Feeling Groovy (closed to Derek, nsfw)
[takes place John and Marcus got high, last weekend. Co-written with Derek-mun]
John hadn't smoked that much pot in ... well, ever. There'd been like three joints in there, shared with Marcus? Four maybe, even? That was a lot of pot. Even as he dragged himself back to the room he shared with Derek, all he could do was like on the bed, feet still on the floor, even, and stare heavy-lidded up at the ceiling. He had no more energy than to do that. His whole body felt ... buzzy. Warm and ... really good. He was even smiling a little bit, idly petting Glock who'd come to rest on his stomach.
This was the life. Really. It was the life.
Derek came back from the gym feeling awake, alert. Energized. He walked in the room and closed and locked the door, gym bag dropped it on the floor, heading to the bedroom. He saw John, a brow rising but then he sat next to him, bed dipping, taking off his shoes. "What's wrong with you?" He looked way too happy which, to Derek, was a little bit suspicious.
"Huh?" John turned to look at Derek, his smile blooming a little brighter. "Nothing's wrong with me. Why would anything be wrong with me?"
After he'd gotten his shoes off was when he sat up and turned to look at John. Really look at him. Derek cupped his chin, fingers digging in his cheeks. "Are you drunk? But the look and redness of John's eyes told him differently. Derek squeezed his fingers turning John's face toward him. "You're stoned," Derek scowled. It wasn't a question.
It was on the tip of John's tongue to deny it. He even opened his mouth to do so. Then he closed it. Tried and convicted.
"I love you," he said, complete with moony grin.
Derek was just about to chastise, not waiting for John to answer. He opened his mouth but damn the boy for looking goofily adorable. "Why?" He asked, frowning, letting John's face go with a sharp squeeze.
"Why do I love you?" John's brows knit together. "I mean, I can tell you all the reasons, but it'll take a long time and there are other things I could do...." Waggle-waggle and John reached for Derek's shirt.
Well, fuck. Derek's muscles flexed right where he felt John's hand and the insinuation made his cock twitch. His body was a fucking traitor, damn it!
Focus, Reese.
"Why'd you get wasted?" That was what he meant. "Anything you wanna talk about?" Like talk was the thing in John's mind the way he was touching Derek.
Oh no. Talk was far from what John wanted to do. Marcus said, too, that sex when you're high was even more intense. "Remember when I got high the first time?" He asked. "You fucked me the first time, Derek. Remember?" Because he did, and he was reaching for the string to Derek's pants.
Fuck! The reminder of their first time was NOT HELPING.
Derek's hips jerked and he glared down at John's hands on his groin. He put his hands on He boy's cheeks and tilted his face toward him. "Answer the question." Dammit! He was getting hard.
"What was the question?" John asked, zooming in on the column of Derek's neck. It tasted like salt and sweat and mmmmm. He couldn't resist kissing it and licking it. Mmmm.
"I asked you why you're stoned." Derek's eyes fluttered but he fought to keep them open, hands on John's face sliding down to his shoulders with a weak attempt to push him off. John's lips, that mouth, it felt good moving down his throat that Derek bit his lip to stifle a soft groan. "What are you doing?!" Another attempt to push John away was made.
"What?!" For a moment, John was hurt, his face the picture of disappointment. "You don't want me?!" Oh, man. Cuz he really wanted Derek. "I got stoned cuz I could." His lower lip pooched out in disappointment.
Jesus, FUCK! That face! Derek shut his eyes but it was no use, he could still see it in his mind. "I-I--" He looked at John and touched the pooched lip. "I worry about you." His voice was softer. "If something's bugging you, I wanna know. You won't smoke a joint just cos you could." he was trying his best not to thrust his hip and press it against John's warm body. Damn!
"I wanted to get stoned, cuz it's nice not to think every once in a while, okay? Marcus was watching out for me, so don't worry." Or he was watching out for Marcus, tomato, tomahto. John tugged at Derek's shirt, trying to pull him down. "Don't worry, Derek. Just ... be..."
"Marcus knew about this?" He might need to have a talk with that guy. Derek scowled again. He almost fell over John but was alert and fast enough to prop his hands on either side of him. "You know you can talk to me, right?" And not Marcus or anyone else. Derek should be the one. He stared into John's (red) eyes, shaking his head. "Getting wasted's not an answer you know?"
"I know. I do talk to you. But you were at work and --" John plucked at his shirt. "Working out. Derek. Don't go all after school special on me. Just ... fuck me. Okay?" He batted his eyes all slow. "Just... fuck me. Please?"
"I'm not going all after school special, you brat." He groaned at John's request, shaking his head his eyes closing. "You're--" wasted and it didn't feel right. But damn it! Derek knew he couldn't refuse. Not John. Not this. "The moment you straighten your head out, we're gonna have a long fucking talk." He gently pushed off completely. "Scoot up on the bed."
"We talk all the time," John practically whined. "I don't want to talk." Even as he pushed his way up the bed, sending Glock scurrying, he was pulling his shirt off (which was awkward to say the least!). Then he tugged at Derek's. "I wanna fuck."
There was absolutely no denying that. Derek didn't have that much will power especially when it came to John. But that didn't mean he'd give the boy an easy time. Hell no. Not after this. "You wanna fuck?" Derek crawled over him, large hand, warm, sliding up John's exposed chest. "How bad, hmm?" Derek's voice slid lower in tone, rougher.
Ngggggh, the voice. Ngggggh. John groaned low in his throat, thrusting his hips up. "I wanna fuck. Bad." He was hard and the denim of his pants, even through the cotton of his boxers was hard. "Derek...!"
John's voice sounded sexy as fuck begging him like that. Derek slid his hand down between John's legs, pushing the heel of his palm down his erection. "Real bad, hmm, baby? How do you want me to fuck you? Hard? Slow? Riding me? Tell me."
Oooh. Choices. Ngggggh. John's mouth fell open, his eyes half-shut as he looked up at Derek. "I wanna ride you, Derek. Yeah." Oh, yeah. Mmmmhmmmm. Holy crap, he was horny.
Whatever he was thinking earlier when he saw John was pretty much thrown out the window. How could he think that when here was John all begging and willing and sounding needy. It was the hottest thing Derek had seen in a very long while. ""Fuck," he whispered this, fingers fumbling for John's fly, opening it, pushing it down to his hips. "Lift up," he groused, sliding the material down John's legs. And then he started to touch, fingers lightly dancing on his ankles, up the inside of his legs, ducking his head and his lips followed the path his hands took. This? This was going to be slow and torturous until John was begging and begging and begging. Yeah. That was the plan.
Ooooh. That felt really, really, really good. Like each touch was like electricity. Ooooh. John shivered, feeling his skin goosepimple, feeling his breath stutter in his lungs. Ugh. He reached over his head, fisting his hands in the pillow. "Oooh," he moaned. "Yeah."
Besides his hands, his fingers, Derek was careful to not touch John anywhere else. He was staring at his face, a smirk on his lips at how John was reacting. "You like that, baby? You want more?" They were sliding up the inside of his thighs now, higher, higher--
With every inch higher, John's legs spread wider and wider and his toes curled up even more. He even made depraved noises. Marcus had been right! Sex was amazing when you were high! "Derek, c'mon...."
And of course Derek barely let the tips of his fingers brush right between John's legs. Ha. Let him beg for that. Get stoned, huh? That's what you get. Settling between John's parted legs, Derek kept touching, up his hip, caressing over his belly, his chest, his sides, watching that face. Jesus, he was beautiful. "Be patient," he whispered finally. "Not done touching you yet."
Oh, man. John groaned down deep in his chest and he closed his eyes. That way, he didn't always know where Derek's hands were going to end up so it was a surprise. It made it even more erotic, he thought blearily. It made it even better. Hotter. His cock was twitching, hard.
A pinch at a nipple here, then the other, Derek watched his hands move over John's skin, feeling the muscles flex and move under his palms. Sexy as hell. Fuck yeah. His knees were bumping right at John's thighs, and he slowly laid over him, Derek still fully clothed. Without warning Derek covered John's lips with his, kissing him, sliding his tongue inside, licking into him. He groaned softly, grinning into the kiss because he wasn't done yet as he pressed the material of his sweatpants down against John's groin.
The nearly helpless cry that John uttered was swallowed by Derek's mouth. He kissed back, eyes still closed, nearly clumsy in his wanting. He let go of the pillow to hold to Derek's shoulders, to pull him in closer, to try to get him closer, preferably inside him. Soon. Shit, God, please, soon.
He kissed him, rocking over John, loving how languid his body felt as it moved beneath him but then he pushed up, kneeling. Derek took a hold of John's hands and he knelt between his legs, putting those hands at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off," he rumbled, smiling down at John. Nope. Not yet.
Hey, naked was okay, too. John pushed his shirt up, off and away, and ran his hand down Derek's chest. Warm skin over taut muscle, tattoos and scars. All of it. It all felt amazing. He still wore that moony grin. Derek was ... really good looking.
Derek kissed down John's body now, following the trail where his hands had been. It was slow, little licks here, ticklish spots got a small nip there, kisses all over. It was after he'd gone down John's legs and back up did he rub his warm hand against his erection, his balls, sliding a finger and teasing at his entrance.
And when he did that, John groaned, low in his chest and loud. "Oh, shit, Derek," he graveled out. "Oh, God." He was bucking his hips, trying to get closer. Wanting. Oh, God, wanting so bad for Derek to fuck him. Oh, God, please, now, yes?
He pushed two fingers in his mouth, wetting them, licking between them before sliding it back under John's balls. Derek then stuck the tip of his tongue against the slit, tasting John before taking him in full in his mouth while his finger gently pushed inside him. Patience. John should've learned this by now.
He should've, sure. But he was stoned. And he was seventeen. These two things working together made it so that there was no such word as 'patience' in his vocabulary. None. But when Derek finally touched him there and used his tongue there, well, he was able to make all kinds of noises. Ugh, he was so horny.
John very horny and vocal was making Derek so fucking hard that his cock was throbbing, wanting in that warm hole now. He groaned as he sucked on that cock, finger under it working in and out of John, too.
It took a bit of work but then Derek could feel John ready for him. Loose enough to fuck, languid enough to watch him fall completely apart. He crawled over his body now, licking his lips and loving how he could still smell John and musk and sweat and taste him all bitter-salty, too. Fuck, what a turn on.
Unable to control the sounds that came out of his mouth, John reached for Derek, pulling him in, fingers digging into Derek's hips, feet in the air, a flush staining his chest in splotches. "Yeah, Derek," he whispered. "Yeah. Need it. Need it, Derek. Need your cock. Please, Derek!"
John was acting so uninhibited and it only made Derek even hornier than he already was. Damn! He sucked that cock until John was an incoherent, babbling mass on the bed. Awesome. He pulled his fingers out, satisfied he was loose enough before he sat back on his haunches, sliding his hands up and down John's thighs. "Up, baby. Come on..."
Oh, right. Riding. John had forgotten. He pushed up off the bed and leaned forward to get closer to Derek, helping to shove him back so that he was lying down and John could straddle his hips. Mmmmm. He fisted their cocks there for a minute and it was almost too much. So, he held Derek's cock at the base and started to work down on it, his eyes closed, mouth open. "Oh. God."
Derek held the base of his cock with one hand, John's hip with the other. He helped guide him down because the boy was stoned and might cause some kind of injury on Derek if they weren't careful. He was still moving awkwardly but even then a moan left Derek's lips at how good it felt with John sinking down on his hard cock. "Fuck, yeah..." Derek lifted his hips up to meet the movement and fuck if that didn't feel so fucking good.
"Ooooh." Even as he slid down, John was groaning, his head falling back on his neck. "Yeah." When he could feel Derek's hips against his ass, he swiveled them, adjusting to and savoring the feeling of being filled. "Oh, man, yeah." So deep and so intense and so good.
"Fuck!" Both hands were on John's hips now, fingers already leaving marks as Derek lifted him up and pulled him back down. "Come on, baby, move," he groaned out. Damn! This was so good that Derek's toes curled into the sheets as he pushed his knees up, hips rising and falling and thrusting up inside John.
John could move. And he did, up and down, almost jerky, almost too hard and too fast, but he didn't care. His eyes were closed and he was drowning in how awesome it felt. Because it felt totally amazingly awesome. The best thing ever, by far. Sex was fantastic.
Derek's whole body felt tight and tense because the way John moved over him was like nothing they'd shared before. He was too uninhibited, too random, no rhythm to anything but god it felt even more amazing. He stopped thrusting, just lying there letting John move over him and even then he couldn't help the noises he made while their voices blended into a cacophony of moans.
Not able to figure out whether to rock forward or back, John braced himself on Derek's chest and just ... it was all just so good. "Derek," he moaned. "I can't -- It -- I -- this-- I'm gonna --"
What?! Derek wasn't even touching John's cock but the way that he was clenching Derek inside, his muscles gripping him tight was enough to tell him that yeah, John was fucking coming. Derek was quick to wrap a hand around John' cock, watching as he practically bounced over him, Derek's own eyes darkening at how fucking hot and sexy he looked. "C'mon, baby, come on."
Just the hand, just that was enough to pull John over, to make him feel weak and like he was being turned inside out. It was amazing. The most amazing thing ever. Holy crap! He was keening, his head back, body tense.
Fuck that was one intense orgasm the likes that Derek had never before seen John have. And believe you me, he'd seen them ALL. The way his body was poised over Derek, the way his neck arched, the way he sounded was even different. "FUCK!" And then quickly, Derek rolled them, pinning John beneath his larger, stronger body and then he began to thrust, pounding into John with his hips snapping incessantly, deep and hard. "FUUUUCK!"
"Oh - Christ - Derek!" Oh, it almost hurt! It was -- it was fantastic. The bed squeaked like crazy, John was jostled like crazy, and it did, it nearly hurt. But it felt so good. His dull nails ran deep in the skin of Derek's arms as he was moved.
He could feel the clench and release of John deep inside. So fucking hot and tight and it was almost impossible to move. The friction drove him crazy but it was impossible to stop. The sound of skin slapping, fucking loud around them, was added to the already echoing moans, the bed creaking, the headboard hitting the wall. Fuck! Derek was getting fucking close so he closed his mouth over John's and licked into it, trembling violently before groaning into the kiss as he came explosively. "Uuuuuuh!!"
Oooh. It was like John could feel Derek's coming shooting up into his body. Oooh. Yeah. That was hot. That was really hot. John pet over Derek's skin, his neck, shoulders, arms, back. All hot and feeling so good that he was moaning even more. How could he still be horny? But he was.
Derek couldn't stop moving, still thrusting slow and shallow inside John, slicker now, better. Fuck. He was panting but his lips were moving over John's throat, his shoulders, biting sweat-salty skin. "Fuck, baby. You fucking feel good." So good. Still good.
Each scuff of Derek's stubble had John jerking under him, moaning, his eyes still slitted. "Y-you feel good too," he whispered back. "You feel ... amazing." Even the pain of being stretched was something to be relished; a tactile sensation.
"Fuck. I can stay inside you forever." He would, too, if it were possible. Just melt into John and be joined. Yeah. His hips were still in a state of stutter-thrusts, just wallowing in how good John felt. "How you feel, baby? Better?" Sober was really what he wanted to know. Derek nudged John's cheek with the tip of his nose so he could look him in the eye.
"Mmmm, I feel amazing," John whispered. "I feel... really amazing." He was still bleary, but not that bleary anymore. Though he was still horny. "How do you feel?"
"Like I wanna fuck you all night long if you keep reacting like that." Jesus. Hottest thing Derek had fucked in forever. "Because, baby, that was fucking amazing."
"I want you to fuck me all night long," John told him, pulling him down for more kisses. "I want you to fuck me til I can't move. Then do it again."
Those words made Derek's cock twitch inside John and thinking, after that statement, it'd be near impossible for him to turn flaccid the way he was reacting. "Fuck," he whispered this, lowering himself on to John, rolling his hips as their warm, sweaty chests pressed together. "I'll fuck you til you can't sit down without feeling like my dick's still inside you. How's that?"
"Mmmmm," a near whine. "Yeah. That's what I want," John mumbled out, pressing hot, wet kisses at Derek's skin. "That's what I want. I really want that, Derek. I really want that."
Shit. Boy fucking wants that, hell, Derek would deliver. He hooked his arms behind John's knees and started to thrust, slow and deep in that heat. "No more toking for you. You fucking - do this - again, you're going to - answer - to me." Fuck. He couldn't breathe. John felt so fucking good. "And it won't be - this." Maybe it was an empty threat. This did feel better than scolding a seventeen year old stubborn brat.
Unable to answer, John kept his eyes shut tight and he worked on trying to breathe. Oh, God, it felt like he was being bored open in the best way. Totally best way. Derek wanted to scold him? Fine, scold him. Later. Right now, John just wanted to keep doing this. The pleasure felt deep. Deeper than before and intense.
It was warmer, slicker, Derek groaning as he pushed in deep and jostling them both even if the thrusts weren't frantic. He looked into John's eyes, still red, but damn, still pretty. "You hearing me?" Lost cause, Derek thought, but then it fucking felt too good to actually talk. Talking later. Fucking now. And even if he knew he wasn't going to come anytime soon, he was still too fucking hard and wasn't about to waste that. "Fuck."
They didn't stop until it was nearly one AM. Even then, something in John craved more. But he rested tired muscles next to and over Derek's body and closed his eyes. Next time (if there was a next time), he'd do it with Derek. No reason to chastise him. It would all work out.
John hadn't smoked that much pot in ... well, ever. There'd been like three joints in there, shared with Marcus? Four maybe, even? That was a lot of pot. Even as he dragged himself back to the room he shared with Derek, all he could do was like on the bed, feet still on the floor, even, and stare heavy-lidded up at the ceiling. He had no more energy than to do that. His whole body felt ... buzzy. Warm and ... really good. He was even smiling a little bit, idly petting Glock who'd come to rest on his stomach.
This was the life. Really. It was the life.
Derek came back from the gym feeling awake, alert. Energized. He walked in the room and closed and locked the door, gym bag dropped it on the floor, heading to the bedroom. He saw John, a brow rising but then he sat next to him, bed dipping, taking off his shoes. "What's wrong with you?" He looked way too happy which, to Derek, was a little bit suspicious.
"Huh?" John turned to look at Derek, his smile blooming a little brighter. "Nothing's wrong with me. Why would anything be wrong with me?"
After he'd gotten his shoes off was when he sat up and turned to look at John. Really look at him. Derek cupped his chin, fingers digging in his cheeks. "Are you drunk? But the look and redness of John's eyes told him differently. Derek squeezed his fingers turning John's face toward him. "You're stoned," Derek scowled. It wasn't a question.
It was on the tip of John's tongue to deny it. He even opened his mouth to do so. Then he closed it. Tried and convicted.
"I love you," he said, complete with moony grin.
Derek was just about to chastise, not waiting for John to answer. He opened his mouth but damn the boy for looking goofily adorable. "Why?" He asked, frowning, letting John's face go with a sharp squeeze.
"Why do I love you?" John's brows knit together. "I mean, I can tell you all the reasons, but it'll take a long time and there are other things I could do...." Waggle-waggle and John reached for Derek's shirt.
Well, fuck. Derek's muscles flexed right where he felt John's hand and the insinuation made his cock twitch. His body was a fucking traitor, damn it!
Focus, Reese.
"Why'd you get wasted?" That was what he meant. "Anything you wanna talk about?" Like talk was the thing in John's mind the way he was touching Derek.
Oh no. Talk was far from what John wanted to do. Marcus said, too, that sex when you're high was even more intense. "Remember when I got high the first time?" He asked. "You fucked me the first time, Derek. Remember?" Because he did, and he was reaching for the string to Derek's pants.
Fuck! The reminder of their first time was NOT HELPING.
Derek's hips jerked and he glared down at John's hands on his groin. He put his hands on He boy's cheeks and tilted his face toward him. "Answer the question." Dammit! He was getting hard.
"What was the question?" John asked, zooming in on the column of Derek's neck. It tasted like salt and sweat and mmmmm. He couldn't resist kissing it and licking it. Mmmm.
"I asked you why you're stoned." Derek's eyes fluttered but he fought to keep them open, hands on John's face sliding down to his shoulders with a weak attempt to push him off. John's lips, that mouth, it felt good moving down his throat that Derek bit his lip to stifle a soft groan. "What are you doing?!" Another attempt to push John away was made.
"What?!" For a moment, John was hurt, his face the picture of disappointment. "You don't want me?!" Oh, man. Cuz he really wanted Derek. "I got stoned cuz I could." His lower lip pooched out in disappointment.
Jesus, FUCK! That face! Derek shut his eyes but it was no use, he could still see it in his mind. "I-I--" He looked at John and touched the pooched lip. "I worry about you." His voice was softer. "If something's bugging you, I wanna know. You won't smoke a joint just cos you could." he was trying his best not to thrust his hip and press it against John's warm body. Damn!
"I wanted to get stoned, cuz it's nice not to think every once in a while, okay? Marcus was watching out for me, so don't worry." Or he was watching out for Marcus, tomato, tomahto. John tugged at Derek's shirt, trying to pull him down. "Don't worry, Derek. Just ... be..."
"Marcus knew about this?" He might need to have a talk with that guy. Derek scowled again. He almost fell over John but was alert and fast enough to prop his hands on either side of him. "You know you can talk to me, right?" And not Marcus or anyone else. Derek should be the one. He stared into John's (red) eyes, shaking his head. "Getting wasted's not an answer you know?"
"I know. I do talk to you. But you were at work and --" John plucked at his shirt. "Working out. Derek. Don't go all after school special on me. Just ... fuck me. Okay?" He batted his eyes all slow. "Just... fuck me. Please?"
"I'm not going all after school special, you brat." He groaned at John's request, shaking his head his eyes closing. "You're--" wasted and it didn't feel right. But damn it! Derek knew he couldn't refuse. Not John. Not this. "The moment you straighten your head out, we're gonna have a long fucking talk." He gently pushed off completely. "Scoot up on the bed."
"We talk all the time," John practically whined. "I don't want to talk." Even as he pushed his way up the bed, sending Glock scurrying, he was pulling his shirt off (which was awkward to say the least!). Then he tugged at Derek's. "I wanna fuck."
There was absolutely no denying that. Derek didn't have that much will power especially when it came to John. But that didn't mean he'd give the boy an easy time. Hell no. Not after this. "You wanna fuck?" Derek crawled over him, large hand, warm, sliding up John's exposed chest. "How bad, hmm?" Derek's voice slid lower in tone, rougher.
Ngggggh, the voice. Ngggggh. John groaned low in his throat, thrusting his hips up. "I wanna fuck. Bad." He was hard and the denim of his pants, even through the cotton of his boxers was hard. "Derek...!"
John's voice sounded sexy as fuck begging him like that. Derek slid his hand down between John's legs, pushing the heel of his palm down his erection. "Real bad, hmm, baby? How do you want me to fuck you? Hard? Slow? Riding me? Tell me."
Oooh. Choices. Ngggggh. John's mouth fell open, his eyes half-shut as he looked up at Derek. "I wanna ride you, Derek. Yeah." Oh, yeah. Mmmmhmmmm. Holy crap, he was horny.
Whatever he was thinking earlier when he saw John was pretty much thrown out the window. How could he think that when here was John all begging and willing and sounding needy. It was the hottest thing Derek had seen in a very long while. ""Fuck," he whispered this, fingers fumbling for John's fly, opening it, pushing it down to his hips. "Lift up," he groused, sliding the material down John's legs. And then he started to touch, fingers lightly dancing on his ankles, up the inside of his legs, ducking his head and his lips followed the path his hands took. This? This was going to be slow and torturous until John was begging and begging and begging. Yeah. That was the plan.
Ooooh. That felt really, really, really good. Like each touch was like electricity. Ooooh. John shivered, feeling his skin goosepimple, feeling his breath stutter in his lungs. Ugh. He reached over his head, fisting his hands in the pillow. "Oooh," he moaned. "Yeah."
Besides his hands, his fingers, Derek was careful to not touch John anywhere else. He was staring at his face, a smirk on his lips at how John was reacting. "You like that, baby? You want more?" They were sliding up the inside of his thighs now, higher, higher--
With every inch higher, John's legs spread wider and wider and his toes curled up even more. He even made depraved noises. Marcus had been right! Sex was amazing when you were high! "Derek, c'mon...."
And of course Derek barely let the tips of his fingers brush right between John's legs. Ha. Let him beg for that. Get stoned, huh? That's what you get. Settling between John's parted legs, Derek kept touching, up his hip, caressing over his belly, his chest, his sides, watching that face. Jesus, he was beautiful. "Be patient," he whispered finally. "Not done touching you yet."
Oh, man. John groaned down deep in his chest and he closed his eyes. That way, he didn't always know where Derek's hands were going to end up so it was a surprise. It made it even more erotic, he thought blearily. It made it even better. Hotter. His cock was twitching, hard.
A pinch at a nipple here, then the other, Derek watched his hands move over John's skin, feeling the muscles flex and move under his palms. Sexy as hell. Fuck yeah. His knees were bumping right at John's thighs, and he slowly laid over him, Derek still fully clothed. Without warning Derek covered John's lips with his, kissing him, sliding his tongue inside, licking into him. He groaned softly, grinning into the kiss because he wasn't done yet as he pressed the material of his sweatpants down against John's groin.
The nearly helpless cry that John uttered was swallowed by Derek's mouth. He kissed back, eyes still closed, nearly clumsy in his wanting. He let go of the pillow to hold to Derek's shoulders, to pull him in closer, to try to get him closer, preferably inside him. Soon. Shit, God, please, soon.
He kissed him, rocking over John, loving how languid his body felt as it moved beneath him but then he pushed up, kneeling. Derek took a hold of John's hands and he knelt between his legs, putting those hands at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off," he rumbled, smiling down at John. Nope. Not yet.
Hey, naked was okay, too. John pushed his shirt up, off and away, and ran his hand down Derek's chest. Warm skin over taut muscle, tattoos and scars. All of it. It all felt amazing. He still wore that moony grin. Derek was ... really good looking.
Derek kissed down John's body now, following the trail where his hands had been. It was slow, little licks here, ticklish spots got a small nip there, kisses all over. It was after he'd gone down John's legs and back up did he rub his warm hand against his erection, his balls, sliding a finger and teasing at his entrance.
And when he did that, John groaned, low in his chest and loud. "Oh, shit, Derek," he graveled out. "Oh, God." He was bucking his hips, trying to get closer. Wanting. Oh, God, wanting so bad for Derek to fuck him. Oh, God, please, now, yes?
He pushed two fingers in his mouth, wetting them, licking between them before sliding it back under John's balls. Derek then stuck the tip of his tongue against the slit, tasting John before taking him in full in his mouth while his finger gently pushed inside him. Patience. John should've learned this by now.
He should've, sure. But he was stoned. And he was seventeen. These two things working together made it so that there was no such word as 'patience' in his vocabulary. None. But when Derek finally touched him there and used his tongue there, well, he was able to make all kinds of noises. Ugh, he was so horny.
John very horny and vocal was making Derek so fucking hard that his cock was throbbing, wanting in that warm hole now. He groaned as he sucked on that cock, finger under it working in and out of John, too.
It took a bit of work but then Derek could feel John ready for him. Loose enough to fuck, languid enough to watch him fall completely apart. He crawled over his body now, licking his lips and loving how he could still smell John and musk and sweat and taste him all bitter-salty, too. Fuck, what a turn on.
Unable to control the sounds that came out of his mouth, John reached for Derek, pulling him in, fingers digging into Derek's hips, feet in the air, a flush staining his chest in splotches. "Yeah, Derek," he whispered. "Yeah. Need it. Need it, Derek. Need your cock. Please, Derek!"
John was acting so uninhibited and it only made Derek even hornier than he already was. Damn! He sucked that cock until John was an incoherent, babbling mass on the bed. Awesome. He pulled his fingers out, satisfied he was loose enough before he sat back on his haunches, sliding his hands up and down John's thighs. "Up, baby. Come on..."
Oh, right. Riding. John had forgotten. He pushed up off the bed and leaned forward to get closer to Derek, helping to shove him back so that he was lying down and John could straddle his hips. Mmmmm. He fisted their cocks there for a minute and it was almost too much. So, he held Derek's cock at the base and started to work down on it, his eyes closed, mouth open. "Oh. God."
Derek held the base of his cock with one hand, John's hip with the other. He helped guide him down because the boy was stoned and might cause some kind of injury on Derek if they weren't careful. He was still moving awkwardly but even then a moan left Derek's lips at how good it felt with John sinking down on his hard cock. "Fuck, yeah..." Derek lifted his hips up to meet the movement and fuck if that didn't feel so fucking good.
"Ooooh." Even as he slid down, John was groaning, his head falling back on his neck. "Yeah." When he could feel Derek's hips against his ass, he swiveled them, adjusting to and savoring the feeling of being filled. "Oh, man, yeah." So deep and so intense and so good.
"Fuck!" Both hands were on John's hips now, fingers already leaving marks as Derek lifted him up and pulled him back down. "Come on, baby, move," he groaned out. Damn! This was so good that Derek's toes curled into the sheets as he pushed his knees up, hips rising and falling and thrusting up inside John.
John could move. And he did, up and down, almost jerky, almost too hard and too fast, but he didn't care. His eyes were closed and he was drowning in how awesome it felt. Because it felt totally amazingly awesome. The best thing ever, by far. Sex was fantastic.
Derek's whole body felt tight and tense because the way John moved over him was like nothing they'd shared before. He was too uninhibited, too random, no rhythm to anything but god it felt even more amazing. He stopped thrusting, just lying there letting John move over him and even then he couldn't help the noises he made while their voices blended into a cacophony of moans.
Not able to figure out whether to rock forward or back, John braced himself on Derek's chest and just ... it was all just so good. "Derek," he moaned. "I can't -- It -- I -- this-- I'm gonna --"
What?! Derek wasn't even touching John's cock but the way that he was clenching Derek inside, his muscles gripping him tight was enough to tell him that yeah, John was fucking coming. Derek was quick to wrap a hand around John' cock, watching as he practically bounced over him, Derek's own eyes darkening at how fucking hot and sexy he looked. "C'mon, baby, come on."
Just the hand, just that was enough to pull John over, to make him feel weak and like he was being turned inside out. It was amazing. The most amazing thing ever. Holy crap! He was keening, his head back, body tense.
Fuck that was one intense orgasm the likes that Derek had never before seen John have. And believe you me, he'd seen them ALL. The way his body was poised over Derek, the way his neck arched, the way he sounded was even different. "FUCK!" And then quickly, Derek rolled them, pinning John beneath his larger, stronger body and then he began to thrust, pounding into John with his hips snapping incessantly, deep and hard. "FUUUUCK!"
"Oh - Christ - Derek!" Oh, it almost hurt! It was -- it was fantastic. The bed squeaked like crazy, John was jostled like crazy, and it did, it nearly hurt. But it felt so good. His dull nails ran deep in the skin of Derek's arms as he was moved.
He could feel the clench and release of John deep inside. So fucking hot and tight and it was almost impossible to move. The friction drove him crazy but it was impossible to stop. The sound of skin slapping, fucking loud around them, was added to the already echoing moans, the bed creaking, the headboard hitting the wall. Fuck! Derek was getting fucking close so he closed his mouth over John's and licked into it, trembling violently before groaning into the kiss as he came explosively. "Uuuuuuh!!"
Oooh. It was like John could feel Derek's coming shooting up into his body. Oooh. Yeah. That was hot. That was really hot. John pet over Derek's skin, his neck, shoulders, arms, back. All hot and feeling so good that he was moaning even more. How could he still be horny? But he was.
Derek couldn't stop moving, still thrusting slow and shallow inside John, slicker now, better. Fuck. He was panting but his lips were moving over John's throat, his shoulders, biting sweat-salty skin. "Fuck, baby. You fucking feel good." So good. Still good.
Each scuff of Derek's stubble had John jerking under him, moaning, his eyes still slitted. "Y-you feel good too," he whispered back. "You feel ... amazing." Even the pain of being stretched was something to be relished; a tactile sensation.
"Fuck. I can stay inside you forever." He would, too, if it were possible. Just melt into John and be joined. Yeah. His hips were still in a state of stutter-thrusts, just wallowing in how good John felt. "How you feel, baby? Better?" Sober was really what he wanted to know. Derek nudged John's cheek with the tip of his nose so he could look him in the eye.
"Mmmm, I feel amazing," John whispered. "I feel... really amazing." He was still bleary, but not that bleary anymore. Though he was still horny. "How do you feel?"
"Like I wanna fuck you all night long if you keep reacting like that." Jesus. Hottest thing Derek had fucked in forever. "Because, baby, that was fucking amazing."
"I want you to fuck me all night long," John told him, pulling him down for more kisses. "I want you to fuck me til I can't move. Then do it again."
Those words made Derek's cock twitch inside John and thinking, after that statement, it'd be near impossible for him to turn flaccid the way he was reacting. "Fuck," he whispered this, lowering himself on to John, rolling his hips as their warm, sweaty chests pressed together. "I'll fuck you til you can't sit down without feeling like my dick's still inside you. How's that?"
"Mmmmm," a near whine. "Yeah. That's what I want," John mumbled out, pressing hot, wet kisses at Derek's skin. "That's what I want. I really want that, Derek. I really want that."
Shit. Boy fucking wants that, hell, Derek would deliver. He hooked his arms behind John's knees and started to thrust, slow and deep in that heat. "No more toking for you. You fucking - do this - again, you're going to - answer - to me." Fuck. He couldn't breathe. John felt so fucking good. "And it won't be - this." Maybe it was an empty threat. This did feel better than scolding a seventeen year old stubborn brat.
Unable to answer, John kept his eyes shut tight and he worked on trying to breathe. Oh, God, it felt like he was being bored open in the best way. Totally best way. Derek wanted to scold him? Fine, scold him. Later. Right now, John just wanted to keep doing this. The pleasure felt deep. Deeper than before and intense.
It was warmer, slicker, Derek groaning as he pushed in deep and jostling them both even if the thrusts weren't frantic. He looked into John's eyes, still red, but damn, still pretty. "You hearing me?" Lost cause, Derek thought, but then it fucking felt too good to actually talk. Talking later. Fucking now. And even if he knew he wasn't going to come anytime soon, he was still too fucking hard and wasn't about to waste that. "Fuck."
They didn't stop until it was nearly one AM. Even then, something in John craved more. But he rested tired muscles next to and over Derek's body and closed his eyes. Next time (if there was a next time), he'd do it with Derek. No reason to chastise him. It would all work out.