fic: and everything is going to the beat
fic: and everything is going to the beat
John O'Callaghan/Kennedy Brock
NC17, 1879
virgin!kennedy, first time fic, title from passion pit's 'sleepyhead'
They’ve been making out for awhile now and John has to keep shifting, has to keep adjusting his weight to keep from getting hard and to keep Kennedy from noticing. Kennedy’s still a virgin and Kennedy’s still shy even after eight months together and even though John would like nothing more than to pin him to the bed and take him like a wild animal he knows he can’t - Kennedy still blushes when John takes his shirt off.
John’s shirt is open and Kennedy’s has been pushed up above his belly button but that’s all they’ve managed to accomplish. Kennedy’s skin is smooth and pale and every time John touches him he feels the want even more and has to shift. He knows Kennedy must feel his growing hard on against his thigh but for once Kennedy ignores it instead of getting all nervous and flustered.
And okay, it’s kind of fucking cute to watch Kennedy get all flustered and his eyes to get all wide when John finally pulls his dick out but it’s all a little frustrating too. They’ll take one step forward and then fall two steps back and sometimes Kennedy looks like he’s afraid John’s gonna rape him or something which John would never do. But somehow Kennedy manages to rein him in with light kisses and hesitant touches and John can’t do anything when Kennedy kisses him softly but melt into his hands.
Today is no different. John’s finally got to pull back and unzip his jeans to relive the pressure on his dick and Kennedy’s eyes go all wide and he licks his lips and says, “John,” and John says, “sorry, Kennedy, I’ve got to-” and then Kennedy’s hand is inside his underwear and John’s world kind of stops. The angle’s weird and difficult and John’s got to hold himself up over Kennedy but Kennedy’s hand is wrapped around his cock and his thumb is stroking the head and John feels like he might die.
They’ve exchanged handjobs before but only after John had slowly, slowly coaxed Kennedy into it. Never has Kennedy ever touched John without John having to encourage him (which at some point had led to a giant falling out between them; John was annoyed that Kennedy never seemed to want to do anything with him and Kennedy had finally admitted that he was nervous, and scared, and wasn’t sure how to make someone else feel good and once again he’d been able to reign John in).
“Kennedy,” John says and then, “fuck, Kennedy, I gotta,” and flips over onto his back. He kicks off his jeans and pushes his boxers down to free his dick. Kennedy hesitates and then he’s up on his knees and his hand is back around John’s cock and he says, “John, John, I wanna -” and John doesn’t know what he wants but he agrees to it anyway.
Kennedy throws off his shirt -another first- and then crawls between John’s legs. He licks his lips nervously before he scoots down, before he braces both hands on John’s thighs and slowly takes the head of John’s dick into his mouth. John throws his head back because fuck, fuck, Kennedy’s got his cock in his fucking mouth and Kennedy’s mouth has to be John’s own private heaven because it feels so fucking good.
John’s had enough blowjobs in his life to know that Kennedy’s inexperienced. Kennedy’s lips slide down his cock and he chokes, has to pull off. His lips are all red from their previous make out session and a little wet and John wants nothing more to fuck his mouth but doesn’t because he knows better. Kennedy says, “I’m sorry, I’ve never-” and John has to squeeze the base of his dick because it’s such a turn on.
John knows Kennedy needs reassurance so he pulls his head up by his chin, kisses him deep and long and says, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you don’t have to-” and then Kennedy kisses him and says, “I want to,” and John moans.
Kennedy goes back down and he’s a little quicker, takes as much of John’s dick into his mouth as he knows he can. His head bobs up and down and John would think Kennedy was lying about never doing this before if he didn’t know any better. Kennedy’s head looks so good between his legs and his lips are all red, wrapped tightly around John’s cock while his tongue moves at the same pace as his entire mouth. John feels the familiar tingling in his balls and then Kennedy pulls off abruptly and he almost sobs.
“John,” Kennedy says all breathless and when John manages to meet his eyes Kennedy won’t look at him, just looks at John’s cock and his thighs and his face is all red and this is the Kennedy John knows best. A wave of frustration hits John fast and then he remembers to keep his anger in check.
Kennedy says, “John I want to,” stops, says, “John I want you to,” and John wants to yell for him to spit it out but he doesn’t because Kennedy’s shaking a little. Kennedy swallows and finally lifts his head, looks John dead in the eye and says, “I want you to fuck me.”
John almost comes from the way Kennedy says it. He squeezes his dick painfully and then reaches out for Kennedy, touches his jaw gently. “Are you sure?”
Kennedy’s eyes are a little wide and his fingers trace over John’s, catches at his wrist. He says, “yes, yes, I want it to be you,” all out of breath and his eyes a little wild and John’s so filled with want for Kennedy that he doesn’t know how to handle himself, doesn’t know what to do but kiss him.
John moves off the bed to collect the lube and condoms he stores in his sock drawer. They’ve been there for three months already just waiting for this day and John shakes as he reaches in and grabs them. He turns back to the bed and Kennedy’s just pushing his boxers down, is shaking a little. John’s only seen Kennedy completely naked once before and that was only because he’d hadn’t bothered to knock and walked in on Kennedy changing. John closes his eyes, steadies himself, and when he reopens them Kennedy is naked, is licking his lips nervously and looking away from John.
John sheds his shirt and his boxers, crawls on the bed next to Kennedy and sets the lube and condoms next to his head. Kennedy looks at them nervously before he reaches for John and John nestles between his thighs, feels their cocks rub against each other and moans. Kennedy’s thighs shake and John kisses him suddenly, presses his weight down just to hear Kennedy cry out.
“Are you sure?” He asks again and Kennedy nods, touches that place at the back of John’s neck and says, “I know you’ll be gentle.”
John pushes Kennedy’s hair out of his face, grabs the lube and pops the caps. Kennedy watches him with wide eyes as John smears some on his fingers, presses his fingers into John’s shoulder as John rubs his fingers over his hole. Kennedy takes a deep breath and John kisses his knee, pushes just the tip of his finger in before he pulls it out.
Kennedy takes a shuddery breath but he doesn’t protest, doesn’t make a noise of pain and John takes that as a sign to push his finger in. Kennedy seizes up and John says, “baby, babe, you’ve got to relax,” and leans over to kiss him. Kennedy makes another noise but kisses him back weakly. John works his finger in and out and eventually Kennedy starts to relax, eventually Kennedy starts to make little noises and John slips another finger in. John stops momentarily and Kennedy whines, urges John on and John slips his fingers out, kisses Kennedy again.
The wrapper on the condom tears easily and John slides it on, shakes a little when he looks up to find Kennedy watching him. He wants to ask Kennedy if he’s sure again but he doubts he’ll appreciate it. He grabs the base of his dick, Kennedy spreads his legs a little more, and then John is pushing in and meets that first bit of resistance. Kennedy’s face is scrunched in pain and John squeezes his knee, says, “open up for me Kennedy,” and then Kennedy’s relaxing and John slides in, nestles against Kennedy perfectly.
Kennedy feels so good, so fucking good; the best John’s ever felt. He stays still, let’s Kennedy adjust to the feeling of being full. Kennedy’s eyes are closed and they open slowly, are filled with a little pain but mostly lust and John strokes his hip gently.
“Kennedy?” He asks and Kennedy says, “move, please,” and John does, pulls out slowly and pushes back in and Kennedy sucks in a hard breath, has eyes closed again and John kisses him, tries to distract him but it doesn’t seem to work.
“It hurts,” Kennedy hisses, open his eyes and then closes them again. John gives a shallow thrust and Kennedy’s still tight, still obviously not enjoying this. He reaches between them and touches the head of Kenny’s cock and Kenny’s eyes fly open, his breath hitches. “John,” Kennedy says and John tests the waters, pulls out further and works his way back in and finally Kennedy gives, finally his eyes flutter in that way that John knows it means he’s starting to enjoy himself.
“John,” Kennedy gasps, worms his way between them and grabs his cock and John lets him, concentrates more on making it feel good for Kennedy and get off. His thrusts start to speed up and they move to the time of Kennedy’s hands. Kennedy is so tight, feels fucking amazing, feels better than anything he’s ever felt. Kennedy’s back arches and he moans louder now, wraps his legs around John’s waist and pulls him closer and John stomach brushes over the head of his cock every time he thrusts in.
“So fucking tight, Kenny,” John breathes and Kennedy answers with a little gasp of his name.
John looks down at where their bodied are joined, watches the way his cock slides so easily into Kennedy and can’t help but stare, can’t help but look at something he finally has. John looks back up and Kennedy’s saying, “f-fucking creep,” and pulling his face up by his chin for a kiss.
“So fucking beautiful,” John says and Kennedy flushes red, pushes John’s face away with his fingers on his jaw. John laughs restlessly, pulls out and slams back in and the noise Kennedy makes is enough to make John come. He thrusts in wildly with no rhythm and Kennedy makes tiny noises beneath him bordering between pain and pleasure.
John pulls out, feels his body shake and wraps his hand around Kennedy’s cock, knocks his own hand away. He tugs at Kennedy’s cock until Kennedy comes and John kisses him throughout, wipes his hand on the covers when he’s done and collapses next to him. He pulls Kennedy to him and Kennedy buries his face into his neck, says, “thank you.”
Once again John’s heart flutters.
John O'Callaghan/Kennedy Brock
NC17, 1879
virgin!kennedy, first time fic, title from passion pit's 'sleepyhead'
They’ve been making out for awhile now and John has to keep shifting, has to keep adjusting his weight to keep from getting hard and to keep Kennedy from noticing. Kennedy’s still a virgin and Kennedy’s still shy even after eight months together and even though John would like nothing more than to pin him to the bed and take him like a wild animal he knows he can’t - Kennedy still blushes when John takes his shirt off.
John’s shirt is open and Kennedy’s has been pushed up above his belly button but that’s all they’ve managed to accomplish. Kennedy’s skin is smooth and pale and every time John touches him he feels the want even more and has to shift. He knows Kennedy must feel his growing hard on against his thigh but for once Kennedy ignores it instead of getting all nervous and flustered.
And okay, it’s kind of fucking cute to watch Kennedy get all flustered and his eyes to get all wide when John finally pulls his dick out but it’s all a little frustrating too. They’ll take one step forward and then fall two steps back and sometimes Kennedy looks like he’s afraid John’s gonna rape him or something which John would never do. But somehow Kennedy manages to rein him in with light kisses and hesitant touches and John can’t do anything when Kennedy kisses him softly but melt into his hands.
Today is no different. John’s finally got to pull back and unzip his jeans to relive the pressure on his dick and Kennedy’s eyes go all wide and he licks his lips and says, “John,” and John says, “sorry, Kennedy, I’ve got to-” and then Kennedy’s hand is inside his underwear and John’s world kind of stops. The angle’s weird and difficult and John’s got to hold himself up over Kennedy but Kennedy’s hand is wrapped around his cock and his thumb is stroking the head and John feels like he might die.
They’ve exchanged handjobs before but only after John had slowly, slowly coaxed Kennedy into it. Never has Kennedy ever touched John without John having to encourage him (which at some point had led to a giant falling out between them; John was annoyed that Kennedy never seemed to want to do anything with him and Kennedy had finally admitted that he was nervous, and scared, and wasn’t sure how to make someone else feel good and once again he’d been able to reign John in).
“Kennedy,” John says and then, “fuck, Kennedy, I gotta,” and flips over onto his back. He kicks off his jeans and pushes his boxers down to free his dick. Kennedy hesitates and then he’s up on his knees and his hand is back around John’s cock and he says, “John, John, I wanna -” and John doesn’t know what he wants but he agrees to it anyway.
Kennedy throws off his shirt -another first- and then crawls between John’s legs. He licks his lips nervously before he scoots down, before he braces both hands on John’s thighs and slowly takes the head of John’s dick into his mouth. John throws his head back because fuck, fuck, Kennedy’s got his cock in his fucking mouth and Kennedy’s mouth has to be John’s own private heaven because it feels so fucking good.
John’s had enough blowjobs in his life to know that Kennedy’s inexperienced. Kennedy’s lips slide down his cock and he chokes, has to pull off. His lips are all red from their previous make out session and a little wet and John wants nothing more to fuck his mouth but doesn’t because he knows better. Kennedy says, “I’m sorry, I’ve never-” and John has to squeeze the base of his dick because it’s such a turn on.
John knows Kennedy needs reassurance so he pulls his head up by his chin, kisses him deep and long and says, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you don’t have to-” and then Kennedy kisses him and says, “I want to,” and John moans.
Kennedy goes back down and he’s a little quicker, takes as much of John’s dick into his mouth as he knows he can. His head bobs up and down and John would think Kennedy was lying about never doing this before if he didn’t know any better. Kennedy’s head looks so good between his legs and his lips are all red, wrapped tightly around John’s cock while his tongue moves at the same pace as his entire mouth. John feels the familiar tingling in his balls and then Kennedy pulls off abruptly and he almost sobs.
“John,” Kennedy says all breathless and when John manages to meet his eyes Kennedy won’t look at him, just looks at John’s cock and his thighs and his face is all red and this is the Kennedy John knows best. A wave of frustration hits John fast and then he remembers to keep his anger in check.
Kennedy says, “John I want to,” stops, says, “John I want you to,” and John wants to yell for him to spit it out but he doesn’t because Kennedy’s shaking a little. Kennedy swallows and finally lifts his head, looks John dead in the eye and says, “I want you to fuck me.”
John almost comes from the way Kennedy says it. He squeezes his dick painfully and then reaches out for Kennedy, touches his jaw gently. “Are you sure?”
Kennedy’s eyes are a little wide and his fingers trace over John’s, catches at his wrist. He says, “yes, yes, I want it to be you,” all out of breath and his eyes a little wild and John’s so filled with want for Kennedy that he doesn’t know how to handle himself, doesn’t know what to do but kiss him.
John moves off the bed to collect the lube and condoms he stores in his sock drawer. They’ve been there for three months already just waiting for this day and John shakes as he reaches in and grabs them. He turns back to the bed and Kennedy’s just pushing his boxers down, is shaking a little. John’s only seen Kennedy completely naked once before and that was only because he’d hadn’t bothered to knock and walked in on Kennedy changing. John closes his eyes, steadies himself, and when he reopens them Kennedy is naked, is licking his lips nervously and looking away from John.
John sheds his shirt and his boxers, crawls on the bed next to Kennedy and sets the lube and condoms next to his head. Kennedy looks at them nervously before he reaches for John and John nestles between his thighs, feels their cocks rub against each other and moans. Kennedy’s thighs shake and John kisses him suddenly, presses his weight down just to hear Kennedy cry out.
“Are you sure?” He asks again and Kennedy nods, touches that place at the back of John’s neck and says, “I know you’ll be gentle.”
John pushes Kennedy’s hair out of his face, grabs the lube and pops the caps. Kennedy watches him with wide eyes as John smears some on his fingers, presses his fingers into John’s shoulder as John rubs his fingers over his hole. Kennedy takes a deep breath and John kisses his knee, pushes just the tip of his finger in before he pulls it out.
Kennedy takes a shuddery breath but he doesn’t protest, doesn’t make a noise of pain and John takes that as a sign to push his finger in. Kennedy seizes up and John says, “baby, babe, you’ve got to relax,” and leans over to kiss him. Kennedy makes another noise but kisses him back weakly. John works his finger in and out and eventually Kennedy starts to relax, eventually Kennedy starts to make little noises and John slips another finger in. John stops momentarily and Kennedy whines, urges John on and John slips his fingers out, kisses Kennedy again.
The wrapper on the condom tears easily and John slides it on, shakes a little when he looks up to find Kennedy watching him. He wants to ask Kennedy if he’s sure again but he doubts he’ll appreciate it. He grabs the base of his dick, Kennedy spreads his legs a little more, and then John is pushing in and meets that first bit of resistance. Kennedy’s face is scrunched in pain and John squeezes his knee, says, “open up for me Kennedy,” and then Kennedy’s relaxing and John slides in, nestles against Kennedy perfectly.
Kennedy feels so good, so fucking good; the best John’s ever felt. He stays still, let’s Kennedy adjust to the feeling of being full. Kennedy’s eyes are closed and they open slowly, are filled with a little pain but mostly lust and John strokes his hip gently.
“Kennedy?” He asks and Kennedy says, “move, please,” and John does, pulls out slowly and pushes back in and Kennedy sucks in a hard breath, has eyes closed again and John kisses him, tries to distract him but it doesn’t seem to work.
“It hurts,” Kennedy hisses, open his eyes and then closes them again. John gives a shallow thrust and Kennedy’s still tight, still obviously not enjoying this. He reaches between them and touches the head of Kenny’s cock and Kenny’s eyes fly open, his breath hitches. “John,” Kennedy says and John tests the waters, pulls out further and works his way back in and finally Kennedy gives, finally his eyes flutter in that way that John knows it means he’s starting to enjoy himself.
“John,” Kennedy gasps, worms his way between them and grabs his cock and John lets him, concentrates more on making it feel good for Kennedy and get off. His thrusts start to speed up and they move to the time of Kennedy’s hands. Kennedy is so tight, feels fucking amazing, feels better than anything he’s ever felt. Kennedy’s back arches and he moans louder now, wraps his legs around John’s waist and pulls him closer and John stomach brushes over the head of his cock every time he thrusts in.
“So fucking tight, Kenny,” John breathes and Kennedy answers with a little gasp of his name.
John looks down at where their bodied are joined, watches the way his cock slides so easily into Kennedy and can’t help but stare, can’t help but look at something he finally has. John looks back up and Kennedy’s saying, “f-fucking creep,” and pulling his face up by his chin for a kiss.
“So fucking beautiful,” John says and Kennedy flushes red, pushes John’s face away with his fingers on his jaw. John laughs restlessly, pulls out and slams back in and the noise Kennedy makes is enough to make John come. He thrusts in wildly with no rhythm and Kennedy makes tiny noises beneath him bordering between pain and pleasure.
John pulls out, feels his body shake and wraps his hand around Kennedy’s cock, knocks his own hand away. He tugs at Kennedy’s cock until Kennedy comes and John kisses him throughout, wipes his hand on the covers when he’s done and collapses next to him. He pulls Kennedy to him and Kennedy buries his face into his neck, says, “thank you.”
Once again John’s heart flutters.