Jeith - Joint Reaction
So I just accidentally found this Jeith fic I wrote a LOOOONG time ago and actually I think it's quite good. So I felt the need to share.
Title: Joint Reaction
Author: cutothechase (me)
Pairing: Jeith
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own the Who or any of its beautiful members, sadly. Also, this probably never happened (but, man, if it did..).
Vague Summary
as to not give much away: Keith experiences unexpected side effects. It's lucky John's around...
John sighed upon spotting Keith spread out on the bed with a joint steaming from his mouth. He sank down next to him on the bed and took the roll from between his lax lips. Moonie’s eyes shot open.
“Hey, wha’s that for! Was using that, y’know!”
John smirked, reaching to put it out in an ashtray, but Keith caught his hand, looking into his eyes.
Instinctively knowing what Keith wanted somehow, he brought the joint instead to his own lips, drew in deeply and exhaled in a slow puff. Keith restrained a noise in his throat as he watched the burning stick fume between his plush lips. John giggled lightheadedly as his strong fingers drove it again to the ashtray and smothered the smoke.
“You’re so h-hot when you smoke,” Keith whispered, sitting up and taking John’s arm, leaning in close to his face.
“The fuck you think you’re doing, Moon?” John asked casually as the boy inched closer.
“Looking at you,” Keith murmured.
“I’m pretty sure you can see me just fine a foot further back,” John pointed out, lightly brushing back Keith’s hair with his calloused hand to signal that he didn’t really mind. The boy was glistening with sweat. It was getting awfully hot in the room….
Keith’s hand rested on the back of John’s head now, and it seemed he had no intention of moving it back to a reasonable distance. Something was preventing John from backing away. His heart had put the brakes on; he could not move, yet his brain was working a thousand miles a minute.
Meanwhile, Keith’s head was inching closer.
“Jesus, Keith, need a bird?”
But the younger man immediately shook his head.
“No,” he whispered onto John’s lips, “I need you.”
John’s whole world began to spin and he fell forward, landing onto Keith’s waiting lips. Keith was kissing him with such a passion that he felt it couldn’t possibly be an action of the drug alone. He felt his own mouth fight back against the boy’s with such love he never really knew he had for his friend.
But Moonie did want him, and he was begging, pleading John to want him too. So how could he resist?
Keith dragged him up off the bed and backed himself into the wall, with John pressing him further against it. He then broke away breathlessly, gazing up at John with pupils so dilated that the brown was barely visible.
“I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad,” he whispered.
“Driving you mad?” John echoed, dragging his fingers torturingly up Keith’s thigh, making him shiver.
“Yes,” he mumbled, shyly glancing down at the bulge growing in his pants that was evidence of this.
“I see,” John said slowly, still walking his fingers towards Keith’s middle. “Embarrassed alla sudden? What happened to Ballsy ol’ Moonie, hmm?” His fingers rubbed up and down at the crease where leg meets body. It was crazy. He had seen Keith naked a thousand times before. He just never thought he would be the one to undress him. “Lemme see if I can find those balls for you,” John growled as his hand lightly caressed the anatomy mentioned.
Keith threw back his head in a moan, leaning into John’s hand. “Oh, come on, Johnny, don’t do this to me,” he whined, his legs starting to buckle. He took John’s hips and pulled him towards his own.
Without thinking, John hoisted him up so their bodies were aligned. Everything seemed to be on pause a second as they stared each other in the eye, asking permission for the impossible.
But the hesitation only lasted a second, a quick nod from John was enough cue for them to continue.
Keith wrapped his legs around John’s torso and thrust into John’s lap, which immediately grew stiff.
“Ahh, Moonie, do that again and these pants won’t fit,” John warned. So naturally…
“You like that, John?”
“N-No, no, I just-”
“Just what? You want me, huh?” Keith’s clumsy fingers undid John’s fly as he balanced between the other man’s strong hold and the wall. A grin broke over his face as he freed the man’s erection. “Dear me, it’s bigger than I am,” he joked.
John shifted his weight nervously. “It’s about halfway hard right now.” He tried to ignore Keith’s swears and instead helped the boy release his own hardness.
“Mmm, you’re so hot,” Keith whined, trying to distract John from his comparatively small size, but John didn’t care about that. He was too busy undressing both their pants off.
He propped Keith back up on the wall and, with legs quivering in anticipation, he leaned his body against Keith’s, eliciting a moan from both of them as their erections collided.
John held this position as they kissed. He could feel Keith’s precum trickle down his own cock, and that only made him harder. It wasn’t until Keith grabbed his hips in effort to move them did John finally grind their dicks together.
“Oh, GOD, John!”
“Good boy,” John mustered, taking a painfully slow pace so it wouldn’t end too soon.
Minutes passed as their cocks slid against each other’s, getting slicker as they both grew harder and spurted more precum. As the pace picked up, John’s knees buckled, and he suddenly found the tip of his cock at the entrance to Moon’s hole.
They both stared at each other, wide-eyed.
“Do you-”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” John stated firmly.
Keith looked at him reproachfully. “I’ll be fine. See, I found my balls!” He guided John’s hand to them, just for that extra reassurance, and moaned.
John gave a reluctant nod and carried him into the bed, securing Keith’s legs around his shoulders. He stared him in the face as he entered him and promptly lost all cognition in the tightness surrounding his cock.
Other than biting his lips, his friend seemed fine. John proceeded to enter carefully. There was no way Moonie was gonna take all of him. Most birds could only take the first three-quarters anyways. But Keith only moaned when he reached that point.
“S-So big, ugnn, fuck me with it. Please, Johnny?”
So he slid out and re-entered at a slightly faster pace, and Moon allowed all but half an inch or so.
“Fuck me, please baby,” Moon begged again. John complied.
Keith’s legs tightened around John, his hands grabbed at his dark mane. “Yes! Johnny, do that, yeah there, uhhhh yes…”
John only thrust harder, the noise turning him on impossibly more. He wrapped his hand around Keith’s cock stroked it powerfully, and Keith bucked and let out a stream of swears and precum.
“John, I’m gonna-”
“No, Moonie, not yet.” He thrust into him faster, colliding with his sensitive prostate every time.
“I need to-I’m gonna-John!” Keith whimpered, trying to hold his orgasm back as John’s hand continued to pump his cock and rub against his balls.
“Shhh, just…just-”
Things were getting too hot to handle for them both.
Keith’s whole body was shaking in order to keep his cum from exploding out. John felt his hole tense and spasm around him and he groaned fiercely.
“Please, oh Johnny, can I-oh God, I need to come!” There were tears welled up in Keith’s eyes.
“Go, baby. Come for me,” John crooned, still jerking him off relentlessly as he came in spurts across John’s chest, squeaking as each one poured out.
John lost his rhythm and did a quick two more thrusts before coming inside of Keith, moaning the other man’s name.
They panted. John pulled out. They smiled at each other.
Then Keith gathered his strength and propped himself up on one elbow to glance at the clock.
“Hmm, only three in the afternoon,” he said. “I feel like another j-”
“Joint?” John asked before Keith could finish. They both shared a smile. “Sounds lovely,” John mused.