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

It was a night like many other nights. John got home from classes with a grumble that mostly disappeared when he saw Bobby. He heated up the pumpkin soup he'd cooked the night before, and declared it better the second time. His grumbling returned when he retreated to the study to pore over open books, make jagged notes on several different pads and promptly strike them all out. Turning to marking and taking some notes on the tutorial discussion he'd lead earlier that day went better; as he told Bobby, he did actually like the 'dingbats', as he called them, although John could never quite imagine himself being that young.

And like most nights, it had ended up with John feeling a lot better by sitting in Bobby's lap, fisting a hand in Bobby's hair, and making out like it it was going out of style.

"You're really good at kissing," John declared, pressing lighter kisses to Bobby's hair, squirming a little so Bobby had to feel the way his ass moved against that crotch. "A-plus, definitely. Same for your blowjobs. And hand jobs." But there was one thing John had yet to uh, grade.

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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.

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