Fic: All Better
TITLE: All Better
AUTHOR: ayumie
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Bobby/John
SUMMARY: Bobby's foray into delinquency and its consequences. Total PWP.
NOTES: Thanks to lea724 for being a wonderful beta-reader. The first thing I've written in months. Just two pages, but yay!
FEEDBACK: Makes me happy.
All Better
Bobby looked around the empty classroom, still not quite able to believe that this was happening to him. He was going to spend the next three hours of this sunny Saturday afternoon writing an essay on why he would never, ever pour another box of laundry detergent into the fountain.
It wasn’t fair. It hadn’t even been his idea. Well, the laundry detergent thing had been, but that was only after John had been needling him for over a week, daring him to do something, anything to prove that he wasn’t a total wuss. It was the threat to withhold all sexual favors that had finally done it. Well, there he was.
Bobby stared at the empty page in front of him. Perhaps he should turn the whole thing into an essay on peer pressure - or evil, manipulative boyfriends. A noise from outside made Bobby look up. John was sitting on the windowsill, looking indecently smug as he surveyed the situation. Feeling his eyes bug out, Bobby quickly glanced at the door. Dr. Grey had left him to his own devices, but there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t be back to check on him. Turning back, he hissed:
“Get out. What if somebody sees you?”
John just rolled his eyes and swung his legs into the room.
“Relax, Drake. And here I was thinking that lame little stunt might have loosened you up a bit.”
At that point John was squarely inside the room and on his way over to where Bobby was sitting.
“In fact I’ve come to see how you are holding up. After all you’re not used to such, uhm, stringent disciplinary measures. Believe it or not, I am sorry you got caught.”
Now it was Bobby’s turn to roll his eyes.
“This school is run by a telepath, John. You knew that I’d get caught.”
“Details, details. Anyway, I’m here to see what I can do to make it all better.”
“Well, you could write this stupid essay for me.”
Now John was looking at him like he was being deliberately obtuse.
“Just say that what you did was wrong and you’re oh so sorry. But you don’t get it, Drake. I’ve come to make it all better. Well, actually I haven’t come as of yet, but the way I see it, that’s just a matter of time.”
Suddenly everything seemed to be happening at once. John shoved the desk aside, eyes dark and inviting as he leaned over Bobby. His hands were on Bobby’s thighs, thumbs tracing small suggestive circles that were almost enough to erase all thoughts of unwelcome visitors and unlocked doors.
“God. John, wait. Please. Not here. Dr. Grey - she could be back any minute.”
“Don’t worry, she’s busy elsewhere. Apparently something set off the fire alarms in the lab.”
Swift fingers undid Bobby’s belt and fly, with any hope of resisting John quickly vanishing. He could feel the other boy’s eyes on his face, studying his expression. Instinctively, Bobby helped as his jeans and boxers were tugged out of the way. Again, he caught John looking at him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” John said in a hoarse voice and bent down to lick Bobby’s cock. So good. He kept forgetting how good it felt to have the other boy doing this, how warm and wet and devastating that mouth could be. John paused as though to give him a chance to catch his breath. Head falling back, Bobby closed his eyes. After a moment those soft, perfect lips were back, sliding over the head of his cock and down the shaft. Bobby’s hand found its way into John’s hair, fingers tangling between carefully arranged strands. Somehow he was starting to feel a lot better about this whole thing. In fact this was just what he had needed. But John was pausing again, mouth red and shiny as he licked his lips. Bobby’s fingers tightened in John’s hair, pulling the other boy back down.
“Please, Johnny, please…”
A lazy smile.
“Watch.”
Tongue rolling around the head and this time Bobby couldn’t help but buck his hips, shivering helplessly as he felt his body temperature plummet. John was swallowing, moaning around his cock, a shivery, urgent sound that seemed to tug low in his stomach. After that Bobby was too busy biting back his own groans to notice much of anything. His whole body seemed to tense, sensations rushing in from everywhere at once, focusing…
It was over far too soon. Bobby found himself slumping in the chair, feeling sated and boneless and only vaguely aware that there was something he should be doing. He only realized that his hand was still in John’s hair when the other boy moved up to kiss him. It was gentle and surprisingly sweet, considering that John was still hard against his thigh and, oh, that was it. But John was pulling away, moving back towards the window even as he ran his fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to smooth it. It took Bobby a moment to find words.
“Wait, I can-“
“Nah. You were right, you know. No telling when Dr. Grey will be back.”
At the look on his face, John grinned wickedly.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll go to our room, lie down on your bed and jerk off until, well, until I grow tired of it. Which could be a while. Who knows, if you hurry, you might even make it to the show.”
With that, John was out of the window, leaving Bobby to hurriedly pull up his pants. Writing that essay wasn’t getting easier.
The End
AUTHOR: ayumie
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Bobby/John
SUMMARY: Bobby's foray into delinquency and its consequences. Total PWP.
NOTES: Thanks to lea724 for being a wonderful beta-reader. The first thing I've written in months. Just two pages, but yay!
FEEDBACK: Makes me happy.
All Better
Bobby looked around the empty classroom, still not quite able to believe that this was happening to him. He was going to spend the next three hours of this sunny Saturday afternoon writing an essay on why he would never, ever pour another box of laundry detergent into the fountain.
It wasn’t fair. It hadn’t even been his idea. Well, the laundry detergent thing had been, but that was only after John had been needling him for over a week, daring him to do something, anything to prove that he wasn’t a total wuss. It was the threat to withhold all sexual favors that had finally done it. Well, there he was.
Bobby stared at the empty page in front of him. Perhaps he should turn the whole thing into an essay on peer pressure - or evil, manipulative boyfriends. A noise from outside made Bobby look up. John was sitting on the windowsill, looking indecently smug as he surveyed the situation. Feeling his eyes bug out, Bobby quickly glanced at the door. Dr. Grey had left him to his own devices, but there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t be back to check on him. Turning back, he hissed:
“Get out. What if somebody sees you?”
John just rolled his eyes and swung his legs into the room.
“Relax, Drake. And here I was thinking that lame little stunt might have loosened you up a bit.”
At that point John was squarely inside the room and on his way over to where Bobby was sitting.
“In fact I’ve come to see how you are holding up. After all you’re not used to such, uhm, stringent disciplinary measures. Believe it or not, I am sorry you got caught.”
Now it was Bobby’s turn to roll his eyes.
“This school is run by a telepath, John. You knew that I’d get caught.”
“Details, details. Anyway, I’m here to see what I can do to make it all better.”
“Well, you could write this stupid essay for me.”
Now John was looking at him like he was being deliberately obtuse.
“Just say that what you did was wrong and you’re oh so sorry. But you don’t get it, Drake. I’ve come to make it all better. Well, actually I haven’t come as of yet, but the way I see it, that’s just a matter of time.”
Suddenly everything seemed to be happening at once. John shoved the desk aside, eyes dark and inviting as he leaned over Bobby. His hands were on Bobby’s thighs, thumbs tracing small suggestive circles that were almost enough to erase all thoughts of unwelcome visitors and unlocked doors.
“God. John, wait. Please. Not here. Dr. Grey - she could be back any minute.”
“Don’t worry, she’s busy elsewhere. Apparently something set off the fire alarms in the lab.”
Swift fingers undid Bobby’s belt and fly, with any hope of resisting John quickly vanishing. He could feel the other boy’s eyes on his face, studying his expression. Instinctively, Bobby helped as his jeans and boxers were tugged out of the way. Again, he caught John looking at him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” John said in a hoarse voice and bent down to lick Bobby’s cock. So good. He kept forgetting how good it felt to have the other boy doing this, how warm and wet and devastating that mouth could be. John paused as though to give him a chance to catch his breath. Head falling back, Bobby closed his eyes. After a moment those soft, perfect lips were back, sliding over the head of his cock and down the shaft. Bobby’s hand found its way into John’s hair, fingers tangling between carefully arranged strands. Somehow he was starting to feel a lot better about this whole thing. In fact this was just what he had needed. But John was pausing again, mouth red and shiny as he licked his lips. Bobby’s fingers tightened in John’s hair, pulling the other boy back down.
“Please, Johnny, please…”
A lazy smile.
“Watch.”
Tongue rolling around the head and this time Bobby couldn’t help but buck his hips, shivering helplessly as he felt his body temperature plummet. John was swallowing, moaning around his cock, a shivery, urgent sound that seemed to tug low in his stomach. After that Bobby was too busy biting back his own groans to notice much of anything. His whole body seemed to tense, sensations rushing in from everywhere at once, focusing…
It was over far too soon. Bobby found himself slumping in the chair, feeling sated and boneless and only vaguely aware that there was something he should be doing. He only realized that his hand was still in John’s hair when the other boy moved up to kiss him. It was gentle and surprisingly sweet, considering that John was still hard against his thigh and, oh, that was it. But John was pulling away, moving back towards the window even as he ran his fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to smooth it. It took Bobby a moment to find words.
“Wait, I can-“
“Nah. You were right, you know. No telling when Dr. Grey will be back.”
At the look on his face, John grinned wickedly.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll go to our room, lie down on your bed and jerk off until, well, until I grow tired of it. Which could be a while. Who knows, if you hurry, you might even make it to the show.”
With that, John was out of the window, leaving Bobby to hurriedly pull up his pants. Writing that essay wasn’t getting easier.
The End