Fic: Like a River (The Day After Tomorrow, Brian/JD, NC17)
Title: Like a River
Fandom: The Day After Tomorrow
Pairing: Brian/J.D.
Rating: NC17
Summary: The only way to learn is through experimentation.
Author's note: nekosmuse said there wasn't enough porn on her friends list. Just doing my part. Follows A Small Burning Candle.
It's cold at the end of the world. Wind cutting through layers of clothes, making his fingers ache and leaving every part of him chapped and dry. It's worse at night, when the sun goes down over the desert and he's learned to fall asleep shivering under too-thin Army blankets. Not even the layers help when he's huddled in his narrow bunk, remembering the hot D.C. summers and willing the memories to keep him warm.
And maybe that's why he's here again, why he let J.D. drag him away from the crowd for the fifth week in a row and pull him into Jack's tent. They haven't gotten caught yet - haven't even had a close call - but it still makes him nervous. He doesn't say no, though, because this is the only time he ever feels warm.
J.D. started peeling off layers as soon as they got into the tent - off himself and off of Brian - and now they're both shirtless, stretched out on someone's bed and he's still not sure if it's Jack's or Sam's. Doesn't really care, because J.D.'s hands are warm and his mouth is hot and when Brian pushes up into them J.D. gives him even more. Wet kisses down the length of his neck, tongue tracing his collarbone and down the center of his chest. His hands hold Brian's hips down, resting just above his waistband and for once when Brian shivers it's not because of the weather.
Please, he hears himself moan, flushing hot at the sound of his own voice but J.D. doesn't laugh at him. Doesn't say anything, just reaches for Brian's zipper and slides it down, working his pants open to reach inside and pull out his cock. Brian's hips thrust up automatically, chasing the heat of J.D.'s hands and he knows he should be embarrassed by how much he wants this. How much he needs it, but J.D. doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Brian's pretty sure he likes it, because he catches J.D. watching him sometimes and every time J.D. gives him that smile that makes Brian want to grab him and drag him into the nearest tent.
Only there's no such thing as privacy in a refugee camp, and this is the only chance they get to be alone. He wonders how long it will take for Sam to notice they never stay for the movie - thinks Laura already has, because he's seen her looking at him curiously when she thinks he's not paying attention. And maybe she does know something, but she couldn't know about this…about J.D.'s hands, strong and sure and moving in time to the rhythm of Brian's hips.
She couldn't know about J.D.'s mouth, hot against his skin and when J.D. leans over him and presses his tongue against the head of Brian's cock he can't hold back a gasp. Because J.D.'s made him come seven times so far, but always with his hands. He's never used his mouth before, and sure, Brian's thought about it, but there's no way he'd ever ask. No way he'd try it first, either, and maybe that's why J.D.'s taking the lead.
His mouth is even hotter against Brian's cock, sliding down just a little and Brian thrusts up without thinking. He's stammering an apology before J.D. even pulls back, but when J.D. looks up at him he's grinning. "It's okay," he says, and he sounds like he actually means it. "Just…try to hold still."
Easier said than done, but Brian fists his hands in the blanket under him and focuses all his energy on not choking J.D. It's not so hard when J.D.'s hand lands on his hip, pressing hard as his mouth closes around Brian again. It's heat and wet and amazing, so much better than he even imagined and he knows he's not going to last long.
He can feel the need tightening in the pit of his stomach, heat spreading through his extremities until he feels like he's on fire. J.D.'s hand burns against his hip, the other moving in time with his mouth and tongue and Brian groans out loud at the slight scrape of teeth against the underside of his cock. His fingers clench so tight around the blanket they ache, knuckles burning and even that feels good.
And just when he thinks it can't get any better J.D. does this thing with his tongue, dragging another moan out of Brian and he barely gasps out a stilted 'can't' before he's coming. As soon as the last shudder subsides he regrets it, regrets not holding out a little longer because that hot mouth is gone and J.D.'s crawling back up the air mattress to stretch out next to Brian. Way too soon they're going to have to go back out into the cold, but right now Brian's still floating on a wave of warmth and he forgets to be self-conscious as he turns into J.D. and reaches for the button on his pants.
J.D.'s mouth tastes like him, tongue thrusting into Brian's mouth as he slides a hand past J.D.'s underwear to grip his cock. He gasps against Brian's mouth and thrusts into his fist, hand tightening reflexively in Brian's hair before he breaks the kiss.
"Will you…?" Murmured against his cheek, the words hot against his skin and Brian finds himself nodding. His stomach flutters at the thought of what he's about to do, but J.D. did it for him and he's always believed in the value of experimentation. That's the only way to learn, after all, and besides, they've still got at least an hour of warmth before the movie ends.
Fandom: The Day After Tomorrow
Pairing: Brian/J.D.
Rating: NC17
Summary: The only way to learn is through experimentation.
Author's note: nekosmuse said there wasn't enough porn on her friends list. Just doing my part. Follows A Small Burning Candle.
It's cold at the end of the world. Wind cutting through layers of clothes, making his fingers ache and leaving every part of him chapped and dry. It's worse at night, when the sun goes down over the desert and he's learned to fall asleep shivering under too-thin Army blankets. Not even the layers help when he's huddled in his narrow bunk, remembering the hot D.C. summers and willing the memories to keep him warm.
And maybe that's why he's here again, why he let J.D. drag him away from the crowd for the fifth week in a row and pull him into Jack's tent. They haven't gotten caught yet - haven't even had a close call - but it still makes him nervous. He doesn't say no, though, because this is the only time he ever feels warm.
J.D. started peeling off layers as soon as they got into the tent - off himself and off of Brian - and now they're both shirtless, stretched out on someone's bed and he's still not sure if it's Jack's or Sam's. Doesn't really care, because J.D.'s hands are warm and his mouth is hot and when Brian pushes up into them J.D. gives him even more. Wet kisses down the length of his neck, tongue tracing his collarbone and down the center of his chest. His hands hold Brian's hips down, resting just above his waistband and for once when Brian shivers it's not because of the weather.
Please, he hears himself moan, flushing hot at the sound of his own voice but J.D. doesn't laugh at him. Doesn't say anything, just reaches for Brian's zipper and slides it down, working his pants open to reach inside and pull out his cock. Brian's hips thrust up automatically, chasing the heat of J.D.'s hands and he knows he should be embarrassed by how much he wants this. How much he needs it, but J.D. doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Brian's pretty sure he likes it, because he catches J.D. watching him sometimes and every time J.D. gives him that smile that makes Brian want to grab him and drag him into the nearest tent.
Only there's no such thing as privacy in a refugee camp, and this is the only chance they get to be alone. He wonders how long it will take for Sam to notice they never stay for the movie - thinks Laura already has, because he's seen her looking at him curiously when she thinks he's not paying attention. And maybe she does know something, but she couldn't know about this…about J.D.'s hands, strong and sure and moving in time to the rhythm of Brian's hips.
She couldn't know about J.D.'s mouth, hot against his skin and when J.D. leans over him and presses his tongue against the head of Brian's cock he can't hold back a gasp. Because J.D.'s made him come seven times so far, but always with his hands. He's never used his mouth before, and sure, Brian's thought about it, but there's no way he'd ever ask. No way he'd try it first, either, and maybe that's why J.D.'s taking the lead.
His mouth is even hotter against Brian's cock, sliding down just a little and Brian thrusts up without thinking. He's stammering an apology before J.D. even pulls back, but when J.D. looks up at him he's grinning. "It's okay," he says, and he sounds like he actually means it. "Just…try to hold still."
Easier said than done, but Brian fists his hands in the blanket under him and focuses all his energy on not choking J.D. It's not so hard when J.D.'s hand lands on his hip, pressing hard as his mouth closes around Brian again. It's heat and wet and amazing, so much better than he even imagined and he knows he's not going to last long.
He can feel the need tightening in the pit of his stomach, heat spreading through his extremities until he feels like he's on fire. J.D.'s hand burns against his hip, the other moving in time with his mouth and tongue and Brian groans out loud at the slight scrape of teeth against the underside of his cock. His fingers clench so tight around the blanket they ache, knuckles burning and even that feels good.
And just when he thinks it can't get any better J.D. does this thing with his tongue, dragging another moan out of Brian and he barely gasps out a stilted 'can't' before he's coming. As soon as the last shudder subsides he regrets it, regrets not holding out a little longer because that hot mouth is gone and J.D.'s crawling back up the air mattress to stretch out next to Brian. Way too soon they're going to have to go back out into the cold, but right now Brian's still floating on a wave of warmth and he forgets to be self-conscious as he turns into J.D. and reaches for the button on his pants.
J.D.'s mouth tastes like him, tongue thrusting into Brian's mouth as he slides a hand past J.D.'s underwear to grip his cock. He gasps against Brian's mouth and thrusts into his fist, hand tightening reflexively in Brian's hair before he breaks the kiss.
"Will you…?" Murmured against his cheek, the words hot against his skin and Brian finds himself nodding. His stomach flutters at the thought of what he's about to do, but J.D. did it for him and he's always believed in the value of experimentation. That's the only way to learn, after all, and besides, they've still got at least an hour of warmth before the movie ends.