After The Ball
Title sets the scene. McFox again. Something special though - first piece of smut writing I am actually 100% happy with so I hope you like it. Originally written as 2 parts but I've put it all in one post here.
Enjoy!
Rating is NC-17 so you have been warned.
Katy stormed up the street with John Paul trailing behind.
“Katy, wait!”
“I can’t believe him. Telling you to stay away from me. Who the hell does he think he is?”
John Paul grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him.
“It was Nancy all right? He was telling me to leave her alone, not you. She started having a go at me and he stepped in before I had the chance to do anything stupid”
She looked at him for a second. “Really?”
“Yeah. Nancy has been acting like such a righteous bitch towards me since the whole thing with Craig and Sarah. Jake’s not been much better. Homophobic tosser. They’ve just been waiting for the chance to pick a fight with me.”
Katy grabbed John Paul’s wrist and looked at his watch. “Well it’s too late to go back now. I’m just going to head home”
“Do you want me to walk you there?”
“Sure. I could use the company. Plus Warren will love you for bringing me back in one piece”
John Paul let out a nervous chuckle “Yeah. The last thing I need is Warren breathing down my neck all the time”
Liar
. His inner voice said. It’s not just your neck you want it either is it?
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Warren was sitting with his umpteenth can of lager as he thought about what happened earlier that night. For a split second he had seen the look on John Paul’s eyes when he was talking to him as he left. Something in his head was telling him:
That wasn’t fear in his eyes. It was desire. You turned him on so quick he would have jumped you if you had held him any longer
Did John Paul really want him like that? Warren had never even seen a man look at him like that. Women, sure. But never a man. But this wasn’t just any man.
This was John Paul.
Katy’s friend.
His sister’s friend.
Not only that, he was John Paul McQueen. He’d already slept with his sister. What would people think of him if something ever did happen with the two of them - he would be the person who slept with a brother and sister. Not the kind of thing he really wanted with this whole ‘clean slate’ plan of his.
His thought were interrupted by the sound of voices on the stairs. Voices. One female, obviously Katy, and one male. John Paul.
“Shit.” He said to himself.
He could hear the sound of the door opening behind him.
“Hey! We’re back!”
He turned to face them from his seat on the sofa.
“No need to yell, I’m right here you know” He got up and hugged Katy “Good night was it?”
“Yep. Apart from Zoe and Jess having a fight in the middle of the floor”
“Seriously?” Warren let out a little chuckle
John Paul could feel himself respond to the sound of that laugh. You want him, don’t you? You want him to rip your clothes off and claim you. Right here, right now.
He regained his composure and looked at the two others in the room, who were now standing by the kitchen.
“Listen, I’m going to get off, yeah? I’ll see you tomorrow Katy”
“There’s no need for you to leave yet.” he was surprised to hear Warren’s voice approach him.
“Stay and have a drink. There is something I need to talk to you about.”
Katy was heading for her bedroom as she heard Warren.
“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”
“Best if we sort it out now, eh John Paul?”
“Alright then. Don’t keep him up all night, will you? He does have a home to go to. Night John Paul.”
John Paul didn’t take his eyes off Warren “Night Katy.”
She closed the door and the two men were left in uncomfortable silence.
“So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about,?”
Keep things simple. Don’t think about naked Warren.
“Hmm?…..Oh right. Two things actually. First, any other problems I should know about?”
“Justin was there. But don’t worry, Katy told him where to go.”
“Good. Last thing I need is him sniffing round.”
“What was the other thing.”
“The Loft.”
“The Loft?”
“Yeah. I assume you still want your DJ slot.”
He nodded.
“Good man.” Warren picked up an envelope from the table. “Sign this and get it back to me as soon as”
John Paul took the envelope and pulled out the papers inside. “A full-time contract?”
“Not quite. You fill in the hours you can do and make sure you stick to them.”
“I don’t know what to say. You would honestly let me pick and choose my own hours?”
Warren nodded. “To an extent yeah. I want at least 12 hours over the weekend. During the week is up to you. I don’t want anyone saying I’m taking advantage of your talent”
You can take advantage of me as much as you like.
John Paul willed his inner voice, and his outer reaction, to go away.
“Sure. Thanks for this.” John Paul stuck his hand out without thinking.
Warren took it and shook it gently. “Youre welcome”
The two of them looked at each other, then down at their hands which were still locked together and then back at each other.
Using all his strength, Warren yanked John Paul towards him, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
John Paul returned the kiss slowly at first. Then he could feel the heat coming from Warren’s body. Wrapping his arms around Warren’s neck, he pulled the other man deeper into the kiss and closer to his own body.
When the need for air became too great, they pulled apart, John Paul’s arms still around Warren’s neck.
“That was…..”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have……..I just…….”
“Just what?”
“Wanted you.”
That was all he needed to hear. He pulled the taller man back onto his swollen lips and pulled their bodies together again. Warren responded by turning the young man round and pushing them both onto the sofa.
He collapsed on John Paul, breathing hard. After a few moments, when he had calmed down his breathing enough, he slowly pulled himself out, John Paul wincing slightly as he did so.
They landed on the cold leather, hands roaming over every part of each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t enough. As the kiss deepened, the need for more contact was too much to take for both of them. Warren’s hands made short work of the buttons on John Paul’s shirt and soon the shirt had joined the jacket and Warren’s t-shirt on the floor.
Cold hands slid over Warren’s warm back and he arched his body closer to the writhing form beneath him. John Paul shifted their bodies so they were now side by side. From this new vantage point, he could see the extent of Warren’s desire through the thin material of his trousers. When his fingers hooked themselves round the waistband of them, he looked at Warren with uncertainty in his eyes. Warren nodded his assent as he placed his hands over John Paul’s to reassure him that this is what he wanted.
As the material slid down Warren’s strong legs, he couldn’t help but moan as John Paul’s hands made their way back up, sending his body on fire at the simplest touch. Their hands were roaming over flesh once against as their mouths fought a battle for dominance once again. Warren only winning by pushing John Paul onto his back again.
“You’re still wearing a bit too much for my liking.” Warren whispered in his ear.
“So do something about it then” John Paul had a seductive look in his eyes. He was challenging Warren to see if he would dare undress him or whether he would back away.
He didn’t. He sat up, grabbed the top of John Paul’s trousers and boxers together and yanked them away from his body, revealing every last inch of John Paul’s body, as well as his leaking cock.
It was hard to resist the young man beneath him. The sheen of sweat over his skin made his body glow and his blond hair shone in the dull light of the room. Then there was his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that could drown anyone who looked in them too long. The romantic side of him would say he was looking at a god in human form.
Filled with the need to possess the Adonis below him, Warren pressed his lips to John Paul’s, nipping his bottom lip in an attempt to gain entry back into his hot mouth. He didn’t wait for long and neither of them could be more grateful. For as aroused as they both were, neither could forget the sleeping woman on the other side of the door.
John Paul pushed Warren away from him and looked at his flushed face. “Do you have any idea what you are doing?”
“A little.”
Knowing what he meant, John Paul took this opportunity to take control.
“Do you want me to drive for a while?”
Warren nodded.
“On your back then.” John Paul purred in his ear and Warren was only too happy to comply, turning them round so John Paul was astride him, hands braced on Warren’s shoulders as he lowered himself down and teased Warren’s nipples with his tongue, causing the dark haired man to moan out loud.
“Quiet down or I stop right now” John Paul said as he flicked the top of his tongue over Warren’s belly button.
“Don’t stop.” Warren said with a sigh.
“Will you be quiet?” John Paul said with a teasing tone as his mouth moved closer to his goal.
“Yes”. He was so quiet John Paul could barely hear him.
“Good”.
With that final word, John Paul placed his lips over the tip of Warren’s cock and swallowed him whole. The feeling was almost too much for the dark haired man and he almost came there and then. Soon John Paul let up on his onslaught and began to tease Warren with kisses up and down his leaking member.
Warren grabbed his head and pulled his face up to look at him. “Tease”
“This is only the start of it. Close your eyes and don‘t you dare move.”
Warren did as he was told and lie motionless for what seemed like an eternity. He was always the dominant one but this time he was more than happy to relinquish his control. He could feel something ghost over his skin but didn’t think too much about it.
The time for thinking truly ended when he found his cock slowly being consumed by an achingly tight heat slowly descending over it. He opened his eyes to find John Paul, eyes closed and face screwed up in concentration, lowering himself onto Warren’s cock.
Once fully seated on Warren, John Paul used all the strength he had to roll them over again. This time they landed with a dull thud onto the floor, Warren now on top of as well as inside John Paul.
“I think you know what to do now, Mr Fox”
A sharp thrust had John Paul’s body aching off the cold wood floor. “This part I do know well, Mr McQueen”
That was the last thing either of them could say coherently as Warren began to move again. He began by moving slowly, building up momentum. He slid himself out of John Paul's body then slid it back in, thrusting into the tight body beneath his.
"Oh God, faster," John Paul pleaded. He arched up to meet Warren thrust for thrust. He slammed in harder and faster than before, drawing cries of pleasure out of the blond.
Warren could feel himself coming to the climax but wasn't ready for the dream to end. He increased his pace and could feel John Paul's building orgasm. His body slammed into the blonde’s, the tight heat engulfing it every time as he drove it further within his body.
Mouthing Warren’s name, John Paul came forcefully. His body arched upward, pushing Warren as far as he could go into his body as a wave of heat encompassed him. Warren couldn't hold back much longer, feeling John Paul's muscles contract around his already sensitive cock, and came soon afterward.
They looked at each other in the dull light of the room.
“That was…..…”
“Interesting?”
“Sounds right. Listen, John Paul.……..”
The blond put his fingers on Warren’s lips..
“Don’t say anything. I’m going to go and you are going to sleep. If you want to talk about what just happened, then we can do it some other time. Right now, I think it’s best if I just go.”
They dressed in silence and John Paul was at the door before Warren spoke again.
“You almost left this.” He handed John Paul the brown envelope and stepped back from the door to let John Paul out.
“Thanks. I’ll get this sorted as soon as.” He placed a firm kiss on Warren’s lips as he left the flat. “Promise”
As he watched the blond go down the stairs and out onto the street, all Warren could think was -
“Craig Dean, you lucky bastard"
Enjoy!
Rating is NC-17 so you have been warned.
Katy stormed up the street with John Paul trailing behind.
“Katy, wait!”
“I can’t believe him. Telling you to stay away from me. Who the hell does he think he is?”
John Paul grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him.
“It was Nancy all right? He was telling me to leave her alone, not you. She started having a go at me and he stepped in before I had the chance to do anything stupid”
She looked at him for a second. “Really?”
“Yeah. Nancy has been acting like such a righteous bitch towards me since the whole thing with Craig and Sarah. Jake’s not been much better. Homophobic tosser. They’ve just been waiting for the chance to pick a fight with me.”
Katy grabbed John Paul’s wrist and looked at his watch. “Well it’s too late to go back now. I’m just going to head home”
“Do you want me to walk you there?”
“Sure. I could use the company. Plus Warren will love you for bringing me back in one piece”
John Paul let out a nervous chuckle “Yeah. The last thing I need is Warren breathing down my neck all the time”
Liar
. His inner voice said. It’s not just your neck you want it either is it?
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Warren was sitting with his umpteenth can of lager as he thought about what happened earlier that night. For a split second he had seen the look on John Paul’s eyes when he was talking to him as he left. Something in his head was telling him:
That wasn’t fear in his eyes. It was desire. You turned him on so quick he would have jumped you if you had held him any longer
Did John Paul really want him like that? Warren had never even seen a man look at him like that. Women, sure. But never a man. But this wasn’t just any man.
This was John Paul.
Katy’s friend.
His sister’s friend.
Not only that, he was John Paul McQueen. He’d already slept with his sister. What would people think of him if something ever did happen with the two of them - he would be the person who slept with a brother and sister. Not the kind of thing he really wanted with this whole ‘clean slate’ plan of his.
His thought were interrupted by the sound of voices on the stairs. Voices. One female, obviously Katy, and one male. John Paul.
“Shit.” He said to himself.
He could hear the sound of the door opening behind him.
“Hey! We’re back!”
He turned to face them from his seat on the sofa.
“No need to yell, I’m right here you know” He got up and hugged Katy “Good night was it?”
“Yep. Apart from Zoe and Jess having a fight in the middle of the floor”
“Seriously?” Warren let out a little chuckle
John Paul could feel himself respond to the sound of that laugh. You want him, don’t you? You want him to rip your clothes off and claim you. Right here, right now.
He regained his composure and looked at the two others in the room, who were now standing by the kitchen.
“Listen, I’m going to get off, yeah? I’ll see you tomorrow Katy”
“There’s no need for you to leave yet.” he was surprised to hear Warren’s voice approach him.
“Stay and have a drink. There is something I need to talk to you about.”
Katy was heading for her bedroom as she heard Warren.
“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”
“Best if we sort it out now, eh John Paul?”
“Alright then. Don’t keep him up all night, will you? He does have a home to go to. Night John Paul.”
John Paul didn’t take his eyes off Warren “Night Katy.”
She closed the door and the two men were left in uncomfortable silence.
“So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about,?”
Keep things simple. Don’t think about naked Warren.
“Hmm?…..Oh right. Two things actually. First, any other problems I should know about?”
“Justin was there. But don’t worry, Katy told him where to go.”
“Good. Last thing I need is him sniffing round.”
“What was the other thing.”
“The Loft.”
“The Loft?”
“Yeah. I assume you still want your DJ slot.”
He nodded.
“Good man.” Warren picked up an envelope from the table. “Sign this and get it back to me as soon as”
John Paul took the envelope and pulled out the papers inside. “A full-time contract?”
“Not quite. You fill in the hours you can do and make sure you stick to them.”
“I don’t know what to say. You would honestly let me pick and choose my own hours?”
Warren nodded. “To an extent yeah. I want at least 12 hours over the weekend. During the week is up to you. I don’t want anyone saying I’m taking advantage of your talent”
You can take advantage of me as much as you like.
John Paul willed his inner voice, and his outer reaction, to go away.
“Sure. Thanks for this.” John Paul stuck his hand out without thinking.
Warren took it and shook it gently. “Youre welcome”
The two of them looked at each other, then down at their hands which were still locked together and then back at each other.
Using all his strength, Warren yanked John Paul towards him, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
John Paul returned the kiss slowly at first. Then he could feel the heat coming from Warren’s body. Wrapping his arms around Warren’s neck, he pulled the other man deeper into the kiss and closer to his own body.
When the need for air became too great, they pulled apart, John Paul’s arms still around Warren’s neck.
“That was…..”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have……..I just…….”
“Just what?”
“Wanted you.”
That was all he needed to hear. He pulled the taller man back onto his swollen lips and pulled their bodies together again. Warren responded by turning the young man round and pushing them both onto the sofa.
He collapsed on John Paul, breathing hard. After a few moments, when he had calmed down his breathing enough, he slowly pulled himself out, John Paul wincing slightly as he did so.
They landed on the cold leather, hands roaming over every part of each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t enough. As the kiss deepened, the need for more contact was too much to take for both of them. Warren’s hands made short work of the buttons on John Paul’s shirt and soon the shirt had joined the jacket and Warren’s t-shirt on the floor.
Cold hands slid over Warren’s warm back and he arched his body closer to the writhing form beneath him. John Paul shifted their bodies so they were now side by side. From this new vantage point, he could see the extent of Warren’s desire through the thin material of his trousers. When his fingers hooked themselves round the waistband of them, he looked at Warren with uncertainty in his eyes. Warren nodded his assent as he placed his hands over John Paul’s to reassure him that this is what he wanted.
As the material slid down Warren’s strong legs, he couldn’t help but moan as John Paul’s hands made their way back up, sending his body on fire at the simplest touch. Their hands were roaming over flesh once against as their mouths fought a battle for dominance once again. Warren only winning by pushing John Paul onto his back again.
“You’re still wearing a bit too much for my liking.” Warren whispered in his ear.
“So do something about it then” John Paul had a seductive look in his eyes. He was challenging Warren to see if he would dare undress him or whether he would back away.
He didn’t. He sat up, grabbed the top of John Paul’s trousers and boxers together and yanked them away from his body, revealing every last inch of John Paul’s body, as well as his leaking cock.
It was hard to resist the young man beneath him. The sheen of sweat over his skin made his body glow and his blond hair shone in the dull light of the room. Then there was his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that could drown anyone who looked in them too long. The romantic side of him would say he was looking at a god in human form.
Filled with the need to possess the Adonis below him, Warren pressed his lips to John Paul’s, nipping his bottom lip in an attempt to gain entry back into his hot mouth. He didn’t wait for long and neither of them could be more grateful. For as aroused as they both were, neither could forget the sleeping woman on the other side of the door.
John Paul pushed Warren away from him and looked at his flushed face. “Do you have any idea what you are doing?”
“A little.”
Knowing what he meant, John Paul took this opportunity to take control.
“Do you want me to drive for a while?”
Warren nodded.
“On your back then.” John Paul purred in his ear and Warren was only too happy to comply, turning them round so John Paul was astride him, hands braced on Warren’s shoulders as he lowered himself down and teased Warren’s nipples with his tongue, causing the dark haired man to moan out loud.
“Quiet down or I stop right now” John Paul said as he flicked the top of his tongue over Warren’s belly button.
“Don’t stop.” Warren said with a sigh.
“Will you be quiet?” John Paul said with a teasing tone as his mouth moved closer to his goal.
“Yes”. He was so quiet John Paul could barely hear him.
“Good”.
With that final word, John Paul placed his lips over the tip of Warren’s cock and swallowed him whole. The feeling was almost too much for the dark haired man and he almost came there and then. Soon John Paul let up on his onslaught and began to tease Warren with kisses up and down his leaking member.
Warren grabbed his head and pulled his face up to look at him. “Tease”
“This is only the start of it. Close your eyes and don‘t you dare move.”
Warren did as he was told and lie motionless for what seemed like an eternity. He was always the dominant one but this time he was more than happy to relinquish his control. He could feel something ghost over his skin but didn’t think too much about it.
The time for thinking truly ended when he found his cock slowly being consumed by an achingly tight heat slowly descending over it. He opened his eyes to find John Paul, eyes closed and face screwed up in concentration, lowering himself onto Warren’s cock.
Once fully seated on Warren, John Paul used all the strength he had to roll them over again. This time they landed with a dull thud onto the floor, Warren now on top of as well as inside John Paul.
“I think you know what to do now, Mr Fox”
A sharp thrust had John Paul’s body aching off the cold wood floor. “This part I do know well, Mr McQueen”
That was the last thing either of them could say coherently as Warren began to move again. He began by moving slowly, building up momentum. He slid himself out of John Paul's body then slid it back in, thrusting into the tight body beneath his.
"Oh God, faster," John Paul pleaded. He arched up to meet Warren thrust for thrust. He slammed in harder and faster than before, drawing cries of pleasure out of the blond.
Warren could feel himself coming to the climax but wasn't ready for the dream to end. He increased his pace and could feel John Paul's building orgasm. His body slammed into the blonde’s, the tight heat engulfing it every time as he drove it further within his body.
Mouthing Warren’s name, John Paul came forcefully. His body arched upward, pushing Warren as far as he could go into his body as a wave of heat encompassed him. Warren couldn't hold back much longer, feeling John Paul's muscles contract around his already sensitive cock, and came soon afterward.
They looked at each other in the dull light of the room.
“That was…..…”
“Interesting?”
“Sounds right. Listen, John Paul.……..”
The blond put his fingers on Warren’s lips..
“Don’t say anything. I’m going to go and you are going to sleep. If you want to talk about what just happened, then we can do it some other time. Right now, I think it’s best if I just go.”
They dressed in silence and John Paul was at the door before Warren spoke again.
“You almost left this.” He handed John Paul the brown envelope and stepped back from the door to let John Paul out.
“Thanks. I’ll get this sorted as soon as.” He placed a firm kiss on Warren’s lips as he left the flat. “Promise”
As he watched the blond go down the stairs and out onto the street, all Warren could think was -
“Craig Dean, you lucky bastard"