Ficlet: Joe/Nick, first-time fingering
I can finally cross ONE THING off of my fic ‘to-do’ list. Here’s 600 words of Nick fingering Joe for the first time for ashavahishta , from that drabble prompt meme.
They’re kissing, soft and hot, and it’s somehow better, more intense than it’s ever been before. Usually Nick holds him off, keeping their hips misaligned so that they’re always a couple of inches away from really feeling each other, but today, Nick is ravenous. He’s got Joe sprawled on top of him, but he’s absolutely in the driver’s seat, digging his thick little fingers into the meat of Joe’s ass and grinding their dicks together.
Joe can’t stop himself from groaning against Nick’s mouth. It feels so good, crazy good, like it’s going somewhere. Like they’re going to get past humping each other until they have to stop, go to their separate beds and jerk off furiously into their separate wads of tissues.
When Nick slips his hands into the back of Joe’s shorts, Joe blurts out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” against Nick’s ear. His face flushes hot when he realizes he’s begging, but he wants it, wants it so bad that he doesn’t care. And when Nick grabs him, holds his hips down, spreads his cheeks so that Joe can feel how his hole is all exposed, he begs some more. “That’s it,” he whispers, “get in there. C’mon, get in- want you inside-”
It’s all he can think about, getting Nick up in there, filling him up. As Nick groans and humps up against him, Joe clenches his hole, then relaxes it, pushing it open, feeling it ache. “Gimme a finger,” he pleads, “if you won’t give me y-your- oh!”
Nick pushes a thick dry fingertip right in, no teasing, no beating around the bush. Just jabs at Joe’s hole, pressing and pressing until the tip of his middle finger pops in, pushing and dragging at the skin there. Nick’s got him by one cheek, holding him open while he fucks his fat little finger in, so Joe fumbles for his other knee and pulls it up so he’s spread wide, so Nick has better access.
“Oh f-fuh,” Nick groans. “Gonna,” he says, and Joe thinks, yeah, you’re gonna.
Nick’s rough with him and it hurts. But when Nick arches and blows his load, making Joe’s belly all messy with his cream, Joe just whines, imagining what it will feel like when Nick shoots all of that inside his ass, how slick and easy it will make things. He humps back against Nick’s hand, still rough but now Joe’s desperate for it, and Nick slips further in.
“Jesus Joe,” Nick is whispering, curling up so that he can reach better. “This what you want?”
Joe nods against Nick’s neck; fucks against Nick’s slippery belly until he comes with a pained grunt.
When they’re done, Nick pushes Joe onto his stomach and says, “Let me see,” pushing Joe’s leg up and open. He spreads Joe open and touches at his sore hole, fascinated. “Oh, oh man, Joe. Did I hurt you?”
Joe shakes his head jerkily against the pillow, cheeks going pink with how Nick’s just staring at him there.
Nick slaps him lightly on the butt, nudging at Joe’s legs until Joe’s got his knees tucked under him, ass raised slightly off the bed. He thumbs at Joe’s hole, letting his blunt nail catch at the skin and pull Joe open before he lowers his mouth down and kisses Joe there, like he’s Frenching him. Joe whimpers as Nick’s fat mouth and soft tongue soothe the ache there. He slips one hand out from under his own body and grabs at Nick’s hand on his hip. Nick tangles their fingers together and kisses at him until Joe’s weak and boneless in the bed.
They’re kissing, soft and hot, and it’s somehow better, more intense than it’s ever been before. Usually Nick holds him off, keeping their hips misaligned so that they’re always a couple of inches away from really feeling each other, but today, Nick is ravenous. He’s got Joe sprawled on top of him, but he’s absolutely in the driver’s seat, digging his thick little fingers into the meat of Joe’s ass and grinding their dicks together.
Joe can’t stop himself from groaning against Nick’s mouth. It feels so good, crazy good, like it’s going somewhere. Like they’re going to get past humping each other until they have to stop, go to their separate beds and jerk off furiously into their separate wads of tissues.
When Nick slips his hands into the back of Joe’s shorts, Joe blurts out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” against Nick’s ear. His face flushes hot when he realizes he’s begging, but he wants it, wants it so bad that he doesn’t care. And when Nick grabs him, holds his hips down, spreads his cheeks so that Joe can feel how his hole is all exposed, he begs some more. “That’s it,” he whispers, “get in there. C’mon, get in- want you inside-”
It’s all he can think about, getting Nick up in there, filling him up. As Nick groans and humps up against him, Joe clenches his hole, then relaxes it, pushing it open, feeling it ache. “Gimme a finger,” he pleads, “if you won’t give me y-your- oh!”
Nick pushes a thick dry fingertip right in, no teasing, no beating around the bush. Just jabs at Joe’s hole, pressing and pressing until the tip of his middle finger pops in, pushing and dragging at the skin there. Nick’s got him by one cheek, holding him open while he fucks his fat little finger in, so Joe fumbles for his other knee and pulls it up so he’s spread wide, so Nick has better access.
“Oh f-fuh,” Nick groans. “Gonna,” he says, and Joe thinks, yeah, you’re gonna.
Nick’s rough with him and it hurts. But when Nick arches and blows his load, making Joe’s belly all messy with his cream, Joe just whines, imagining what it will feel like when Nick shoots all of that inside his ass, how slick and easy it will make things. He humps back against Nick’s hand, still rough but now Joe’s desperate for it, and Nick slips further in.
“Jesus Joe,” Nick is whispering, curling up so that he can reach better. “This what you want?”
Joe nods against Nick’s neck; fucks against Nick’s slippery belly until he comes with a pained grunt.
When they’re done, Nick pushes Joe onto his stomach and says, “Let me see,” pushing Joe’s leg up and open. He spreads Joe open and touches at his sore hole, fascinated. “Oh, oh man, Joe. Did I hurt you?”
Joe shakes his head jerkily against the pillow, cheeks going pink with how Nick’s just staring at him there.
Nick slaps him lightly on the butt, nudging at Joe’s legs until Joe’s got his knees tucked under him, ass raised slightly off the bed. He thumbs at Joe’s hole, letting his blunt nail catch at the skin and pull Joe open before he lowers his mouth down and kisses Joe there, like he’s Frenching him. Joe whimpers as Nick’s fat mouth and soft tongue soothe the ache there. He slips one hand out from under his own body and grabs at Nick’s hand on his hip. Nick tangles their fingers together and kisses at him until Joe’s weak and boneless in the bed.