the bottle -- he quickly contemplated saving it or throwing it away.
"Medicine." he said. "It keeps us..." he lowered his gaze away from Johnny's. "..tame."
Johnny's eyes lowered, and he tried to think of something to change the subject, as Matt set the vial back on the bureau.
"Why haven't the hunters raided this place yet?" was the only thing he could come up with.
Matt gave a sigh, and sat down next to him on the bed, making sure their legs were touching with their closeness.
"Well," he said. "They're smart enough to know that they'd be outnumbered -- hunters generally hate to work with each other."
Johnny nodded -- now that he thought about it, Brandan only hung out with Ryan; they never tried to actually 'hunt' together.
"How old are you?" Matt asked randomly, the tone of wanting the subject to be changed to something completely different.
"Seventeen." Johnny answered; he was half curious as to how old Matt was, but he didn't want to ask, because it seemed like Matt hated talking about himself.
An awkward silence fell over them, and Matt suddenly placed a hand on Johnny's thigh. The kid tensed, and his breathing hitched, as he tried to ignore the butterflies that had erupted into his gut.
"When I said I liked you," Matt said quietly, "I meant I really liked you."
Johnny didn't know how to respond, so he didn't, just staring blankly at his legs as he felt his face flush slowly -- he'd never really had someone telling them they 'really liked' him. Matt reached over and grabbed the kid's chin; his grip wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough to the point that it scared Johnny. Holding him in place, Matt leaned in and kissed him forcefully. Johnny's lips parted uncertainly, and as Matt's tongue slid between them, he tried to relax. He didn't know what it was, but something drew him to Matt -- an animal attraction one could call it.
The older man let go of Johnny's chin, moving it behind the kid's head, as he intensified the kiss, kneading his tongue into Johnny's. The boy finally started to react, pushing his tongue against Matt's inexpertly. The larger man suddenly broke the kiss; his breathing had become husky, and the hungry look was back in his eyes as he pushed Johnny back to lay down. They both stared at each other as Matt crawled over him, leaning down slowly to kiss him again.
Their tongues worked rhythmically together, being that Johnny had learned to relax a little. Breaking the kiss again, Matt moved his mouth to Johnny's neck. His tongue trailed over the soft skin, and he fought the urge to sink his teeth in. Johnny's body had tensed up again, and his chest rose and fell quickly with each deep breath he took, but he didn't protest. Matt stopped what he was doing to sit up. He pulled his shirt off, and grabbed the boy's -- Johnny was so caught up in the moment to care that things were happening fast. He held his arms up as Matt helped him out of his shirt, and as the older man's lips attacked his now bare collarbone, he ran his fingers through Matt's hair.
The older man glanced at Johnny's expression, before he moved further down. He trailed his tongue over the skin of Johnny's chest, just enjoying the faint taste -- it was different than Zack's or Jimmy's; it wasn't lycan. Johnny watched, unable to help himself, as Matt's lips and tongue moved against his stomach. The older man's teeth grazed his flesh more than enough times, but something in his subconscious told him that Matt wasn't going to hurt him -- intentionally.
Pushing his animal urges to the back of his mind, Matt slipped two of his fingers underneath the waistband of Johnny's jeans, kissing at the boy's soft skin just above the clothing. As he breathed through his nose, still moving his tongue against Johnny's skin, the boy's scent grew stronger to Matt's senses; a smell of lust that like the taste, was different from a lycan's. He hoped Johnny hadn't noticed the way Matt was practically sniffing him, it wasn't like he could help himself.
Johnny wouldn't lie -- he wanted Matt badly. He knew that Matt's cock had hardened, because he'd seen it pushing against the older man's jeans, but that didn't stop his embarrassment at his own erection. He continued to take deep breaths, moving his hands over the bed sheets, trying to get rid of the awkward feeling he had. Matt threw another look up at him, and their eyes met. Johnny took a deep breath, unable to hold the staring contest, and he dropped his head back. In the next second, he felt the button of his jeans come loose, followed by the zipper quickly sliding down.
Matt pulled the boy's pants down, excitement growing at the fact that Johnny wore nothing underneath. In no time, he'd completely undressed the kid, including his shoes, and he moved back up his body, one of his hands finding their way to Johnny's crotch. He pressed his lips roughly against the kid's, as he forcefully rubbed his hand against Johnny's impressive cock, and he felt his own twitch at the small, throaty noise the kid gave.
Biting lightly at Johnny's jaw bone, he used his other hand, and grabbed one of Johnny's wrists, pulling it towards his own groin. Johnny wasn't stupid, and he pushed his hand into Matt's crotch, rubbing the older man through his jeans in the way that was being done to him (with the exception of the jeans). Their lips met again, and the two of them kept at this for another few moments.
Matt stopped suddenly, and sat back again, reaching down to undo his own pants. Then he quickly kicked them off, before moving more onto the bed, and pulling Johnny with him. The kid's eyes moved over the older man's dick, and he had to say he was worried about the size, but he wasn't given much time to think about it, as Matt leaned down and started kissing him again.
He moved in between Johnny's legs, spreading them around himself, and he moved his lips to the kid's earlobe where he teased Johnny and battled with himself. It was hard having sex with a human after he'd been fucking other lycanthropes for so long. Werewolves weren't completely immune to pain, but they were able to handle it better than humans, especially a teenager. He felt bad, but he'd never wanted anything so much in his life -- at least anything he could remember at the moment.
He leaned up, and watched Johnny's expression, before he spit into his hand. The lust was evident on Johnny's face, as well as the nervousness, and he tried to soothe the kid without speaking, using his eyes. But like earlier, Johnny felt awkward in the staring contest, and he looked away, letting his head fall to the side as he waited patiently. As Matt covered his cock in his saliva, he watched the chest movements of the boy; he could practically hear Johnny's heart pounding.
He quickly stopped what he was doing, realizing he was basically just getting himself off as he watched Johnny, and he grabbed the kid's hips, holding him there as he moved to line himself up. He leaned down, and opened his mouth to tell him that it would hurt, but Johnny's lips suddenly caught his as he made a bold move and grabbed Matt's hips, pulling the older man's cock into him.
As the head entered Johnny's small hole, the kid's breathing stopped completely for a second, as his teeth closed around Matt's lip ring. The older man let out a groan, both at the tightness and the small cut that appeared in his lip from Johnny's teeth.
Johnny could feel the involuntary tears welling up in his eyes, but he ignored them as he tried to ignore the immense pain as well -- it felt like he was going to be split up the middle, or just lose his whole bottom half completely. Matt pulled his mouth away from Johnny's, and he pressed his lips against Johnny's neck, kissing him, and saying soft things to try and relieve the pain. Johnny moved his hands up Matt's back, biting his own lip, and he decided that the only way to get the pain over with was to get through it. He brushed his lips against Matt's shoulder, and he told the older man that he could keep going.
The small voice that encouraged Matt sent a shiver through his body. Here this kid was, experiencing probably one of the most painful things ever, and he was asking for more. Matt kissed Johnny's neck again, and as much as he thought it was wrong to keep going so quickly, he vowed to find Johnny's spot quickly to end the pain as soon as he could.
He pushed his cock in the rest of the way, and Johnny's back arched off the mattress in a pain spasm. Matt ignored it, sucking on a patch of skin underneath the kid's earlobe, and he started to pull out. Johnny had started bleeding immediately, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, because it aided in helping Matt's second thrust be smoother. He tried to angle himself just right, and he almost grinned triumphantly as Johnny's fingernails dug into his shoulderblades, and he gave a surprised gasp -- Matt'd found the kid's prostate.
The pain didn't completely disappear of course, especially as Matt's cock started to leave him again. But as the older man thrust into him again, another wave of pleasure swept over his body. He felt himself say Matt's name breathlessly, and his hands slid down the large, toned back to come to a rest at Matt's hips. The older man lifted his head, and the two kissed again. They both knew this wasn't going to last long, but neither cared.
As Matt angled into Johnny's spot yet again, he reached down to quickly wrap his fingers around the kid's cock, which had gone soft from the initial pain, but had started to harden again when Matt'd found what he'd been looking for. Johnny let out a noise as Matt's hand started to move over his dick, and after a few more pain-started thrusts turned pleasurable, Johnny found his hips moving up off the mattress to meet the older man's.
Matt groaned deep in his throat, and his head reared back as his hips rolled forwards, his movements gathering speed. He concentrated on keeping his thrusting as gentle as he could, making his hand movements less swift, but it was what he had to do, because he didn't want to lose control.
Johnny moaned again, and he felt a warm sensation starting to build in the pit of his gut. He pulled at Matt's hips, his own now too tired to raise off the mattress and meet Matt's thrusts halfway, and the older man didn't seem to mind though, and he bit at Johnny's bottom lip softly. Though Matt's hand movements were jerky, the older man was sure to hit Johnny's prostate with each thrust, and that was enough for the kid.
Matt's own orgasm was quickly uncoiling in his stomach, and he let out another throaty groan, followed by deep, haggard breaths as his thrusts quickened. Johnny gave a mewl, but not a pained one, so Matt didn't stop. The kid moaned once more, and Matt concurred with a noise of his own, his grip tightening around Johnny's dick.
The extra pressure on his cock was the breaking point, and Johnny gave a whimper as his hips spasmed upwards, and he came, mostly onto his own stomach. As Johnny was finishing cumming, his muscles clenched around Matt's cock, and the older man gave a primal growl, feeling his climax hit him harshly.
He said Johnny's name loudly, his hips jerking forward a few times as he came into the kid. He rode out his orgasm slowly, pulling the kid's hips towards him as he rolled his forward, and after what felt like forever, he'd caught his breath. He pulled his soft cock from Johnny, but laid down on top of him, resting his head on Johnny's chest, just under the kid's chin.
Johnny stared at the ceiling as his own breathing started to return to normal. The pain had returned to his ass, but he was too tired and worn out to even care. But more so, he was surprised that he'd just allowed himself to be seduced by a werewolf.