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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 10/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Heh, I've been listening to Eyeball Tickler by Oasis whilst writing this, you'll understand if you've listened.
He walks me into his rooms, telling me he has something to ‘show me’. He smiles at me, closing the door and making a large arm gesture to his room. “This is where magic hap- well, this is where I sleep.” He stops himself mid-sentence to correct himself, making his smile broaden.
I’d be laughing too, but I’m quite concerned about what’s going on here. After all, can you really blame me? “It’s… nice.”
“It is,” he confirms. “Does me fine.” He nods, agreeing with himself almost and then pushes at my chest. It wasn’t a hard push, but I wasn’t expecting it and so he caught me off guard and I stumble back until I come into contact with the door. I shut my eyes nervously as he comes close to me. He’s going to fucking hit me, isn’t he?
…No, being the answer to that question. He doesn’t hit me. Far from it in fact. He does something I really don’t expect. James’ lips come crashing down heavily on mine. My body jerks up in surprise as he does so, but finally relaxes as he brings his arms to wrap gently around it.
It’s an uncomfortable kiss at first, with me not knowing what’s going on in the slightest, but I finally adjust to it, my arms resting naturally at the small of his back. He pulls his head back, cocking it to one side to look at me. I’m too much in shock to question it; I just stare back at him, no doubt the look on my face being one of bewilderment. Still, it very much beats, well, getting beat up!
After a couple of seconds of silent staring his lips follow a straight path to mine again and he parts my lips with his tongue, raking it along my teeth before sliding it smoothly into my mouth. His hands clasp around my upper arms and he walks me backwards with him, and then twists me round and I drop onto the bed.
By instinct I pull myself up it until my head rests on the pillow. Grinning devilishly James scoots onto the bed, a leg either side of my body so he’s straddling me. “Ja-” is all I manage to spit out before his mouth is locked to mine again. Once he’s satisfied he’s silenced me he pulls back, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
I feel him tugging at the bottom of my top, lifting it up to leave my skin bare, the coolness of the air making me shiver slightly. This only makes him smirk and he tugs it up even more, making me lift into a sitting position to discard it fully. I chuck it to his bedroom floor and then his hand is on my chest, pushing me back gently until I’m lying down once again. His lips find their way to my collar bone and he sucks on it gently as he fiddles around with the fastening to my jeans, tugging on it to try and undo it.
I have to laugh at it. His lips break contact with my skin and he looks down so he can see the complexity of the fastening he’s trying to do. Once he’s finally worked it out he undoes my zip and then manoeuvres himself down my body until his straddling at my legs and starts to pull down my boxers and jeans at the same time. I assist him by lifting my hips up so it’s easier for him - after all I really wouldn’t want him to have the same problems with this as he did with the fastening.
He tugs of my shoes and socks at the same time leaving me completely naked. He stands up at the end of the bed, chucking my clothing to one side, and just stares down at me for a couple of seconds. I bite at my lip nervously, trying to calm down my breathing, trying to relax. I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch as he blatantly judges my body from where he’s standing.
I feel the weight shift on the bed at the end as he scrambles back onto it, straddling just below my knees. I can feel the sweat all over my body, my hair going into its state of unattractive clumps that glue heavily down to my forehead.
That thought is completely forgotten about when he places a kiss on the inside of my right thigh, flicking his tongue over an extremely sensitive part of my skin. Gradually he works his way up, and then his lips leave my skin.
Trying, and failing, to get my breathing back to its regular state, without warning his hand wraps around my dick, pumping it slowly and then his mouth sucks at the head. I buck up from the shock, and the way my body naturally reacts. It’s wrong for me to be wanting this so much isn’t it. Actually not wanting, needing I think it’s fair to say.
I lick at my lips to give them there moisture back, and swallow the heavy lump threatening to block of air supply in the back of my throat. He gets faster and faster and I feel the familiar knot building deep inside my stomach.
I don’t last long, but I think that’s for obvious reasons, and shoot my load into his mouth. Once he’s ‘finished’ as it were he sits up at the end of the bed, looking down at me. I’m well aware that I’ve drench his bed in sweat, but y’know, I think he’s the one to blame for that. I don’t really get why that just happen. I mean… Well, I don’t know what I mean to be honest, but why?
I look to him and he’s sitting looking down at, well, I think his eyes are looking at my chest but I dunno. I wait for my breathing to get fairly normal before I say anything. “Well, that certainly was better than getting beat up.” Oh… crap, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“What?” He asks, meeting my eyes.
I huff through my nose, something I do instead of laughing too much. “Nothing, sorry. I urh… well.”
“Here,” he stands up and then chucks me my boxers from off the floor. I sit up, pulling them on and the go to retrieve the rest of my clothes. “What are you doing?” He questions.
“Well, I was just going to get-”
“Sit down, Matt.” He orders and then takes a seat next to me.
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 10/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Heh, I've been listening to Eyeball Tickler by Oasis whilst writing this, you'll understand if you've listened.
He walks me into his rooms, telling me he has something to ‘show me’. He smiles at me, closing the door and making a large arm gesture to his room. “This is where magic hap- well, this is where I sleep.” He stops himself mid-sentence to correct himself, making his smile broaden.
I’d be laughing too, but I’m quite concerned about what’s going on here. After all, can you really blame me? “It’s… nice.”
“It is,” he confirms. “Does me fine.” He nods, agreeing with himself almost and then pushes at my chest. It wasn’t a hard push, but I wasn’t expecting it and so he caught me off guard and I stumble back until I come into contact with the door. I shut my eyes nervously as he comes close to me. He’s going to fucking hit me, isn’t he?
…No, being the answer to that question. He doesn’t hit me. Far from it in fact. He does something I really don’t expect. James’ lips come crashing down heavily on mine. My body jerks up in surprise as he does so, but finally relaxes as he brings his arms to wrap gently around it.
It’s an uncomfortable kiss at first, with me not knowing what’s going on in the slightest, but I finally adjust to it, my arms resting naturally at the small of his back. He pulls his head back, cocking it to one side to look at me. I’m too much in shock to question it; I just stare back at him, no doubt the look on my face being one of bewilderment. Still, it very much beats, well, getting beat up!
After a couple of seconds of silent staring his lips follow a straight path to mine again and he parts my lips with his tongue, raking it along my teeth before sliding it smoothly into my mouth. His hands clasp around my upper arms and he walks me backwards with him, and then twists me round and I drop onto the bed.
By instinct I pull myself up it until my head rests on the pillow. Grinning devilishly James scoots onto the bed, a leg either side of my body so he’s straddling me. “Ja-” is all I manage to spit out before his mouth is locked to mine again. Once he’s satisfied he’s silenced me he pulls back, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
I feel him tugging at the bottom of my top, lifting it up to leave my skin bare, the coolness of the air making me shiver slightly. This only makes him smirk and he tugs it up even more, making me lift into a sitting position to discard it fully. I chuck it to his bedroom floor and then his hand is on my chest, pushing me back gently until I’m lying down once again. His lips find their way to my collar bone and he sucks on it gently as he fiddles around with the fastening to my jeans, tugging on it to try and undo it.
I have to laugh at it. His lips break contact with my skin and he looks down so he can see the complexity of the fastening he’s trying to do. Once he’s finally worked it out he undoes my zip and then manoeuvres himself down my body until his straddling at my legs and starts to pull down my boxers and jeans at the same time. I assist him by lifting my hips up so it’s easier for him - after all I really wouldn’t want him to have the same problems with this as he did with the fastening.
He tugs of my shoes and socks at the same time leaving me completely naked. He stands up at the end of the bed, chucking my clothing to one side, and just stares down at me for a couple of seconds. I bite at my lip nervously, trying to calm down my breathing, trying to relax. I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch as he blatantly judges my body from where he’s standing.
I feel the weight shift on the bed at the end as he scrambles back onto it, straddling just below my knees. I can feel the sweat all over my body, my hair going into its state of unattractive clumps that glue heavily down to my forehead.
That thought is completely forgotten about when he places a kiss on the inside of my right thigh, flicking his tongue over an extremely sensitive part of my skin. Gradually he works his way up, and then his lips leave my skin.
Trying, and failing, to get my breathing back to its regular state, without warning his hand wraps around my dick, pumping it slowly and then his mouth sucks at the head. I buck up from the shock, and the way my body naturally reacts. It’s wrong for me to be wanting this so much isn’t it. Actually not wanting, needing I think it’s fair to say.
I lick at my lips to give them there moisture back, and swallow the heavy lump threatening to block of air supply in the back of my throat. He gets faster and faster and I feel the familiar knot building deep inside my stomach.
I don’t last long, but I think that’s for obvious reasons, and shoot my load into his mouth. Once he’s ‘finished’ as it were he sits up at the end of the bed, looking down at me. I’m well aware that I’ve drench his bed in sweat, but y’know, I think he’s the one to blame for that. I don’t really get why that just happen. I mean… Well, I don’t know what I mean to be honest, but why?
I look to him and he’s sitting looking down at, well, I think his eyes are looking at my chest but I dunno. I wait for my breathing to get fairly normal before I say anything. “Well, that certainly was better than getting beat up.” Oh… crap, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“What?” He asks, meeting my eyes.
I huff through my nose, something I do instead of laughing too much. “Nothing, sorry. I urh… well.”
“Here,” he stands up and then chucks me my boxers from off the floor. I sit up, pulling them on and the go to retrieve the rest of my clothes. “What are you doing?” He questions.
“Well, I was just going to get-”
“Sit down, Matt.” He orders and then takes a seat next to me.