A Very Bad Stupid Bad Idea (But They Don’t Care) , John/Sam, NC-17
Title: A Very Bad Stupid Bad Idea (But They Don’t Care)
Fandom: I Am Number Four
Pairing: John/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
A/N: This only makes sense if you ignore the 'John's species can only fall in love with one person' thing.
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“I can’t believe you’ve never played ‘I Never.’”
John shrugged at his friend who was sitting on the couch next to him, holding a bottle of tequila.
“Come on, you’ve been to half a dozen different high schools and you’ve never played?”
“I usually avoided socializing too much. Henri-“ he broke off. Six months later, it was still painful to talk about.
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then Sam said “so do you wanna play?”
“Maybe. How do you play?”
“We take it in turns to make a statement, like “I never have been overseas” and if you have, you drink.”
John considered for a few seconds. He was missing Sarah terribly, and he hoped that getting drunk might help to lessen the ache. And Sam was looking at him with eager puppy-dog eyes.
“Alright, I’ll play.”
The questions started out pretty mundane, like ‘I never cheated on a test’ and ‘I never went to Disneyland’ but ended up veering toward more personal territory fairly quickly.
“I never had someone walk in on me while jerking off.”
They both drank. The mental image of Sam touching himself popped unbidden into John’s head and he stubbornly tried to push it away. The slight flush on Sam’s cheeks made him wonder whether Sam was having similar thoughts about him.
“I never have fantasized about a man while jerking off,” Sam said, trying to sound casual but a slight tremor in his voice gave him away.
They held eye contact for a long second before they both drank. John realized this was heading toward dangerous territory, but he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it.
“I never gave a guy a blowjob,” he says and drinks, enjoying the way Sam bites at his bottom lip and flushes bright pink before taking a drink.
John noticed that as they had steadily gotten drunker, Sam had steadily gotten closer to him, inching his way across the couch. Now their thighs and shoulders were pressed together, they were both hard and they knew the other knew. It was fucking distracting.
He tried to stop himself from thinking about it because the more he focused on Sam, the more the room seemed to be getting warmer and his pulse quickened at the feel of Sam’s eyes on him. But he didn’t move away.
Which is why he only has himself to blame when Sam finally leans over and kisses him, soft and hesitant, tasting of tequila and desperation.
John forces himself to pull away, because he can’t do this, can’t let this happen because he loves Sarah.
“Sam. Don’t,” he says breathlessly, almost pleading rather than ordering because his heart is racing and he can hardly think.
“Why?”
“I can’t. I just can’t. Sarah...”
“I know you love her John, but this is just sex. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Sam kisses him again, slow and sweet and John’s body is already thrumming with arousal.
“She’d understand.”
Sam’s kissing a path up his neck and John arches (almost) unconsciously to give him better access.
“It’s just sex,” Sam repeats, and captures John’s lips in a deeper, more forceful kiss, as if he already knows he’s won.
John tries to summon up the willpower to push him away, he really does, but he’s just too damn lonely and horny and drunk and before he knows it he’s wrapping his arms around Sam’s slim waist and returning the kiss passionately. Guilt will come later, he knows, but at the moment he doesn’t care.
Sam groans into his mouth and fluidly moves to straddle him. Their bodies are flush together and Sam’s fingers are twined through John’s hair, tilting his head back so he can plunder his mouth. Even though John is the physically stronger of the two, there can be no mistaking that Sam is in control at the moment.
John’s hands slide under Sam’s shirt, stroking the warm skin of his back, moving down further to cup his ass and grind their hips together. They break apart, gasping as their erections rub against each other through layers of denim.
Sam unbuttons John’s shirt, his mouth following the path of his hands, his tongue exploring each new patch of skin as it was exposed.
John moans when Sam sucks and licks at a nipple, his fingers teasing the other. Then he moves down further, dipping his tongue into John’s navel.
John’s dick throbs.
Keeping their eyes locked together, Sam sensuously rubs his cheek against John’s cock, hard and hot and straining against its confinements.
John’s breath catches in his throat and he’s on the verge of begging from that one simple action.
Sam undoes John’s pants and tugs them down. He slowly runs his hands up his thighs, licking his lips and John’s almost trembling with anticipation. Then, keeping his eyes locked on John’s, he leans forward and takes John’s cock into his hot, wet mouth.
Oh.
Fuck, it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. He runs his fingers through Sam’s hair, trying not to pull too hard or buck his hips up and only partially succeeding.
“Mmm, fuck,” John murmurs, “So good, fuck, Sam.”
Sam starts humming and takes him deeper, swallowing his whole length. His throat muscles work around John’s aching shaft and he momentarily forgets how to breathe. At the same time, Sam’s fondling his balls and his tongue is lashing over the sensitive head with every stroke, like he’s trying to undo John as quickly as possible.
It only takes a few minutes before Sam’s talented mouth breaks John’s control. Little whines of pleasure start to escape his throat. He’s squirming and panting, body going into sensory overload as he gets closer to his peak. Sam sucks harder, faster and John feels every muscle tensing in anticipation of his orgasm.
He barely manages to gasp out “gonna come” before he’s arching up and groaning in ecstasy as he spills into Sam’s mouth. Sam swallows it all, working John through the aftershocks until he’s trembling from the over-stimulation.
Sam pulls back. He’s panting slightly, his hair is ruffled from John’s fingers and his cheeks are stained a lovely red to match his full, pretty lips. Full, pretty pink lips that Sam is licking a stray drop of come off of.
Fuck.
John seizes the smaller boy by the shoulders and drags him up for a hungry kiss. Sam whimpers into his mouth and presses his erection against John’s hip, rutting against him shamelessly.
“Please, please,” he gasps in between deep kisses. “John, please.”
John fumbles with Sam’s jeans and finally gets them open, reaching a hand in to his underwear to gently squeeze Sam’s cock. Sam moans beautifully and arches against his hand.
John pulls Sam’s boxers down and pushes him back a little until he can get his mouth around Sam’s arousal. Sam mewls helplessly, his eyelids flutter shut and hands fly up to tangle in John’s hair.
“Oh, oh John!”
John hollows his cheeks, sucking hard and working his tongue in ways that drag little cries of pleasure from Sam. John runs his hands up Sam’s trembling thighs, then around to grab his ass. He squeezes the pert globes, encouraging Sam to thrust forward deeper into his mouth.
He can tell Sam is close from the way he’s biting at his lip and breathing unevenly. John breaks his rhythm for a moment to wet one finger, then goes back to sucking Sam’s cock.
Sam blinks at him in confusion for a second, then his eyes go wide in surprise and arousal as he realizes John’s intent. John lightly brushes his finger over Sam’s hole and meets his eyes, silently asking him if this is ok.
“Yes, God yes!” Sam gasps. “Do it, please.”
John obliges, sliding his finger into tight heat, feeling Sam tense around his finger when he curls it to press and rub against his sweet spot.
“Oh oh oh John, John!” Sam gasps, then he goes still and silent for a moment, and then he’s coming hot and wet on John’s tongue, keening his pleasure. John swallows the salty-sweet fluid, milking every drop from Sam’s twitching dick.
Panting, Sam collapses next to him on the couch.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “That was good. We should do that again. Soon.”
John murmurs an agreement, even as he feels guilt for cheating on Sarah start to crash over him. Even worse, he knows it will happen again. And again.
He also knows that casual, emotionless sex does not work with someone you care deeply for. He can already see himself feeling like he could fall for Sam. And the way Sam is looking at him is ringing warning bells in John’s head. They’re fucked. They’re so fucked. And John knows with complete certainty that he is going to let it happen.
He leans forward and kisses Sam, slow and tender, and Sam kisses back.