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Title: Long Weekend
Rating: NC-17. Oh so very.
Characters: Josh/Metis (2nd person, Josh pov. Again)
Notes: Holy moly. I wrote porn! It's been... such a very long time. APOLOGIES FOR MY RUSTY SKILLZ.
You didn’t mention this to anyone at school, but your parents are out of town.
All weekend.
They left you with a full fridge, thirty dollars for pizza, and instructions that there were to be absolutely no parties whatsoever, and they asked the neighbours to keep an ear out for noise and if there was so much as a hint of anything out of place, they’d be home so fast your head would spin.
But, if you wanted, you could invite that sweet Metis over for company.
You kept a straight face for that one, but just barely. Inside, you were jumping around and hollering and trying to figure out how to quietly kidnap him away from Charles for a whole weekend.
Three days with no interruptions.
Two nights.
He’s slept over before, a few times, but you couldn’t go very far with your parents down the hall.
Metis isn’t quiet in bed.
Metis moans. Loudly. You play him like the sounds he makes are music, and to your ears, they are.
He smiled when you casually dropped the hints, said that was nice, and you frowned when he didn’t pick up on what you were implying, but this shouldn’t really surprise you, considering he thought you had a crush on Charles.
So you wait until you’re walking him home, and as soon as you pass out of the streetlamps light, you push him into an alley and pin him against the brick wall. His wrists are held over his head by your hands, and he looks at you like he wants you inside him right now, and you would, except the alley kind of smells and tonight you’re in the mood to take your time.
You bite at his neck and grind your hips against his, driving him half to madness before standing back and once more offering your house to him for three. Entire. Days.
This time, he gets it.
---
It’s June, and it’s hot. Thankfully, your parents installed a full-sized, in-ground pool two summers ago, and you walked outside to the patio this morning in your t-shirt and boxers, and when you got to the waters edge, you just… Kept walking.
You’re floating on your back, eyes shut, grateful that the water is like ice this morning because you’re planning out everything you want to do to Metis over the next eighty or so hours, when you hear the back gate open and close. The obsession in question stands there with a shy smile, opening the back door to the house and throwing his bag inside.
You can’t help it. You start grinning like a lunatic, but he’s used to you, he knows you, and just walks across the grass over to the little gazebo your mother adores to sit in the shade. He’s wearing a white shirt and black shorts, his hair absorbing the sunlight and probably making him bake, but he’s stubborn and won’t get into the pool unless you pick him up and throw him in.
You splash at him a bit, and he crosses his eyes in response.
So you take off your shirt and throw it in his direction before diving down under the water and waiting for him to come near the edge of the pool. He’s like a puppy in that sense, or maybe a baby deer. He has to investigate.
When you come up for air, he’s sitting on the ladder, his sandals tossed to the side and his bare feet submerged. You paddle over and rest your head against his knee, but it isn’t surrender, it’s just.
The two of you.
“Hi,” you say, softly, and he presses a warm hand against your wet hair and plays with a blond lock.
“Hi.”
You pull away, but not far, grabbing onto the sides of the ladder with each hand, gaining your footing so you can pull yourself up and press your mouth against his. His lips, like the rest of him, are warm against your cooled skin, but you hardly care, because he has his arms around your neck and he’s leaning into your touch. You pull back, just a bit, and he follows you without thinking. You do this twice more and then--
SPLASH
He’s in the pool.
You’re treading water as you watch him sputter and swear and try to find his balance, and you can’t help it, really, but you just start laughing.
He glares, turns his head away in what is supposed to be dismissal but really just helps to turn you on even more.
Swimming closer, you dunk him, and before you know it, you’re playing in the water like little kids, except kids don’t ever have this charge running through their bodies, and every time he reaches out and grabs for you, it’s like your skin has been branded with heat and want. You push him backwards, towards the ladder, and he takes the hint and heaves himself out, but you don’t follow. He sits back down, slightly wary, but you just give him a half smile and press a kiss to the front of his shorts.
It’s like someone’s put a current through him, the way his hip twitch upwards and you moved out of the way just in time to avoid a broken nose.
That would have really killed the mood.
You move back to your original position, hooking your feet around the ladder to keep yourself from floating away, reaching for his shorts and undoing the button, sliding down the zipper.
“Josh, no. It’s hot, and we’re outside and we ca--”
You have your hands on him now, and you look up with a smirk. “High fences. No one can see. Besides, it’s a school day, and everyone around here is at work.”
It was pretty much decided that as soon as you invited him over that you’d cut class to gain an extra day of aloneness, and there’ll be hell to pay when the parents get back, assuming you don’t remember to delete the message the school is going to leave this afternoon on your answering machine.
It just might happen. Metis is very distracting. You’ll be lucky if you remember to eat all weekend.
Your mind shifts back to the task at hand, and you gently suck the very tip of his cock into your mouth, licking and suckling and generally driving him crazy. He has one hand on the back of your neck and the other is fisted around the bars of the ladder, his knuckles white.
You glance up and see his eyes are heavy, lids half down as his eyes grow darker. He has his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, a sign he’s going to attempt to be quiet, but that’s just no fun at all, so you take more of him in and listen carefully.
“Josh.”
The cold water isn’t helping much anymore.
---
You’re stumbling through the house, and he has his hands in your hair as you push him against everything, just because you can. You can make a mess or take him in the middle of the kitchen or cup his cock inside his shorts, all out in the open, and there’s no one around to even care.
You wonder if you can convince him to christen each room of your decent sized house, but that will come later, because it’s been weeks, weeks of having to study for finals and projects and no time together and paying attention to the other people in your lives because you’ve been so wrapped up in each other that the real world got put on the back burner for a while.
But he’s here now, and he’s got his head tilted back to give you better access to his neck, which, whoops, now has a hickey, and he hates that, but maybe you’ll be able to distract him for a while before he notices.
You manage to make it up to your room, leaving a wet, soggy trail of clothes behind you, almost like bread crumbs. Follow these, see two boys having incredible sex! You’re stopping now, because your childhood was weird enough without turning all the princesses into hot boys with black hair and chipped polish on their nails.
You lay together for a while, just touching, running your hands all over each other, relearning everything you might have accidentally forgotten in the weeks it’s been since you had him here with you. He rolls you over after a while, onto your back, and licks his way down your body until he gets to your cock. Which, holy fucking shit, he takes in all the way with almost no warning, and you want to ask when he had time to learn how to do this, but that brings to mind images of Charles, which you know are silly because you made damn sure he knew the boy was yours, and why are you thinking about Charles when Metis is deep-throating you like a pro, and the way he smirks around your cock makes none of the rest even matter.
You grab the back of his head and mutter an apology, but the tides have turned and he’s in charge and he wants you to rock against him, gently, because if you hurt him that would be like hurting yourself, and then you’re coming and it’s stars and sparks and all that other girly harlequin stuff they put in your mother’s romance books, which, okay, fine maybe you sneaked a peek at once or twice back when all you had of Metis was a few conversations, a black eye, and what seemed like a completely hopeless crush.
He’s hard again
You'd better take care of that.
Rating: NC-17. Oh so very.
Characters: Josh/Metis (2nd person, Josh pov. Again)
Notes: Holy moly. I wrote porn! It's been... such a very long time. APOLOGIES FOR MY RUSTY SKILLZ.
You didn’t mention this to anyone at school, but your parents are out of town.
All weekend.
They left you with a full fridge, thirty dollars for pizza, and instructions that there were to be absolutely no parties whatsoever, and they asked the neighbours to keep an ear out for noise and if there was so much as a hint of anything out of place, they’d be home so fast your head would spin.
But, if you wanted, you could invite that sweet Metis over for company.
You kept a straight face for that one, but just barely. Inside, you were jumping around and hollering and trying to figure out how to quietly kidnap him away from Charles for a whole weekend.
Three days with no interruptions.
Two nights.
He’s slept over before, a few times, but you couldn’t go very far with your parents down the hall.
Metis isn’t quiet in bed.
Metis moans. Loudly. You play him like the sounds he makes are music, and to your ears, they are.
He smiled when you casually dropped the hints, said that was nice, and you frowned when he didn’t pick up on what you were implying, but this shouldn’t really surprise you, considering he thought you had a crush on Charles.
So you wait until you’re walking him home, and as soon as you pass out of the streetlamps light, you push him into an alley and pin him against the brick wall. His wrists are held over his head by your hands, and he looks at you like he wants you inside him right now, and you would, except the alley kind of smells and tonight you’re in the mood to take your time.
You bite at his neck and grind your hips against his, driving him half to madness before standing back and once more offering your house to him for three. Entire. Days.
This time, he gets it.
---
It’s June, and it’s hot. Thankfully, your parents installed a full-sized, in-ground pool two summers ago, and you walked outside to the patio this morning in your t-shirt and boxers, and when you got to the waters edge, you just… Kept walking.
You’re floating on your back, eyes shut, grateful that the water is like ice this morning because you’re planning out everything you want to do to Metis over the next eighty or so hours, when you hear the back gate open and close. The obsession in question stands there with a shy smile, opening the back door to the house and throwing his bag inside.
You can’t help it. You start grinning like a lunatic, but he’s used to you, he knows you, and just walks across the grass over to the little gazebo your mother adores to sit in the shade. He’s wearing a white shirt and black shorts, his hair absorbing the sunlight and probably making him bake, but he’s stubborn and won’t get into the pool unless you pick him up and throw him in.
You splash at him a bit, and he crosses his eyes in response.
So you take off your shirt and throw it in his direction before diving down under the water and waiting for him to come near the edge of the pool. He’s like a puppy in that sense, or maybe a baby deer. He has to investigate.
When you come up for air, he’s sitting on the ladder, his sandals tossed to the side and his bare feet submerged. You paddle over and rest your head against his knee, but it isn’t surrender, it’s just.
The two of you.
“Hi,” you say, softly, and he presses a warm hand against your wet hair and plays with a blond lock.
“Hi.”
You pull away, but not far, grabbing onto the sides of the ladder with each hand, gaining your footing so you can pull yourself up and press your mouth against his. His lips, like the rest of him, are warm against your cooled skin, but you hardly care, because he has his arms around your neck and he’s leaning into your touch. You pull back, just a bit, and he follows you without thinking. You do this twice more and then--
SPLASH
He’s in the pool.
You’re treading water as you watch him sputter and swear and try to find his balance, and you can’t help it, really, but you just start laughing.
He glares, turns his head away in what is supposed to be dismissal but really just helps to turn you on even more.
Swimming closer, you dunk him, and before you know it, you’re playing in the water like little kids, except kids don’t ever have this charge running through their bodies, and every time he reaches out and grabs for you, it’s like your skin has been branded with heat and want. You push him backwards, towards the ladder, and he takes the hint and heaves himself out, but you don’t follow. He sits back down, slightly wary, but you just give him a half smile and press a kiss to the front of his shorts.
It’s like someone’s put a current through him, the way his hip twitch upwards and you moved out of the way just in time to avoid a broken nose.
That would have really killed the mood.
You move back to your original position, hooking your feet around the ladder to keep yourself from floating away, reaching for his shorts and undoing the button, sliding down the zipper.
“Josh, no. It’s hot, and we’re outside and we ca--”
You have your hands on him now, and you look up with a smirk. “High fences. No one can see. Besides, it’s a school day, and everyone around here is at work.”
It was pretty much decided that as soon as you invited him over that you’d cut class to gain an extra day of aloneness, and there’ll be hell to pay when the parents get back, assuming you don’t remember to delete the message the school is going to leave this afternoon on your answering machine.
It just might happen. Metis is very distracting. You’ll be lucky if you remember to eat all weekend.
Your mind shifts back to the task at hand, and you gently suck the very tip of his cock into your mouth, licking and suckling and generally driving him crazy. He has one hand on the back of your neck and the other is fisted around the bars of the ladder, his knuckles white.
You glance up and see his eyes are heavy, lids half down as his eyes grow darker. He has his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, a sign he’s going to attempt to be quiet, but that’s just no fun at all, so you take more of him in and listen carefully.
“Josh.”
The cold water isn’t helping much anymore.
---
You’re stumbling through the house, and he has his hands in your hair as you push him against everything, just because you can. You can make a mess or take him in the middle of the kitchen or cup his cock inside his shorts, all out in the open, and there’s no one around to even care.
You wonder if you can convince him to christen each room of your decent sized house, but that will come later, because it’s been weeks, weeks of having to study for finals and projects and no time together and paying attention to the other people in your lives because you’ve been so wrapped up in each other that the real world got put on the back burner for a while.
But he’s here now, and he’s got his head tilted back to give you better access to his neck, which, whoops, now has a hickey, and he hates that, but maybe you’ll be able to distract him for a while before he notices.
You manage to make it up to your room, leaving a wet, soggy trail of clothes behind you, almost like bread crumbs. Follow these, see two boys having incredible sex! You’re stopping now, because your childhood was weird enough without turning all the princesses into hot boys with black hair and chipped polish on their nails.
You lay together for a while, just touching, running your hands all over each other, relearning everything you might have accidentally forgotten in the weeks it’s been since you had him here with you. He rolls you over after a while, onto your back, and licks his way down your body until he gets to your cock. Which, holy fucking shit, he takes in all the way with almost no warning, and you want to ask when he had time to learn how to do this, but that brings to mind images of Charles, which you know are silly because you made damn sure he knew the boy was yours, and why are you thinking about Charles when Metis is deep-throating you like a pro, and the way he smirks around your cock makes none of the rest even matter.
You grab the back of his head and mutter an apology, but the tides have turned and he’s in charge and he wants you to rock against him, gently, because if you hurt him that would be like hurting yourself, and then you’re coming and it’s stars and sparks and all that other girly harlequin stuff they put in your mother’s romance books, which, okay, fine maybe you sneaked a peek at once or twice back when all you had of Metis was a few conversations, a black eye, and what seemed like a completely hopeless crush.
He’s hard again
You'd better take care of that.