prodigalflame | [John and Bobby] Hitting a homerun (Jan 27)

Bobby laughed breathlessly, his hands moving down John's sides to dip beneath the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel bare skin beneath his fingers. "Thanks, Professor Allerdyce," he murmured, John's mouth and the warm press of his body already making him giddy. He wasn't sure he would ever get over the way John made him feel. He certainly hoped not.

"Professor Allerdyce, huh?" John chuckled himself, stroking with the back of his finger under Bobby's chin. "Wish my normal classes were this enjoyable." Deciding to move things along a little - because forward was good, and John was forward (some might say 'too forward') - John squirmed away a little to pop open the top two buttons of his shirt and then grab the collar to yank it up and wriggle out. "There we go," he said, and the shirt went on the floor. Good floor. Handy.

"More naked is a good look on you, too." John murmured, leaning in to kiss him again, his own fingers pushing intently down under the hem of Bobby's shirt, suggesting he do something similar.

"God, me too. This would be the best homework." Bobby looked John's newly-bared torso over approvingly, even as he took the hint, undoing his shirt enough to peel it off and toss it aside. "Definitely more naked," he agreed, leaning in to press warm, moist kisses along the ridge of John's collarbone.

"God, but you're gorgeous," John exclaimed, because it was true. As far as he was concerned anyway - and that was surely the opinion that most mattered. And the way Bobby had grown up was - yeah. Definite spank bank material, if it wasn't actually fooling around with the guy. "Surprised I'm not constantly rock hard thinking of you, being at home..." he rumbled, peppering Bobby's hair with kisses, one hand on Bobby's bare back, pulling him in.

Bobby scoffed quietly, his hands moving over John's sides and around to his back, his mouth finding John's neck and sucking gently. "I'm sure you're not thinking of me all the time," he murmured, kissing his way up to his ear to nip lightly at it.

"Most of the time," John started, before inhaling through his nose in response to the slight nip on his ear. Then he fell silent for a while, content to rock on Bobby's lap just a little, ass pressed down against Bobby's crotch, as his boyfriend did stuff that frankly John was very pleased he was sober enough to properly enjoy. Stuff that made him so hard, so quick, like on a zero to 100 type metaphor kind of way. "You know, you should-" he said, trying to work out a nice way to say it, "you really should-" but there wasn't really a nice way, was there? "We should really fuck," was what came out in a rush of nerves and arousal.

Bobby's breath caught, his mouth stilling against John's skin. He'd known it was an inevitability, and it wasn't like he didn't want to, he just...never had. Not with a guy, anyway. 'Nervous' didn't quite sum up how he felt at the thought.

He swallowed hard and eased back so he could look at John, brow unknowingly furrowed. "Uh...right now?" he asked, even though it was a stupid question. Of course right now. What, did he think John wanted to schedule an appointment? "I mean..." his gaze dropped, away from John's eyes to somewhere around his jaw, "Sure."

Ahh, crap. John pulled away a little to look at him, surprised: the question 'Is this your first time with a guy?' went unsaid on his lips, but John felt like he was asking it all the same, just by letting the silence fall between them.

Unable to hold back one astounded chuckle, he pressed what he hoped what was a reassuring kiss to that furrowed brow. "Look," he admitted, "I typically have sex when I'm very drunk, so I'm gonna be awful, sober." And it was easier, easier to talk about how he was the one to blame for any discomfort than deal with the deer-in-the-headlines expression in his boyfriend's eyes. He felt liked he'd just kicked a puppy. So John eased himself off Bobby's lap, keeping a hold of one of Bobby's hands and tugged him up gently from the couch to pull him towards the stairs, if he wanted to go. "And uh, despite the fact you'll think I'm terrible, I still would like to sleep with you."

Bobby got to his feet at John's urging, nodding at what he was saying. He stopped after a step or two, though, gently tugging at John's hand. "...I've never done this," he admitted quietly when his eyes met John's again, in case he hadn't figured that out yet. "Not--not with another guy, anyway." Hell, it wasn't like he'd done it a lot with women, even.

John looked at him. Squeezing Bobby's hand seemed too basic a gesture. Instead he brought his hand up to cup the back of Bobby's skull and tug him forward and slightly to the side so he could drop a kiss on the slightly taller man's hair. "And like I said I can barely remember most of the times I've done it," he added, with a shrug. He'd drank back in Manhattan because that took away the nerves, drowned out the self-hatred, gave him excuses.

"First times can be bad. But you get better. With practice," he finished, with a nip to Bobby's ear and a brief grin. The grin faded into something softer as John looked at his nervous boyfriend, and felt his own nerves leaking through: "And I-" deep breath, John "-and I trust you to see me sober. To know me." He tugged gently at Bobby's arm again, but the shuffle he led Bobby on was slow, able to pause at a moment's notice, if that was what he wanted.

"Boy, you're really selling it," Bobby muttered under his breath, but he did want this, despite his nerves, so he followed John without dragging his feet. Especially after that admission of trust, there was no way he was gonna back out.

"So, like...how does this work? I mean, I know how it works," he added quickly, rolling his eyes at his own poor wording. "But how do you decide who does what? I mean...I guess...uh, which part do you want to do?" God, he felt so awkward even asking that, his cheeks burning briefly before put a stop to the blush by cheating and lowering the temperature of his face.

The stairs creaked as they walked; absently, John added to the list of 'things to fix, sometime' and filed it away. He was careful not to look back at Bobby except for one teasing smile - John could barely remember his own first time with a guy. His first time with a girl was clearer, but even then, he hadn't been totally sober. And he certainly didn't want to add to the pressure by being overly concerned.

He deliberately let the comment about selling it slip by.

"Well, we could flip a coin. You could tell me if you have a preference. Or," John murmured, tugging Bobby forward a little now they gotten to his bedroom so they entered the wide space, before turning and pressing a kiss to Bobby's mouth: "I could admit how I really want you to fuck me tonight. That good for you?"

There really was no answer to the question that would have put Bobby at ease. He nodded, wrapping an arm around John's waist to keep him close for a minute, feeling his warm skin against Bobby's own. "Okay," he murmured, trying not to think of the myriad ways that this could go wrong and instead focusing on how much he wanted this, how much they both did. And that it was okay if it went bad. He knew John wouldn't judge him based on his first time. Much.

The night had gotten steadily more dreamlike as they'd trooped up the stairs: no, not dreamlike, sharp, almost too real. He'd noticed the creak of the stair, a slight shadow in the paint on one of the walls, even the way he breathed, in small puffs that had nothing to do with the temperature. Anything, to not look at Bobby, to not focus on Bobby.

And then when Bobby drew him close for a moment, it hit John, that old, aching fear: will he ever like me the way I like him?. With a small smile, he leaned forward to cup Bobby's face in both hands and kissed him, messy and hungry, taking a few steps backwards as he did so, cautious not to trip over any of his junk. He broke the kiss to toe off his shoes and tug his socks off one by one, flashing a softer grin at Bobby even as his thoughts continued: He's about to be the first man he's ever slept with, what do you think? was the question he spat at that still, tremulous voice in the back of his head, and found for the first time there was no answer.

"Strip," he suggested, tucking thumbs in his sweatpants and easing them off his hips, then his boxers fell in a puddle of clothing as well. "As much as I like the idea of fucking you clothed in the some bathroom on campus one day." Yeah, John was happy to let Bobby know that wanting him was never not going to be an option.

The absent tug to his hard cock was probably more than enough to demonstrate that.

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Bobby took a moment to just look at John like that, naked and hard and wanting him. It was enough to push 'want' past 'worry,' and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes before closing the distance between them, this time with determination, as he kissed John hungrily, maneuvering them both toward the bed.

For once, John shut up and just let himself be kissed. For a few moments at least, his response being restricted to knuckles lightly stroking up and down Bobby's side, before he moved his hand to get a handful of Bobby's butt, and bring them close together. They fit close together, John feeling like he was little more than a cock and a hand, his dick pressed up against Bobby's.

Taking a step back as he returned the kiss, wanting Bobby, wanting him so bad, he reached blindly out with his right arm, bending his knees a bit till he found the mattress and then half-fell, half-leaned, and mostly-tugged Bobby down with him.

John broke the kiss to smile up at his boyfriend, and then gave Bobby's butt a light slap to encourage him as he scrambled to situate himself properly on the big four poster. "Fuck," he said, guttural and low, seeing Bobby there with him.

Bobby managed to catch himself somewhat so that his full weight didn't come down on John all at once. He smiled faintly at John when he swore, loving the desire he could hear in his voice even on that single syllable.

He looked down at John and took a deep breath to ask if he had what they would need, (something that maybe he should have brought up before they were on the bed together, but whatever) but at the last moment he decided not to bring it up yet. There was nothing wrong with foreplay, right? Lots of foreplay. So instead he lowered his body, pressing against John's as he kissed him again, on the mouth, on the jaw, then moving to his neck.

There had been a question on Bobby's lips, he was sure; but Bobby didn't ask it, and John had learned not to press. Responding to Bobby's kisses, John angled his right arm over Bobby's shoulders, fingers lazily tracing patterns in skin as they kissed, making a small, guttural sound of pleasure in the back of his throat at those kisses to his neck. Definitely a weak spot.

Maybe he should just let Bobby do this for a while? John smiled gently at the thought, and then shifted his arm a little so he could scrape Bobby's back with his fingernails, just a little reminder that he wasn't just Mr. Helplessly Enjoying Being Kissed. He followed that up by thrusting up a little with his hips to slide their cocks along one another a little, driving a broken, laughing wheeze of arousal from his mouth as his head tipped back, breaking the kissing for a second.

Okay, so maybe lots of foreplay wasn't going to happen after all. The way John was moving made it clear he was ready for more, so Bobby gave one light nip to his neck before pulling back a little to look down at him, heart pounding. "You have condoms and lube?" Not that Bobby didn't have both, but they were in his room, which seemed very far away just then.

"Top drawer," John told him, and very deliberately didn't think about the fact he'd slept with someone (sure, not here, but still someone) not two weeks before Bobby moved in. Sex-as-distraction, that was him. But he didn't want this to be a distraction.

"We can take our time, if you want," John murmured, looking up at his boyfriend, before snaking a hand up to cup the back of his head and tug him down into a deep, slow kiss. This was after all Bobby's first time - he should be way more considerate. The sheer ache of his arousal was something he didn't have to satisfy right away, and besides, John should not be so eager to get fucked. "I'm not going anywhere." That at least was definitely true.

Bobby moaned softly into his mouth as they kissed, letting it linger for as long as John was willing to kiss him. "No, it's okay," he replied to John's offer, smiling nervously as he reached for the drawer. Delaying it was only going to give him time to freak himself out more, probably. He pulled out a foil packet and the lube and then moved back to John, holding himself up off of John's body as he looked down at him. "Just tell me what to do." He had a vague idea--he'd watched porn, after all--but he would rather just let John take charge so he could do this the way he wanted.

Truth be told, John was increasingly nervous himself. But the kisses were good - more than good - and Bobby's nervous smile just made him kiss the other man again, lightly, a reassurance. And if he could be strong for Bobby, well, he could be strong for himself. "Are you suggesting I'm naturally bossy?" he wondered, his voice a low amused rumble, hand gently stroking along Bobby's side.

Using his elbows, he dragged himself back a little, out from Bobby to prop himself up. His cock was hard and glistening and he was so so ready for this, taking a deep breath. "Put some lube on a finger, and uh, open me up. It's been a while so don't take it personally if I go a little soft," John added, spreading his legs a little to show that yes, he was okay with this.

Bobby ignored the question because it had nothing to do with why he had asked and he definitely didn't want to get into a debate just then about whether John was bossy or not (he was, but whatever).

"Okay." He licked his lips, feeling a thrill of excitement that was entirely separate from his nervousness as he coated his finger with lube, shifting closer and leaning in to kiss him again, supporting himself with one hand on the headboard as the other slid down between John's legs, probing hesitantly for his target and then slowly pressing inside, breath held.

John managed a shaky breath, chest going up and down slowly, deliberately slowly, because he wasn't going to be some kind of big girl and have a total freak out about getting laid. He could control himself thank you, and the kiss took the edge of things, nice, simple, gentle kiss. Still, it was easier to do after letting his eyes fall shut, so what he had to do was listen/feel/sense everything that was happening.

And then Bobby's finger was working his way inside, the lube cold, and it had been a while. "Okay..." breathed John, "I'm good. Fuck me for a bit, then add another finger because you're more than adequate," he added with a smile, "and we'll be good to go. Is it the right time for me to confess I absolutely love your dick?" he concluded, still teasing, and opened his eyes. Anything to distract Bobby from his completely understandable nerves and remind him that John wanted this, wanted this so much was hopefully a good thing.

Bobby pressed his finger deeper, swallowing hard. "Jesus, it's tight," he breathed, trying not to think about how that tight heat was going to feel when it was his cock instead of his finger pressing inside of him. "Uh, I think as confessions go, that's pretty appropriate right now," he managed to respond, focusing on that instead of on what they were building towards. He was already achingly hard as it was, and he wanted to last at least a few minutes, even the first time.

"You're not my first," John instantly informed him, because his pride was at stake, or something like it. Still, he coloured a little when he realised just how ridiculous he sounded, and mentally counted through the numbers in his head: "....Third, though, I think," he acknowledged. "I'm typically trying to be the big bad top making the poor bottom beg for it, so I suddenly know what it feels like for the poor bastard I'm teasing."

And while that reflection was honest, and brought with it a rueful grin, John did feel like all those guys he'd taunted or teased or reduced to mewling messes, because holy fuck did he need Bobby Drake's cock.

Bobby laughed softly and kissed him again. "I don't need to know the number," he told him with a smile, focusing on anything but his finger moving in and out of John, because if he thought about that it was gonna drive him crazy.

Second finger, he'd said. Right. He hesitated as he drew his finger nearly all the way out and then slowly added his middle finger, jaw clenched at the increased pressure. "Shit," he breathed, leaning his forehead against John's for a moment, "This is gonna feel amazing."

"Always thinking of yourself," John teased with a huff of laughter. He appreciated the brief contact of Bobby's forehead against his, the closeness of his boyfriend. "It's gonna feel fucking amazing for me too." And that wasn't so much a reproach as God, you have got to believe this is incredible and I want it and you're gorgeous. The sheer reality of Bobby was enough to keep him focussed despite the stretching burn of those two fingers, and that receeded in time as he got used to it. Reaching out with a hooked leg, John ran his heel awkwardly up and down Bobby's back, just to keep the contact going. Addicted? Was he ever.

Breathing helped as well. In out, in out, and John's cock hardened back a little after that initial softening with the pain, and besides, he was really, really looking forward to it. "C'mon," he grunted: "I need that goddamn fat dick in me and I need it now." God, did he really sound like that? Something to worry about another time.

He hoped John was right, he wanted this to feel good for both of them. He wasn't sure that would actually happen, but he would try.

"Okay, okay," he said with a small chuckle, withdrawing his fingers and grabbing the condom. He put it on, coated it with some more lube, and then shifted above John, reaching down to position himself before slowly pressing forward, keeping his eyes open despite wanting to just close them and feel because he wanted to watch John's face, to gauge if he was doing this right, to make sure he didn't hurt him.

It hurt, at first. There was no two ways about it. But it didn't hurt as much as John expected, and the stretch of it made John feel full. Full of his boyfriend. Full of Bobby Drake. "You're doing great," he rasped out, shoulders hitching as he took a couple of quick breathes, and then swallowed: "I feel full of you," he admitted, soft, "and it feels good, sweetheart," He sounded, as well as felt, like he was having some kind of goddamn religious experience, lying there with a dick in his ass and his lover looking down at him. "It'd feel better when you start fucking me, though," John managed a crooked grin, and reached up to gently cup Bobby's cheek, thumb stroking over his lips. Sweetheart? Oh, was he gone.

Bobby gave a small nod, focusing on his breathing for a few moments. "Just...give me a sec," he replied, voice strained. Fuck, it was so tight, tighter than...well, than sex with girls, and he needed to just hold still for a minute and get used to that or this would all be over.

The feeling that he was about to lose it subsided a little after a few seconds, and he slowly, experimentally began to move, his breathing ragged and unsteady, hitching as new sensations literally took his breath away. The extra focus on what he was doing, the heightened emotions of this moment, also led to little puffs of frosty vapor leaving him as he exhaled, like he was outside on a cold winter day.

Now who wasn't so cocky? Well. Literally yes, metaphorically no. As he adjusted, he also felt it more, with the pain subsiding, and that first thrust of Bobby's, as unsteady as it was, causing a 'Ohhh' of sound to emerge from his mouth. Followed by another, softer one, as Bobby thrust again, his head tipping back a little as he managed a ragged rhythm in turn.

He wasn't able to do much more than rock, hearing the bed creak under them, and his hand dropped to tangle in sheets as he just took each breath in turn, chest heaving...just focusing on how to breathe. The full feeling was near-overwhelming, and then when Bobby's dick found his prostate, John took in a large, sucking breath, hand coming up to feel Bobby's back like that touch was an anchor to stop himself from coming too soon, his dick now fully hard and leaking against his stomach.

Recognising after a few more moments of adjustment (always adjusting, because wow, he had not been fucked like this, not sober, not ever) the puffs of frosty vapor, John managed a shaky half-breath, half-chuckle, pulling him in for a soft kiss like he could catch some of that chill between his lips. Bobby's powers had always been a marvel, and while it was not the first time Bobby had gone cold on him (so to speak), the idea that he had this effect on his boyfriend was something he wanted to savour each and every time.

It was all too intense, too new and different and amazingly good, and Bobby knew his best efforts still weren't going to make this last much longer. There weren't enough baseball stats or actuarial tables in the world for him to recite to himself to distract him from how hot and tight and incredible it felt, being inside of John like this.

He moaned against John's mouth as he returned the kiss, his tongue as chilled as his breath as he deepened the kiss, exploring John's mouth as his thrusts grew more sure, steady and faster as he felt the inevitable tightening within him--and then it was over, the kiss breaking as he groaned breathlessly, cock buried inside of John's ass as it pulsed his climax far before he wanted this to end. "Shit," he whispered, the word an apology to John and a recognition of how good it had been, if too brief.

Feeling the pulse of Bobby's cock inside him, John moaned into that cold mouth, before he pulled back and blinked at Bobby for a second and burst into an amused chuckle. His hand moved to play with Bobby's hair, reassuring, even as he managed a sated smile. His lips were still chilly though, and his tongue too, from Bobby's kiss, and that taste of Bobby's powers was enough to keep his dick hard between them both.

"Hey," John murmured, and pressed a kiss to Bobby's mouth, then his forehead, his hand moving to smooth down his spine and settle on his back, sweat-damp. "That was incredible." Sure, he hadn't come, but truth be told, he'd come a lot lately - a hell of a lot. Thanks to the man in his arms. No cussing was needed.

"...You had time to notice?" Bobby with self-deprecating amusement once he'd caught his breath a little better. Despite his smile he was still a little embarrassed that it had been so fast. It wasn't like he was 16 anymore.

He sighed softly and reached down, carefully pulling out and removing the condom to discard it. "It'll be better next time," he added, although it was possible he was telling himself more than John. "Want me to suck you off?" He grinned and puffed out a visible breath, making it clear that a blowjob with a certain chilly twist was also on offer.

John caught the self-deprecating line and hushed him with a slight pinch to his hip, the shut up, I liked it and I like you fairly explicit in the roll of his eyes. "I think we'll have lots of practice," he suggested, before flopping back against the mattress, grunting a little as he rolled out his shoulders, cock still eager for more.

And considering just how eager his cock was, Bobby's self-esteem issues could go jump in the Thames. John's favour was clearly proof of wonderfulness. Licking his lips, he gestured at his lower body, and wriggled a little out from under his lover on his elbows, his cock springing to attention. "Can I ever say no?" It wasn't like they hadn't spent the past couple of months sucking each other off on a semi-regular basis.

Bobby's grin widened as he leaned up to steal a brief kiss before sliding down John's body, taking his cock into a chilly mouth with no preamble and sliding his lips down the length, taking him deep. He was careful not to let the temperature of his mouth go too low--just cool enough to provide a contrasting sensation against John's warm skin. He'd read blowjob tips that suggested holding an ice cube in your mouth, well--he was an ice cube basically, so why not?

John certainly wouldn't have said the kiss was stolen. More like freely given. Or loaned out, with interest payable in the form of sex. That grin definitely did thing to him; things that were only enhanced by the feel of that chilled mouth around his cock. "Christ," John cursed softly, legs spreading open a bit more instinctively, his ass still aching in the best sort of way. A lot of the time, John had taken control of the blowjob at this point, one hand on the back of Bobby's head. But while he did roll his hips a little, he was so sated by the sex itself, and so lost in the feel of that mouth (to say nothing of the way Bobby looked sucking dick, which John was fairly sure was way worse than any sin he'd ever learned about), that all he could do was let out a breathy, needy growl and let his head tip back on the pillow.

"You look fucking incredible," he sighed up at the ceiling, pistoning his hips a bit more, loving that up-and-down feel.

Bobby's lips curved into a smile around John's cock at the compliment, moving his head in sync with the motion of John's hips, lips and tongue sliding along his length, not teasing or toying with him tonight. He just wanted to make John feel as good as he'd felt a few minutes ago.

There was a part of him - a part that typically came out after a few drinks with a twinkle in his eye and a crooked grin on his face - that thought about how good it would be to hold Bobby in place properly. Two hands on the back of his head, Bobby all but getting his mouth fucked well and good, maybe Bobby's hands tied behind his back so he couldn't struggle too much. John had done it to partners before. Even without the bondage, John tended towards roughness in sex, as in most things.

The idea of doing that with (and to) Bobby made him grunt a little in the back of his throat; because even as he was ever so careful with his boyfriend, a guy could fantasise. Swallowing thickly, he garbled out a warning before coming with a low cry, just at the moment Bobby took him all the way down again.

Bobby swallowed and slowly pulled his mouth away, grinning as he moved up John's body to lie next to him, curling against his side. "Yeah, I guess I could stand to do all of that again sometime," he murmured and chuckled softly, resting a hand on John's chest.

[John and Bobby] Hitting a homerun (Jan 27)

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