Light Kisses Gracing Me
Title: Light Kisses Gracing Me
Author:
monimi101
POV: 1st, Jade's
Pairing: Javey
Rating:NC-17ish
Summary: So he asks me what I want for Christmas. Which is unfair, I think. He knows what I want for Christmas.
Author's Note: Written a while ago, x-posted to pure_javey_love
“Jaaaade?” I look up to see Davey two inches away from my face. I will not blush. I will not blush. I will n-
“What do you want for Christmas?”
I blush. “You know what I want for Christmas, idiot.” I tell him. Davey and I have been going out for the past three months, but he still won’t let me do more than kiss him. And he’s a fucking good kisser! Damn…
He won’t even tell me why. I don’t think he’s sworn to celibacy or that he’s in a freak religion. If he’d tell me why, I could live with it.
I could live with having to jerk off every other night, having to sneak into his room at three in the morning just to watch him sleep. Sure.
“I know.” He says, smiling. “But I still want to hear you say it.” He smiles almost angelically. God. Why is he so hot?
I look him in the eye, blushing fiercely. “I want to…” I trail off. He raises an eyebrow.
I want to see you writhing under me. I want to hear you scream for me. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. I want you.
“Iwanttofuckyousenseless.”
He flushes a bit and laughs. I glare at him, embarrassed. “I didn’t think you’d actually say it.” I smiles at me, and I glare harder.
“It’s true…” I’m blushing really hard, now. He poses for me, sticking out his ass.
“You want this?” He asks. I get up. That’s just too far. “You know y-mmph!” I kiss him passionately. He pays submissive, lets me explore every, little, already-memorized corner of his mouth. I grip the back of his neck, trying to go deeper, farther, trying to get inside him, flip him inside out. He steps forwards, and I back, once, twice, and we fall onto the chair. He starts actively kissing me back. He sucks on my tongue, and hums at me. Ahhhh, god. I can imagine what he could do in other places…
He deep throats me, humming. His tongue swirls teasingly. Ah…
He sits up, smirking. “Getting a bit excited there, aren’t we?” He rolls his hips suggestively.
I gasp harshly. “Davey…” I plead weakly. “If you’re not going to let me, stop…”
“Stop what?” He smiles playfully.
“Teasing me…” I’m well aware that I’m begging, but I don’t really care right now. I’ll care later, but for now, I don’t care. “If you keep on like this, I’m going to snap, Davey. I can’t take this. I’ll end up doing something we both regret…”
He’s surprised. He must have been expecting something else. Then, to my surprise, tears well up in his eyes.
“Hey!” I’m freaked, now. “Hey! Davey, man. Don’t cry. Davey, Davey… No…” I rub circles on his shoulders. “Calm down. I don’t mind. I’ll do what ever you want, Davey. Anything. But please tell me why.”
“I’m afraid…” He whispers, once he’s calmed down a bit. “I’m so scared, Jade…” He starts crying again. I rub circles in his back, whisper nothings in his ear. I say nothing relevant. He’ll tell me when he wants to.
“Jade…” He starts again. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I-“
“No, Davey.” I say forcefully. “I’m not mad at you. Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Please just tell me why you’re scared. I’d do anything for you, Davey. I’d never hurt you. But please, tell me what to do.”
“I…” A deep breath. “I know that this is really selfish, but… Whenever I think about it, I feel really scared. Because…” He blushes deeply. “I… I watched you once. I watched you… touch yourself, after I had been kissing you… and I thought ‘This can’t work…’ because…” He blushed deeper, as do I.
“Yeah…” I think about it. Suddenly, I know.
“Davey…” He looks up at me with big, wide eyes. He’s so cute. “I’ll take it. You can be tops, and I’ll take the pain.”
He blushes bright red. “Jade, I couldn’t do that! That would be…” A red pause. “That would be all wrong!”
“Then what do you want to do?” I ask him, a bit frustrated.
He takes a deep breath. “I want to try.” He says. My eyes widen. But…
Wide, brown eyes stare up at me. “Please…” He murmurs, his voice clear and beautiful as always, and desperate, oh so desperate, all for me. “Jade…”
“You’re sure?” I ask him, blushing. It’s suddenly a bit more obvious that he is straddling me.
“I am.” He says seriously. “I love you, Jade, and I would trust you with my life…” He pauses for but a moment. “Take me.”
I flush bright red. “This…” I whisper hoarsely. “This isn’t the place…” True that. The other two will be up soon, and we are in the living room. It is not a good place to have sex. Davey turned a shade or two redder.
He gets up, and I follow. I lead him into my bedroom, and he sits on the bed nervously. I smirk and sit next to him. I kiss him as passionately as I know how, and as tenderly; I cannot hurt him today. There’s no way I could hurt him today.
He responds eagerly, leaning into it, wrapping his arms around my neck. I lean backwards, taking him with me. I place a hand on the back of his neck, bringing him closer, and roll over onto him. For the first time, when I move away from his mouth, licking down his neck, he does not object.
There is a certain spot on his neck, slightly softer, if possible, than the rest of his skin. He mewls as I lick it, his neck arching a bit. I smirk a bit, looking up as him. A vibrant blush spreads across his face. I suck on the spot a bit, loving the moan that drifts out of him. I can feel his pulse on my tongue, speeding up as I nip him softly. I can feel him trembling under me.
He is exquisite. He is beautiful, and feminine, yet at the same time, no girl could ever begin to compare to him. The edge of his cheeks stands out more sharply now, with the almost florescent pink blush across them, against the gray and yellow shades of early morning. His heartbeat flurries and his neck glistens slightly, a red mark blooming over his pulse. I smile, oddly and possessively happy about the mark. Even though I know it will be a problem at tonight’s performance.
I lower my mouth again, getting to the base of his neck before encountering the baby tee he’s wearing. Has he been shopping in the women’s section again…?
I move my mouth away obediently, and we sit up. I am still straddling him as I remove his shirt. He shivers as my cold knuckles graze his skin. He reaches for my shirt as well, and I shiver as my top falls away, feeling the coldness of the room in early morning. For a moment, we just look at each other. It’s not like I’ve never seen him shirtless before, but he’s so beautiful… He blushes when he realizes I’m staring, and leans in to kiss me. I am surprised at the force of his kiss. I lean forwards, pressing him down.
With his back to the bed, I run my fingers over his sides, enjoying the shiver, the moan, the arch of his back, the way he kisses me so desperately.
I want more.
I kiss his neck again, licking the hickey I left there, running past where the shirt was, noting the lack of a tan line. He must be so careful to stay out of the sun. He’s so pale, so delicate. Coming to a dusky nipple, I nip it on a whim, wanting a reaction. I am not disappointed. He shouts out in surprise, his back arching to an extent that must be painful. I feel more heat pooling in me with every sound, every reaction. He doesn’t seem to be even thinking any more. He tosses and turns, writhing under me, flushing, mewling, moaning. I suck on his chest absently, watching him, trying to memorize every detail. He grounds his hips up into mine, and we both gasp. I respond without thinking, rolling my hips into his again and again, starting a sort of rhythm.
He groans almost gutturally, but no, Davey doesn’t do these things. It still sounds musical, even so. It still sounds beautiful. I love it. I let my mouth continue downwards, let my hands glide over him under him, tracing patterns that would perhaps mean something were they visible, or perhaps not. He arches, he moans. I think I moan, too. The noises he makes are so… sensual. Of course, he always sounds beautiful, but here and now, it’s so much better. My senses are heightened.
“Jade…” He whispers huskily. I feel a stream of heat go down me, a blush deepen across my face. “Jade, please…” I realize my mouth is just above his navel. I dip my tongue in briefly, and continue, unbuttoning his jeans subconsciously. He has a light line of sweat across his forehead. As I slip his pants off, he gasps slightly at the cold. He’s already so… Am I really that good?
I smirk up at him, and he flushes a bit deeper. “Jade, I want you…” He whispers. I think it is the most sensual, beautiful, exquisite sound I have ever heard.
I lick him, from base to tip, relishing in the long moan that comes out of him. I wonder how much of him will fit in my mouth… and try, deep throating him to the best of my ability. He makes a long, keening sound, a needy, desperate sound. I swirl my tongue about him as best I can, and hum a bit, trying whatever will bring a sound out of him. My hands kneed his thighs, and my eyes close slowly, concentrating on the sounds only. Just as he’s about to come, I slip a finger inside him.
He comes with a scream, and I swallow everything.
“Keep it down in there!” One of our roommates shouts. Davey and I both blush so darkly, it shouldn’t be possible. “Some of us are only just waking up, and would like to eat breakfast in peace.”
The mood is gone. I get off him and find my shirt, after tucking him in; he’s asleep already.
I walk into the joined bathroom to finish myself off and go into the main room. “I hate you all.” I tell them, glaring. “I hate you all.”
Author:
monimi101
POV: 1st, Jade's
Pairing: Javey
Rating:NC-17ish
Summary: So he asks me what I want for Christmas. Which is unfair, I think. He knows what I want for Christmas.
Author's Note: Written a while ago, x-posted to pure_javey_love
“Jaaaade?” I look up to see Davey two inches away from my face. I will not blush. I will not blush. I will n-
“What do you want for Christmas?”
I blush. “You know what I want for Christmas, idiot.” I tell him. Davey and I have been going out for the past three months, but he still won’t let me do more than kiss him. And he’s a fucking good kisser! Damn…
He won’t even tell me why. I don’t think he’s sworn to celibacy or that he’s in a freak religion. If he’d tell me why, I could live with it.
I could live with having to jerk off every other night, having to sneak into his room at three in the morning just to watch him sleep. Sure.
“I know.” He says, smiling. “But I still want to hear you say it.” He smiles almost angelically. God. Why is he so hot?
I look him in the eye, blushing fiercely. “I want to…” I trail off. He raises an eyebrow.
I want to see you writhing under me. I want to hear you scream for me. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. I want you.
“Iwanttofuckyousenseless.”
He flushes a bit and laughs. I glare at him, embarrassed. “I didn’t think you’d actually say it.” I smiles at me, and I glare harder.
“It’s true…” I’m blushing really hard, now. He poses for me, sticking out his ass.
“You want this?” He asks. I get up. That’s just too far. “You know y-mmph!” I kiss him passionately. He pays submissive, lets me explore every, little, already-memorized corner of his mouth. I grip the back of his neck, trying to go deeper, farther, trying to get inside him, flip him inside out. He steps forwards, and I back, once, twice, and we fall onto the chair. He starts actively kissing me back. He sucks on my tongue, and hums at me. Ahhhh, god. I can imagine what he could do in other places…
He deep throats me, humming. His tongue swirls teasingly. Ah…
He sits up, smirking. “Getting a bit excited there, aren’t we?” He rolls his hips suggestively.
I gasp harshly. “Davey…” I plead weakly. “If you’re not going to let me, stop…”
“Stop what?” He smiles playfully.
“Teasing me…” I’m well aware that I’m begging, but I don’t really care right now. I’ll care later, but for now, I don’t care. “If you keep on like this, I’m going to snap, Davey. I can’t take this. I’ll end up doing something we both regret…”
He’s surprised. He must have been expecting something else. Then, to my surprise, tears well up in his eyes.
“Hey!” I’m freaked, now. “Hey! Davey, man. Don’t cry. Davey, Davey… No…” I rub circles on his shoulders. “Calm down. I don’t mind. I’ll do what ever you want, Davey. Anything. But please tell me why.”
“I’m afraid…” He whispers, once he’s calmed down a bit. “I’m so scared, Jade…” He starts crying again. I rub circles in his back, whisper nothings in his ear. I say nothing relevant. He’ll tell me when he wants to.
“Jade…” He starts again. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I-“
“No, Davey.” I say forcefully. “I’m not mad at you. Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Please just tell me why you’re scared. I’d do anything for you, Davey. I’d never hurt you. But please, tell me what to do.”
“I…” A deep breath. “I know that this is really selfish, but… Whenever I think about it, I feel really scared. Because…” He blushes deeply. “I… I watched you once. I watched you… touch yourself, after I had been kissing you… and I thought ‘This can’t work…’ because…” He blushed deeper, as do I.
“Yeah…” I think about it. Suddenly, I know.
“Davey…” He looks up at me with big, wide eyes. He’s so cute. “I’ll take it. You can be tops, and I’ll take the pain.”
He blushes bright red. “Jade, I couldn’t do that! That would be…” A red pause. “That would be all wrong!”
“Then what do you want to do?” I ask him, a bit frustrated.
He takes a deep breath. “I want to try.” He says. My eyes widen. But…
Wide, brown eyes stare up at me. “Please…” He murmurs, his voice clear and beautiful as always, and desperate, oh so desperate, all for me. “Jade…”
“You’re sure?” I ask him, blushing. It’s suddenly a bit more obvious that he is straddling me.
“I am.” He says seriously. “I love you, Jade, and I would trust you with my life…” He pauses for but a moment. “Take me.”
I flush bright red. “This…” I whisper hoarsely. “This isn’t the place…” True that. The other two will be up soon, and we are in the living room. It is not a good place to have sex. Davey turned a shade or two redder.
He gets up, and I follow. I lead him into my bedroom, and he sits on the bed nervously. I smirk and sit next to him. I kiss him as passionately as I know how, and as tenderly; I cannot hurt him today. There’s no way I could hurt him today.
He responds eagerly, leaning into it, wrapping his arms around my neck. I lean backwards, taking him with me. I place a hand on the back of his neck, bringing him closer, and roll over onto him. For the first time, when I move away from his mouth, licking down his neck, he does not object.
There is a certain spot on his neck, slightly softer, if possible, than the rest of his skin. He mewls as I lick it, his neck arching a bit. I smirk a bit, looking up as him. A vibrant blush spreads across his face. I suck on the spot a bit, loving the moan that drifts out of him. I can feel his pulse on my tongue, speeding up as I nip him softly. I can feel him trembling under me.
He is exquisite. He is beautiful, and feminine, yet at the same time, no girl could ever begin to compare to him. The edge of his cheeks stands out more sharply now, with the almost florescent pink blush across them, against the gray and yellow shades of early morning. His heartbeat flurries and his neck glistens slightly, a red mark blooming over his pulse. I smile, oddly and possessively happy about the mark. Even though I know it will be a problem at tonight’s performance.
I lower my mouth again, getting to the base of his neck before encountering the baby tee he’s wearing. Has he been shopping in the women’s section again…?
I move my mouth away obediently, and we sit up. I am still straddling him as I remove his shirt. He shivers as my cold knuckles graze his skin. He reaches for my shirt as well, and I shiver as my top falls away, feeling the coldness of the room in early morning. For a moment, we just look at each other. It’s not like I’ve never seen him shirtless before, but he’s so beautiful… He blushes when he realizes I’m staring, and leans in to kiss me. I am surprised at the force of his kiss. I lean forwards, pressing him down.
With his back to the bed, I run my fingers over his sides, enjoying the shiver, the moan, the arch of his back, the way he kisses me so desperately.
I want more.
I kiss his neck again, licking the hickey I left there, running past where the shirt was, noting the lack of a tan line. He must be so careful to stay out of the sun. He’s so pale, so delicate. Coming to a dusky nipple, I nip it on a whim, wanting a reaction. I am not disappointed. He shouts out in surprise, his back arching to an extent that must be painful. I feel more heat pooling in me with every sound, every reaction. He doesn’t seem to be even thinking any more. He tosses and turns, writhing under me, flushing, mewling, moaning. I suck on his chest absently, watching him, trying to memorize every detail. He grounds his hips up into mine, and we both gasp. I respond without thinking, rolling my hips into his again and again, starting a sort of rhythm.
He groans almost gutturally, but no, Davey doesn’t do these things. It still sounds musical, even so. It still sounds beautiful. I love it. I let my mouth continue downwards, let my hands glide over him under him, tracing patterns that would perhaps mean something were they visible, or perhaps not. He arches, he moans. I think I moan, too. The noises he makes are so… sensual. Of course, he always sounds beautiful, but here and now, it’s so much better. My senses are heightened.
“Jade…” He whispers huskily. I feel a stream of heat go down me, a blush deepen across my face. “Jade, please…” I realize my mouth is just above his navel. I dip my tongue in briefly, and continue, unbuttoning his jeans subconsciously. He has a light line of sweat across his forehead. As I slip his pants off, he gasps slightly at the cold. He’s already so… Am I really that good?
I smirk up at him, and he flushes a bit deeper. “Jade, I want you…” He whispers. I think it is the most sensual, beautiful, exquisite sound I have ever heard.
I lick him, from base to tip, relishing in the long moan that comes out of him. I wonder how much of him will fit in my mouth… and try, deep throating him to the best of my ability. He makes a long, keening sound, a needy, desperate sound. I swirl my tongue about him as best I can, and hum a bit, trying whatever will bring a sound out of him. My hands kneed his thighs, and my eyes close slowly, concentrating on the sounds only. Just as he’s about to come, I slip a finger inside him.
He comes with a scream, and I swallow everything.
“Keep it down in there!” One of our roommates shouts. Davey and I both blush so darkly, it shouldn’t be possible. “Some of us are only just waking up, and would like to eat breakfast in peace.”
The mood is gone. I get off him and find my shirt, after tucking him in; he’s asleep already.
I walk into the joined bathroom to finish myself off and go into the main room. “I hate you all.” I tell them, glaring. “I hate you all.”