ROK Fic: Did Tennessee What Arkansas?, Live Free or Die Hard, John/Matt, FRAO
Title: Did Tennessee What Arkansas?
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Live Free or Die Hard
Pairing: John McClane/Matt Farrell
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Lucy spies Matt giving her Daddy a blow job
Kink: voyeurism, masturbation (Lucy, of course!)
Prompter: particlesofgale
For: Rounds of Kink, Round Five, Day One
Author's Note: First time playing with this pairing, but the prompt was too good to resist.
Did Tennessee What Arkansas?
Of course it started to rain...
“John McClane, where the fuck are you?”
Lucy Gennero scrabbled in her purse for the keys to her dad’s two-flat apartment building, trying to get out of the sudden microburst rain shower. By the time she got the first door unlocked and walked into the hallway, the rain had dissipated, but her hair was pretty wet. The lock on the apartment door gave her a hard time, so she was thoroughly pissed by the time she’d gotten inside and relocked the door behind her.
He complains that he never sees me, so I stop by, expecting him to be sitting around watching CNN like he always does. But no. Is he here watching cable like he’s supposed to be? Hell no. Probably out fucking saving the world again. And here I am giving up my free evening to take him out to dinner and he’s no where to be fucking found.
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She had been standing at the bathroom mirror, fixing her now dry hair, when she’d heard the first thump against the front door. The scrabble of keys came next, and she figured her dad had his hands full as he was trying to get into the apartment. She had just been about to call out to him to hold on, when the door pushed open and two people all but tumbled into the apartment, mouths locked in a heated kiss. She knew immediately that the bald-headed man was her dad. But it took a few seconds before her mine registered that he was kissing a man. Lucy eased quietly away from the bathroom door, pushing it nearly closed as she moved.
What the fuck?
She heard the front door slam shut and then another thump. She peeked back out the cracked bathroom door to see her dad leaning with his back against the front door, his left hand roughly kneading the ass of the guy in front of him. He put his right hand on the guy’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees.
Holy shit!
The young man’s hand stroked up and down John’s quickly exposed erection. As her dad pushed the long dark hair away from his face Lucy realized she recognized the man on his knees about to suck her father’s cock.
Matt?
Matt greedily licked up and down the large cock in his face like it was the best fucking lollypop in the world.
My dad is getting a blow job. From a man. Oh my god. This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I shouldn’t be seeing this.
Lucy backed away from the bathroom door.
I just watched my father having sex. Fuck!
This is the kind of thing that makes you want to wash your mind out with bleach. This is the kind of thing that gives children nightmares, scars them for life. This is the kind of thing a child never, ever wants to even think about, let alone see. My parents having sex. Well, one parent, but it doesn’t matter. I could be in therapy for the rest of my life. It's wrong. So very, very, VERY wrong.
Lucy peeked back out into the hallway and watched as John had started a rhythm of stroking into Matt’s mouth.
Oh this is sooo wrong… But it’s also kind of hot, in an illicit gay porno kind of way. That is, if I, Lucy McClane, were into illicit gay porn. Which, being a well rounded and intellectually curious woman, I might have downloaded a few movies. Ok, so a lot of movies.
She spied through the crack again and watched as her father pushed his penis back into Matt's mouth, his thigh muscles clenching as he seemed to be trying to restrain his movements. She bit her lip suppressing a gasp.
OK. So, no. Gennero. Right now, not McClane. Not possibly McClane, while I'm watching Daddy get a blowjob from his lover. His male lover. His younger male lover. From Matt, damn it. No, right now, not McClane. It’s Gennero.
And really, how fucked up is this anyway? I’m hiding in Dad’s bathroom watching him get sucked off by my almost boyfriend. Well, Matt could have been my boyfriend, if he'd wanted to be, if he'd even tried, if he'd have called at least once after the whole fire sale business. But he never called. Probably couldn't with Daddy's dick in his mouth.
And that thought, and a groan from the other room, brought Lucy's mind back to the situation at hand. The sound of a low growl and “That's right Matty, suck the head, oh Kid yeah, just like that” from her dad sent a shiver through Lucy, making her thighs clench, and the start of wetness between her legs.
Fuck! OK, not Daddy. John. Definitely John. And there is no way in hell I’m getting turned on watching Daddy, shit, watching JOHN!, fuck Matt's mouth. No way.
"Yeah Matty, use your tongue, right there, yeah, right there under the head. Fuck, Kid, yeah."
Ok. Way. Damn!
Lucy tried to close her eyes and pretend what was happening in the next room, wasn't actually happening. But the muffled grunts and moans and slurping just made the lack of visuals worse. And the next exchange from John and Matt made Lucy open her eyes and look anyway.
"Hey, whoa, Matty, what you doing? Trying to swallow my dick?"
Matt sputtered as he tried to catch his breath. "Want you to fuck my face, McClane, want you down my throat."
"Shit." John groaned. "Have you ever done that before, Matty? You ever done that? Shit."
"Yeah. Yeah. But you're bigger. Man you're so fucking huge. But I want too. I know I can. I want..."
John ran his hand along Matt's cheek. "OK. Yeah. OK. I'll guide you through it. OK, just relax, open your mouth and relax. Just take it slow, Kid. Fuck, Matty, shit. Yeah, just take it slow."
Lucy didn't know when she'd put her hand under her skirt and started rubbing her clit. It happened unconsciously, probably right around the time when John held one hand under Matt's chin and the other hand he used to slowly feed his cock in and out of Matt's mouth. She quickly pulled her fingers away, chiding herself about how wrong it was to be getting off on her father having sex.
"Just relax kid, take a breath, now ease it in just a little more, that's it. Just a little more."
John sounded encouraging, just like he had when Lucy was a child and needed to finish her dinner before she got dessert.
OK, shit, bad nostalgic moment.
“Yeah, Kid. That’s it. Take my cock. Take it Matty.”
Lucy continued to watch the scene unfold before her eyes.
OK, fine. It’s too late for me to let them know I’m here. Besides, Matt wasn’t real big in the confidence department before. If he knew I was watching him have sex with my father, he’d probably faint. And Dad would go ape-shit.
But there’s no way I can’t watch. And no way that I can watch without touching myself. I just have to look at this situation rationally. It not like I wanted to watch my father having sex with his male lover. I came over here to see him, and fuck, if I’m not seeing him now. But I have to be objective about this. This is nothing different than those gay porn videos, just two men having oral sex. That’s all. Just an older man, with a really hard body, gently instructing his younger lover on how to deep throat his cock. That’s all.
FUCK!
Lucy winced. All the gay porn she had been watching recently had been with older guy/younger guy combinations. She refused to dwell on that thought.
“Oh yeah Matty, that’s it, now swallow Kid. Fuck!” McClane groaned deep as he cradled Matt’s throat. “Kid you gonna make me come…”
Lucy watched as John pulled back and began making short rapid strokes into Matt’s mouth. Matt was urging her father on with slurping sounds and his hands gripping John’s ass tightly.
When John reached down with both hands to keep Matt’s head still as he fucked Matt’s face, Lucy gave up on all pretences at not being aroused. She shoved two fingers in between her wet folds, pumping them in and out in time to McClane’s movements.
John moaned out a deep throaty “Matty!” and stilled. Lucy knew he was flooding Matt’s mouth with his cum and she brought her free hand to her mouth to stifle her own groan as she climaxed on her fingers.
She realized she must have made some sound because John was looking directly at the partially opened bathroom door, looking right at her. But then he had an armful of a very horny Matt who was humping his thigh and licking into her dad’s mouth.
“Please, McClane, please,” Matt moaned.
Lucy was bracing for the shit to hit the fan. But was surprised instead when McClane kissed Matt deeply, running his hand possessively over the younger man’s ass.
“What do you want, Kid?” John murmured in Matt’s ear.
“Fuck, anything. Your hand. Anything. Just please.” Lucy watched as Matt shook with unbridled arousal. She watched as her dad angled Matt’s body where his back was too her. Even without the visual, she knew the moment John took Matt’s cock in hand by the groan Matt let out.
“Fuck. Yes. Harder. Faster. John. John. Coming. Fuck.”
Matt’s body appeared to seize, and John shoved his tongue deep into Matt’s mouth, swallowing up all his groans. Lucy shuddered and came for a second time.
“Damn, John, that was so fucking good. Shit.” Matt had finally stopped gulping large breaths of air, though his legs still appeared to be shaky as he continued to lean into John’s body.
John kissed him sweetly, and Lucy realized then that this seemed like more than just sex between them. Her dad seemed to really like Matt.
Damn, I didn’t see that coming.
“OK, Kid. Why don’t you go get into the bed? I’ll be there right after I lock up.” John slapped Matt’s ass, propelling him towards the bedroom.
“Hurry up, McClane, or I’ll start without you.” Matt smirked over his shoulder.
When John saw that Matt was in the bedroom, he walked to the bathroom door, opening it just enough so Lucy could exit. He used his body to shield her from Matt’s view.
“Hi Daddy,” Lucy whispered. “Surprise.”
John smiled and shook his head.
“Sorry?” she ventured. “So you and Matt?”
John looked towards the bedroom, seeing Matt’s feet at the end of the bed. “Yeah.”
“Cool.” Lucy replied. She kissed him on the cheek. “Cool.”
“Hey McClane, get your ass in here and fuck me already.” Matt complained from the bedroom.
“Time to go, sweetheart,” John whispered as he ushered Lucy out the front door.
“Wow, he’s got a great recovery rate,” she snickered as she walked out. The hand on her arm stopped her. She turned to look at her father, his hand held out. Smiling Lucy reached in her purse and pulled out the keys to his apartment. John returned the smile and kissed the top of her head.
“Good night Ms. McClane.”
“I just watched you get a blowjob from your boyfriend. I think it’s best we go with Ms. Gennero, don’t you?”
John smiled back at her, nodding his head. “Good night Ms. Gennero. And not a word to anyone.”
She crossed her fingers over her heart. “Your secret’s safe with me, Daddy.”
As she watched the door close she heard her father yell, “Better be ready Kid, gonna fuck you through the mattress.”
Talk about a quick recovery rate, damn John!
Lucy smiled.
Gennero, definitely Gennero.
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