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It's Monday and I'm supposed to be making food but this Day of P0rn melarky is insidious! even though supposedly over now I don't think I'd survive a Week of P0rn........mmmm lots of fics.....
So here's an extra one-shot.
Title : Senses
Pairing : Jess / Ben
Wordcount : 1630
Warnings : Mild Smut
Plot : A hot neighbour could keep a guy up all night!
A mouth moved along his cock, nibbling the large vein on route to the tip. A hand gripped tight at the root squeezing, forbidding his release as another hand weighed his balls, cupping them firm and sure. The mouth reached the tip of his cock where a pale pink tongue flicked out lapping at slit tasting the gathering pre-cum. He was swallowed deep with a decadent slurp. Sucked and lapped up like a favourite treat.
Jess vaulted up from the bed with a groan. Thumped his pillow several times then threw them across the room. This had to stop. He was only human. Bad enough when the Jenkins’ had lived next door he’d learnt to accept overtime every Friday evening and walk in the park on Sunday mornings. The O’Conner tribe were headache inducing with their constant bickering and teenage dramas. Ben Lovett however was driving him insane!
They’d barely spoken to each other in the three months since Ben had moved in. Hot single guy, Jess had prepared himself for a scattered timetable with lots of evening to late night overtime. Churlish to resent that. Enough of his colleagues had teased him about getting laid that he figured he was now walking around like a bear with a sore head 24/7. His friends had more tact. They gave empathic smiles, tapped his shoulder and thought to themselves that he should really get laid. Complete with guilty smiles.
The first few times had been… Jess could admit they’d been pretty darn hot. No harm if he’d sprawled on his own bed and sunk a hand into his pants when the visions came. He’d dared to think that having a hot and very apparent gay neighbour could be okay. Save pay-per-view porn with all the embarrassed squirming, guilt and dirty feelings it brought. Impossible to get off to over buffed guys gurning to the camera as they recited standard lines. Well not impossible, but not that satisfying.
This reel had been hot. Jess had shot cum so hard his cock hurt. Made sure he had lotion to hand the next night and soft tissues so he didn’t wake to a drying mess over his chest again. That night his seed hit the headboard!
Ben hadn’t had any visitors that Jess had seen. His sister had been there the first few days helping him settle but since then no-one. Certainly no late night calls. Jess was torn between curiosity and self-loathing as he loaded a double box of man-size super-soft tissues into his shopping trolley, gave the young girl down the aisle a raised eyebrow that set her blushing and muttered ’two aisles over, bottom shelf’ to the elderly gent staring at the fresheners in confusion. He’d gotten used to alarmed looks and people scurrying away. Wasn’t usually so distracted that he answered the checkout girl before she spoke.
‘Yeah, dreadful’
‘Still raining out?’
‘Yeah’
‘Gonna be a weekend of it’
‘No thanks.’
‘Need a hand packing?’
At least she cut the small talk and his goods were scanned at double speed. He forced a smile as he left but by how her eyes widened that seemed to make things worse. The headache called down strobe lights and by the time he staggered up the steps to his apartment a migraine was in full bloom.
‘Hey you okay there man?’ Jess was too out of sorts for social niceties he glared daggers at Ben who’d appeared by their doors without his notice. Ben took a physical step back, confusion warring with hurt on his face.
‘Just asking Jess, you look rough’
‘Migraine’ The snarl had Ben nod hastily and flee to his own rooms. Good. It was his damn fault Jess was frustrated and tense in the first place.
He slammed cupboard doors, stomped on wooden floors and blasted music out. His headache pounded in time to the bass. The tissues ended up thrown into the bedroom and Jess curled up on his sofa whimpering. He woke to wet pants, tasted salt and thought of butt cheeks spanked red. Even his dreams weren’t safe.
Jess ran through the park that Sunday, lengthy strides eating up the ground and leaving the regular joggers in his dust. He got home with sweat damp clothes, breath ragged and felt more alive than he had in months. Ben opened his door just as Jess fitted his key in the lock and Jess even greeted him with light chatter and a wide friendly smile. Ben had started before grinning and going straight back inside.
Jess was hit hard in the shower. He was left bending over himself soaped up hands jacking his cock urgently as he bit down on a sponge imagining a strong shoulder between his teeth. The neighbouring shower ran for even longer, he could still hear it when he flopped naked on his bed leaving the air to dry him.
From then on it was constant. Mouths sucked cocks, hands squeezed and tugged. Nipples were tweaked, bitten, laved with worshipping tongues. Kisses rained over every patch of skin available from calf’s to sides to nape of neck. Arses were moulded and explored, invaded by agile fingers, sinful tongue and wonderful hard punishing cock. Jess bit his pillow, he’d given up on bedclothes as his wash cycle became constant and his skin grew over sensitive to sheets contact. Feeling empty he caught himself browsing sex toys online; vibrators, beads, plugs.
He’d had to call in sick after Thursday night. Ben had signed for his mail while he’d been out. Had turned up at his door as he’d been stepping out of the shower smelling of the new citrus shower gel he’d purchased and chaffing after the rough new sponge. Thinking more of supper than anything else Jess had opened the door in a sliding towel freezing under Ben’s heated look. Ben had stuttered something, handed over a plain brown box and fled. Jess stood there glaring at his closed door until the O’Conner grandmother came up the stairs and giggled at him with no shame at eyeing him up and down. He’d showered again after that.
It was that night things got really bad. Broad bare back, legs akimbo. Oil glistening over bronze skin. Food didn’t fill the hunger. A mouth pressed sweet kisses onto and around a tattoo, the tongue then licked over the dark ink slow, following the snaking design of an intricate Chinese Dragon. The same Chinese Dragon that decorated his own narrow hip.
Jess guessed he should be flattered. He was adequately endowed but nothing like the porn proportions of the fantasy him. Ben though, if his mind didn’t stroke his ego and surreptitious glances on the stairs hadn’t lied had a respectable package of his own. Jess had had enough. Bad enough he had hot man on man action to endure most every night but now realizing he was the star turn! A star turn with shares in lube and tissues companies but who was left wanting at the mornings alarm.
Jess, as soon as he could stand again stormed into his bathroom, splashed water and dragged on loose sweat pants. He didn’t bother with a top. Grabbed up a full tube of lube and unopened condom pack. Slammed his flat door then stopped, turned, went back in and snatched up the brown card box that sat mocking him on the sideboard. He went back out slamming his door twice as hard this time for good measure. His damn neighbours had caused him enough stress. A head peeped out from two doors down squeaked and withdrew. Loud music started up even as Jess hammered on Ben’s door.
Bare feet slapped on wooden boards and Ben opened the door looking short of breath and harried. Jess pushed him backwards. Gaping Ben didn’t get any words out before he was forced into the bedroom. His flat was a mirror image of Jess’ though the odd box still littered the floor unopened. They bought the same brand of tissues. Not bothering to ask Jess pushed Ben down on his own bed then clamoured on top to glower down at him.
‘You had better be up to all the promise!’
‘Wha..’ Jess cut the rest of with a demanding kiss. Ben really was a good kisser, his lips perfect bows that were soft then needy, opening under Jess’s and sucking on his tongue. He really didn’t give himself enough credit. Eager hands gripped his hips and sought inside his pants but Jess wasn’t going to stand for that for one minute. He turned passion glazed eyes about the room before spotting the box on the floor. He dragged himself from his perch slapping away the hands that tried to hold him.
Ben looked more bemused than ever as he found himself handcuffed to his own bed with Jess standing there naked watching him with an evil smirk as he tossed lube from hand to hand. A glance at the floor showed a torn open box spilling a vibrator wide enough to have eyes watering amongst a treasure of toys. Ben was about to be owned.
Not surprisingly they both called in sick on Friday too, the start of a week long bug that had them both hoarse and unable to get out of bed. When stamina started flagging they ordered out, opening the windows to loose the musty smell that broadcast everything. Tomato paste and stringy cheese tasted good on damp skin. If they hadn’t run out of rubbers they’d never have returned to work, limping and sporting brave smiles, phones giving frequent blips.
Jess picked up supplies on the way home, grinning as he reached for the industrial size pack of protection. He binned the tissues the moment he got in the door.
So here's an extra one-shot.
Title : Senses
Pairing : Jess / Ben
Wordcount : 1630
Warnings : Mild Smut
Plot : A hot neighbour could keep a guy up all night!
A mouth moved along his cock, nibbling the large vein on route to the tip. A hand gripped tight at the root squeezing, forbidding his release as another hand weighed his balls, cupping them firm and sure. The mouth reached the tip of his cock where a pale pink tongue flicked out lapping at slit tasting the gathering pre-cum. He was swallowed deep with a decadent slurp. Sucked and lapped up like a favourite treat.
Jess vaulted up from the bed with a groan. Thumped his pillow several times then threw them across the room. This had to stop. He was only human. Bad enough when the Jenkins’ had lived next door he’d learnt to accept overtime every Friday evening and walk in the park on Sunday mornings. The O’Conner tribe were headache inducing with their constant bickering and teenage dramas. Ben Lovett however was driving him insane!
They’d barely spoken to each other in the three months since Ben had moved in. Hot single guy, Jess had prepared himself for a scattered timetable with lots of evening to late night overtime. Churlish to resent that. Enough of his colleagues had teased him about getting laid that he figured he was now walking around like a bear with a sore head 24/7. His friends had more tact. They gave empathic smiles, tapped his shoulder and thought to themselves that he should really get laid. Complete with guilty smiles.
The first few times had been… Jess could admit they’d been pretty darn hot. No harm if he’d sprawled on his own bed and sunk a hand into his pants when the visions came. He’d dared to think that having a hot and very apparent gay neighbour could be okay. Save pay-per-view porn with all the embarrassed squirming, guilt and dirty feelings it brought. Impossible to get off to over buffed guys gurning to the camera as they recited standard lines. Well not impossible, but not that satisfying.
This reel had been hot. Jess had shot cum so hard his cock hurt. Made sure he had lotion to hand the next night and soft tissues so he didn’t wake to a drying mess over his chest again. That night his seed hit the headboard!
Ben hadn’t had any visitors that Jess had seen. His sister had been there the first few days helping him settle but since then no-one. Certainly no late night calls. Jess was torn between curiosity and self-loathing as he loaded a double box of man-size super-soft tissues into his shopping trolley, gave the young girl down the aisle a raised eyebrow that set her blushing and muttered ’two aisles over, bottom shelf’ to the elderly gent staring at the fresheners in confusion. He’d gotten used to alarmed looks and people scurrying away. Wasn’t usually so distracted that he answered the checkout girl before she spoke.
‘Yeah, dreadful’
‘Still raining out?’
‘Yeah’
‘Gonna be a weekend of it’
‘No thanks.’
‘Need a hand packing?’
At least she cut the small talk and his goods were scanned at double speed. He forced a smile as he left but by how her eyes widened that seemed to make things worse. The headache called down strobe lights and by the time he staggered up the steps to his apartment a migraine was in full bloom.
‘Hey you okay there man?’ Jess was too out of sorts for social niceties he glared daggers at Ben who’d appeared by their doors without his notice. Ben took a physical step back, confusion warring with hurt on his face.
‘Just asking Jess, you look rough’
‘Migraine’ The snarl had Ben nod hastily and flee to his own rooms. Good. It was his damn fault Jess was frustrated and tense in the first place.
He slammed cupboard doors, stomped on wooden floors and blasted music out. His headache pounded in time to the bass. The tissues ended up thrown into the bedroom and Jess curled up on his sofa whimpering. He woke to wet pants, tasted salt and thought of butt cheeks spanked red. Even his dreams weren’t safe.
Jess ran through the park that Sunday, lengthy strides eating up the ground and leaving the regular joggers in his dust. He got home with sweat damp clothes, breath ragged and felt more alive than he had in months. Ben opened his door just as Jess fitted his key in the lock and Jess even greeted him with light chatter and a wide friendly smile. Ben had started before grinning and going straight back inside.
Jess was hit hard in the shower. He was left bending over himself soaped up hands jacking his cock urgently as he bit down on a sponge imagining a strong shoulder between his teeth. The neighbouring shower ran for even longer, he could still hear it when he flopped naked on his bed leaving the air to dry him.
From then on it was constant. Mouths sucked cocks, hands squeezed and tugged. Nipples were tweaked, bitten, laved with worshipping tongues. Kisses rained over every patch of skin available from calf’s to sides to nape of neck. Arses were moulded and explored, invaded by agile fingers, sinful tongue and wonderful hard punishing cock. Jess bit his pillow, he’d given up on bedclothes as his wash cycle became constant and his skin grew over sensitive to sheets contact. Feeling empty he caught himself browsing sex toys online; vibrators, beads, plugs.
He’d had to call in sick after Thursday night. Ben had signed for his mail while he’d been out. Had turned up at his door as he’d been stepping out of the shower smelling of the new citrus shower gel he’d purchased and chaffing after the rough new sponge. Thinking more of supper than anything else Jess had opened the door in a sliding towel freezing under Ben’s heated look. Ben had stuttered something, handed over a plain brown box and fled. Jess stood there glaring at his closed door until the O’Conner grandmother came up the stairs and giggled at him with no shame at eyeing him up and down. He’d showered again after that.
It was that night things got really bad. Broad bare back, legs akimbo. Oil glistening over bronze skin. Food didn’t fill the hunger. A mouth pressed sweet kisses onto and around a tattoo, the tongue then licked over the dark ink slow, following the snaking design of an intricate Chinese Dragon. The same Chinese Dragon that decorated his own narrow hip.
Jess guessed he should be flattered. He was adequately endowed but nothing like the porn proportions of the fantasy him. Ben though, if his mind didn’t stroke his ego and surreptitious glances on the stairs hadn’t lied had a respectable package of his own. Jess had had enough. Bad enough he had hot man on man action to endure most every night but now realizing he was the star turn! A star turn with shares in lube and tissues companies but who was left wanting at the mornings alarm.
Jess, as soon as he could stand again stormed into his bathroom, splashed water and dragged on loose sweat pants. He didn’t bother with a top. Grabbed up a full tube of lube and unopened condom pack. Slammed his flat door then stopped, turned, went back in and snatched up the brown card box that sat mocking him on the sideboard. He went back out slamming his door twice as hard this time for good measure. His damn neighbours had caused him enough stress. A head peeped out from two doors down squeaked and withdrew. Loud music started up even as Jess hammered on Ben’s door.
Bare feet slapped on wooden boards and Ben opened the door looking short of breath and harried. Jess pushed him backwards. Gaping Ben didn’t get any words out before he was forced into the bedroom. His flat was a mirror image of Jess’ though the odd box still littered the floor unopened. They bought the same brand of tissues. Not bothering to ask Jess pushed Ben down on his own bed then clamoured on top to glower down at him.
‘You had better be up to all the promise!’
‘Wha..’ Jess cut the rest of with a demanding kiss. Ben really was a good kisser, his lips perfect bows that were soft then needy, opening under Jess’s and sucking on his tongue. He really didn’t give himself enough credit. Eager hands gripped his hips and sought inside his pants but Jess wasn’t going to stand for that for one minute. He turned passion glazed eyes about the room before spotting the box on the floor. He dragged himself from his perch slapping away the hands that tried to hold him.
Ben looked more bemused than ever as he found himself handcuffed to his own bed with Jess standing there naked watching him with an evil smirk as he tossed lube from hand to hand. A glance at the floor showed a torn open box spilling a vibrator wide enough to have eyes watering amongst a treasure of toys. Ben was about to be owned.
Not surprisingly they both called in sick on Friday too, the start of a week long bug that had them both hoarse and unable to get out of bed. When stamina started flagging they ordered out, opening the windows to loose the musty smell that broadcast everything. Tomato paste and stringy cheese tasted good on damp skin. If they hadn’t run out of rubbers they’d never have returned to work, limping and sporting brave smiles, phones giving frequent blips.
Jess picked up supplies on the way home, grinning as he reached for the industrial size pack of protection. He binned the tissues the moment he got in the door.