Taking Back Sunday -- Chapter 10
[Title] Taking Back Sunday
[Author] dejectedmadness
[Rating] FINALLY NC-17 for boykissing/touching/sexual contact/boysecks!!!
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[Disclaimer] I am posting fanFICTION. Neither the characters nor the ideas belong to me, just the plot specific to this story. No profit is being made off of this fiction, it is being written solely for my entertainment and for the entertainment of others as warped as I am. Don't sue.
[Band/Pairing] Brand New/Straylight Run, Jesse Lacey/Brian Lane, Jesse Lacey/John Nolan
[Summary] Jesse makes a new friend about whom John is not particularly fond for reasons as yet only speculated upon.
[X-Posted] rockinthebed, slashypunkboys, _brand_new_love, lacey_loves_jno
[Author’s Notes] This isn’t intended to be particularly AU, although it is a high school fic, and it has some anachronistic tendencies.
Sorry I have been somewhat absent from the posting-ness of this story. It's here now! Love me! And thanks to lovely beta moshimoshix3!
John is so lovely. We all love John.
And! Because Jesse is a dork, I LOSE AGAIN! Sorry to everyone who knows about the game. I swear, the stupid game pwns my life. It crops up everywhere.
I’ve also determined that Brian’s mouth is owned by Satan and is the hottest thing in existence. Jesse would agree.
This one is longer. Twenty pages in word. Seriously, what is with me and writing SO MUCH of the smutty goodness? I don’t know. I always manage to make it too long. Heh. Enjoy!
Of all the things that could have initiated the conversation between Jesse and his best friend after a week of not speaking, Jesse would not have assumed that “Brian is an asshole” would be the first words out of John’s mouth. It seemed to fit nicely, however, with the direction the rest of the chat took.
Jesse sat on his hands and waited for John to stop pacing his room ranting about how inconsiderate his boyfriend was and why he was exactly the kind of person that always made John nervous and uncomfortable. How rude, to storm into John’s nice private life and steal his best friend out from under him! And to come to his school to force him into a confrontation? It was ludicrous! But fuck if John hadn’t spent the last week sitting in his room wishing he were with Jesse. Brian was right, loath as he was to admit it. They couldn’t satisfactorily exist without each other.
“I guess… I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” John shrugged and toed Jesse’s backpack at the foot of his bed. “I mean… you’re my best friend first and anything else second. I mean… even if I do feel… whatever I feel… you’re still… I mean… I don’t want to not be your friend, even if you have to be with… him.”
Jesse swallowed and opened his mouth to speak for the first time since John showed up that night, but he was cut off but the persistent rambling of the other boy. He did have a habit to go on when he was nervous or edgy.
“I just want things to go back to like they were. I don’t want it to be weird between us because… you know I… like you like that.” John frowned and looked away.
Jesse waited to see if he was going to keep talking or not. He didn’t have to wait long.
“I still don’t like him, but… I can respect that you do, so there must be something good about him. I… I can tolerate him, I guess. And I’ll try not to be… childish.”
Jesse pressed his lips together and waited for another outburst. When none was forthcoming, he smiled softly and caught John’s eye. “I’m sorry this got so complicated. I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship because of something like this. Brian’s a really good friend besides being my boyfriend, but he isn’t you. I need you to be my best friend again. I don’t want things to be weird, and even if you still can’t stand to be around Brian, I still want things to be okay with me and you.”
John nodded slowly. “I’m sorry I kissed you. I mean… I’m not sorry… but I am because I should have known better than to make you cheat on your boyfriend.”
Jesse accepted the apology with a shy twist of his lips. Their kiss was a sensitive and awkward topic for Jesse, one that he wasn’t sure how to approach. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Brian. And I’m sorry that we got so distant because of him.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t stand to be around him. He… he might not be such a bad guy. I guess I never gave him a chance. I just felt threatened by him, so I didn’t want him around. You know?” John shrugged, and Jesse forgave him instantly. “I’ll make an effort. If you want to bring him around or… whatever… I’ll be nice.”
“You don’t have to spend time with him just for me, John. If you don’t like someone, you don’t like someone, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
John sighed and scratched his cheek absently, something he did from sheer nerves. “Well…” he sighed, “I haven’t exactly been fair to him,” John conceded, finally. “I haven’t really had the chance to get to know him. Like you said before, I didn’t even try. I just didn’t like him on principle. I can though, if you want to do something. I’m not going to promise I’ll be cheerful, but I won’t be an ass.”
Jesse beamed at John, who caught the smile-contagion and grinned back bashfully. Jesse pulled John into a hug, which he was hesitant to accept for only the slightest fraction of a second.
John pulled back first with a laugh and a yell that Jesse was going to smother him. “I’m sorry, too, that I didn’t come to practice last night,” John muttered. “I guess you waited, huh?”
Jesse averted his eyes. “Yeah,” he admitted begrudgingly, flushing again at the reminder.
“I told Shaun I wasn’t going to practice, so I guess he didn’t come either?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
Jesse shrugged. “I probably shouldn’t have expected… I just didn’t want to assume… and then if you did show up….” He shrugged.
“We could have an impromptu make-up practice tomorrow,” John suggested.
“Except Shaun probably can’t get the night off,” Jesse reminded him. Shaun only had Monday nights off for practice, although sometimes he could manage to get another day off in a week if he needed it. “We could just hang out, instead,” Jesse suggested hopefully. “Maybe play guitar anyway.”
“You said Brian plays drums, right?” Jesse nodded slowly. John didn’t meet his eyes. “Maybe he’ll want to come over? We’ve never had a drummer before,” his voice was quiet and hesitant.
Jesse bit his lip. He wasn’t certain this new attempt for John to be friends with Brian was going to work out so well, but he would be as hopeful as he could. “I’ll ask him if he minds.”
***
Jesse and John talked a little more before the other boy went home, but the situation’s final resolution was that the following night they would meet after school, spend some time in town and have dinner there, at the nearest adequate pizza place. Then they’d go back to Brian’s place, gather his drums, and go to Jesse’s house to jam. When Jesse relayed the plan to Brian over the phone later that night, after John had gone home, he was a little surprised to say the least, but agreed that it shouldn’t be a problem to get the car to cart the drums back and forth.
Jesse went to sleep easier than he had in weeks that night, and in the morning he was chipper and pleased to the extent that it warranted a comment from his mother. Even the walk to school was balmy for this time of the year. He got there with his jacket hanging open and his hat and gloves stowed in his backpack.
All day the two friends caught up on all the jokes and talking in class that they had missed since they stopped speaking. Jesse was cautioned with numerous threats to be sent to the principle’s office, but nothing could break his good mood today.
After school Jesse and John met at Jesse’s locker where they waited for Brian to arrive. John was a little less chipper than he had been, but Jesse supposed he couldn’t fault him. After all, he was making a hell of an effort just by suggesting this little excursion, today, and honestly, Jesse would rather have him try and fail than fake it for Jesse’s sake and be unhappy.
“I wish I’d at least had the foresight to bring a change of clothes or something,” he gestured down at the school clothes they were both wearing. Jesse realized he was right; there was no way he wasn’t getting pizza sauce on this shirt today.
“Hey,” Jesse heard from behind him as Brian approached. He turned to his boyfriend with a smile. “How’s it going?” He nodded a hello to John.
“Good, we just realized we forgot to bring clothes to change into,” he gestured down at himself for effect.
“That’s okay,” Brian smirked, “I love a guy in uniform.” Jesse blushed and raised his eyebrow. “It’s the tie, I think,” Brian tugged on it bashfully, clearly more than aware that John was standing right there, so he couldn’t do anything extra boyfriendly, like kiss Jesse or make more obvious sexual jokes. Jesse didn’t know what to say. He wanted to continue the playful flirting, but John was right there, and he wasn’t sure the protocol. Just then, Jesse realized how awkward it might be for them to hang out all together.
“He’s right, Jess,” John said suddenly. Jesse wondered if he had picked up on the awkward tension between the two boyfriends. “You look dashing in a tie,” he smirked and started walking down the hall toward the door with a smile. Jesse fell easily into the teasing and flipped up his collar, strutting with appropriate arrogance.
“I’m dashing no matter what I wear!”
Brian smiled and followed them outside.
They walked across the street and headed further into town. Jesse walked in the middle with Brian to his left and John to his right. He worried that he might have to be the buffer between them to keep up conversation or prevent one from ripping out the other’s throat, but it turned out that he didn’t have to try very hard at all to keep things flowing smoothly. Aside from a few petulant glances and initial stiffness when Brian spoke, John was maintaining a relatively personable manner. In fact, the boys managed to buffer themselves with Jesse so that he didn’t have to do it, meaning John and Brian spoke to him rather than each other, thus preventing the awkward chit-chat that might have ensued in trying to avoid rudeness.
It wasn’t until they’d finally taken their seats at the pizza parlour that either of them attempted first contact. Unsurprisingly, Brian had left the act to John. Being the kind of guy who was never afraid to speak or be heard, Brian could have easily started a conversation with John. John, though, might have been threatened, or considered it an affront that Brian was forcing himself upon him, so he’d remained quiet and complacent until the other was willing to take steps to include him.
“So, Brian,” John began, causing all of them to stop, Jesse with his hand on his glass of soda, and Brian with his fork and knife poised over a particularly hot slice of pizza. “How long have you played the drums?” he asked, still staring down at his plate, but making no move to eat the crust or half slice of pizza that sat there.
Brian risked a quick glance at Jesse, but responded right away. “Three years.”
“Do you play anything else?” John finally glanced up and reached out for his drink, meeting Brian’s eyes from across the table.
Brian shook his head. “I tried to play guitar for about ten minutes. There’s too much intricate finger stuff. Give me a stick and something to bang it on any day.”
John cracked a smile. “Jesse said you’re in a band.”
“Kind of. We’re missing a few key elements.”
“Like a vocalist?”
“For starters, yeah. We’re also missing another guitarist, though, and a lyricist. Mike tries, but he’s not a poet,” Brian told him.
“What kind of music do you play?”
Brian’s shoulders were starting to relax as he grew used to John talking to him, and, Jesse assumed, as he accepted that John wasn’t looking for a way to make him uncomfortable or to start a fight. He was just trying to get along. “Mostly punk rock, but it doesn’t come out very well sometimes. Most of our stuff sounds like the shit Mike listens to.”
“What kind of stuff do you listen to?”
Brian licked his fork and abandoned his attempt to try to eat while they held a conversation. “Hard rock, punk, indie rock, um… I don’t know. The same sort of stuff Jesse listens to, I think.”
“So The Smiths?”
“The Smiths, The Cure, The Clash, um… I don’t know; whatever’s good.”
John nodded. “Good taste.” Brian let the ghost of a smile grace his lips.
“Do you pretty much listen to the same stuff as Jesse?” Brian asked, trying to turn the conversation back on John, probably to relieve himself of the pressure of having all the attention on him.
“Pretty much.”
“He worships Morrissey,” Jesse interjected.
“We both do,” John corrected with a grin. “And that’s your fault.”
Jesse shrugged. “Just because I discover good music better than you do-”
“That’s not fair. What about that local band-?”
“Local bands don’t count. I’ve introduced you to so much of the local punk scene that it completely eradicates any and all of your discoveries!” Jesse objected with a jab of his fork toward John.
John laughed. “Yeah, but some of your discoveries were musical disasters! Do you remember that one band-?”
“Oh God, why do you always come back to that! That was one time. Once, I brought him to this show,” Jesse turned to include Brian in the argument, “and I’d heard they were pretty good from a few of the guys at school or something, and so we went-”
“It was almost a drag show!” John exclaimed, his hands working frantically as he spoke to impart to Brian just how bad it was. “The guys on stage were wearing dresses and had their hair done up-”
“And the lead sang in falsetto the whole time, but they were playing, like, fucking hardcore distorted rock and they had this guy growling-” Jesse shook his head and dropped his fork on his plate with a clang so he could bury his face in his hands, which was turning red from embarrassment.
“It was probably the worst show I’ve ever seen,” John told Brian with a sideways grin. “We stayed for about half the set. Jesse wouldn’t let me leave because he was sure that it was going to get better,” John laughed and shook his head.
“It definitely didn’t get better, so we left and went to catch another show at another bar somewhere. But that was one time. There have been so many other times-”
“You’ve had a good chunk of bad times, Jesse,” John reminded him. “You follow any rumour about any band that might be good and sometimes it’s just really, really bad.”
“But not usually!” Jesse declared. “Usually when I find something new, it’s great!”
John looked at Brian pointedly. “Sometimes. Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s not worth your time.” He looked back at Jesse seriously. “But if you don’t give it a chance, you’ll never know.”
***
Jesse’s heart was in his throat for nearly half of their jam session. It was the best that anything had ever sounded, ever! He and John were used to playing together, so they had a number of songs worked out between the two of them. Usually Shaun’s bass accented whatever they played nicely, but he was working tonight, so they were managing with just the two of them.
It was interesting for them to be working with a beat to follow instead of just hacking their way through it, hoping that they were both keeping the same time. A few times, Brian’s rhythm threw them off and they had to stop, laughing, before starting again from the last chorus or whatever. Brian was anxious to play the song he and Jesse had written for The Rookie Lot for John. He wanted to see if the other boy was more skilled than their current guitarist and was able to find a complementary first guitar part to that song more easily than Mike. Since it was a relaxed session, they agreed, but decided after a little while playing it that it was boring to stick to one thing for too long, and they went back to what they had been doing. Brian would start playing some kind of beat, Jesse would join in with a random riff that want along with it, and John would pick out some kind of melody to play along with it.
By the time nine o’clock rolled around and Jesse’s mom came in to ask them to wrap it up, everyone was more than comfortable talking and laughing together. They started packing up their equipment, and John didn’t run out of the garage to escape. It was essentially the best that Jesse could have hoped for.
After John put away his guitar, as Jesse was just setting the last of his stuff against the wall, John approached Brian seriously. He didn’t say anything until Jesse found himself wondering whether things were about to turn bad. Finally, the smaller boy held out his hand to Brian. Brian stared at it in confusion for a moment before extending his own hand to shake.
“Maybe you’re not an asshole,” John conceded, “but if you break his heart, I’ll break your fucking legs.”
Brian blinked, smartly didn’t say anything about the fact that he could definitely take John in a fight, and said, “It’s not in the plan.”
John nodded, satisfied and turned to Jesse. “Don’t let this guy jerk you around. If he fucks with you, I’ll kill him.” It was as much of a blessing as Jesse would ever get from John, and he knew it. It was more than he had expected.
“I know,” Jesse agreed with a small satisfactory grin.
John went to gather his guitar, jacket and bag from the pile where he’d left them. He stopped before the door. “But you do know you can do disgusting things in front of me, right? Boyfriend stuff? Like kiss or hold hands. I’m not going to be offended.”
Jesse furrowed his brow and glanced at Brian. He’d actually warned Brian against that earlier to prevent an awkward scene. “But John… you hate when I kiss anyone around you. You said-”
“-That I didn’t want to picture her naked boobs the next time I saw her. I remember.” John shrugged. “I don’t think I’m at risk of seeing Brian’s naked boobs anytime soon.”
It dawned on Jesse all at once. “It… it was just because they were girls?”
John shrugged. “I don’t like girls, Jess. I thought that was clear.”
Jesse blushed at not having realized. “Oh,” he responded stupidly. “I didn’t know.”
John shrugged. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved at Brian and let himself out.
Brian sighed with relief and relaxed against the wall.
“Was it really that painful?” Jesse asked.
“No. I just thought the other shoe was going to drop.”
“That actually went really well,” Jesse agreed.
“At least he doesn’t hate me anymore.”
Jesse dropped the cord he finished ravelling with the rest of the stuff and stepped over to Brian to slide his hands around his waist. “I’m sorry it was so stressful for you.”
Brian put his hands on Jesse’s shoulders and tilted his head forward to rest against Jesse’s. “It wasn’t your fault. Or his. I was just… you know, if he still hated me, it was just going to be so fucking difficult for us.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t want him to leave with a bad impression of me.”
“He left giving us the ‘okay’ to keep on at it,” Jesse told him. “That’s far from a bad impression.”
Brian didn’t respond, but pressed his lips to Jesse’s, instead. Jesse closed his eyes and sighed into the kiss, leaning forward so that their bodies touched. His hand slid down Brian’s hip to his ass. “Do you think your mom would mind if I came over?” he whispered against Brian’s lips.
“My mom loves you. Of course you can come over.”
“You don’t have too much homework to do?”
“Do you?”
Jesse smirked and kissed him again. Of course not. He never had too much homework to spend the night with Brian.
They pulled apart with only a handful more kisses before getting down to their work of dismantling Brian’s drums to stick into the car and cart back over to his place. Jesse posed the request to his mother, who easily agreed, and less than an hour later they were settled in Brian’s room.
For the first time in weeks, Jesse was in a fantastic mood. John was back in his life, Brian was there, and nothing was going awry. That was more than enough to restore any fall in his libido due to depression. When they were finally safely behind a locked door, Jesse didn’t hesitate to push Brian against the wall, pin his hands behind his head, and thrust his tongue as far into his mouth as it would reach. Brian barely contained a moan at the abrupt assault, but since his mother and father were both just downstairs, he managed. It was a shame Jesse wouldn’t hear the extent of Brian’s vociferous pleas, but panting, whispering and gasping were sometimes just as sweet.
“Jess,” Brian mumbled against his lips, his arms straining from where Jesse held them tightly against the wall enough that he decided his lover wasn’t about to release him. “Ah,” he wheezed, his eyes drifting shut as he relented and relaxed back against the wall.
Jesse thrust his hips forward, grinding Brian’s growing erection against his jeans. “We’re going to play a game.”
“Mm?” Brian moaned back, into Jesse’s mouth.
“Yup.” Jesse bit Brian’s lip, and the other boy sighed in appreciation. “The game is… you’re not allowed to touch, and I’m not allowed to touch.” Jesse took his hands off Brian’s wrists. “And the first person who does is the loser.”
Brian smirked and grabbed Jesse’s hands, entwining their fingers. “I lose.”
Jesse laughed, squeezing his hands. “And the winner gets to do anything he wants to the loser. And the loser,” Jesse kissed him to punctuate his words before hissing into Brian’s mouth, “can’t touch.” He pulled his fingers from Brian’s again. He leaned in for a kiss.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Brian cried shaking his head. “I can’t touch?”
“No.”
“And you can’t touch.”
“No.”
“And if I lose, I can’t touch, and you get to do whatever you want to me.”
“And if I lose, I can’t touch, and you get to do whatever you want to me.”
Brian hummed as he thought about it. “So… just kissing.”
Jesse kissed him. “Right.”
“And bodies?”
“Only hands are affected by the ‘no touching’ rule,” he clarified.
Brian smirked. He held his arms out to his sides and leaned in to meet Jesse’s lips. Jesse closed his eyes. Brian’s mouth was hot and unyielding. He kissed with all the force of his teeth and tongue and lips. It was a strong, needy kiss. It was a boy kissing another boy. There was no softness or surrender in it, just desire. Jesse moaned and pressed himself closer to his boyfriend until their bodies touched. Brian was hot. He was always hot. Jesse could feel the heat radiate through the layers of clothes from his chest and stomach and thighs. It made the blood in his body rush to such nice places to feel the slim, strong tone of muscle under Brian’s skin, although Jesse usually enjoyed it with fingertips that held an abundance of nerve endings instead of just the caress of thighs and his own torso. It felt remarkable against him, to have to concentrate on the sensation of that body under him instead of allowing his hands to explore the curve of his hip or the flat expanse of stomach beneath whatever band shirt he’d donned that day.
Jesse almost wanted to lose just so he could reach out and touch the muscles under Brian’s sleeves. He was in remarkably good shape, and Jesse was sure it was in no small part due to the fact that he had all that pent up energy that a good drummer possessed, not to mention the fact that the drums were a somewhat physically demanding instrument to play, and Brian played hard enough to sweat every time.
To stop himself from touching his boyfriend, Jesse stretched his arms over his head, into the air. He locked his fingers behind his head to be safe. Brian gasped and his hips slid forward against Jesse’s. They were both erect by now. Jesse’s eyes opened a little to watch the ecstatic expression on Brian’s face as he purposefully lifted his leg to caress him with a knee.
“Mm!” Brian exclaimed wordlessly, his tongue being too lost inside Jesse’s mouth for him to attempt to retract it for the purposes of speaking. His eyes opened a little, caught Jesse’s gaze, and drew Jesse’s tongue between his lips, then sucked on the end of it. Jesse’s eyes drifted shut again as he felt his cock throb in his pants. He had forgotten that his tongue was directly connected to his dick. Brian had done that to him before, and every time he did, Jesse was convinced that it was something else around which he had his lips.
When Brian released the muscle, Jesse swallowed hard, his head coming out of a cloud of euphoria to realize that his hands were inches away from closing on Brian’s shoulders. He pulled them back with surprise at himself. He had almost lost at his own game. That just wasn’t acceptable. Although, considering it had to have been at least five minutes since the game had started and no one had lost yet, Jesse was halfway considering forfeiting anyway, just so they would have a chance at more fun activities before it was time for bed.
Brian’s tongue licked at Jesse’s lips, though, and Jesse got a second wind. He gasped for air and with a stroke of brilliance- exceptionally brilliant because the idea had occurred to him while Brian’s body was touching his, something more unlikely than John’s acceptance that evening of Jesse and Brian’s relationship, surely- he closed his lips around Brian’s tongue and sucked on it in the same way Brian always did to him.
The reaction was twice what Jesse had expected from him. Brian’s hips bucked forward, and he moaned almost too loudly. Jesse swirled the end of his tongue around the tip of Brian’s and sucked again. No more than a second after that, Brian’s hands pressed against Jesse’s chest stroking from his nipples down to his stomach in one smooth motion, stretching around to his back to pull him closer, if that was possible, to his body.
Jesse smirked and released Brian’s tongue from its confines, kissing him gently. “You lose.”
Brian blinked confusedly a couple of times before it dawned on him. “Ah!” he cried in realization as he pulled his hands back from Jesse like he’d burned him. “Augh,” he sighed with dejected realization that Jesse was right. He slid his hands back down to Jesse’s waist. “Fuck, I can’t not touch you. It’s too hard.”
Jesse shrugged. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Brian chuckled and kissed Jesse. “So now what?” he asked. “Now you get to have your wicked way with me?”
Jesse smirked and took Brian’s hands in his. “Yes. But you don’t get to touch, or distract, or help.” Brian closed his eyes and sighed again.
“Jess, I can’t actually be expected not to touch you,” he reasoned.
Jesse shrugged. “Figure it out.”
“Or what?”
Jesse kissed him and released his hands to touch Brian’s chest again. “Or I’ll stop.”
Brian blinked. Then he blinked again. “You wouldn’t do that.”
Jesse raised an eyebrow.
“Jesse!” It was as close to a whine as Brian would ever admit to getting. It made Jesse smile.
“You can touch my hair, and my face, and my arms. You can’t direct or guide, and you can’t by any means touch yourself.”
Brian’s mouth was open wide in horror at the conditions. Jesse cocked his head slightly, daring him silently to object, but as soon as he palmed Brian through the denim of his pants, the boy’s lips shut in acquiescence.
Jesse resumed his position before Brian, making sure the boy was as flat against the wall as he would get, and continued to devour his mouth. Brian was whispering and panting against him again by the time Jesse’s hand moved to unzip his fly. He let Brian’s loose pants drop to the floor. His right hand cupped Brian through his boxers and stroked him over the fabric. Brian arched his back, his head tossed back against the wall, baring his neck to Jesse.
Jesse kissed his throat once, trailed his tongue from his chin past his Adam’s apple to his clavicle, and then he was into t-shirt territory. He pulled back to speak.
“Step out of your pants.”
Brian opened his eyes and looked at Jesse. “I need to take off my shoes.”
“Then do it,” Jesse ordered. Brian waited for Jesse to stop touching him, but he didn’t. “Well?” Jesse asked. Brian licked his lips and swallowed hard, but he bent over and undid his shoes, toed them off, and stepped out of them, slightly off balance. He took off his socks, too, for which Jesse was glad because there was nothing funnier than a man wearing only socks.
Jesse kissed Brian roughly when he was standing again, thrusting his tongue past Brian’s teeth to wrestle with the other boy’s tongue. Brian moaned softly again and attacked Jesse with fervour, keeping his hands restricted to Jesse’s arms and shoulders, despite a small lapse down to Jesse’s own chest. It made the boy draw back to offer him a reprimanding glance, causing Brian’s immediate apology and the return of his hands to unrestricted areas.
The second time Jesse stopped kissing Brian it was to give him another order. He found that Brian was quicker to respond to this one, for almost as soon as Jesse demanded the shirt off, it was decorating Brian’s desk chair. It was then that Jesse’s hands strove past the limits of his boyfriend’s boxers and grasped the hot flesh beneath.
Brian writhed and gasped, his fingers clenching on Jesse’s forearms. It wasn’t the first time that Jesse had taken Brian in hand. They’d reached that point earlier the previous week when Jesse was still depressed about John, so it wasn’t a shock to Brian that Jesse was so bold, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t a shock.
Jesse touched his lips to Brian’s and slid his tongue between them to touch his, but Brian’s head wasn’t exactly in the ideal place for him to concentrate on kissing, so Jesse abandoned that idea. Instead he focused on Brian’s slim but toned chest. He kissed and licked down to his nipple, enough to make Brian pant Jesse’s name and arch further into his reaches. Jesse closed his lips around it and teased and sucked until Brian groaned before turning to the other to do the same to the other.
As Jesse descended down Brian’s body, decorating it with saliva trails and kisses, Brian released his grip on Jesse’s arm and instead curled his fingers into Jesse’s hair. When Jesse got to his belly button, he dropped to his knees. He dipped his tongue into the hole and bit the skin just beneath it gently. Brian’s fingers pulled gently on Jesse’s curls as he sighed.
Jesse kissed lower, tugging Brian’s boxers down to give himself ample room. As soon as the other boy felt Jesse’s breath on his groin, though, he stopped him.
“Jess, wait… are you sure?”
“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t be down here.” Brian looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t speak a word. “If you don’t want me to-”
“No! No… I definitely, definitely don’t want you to… stop or anything. But only if you’re sure.”
Jesse beamed up at him. “I’ve never done it before, so tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”
Brian swallowed visibly and nodded with a sigh followed by a gasp for air as Jesse’s mouth descended on him.
Jesse’s first instinct was to spit it out immediately because he’d always been taught, especially in a religious household, that that appendage was dirty. That “dirty” meant “wrong” to a God-fearing Catholic more than it meant “filthy” had been lost on Jesse as a child. The thought of putting something dirty into his mouth made him think it should taste bad, but once he was down there, he found the flavour not disgusting at all. It was different, it tasted like salt and skin more than anything, but it held a distinct flavour that Jesse could only describe as Brian. Like he had a smell to associate with the other boy, this was the epitome of the flavour that he almost but not quite tasted all over the rest of his body. Down here it was strong and musky and purely Brian. It wasn’t nasty at all.
Jesse wasn’t accustomed to putting something so large in his mouth, though. Opening his mouth so wide to avoid scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin was difficult and made his jaw cramp, but he found that Brian seemed to like it just as much when he sucked as much as he could into his mouth as having Jesse pull back to suck on the head and tease his slit with his tongue. Jesse found that alternating between the two kept his jaw from cramping and produced such nice gasps and wheezes from the other boy as to encourage him to continue to do it.
Jesse had never had a girl able to deep-throat him before, but he remembered how it felt just to have a mouth down there. He had wished that someone would encompass him with that same heat and suction from tip to base. He knew that it would feel amazing, even though it had never been done. Jesse wanted to do that for Brian, but he thought that if he tried he might gag. This wouldn’t be the last time they did this, though. As long as Jesse was sure he would have the chance to do this another time, he would save that particular feat until then. As for now, Brian’s fingers were digging into his skull as Jesse’s tongue swiped across the tip of his cock and he heard the other boy swear. He exhaled sharply before gasping another breath.
“Fuck,” Brian hissed. “Jesse! I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.” Jesse considered for a brief second before deciding that he wasn’t ready to have Brian shoot his load down his throat. He pulled away, replacing his lips with his fist and continued to stroke rapidly, kissing and licking the base of his dick and fondling, with his other hand, the sack between Brian’s legs. It wasn’t long before the other boy was muffling a cry in his hand and pulling Jesse’s hair inadvertently as he came all over his fingers. Brian tried to catch his breath as Jesse stood up. The blue-eyed boy smiled as he watched Brian try to regain equilibrium, but was careful not to get too close, in case Brian was offended by the flavour of himself on Jesse’s tongue should they kiss, as so many girls tended to be after he went down on them.
As Brian was preoccupied with post-orgasmic bliss, Jesse stepped away to find the box of tissues to clean them both up. He took a couple for himself and passed the box to Brian. Jesse stared at his hand before cleaning it off, and too curious for his own good, he tasted the ejaculate that he’d caught from Brian. Brian watched him lick his finger and taste it with consideration. Jesse decided that it wasn’t too bad. He shrugged and sucked the rest off that finger. That was more than enough for now, though. He cleaned the rest of his hand with the tissues he held.
“Come here,” Brian ordered, his boxers now back on properly. He pulled Jesse in close to him, and despite Jesse’s best attempts at distance, he kissed him. “Is something wrong?” Brian asked.
Jesse shrugged. “Well, no. I just had my lips on your crotch and you want to kiss them.”
Brian laughed. “I don’t mind, Jesse. “ Jesse looked dubious. “Really,” Brian insisted. “I’ve licked car tires on a dare. The taste of me on your tongue is angel food cake compared to that.”
Jesse laughed. “You’re such a sweet talker,” he teased, pressing his lips obligingly to Brian’s. The drummer slung his arms around Jesse’s waist, while Jesse’s went around his neck, and they hung off each other for at least five minutes, maybe more, before Jesse finally backed off.
“So, did I do okay?” Brian’s expression turned confused for a split second. His reaction time was still somewhat slow after his orgasm.
“Okay?” he snorted. “Was that- fuck, Jess! That was really, really, a lot more reallys, better than okay.”
Jesse rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’ve never done it before and it wasn’t terrible for a first time?” he asked sardonically. “You don’t have to sugar coat it, Brian.”
“I’m not,” the boy insisted. “It was actually surprisingly good. Are you sure that was your first time?” Jesse swatted him and laughed. “I hope I can do that performance justice,” Brian muttered against Jesse’s neck. “I don’t want you leaving me for a guy who can give better head.”
Jesse chuckled as Brian kissed his throat, but told him, “You don’t have to do anything justice. In fact, you don’t have to do anything. I just wanted to do something for you.” Brian leaned back to look at Jesse, bewildered. “What? It’s so hard to believe?”
“Well, no. What’s hard to believe is that you think I don’t want to do that to you as much as you wanted to do it to me. I told you before, Jess, I don’t have to do anything. I want to make you feel good.” He grinned lasciviously. “I definitely want to make you squirm under me so I have to hold to the bed when I do that to you.” Jesse smirked back, and Brian dipped his head to lick Jesse’s neck. Jesse’s eyes drifted shut easily.
“How can I say no to a mouth like that?” Jesse commented with a smile as Brian started to walk him backwards toward the bed. Jesse’s legs hit the mattress and he sat down and shuffled backwards until there was room enough for both of them.
Brian impatiently pulled on Jesse’s shirt until the vocalist tossed it onto the chair to join Brian’s. Jesse sighed as his lover’s fingertips traced pictures and words across his chest, dotting the I’s with his lips and crossing the T’s with his tongue. Jesse couldn’t contain a soft moan when he felt hot breath over his nipple, especially not when Brian began to fumble with his belt as he sucked on it gently. He raised his hips just enough for the boy to pull his jeans down past his ass. He kicked his shoes off without undoing them and toed off his socks before kicking the trousers onto the carpet. Brian stroked him through the cotton of his underwear and continued to lick and suck a path from Jesse’s chest to his waist.
Jesse reached frantically for Brian’s hand, squeezing it when the other boy’s fingers slid through the slit in his boxers. “Fuck, Brian. It feels so fucking good,” Jesse whispered. Brian’s fingers closed around him, and it was all heat and pressure and friction. His tongue licked along the waistband of his boxers. Jesse knew beyond a doubt at that moment that there were too many layers of clothes between him and that mouth. He didn’t complain when Brian took his fingers out of Jesse’s clutches because he knew that it meant he was going to get that much closer to heaven.
Boxers pulled down to his knees, Jesse held his breath, clenching the sheets. Hot breath ghosted over his cock before he felt the too-soft brush of his lover’s lips. He heard muttering, too low for him to decipher what the voice was saying without a great deal of concentration. It wasn’t until Brian’s lips closed over him that he realized it must be his own voice pleading and begging. Jesse locked his lips shut as tightly as he could to prevent the whispering from emerging unwanted, but that didn’t help him contain a moan that built at the back of his throat when Brian began to move, stroking with his hand what he could not fit in his mouth. Jesse might have sworn Brian was trying to suck his soul out. No matter, it was of no use to him; lips like those were heaven enough for him.
Jesse was too distracted by the friction and heat surrounding him to notice when Brian’s grip on his hand loosened and finally disappeared. He used it, instead, to caress Jesse’s skin, to touch him everywhere from his hips to his calves so that the boy was stuck in sensory overload.
With a gasp and the uncontrollable shift of his hips, he tried as hard as he could not to buck forward into that sinful mouth. The realm of the impossible extended to all speech and coherent thought so that it was by sheer instinct that Jesse didn’t grab Brian’s head, thread his fingers through his soft hair, and direct him where he wanted him, or just hold him still while he let his hips move as they wanted. His thin thread of control over his hands still could not prevent Jesse touching Brian. With one hand he stroked his hair, his ears, his neck, and whatever else he could reach of him, while the other tried to find purchase on the covers.
A particularly heady stroke of tongue against skin stripped Jesse of enough self-restraint that his hips arched upward into Brian’s mouth. The second’s lapse did not go unnoticed; almost immediately, certainly before he could do any harm, Jesse forced them back down to the mattress and let go of Brian entirely, transferring his white-knuckled fists to the bedcovers. His wide eyes conveyed to Brian his apology, although Jesse still couldn’t bring himself to speak. Of course, it would have been unnecessary since the intensity within those soft brown eyes conveyed the percussionist’s satisfaction at the depletion of Jesse’s capacity for self-control; he liked that his lips made Jesse thrash and squirm. As such, Brian took the initiative, to keep Jesse from leaping up off the mattress and straight down his throat. He pressed down with his weight against Jesse’s hips with both hands. He kept his lips around Jesse, sucking him into his mouth with abandon to encourage the same loss of control he apparently liked very much to see within the other boy. Even without the assistance of hands and fingers, Jesse knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before he came.
He should have known better, though, than to think that Brian’s attentions would lack because his hands found more important vocations. No sooner had Jesse become accustomed to the freedom it afforded him for Brian to take over the act of restraining his hips than did the boy’s ministrations encourage Jesse’s complete loss of control over them.
All of a sudden, without warning, he sucked Jesse into his mouth further and further as Jesse’s jaw slackened, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He knew beyond any doubt that there not an inch of him was exposed. He could feel pressure on the end of his penis that he knew had to be the back of Brian’s throat.
Jesse’s lips trembled with the effort of remaining closed to contain the moan that was building at the back of his throat, but Brian did not relent. He sucked harder, his tongue working at the base of Jesse’s cock, swallowing around him so that the pressure became impossible. Jesse’s last moments of coherence prompted him to fumble for something, anything, to cover his mouth and muffle his moans. The pillow swallowed most of the sound when he bit into it, and even though Jesse had to gasp for breath through the feathers and fabric, Jesse dared not take it away from his face except to warn the other boy.
“I’m gonna come, Brian!” he hissed before burying his face into it again. He had no strength to repeat his admonition to the other boy, nor did he realize until after that Brian had not stripped his lips from Jesse’s prick, but instead swallowed and sucked harder until it was too much and too good and Jesse yelled into the pillow until he had no breath left in him.
Jesse dropped his cushiony gag back down on the bed as a contented shudder passed through him. Brian’s tongue swiped at him one last time as he backed away, and Jesse knew without looking that he’d swallowed every last trace of his orgasm whole.
Sprawled atop the bed, Jesse laid completely still but for the heaving of his chest and the occasional twitch of his arm. He didn’t think he could move if he wanted to. Brian shuffled onto the bed. He crawled up beside Jesse, propped up by his arm to look down upon him.
Jesse’s eyes lazily blinked a few times before he managed to bring Brian into focus. He opened his mouth but got no further because he couldn’t think well enough to form a sentence. After a long moment of gaping silence, Jesse managed to mutter, “Come here.” Brian inched closer, as requested, but made no move to kiss Jesse until the other boy reached up to invite it. Jesse learned that he didn’t mind the taste of himself on Brian’s kiss, either. Exhaustedly, Jesse collapsed back against the bed.
“Was it okay?” Brian asked, pecking his lips again.
Jesse opened his mouth to respond, but again, his mouth gaped wordlessly. Finally he laughed and managed to reply, “If you ever do that again, I might die.”
“That bad, huh?” Brian retorted with a smirk.
Jesse rolled his eyes. “It was… the best thing… that I have ever felt. Ever. Fuck, Brian. Did you sell your soul for that mouth?”
“How else would Satan get such pure, innocent, Catholic, white meat down to hell to tease the sinners?” he retorted, poking Jesse in the ribs.
“Mm,” Jesse hummed, rolling over to kiss Brian again. His hands stroked the boy’s hot chest lazily. “Fuck. That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Brian reached down to cup Jesse’s ass, still bare. “It’s only gonna get hotter from here.”
[Author] dejectedmadness
[Rating] FINALLY NC-17 for boykissing/touching/sexual contact/boysecks!!!
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[Disclaimer] I am posting fanFICTION. Neither the characters nor the ideas belong to me, just the plot specific to this story. No profit is being made off of this fiction, it is being written solely for my entertainment and for the entertainment of others as warped as I am. Don't sue.
[Band/Pairing] Brand New/Straylight Run, Jesse Lacey/Brian Lane, Jesse Lacey/John Nolan
[Summary] Jesse makes a new friend about whom John is not particularly fond for reasons as yet only speculated upon.
[X-Posted] rockinthebed, slashypunkboys, _brand_new_love, lacey_loves_jno
[Author’s Notes] This isn’t intended to be particularly AU, although it is a high school fic, and it has some anachronistic tendencies.
Sorry I have been somewhat absent from the posting-ness of this story. It's here now! Love me! And thanks to lovely beta moshimoshix3!
John is so lovely. We all love John.
And! Because Jesse is a dork, I LOSE AGAIN! Sorry to everyone who knows about the game. I swear, the stupid game pwns my life. It crops up everywhere.
I’ve also determined that Brian’s mouth is owned by Satan and is the hottest thing in existence. Jesse would agree.
This one is longer. Twenty pages in word. Seriously, what is with me and writing SO MUCH of the smutty goodness? I don’t know. I always manage to make it too long. Heh. Enjoy!
Of all the things that could have initiated the conversation between Jesse and his best friend after a week of not speaking, Jesse would not have assumed that “Brian is an asshole” would be the first words out of John’s mouth. It seemed to fit nicely, however, with the direction the rest of the chat took.
Jesse sat on his hands and waited for John to stop pacing his room ranting about how inconsiderate his boyfriend was and why he was exactly the kind of person that always made John nervous and uncomfortable. How rude, to storm into John’s nice private life and steal his best friend out from under him! And to come to his school to force him into a confrontation? It was ludicrous! But fuck if John hadn’t spent the last week sitting in his room wishing he were with Jesse. Brian was right, loath as he was to admit it. They couldn’t satisfactorily exist without each other.
“I guess… I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” John shrugged and toed Jesse’s backpack at the foot of his bed. “I mean… you’re my best friend first and anything else second. I mean… even if I do feel… whatever I feel… you’re still… I mean… I don’t want to not be your friend, even if you have to be with… him.”
Jesse swallowed and opened his mouth to speak for the first time since John showed up that night, but he was cut off but the persistent rambling of the other boy. He did have a habit to go on when he was nervous or edgy.
“I just want things to go back to like they were. I don’t want it to be weird between us because… you know I… like you like that.” John frowned and looked away.
Jesse waited to see if he was going to keep talking or not. He didn’t have to wait long.
“I still don’t like him, but… I can respect that you do, so there must be something good about him. I… I can tolerate him, I guess. And I’ll try not to be… childish.”
Jesse pressed his lips together and waited for another outburst. When none was forthcoming, he smiled softly and caught John’s eye. “I’m sorry this got so complicated. I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship because of something like this. Brian’s a really good friend besides being my boyfriend, but he isn’t you. I need you to be my best friend again. I don’t want things to be weird, and even if you still can’t stand to be around Brian, I still want things to be okay with me and you.”
John nodded slowly. “I’m sorry I kissed you. I mean… I’m not sorry… but I am because I should have known better than to make you cheat on your boyfriend.”
Jesse accepted the apology with a shy twist of his lips. Their kiss was a sensitive and awkward topic for Jesse, one that he wasn’t sure how to approach. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Brian. And I’m sorry that we got so distant because of him.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t stand to be around him. He… he might not be such a bad guy. I guess I never gave him a chance. I just felt threatened by him, so I didn’t want him around. You know?” John shrugged, and Jesse forgave him instantly. “I’ll make an effort. If you want to bring him around or… whatever… I’ll be nice.”
“You don’t have to spend time with him just for me, John. If you don’t like someone, you don’t like someone, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
John sighed and scratched his cheek absently, something he did from sheer nerves. “Well…” he sighed, “I haven’t exactly been fair to him,” John conceded, finally. “I haven’t really had the chance to get to know him. Like you said before, I didn’t even try. I just didn’t like him on principle. I can though, if you want to do something. I’m not going to promise I’ll be cheerful, but I won’t be an ass.”
Jesse beamed at John, who caught the smile-contagion and grinned back bashfully. Jesse pulled John into a hug, which he was hesitant to accept for only the slightest fraction of a second.
John pulled back first with a laugh and a yell that Jesse was going to smother him. “I’m sorry, too, that I didn’t come to practice last night,” John muttered. “I guess you waited, huh?”
Jesse averted his eyes. “Yeah,” he admitted begrudgingly, flushing again at the reminder.
“I told Shaun I wasn’t going to practice, so I guess he didn’t come either?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
Jesse shrugged. “I probably shouldn’t have expected… I just didn’t want to assume… and then if you did show up….” He shrugged.
“We could have an impromptu make-up practice tomorrow,” John suggested.
“Except Shaun probably can’t get the night off,” Jesse reminded him. Shaun only had Monday nights off for practice, although sometimes he could manage to get another day off in a week if he needed it. “We could just hang out, instead,” Jesse suggested hopefully. “Maybe play guitar anyway.”
“You said Brian plays drums, right?” Jesse nodded slowly. John didn’t meet his eyes. “Maybe he’ll want to come over? We’ve never had a drummer before,” his voice was quiet and hesitant.
Jesse bit his lip. He wasn’t certain this new attempt for John to be friends with Brian was going to work out so well, but he would be as hopeful as he could. “I’ll ask him if he minds.”
***
Jesse and John talked a little more before the other boy went home, but the situation’s final resolution was that the following night they would meet after school, spend some time in town and have dinner there, at the nearest adequate pizza place. Then they’d go back to Brian’s place, gather his drums, and go to Jesse’s house to jam. When Jesse relayed the plan to Brian over the phone later that night, after John had gone home, he was a little surprised to say the least, but agreed that it shouldn’t be a problem to get the car to cart the drums back and forth.
Jesse went to sleep easier than he had in weeks that night, and in the morning he was chipper and pleased to the extent that it warranted a comment from his mother. Even the walk to school was balmy for this time of the year. He got there with his jacket hanging open and his hat and gloves stowed in his backpack.
All day the two friends caught up on all the jokes and talking in class that they had missed since they stopped speaking. Jesse was cautioned with numerous threats to be sent to the principle’s office, but nothing could break his good mood today.
After school Jesse and John met at Jesse’s locker where they waited for Brian to arrive. John was a little less chipper than he had been, but Jesse supposed he couldn’t fault him. After all, he was making a hell of an effort just by suggesting this little excursion, today, and honestly, Jesse would rather have him try and fail than fake it for Jesse’s sake and be unhappy.
“I wish I’d at least had the foresight to bring a change of clothes or something,” he gestured down at the school clothes they were both wearing. Jesse realized he was right; there was no way he wasn’t getting pizza sauce on this shirt today.
“Hey,” Jesse heard from behind him as Brian approached. He turned to his boyfriend with a smile. “How’s it going?” He nodded a hello to John.
“Good, we just realized we forgot to bring clothes to change into,” he gestured down at himself for effect.
“That’s okay,” Brian smirked, “I love a guy in uniform.” Jesse blushed and raised his eyebrow. “It’s the tie, I think,” Brian tugged on it bashfully, clearly more than aware that John was standing right there, so he couldn’t do anything extra boyfriendly, like kiss Jesse or make more obvious sexual jokes. Jesse didn’t know what to say. He wanted to continue the playful flirting, but John was right there, and he wasn’t sure the protocol. Just then, Jesse realized how awkward it might be for them to hang out all together.
“He’s right, Jess,” John said suddenly. Jesse wondered if he had picked up on the awkward tension between the two boyfriends. “You look dashing in a tie,” he smirked and started walking down the hall toward the door with a smile. Jesse fell easily into the teasing and flipped up his collar, strutting with appropriate arrogance.
“I’m dashing no matter what I wear!”
Brian smiled and followed them outside.
They walked across the street and headed further into town. Jesse walked in the middle with Brian to his left and John to his right. He worried that he might have to be the buffer between them to keep up conversation or prevent one from ripping out the other’s throat, but it turned out that he didn’t have to try very hard at all to keep things flowing smoothly. Aside from a few petulant glances and initial stiffness when Brian spoke, John was maintaining a relatively personable manner. In fact, the boys managed to buffer themselves with Jesse so that he didn’t have to do it, meaning John and Brian spoke to him rather than each other, thus preventing the awkward chit-chat that might have ensued in trying to avoid rudeness.
It wasn’t until they’d finally taken their seats at the pizza parlour that either of them attempted first contact. Unsurprisingly, Brian had left the act to John. Being the kind of guy who was never afraid to speak or be heard, Brian could have easily started a conversation with John. John, though, might have been threatened, or considered it an affront that Brian was forcing himself upon him, so he’d remained quiet and complacent until the other was willing to take steps to include him.
“So, Brian,” John began, causing all of them to stop, Jesse with his hand on his glass of soda, and Brian with his fork and knife poised over a particularly hot slice of pizza. “How long have you played the drums?” he asked, still staring down at his plate, but making no move to eat the crust or half slice of pizza that sat there.
Brian risked a quick glance at Jesse, but responded right away. “Three years.”
“Do you play anything else?” John finally glanced up and reached out for his drink, meeting Brian’s eyes from across the table.
Brian shook his head. “I tried to play guitar for about ten minutes. There’s too much intricate finger stuff. Give me a stick and something to bang it on any day.”
John cracked a smile. “Jesse said you’re in a band.”
“Kind of. We’re missing a few key elements.”
“Like a vocalist?”
“For starters, yeah. We’re also missing another guitarist, though, and a lyricist. Mike tries, but he’s not a poet,” Brian told him.
“What kind of music do you play?”
Brian’s shoulders were starting to relax as he grew used to John talking to him, and, Jesse assumed, as he accepted that John wasn’t looking for a way to make him uncomfortable or to start a fight. He was just trying to get along. “Mostly punk rock, but it doesn’t come out very well sometimes. Most of our stuff sounds like the shit Mike listens to.”
“What kind of stuff do you listen to?”
Brian licked his fork and abandoned his attempt to try to eat while they held a conversation. “Hard rock, punk, indie rock, um… I don’t know. The same sort of stuff Jesse listens to, I think.”
“So The Smiths?”
“The Smiths, The Cure, The Clash, um… I don’t know; whatever’s good.”
John nodded. “Good taste.” Brian let the ghost of a smile grace his lips.
“Do you pretty much listen to the same stuff as Jesse?” Brian asked, trying to turn the conversation back on John, probably to relieve himself of the pressure of having all the attention on him.
“Pretty much.”
“He worships Morrissey,” Jesse interjected.
“We both do,” John corrected with a grin. “And that’s your fault.”
Jesse shrugged. “Just because I discover good music better than you do-”
“That’s not fair. What about that local band-?”
“Local bands don’t count. I’ve introduced you to so much of the local punk scene that it completely eradicates any and all of your discoveries!” Jesse objected with a jab of his fork toward John.
John laughed. “Yeah, but some of your discoveries were musical disasters! Do you remember that one band-?”
“Oh God, why do you always come back to that! That was one time. Once, I brought him to this show,” Jesse turned to include Brian in the argument, “and I’d heard they were pretty good from a few of the guys at school or something, and so we went-”
“It was almost a drag show!” John exclaimed, his hands working frantically as he spoke to impart to Brian just how bad it was. “The guys on stage were wearing dresses and had their hair done up-”
“And the lead sang in falsetto the whole time, but they were playing, like, fucking hardcore distorted rock and they had this guy growling-” Jesse shook his head and dropped his fork on his plate with a clang so he could bury his face in his hands, which was turning red from embarrassment.
“It was probably the worst show I’ve ever seen,” John told Brian with a sideways grin. “We stayed for about half the set. Jesse wouldn’t let me leave because he was sure that it was going to get better,” John laughed and shook his head.
“It definitely didn’t get better, so we left and went to catch another show at another bar somewhere. But that was one time. There have been so many other times-”
“You’ve had a good chunk of bad times, Jesse,” John reminded him. “You follow any rumour about any band that might be good and sometimes it’s just really, really bad.”
“But not usually!” Jesse declared. “Usually when I find something new, it’s great!”
John looked at Brian pointedly. “Sometimes. Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s not worth your time.” He looked back at Jesse seriously. “But if you don’t give it a chance, you’ll never know.”
***
Jesse’s heart was in his throat for nearly half of their jam session. It was the best that anything had ever sounded, ever! He and John were used to playing together, so they had a number of songs worked out between the two of them. Usually Shaun’s bass accented whatever they played nicely, but he was working tonight, so they were managing with just the two of them.
It was interesting for them to be working with a beat to follow instead of just hacking their way through it, hoping that they were both keeping the same time. A few times, Brian’s rhythm threw them off and they had to stop, laughing, before starting again from the last chorus or whatever. Brian was anxious to play the song he and Jesse had written for The Rookie Lot for John. He wanted to see if the other boy was more skilled than their current guitarist and was able to find a complementary first guitar part to that song more easily than Mike. Since it was a relaxed session, they agreed, but decided after a little while playing it that it was boring to stick to one thing for too long, and they went back to what they had been doing. Brian would start playing some kind of beat, Jesse would join in with a random riff that want along with it, and John would pick out some kind of melody to play along with it.
By the time nine o’clock rolled around and Jesse’s mom came in to ask them to wrap it up, everyone was more than comfortable talking and laughing together. They started packing up their equipment, and John didn’t run out of the garage to escape. It was essentially the best that Jesse could have hoped for.
After John put away his guitar, as Jesse was just setting the last of his stuff against the wall, John approached Brian seriously. He didn’t say anything until Jesse found himself wondering whether things were about to turn bad. Finally, the smaller boy held out his hand to Brian. Brian stared at it in confusion for a moment before extending his own hand to shake.
“Maybe you’re not an asshole,” John conceded, “but if you break his heart, I’ll break your fucking legs.”
Brian blinked, smartly didn’t say anything about the fact that he could definitely take John in a fight, and said, “It’s not in the plan.”
John nodded, satisfied and turned to Jesse. “Don’t let this guy jerk you around. If he fucks with you, I’ll kill him.” It was as much of a blessing as Jesse would ever get from John, and he knew it. It was more than he had expected.
“I know,” Jesse agreed with a small satisfactory grin.
John went to gather his guitar, jacket and bag from the pile where he’d left them. He stopped before the door. “But you do know you can do disgusting things in front of me, right? Boyfriend stuff? Like kiss or hold hands. I’m not going to be offended.”
Jesse furrowed his brow and glanced at Brian. He’d actually warned Brian against that earlier to prevent an awkward scene. “But John… you hate when I kiss anyone around you. You said-”
“-That I didn’t want to picture her naked boobs the next time I saw her. I remember.” John shrugged. “I don’t think I’m at risk of seeing Brian’s naked boobs anytime soon.”
It dawned on Jesse all at once. “It… it was just because they were girls?”
John shrugged. “I don’t like girls, Jess. I thought that was clear.”
Jesse blushed at not having realized. “Oh,” he responded stupidly. “I didn’t know.”
John shrugged. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved at Brian and let himself out.
Brian sighed with relief and relaxed against the wall.
“Was it really that painful?” Jesse asked.
“No. I just thought the other shoe was going to drop.”
“That actually went really well,” Jesse agreed.
“At least he doesn’t hate me anymore.”
Jesse dropped the cord he finished ravelling with the rest of the stuff and stepped over to Brian to slide his hands around his waist. “I’m sorry it was so stressful for you.”
Brian put his hands on Jesse’s shoulders and tilted his head forward to rest against Jesse’s. “It wasn’t your fault. Or his. I was just… you know, if he still hated me, it was just going to be so fucking difficult for us.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t want him to leave with a bad impression of me.”
“He left giving us the ‘okay’ to keep on at it,” Jesse told him. “That’s far from a bad impression.”
Brian didn’t respond, but pressed his lips to Jesse’s, instead. Jesse closed his eyes and sighed into the kiss, leaning forward so that their bodies touched. His hand slid down Brian’s hip to his ass. “Do you think your mom would mind if I came over?” he whispered against Brian’s lips.
“My mom loves you. Of course you can come over.”
“You don’t have too much homework to do?”
“Do you?”
Jesse smirked and kissed him again. Of course not. He never had too much homework to spend the night with Brian.
They pulled apart with only a handful more kisses before getting down to their work of dismantling Brian’s drums to stick into the car and cart back over to his place. Jesse posed the request to his mother, who easily agreed, and less than an hour later they were settled in Brian’s room.
For the first time in weeks, Jesse was in a fantastic mood. John was back in his life, Brian was there, and nothing was going awry. That was more than enough to restore any fall in his libido due to depression. When they were finally safely behind a locked door, Jesse didn’t hesitate to push Brian against the wall, pin his hands behind his head, and thrust his tongue as far into his mouth as it would reach. Brian barely contained a moan at the abrupt assault, but since his mother and father were both just downstairs, he managed. It was a shame Jesse wouldn’t hear the extent of Brian’s vociferous pleas, but panting, whispering and gasping were sometimes just as sweet.
“Jess,” Brian mumbled against his lips, his arms straining from where Jesse held them tightly against the wall enough that he decided his lover wasn’t about to release him. “Ah,” he wheezed, his eyes drifting shut as he relented and relaxed back against the wall.
Jesse thrust his hips forward, grinding Brian’s growing erection against his jeans. “We’re going to play a game.”
“Mm?” Brian moaned back, into Jesse’s mouth.
“Yup.” Jesse bit Brian’s lip, and the other boy sighed in appreciation. “The game is… you’re not allowed to touch, and I’m not allowed to touch.” Jesse took his hands off Brian’s wrists. “And the first person who does is the loser.”
Brian smirked and grabbed Jesse’s hands, entwining their fingers. “I lose.”
Jesse laughed, squeezing his hands. “And the winner gets to do anything he wants to the loser. And the loser,” Jesse kissed him to punctuate his words before hissing into Brian’s mouth, “can’t touch.” He pulled his fingers from Brian’s again. He leaned in for a kiss.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Brian cried shaking his head. “I can’t touch?”
“No.”
“And you can’t touch.”
“No.”
“And if I lose, I can’t touch, and you get to do whatever you want to me.”
“And if I lose, I can’t touch, and you get to do whatever you want to me.”
Brian hummed as he thought about it. “So… just kissing.”
Jesse kissed him. “Right.”
“And bodies?”
“Only hands are affected by the ‘no touching’ rule,” he clarified.
Brian smirked. He held his arms out to his sides and leaned in to meet Jesse’s lips. Jesse closed his eyes. Brian’s mouth was hot and unyielding. He kissed with all the force of his teeth and tongue and lips. It was a strong, needy kiss. It was a boy kissing another boy. There was no softness or surrender in it, just desire. Jesse moaned and pressed himself closer to his boyfriend until their bodies touched. Brian was hot. He was always hot. Jesse could feel the heat radiate through the layers of clothes from his chest and stomach and thighs. It made the blood in his body rush to such nice places to feel the slim, strong tone of muscle under Brian’s skin, although Jesse usually enjoyed it with fingertips that held an abundance of nerve endings instead of just the caress of thighs and his own torso. It felt remarkable against him, to have to concentrate on the sensation of that body under him instead of allowing his hands to explore the curve of his hip or the flat expanse of stomach beneath whatever band shirt he’d donned that day.
Jesse almost wanted to lose just so he could reach out and touch the muscles under Brian’s sleeves. He was in remarkably good shape, and Jesse was sure it was in no small part due to the fact that he had all that pent up energy that a good drummer possessed, not to mention the fact that the drums were a somewhat physically demanding instrument to play, and Brian played hard enough to sweat every time.
To stop himself from touching his boyfriend, Jesse stretched his arms over his head, into the air. He locked his fingers behind his head to be safe. Brian gasped and his hips slid forward against Jesse’s. They were both erect by now. Jesse’s eyes opened a little to watch the ecstatic expression on Brian’s face as he purposefully lifted his leg to caress him with a knee.
“Mm!” Brian exclaimed wordlessly, his tongue being too lost inside Jesse’s mouth for him to attempt to retract it for the purposes of speaking. His eyes opened a little, caught Jesse’s gaze, and drew Jesse’s tongue between his lips, then sucked on the end of it. Jesse’s eyes drifted shut again as he felt his cock throb in his pants. He had forgotten that his tongue was directly connected to his dick. Brian had done that to him before, and every time he did, Jesse was convinced that it was something else around which he had his lips.
When Brian released the muscle, Jesse swallowed hard, his head coming out of a cloud of euphoria to realize that his hands were inches away from closing on Brian’s shoulders. He pulled them back with surprise at himself. He had almost lost at his own game. That just wasn’t acceptable. Although, considering it had to have been at least five minutes since the game had started and no one had lost yet, Jesse was halfway considering forfeiting anyway, just so they would have a chance at more fun activities before it was time for bed.
Brian’s tongue licked at Jesse’s lips, though, and Jesse got a second wind. He gasped for air and with a stroke of brilliance- exceptionally brilliant because the idea had occurred to him while Brian’s body was touching his, something more unlikely than John’s acceptance that evening of Jesse and Brian’s relationship, surely- he closed his lips around Brian’s tongue and sucked on it in the same way Brian always did to him.
The reaction was twice what Jesse had expected from him. Brian’s hips bucked forward, and he moaned almost too loudly. Jesse swirled the end of his tongue around the tip of Brian’s and sucked again. No more than a second after that, Brian’s hands pressed against Jesse’s chest stroking from his nipples down to his stomach in one smooth motion, stretching around to his back to pull him closer, if that was possible, to his body.
Jesse smirked and released Brian’s tongue from its confines, kissing him gently. “You lose.”
Brian blinked confusedly a couple of times before it dawned on him. “Ah!” he cried in realization as he pulled his hands back from Jesse like he’d burned him. “Augh,” he sighed with dejected realization that Jesse was right. He slid his hands back down to Jesse’s waist. “Fuck, I can’t not touch you. It’s too hard.”
Jesse shrugged. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Brian chuckled and kissed Jesse. “So now what?” he asked. “Now you get to have your wicked way with me?”
Jesse smirked and took Brian’s hands in his. “Yes. But you don’t get to touch, or distract, or help.” Brian closed his eyes and sighed again.
“Jess, I can’t actually be expected not to touch you,” he reasoned.
Jesse shrugged. “Figure it out.”
“Or what?”
Jesse kissed him and released his hands to touch Brian’s chest again. “Or I’ll stop.”
Brian blinked. Then he blinked again. “You wouldn’t do that.”
Jesse raised an eyebrow.
“Jesse!” It was as close to a whine as Brian would ever admit to getting. It made Jesse smile.
“You can touch my hair, and my face, and my arms. You can’t direct or guide, and you can’t by any means touch yourself.”
Brian’s mouth was open wide in horror at the conditions. Jesse cocked his head slightly, daring him silently to object, but as soon as he palmed Brian through the denim of his pants, the boy’s lips shut in acquiescence.
Jesse resumed his position before Brian, making sure the boy was as flat against the wall as he would get, and continued to devour his mouth. Brian was whispering and panting against him again by the time Jesse’s hand moved to unzip his fly. He let Brian’s loose pants drop to the floor. His right hand cupped Brian through his boxers and stroked him over the fabric. Brian arched his back, his head tossed back against the wall, baring his neck to Jesse.
Jesse kissed his throat once, trailed his tongue from his chin past his Adam’s apple to his clavicle, and then he was into t-shirt territory. He pulled back to speak.
“Step out of your pants.”
Brian opened his eyes and looked at Jesse. “I need to take off my shoes.”
“Then do it,” Jesse ordered. Brian waited for Jesse to stop touching him, but he didn’t. “Well?” Jesse asked. Brian licked his lips and swallowed hard, but he bent over and undid his shoes, toed them off, and stepped out of them, slightly off balance. He took off his socks, too, for which Jesse was glad because there was nothing funnier than a man wearing only socks.
Jesse kissed Brian roughly when he was standing again, thrusting his tongue past Brian’s teeth to wrestle with the other boy’s tongue. Brian moaned softly again and attacked Jesse with fervour, keeping his hands restricted to Jesse’s arms and shoulders, despite a small lapse down to Jesse’s own chest. It made the boy draw back to offer him a reprimanding glance, causing Brian’s immediate apology and the return of his hands to unrestricted areas.
The second time Jesse stopped kissing Brian it was to give him another order. He found that Brian was quicker to respond to this one, for almost as soon as Jesse demanded the shirt off, it was decorating Brian’s desk chair. It was then that Jesse’s hands strove past the limits of his boyfriend’s boxers and grasped the hot flesh beneath.
Brian writhed and gasped, his fingers clenching on Jesse’s forearms. It wasn’t the first time that Jesse had taken Brian in hand. They’d reached that point earlier the previous week when Jesse was still depressed about John, so it wasn’t a shock to Brian that Jesse was so bold, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t a shock.
Jesse touched his lips to Brian’s and slid his tongue between them to touch his, but Brian’s head wasn’t exactly in the ideal place for him to concentrate on kissing, so Jesse abandoned that idea. Instead he focused on Brian’s slim but toned chest. He kissed and licked down to his nipple, enough to make Brian pant Jesse’s name and arch further into his reaches. Jesse closed his lips around it and teased and sucked until Brian groaned before turning to the other to do the same to the other.
As Jesse descended down Brian’s body, decorating it with saliva trails and kisses, Brian released his grip on Jesse’s arm and instead curled his fingers into Jesse’s hair. When Jesse got to his belly button, he dropped to his knees. He dipped his tongue into the hole and bit the skin just beneath it gently. Brian’s fingers pulled gently on Jesse’s curls as he sighed.
Jesse kissed lower, tugging Brian’s boxers down to give himself ample room. As soon as the other boy felt Jesse’s breath on his groin, though, he stopped him.
“Jess, wait… are you sure?”
“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t be down here.” Brian looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t speak a word. “If you don’t want me to-”
“No! No… I definitely, definitely don’t want you to… stop or anything. But only if you’re sure.”
Jesse beamed up at him. “I’ve never done it before, so tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”
Brian swallowed visibly and nodded with a sigh followed by a gasp for air as Jesse’s mouth descended on him.
Jesse’s first instinct was to spit it out immediately because he’d always been taught, especially in a religious household, that that appendage was dirty. That “dirty” meant “wrong” to a God-fearing Catholic more than it meant “filthy” had been lost on Jesse as a child. The thought of putting something dirty into his mouth made him think it should taste bad, but once he was down there, he found the flavour not disgusting at all. It was different, it tasted like salt and skin more than anything, but it held a distinct flavour that Jesse could only describe as Brian. Like he had a smell to associate with the other boy, this was the epitome of the flavour that he almost but not quite tasted all over the rest of his body. Down here it was strong and musky and purely Brian. It wasn’t nasty at all.
Jesse wasn’t accustomed to putting something so large in his mouth, though. Opening his mouth so wide to avoid scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin was difficult and made his jaw cramp, but he found that Brian seemed to like it just as much when he sucked as much as he could into his mouth as having Jesse pull back to suck on the head and tease his slit with his tongue. Jesse found that alternating between the two kept his jaw from cramping and produced such nice gasps and wheezes from the other boy as to encourage him to continue to do it.
Jesse had never had a girl able to deep-throat him before, but he remembered how it felt just to have a mouth down there. He had wished that someone would encompass him with that same heat and suction from tip to base. He knew that it would feel amazing, even though it had never been done. Jesse wanted to do that for Brian, but he thought that if he tried he might gag. This wouldn’t be the last time they did this, though. As long as Jesse was sure he would have the chance to do this another time, he would save that particular feat until then. As for now, Brian’s fingers were digging into his skull as Jesse’s tongue swiped across the tip of his cock and he heard the other boy swear. He exhaled sharply before gasping another breath.
“Fuck,” Brian hissed. “Jesse! I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.” Jesse considered for a brief second before deciding that he wasn’t ready to have Brian shoot his load down his throat. He pulled away, replacing his lips with his fist and continued to stroke rapidly, kissing and licking the base of his dick and fondling, with his other hand, the sack between Brian’s legs. It wasn’t long before the other boy was muffling a cry in his hand and pulling Jesse’s hair inadvertently as he came all over his fingers. Brian tried to catch his breath as Jesse stood up. The blue-eyed boy smiled as he watched Brian try to regain equilibrium, but was careful not to get too close, in case Brian was offended by the flavour of himself on Jesse’s tongue should they kiss, as so many girls tended to be after he went down on them.
As Brian was preoccupied with post-orgasmic bliss, Jesse stepped away to find the box of tissues to clean them both up. He took a couple for himself and passed the box to Brian. Jesse stared at his hand before cleaning it off, and too curious for his own good, he tasted the ejaculate that he’d caught from Brian. Brian watched him lick his finger and taste it with consideration. Jesse decided that it wasn’t too bad. He shrugged and sucked the rest off that finger. That was more than enough for now, though. He cleaned the rest of his hand with the tissues he held.
“Come here,” Brian ordered, his boxers now back on properly. He pulled Jesse in close to him, and despite Jesse’s best attempts at distance, he kissed him. “Is something wrong?” Brian asked.
Jesse shrugged. “Well, no. I just had my lips on your crotch and you want to kiss them.”
Brian laughed. “I don’t mind, Jesse. “ Jesse looked dubious. “Really,” Brian insisted. “I’ve licked car tires on a dare. The taste of me on your tongue is angel food cake compared to that.”
Jesse laughed. “You’re such a sweet talker,” he teased, pressing his lips obligingly to Brian’s. The drummer slung his arms around Jesse’s waist, while Jesse’s went around his neck, and they hung off each other for at least five minutes, maybe more, before Jesse finally backed off.
“So, did I do okay?” Brian’s expression turned confused for a split second. His reaction time was still somewhat slow after his orgasm.
“Okay?” he snorted. “Was that- fuck, Jess! That was really, really, a lot more reallys, better than okay.”
Jesse rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’ve never done it before and it wasn’t terrible for a first time?” he asked sardonically. “You don’t have to sugar coat it, Brian.”
“I’m not,” the boy insisted. “It was actually surprisingly good. Are you sure that was your first time?” Jesse swatted him and laughed. “I hope I can do that performance justice,” Brian muttered against Jesse’s neck. “I don’t want you leaving me for a guy who can give better head.”
Jesse chuckled as Brian kissed his throat, but told him, “You don’t have to do anything justice. In fact, you don’t have to do anything. I just wanted to do something for you.” Brian leaned back to look at Jesse, bewildered. “What? It’s so hard to believe?”
“Well, no. What’s hard to believe is that you think I don’t want to do that to you as much as you wanted to do it to me. I told you before, Jess, I don’t have to do anything. I want to make you feel good.” He grinned lasciviously. “I definitely want to make you squirm under me so I have to hold to the bed when I do that to you.” Jesse smirked back, and Brian dipped his head to lick Jesse’s neck. Jesse’s eyes drifted shut easily.
“How can I say no to a mouth like that?” Jesse commented with a smile as Brian started to walk him backwards toward the bed. Jesse’s legs hit the mattress and he sat down and shuffled backwards until there was room enough for both of them.
Brian impatiently pulled on Jesse’s shirt until the vocalist tossed it onto the chair to join Brian’s. Jesse sighed as his lover’s fingertips traced pictures and words across his chest, dotting the I’s with his lips and crossing the T’s with his tongue. Jesse couldn’t contain a soft moan when he felt hot breath over his nipple, especially not when Brian began to fumble with his belt as he sucked on it gently. He raised his hips just enough for the boy to pull his jeans down past his ass. He kicked his shoes off without undoing them and toed off his socks before kicking the trousers onto the carpet. Brian stroked him through the cotton of his underwear and continued to lick and suck a path from Jesse’s chest to his waist.
Jesse reached frantically for Brian’s hand, squeezing it when the other boy’s fingers slid through the slit in his boxers. “Fuck, Brian. It feels so fucking good,” Jesse whispered. Brian’s fingers closed around him, and it was all heat and pressure and friction. His tongue licked along the waistband of his boxers. Jesse knew beyond a doubt at that moment that there were too many layers of clothes between him and that mouth. He didn’t complain when Brian took his fingers out of Jesse’s clutches because he knew that it meant he was going to get that much closer to heaven.
Boxers pulled down to his knees, Jesse held his breath, clenching the sheets. Hot breath ghosted over his cock before he felt the too-soft brush of his lover’s lips. He heard muttering, too low for him to decipher what the voice was saying without a great deal of concentration. It wasn’t until Brian’s lips closed over him that he realized it must be his own voice pleading and begging. Jesse locked his lips shut as tightly as he could to prevent the whispering from emerging unwanted, but that didn’t help him contain a moan that built at the back of his throat when Brian began to move, stroking with his hand what he could not fit in his mouth. Jesse might have sworn Brian was trying to suck his soul out. No matter, it was of no use to him; lips like those were heaven enough for him.
Jesse was too distracted by the friction and heat surrounding him to notice when Brian’s grip on his hand loosened and finally disappeared. He used it, instead, to caress Jesse’s skin, to touch him everywhere from his hips to his calves so that the boy was stuck in sensory overload.
With a gasp and the uncontrollable shift of his hips, he tried as hard as he could not to buck forward into that sinful mouth. The realm of the impossible extended to all speech and coherent thought so that it was by sheer instinct that Jesse didn’t grab Brian’s head, thread his fingers through his soft hair, and direct him where he wanted him, or just hold him still while he let his hips move as they wanted. His thin thread of control over his hands still could not prevent Jesse touching Brian. With one hand he stroked his hair, his ears, his neck, and whatever else he could reach of him, while the other tried to find purchase on the covers.
A particularly heady stroke of tongue against skin stripped Jesse of enough self-restraint that his hips arched upward into Brian’s mouth. The second’s lapse did not go unnoticed; almost immediately, certainly before he could do any harm, Jesse forced them back down to the mattress and let go of Brian entirely, transferring his white-knuckled fists to the bedcovers. His wide eyes conveyed to Brian his apology, although Jesse still couldn’t bring himself to speak. Of course, it would have been unnecessary since the intensity within those soft brown eyes conveyed the percussionist’s satisfaction at the depletion of Jesse’s capacity for self-control; he liked that his lips made Jesse thrash and squirm. As such, Brian took the initiative, to keep Jesse from leaping up off the mattress and straight down his throat. He pressed down with his weight against Jesse’s hips with both hands. He kept his lips around Jesse, sucking him into his mouth with abandon to encourage the same loss of control he apparently liked very much to see within the other boy. Even without the assistance of hands and fingers, Jesse knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before he came.
He should have known better, though, than to think that Brian’s attentions would lack because his hands found more important vocations. No sooner had Jesse become accustomed to the freedom it afforded him for Brian to take over the act of restraining his hips than did the boy’s ministrations encourage Jesse’s complete loss of control over them.
All of a sudden, without warning, he sucked Jesse into his mouth further and further as Jesse’s jaw slackened, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He knew beyond any doubt that there not an inch of him was exposed. He could feel pressure on the end of his penis that he knew had to be the back of Brian’s throat.
Jesse’s lips trembled with the effort of remaining closed to contain the moan that was building at the back of his throat, but Brian did not relent. He sucked harder, his tongue working at the base of Jesse’s cock, swallowing around him so that the pressure became impossible. Jesse’s last moments of coherence prompted him to fumble for something, anything, to cover his mouth and muffle his moans. The pillow swallowed most of the sound when he bit into it, and even though Jesse had to gasp for breath through the feathers and fabric, Jesse dared not take it away from his face except to warn the other boy.
“I’m gonna come, Brian!” he hissed before burying his face into it again. He had no strength to repeat his admonition to the other boy, nor did he realize until after that Brian had not stripped his lips from Jesse’s prick, but instead swallowed and sucked harder until it was too much and too good and Jesse yelled into the pillow until he had no breath left in him.
Jesse dropped his cushiony gag back down on the bed as a contented shudder passed through him. Brian’s tongue swiped at him one last time as he backed away, and Jesse knew without looking that he’d swallowed every last trace of his orgasm whole.
Sprawled atop the bed, Jesse laid completely still but for the heaving of his chest and the occasional twitch of his arm. He didn’t think he could move if he wanted to. Brian shuffled onto the bed. He crawled up beside Jesse, propped up by his arm to look down upon him.
Jesse’s eyes lazily blinked a few times before he managed to bring Brian into focus. He opened his mouth but got no further because he couldn’t think well enough to form a sentence. After a long moment of gaping silence, Jesse managed to mutter, “Come here.” Brian inched closer, as requested, but made no move to kiss Jesse until the other boy reached up to invite it. Jesse learned that he didn’t mind the taste of himself on Brian’s kiss, either. Exhaustedly, Jesse collapsed back against the bed.
“Was it okay?” Brian asked, pecking his lips again.
Jesse opened his mouth to respond, but again, his mouth gaped wordlessly. Finally he laughed and managed to reply, “If you ever do that again, I might die.”
“That bad, huh?” Brian retorted with a smirk.
Jesse rolled his eyes. “It was… the best thing… that I have ever felt. Ever. Fuck, Brian. Did you sell your soul for that mouth?”
“How else would Satan get such pure, innocent, Catholic, white meat down to hell to tease the sinners?” he retorted, poking Jesse in the ribs.
“Mm,” Jesse hummed, rolling over to kiss Brian again. His hands stroked the boy’s hot chest lazily. “Fuck. That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Brian reached down to cup Jesse’s ass, still bare. “It’s only gonna get hotter from here.”