Twenty-Two (Bad Brecb Fic) (NC-17) [BADFIC]
Title: Twenty-Two (Bad Brecob Fic)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: For the following prompt that I think was eventually deleted from the kink meme: 'Brett and Jacob work together a lot. Jacob makes he fake IDs and Brett finds buyers. Jacob gets a new set-up so they go to test ourt their fake IDs at a gay club. They get drunk, grind on the dance floor, then slip out to Brett's car to have sex. Jacob blows Brett and Brett bottoms for Jacob.'
Note: Okay, so this time last year, I RP'd as Jacob Ben Israel. I started playing him fairly close to canon, but soon got him involved with the epic crackship of beauty that was Brecob. Jacob Ben Israel / Brett Who Smelled Homeless had a love for the ages, no doubt about it. (Can you hear me trying to stifle my laughter? I'm trying really hard. Seriously - Brecob was pure crack. I kind of miss them.) Anyway, people got really silly and decided to prompt them on the kink meme. I banged this out one night in a fit of insomniatic giggles, and I'm only posting it here for the sake of completion and the potential amusement of anyone who dares to give it a chance.
“Dude, these are awesome.” Brett laughed as he held up the newly laminated card to the light and checked out the finish. “You totally made me twenty-two.”
“Never make a fake id say twenty-one; it’s too obvious. I normally like to go to twenty-three, but I didn’t know if you’d be able to pull it off with that baby face of yours.” Jacob pulled another card out of his laminator and rubbed the edge smooth. “Mine, for example, makes me twenty-five. Much less likely to arouse suspicion.”
“Heh, arouse,” Brett chuckled, tilting his hips into Jacob’s and rubbing the swell of his ass against the sharp curve of Jacob’s bony hip. “I like it when you arouse things.” Jacob ducked his head to take Brett’s ear in his teeth and growled softly as Brett’s hands sought out Jacob’s shirt and reached under it to pinch his nipples. “Know what I think, baby? I think we need to take these out for a test drive, and I know just the place to do it.”
“Just say the place, and my Volvo will get us there,” Jacob panted into Brett’s ear as the shorter boy squeezed his ass and smiled devilishly. He inhaled deeply, Brett’s sour and intoxicating smell filling his senses and his loins.
An hour later, Brett was in his best unwashed booty shorts and Jacob in a new shirt he’d just bought from Target, waiting in line at a dark building with a sign that simply read “STUD.” All around the building, large men with shaved heads and outfits made of leather milled about, giving each other the once-over and occasionally bending over to show off the goods. Jacob grasped hungrily to Brett’s hand and whispered in his ear about all the things he wanted to do to him once he got him out of those shorts, and Brett’s scent grew along with his arousal.
Before too much time passed, the leather studded rope before the door was lifted, and Brett and Jacob found their way to the dance floor.
“I had a good day selling to the Future Farmers of America, so I’ll go get us some drinks,” Brett called over the music as he ran to the bar. Jacob got his groove on to the bitchen sounds of the Thompson Twins singing "Fever lay your hands on me, never be the saaaaaame!" and thought about how much he wanted to lay his hands on Brett. Just as his hair was beginning to droop with sweat, Jacob was startled by Brett’s arm curling around his chest and lifting a large glass to his lips.
“I got you a pina colada, my sweet. I know how much you like them.” Jacob downed half the drink in one gulp before he looked at the drink working its way down Brett’s throat, recognizing the cocktail as a tight snatch, Brett’s drink of choice. The pale orange liquid spilled from the corner of Brett’s mouth, and Jacob couldn’t help himself from licking it up the side of Brett’s gorgeous face.
“There’s only one thing I like drinking better, and you’re the only source,” Jacob growled as the thumping beat behind them pulled their groins closer and closer together. ”I can’t read your mind, so you gotta let me know all the time how it feels for it to be so reaaaaaaal” the music hummed as Brett rolled his hips into Jacob’s groin, delighting in the reaction they were clearly inspiring. Jacob’s cock was getting huge, and Brett’s was beginning to threaten to poke out from the hem of his booty shorts if he wasn’t careful. “Come on…” Jacob purred into his ear, “I think my lovemobile awaits.” Brett eagerly grabbed onto Jacob’s belt buckle and pulled him out of the club, his tight little ass swinging in time with the music. ”I like it, I like it, I like it, what you’re doing to meeeee…”
They barely got to Jacob’s station wagon when the locks audibly clicked open and Brett gave a start. “New automatic lock system - I ordered it from ACME last week just so I wouldn’t have to wait so long to claim you, my sexy little roadrunner, you. It cost me a whole months’ proceeds from selling footage of Cheerios practice, but every second with you is worth it.” Jacob flung open the door to the backseat and shoved Brett in hard. Barely pausing to find the buttons, he ripped at the waist of Brett’s booty shorts and pulled them down his hips until his thick red spread of ginger pubes came into view, surrounding his gorgeous cock. “Sucking your cock is my true religion,” Jacob grunted, “and I love offering praise.” He dove in like a starving man, taking Brett’s entire length in his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. The sticky sourness of it thrilled him to his core, and it was all he could do to not reach down and jerk himself off.
Brett’s thin frame writhed under Jacob as the taller boy sucked him off, and it didn’t’ take long before thick ropy strands of boycum were working their way down Jacob’s eager throat. He sucked even harder, trying to drink from it like a straw, and lapped all around Brett’s crotch to savor the delicious taste. When he managed to pull Brett’s booty shorts off all the way and bury his face deeper, Brett pulled away and called out.
“Jacob, please, I need your kosher sausage inside of me now! I just can’t wait any longer!” Brett stuffed Jacob’s fingers in his mouth and got them nice and wet so Jacob could slip them inside and help to loosen Brett up for the arrival of Jacob’s great big cock. Jacob grasped at Brett’s hips and pulled him closer, his mushroom cap just brushing the edge of his flower. “Please, Jacob, now!” Brett cried out, as Jacob thrust roughly into him in one movement. The two boys bucked against each other and howled loudly with ecstasy as Iggy and the Stooges played “Gimme Danger” from the club’s soundsystem, egging them on in their erotic exploits.
“Oooooooohhhh Brett, CINCO DE MAYO!!!!!!” Jacob screamed, his body shuddering under the weight of his orgasm, Brett clenched around him and his hands digging into Jacob’s perfectly formed ass cheeks as he planted kisses all along the hairline of Jacob’s jewfro.
“I think being twenty-two’s kind of awesome, Jacob, but maybe tomorrow, we can try for twenty-three.”
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Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: For the following prompt that I think was eventually deleted from the kink meme: 'Brett and Jacob work together a lot. Jacob makes he fake IDs and Brett finds buyers. Jacob gets a new set-up so they go to test ourt their fake IDs at a gay club. They get drunk, grind on the dance floor, then slip out to Brett's car to have sex. Jacob blows Brett and Brett bottoms for Jacob.'
Note: Okay, so this time last year, I RP'd as Jacob Ben Israel. I started playing him fairly close to canon, but soon got him involved with the epic crackship of beauty that was Brecob. Jacob Ben Israel / Brett Who Smelled Homeless had a love for the ages, no doubt about it. (Can you hear me trying to stifle my laughter? I'm trying really hard. Seriously - Brecob was pure crack. I kind of miss them.) Anyway, people got really silly and decided to prompt them on the kink meme. I banged this out one night in a fit of insomniatic giggles, and I'm only posting it here for the sake of completion and the potential amusement of anyone who dares to give it a chance.
“Dude, these are awesome.” Brett laughed as he held up the newly laminated card to the light and checked out the finish. “You totally made me twenty-two.”
“Never make a fake id say twenty-one; it’s too obvious. I normally like to go to twenty-three, but I didn’t know if you’d be able to pull it off with that baby face of yours.” Jacob pulled another card out of his laminator and rubbed the edge smooth. “Mine, for example, makes me twenty-five. Much less likely to arouse suspicion.”
“Heh, arouse,” Brett chuckled, tilting his hips into Jacob’s and rubbing the swell of his ass against the sharp curve of Jacob’s bony hip. “I like it when you arouse things.” Jacob ducked his head to take Brett’s ear in his teeth and growled softly as Brett’s hands sought out Jacob’s shirt and reached under it to pinch his nipples. “Know what I think, baby? I think we need to take these out for a test drive, and I know just the place to do it.”
“Just say the place, and my Volvo will get us there,” Jacob panted into Brett’s ear as the shorter boy squeezed his ass and smiled devilishly. He inhaled deeply, Brett’s sour and intoxicating smell filling his senses and his loins.
An hour later, Brett was in his best unwashed booty shorts and Jacob in a new shirt he’d just bought from Target, waiting in line at a dark building with a sign that simply read “STUD.” All around the building, large men with shaved heads and outfits made of leather milled about, giving each other the once-over and occasionally bending over to show off the goods. Jacob grasped hungrily to Brett’s hand and whispered in his ear about all the things he wanted to do to him once he got him out of those shorts, and Brett’s scent grew along with his arousal.
Before too much time passed, the leather studded rope before the door was lifted, and Brett and Jacob found their way to the dance floor.
“I had a good day selling to the Future Farmers of America, so I’ll go get us some drinks,” Brett called over the music as he ran to the bar. Jacob got his groove on to the bitchen sounds of the Thompson Twins singing "Fever lay your hands on me, never be the saaaaaame!" and thought about how much he wanted to lay his hands on Brett. Just as his hair was beginning to droop with sweat, Jacob was startled by Brett’s arm curling around his chest and lifting a large glass to his lips.
“I got you a pina colada, my sweet. I know how much you like them.” Jacob downed half the drink in one gulp before he looked at the drink working its way down Brett’s throat, recognizing the cocktail as a tight snatch, Brett’s drink of choice. The pale orange liquid spilled from the corner of Brett’s mouth, and Jacob couldn’t help himself from licking it up the side of Brett’s gorgeous face.
“There’s only one thing I like drinking better, and you’re the only source,” Jacob growled as the thumping beat behind them pulled their groins closer and closer together. ”I can’t read your mind, so you gotta let me know all the time how it feels for it to be so reaaaaaaal” the music hummed as Brett rolled his hips into Jacob’s groin, delighting in the reaction they were clearly inspiring. Jacob’s cock was getting huge, and Brett’s was beginning to threaten to poke out from the hem of his booty shorts if he wasn’t careful. “Come on…” Jacob purred into his ear, “I think my lovemobile awaits.” Brett eagerly grabbed onto Jacob’s belt buckle and pulled him out of the club, his tight little ass swinging in time with the music. ”I like it, I like it, I like it, what you’re doing to meeeee…”
They barely got to Jacob’s station wagon when the locks audibly clicked open and Brett gave a start. “New automatic lock system - I ordered it from ACME last week just so I wouldn’t have to wait so long to claim you, my sexy little roadrunner, you. It cost me a whole months’ proceeds from selling footage of Cheerios practice, but every second with you is worth it.” Jacob flung open the door to the backseat and shoved Brett in hard. Barely pausing to find the buttons, he ripped at the waist of Brett’s booty shorts and pulled them down his hips until his thick red spread of ginger pubes came into view, surrounding his gorgeous cock. “Sucking your cock is my true religion,” Jacob grunted, “and I love offering praise.” He dove in like a starving man, taking Brett’s entire length in his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. The sticky sourness of it thrilled him to his core, and it was all he could do to not reach down and jerk himself off.
Brett’s thin frame writhed under Jacob as the taller boy sucked him off, and it didn’t’ take long before thick ropy strands of boycum were working their way down Jacob’s eager throat. He sucked even harder, trying to drink from it like a straw, and lapped all around Brett’s crotch to savor the delicious taste. When he managed to pull Brett’s booty shorts off all the way and bury his face deeper, Brett pulled away and called out.
“Jacob, please, I need your kosher sausage inside of me now! I just can’t wait any longer!” Brett stuffed Jacob’s fingers in his mouth and got them nice and wet so Jacob could slip them inside and help to loosen Brett up for the arrival of Jacob’s great big cock. Jacob grasped at Brett’s hips and pulled him closer, his mushroom cap just brushing the edge of his flower. “Please, Jacob, now!” Brett cried out, as Jacob thrust roughly into him in one movement. The two boys bucked against each other and howled loudly with ecstasy as Iggy and the Stooges played “Gimme Danger” from the club’s soundsystem, egging them on in their erotic exploits.
“Oooooooohhhh Brett, CINCO DE MAYO!!!!!!” Jacob screamed, his body shuddering under the weight of his orgasm, Brett clenched around him and his hands digging into Jacob’s perfectly formed ass cheeks as he planted kisses all along the hairline of Jacob’s jewfro.
“I think being twenty-two’s kind of awesome, Jacob, but maybe tomorrow, we can try for twenty-three.”
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