just a little bit of writing
Here's the somewhat slash writing in which I have written. It is between my character and Sara's.
Disclaimer: Sara owns Geoff. I own Jon.
Do not read if you do not like slash (guy/guy) or explicit nonsense.
“I will hold him to his word,” mumbled nerdy Jon Riley as he fast walked down the road to the nearest bus stop, backpack slung over his shoulder. “I will make him show me.” He sat on the hard, desolate, iron chairs designed with a cover over them as shelter for bus goers. Once the large beast came to a stop, the red haired man climbed the stairs, paid his dues, and found a seat in a warmer chair than before.
After a while of colorful green forests, constantly chatty girls, and awkward fast paced stopping, Jon’s stop came. He thanked the driver with a smile and quickly departed the bus. He continued his trek to his fervent destination, which Jon was very delighted to see it was close by. The blue eyes glanced at the well kept lawn, with the tall staircase, which led to the large stone house - no, mansion.
He grabbed the paper on door mat before rapping his soft knuckles against the rough wooden door. A little boy answered, almost frightened to see a visitor after the sun had set.
“H-hello?” Asked the petrified 5 year old.
“Is your brother, Geoff, home?” The Irish man asked sweetly. The boy closed the door with a quick slam, causing Jon to jump a bit. He stood at the door, wondering if his friend had moved from the last time he had come over. Just before he was about to leave, the door opened again.
“Jon,” said a tall, broader set man with dark hair. “Come in, I thought you would never show up.” His voice was set at one single tone, and yet held more emotion than a pubescent tween girl. The man moved aside, opening the door enough for the red haired man to come inside.
“Thanks,” Jon said, awkwardly stepping through the threshold. “I forgot how big your house was, Geoff.”
“Yeah,” the larger man said, leading his friend towards a room Jon had been before; Geoff’s room. Very few people were allowed in that room, and at one time, the Irishman basically lived there.
Nothing had changed in the room; the bed lay in the same spot, while there were almost the same posters on the walls. Just a few had changed, mostly the naked girls were taken down. Jon cackled, while he walked towards the desk. In place of a desktop, there was a new Mac book laptop, with papers scattered across the cherry wood desk. He picked up a few, sat in the swivel chair and began reading parts.
“Your grammar has gotten better,” noted Jon, putting down the papers and swiveling towards his friend. Geoff sniffed in response as he put a sweet smelling lotion on his hands. “Wha… what’s that for?”
Without reply, Geoff slowly stepped across the room and leaned close to the nerdy face. He whispered something inaudible for Jon’s now squash like mind to comprehend. All he understood was “bed.” The red haired man stood numbly and made his way to the well kept bed, which was luckily near the chair, or he might have fallen.
“Lay.”
Jon did lay. He lay flat against the bed, head spinning with mixed emotions. He squirmed when his friend touched him while taking off Jon’s kakis to reveal tightly fit boxers. Geoff’s hands slowly caressed the soft pale stomach as he unbuttoned the black dress shirt.
The Irishman appreciated the sensations. He groaned slightly, trying to disarm his member, which was rapidly growing.
“Stop,” said the more dominate male. “I’ll get rid of it for you.” He winked, Jon’s eyes widened. Geoff laid on his side, slowly making his way under Jon’s boxers. He groped the already throbbing and dripping cock firmly in his hand. The red head gasped.
“Geoff, please! I’m don’t think I am ready-“ but that was all that was said before silence and soon, soft moaning which escaped Jon’s mouth.
He writhed with the swift pumping, while grabbing the large darker haired male’s body for comfort. His mouth found Geoff’s and they kissed long and hard, moans escaping every so often. Jon convulsed as Geoff’s mouth traveled down his neck, nipping, licking, biting. Right before climax, Jon grabbed the body on top of him and held on tight for the ride about to happen.
Geoff, realizing what was about to happen, pumped only a few more times before feeling wet sensation in his hand. He grabbed the trembling and writhing body beneath him, happy with his work, his finished masterpiece.
Jon breathed heavily, still twitching yet calming from the heaving explosion. He felt suddenly tired, but knew he must clean up before heading to bed. After a few minutes of laying, the red haired and the dark haired males made their way to the bathroom to tidy up a bit.
Geoff was the first one finished, but stayed to show the Irishman how to clean up after such a war. Finally, after the longest thirty minutes of Jon’s life, the two boys fell into bed, exhausted.
There was no speaking, no kissing, no touching before both drifted into a heavy slumber for a good night’s rest.
Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Sara owns Geoff. I own Jon.
Do not read if you do not like slash (guy/guy) or explicit nonsense.
“I will hold him to his word,” mumbled nerdy Jon Riley as he fast walked down the road to the nearest bus stop, backpack slung over his shoulder. “I will make him show me.” He sat on the hard, desolate, iron chairs designed with a cover over them as shelter for bus goers. Once the large beast came to a stop, the red haired man climbed the stairs, paid his dues, and found a seat in a warmer chair than before.
After a while of colorful green forests, constantly chatty girls, and awkward fast paced stopping, Jon’s stop came. He thanked the driver with a smile and quickly departed the bus. He continued his trek to his fervent destination, which Jon was very delighted to see it was close by. The blue eyes glanced at the well kept lawn, with the tall staircase, which led to the large stone house - no, mansion.
He grabbed the paper on door mat before rapping his soft knuckles against the rough wooden door. A little boy answered, almost frightened to see a visitor after the sun had set.
“H-hello?” Asked the petrified 5 year old.
“Is your brother, Geoff, home?” The Irish man asked sweetly. The boy closed the door with a quick slam, causing Jon to jump a bit. He stood at the door, wondering if his friend had moved from the last time he had come over. Just before he was about to leave, the door opened again.
“Jon,” said a tall, broader set man with dark hair. “Come in, I thought you would never show up.” His voice was set at one single tone, and yet held more emotion than a pubescent tween girl. The man moved aside, opening the door enough for the red haired man to come inside.
“Thanks,” Jon said, awkwardly stepping through the threshold. “I forgot how big your house was, Geoff.”
“Yeah,” the larger man said, leading his friend towards a room Jon had been before; Geoff’s room. Very few people were allowed in that room, and at one time, the Irishman basically lived there.
Nothing had changed in the room; the bed lay in the same spot, while there were almost the same posters on the walls. Just a few had changed, mostly the naked girls were taken down. Jon cackled, while he walked towards the desk. In place of a desktop, there was a new Mac book laptop, with papers scattered across the cherry wood desk. He picked up a few, sat in the swivel chair and began reading parts.
“Your grammar has gotten better,” noted Jon, putting down the papers and swiveling towards his friend. Geoff sniffed in response as he put a sweet smelling lotion on his hands. “Wha… what’s that for?”
Without reply, Geoff slowly stepped across the room and leaned close to the nerdy face. He whispered something inaudible for Jon’s now squash like mind to comprehend. All he understood was “bed.” The red haired man stood numbly and made his way to the well kept bed, which was luckily near the chair, or he might have fallen.
“Lay.”
Jon did lay. He lay flat against the bed, head spinning with mixed emotions. He squirmed when his friend touched him while taking off Jon’s kakis to reveal tightly fit boxers. Geoff’s hands slowly caressed the soft pale stomach as he unbuttoned the black dress shirt.
The Irishman appreciated the sensations. He groaned slightly, trying to disarm his member, which was rapidly growing.
“Stop,” said the more dominate male. “I’ll get rid of it for you.” He winked, Jon’s eyes widened. Geoff laid on his side, slowly making his way under Jon’s boxers. He groped the already throbbing and dripping cock firmly in his hand. The red head gasped.
“Geoff, please! I’m don’t think I am ready-“ but that was all that was said before silence and soon, soft moaning which escaped Jon’s mouth.
He writhed with the swift pumping, while grabbing the large darker haired male’s body for comfort. His mouth found Geoff’s and they kissed long and hard, moans escaping every so often. Jon convulsed as Geoff’s mouth traveled down his neck, nipping, licking, biting. Right before climax, Jon grabbed the body on top of him and held on tight for the ride about to happen.
Geoff, realizing what was about to happen, pumped only a few more times before feeling wet sensation in his hand. He grabbed the trembling and writhing body beneath him, happy with his work, his finished masterpiece.
Jon breathed heavily, still twitching yet calming from the heaving explosion. He felt suddenly tired, but knew he must clean up before heading to bed. After a few minutes of laying, the red haired and the dark haired males made their way to the bathroom to tidy up a bit.
Geoff was the first one finished, but stayed to show the Irishman how to clean up after such a war. Finally, after the longest thirty minutes of Jon’s life, the two boys fell into bed, exhausted.
There was no speaking, no kissing, no touching before both drifted into a heavy slumber for a good night’s rest.
Thanks for reading!