"Fucky- Fucky"
“Fucky-Fucky”
“You guys are so lovey- dovey,” Jeremy said loudly over lunch. He rolled his eyes so
high, his friends almost lost the dark brown in all of the white.
“No we're not,” Jaylen ( or Jay, as he like to be called) said defensively. He narrowed his bluish-hazel eyes and tugged on the small black ringlet that hung in his face, courtesy of the thin headband that pushed everything else back, in irritation. “You're
just bein' stupid because you're lonely.”
“Or I'm just getting' sick and tired of your lovey- dovey sweet shit. It's rotting my damn teeth!”
The bell rang for the next lunch to begin and Jay stood, although he knew that his own lunch period went on for another half hour. “See you guys in Biblical Terminology,” he shouted behind him as he walked away.
“He's gonna see his man and leave us behind” he heard from the table. “You lovey- dovey asshole!”
Jay scoffed and kept walking. So what if he knew that his boyfriend's break started at that time? And sure, they held hands a lot. What was the problem with that?
“We're a fuckin' couple,” he whispered to himself.
So into his thoughts, Jay didn't realize he had reached his destination until strong arms wrapped around his middle, causing him to gasp and jump. He narrowly missed his love's chin with his curly head.
“We are a fuckin' couple,” came a deep murmur in his ear.
Jay leaned back with a sigh, knowing who it was almost immediately. He took his lover's hand with his own and laced their fingers together. “Hey, Shane,” he said softly, not knowing that his voice had dropped one breathless, husky octave.
The arms around him tightened. “Don't talk like that, Jay,” Shane warned his boyfriend.
As soon as realization dawned, Jay's full lips stretched into a grin and he spoke again, keeping the same tone. “Like what? Are you okay, Shane?”
Before he knew it, Jay was being dragged through the Senior's halls, before coming to a stop inside of a deserted music room.
Shane, a Senior Himself, knew that the Seniors in said class would all be off on a trip to London to impress the Queen with their musical prowess.
In the music room, Shane intended to astound with a different kind of prowess. He pulled his lover close, their lips meeting once, twice, three times before he followed Jay's bottom lip with his tongue. “You should know better, Jaylen,” he said in a low tone.
Jay pulled away, backing up to a long, two- seater table. “I do,” he breathed, “usually.” He sat on the table and used his own tongue to trace the lip his lover had just abandoned. “Come here, babe,” he said with a smirk, beckoning with a slim, caramel hued finger.
Shane closed the distance in four strides, grabbing his boyfriend by the hips and crashing their lips together, choking the other with his taste.
Jay groaned , the sound muffled by his lover's mouth. He lay back slowly, gasping sharply as he was tugged into a growing erection. His gasp turned into a long moan when the taller youth ground their hips together and again the other thrusted against him through his jeans,
lifting Jay's legs and wrapping them around his waist.
“You have anything?” Shane panted into the smaller youth's lips.
Jay shook his head quickly. “But I don't wanna stop,” he breathed harshly.
“We should,” Shane returned.
“I won't,” Jay argued. “We won't.”
After a moment, Shane nodded his concession. “We won't.” He moved away from his love's mouth, moving to a spot on his neck that Shane knew by heart from their two and a half years together.
Jay groaned louder, his nails digging into the other's shoulders and his eyes squeezing shut as those lips sucked a bruise onto his spot. “Shane, hurry.”
Taking off his lover's jeans had never taken too long, but Shane had both the jeans and Jay's underwear off in record time. His own were undone even faster. As he made his way down his love's body, he wrapped a hand around Jay's length. After pumping a few times, he took his hand away, giving it to Jay's mouth and replacing it with his own.
Jay cried out around the fingers in his mouth as he adjusted to the change and slid a hand through Shane's dark hair, pressing it to the base of his skull, right under the start of his braid. “Ughh,” he moaned. “Shane.”
Shane pulled his fingers away and pressed them up against Jay's opening, pushing one inside.
“Ah!” Jay tensed and closed his eyes tightly, trying to get over the slight pain of the intrusion. He felt a hand caressing his stomach and opened his eyes to see his lover.
The taller boy looked at the other through dark eyes turned darker with lust and concern.
Jay laced their fingers together again and let his head fall back with a loud sigh. He arched his back, helping his love's finger reach the spot inside him that made him feel like- “Shane!” he gasped loudly. He didn't notice the other two fingers when they were added to the first, he just spread his legs wider and moved his hips in time with them. “Hurry, Shane!” He hissed. “Now! Do it now!”
Shane pulled away to run his tongue sown his boyfriend's stomach, dipping slowly into his navel with a chuckle. “Just a little more, babe.”
He huffed, frustration showing in his voice. “Now,” he grunted, “before I die!”
Shane pulled his fingers out and used the hand to fist himself quickly,using the saliva and precum as a lubricant. “If you say so,” he said softly as he brought their lips together in a long kiss. He positioned himself and entered slowly.
At the feel of the hardness entering his body, jay broke away from the kiss and panted harshly, forcing himself to relax. “Damn, baby,” he gasped out, “you've gotten bigger. How is that?”
The taller youth's laugh came out in a few gusts of air, not stopping his movement until he was buried to the hilt. He paused, waiting for the smaller boy to adjust.
Jay waited for the burn to go away as he looked at his love's face, his clenched jaw with the effort it took to stay still. He smiled as he remembered their linked hand and tightened his slightly to get his boyfriend's attention. “Move, baby,” he whispered softly, tilting
his hips a little.
Shane exhaled through his teeth and rocked his hips back, grunting when he thrusted back in.
“Ah, Shane!” Jay's back arched again. “Yes,” he sighed. He accepted the slow pace that his lover set, loving the feel of Shane moving inside him. But too soon he was ready to move on.
“Shane,” he groaned, tightening his fingers again. “More, Shane. More.”
The youth complied, leaning down for another kiss as his honey colored hips moved faster, sweat making hair escape his long braid.
Jay gave his sounds to his love, his breaths leaving in gusty moans. He held onto Shane's sides, digging his fingers into the other's ribs, urging for even more.
Once again he complied, breaking the kiss to throw his head back as he pistoned his hips forward, angling his thrusts so he hit his lover's spot repeatedly.
“Sha-ah! Shane!” Jay met his thrusts with his own, he eyes glazing over at the sight of his pleasure- seeking boyfriend. His climax snuck up on him, forcing him off of the table as he exploded with a loud cry.
His lover didn't stop, instead moving faster and deeper, looking for his own end.
Jay grew hard again and he moved his hand between them to take care of it.
Shane pushed his hand away without replacing it with own.
“Shane,” he protested with a whimper.
“Leave it,” the taller boy growled. He lifted the other boy's hips from the table and thrusted hard, his hipbones hitting Jay's cheeks with an obscene slapping sound.
Jay moved his hand to his love's arm, holding on tightly as his second orgasm came near. “Shane,” he gasped. “Again.”
“Together,” Shane grunted and shoved his length into Jay's spot once more.
“Shane- aahhh!” Jay almost convulsed, his eyes sliding back and his nails scraping skin off the bigger youth's arm.
Shane rocked through his own ending, his lover's quaking walls becoming too much. He slumped forward as it ebbed, groaning his love's name.
Jay rubbed small circles into his back, whispering the same loving words as he always did, though the other never remembered after they recovered.
The bell rang, its sound signaling the end of the school day.
“Hell,” Jay sighed. “I have to go meet Nick and Jeremy so we can walk to Nick's house.”
Shane stood and they both dressed in a comfortable silence. When they were ready to leave, Shane spoke. “Was Jeremy the reason you were upset before?”
“That guy needs to get a girlfriend. He's so lucky that I found a girl that'll deal with his shit. She's Nick's cousin. We're gonna meet her at his house today.” Jay reached up and
smoothed the hair back into Shane's braid.
Shane wrapped his arms around his waist and brought their lips together again, groaning as they deepened it.
“I love you,” Jay breathed against his lips.
“I love you too,” Shane replied in a whisper. “Now go meet your friends and I'll pick you up from Nick's house later.”
“Okay,” he nodded. They kissed once more before Jay walked away. “Call me when you're coming, 'kay?”
Shane affirmed and watched his boyfriend waddle away with a smile.
“Jaylen!” Nick greeted when the three friends met at the school gate. “Where were you?"
“We haven't seen you since halfway into lunch,” Jeremy chimed in.
“Yeah. We thought you were mad at Jeremy since you missed the last two lectures.”
Jay shook his head. “I wasn't mad,” he answered. “I was with Shane.”
“Ick,”Jeremy stuck out his tongue, shaking his head in disgust. “You guys are so damn lovey- dovey!”
Jay shook his head again in response, opening his mouth to deny the statement. Then he paused, remembering. He smiled. “No we're not,” he said matter- of- factly. “We're fucky- fucky.”
He continued walking, leaving his two slack-jawed friends behind.
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And, cut! Was it good? First try at posting something other than depressing poems up here. Tell me if I made any mistakes, kay? The spell check that I got on this new “Microsoft Word” wannabe told me that almost every other word I typed was wrong T^T so the end I
guess.