Taste Like Fire
Title: Taste Like Fire
Author: Kendra sykoxfreak
Summary: When John needed someone, Bobby was there.
Rating: Hard R-light NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, and when I put them back, they may be a little bruised, but they’re okay.
Warning: crappy Sex.
Author’s Note: For my Playlist. Prompt 13. All-American Rejects "Dance Inside".
The Playlist
John sits there, on his twin bed, and bites his lip. He’s praying for Bobby to look over at him. But Bobby doesn’t, and it crushes John’s heart. It feels like 7 tons is on his chest and he needs to let it go. He needs Bobby to help him let it go. All of it. He needs Bobby. For once in his life, he needs someone. But, just like all the other times when he needed someone, this certain someone didn’t need him.
Bobby’s boombox is softly playing John’s All-American Rejects CD. Bobby’s humming along to ‘11:11 PM’. John has the idea of throwing something at Bobby to get his attention, but that would probably piss him off more. The last cord of the song was fading out, and the beginning of ‘Dance Inside’ started.
You don't have to move, you don't have to speak
lips for biting.
You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak
eyes for striking
John jumps up, and grabs Bobby’s wrist and pulls him up. John wraps his arms around Bobby’s hips, and smiles at him, blinking his eyes slowly, trying to absorb all of Bobby. Bobby struggles for a moment, then he set his arms around John’s shoulders.
"Come on, talk to me…" John coos, stepping closer to Bobby, and slowly starting a rhythm that was off beat to the song.
Now I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with you
brush so lightly
and time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two
squeeze so tightly
"Why? The last time I confined in you, you ran off when you couldn’t handle it," Bobby said, sounding like a four year old.
"You told me that you were gay, and you were in love with me. That was a lot to handle, Bobby."
"I know."
I'll be fine, you'll be fine.
this moment seems so long
Don't waste now, precious time
we'll dance inside the song
"Why did you come back?" Bobby whispered, leaning in to rest his head on John’s shoulder, and he was suddenly reminded of home. Then he remembers that he doesn’t have a home, at least not anymore.
"There was nothing there for me," John replies as if that the obvious reason. Bobby lifts his head off of John’s shoulder, and cocks an eyebrow. "You weren’t there."
"That is so cliché," Bobby said, taking the lead away from John. John narrows glittery brown eyes, but lets Bobby lead him.
"Hey, sometimes, clichés work. And this is one of those moments."
"Dork."
"You love me anyway."
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
They stop moving, Bobby ending the dance. He’s watching John wide eyed, and his hands are slowly moving up John’s neck, cupping his face. Bobby kissed John deeply, deliberately moving John back towards his bed, they land on it hard. It’s now a game for control, to see who can fight the longest. Bobby wins because he just…wants it more. John relaxes into the touch, and leisurely drags his hands up Bobby form. He sneaks his hands up into Bobby’s shirt, while they regain their breath. John pulls Bobby back to him by his abdomen, and John is in control this time.
Bobby is cold under his fingers. John is scalding hot to Bobby. John seems to fit in every crease of Bobby’s body. Bobby’s hands seems to hold John’s perfectly. They’re compete opposites. Their element are enemies. They’re perfect lovers.
John’s hands tear Bobby’s shirt off, the desire finally overflowing. Bobby stops John by taking his hands and wrapping his own around them. John’s eyes are curious, and Bobby’s answer telling him that they’re gonna do this the right way. John’s sly smile agrees, and they’re connected at the lips again.
He sinks in my mind as he sheds through his skin
touch sight tastes like fire
hands do now what eyes no longer defend
hands to fuel desire
Bobby lifts John’s shirt up slowly, John arching into the touch. His shirt is thrown to the floor, and Bobby’s kissing his way down John’s chest, making him arch even more, if that was physically possible. John is squirming in Bobby’s hold, so Bobby eases up a little. John breaks free, pulls Bobby up by his hair, and claims Bobby’s lips. He bits on them softly; like little nips. Bobby smiles in the kiss because he knows what John’s doing.
Bobby pulls back just in time to hear John whisper, "You’re mine. I love you."
I'll be fine, you'll be fine
this moment seems so long
Don't waste now, precious time
we'll dance inside the song
"I love you too."
John pulls at Bobby’s jeans, and Bobby dismisses any though about doing this slow, because there’ll be many times after this to do it slow. Now, it was all about lust, and want, and need, and desire. Bobby kisses John so hard that it taste like fire. Bobby’s jeans, and boxers are gone, John pulling them away when Bobby wasn’t paying attention. John’s hips are raising and his unexpectedly naked, waist down. Both of the boy’s erections are throbbing against one another’s, and they’re moving against one another, creating friction that both are craving.
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
Bobby’s moving in and out of John’s hot body, reverting back to the original plan of going slow. John was arching up more and more with every thrust. His stubby nails were leaving angry red welts on Bobby’s back, and he voice was growing more and more louder with every push. There were delectations of love and passion. Collarbones were bruised, fingers were intertwined, and lips seemed to melt together from the constant connection.
They came together, both breathless, and contented. Bobby laid down next to John, and pulled the other boy to his chest. He held John so close that John could feel Bobby’s heart racing. John laced his fingers though Bobby’s, and snuggled into the touch.
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
"Never leave me," John whispered, feeling Bobby’s cold breath on the back of his neck. "Never leave me."
"I won’t. I won’t," Bobby reassured the boy in his arms.
And I'll be fine, you'll be fine
Is this fine? I'm not fine
Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake (stay awake)
"I guess he does need me just as much as I need him," John whispered to himself, before settling in to sleep.
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
The record may had been over way before they even got started, but that song replayed itself over and over again in their heads for weeks, along with the memories that accompany it.
Move down to me, slip into you
Author: Kendra sykoxfreak
Summary: When John needed someone, Bobby was there.
Rating: Hard R-light NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, and when I put them back, they may be a little bruised, but they’re okay.
Warning: crappy Sex.
Author’s Note: For my Playlist. Prompt 13. All-American Rejects "Dance Inside".
The Playlist
John sits there, on his twin bed, and bites his lip. He’s praying for Bobby to look over at him. But Bobby doesn’t, and it crushes John’s heart. It feels like 7 tons is on his chest and he needs to let it go. He needs Bobby to help him let it go. All of it. He needs Bobby. For once in his life, he needs someone. But, just like all the other times when he needed someone, this certain someone didn’t need him.
Bobby’s boombox is softly playing John’s All-American Rejects CD. Bobby’s humming along to ‘11:11 PM’. John has the idea of throwing something at Bobby to get his attention, but that would probably piss him off more. The last cord of the song was fading out, and the beginning of ‘Dance Inside’ started.
You don't have to move, you don't have to speak
lips for biting.
You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak
eyes for striking
John jumps up, and grabs Bobby’s wrist and pulls him up. John wraps his arms around Bobby’s hips, and smiles at him, blinking his eyes slowly, trying to absorb all of Bobby. Bobby struggles for a moment, then he set his arms around John’s shoulders.
"Come on, talk to me…" John coos, stepping closer to Bobby, and slowly starting a rhythm that was off beat to the song.
Now I'm twisting up when I'm twisted with you
brush so lightly
and time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two
squeeze so tightly
"Why? The last time I confined in you, you ran off when you couldn’t handle it," Bobby said, sounding like a four year old.
"You told me that you were gay, and you were in love with me. That was a lot to handle, Bobby."
"I know."
I'll be fine, you'll be fine.
this moment seems so long
Don't waste now, precious time
we'll dance inside the song
"Why did you come back?" Bobby whispered, leaning in to rest his head on John’s shoulder, and he was suddenly reminded of home. Then he remembers that he doesn’t have a home, at least not anymore.
"There was nothing there for me," John replies as if that the obvious reason. Bobby lifts his head off of John’s shoulder, and cocks an eyebrow. "You weren’t there."
"That is so cliché," Bobby said, taking the lead away from John. John narrows glittery brown eyes, but lets Bobby lead him.
"Hey, sometimes, clichés work. And this is one of those moments."
"Dork."
"You love me anyway."
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
They stop moving, Bobby ending the dance. He’s watching John wide eyed, and his hands are slowly moving up John’s neck, cupping his face. Bobby kissed John deeply, deliberately moving John back towards his bed, they land on it hard. It’s now a game for control, to see who can fight the longest. Bobby wins because he just…wants it more. John relaxes into the touch, and leisurely drags his hands up Bobby form. He sneaks his hands up into Bobby’s shirt, while they regain their breath. John pulls Bobby back to him by his abdomen, and John is in control this time.
Bobby is cold under his fingers. John is scalding hot to Bobby. John seems to fit in every crease of Bobby’s body. Bobby’s hands seems to hold John’s perfectly. They’re compete opposites. Their element are enemies. They’re perfect lovers.
John’s hands tear Bobby’s shirt off, the desire finally overflowing. Bobby stops John by taking his hands and wrapping his own around them. John’s eyes are curious, and Bobby’s answer telling him that they’re gonna do this the right way. John’s sly smile agrees, and they’re connected at the lips again.
He sinks in my mind as he sheds through his skin
touch sight tastes like fire
hands do now what eyes no longer defend
hands to fuel desire
Bobby lifts John’s shirt up slowly, John arching into the touch. His shirt is thrown to the floor, and Bobby’s kissing his way down John’s chest, making him arch even more, if that was physically possible. John is squirming in Bobby’s hold, so Bobby eases up a little. John breaks free, pulls Bobby up by his hair, and claims Bobby’s lips. He bits on them softly; like little nips. Bobby smiles in the kiss because he knows what John’s doing.
Bobby pulls back just in time to hear John whisper, "You’re mine. I love you."
I'll be fine, you'll be fine
this moment seems so long
Don't waste now, precious time
we'll dance inside the song
"I love you too."
John pulls at Bobby’s jeans, and Bobby dismisses any though about doing this slow, because there’ll be many times after this to do it slow. Now, it was all about lust, and want, and need, and desire. Bobby kisses John so hard that it taste like fire. Bobby’s jeans, and boxers are gone, John pulling them away when Bobby wasn’t paying attention. John’s hips are raising and his unexpectedly naked, waist down. Both of the boy’s erections are throbbing against one another’s, and they’re moving against one another, creating friction that both are craving.
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
Bobby’s moving in and out of John’s hot body, reverting back to the original plan of going slow. John was arching up more and more with every thrust. His stubby nails were leaving angry red welts on Bobby’s back, and he voice was growing more and more louder with every push. There were delectations of love and passion. Collarbones were bruised, fingers were intertwined, and lips seemed to melt together from the constant connection.
They came together, both breathless, and contented. Bobby laid down next to John, and pulled the other boy to his chest. He held John so close that John could feel Bobby’s heart racing. John laced his fingers though Bobby’s, and snuggled into the touch.
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
Ooo, ah
"Never leave me," John whispered, feeling Bobby’s cold breath on the back of his neck. "Never leave me."
"I won’t. I won’t," Bobby reassured the boy in his arms.
And I'll be fine, you'll be fine
Is this fine? I'm not fine
Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake (stay awake)
"I guess he does need me just as much as I need him," John whispered to himself, before settling in to sleep.
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me too
Move down to me, slip into you
The record may had been over way before they even got started, but that song replayed itself over and over again in their heads for weeks, along with the memories that accompany it.
Move down to me, slip into you