fic: spider, jesse/ohjohn
Title: Spider
Author: Me, llama_sama
Pairing/Fandom: Jesse/John [ Brand New/Straylight Run ]
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: I own their souls, yo.
Notes: For kosher_pareve. In which John and Jesse get drunk and play Spider on a swingset.
“C’mon. I used to play this all the time with my sister. It’ll be fun,” Jesse said as he and John made their way towards the abandoned swing set.
A stare.
“Ew.”
“Shut up, you pervert.”
“But what if I fall backwards? I don’t want to hit my head and die of hemorrhaging,” John said, taking a swig from the bottle of Southern Comfort that he had so carefully stolen from his parent’s refrigerator.
(“Hey, John, do you know what happened to our last SoCo?” “SoCo? What on Earth is that?” “…” “Well, I’m going to the park with Jesse, bye!”)
“I won’t let you. If anything, your legs will just kind of get wedged between my thighs and the bars, and you’ll dangle upside down for a while until you pass out after all the blood rushes to your head-”
“Uh… Thanks…”
“-now give me some of that,” Jesse said, snatching the bottle from John’s grasp.
Jesse sat on one of the swings and took a swig of the beer, patting his lap as he did so, signaling for John to sit down.
John looked at the swing and sat down awkwardly, indeed almost falling backward as he slid one leg between Jesse’s thigh and the chain, and found it even more difficult to get his second leg to cooperate.
Soon enough, though, John found that he was able to sit quite comfortably, even if the chains were sort of digging into his thighs, but he didn’t verbalize this complaint.
“Okay, so, what happens now?” John asked, as he took the bottle from Jesse and took a sip.
“We just take turns rocking back and forth. It’s like swinging normally, except you have two people,” Jesse explained as he used his feet to push back for leverage, and the swing soon started to rock forward.
“Okay, now lean back and kick your legs forward-there you go. Now, just keep doing that.”
“This is so weird,” John mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that they were grinding against each other as they did this. Now, if they were naked, it would have been a whole other story.
He reached between their bodies and grabbed the bottle, taking two large swigs before handing the rest back to Jesse. It burned as it went down his throat, but if a burning sensation was what it took to get thoughts of him and his very male best friend naked-rocking against each other in ways that were far from innocent-out of his mind, he had no room to complain.
Jesse, of course, had his own problems to deal with. Such as the one that was currently growing, quite literally, in his nether-regions. He bit his lip as he continued rocking, and tried thinking about his grandmother naked, to make it go away.
The image alone would have made anyone pledge to live a life of celibacy. But he was a teenage boy, and he had certain needs. Sure, he applauded those who could do it, but surely they cheated every once in a while, right?
Since Jesse could never live a life of celibacy, he only furthered this with tangible proof, as he leaned forward, capturing John’s lips in a sloppy, off-guard kiss.
John didn’t pull away, because if he would have, the swing could give a violent jerk, and he might have ended up as Jesse had so subtly predicted earlier, dangling upside down as all of the blood in his body rushed to his head.
So they remained like that for quite a while, mouths locked as they rocked back and forth on the swing, both silently praying that they wouldn’t lose their balance and plummet to the ground.
John leaned back, breaking the kiss, as he swung his legs upward, keeping the swing rocking. He panted softly until his breathing became regulated and he looked down at Jesse.
“This is really gay.”
“Shut up, John,” Jesse mumbled as he pressed the bottle of Southern Comfort to his lips, “and keep rocking.”
Author: Me, llama_sama
Pairing/Fandom: Jesse/John [ Brand New/Straylight Run ]
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: I own their souls, yo.
Notes: For kosher_pareve. In which John and Jesse get drunk and play Spider on a swingset.
“C’mon. I used to play this all the time with my sister. It’ll be fun,” Jesse said as he and John made their way towards the abandoned swing set.
A stare.
“Ew.”
“Shut up, you pervert.”
“But what if I fall backwards? I don’t want to hit my head and die of hemorrhaging,” John said, taking a swig from the bottle of Southern Comfort that he had so carefully stolen from his parent’s refrigerator.
(“Hey, John, do you know what happened to our last SoCo?” “SoCo? What on Earth is that?” “…” “Well, I’m going to the park with Jesse, bye!”)
“I won’t let you. If anything, your legs will just kind of get wedged between my thighs and the bars, and you’ll dangle upside down for a while until you pass out after all the blood rushes to your head-”
“Uh… Thanks…”
“-now give me some of that,” Jesse said, snatching the bottle from John’s grasp.
Jesse sat on one of the swings and took a swig of the beer, patting his lap as he did so, signaling for John to sit down.
John looked at the swing and sat down awkwardly, indeed almost falling backward as he slid one leg between Jesse’s thigh and the chain, and found it even more difficult to get his second leg to cooperate.
Soon enough, though, John found that he was able to sit quite comfortably, even if the chains were sort of digging into his thighs, but he didn’t verbalize this complaint.
“Okay, so, what happens now?” John asked, as he took the bottle from Jesse and took a sip.
“We just take turns rocking back and forth. It’s like swinging normally, except you have two people,” Jesse explained as he used his feet to push back for leverage, and the swing soon started to rock forward.
“Okay, now lean back and kick your legs forward-there you go. Now, just keep doing that.”
“This is so weird,” John mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that they were grinding against each other as they did this. Now, if they were naked, it would have been a whole other story.
He reached between their bodies and grabbed the bottle, taking two large swigs before handing the rest back to Jesse. It burned as it went down his throat, but if a burning sensation was what it took to get thoughts of him and his very male best friend naked-rocking against each other in ways that were far from innocent-out of his mind, he had no room to complain.
Jesse, of course, had his own problems to deal with. Such as the one that was currently growing, quite literally, in his nether-regions. He bit his lip as he continued rocking, and tried thinking about his grandmother naked, to make it go away.
The image alone would have made anyone pledge to live a life of celibacy. But he was a teenage boy, and he had certain needs. Sure, he applauded those who could do it, but surely they cheated every once in a while, right?
Since Jesse could never live a life of celibacy, he only furthered this with tangible proof, as he leaned forward, capturing John’s lips in a sloppy, off-guard kiss.
John didn’t pull away, because if he would have, the swing could give a violent jerk, and he might have ended up as Jesse had so subtly predicted earlier, dangling upside down as all of the blood in his body rushed to his head.
So they remained like that for quite a while, mouths locked as they rocked back and forth on the swing, both silently praying that they wouldn’t lose their balance and plummet to the ground.
John leaned back, breaking the kiss, as he swung his legs upward, keeping the swing rocking. He panted softly until his breathing became regulated and he looked down at Jesse.
“This is really gay.”
“Shut up, John,” Jesse mumbled as he pressed the bottle of Southern Comfort to his lips, “and keep rocking.”