Worth a Try
Title: Worth a Try
Characters: Aaron/Jackson
Rating/Genre: PWP/NC-17
Word count: 358
Summary: Aaron tries something new.
Aaron wasn't sure about this.
When Jackson had first suggested it, shortly after their first night together, Aaron point blank refused and instead Aaron had got better acquainted with the fine art of sucking off. The second time he had bought it up, Jackson had persuaded Aaron to go on top, which, not that he'd admit it, he had given a lot of thought to before that night, and hadn't stopped thinking about since.
But now, as Jackson withdrew his fingers from Aaron with an impish look, Aaron decided that this way round was definitely worth a try.
Jackson nibbled on his nipple. Aaron grunted, gripped Jackson's shoulders and edged down onto his cock. Jackson murmured something against his shoulder, saliva and sweat mingling. Aaron steadied himself, calming the urge to just rut against him.
He pushed himself up, focusing on the headboard, embossed with the hotel logo, and then lowered himself. The angle was wrong - Jackson gripped Aaron's thighs and huffed. Adjusting themselves, Aaron tried again, raising and focusing on the shadows from the blinds on the wall, swaying in a warm breeze. Aaron sank down onto his cock and gasped, burying his face into Jackson's neck.
Jackson the bastard chuckled, Aaron felt his chest ripple against his. Aaron repeated angle, Jackson moaned. Aaron did it again. And again.
He wanted more, harder, faster - oh god
He was panting, Jackson moaned his name, pulling him closer. His sweaty fingers teased Aaron's cock. He bit Jackson's neck, sucking the hot skin through his teeth.
Jackson stroked his cock harder and firmer - Aaron arched his back and grunted. Cupping his face, Jackson pulled Aaron into an awkward kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His thighs ached, his throat was dry and Jackson's necklace was digging into his chest but jesus fucking christ. Aaron thrust into Jackson's hand, until with one wicked twist of Jackson's fingers, they came.
Heaving himself off, Aaron slumped onto the mattress, flinging an arm over Jackson's chest. Jackson stroked his hand.
Yup, Aaron thought as Jackson's breathing slowed, this way round had definitely been worth a try.
Characters: Aaron/Jackson
Rating/Genre: PWP/NC-17
Word count: 358
Summary: Aaron tries something new.
Aaron wasn't sure about this.
When Jackson had first suggested it, shortly after their first night together, Aaron point blank refused and instead Aaron had got better acquainted with the fine art of sucking off. The second time he had bought it up, Jackson had persuaded Aaron to go on top, which, not that he'd admit it, he had given a lot of thought to before that night, and hadn't stopped thinking about since.
But now, as Jackson withdrew his fingers from Aaron with an impish look, Aaron decided that this way round was definitely worth a try.
Jackson nibbled on his nipple. Aaron grunted, gripped Jackson's shoulders and edged down onto his cock. Jackson murmured something against his shoulder, saliva and sweat mingling. Aaron steadied himself, calming the urge to just rut against him.
He pushed himself up, focusing on the headboard, embossed with the hotel logo, and then lowered himself. The angle was wrong - Jackson gripped Aaron's thighs and huffed. Adjusting themselves, Aaron tried again, raising and focusing on the shadows from the blinds on the wall, swaying in a warm breeze. Aaron sank down onto his cock and gasped, burying his face into Jackson's neck.
Jackson the bastard chuckled, Aaron felt his chest ripple against his. Aaron repeated angle, Jackson moaned. Aaron did it again. And again.
He wanted more, harder, faster - oh god
He was panting, Jackson moaned his name, pulling him closer. His sweaty fingers teased Aaron's cock. He bit Jackson's neck, sucking the hot skin through his teeth.
Jackson stroked his cock harder and firmer - Aaron arched his back and grunted. Cupping his face, Jackson pulled Aaron into an awkward kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His thighs ached, his throat was dry and Jackson's necklace was digging into his chest but jesus fucking christ. Aaron thrust into Jackson's hand, until with one wicked twist of Jackson's fingers, they came.
Heaving himself off, Aaron slumped onto the mattress, flinging an arm over Jackson's chest. Jackson stroked his hand.
Yup, Aaron thought as Jackson's breathing slowed, this way round had definitely been worth a try.