At World's End (1/1)
Title: At World's End
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Pairing: Mistro/Johnstro
Rating: NC-17 for love making
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys. And, to my knowledge, this is just fiction
Word Count: 2155
Author's Notes: My entry for castrodome's first scenario contest. :D Hope you all like it! Also, I am thinking I got the title from somewhere else. A movie, perhaps? Idk. But.. I think I owe credit somewhere. Why am I thinking PotC? ._.
Michael glances up when he sees a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He's just quick enough to see Jason slipping out of the room, dreads hanging around his face, shielding his eyes. He looks back at David Cook, and Carly, who he'd been talking to, and gives David a 'can you give us some time' look. David just nods as Michael stands, and the Aussie smiles his thanks.
Michael gives one last quick speech of good luck, thanks for the support, and 'I-can't-wait-to-start-rehearsing-for-the-finale-and-tour', then excuses himself. He heads up to his - Jason and David's - he corrects with a sad smile, apartment.
The lights are all off when he steps inside, but he isn't surprised. He walks towards the shared bedroom, and turns the light on, dimming it to it's lowest setting. The sight that greats him could easily break anyone's heart.
Jason lays, curled around himself, on Michael's bed, his small, frail body shaking as he cries silently. Michael walks over to him, laying behind his lover, pressing up against his back. He kisses the dread head's neck gently, his arms snaking around the boy's waist.
Jason turns around in Michael's arms, his face pressing into the older man's chest. His shaking eventually stops, but the tears continue to run freely. He slowly turns his face up to look at Michael. "I don't want you to go," he whimpers, "You can't leave me. What if you forget about me? What if we never see each other again? What if.." What if you go home and fall in love with your wife again? Jason's heart sinks the most at his unasked question.
Michael closes the small distance between them, and kisses him once. His arms tighten around the smaller boy. "How could I ever forget about you, Jason?", he kisses him again, then chuckles softly. "Jason, you know you'll see me in two months when we start rehearsals for the finale. And I live here, baby. We'll still see each other."
"You don't know that! What if.. what if you're on a plane to go do an interview, and it blows up or something?!"
Michael moves one of his hands up to gently caress Jason's face. He wipes away the tears, before kissing him again. "I'll be fine, Jay. We'll be fine."
Jason shivers at Michael's touch, and presses closer. "I don't want you to go."
"I have to," he replies sadly.
"I know." His voice is barely a whisper as he says it. He rests his palm against Michael's chest, and the fabric is wet from his tears. Jason kisses Michael's jaw softly, his hand moving down to the hem of the Aussie's shirt. He starts to push it up the older man's body, admiring the toned flesh in the room's dim lighting.
Michael gasps softly as contact is made with Jason's soft hands, and he shifts to allow the shirt to be pulled off. And then Jason is taking off his own shirt, pulling Michael on top of him, kissing the older man with so much need. His hands run up the Aussie's back, tangling in his hair as he pulls him closer.
Michael is surprised by the sudden changed, but he can still sense Jason's misery, his shyness. He breaks the kiss after a long moment, looking down into beautiful blue depths. The mixture of misery and love in them is enough to make Michael want to cry, because the love is just so beautiful, and the misery is just so wrong. He kisses Jason again.
"Michael," Jason whimpers, his hips pressing up against his lover's, "Leave me with something to remember," he begs quietly, and Michael feels his breath catch in his throat. "Please." His hands slide down Michael's sides, and move to his belt buckle, which he fumbles to open.
"Jason," Michael breaths against the boy's moist lips, his eyes searching Jason's face for any sign that he hadn't been serious, but he finds nothing. He feels Jason's fingers pulling down the zipper of his pants, and bucks his hips forward slightly, the friction caused feels wonderful to both men.
"Please, Michael." And Michael's pants are sliding off his hips, stopping around his knees. The dread head kisses him again, his eyes pleading.
Michael just watches him, waiting for that flicker of reconsideration, but it never comes. So he nods, and pulls away. He stands up, allowing his pants to fall away completely, and steps out of them. He walks over to the dresser, retrieving something from one of it's drawers, and turns back to Jason.
The boy is undressing himself, and Michael smiles when he sees the trepidation in his hands. There's the nerves. Michael drops the lube and condom onto the bed, then takes his boxers off. He lays over Jason, keeping himself supported by placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Jason so that he doesn't crush the fragile boy beneath him, and presses his lips to Jason's. Their semi-errected cocks rub against each other, and suddenly the 'semi' is no longer applicable. Jason moans softly, and it's the most beautiful sound Michael has ever heard.
He moves back to kneel between Jason's legs, and gently strokes down Jason's length, making the boy moan again.
"Michael, please," he whimpers, looking down himself at the Aussie, "I want you inside of me." His voice is so soft, so caressing that Michael actually moans at his words. Michael picks up the condom, and suddenly Jason is sitting, catching Michael's hand before he can open it. His eyes are pleading. "Michael, I want to feel you. Only you."
Michael just gives him a slightly pained look. It's not only himself he has to look after. There's Stacey, too... Stacey.., he shudders slightly. "Jase.."
"Please," he kisses Michael once. "I promise.. I'm clean. I.. you're only gonna be my second.. and with her.. it was both of our first time, and we.. we used protection. I promise I'm clean."
Michael feels his cock twitch, he has to admit, the way Jason is practically begging in desperation is really turning him on. He kisses Jason back. "Okay," he kisses the boy's forehead, and Jason releases his hold on Michael, who sets the condom aside. "Lay down, Jason," he murmurs, "On your stomach."
"I wanna see you," Jason pouts.
"It'll be easier on you, Jay."
"I don't care. I don't care if it's gonna hurt more. I wanna see you."
Another twitch. "Well, aren't you just full of demands tonight," he smirks, his hand sliding behind the boy's neck, tilting it so that he can bite the sweet flesh gently. Jason moans, his head falling back slightly. Michael kisses his vulnerable adam's apple, and Jason moans again, practically going limp in Michael's hold. Michael eases him back down onto the bed, and kisses his lips again, before sitting up, and grabbing the lube.
He slicks a few of his fingers, sliding them one by one into Jason's ass, feeling as the resistance fades just a little as Jason relaxes around them. Jason gasps in pleasure and shock as Michael does so, his hips bucking up, then back down, pushing Michael in further. Michael stretches the boy out, his other hand using the lube to slick his errected organ. When he pulls his fingers out, Jason makes a whining sound, and the Aussie smiles to himself. He looks at Jason again, as he lines himself up with the boy's entrance, and the beauty of this dread-locked angel makes him feel weak. He doesn't just want to fuck this boy, he wants to love him, and that's exactly what he's going to do.
Jason's legs wrap around his waist, and he gives a low moan of contentedness. He leans forwards, kissing Jason again as he carefully pushes himself into the boy. A moan erupts from his lips when he does.
"Sotightbaby", he kisses Jason again, slowly rocking his hips out, then pushing back in also slowly. It's a gentle rhythm, and he can see the different shades of pleasure dancing across Jason's face and in his eyes. Jason deepens the kiss, his hand gently running up Michael's back to tangle in his soft hair, pulling him closer. Jason falls into the rhythm soon after, and it's just so natural.
When Jason throws his head back against the pillow, moaning so beautifully, Michael's lips attach to the exposed neck, kissing and suckling, and biting oh so gently. Jason's hand slides down to wrap around his cock, and Michael's eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight. "Oh, God, nnngh... Jason." He runs his hands down Jason's sides to gently grip the boy's perfect hips. Michael pushes himself in deeper, and Jason's moan almost sends Michael over the edge.
"Mikey..", Jason pants, barely breathing. He's still jacking himself off, and he closes his eyes in pleasure as Michael hits him just right again. "Soclose, Michael.. I.. nngh... I can..t.. ggghh..go much.. longer."
"It's oka-," Michael's breath is hot against Jason's ear, and the way his words are cut off by another moan makes Jason whimper. "I'm close, nngh.. too." He kisses Jason again, and again. Wherever he can reach. Jason's lips, his chest, his shoulder, his neck, his lips again. "OhfuckJason" He feels Jason tighten around him, right before he feels the cum shooting out, spilling all over his and Jason's chests and stomachs. Jason's moan is so exquisitely beautiful and sexy, and Michael's orgasm hits before Jason's even finishes. He speeds up a bit, riding out his orgasm, and milking it for all it's worth. Jason gasps again, obviously unused to the sensation of cum being spilt inside his ass. His hands tighten around Michael's shoulders, nails digging into the flesh.
"Nnnnngh." He burries his face in the space between Michael's neck and shoulder, panting as Michael's thrusts slow and finally come to a stop. He stays like that, just clinging to him. He's not sure he could unwrap his legs if he tried. He feels the heavy rise and fall of his lover's chest against his own, and closes his eyes. The room is silent other than the labored breathing of the two men, and Jason swears it could lull him to sleep if he let it.
"God..", Michael's breathing is starting to come easier, "God, that was amazing." He reaches back, carefully unwrapping Jason's legs from around him, then pulls out of Jason. He detaches Jason's grip on his shoulders, and rolls off of him, laying on his side next to him. He looks over, eyes taking in everything. From the thin layer of sweat covering his golden skin, to the streaks of cum covering his stomach, to the flush of his cheeks, and the light in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, Jason," Michael says, his voice just loud enough for Jason to hear. The blush on his cheeks deepens, and Michael smiles.
Jason turns his face towards Michael, his lips grazing along the man's jaw. He lets out a dreamy, gentle sigh, and his breath sends shivers over Michael's too sensitive skin. "I love you." He places his hand in Michael's, and intertwines their fingers.
Michael feels the tears spring to his eyes, and can't quite fight them back. The emotion in Jason's voice as he said those three words.. it was just too much. It was all too powerful, too beautiful, too perfect, and nothing like Michael has ever heard before. He lays down onto his back, pulling Jason to semi-lay on top him. His free hand reaches down to grab the edge of a blanket, and he pulls it over them, just to the small of Jason's back. Michael looks at the boy in his arms, and smiles. Their eyes lock, and Michael kisses Jason's nose. "I love you, too." He brings their intertwined hands to his lips, gently kisses Jason's knuckles.
They'll need to get up, again. Clean up, dress for when David comes home, but for now, they are both content to lay there, wrapped in each other, whispering sweet everythings, and exchanging sweet kisses.
If this was their last night on earth, I don't think either man would die complaining.
My weekend project is to finish Mistakes pt2. I swear I'm working on it. I just keep getting distracted by books, and other shiney prompts. But it is going to happen! *determind face*
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Pairing: Mistro/Johnstro
Rating: NC-17 for love making
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys. And, to my knowledge, this is just fiction
Word Count: 2155
Author's Notes: My entry for castrodome's first scenario contest. :D Hope you all like it! Also, I am thinking I got the title from somewhere else. A movie, perhaps? Idk. But.. I think I owe credit somewhere. Why am I thinking PotC? ._.
Michael glances up when he sees a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He's just quick enough to see Jason slipping out of the room, dreads hanging around his face, shielding his eyes. He looks back at David Cook, and Carly, who he'd been talking to, and gives David a 'can you give us some time' look. David just nods as Michael stands, and the Aussie smiles his thanks.
Michael gives one last quick speech of good luck, thanks for the support, and 'I-can't-wait-to-start-rehearsing-for-the-finale-and-tour', then excuses himself. He heads up to his - Jason and David's - he corrects with a sad smile, apartment.
The lights are all off when he steps inside, but he isn't surprised. He walks towards the shared bedroom, and turns the light on, dimming it to it's lowest setting. The sight that greats him could easily break anyone's heart.
Jason lays, curled around himself, on Michael's bed, his small, frail body shaking as he cries silently. Michael walks over to him, laying behind his lover, pressing up against his back. He kisses the dread head's neck gently, his arms snaking around the boy's waist.
Jason turns around in Michael's arms, his face pressing into the older man's chest. His shaking eventually stops, but the tears continue to run freely. He slowly turns his face up to look at Michael. "I don't want you to go," he whimpers, "You can't leave me. What if you forget about me? What if we never see each other again? What if.." What if you go home and fall in love with your wife again? Jason's heart sinks the most at his unasked question.
Michael closes the small distance between them, and kisses him once. His arms tighten around the smaller boy. "How could I ever forget about you, Jason?", he kisses him again, then chuckles softly. "Jason, you know you'll see me in two months when we start rehearsals for the finale. And I live here, baby. We'll still see each other."
"You don't know that! What if.. what if you're on a plane to go do an interview, and it blows up or something?!"
Michael moves one of his hands up to gently caress Jason's face. He wipes away the tears, before kissing him again. "I'll be fine, Jay. We'll be fine."
Jason shivers at Michael's touch, and presses closer. "I don't want you to go."
"I have to," he replies sadly.
"I know." His voice is barely a whisper as he says it. He rests his palm against Michael's chest, and the fabric is wet from his tears. Jason kisses Michael's jaw softly, his hand moving down to the hem of the Aussie's shirt. He starts to push it up the older man's body, admiring the toned flesh in the room's dim lighting.
Michael gasps softly as contact is made with Jason's soft hands, and he shifts to allow the shirt to be pulled off. And then Jason is taking off his own shirt, pulling Michael on top of him, kissing the older man with so much need. His hands run up the Aussie's back, tangling in his hair as he pulls him closer.
Michael is surprised by the sudden changed, but he can still sense Jason's misery, his shyness. He breaks the kiss after a long moment, looking down into beautiful blue depths. The mixture of misery and love in them is enough to make Michael want to cry, because the love is just so beautiful, and the misery is just so wrong. He kisses Jason again.
"Michael," Jason whimpers, his hips pressing up against his lover's, "Leave me with something to remember," he begs quietly, and Michael feels his breath catch in his throat. "Please." His hands slide down Michael's sides, and move to his belt buckle, which he fumbles to open.
"Jason," Michael breaths against the boy's moist lips, his eyes searching Jason's face for any sign that he hadn't been serious, but he finds nothing. He feels Jason's fingers pulling down the zipper of his pants, and bucks his hips forward slightly, the friction caused feels wonderful to both men.
"Please, Michael." And Michael's pants are sliding off his hips, stopping around his knees. The dread head kisses him again, his eyes pleading.
Michael just watches him, waiting for that flicker of reconsideration, but it never comes. So he nods, and pulls away. He stands up, allowing his pants to fall away completely, and steps out of them. He walks over to the dresser, retrieving something from one of it's drawers, and turns back to Jason.
The boy is undressing himself, and Michael smiles when he sees the trepidation in his hands. There's the nerves. Michael drops the lube and condom onto the bed, then takes his boxers off. He lays over Jason, keeping himself supported by placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Jason so that he doesn't crush the fragile boy beneath him, and presses his lips to Jason's. Their semi-errected cocks rub against each other, and suddenly the 'semi' is no longer applicable. Jason moans softly, and it's the most beautiful sound Michael has ever heard.
He moves back to kneel between Jason's legs, and gently strokes down Jason's length, making the boy moan again.
"Michael, please," he whimpers, looking down himself at the Aussie, "I want you inside of me." His voice is so soft, so caressing that Michael actually moans at his words. Michael picks up the condom, and suddenly Jason is sitting, catching Michael's hand before he can open it. His eyes are pleading. "Michael, I want to feel you. Only you."
Michael just gives him a slightly pained look. It's not only himself he has to look after. There's Stacey, too... Stacey.., he shudders slightly. "Jase.."
"Please," he kisses Michael once. "I promise.. I'm clean. I.. you're only gonna be my second.. and with her.. it was both of our first time, and we.. we used protection. I promise I'm clean."
Michael feels his cock twitch, he has to admit, the way Jason is practically begging in desperation is really turning him on. He kisses Jason back. "Okay," he kisses the boy's forehead, and Jason releases his hold on Michael, who sets the condom aside. "Lay down, Jason," he murmurs, "On your stomach."
"I wanna see you," Jason pouts.
"It'll be easier on you, Jay."
"I don't care. I don't care if it's gonna hurt more. I wanna see you."
Another twitch. "Well, aren't you just full of demands tonight," he smirks, his hand sliding behind the boy's neck, tilting it so that he can bite the sweet flesh gently. Jason moans, his head falling back slightly. Michael kisses his vulnerable adam's apple, and Jason moans again, practically going limp in Michael's hold. Michael eases him back down onto the bed, and kisses his lips again, before sitting up, and grabbing the lube.
He slicks a few of his fingers, sliding them one by one into Jason's ass, feeling as the resistance fades just a little as Jason relaxes around them. Jason gasps in pleasure and shock as Michael does so, his hips bucking up, then back down, pushing Michael in further. Michael stretches the boy out, his other hand using the lube to slick his errected organ. When he pulls his fingers out, Jason makes a whining sound, and the Aussie smiles to himself. He looks at Jason again, as he lines himself up with the boy's entrance, and the beauty of this dread-locked angel makes him feel weak. He doesn't just want to fuck this boy, he wants to love him, and that's exactly what he's going to do.
Jason's legs wrap around his waist, and he gives a low moan of contentedness. He leans forwards, kissing Jason again as he carefully pushes himself into the boy. A moan erupts from his lips when he does.
"Sotightbaby", he kisses Jason again, slowly rocking his hips out, then pushing back in also slowly. It's a gentle rhythm, and he can see the different shades of pleasure dancing across Jason's face and in his eyes. Jason deepens the kiss, his hand gently running up Michael's back to tangle in his soft hair, pulling him closer. Jason falls into the rhythm soon after, and it's just so natural.
When Jason throws his head back against the pillow, moaning so beautifully, Michael's lips attach to the exposed neck, kissing and suckling, and biting oh so gently. Jason's hand slides down to wrap around his cock, and Michael's eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight. "Oh, God, nnngh... Jason." He runs his hands down Jason's sides to gently grip the boy's perfect hips. Michael pushes himself in deeper, and Jason's moan almost sends Michael over the edge.
"Mikey..", Jason pants, barely breathing. He's still jacking himself off, and he closes his eyes in pleasure as Michael hits him just right again. "Soclose, Michael.. I.. nngh... I can..t.. ggghh..go much.. longer."
"It's oka-," Michael's breath is hot against Jason's ear, and the way his words are cut off by another moan makes Jason whimper. "I'm close, nngh.. too." He kisses Jason again, and again. Wherever he can reach. Jason's lips, his chest, his shoulder, his neck, his lips again. "OhfuckJason" He feels Jason tighten around him, right before he feels the cum shooting out, spilling all over his and Jason's chests and stomachs. Jason's moan is so exquisitely beautiful and sexy, and Michael's orgasm hits before Jason's even finishes. He speeds up a bit, riding out his orgasm, and milking it for all it's worth. Jason gasps again, obviously unused to the sensation of cum being spilt inside his ass. His hands tighten around Michael's shoulders, nails digging into the flesh.
"Nnnnngh." He burries his face in the space between Michael's neck and shoulder, panting as Michael's thrusts slow and finally come to a stop. He stays like that, just clinging to him. He's not sure he could unwrap his legs if he tried. He feels the heavy rise and fall of his lover's chest against his own, and closes his eyes. The room is silent other than the labored breathing of the two men, and Jason swears it could lull him to sleep if he let it.
"God..", Michael's breathing is starting to come easier, "God, that was amazing." He reaches back, carefully unwrapping Jason's legs from around him, then pulls out of Jason. He detaches Jason's grip on his shoulders, and rolls off of him, laying on his side next to him. He looks over, eyes taking in everything. From the thin layer of sweat covering his golden skin, to the streaks of cum covering his stomach, to the flush of his cheeks, and the light in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, Jason," Michael says, his voice just loud enough for Jason to hear. The blush on his cheeks deepens, and Michael smiles.
Jason turns his face towards Michael, his lips grazing along the man's jaw. He lets out a dreamy, gentle sigh, and his breath sends shivers over Michael's too sensitive skin. "I love you." He places his hand in Michael's, and intertwines their fingers.
Michael feels the tears spring to his eyes, and can't quite fight them back. The emotion in Jason's voice as he said those three words.. it was just too much. It was all too powerful, too beautiful, too perfect, and nothing like Michael has ever heard before. He lays down onto his back, pulling Jason to semi-lay on top him. His free hand reaches down to grab the edge of a blanket, and he pulls it over them, just to the small of Jason's back. Michael looks at the boy in his arms, and smiles. Their eyes lock, and Michael kisses Jason's nose. "I love you, too." He brings their intertwined hands to his lips, gently kisses Jason's knuckles.
They'll need to get up, again. Clean up, dress for when David comes home, but for now, they are both content to lay there, wrapped in each other, whispering sweet everythings, and exchanging sweet kisses.
If this was their last night on earth, I don't think either man would die complaining.
My weekend project is to finish Mistakes pt2. I swear I'm working on it. I just keep getting distracted by books, and other shiney prompts. But it is going to happen! *determind face*