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porn_battle, the prompt was Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt, shy.
John was an awesome kisser. Pushed up against the couch’s arm, Matt did his best to keep from swooning like a teenage girl as John pressed close, hands gripping Matt’s hips as he ate at his mouth.
Matt didn’t quite know how they’d gotten in this position. One moment, they were sitting on the couch, watching a football game - well, John was watching; Matt was texting everyone he could think of to keep from dying of boredom - and the next, John was crowding Matt up against the arm of the couch, shoving his tongue in his mouth.
The harsh whisper of a zipper had Matt turning, cheeks reddening. John mouthed Matt’s chin as he pulled himself out, stroking roughly.
“H-hey,” Matt stuttered, taking in the size of John’s cock - holy shit - before looking up, a helpless grin on his face. “Man, I, uh, didn’t quite prepare for this.”
John pulled back, the lustful haze over his eyes lifting as confusion and mild irritation set in. “What’s to prepare for? You jerk me, I jerk you, easy.”
“Y-yeah.” Matt was pretty sure his face was glowing and he couldn’t stop fucking stuttering. “It’s just that, you know, I-I kind of like some warning. I mean, I haven’t used any kind of skin moisturizer or anything and hey, you’re missing the game-”
“Fuck the game,” John said. “And where the hell would you get calluses from?” He stared at Matt for a moment before his eyes changed; they didn’t soften, Matt wasn’t sure that was possible, but something in them shifted. “You a virgin, kid?”
“What?! No way!” Matt had had plenty - well, several - girlfriends in high school and college. “I seriously can’t believe you just asked me that, man.”
John rolled his eyes. “Sorry for offending your masculine pride,” he said. “What I meant was have you been with any guys?”
Matt was sure the gay porn he’d snuck peaks at didn’t count. “Well, not exactly.” John laughed and Matt winced. “Yeah, laughing is definitely helpful. Let’s go with that.”
“Calm down,” John said, still smiling. “So you’re a little shy, big fucking deal. What will make you feel better?” He gestured down at his swollen dick. “Because this isn’t going away. You want me to close my eyes?”
“Yeah, make fun,” Matt said, definitely not pouting now. “That’s…actually, that’s kind of a good idea.”
John frowned. “What? Are you serious?” He snorted. “Sure, fine, whatever.” He sat back, resting over Matt’s thighs and closed his eyes. “Good enough?”
“No.” Matt stretched out and grabbed a piece of cloth he‘d been meaning to throw away but never got around to. “You’re a peaker, I know. Tie this around your eyes.”
“Ha! You’re serious? That’s kind of kinky, kid. ” John took hold of it and smirked, doing that eyebrow thing that always got Matt hot, before tying it around his head. “Okay, ready.”
“Okay.” Matt bit his lip and looked down at John’s cock. Taking a shaky breath, he gently grasped hold of it and slid his fingers down it’s length, taking in it’s girth.
“John, you’re fucking huge,” he whispered and got a low chuckle in return. Gripping it tighter, Matt began a steady pace, jerking him off in a slow rhythm.
“Here, kid,” John said curling his hand around Matt’s around his cock. “Squeeze me harder.” John took control, moving their hands, twisting ever so slightly on the way up and sliding down fast.
His own cock was being neglected, but Matt didn’t give a shit. His attention was divided between John’s cock; heavy, swollen, precome dripping from it’s head and onto John and Matt’s entwined fingers - and his face; blindfold hiding his eyes, teeth digging into his lips, muttering things Matt couldn’t make out.
It was really fucking hot.
“I’m…I’m gonna come,” John muttered, fingers tightening over Matt’s. Matt swooped in for a kiss, teeth clattering painfully against John’s as he upped the ante, hands cupping John’s cock even harder as he stroked him to completion. John came with a shout against Matt’s mouth, come splattering against his t-shirt.
“W…wow,” Matt said as John ripped off the makeshift blindfold, panting and smirking at him. “You came a lot.” Without thinking, he brought his hand up to his mouth and gave it a quick lick, face scrunching up at the taste.
“Christ, kid,” John said with a groan as he watched him. “Give me a few minutes to rest up before doing something so fucking sexy, will you?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, with a grin, feeling more comfortable now that he’d gotten John off. “While you’re waiting for it to recharge, old man, you can help me take care of this.” He motioned down at his still tight jeans.
John grinned and pushed Matt back against the arm of the couch, leaning over him. “Sure,” he said and bent down, muttering against Matt’s lips as he undid his jeans and reached inside, “But I don’t want either of us to wear a blindfold this time.”
porn_battle, the prompt was Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt, shy.John was an awesome kisser. Pushed up against the couch’s arm, Matt did his best to keep from swooning like a teenage girl as John pressed close, hands gripping Matt’s hips as he ate at his mouth.
Matt didn’t quite know how they’d gotten in this position. One moment, they were sitting on the couch, watching a football game - well, John was watching; Matt was texting everyone he could think of to keep from dying of boredom - and the next, John was crowding Matt up against the arm of the couch, shoving his tongue in his mouth.
The harsh whisper of a zipper had Matt turning, cheeks reddening. John mouthed Matt’s chin as he pulled himself out, stroking roughly.
“H-hey,” Matt stuttered, taking in the size of John’s cock - holy shit - before looking up, a helpless grin on his face. “Man, I, uh, didn’t quite prepare for this.”
John pulled back, the lustful haze over his eyes lifting as confusion and mild irritation set in. “What’s to prepare for? You jerk me, I jerk you, easy.”
“Y-yeah.” Matt was pretty sure his face was glowing and he couldn’t stop fucking stuttering. “It’s just that, you know, I-I kind of like some warning. I mean, I haven’t used any kind of skin moisturizer or anything and hey, you’re missing the game-”
“Fuck the game,” John said. “And where the hell would you get calluses from?” He stared at Matt for a moment before his eyes changed; they didn’t soften, Matt wasn’t sure that was possible, but something in them shifted. “You a virgin, kid?”
“What?! No way!” Matt had had plenty - well, several - girlfriends in high school and college. “I seriously can’t believe you just asked me that, man.”
John rolled his eyes. “Sorry for offending your masculine pride,” he said. “What I meant was have you been with any guys?”
Matt was sure the gay porn he’d snuck peaks at didn’t count. “Well, not exactly.” John laughed and Matt winced. “Yeah, laughing is definitely helpful. Let’s go with that.”
“Calm down,” John said, still smiling. “So you’re a little shy, big fucking deal. What will make you feel better?” He gestured down at his swollen dick. “Because this isn’t going away. You want me to close my eyes?”
“Yeah, make fun,” Matt said, definitely not pouting now. “That’s…actually, that’s kind of a good idea.”
John frowned. “What? Are you serious?” He snorted. “Sure, fine, whatever.” He sat back, resting over Matt’s thighs and closed his eyes. “Good enough?”
“No.” Matt stretched out and grabbed a piece of cloth he‘d been meaning to throw away but never got around to. “You’re a peaker, I know. Tie this around your eyes.”
“Ha! You’re serious? That’s kind of kinky, kid. ” John took hold of it and smirked, doing that eyebrow thing that always got Matt hot, before tying it around his head. “Okay, ready.”
“Okay.” Matt bit his lip and looked down at John’s cock. Taking a shaky breath, he gently grasped hold of it and slid his fingers down it’s length, taking in it’s girth.
“John, you’re fucking huge,” he whispered and got a low chuckle in return. Gripping it tighter, Matt began a steady pace, jerking him off in a slow rhythm.
“Here, kid,” John said curling his hand around Matt’s around his cock. “Squeeze me harder.” John took control, moving their hands, twisting ever so slightly on the way up and sliding down fast.
His own cock was being neglected, but Matt didn’t give a shit. His attention was divided between John’s cock; heavy, swollen, precome dripping from it’s head and onto John and Matt’s entwined fingers - and his face; blindfold hiding his eyes, teeth digging into his lips, muttering things Matt couldn’t make out.
It was really fucking hot.
“I’m…I’m gonna come,” John muttered, fingers tightening over Matt’s. Matt swooped in for a kiss, teeth clattering painfully against John’s as he upped the ante, hands cupping John’s cock even harder as he stroked him to completion. John came with a shout against Matt’s mouth, come splattering against his t-shirt.
“W…wow,” Matt said as John ripped off the makeshift blindfold, panting and smirking at him. “You came a lot.” Without thinking, he brought his hand up to his mouth and gave it a quick lick, face scrunching up at the taste.
“Christ, kid,” John said with a groan as he watched him. “Give me a few minutes to rest up before doing something so fucking sexy, will you?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, with a grin, feeling more comfortable now that he’d gotten John off. “While you’re waiting for it to recharge, old man, you can help me take care of this.” He motioned down at his still tight jeans.
John grinned and pushed Matt back against the arm of the couch, leaning over him. “Sure,” he said and bent down, muttering against Matt’s lips as he undid his jeans and reached inside, “But I don’t want either of us to wear a blindfold this time.”