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Collective name: Secret Mine
Chapter Title: Part one: Taste of Laughter
Author: lexieg (Me!!)
Status: over all unfinished....part 12.1 of??? (but chapter 10.1)
Categories: Drama, slash
Over all Pairings: Frank/Jepha
rating:NC-17
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Disclaimer: DODKDS!!
Previous:
|Fooling For You| |Hard, Harder than any before| |The Time Before The After| |The mistakes of a situation| |Play Offs| |Five three Five Stitch| |Between a Rock and a Hard place| |Babes, Corvettes and Blackmail| |knowledge the key to my life| |Bert,Gerard,Mikey and a fitting talk for me| |Bad Rash|
Chapter 10: Part one: Taste of laughter
His hands re-familiarised themselves with a territory long forgotten, tracing up my back. His lips were pressed to mine, their salty alcoholic taste was always welcome so far as I was concerned, His tongue was searching my mouth, exploring every nook and forgotten cranny. I realised I was being slowly walked back, though he was keeping me up, that much I will say for him. He kept me moving back, but I was still pulled tight to him, feeling something of growing hardness against my hip. I let my hand down to it, stroking him, just hard enough so he could feel it through his trousers. We’re going on tour again soon Gerard finalised it last night, but that’s the thing, now I’m worried bout Jepha and I. Can I bear being away from him that long?
But I pushed that aside, not the time to be thinking about that, shit. Now I’m getting depressed because I have thought of it. Right… alternative thinking Jeph, Jeph in speedo’s, Jeph out of speedo’s ooh nice, erm, Jeph. Jeph doing a strip tease, now I’m making myself laugh, not good, and Jeph’s looking funny at me, okay, different thoughts, stop laughing, but a strip teasing Jeph is funny, just stop laughing and let him feel your interested, I move my hand up his thigh as we’ve reached a halt, letting it linger slowly, and getting slower as it inches up, slowly, slowly to his cock. He’s concentrating now, can see it, clear as day. We’re by his door, through my little vision and laughter I hadn’t noticed we’d got to his bedroom door. Actually It’s one place I’ve never been, his bedroom, or Bad room. It reeks, I swear this guy has never opened a window in his life. But I’m not overly bothered. I have a very funny strip teasing Jepha in my head, and a hot and horny one standing before me.
Whoa I don’t think he’s ever felt this good. He’s holding me tightly to him, whilst trying to slip off my shirt, I raised my arms like a kid, and let him pull it off easily,
“Hold Howard, you have to loose your to, we’re equal in this part at least.” I know I’m gonna be coming so much sooner than he is I mean completely out of it for two and a half months what would be expected, he simply smiles lightly, and I play at taking it off.
Now shirts gone, the kiss resumes, taking each other in. He slipped his hand up to my crotch, I gasped as I felt my first real bit of action in ages, and let a long painful sounding moan into his mouth as we kissed on, his hand was not satisfied by my moan, neither was I, for his hand moved on, searching for my zipper, letting loose the teeth that were the closest ones to my aching self as I’d had since hospital, each tooth splitting and revealing as the zipper moved down, so, so, so slowly, painful, and tantalising, I’ve got one of the hottest me around me, and I’m so hard it’s starting to hurt. As I step backwards, blind and fumbling in the semi dark of his room. My foot hits something hard behind me, and I stumbled backwards, but Jepha’s grip on me is not letting me go that easy thank god. He eased me down, my zipper down completely and he’s searching for the button. I’m through with it, I grabbed on of his hands and guide it up to the button of my denims, letting him slip the funny metal through the overstitched denim hole. Finally I was loose of my jeans, And he would be to soon enough, as He shifted I caught him by the waist line of his own jeans, pulling him forward and on top of me, As he lets himself lead our kiss, I let my hands lead his zipper, pulling it down much faster than he had my own, finding his button first time, releasing it sharpishly and ridding him of those trousers that would be such an interference if he tried to go as far as I have intended. He let the denim fall from his legs, letting it stay around his ankles before I kicked them off, it wouldn’t do to have them forming any constraints. So now we’re both trouser-less and shirtless. He’s laying on top of me, still, but I’m needing more, I need something, to be stroked, touched, forced what ever, I need something.
“Jeph please.” I say, I’m not above begging, but I’m above pleading there is a difference in my books, begging is a needier form of asking, and pleading is and even needier, needier form or begging, it’s when you are completely- ah sod the explanation.
Jeph’s hands are now at the base of by spine, one’s beginning to prep my hole, the other’s snaking it’s way around to my front, stroking me gently, playing with me, generally toying with me and both my heads as such. His hand is now taking up my length, letting his hand linger there, leaving short motions, slow and almost as though he knows he’s teasing me.
“Jeph.” I snap as I pull away from his mouth for a bit.
“What?” he asks innocently,
“Don’t - pull that - c’mon.” I say as he can’t let me speak for even a minute, I’m not complaining though. He laughs into my mouth a bit, the taste of laughter is odd. His hands are done one side of me, and are slipping down my loose boxer’s, yeah okay I was a Boy Scout okay? Always come prepared, one thing that you should never forget. I’m letting his boxers down to by now, one hand on his side, the other pushing down the cotton briefs. Now both are free of all restraints, he simply asked,
“Waiting Frank?” sarcastically, not even awaiting a reply. He shifts my legs aside, and slips into my widened hole whole. Not restraining himself in the least, I swallow deep as the nerves burn with a searing pain of intense pleasure. Fuck me, you don’t realise how you miss it. He’s motions are slow and laborious, making sure he’s almost completely out before he pushes in again,
“Shit your tight.” He mutters,
“Yeah I guessed, thought you would known,” I say my breath kind of raspy.
His movements are loosening me up though, his right hand is still being very gentle at working me, whilst the other is propping him up. He’s letting himself open me up, slowly and gradually, as his hand motions relax me in general, as sex goes on, there is a tendency for me to loosen, and he knows it. So he leaves me going, slowly until I’m loose, I’m made aware of this when he simply says
“Better,” than thrusts hard into me, my back arches from his covers, sending me into his lightly. Reigniting our kiss, though this time it’s more passionate, with a slight tint of hunger. We want each other that bad, my left hand is on his hips, guiding that motion, and my right is gripping his own hand gently as he sails my length, to and fro. Rhythm and passion building in each stroke, each thrust, and each time a new nerve is hit in each one of us, it’s deep, enthralling and ecstatic.
My nerves and limits are being pushed by now, he’s moving rapidly, and I’m starting to tense again, I feel that long forgotten rise, the one that I need so much, Jeph’s not relenting he wants it too, he wants to share this rise I’m getting. It’s better than drugs, mainly because it’s using completely natural substances in a forbidden way. And it’s excellent.
I’m close now; my hand guiding Jeph’s making it go faster as I know I’m reaching my point. My hips are bucking to our combined touch. My mouth sweeping his, searching for something that has not yet been found. His hardness thrusting into me, hitting me spot on each time, pushing and pushing, so god damn hard. My back arched finally as he hit me completely. I groaned, intensely, letting my breath, that I hadn’t realised I was holding, out. All my nerves tense, my knees give. And I’m over both of our hands, but we’re not concerned. I’m back on the mattress letting him ride me through, and get himself to my extent, I’m in what seems to be one continual move or orgasm, which I never knew was possible. He’s still pushing, as I begin to play is own hole with my cum covered hand, stroking and probing at letting his rise, I can tell he likes it by the way he’s trusting harder and harder, and his eyes are half closed, I kissed him deeply, taking him into me, and letting my fingers go straight in. And then there, it hits him, he groans into my mouth letting out what he needs to into my system, it’s all good. Then he gently moves and turns to lay beside me. I pulled him in for one last kiss before we both lay there, our eyes watching the sealing, mine looking at the nicotine stains on the ceiling from him smoking in bed. Smoking, yeah cigarettes. I stood, and found his jeans, searching round in the pockets, finding a box and a lighter, I opened the pack taking one for myself, then threw him the pack, w
Which landed on his bare chest making him jump, I laughed as I put the white stick into my mouth, lit it and took a drag., throwing him the lighter and letting him do the same, I lay back down on the bed, beside him, smoking and watching the smoke swirl and get higher above the bed until it hit the ceiling and dispursed,
“thank Jeph, best in a long time.”
“Well it’d be hard not to, you’ve been out the game a long time.” Jeph replies, taking another drag.
“Ah shush. It’s a good thing, it’s like your first time all over again, but better, cos this time you know what to do and what to expect, it’s like, I dunno, being a basketball player, and losing your ball, then finding it again, since you’ve been gone so long, being back is so much better, cos you value it more, but like the player, you still know what you’re doing.” I told him.
We conversed like that, about trivial things for ages, favourite albums, groups, people, first album, first car, favourite song, and favourite colour, what we’d do if we won the lottery, simple crap that you learn about a person over time.
After a while we got up, generally talking still,
“Favourite food?” I say as I go for my boxers then trousers, zipping up and then for my tee.
“Mmm.” He ponders, “Vegetarian cheesecake.”
“What? Cheese cake doesn’t have meat!” I reply,
“No but some times it uses that shitty stuff from animals to make the jelly stuff, glyce-something.”
“Oh so you check labels?”
“Yeah, no other way to be a vegetarian dick.” He says throwing a pillow at me, which I sidestep, thank god for being this agile. I poked my tongue out at him. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what? Side step or poke my tongue out?” I ask
“tongue out, it’s a bit to tempting.”
“Really?” I say,
“Yeah.” He simply replies, as I put my shirt on and turn to face him again.
“Now what?” I ask, “What’s left to do or talk about ,we’ve talked about everything and anything.. What’s the time?”
“Nine.” Jeph says as he shoots a glance at the digital clock resting on his desk.
“Nine at night?”
“Na nine in twilight.” He shakes his head,
“Shit man I gotta get home we’ve got pizza at nine thirty.” I say as I pull him from the bed and thrust his clothes upon him.
“I can buy you a pizza\frank, that’s no deal,” he says as he gets his clothes back on
“Na na, I’ve agreed, Gee wants some film night or something we’ll be watching some film and he wants me and Mikey there and that’s it, Don’t ask me.” I say “C’mon!” I’m pulling him out the door as he’s got no shoes on and he’s got his trousers half up, we rush down the stairs and out to the corvette.
Now, heres part one... Part two will be later tonight. hopefully if I get my arse into gear...