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for ronsoftie
Here it is, the pairing that should never have been written. My first real piece of smut in years, so forgive me if it's not that good. I'm not in training anymore.
title: "OMG1!!11! ITZ THE GEY PR=N!11!!!!”!1"
category: real person slash
pairing: Adam Green/Johnny Depp - oh yes. Break down and weep.
rating: Z. No one should read this. I mean it.
disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't have to write a fic about it. Now please excuse me while I go and masturbate for the next three hours.
Johnny smiled slightly and combed his fingers through his sleeping lover’s thick, unruly brown hair. Adam had almost passed out after their last session, and was now napping in Johnny’s arms, his body cool after most of their mingled sweat had dried off. There were still remnants, though - small, sweet, slick parts of skin Johnny wanted to lick clean.
This is impossible. I’m more than forty fucking years old, I shouldn’t get a hard-on after another anymore.
But forty years or not, most times merely looking at Adam would suffice, and he had no option but to ravish the kid once again. He had tried to get behind the reason for this obsession, but somehow always got distracted along the way. When he tried to find out if it were Adam’s eyes that made him so goddamn irresistible, he immediately thought of how those eyes would turn into a stormy dark grey when they fucked. He thought of Adam’s nose, and at once those thoughts turned to the way that nose felt against his face when they kissed. Adam’s hair only reminded him of how he liked to grab it and yank Adam’s head back when he was doing him from behind, and that Adam - with that infuriating innocent smile of his - had once told him he quite enjoyed that bit of possessive roughness. Adam’s lips? Better to forget about those immediately. Johnny gave a small, contented sigh. It was amazing - seemed simply everything about the boy made him fuckable. Even his silly dance steps were adorable. He felt himself growing harder against Adam’s ass, spooned against him. Almost unconsciously, still thinking about his lover’s strange appeal, Johnny began to nuzzle his neck, just below the hairline. Adam’s skin tasted salty when his tongue ran across it, and the flavour made Johnny ache in his cock, grazing his teeth over the delicious spot. Still asleep, Adam gave a soft sigh that shouldn’t have felt like an electric shock to Johnny, but did.
Kid’s gonna kill me one of these days.
Johnny imagined the headlines and grinned against Adam’s neck, trying not to grind his hips into the boy’s behind. ‘Gay sex scandal - actor found dead after kinky games in bed of young male singer’ would be nice, or maybe: “Depp: deathly heart attack caused by homosexual perversions with lover 20 years younger’.
Time to get on with it then.
He moved his left hand from Adam’s chest, travelling slowly down his torso until it came to rest on the kid’s cock. Johnny allowed himself a moment of simply enjoying the feeling of the soft skin against his hand before he started his wake-up mission. Administering slow, languid strokes, he couldn’t help his hips moving in harmony, the blood in his own cock pulsating to his rushed heartbeat. Withing moments, he was graced with a low moan and a definite reaction in his palm. Grinning again, he sped up his pace a bit, going just a little bit faster, giving just a little bit more pressure. Again, a moan - this time louder, longer, more throaty.
Shouldn’t have forgotten his voice - shouldn’t have forgotten the way he moans, and cries, and sighs, and laughs when he comes. Oh god.
Johnny gasped, his whole awareness becoming foggy. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of what he was feeling when he was with Adam - if the things his body was responding to were real, or partly just imagination. It could happen that while actually fucking the kid - and that should be more than enough to get anyone over the top - he was thinking of completely innocent situations they had spent together, and those images would run through his head randomly. Adam’s face, scrunched up with pure wantonness. Adam’s face, lit up and smiling about a good concert review. Adam’s lips, opened wide, framing a not-so-silent scream of pleasure. Adam’s lips, pressed together as he thought about a new line for a song. Adam’s eyes, cloudy and without focus after he’d come hard into Johnny’s mouth. Adam’s eyes, soft and deep when he was on the phone to his mother.
God!!
As always, those thoughts had gotten Johnny close to losing control. It was time to finish what he’d started if he didn’t want to come simply by rubbing his hips against that pretty little ass. He gave Adam a last stroke, and then moved his hand to the kid’s buttocks, starting to slowly stretch his entrance. The muscles contracted around his finger, and he kissed Adam’s neck again, briefly burying his face in the wild brown hair before reaching blindly for the lube with his right hand. Having found the small tin after a short but frantic search, he had trouble using it at first, because his hands were shaking.
I fucking well can’t believe this. As if I’m a fucking virgin. What is this kid doing to me?
Johnny smeared the lube on the fingers of his left hand and around his lover’s anus, inserting a finger again. Then he moved his right hand to Adams hip, holding him in place tightly, although that wouldn’t have been necessary at all - Adam, almost fully awake now, was pressing into him anyway, giving all sorts of mind-blowing noises from sighs over whimpers to short, strangled cries. Johnny cherished the fact the kid was a screamer each time, himself being more the silent type - gasping, breathing loudly, whispering incoherent words in a low voice, only crying out when he finally came.
“Please. Please.”
Adam’s voice, husky and breathless, interrupted his thoughts.
“Please. Now.”
Johnny gulped, hard. He looked down at their bodies, still spooning on the huge hotel bed. Adam’s pale skin was flushed, with adorable small patches of deep red spots all over him. His long, thin hands were desperately clutching the sheets, and somehow this simple image shook Johnny so hard he almost cried out. Instead he bit down on Adam’s shoulder, making the boy wail in frustration.
“God, Johnny! Please!”
Johnny repositioned himself at Adam’s entrance and slowly, painfully, eased himself into the boy’s ass, breathing in and out shakily through widely opened lips.
God.
He’d never get used to the feeling. The hotness. The utter tightness. The feel of Adam’s back against his chest, again slick with sweat, smelling of musk and debauchery. Johnny began thrusting, as slowly as he was still able to. He moved his left hand back to the boy’s cock, gripping tightly, and stroking in time to his thrusts. Adam graced him with a constant cacophony of sounds, and already his head was leaking, making Johnny lick his lips with the memory of that special taste. Another loud cry from Adam that moment was all that it took for him to lose control then. Johnny was plunging into him now as hard and as fast as he could, mumbling things even he himself did not understand, feeling squeezed in by the tight, hot walls contracting around him in spasms. He wasn’t seeing anything anymore - not even Adam’s hands, still buried in the sheets, almost ripping them to pieces. His vision was coated with a grey fog, and only flashes came through to him, the same flashes as always - huge grey eyes, plump pouty lips, tiny red spots on pale skin. Johnny cried out, feeling his own release come, pumping into Adam for the last few times, dimly registering the sound of their wet bodies slamming against each other. For a second it felt as if his heart really was going to burst, and then he came, still crying out, spilling his seed into his lover’s body. He heard Adam scream something loudly, then felt him twitch violently in his hand, coming onto the white hotel sheets some maid would have to clean tomorrow. For some minutes they lay quietly, just getting back their control about the simplest things - such as breathing, for instance. Johnny had never known, in all those years, how hard it could be to breath. They were still spooned against each other, and still Johnny hadn’t withdrawn.
Joined at the hip, so to speak.
He closed his eyes, tightening his hold on the young man next to him, once again burying his face in the hair that was now wet in the neck and smelled of sex and salt and cheap shampoo. This time, he was going to fall asleep. And it was up to the kid to wake him up.
Here it is, the pairing that should never have been written. My first real piece of smut in years, so forgive me if it's not that good. I'm not in training anymore.
title: "OMG1!!11! ITZ THE GEY PR=N!11!!!!”!1"
category: real person slash
pairing: Adam Green/Johnny Depp - oh yes. Break down and weep.
rating: Z. No one should read this. I mean it.
disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't have to write a fic about it. Now please excuse me while I go and masturbate for the next three hours.
Johnny smiled slightly and combed his fingers through his sleeping lover’s thick, unruly brown hair. Adam had almost passed out after their last session, and was now napping in Johnny’s arms, his body cool after most of their mingled sweat had dried off. There were still remnants, though - small, sweet, slick parts of skin Johnny wanted to lick clean.
This is impossible. I’m more than forty fucking years old, I shouldn’t get a hard-on after another anymore.
But forty years or not, most times merely looking at Adam would suffice, and he had no option but to ravish the kid once again. He had tried to get behind the reason for this obsession, but somehow always got distracted along the way. When he tried to find out if it were Adam’s eyes that made him so goddamn irresistible, he immediately thought of how those eyes would turn into a stormy dark grey when they fucked. He thought of Adam’s nose, and at once those thoughts turned to the way that nose felt against his face when they kissed. Adam’s hair only reminded him of how he liked to grab it and yank Adam’s head back when he was doing him from behind, and that Adam - with that infuriating innocent smile of his - had once told him he quite enjoyed that bit of possessive roughness. Adam’s lips? Better to forget about those immediately. Johnny gave a small, contented sigh. It was amazing - seemed simply everything about the boy made him fuckable. Even his silly dance steps were adorable. He felt himself growing harder against Adam’s ass, spooned against him. Almost unconsciously, still thinking about his lover’s strange appeal, Johnny began to nuzzle his neck, just below the hairline. Adam’s skin tasted salty when his tongue ran across it, and the flavour made Johnny ache in his cock, grazing his teeth over the delicious spot. Still asleep, Adam gave a soft sigh that shouldn’t have felt like an electric shock to Johnny, but did.
Kid’s gonna kill me one of these days.
Johnny imagined the headlines and grinned against Adam’s neck, trying not to grind his hips into the boy’s behind. ‘Gay sex scandal - actor found dead after kinky games in bed of young male singer’ would be nice, or maybe: “Depp: deathly heart attack caused by homosexual perversions with lover 20 years younger’.
Time to get on with it then.
He moved his left hand from Adam’s chest, travelling slowly down his torso until it came to rest on the kid’s cock. Johnny allowed himself a moment of simply enjoying the feeling of the soft skin against his hand before he started his wake-up mission. Administering slow, languid strokes, he couldn’t help his hips moving in harmony, the blood in his own cock pulsating to his rushed heartbeat. Withing moments, he was graced with a low moan and a definite reaction in his palm. Grinning again, he sped up his pace a bit, going just a little bit faster, giving just a little bit more pressure. Again, a moan - this time louder, longer, more throaty.
Shouldn’t have forgotten his voice - shouldn’t have forgotten the way he moans, and cries, and sighs, and laughs when he comes. Oh god.
Johnny gasped, his whole awareness becoming foggy. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of what he was feeling when he was with Adam - if the things his body was responding to were real, or partly just imagination. It could happen that while actually fucking the kid - and that should be more than enough to get anyone over the top - he was thinking of completely innocent situations they had spent together, and those images would run through his head randomly. Adam’s face, scrunched up with pure wantonness. Adam’s face, lit up and smiling about a good concert review. Adam’s lips, opened wide, framing a not-so-silent scream of pleasure. Adam’s lips, pressed together as he thought about a new line for a song. Adam’s eyes, cloudy and without focus after he’d come hard into Johnny’s mouth. Adam’s eyes, soft and deep when he was on the phone to his mother.
God!!
As always, those thoughts had gotten Johnny close to losing control. It was time to finish what he’d started if he didn’t want to come simply by rubbing his hips against that pretty little ass. He gave Adam a last stroke, and then moved his hand to the kid’s buttocks, starting to slowly stretch his entrance. The muscles contracted around his finger, and he kissed Adam’s neck again, briefly burying his face in the wild brown hair before reaching blindly for the lube with his right hand. Having found the small tin after a short but frantic search, he had trouble using it at first, because his hands were shaking.
I fucking well can’t believe this. As if I’m a fucking virgin. What is this kid doing to me?
Johnny smeared the lube on the fingers of his left hand and around his lover’s anus, inserting a finger again. Then he moved his right hand to Adams hip, holding him in place tightly, although that wouldn’t have been necessary at all - Adam, almost fully awake now, was pressing into him anyway, giving all sorts of mind-blowing noises from sighs over whimpers to short, strangled cries. Johnny cherished the fact the kid was a screamer each time, himself being more the silent type - gasping, breathing loudly, whispering incoherent words in a low voice, only crying out when he finally came.
“Please. Please.”
Adam’s voice, husky and breathless, interrupted his thoughts.
“Please. Now.”
Johnny gulped, hard. He looked down at their bodies, still spooning on the huge hotel bed. Adam’s pale skin was flushed, with adorable small patches of deep red spots all over him. His long, thin hands were desperately clutching the sheets, and somehow this simple image shook Johnny so hard he almost cried out. Instead he bit down on Adam’s shoulder, making the boy wail in frustration.
“God, Johnny! Please!”
Johnny repositioned himself at Adam’s entrance and slowly, painfully, eased himself into the boy’s ass, breathing in and out shakily through widely opened lips.
God.
He’d never get used to the feeling. The hotness. The utter tightness. The feel of Adam’s back against his chest, again slick with sweat, smelling of musk and debauchery. Johnny began thrusting, as slowly as he was still able to. He moved his left hand back to the boy’s cock, gripping tightly, and stroking in time to his thrusts. Adam graced him with a constant cacophony of sounds, and already his head was leaking, making Johnny lick his lips with the memory of that special taste. Another loud cry from Adam that moment was all that it took for him to lose control then. Johnny was plunging into him now as hard and as fast as he could, mumbling things even he himself did not understand, feeling squeezed in by the tight, hot walls contracting around him in spasms. He wasn’t seeing anything anymore - not even Adam’s hands, still buried in the sheets, almost ripping them to pieces. His vision was coated with a grey fog, and only flashes came through to him, the same flashes as always - huge grey eyes, plump pouty lips, tiny red spots on pale skin. Johnny cried out, feeling his own release come, pumping into Adam for the last few times, dimly registering the sound of their wet bodies slamming against each other. For a second it felt as if his heart really was going to burst, and then he came, still crying out, spilling his seed into his lover’s body. He heard Adam scream something loudly, then felt him twitch violently in his hand, coming onto the white hotel sheets some maid would have to clean tomorrow. For some minutes they lay quietly, just getting back their control about the simplest things - such as breathing, for instance. Johnny had never known, in all those years, how hard it could be to breath. They were still spooned against each other, and still Johnny hadn’t withdrawn.
Joined at the hip, so to speak.
He closed his eyes, tightening his hold on the young man next to him, once again burying his face in the hair that was now wet in the neck and smelled of sex and salt and cheap shampoo. This time, he was going to fall asleep. And it was up to the kid to wake him up.