fic: youth in all its glory
title: youth in all its glory
pairing: john terry/sergio canales
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
au: john is a lawyer who is enjoying his much needed day off.
With the bass of drum pulsing through his body, a drink in his hand, a girl on his arm, John thinks his Saturday night cannot get any better. The blonde he’s with (of course he doesn’t know her name - it isn’t necessary) has been all over him, licking and nibbling on his earlobe and neck like he’s the only thing she knows. John loves it. It’s been a crazy week for him.
John Terry is the hottest lawyer in London (figuratively and literally). Simply he’s the best at what he does. However this also means he rarely gets a day off. From case to case, office to courts and back, days become a blur of unfamiliar guilty faces and tiny black letters on stark white pages. Therefore his days off whenever they are an epic gong-show.
“I need another drink, love and so do you,” John says into the already intoxicated girl’s ear. It’s loud and he’s sure she doesn’t hear the words but gets a nod from her anyway. He looks around for the server of his table and when he doesn’t see the brunette with legs for days he inches forward towards the bottle of Grey Goose that chills on ice in front of him. Before he can wrap his fingers around the bottle however someone else swoops in and picks it up.
“Sorry Sir. Let me.”
The slight lilt of something foreign in the voice has John turning immediately. A boy (and really that’s the only way he could describe him - is he even old enough to be in the club?) with shaggy blond hair with bright green eyes and pouty pink lips gives him a smile as he tilts the bottle and pours out two drinks. John cannot take his off him, not that he wants to.
“Here you go, Sir.”
John takes the offered glass and hands it to the girl who hasn’t let up on his neck yet before taking the second one. His fingers brush against the boy’s and suddenly John has this urge to not let this boy go.
“You work here? Are you even 18?”
The boy laughs as he straightens up. He fiddles with the top of the vodka bottle, something he does out of nervousness though he’s trying his best to not let it show. He usually doesn’t converse with the customers, usually doesn’t serve the drinks. He’s just there to make sure the tables are kept clean.
“Yes.”
“Where are you from?”
“Spain.”
“A little far from home aren’t ya, lad?” John asks with a smirk before shuffling when the girl he’s with moves off him. She just leaves without saying a word and if it weren’t for the boy John would ask after her.
“Si.”
John lets his eyes wander from the boy’s head to toes, not caring that he’s openly eye-fucking him. He actually likes the blush that flushes such youthful cheeks.
“What’s your name, lad?”
“Sergio.”
“Hmmm Sergio,” John hums as he slides forward in his seat. He likes the way the name feels on his tongue. “Get me another bottle will ya? I feel like staying a little longer now.”
The look John gives him has him flushing further and he cannot help but stutter. “S-sure s-sir.”
As he walks away, John’s eyes are glued on his ass. Right then and there he decides on what he wants. And whatever John wants, John gets.
**
It’s just past four o’clock in the morning and the club is slowly unpacking. Luckily for Sergio he doesn’t have to stay until everyone is gone. He’s done for the night and is very exhausted. As he heads to the back, Sergio undoes a few of the buttons on his black dress shirt. He cannot wait to get home and change into sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Going home, Sergio?”
He whips around at the voice, startled to see the only patron he had served personally that night.
“Easy lad. I won’t bite... well unless you want me to.”
John laughs as he steps towards Sergio, towering over the boy. The light is dim but enough to highlight such depth of Sergio’s green eyes. He lifts his hands to caress a soft cheek with rough fingers.
“You are beautiful you know that?”
“T-thank you,” Sergio barely gets out as he is backed against the wall. “I-I have to go.”
“But I want to show you how beautiful you really are.”
Lips clash together; the kiss is all consuming. John’s tongue breaks down Sergio defences and in no time has him relaxing into it. Simply the boy has become like putty in John’s hands.
Hands come around Sergio’s middle and undo his trousers quickly and with expertise.
“So beautiful,” John mutters against his mouth. He can taste Sergio’s inexperience on his tongue and it’s addictive. He pulls back, his eyes roaming over slick red bruised lips. The fact that he made them like that makes his cock switch.
A hand snakes into Sergio’s trousers and wraps around his cock. He moans loudly and wantonly that when he catches himself he blushes profusely. He wants to ask for more, beg if his voice isn’t caught in his throat. John however needs no instructions on how to pleasure another.
A tongue sweeps into his mouth again and Sergio no longer relies on himself to remain standing. He’s in John’s hands now, utterly, completely. Literally.
It’s getting too hot too quickly. Drops of perspiration begin to pool on the boy’s forehead, under his arms and cling to his black shirt. He’s close and cannot help the needy sound that escapes his lips and falls into John’s mouth.
He only swallows it up eagerly and works his hand a little quicker. This boy is becoming addictive. If only John were allowed to show him what he could really do.
The boy literally falls apart in his arms, his body shuddering violently as he reaches his orgasm. His thick come covers John’s fingers and he smiles against Sergio’s mouth. After the shaking subsides, he slowly pulls his fingers out from his trousers and places his index finger against reddened lips. When Sergio doesn’t open his mouth but just looks down instead, his dark lashes framing his pale skin, John laughs.
“No? Okay. All mine then.”
Making sure youthful eyes are trained on him, John slips the finger between his lips, licking away at the digit in a not-so-subtle way. When he sees Sergio’s eyes widen, he tries again, this time offering his middle finger.
His eyes are still cast downward but he complies this time around and takes the finger into his mouth. The taste explodes on his tongue, salt and musk. Sergio surprises himself by taking the digit even further into his mouth.
Reluctantly John pulls away after a moment. He kisses him softly, a grin on his lips.
“I’m leaving in ten minutes. Be outside by the white limo otherwise thank you for the pleasure.”
Sergio just stares at his backside as the older man whisks away.
pairing: john terry/sergio canales
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
au: john is a lawyer who is enjoying his much needed day off.
With the bass of drum pulsing through his body, a drink in his hand, a girl on his arm, John thinks his Saturday night cannot get any better. The blonde he’s with (of course he doesn’t know her name - it isn’t necessary) has been all over him, licking and nibbling on his earlobe and neck like he’s the only thing she knows. John loves it. It’s been a crazy week for him.
John Terry is the hottest lawyer in London (figuratively and literally). Simply he’s the best at what he does. However this also means he rarely gets a day off. From case to case, office to courts and back, days become a blur of unfamiliar guilty faces and tiny black letters on stark white pages. Therefore his days off whenever they are an epic gong-show.
“I need another drink, love and so do you,” John says into the already intoxicated girl’s ear. It’s loud and he’s sure she doesn’t hear the words but gets a nod from her anyway. He looks around for the server of his table and when he doesn’t see the brunette with legs for days he inches forward towards the bottle of Grey Goose that chills on ice in front of him. Before he can wrap his fingers around the bottle however someone else swoops in and picks it up.
“Sorry Sir. Let me.”
The slight lilt of something foreign in the voice has John turning immediately. A boy (and really that’s the only way he could describe him - is he even old enough to be in the club?) with shaggy blond hair with bright green eyes and pouty pink lips gives him a smile as he tilts the bottle and pours out two drinks. John cannot take his off him, not that he wants to.
“Here you go, Sir.”
John takes the offered glass and hands it to the girl who hasn’t let up on his neck yet before taking the second one. His fingers brush against the boy’s and suddenly John has this urge to not let this boy go.
“You work here? Are you even 18?”
The boy laughs as he straightens up. He fiddles with the top of the vodka bottle, something he does out of nervousness though he’s trying his best to not let it show. He usually doesn’t converse with the customers, usually doesn’t serve the drinks. He’s just there to make sure the tables are kept clean.
“Yes.”
“Where are you from?”
“Spain.”
“A little far from home aren’t ya, lad?” John asks with a smirk before shuffling when the girl he’s with moves off him. She just leaves without saying a word and if it weren’t for the boy John would ask after her.
“Si.”
John lets his eyes wander from the boy’s head to toes, not caring that he’s openly eye-fucking him. He actually likes the blush that flushes such youthful cheeks.
“What’s your name, lad?”
“Sergio.”
“Hmmm Sergio,” John hums as he slides forward in his seat. He likes the way the name feels on his tongue. “Get me another bottle will ya? I feel like staying a little longer now.”
The look John gives him has him flushing further and he cannot help but stutter. “S-sure s-sir.”
As he walks away, John’s eyes are glued on his ass. Right then and there he decides on what he wants. And whatever John wants, John gets.
**
It’s just past four o’clock in the morning and the club is slowly unpacking. Luckily for Sergio he doesn’t have to stay until everyone is gone. He’s done for the night and is very exhausted. As he heads to the back, Sergio undoes a few of the buttons on his black dress shirt. He cannot wait to get home and change into sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Going home, Sergio?”
He whips around at the voice, startled to see the only patron he had served personally that night.
“Easy lad. I won’t bite... well unless you want me to.”
John laughs as he steps towards Sergio, towering over the boy. The light is dim but enough to highlight such depth of Sergio’s green eyes. He lifts his hands to caress a soft cheek with rough fingers.
“You are beautiful you know that?”
“T-thank you,” Sergio barely gets out as he is backed against the wall. “I-I have to go.”
“But I want to show you how beautiful you really are.”
Lips clash together; the kiss is all consuming. John’s tongue breaks down Sergio defences and in no time has him relaxing into it. Simply the boy has become like putty in John’s hands.
Hands come around Sergio’s middle and undo his trousers quickly and with expertise.
“So beautiful,” John mutters against his mouth. He can taste Sergio’s inexperience on his tongue and it’s addictive. He pulls back, his eyes roaming over slick red bruised lips. The fact that he made them like that makes his cock switch.
A hand snakes into Sergio’s trousers and wraps around his cock. He moans loudly and wantonly that when he catches himself he blushes profusely. He wants to ask for more, beg if his voice isn’t caught in his throat. John however needs no instructions on how to pleasure another.
A tongue sweeps into his mouth again and Sergio no longer relies on himself to remain standing. He’s in John’s hands now, utterly, completely. Literally.
It’s getting too hot too quickly. Drops of perspiration begin to pool on the boy’s forehead, under his arms and cling to his black shirt. He’s close and cannot help the needy sound that escapes his lips and falls into John’s mouth.
He only swallows it up eagerly and works his hand a little quicker. This boy is becoming addictive. If only John were allowed to show him what he could really do.
The boy literally falls apart in his arms, his body shuddering violently as he reaches his orgasm. His thick come covers John’s fingers and he smiles against Sergio’s mouth. After the shaking subsides, he slowly pulls his fingers out from his trousers and places his index finger against reddened lips. When Sergio doesn’t open his mouth but just looks down instead, his dark lashes framing his pale skin, John laughs.
“No? Okay. All mine then.”
Making sure youthful eyes are trained on him, John slips the finger between his lips, licking away at the digit in a not-so-subtle way. When he sees Sergio’s eyes widen, he tries again, this time offering his middle finger.
His eyes are still cast downward but he complies this time around and takes the finger into his mouth. The taste explodes on his tongue, salt and musk. Sergio surprises himself by taking the digit even further into his mouth.
Reluctantly John pulls away after a moment. He kisses him softly, a grin on his lips.
“I’m leaving in ten minutes. Be outside by the white limo otherwise thank you for the pleasure.”
Sergio just stares at his backside as the older man whisks away.