John and Derek: A haircut
[backdated to last week. Before Kyle and the Terminator arrived. NSFW.]
Long strands of brown hair litter the sink, the clippers sit on the counter top. Brushing over his new, shorter hair, John looks at himself in the mirror, and at Derek behind him. "What do you think?" He asks. He looks different, that much he knows. His neck feels cooler. His forehead feels bare. It's weird and he finds his gaze keeps skittering away from himself, anchoring in Derek instead.
"You look like a soldier." He smirks, teasing. A little. Derek stares at John from their reflections in the mirror while brushing hair off his bare shoulders before dipping his head to place a soft, chaste kiss on the back of John's neck. "You look-- older." Derek can't help it, he runs a hand over John's shorn hair, smiling as his eyes follow the path his hand takes. "More mature."
"Is that a good thing?" John asks, looking at his hair in the mirror. "I don't feel older." Can he have another one of those kisses? Many more? He doesn't want to look like a soldier, but he doesn't say that.
What he doesn't say is that he not only looked older but, for lack of a better but no less appropriate term, prettier. Those eyes. God. Derek thinks that if it took looking at something to stop Skynet, it would be those eyes. "It's a good thing, looking older and not looking like a boy. Maybe then people will take you more seriously." He gets caught in the gaze of John's reflection, his hand stopping their movement to rest on his shoulder. No. Most definitely no longer a boy. And then he places another kiss this time on John's shoulder. "Do you like it?"
"Do people not take me seriously?" That's an alarming thought and John turns around. "Am I ... I'm not a joke? Derek?" Suddenly, he's paranoid, eyes wide, brows furrowed.
Oh god. Derek laughed and he totally did not mean that in a bad way but just the look on John's face was amusing. "You're sixteen. No one older than you will really take you seriously. Unless you're willing to pick up a gun and come up from underground to fight machines." He sobers up. Yeah. That was his sweet sixteen. "Don't worry about that just yet, alright?" Derek hooked his arm around John and his other hand on his neck so that they stood face to face. "And no one thinks you're a joke. Least of all me." He says more sternly, but smiling down at John's much brighter, no longer hiding behind his hair face.
"You better not," John gruffs, ducking and grinning despite himself. "Or I might not suck you off." Yeah, there's a threat he can make, even if his face and neck does turn bright red.
Derek places both his hands clasped around the back of John's neck now and he's grinning at what John said. "Yeah? Hmm. And you're getting really good at sucking me off." He pulls John closer. "Such a mean threat. I guess this means I need to stop teasing you, hmm?" God. With this short hair, those eyes just seem to pop out and they are fucking gorgeous that Derek finds himself caught in John's gaze and quickly drowning in it.
And John's caught in the way Derek looks at him, like he's this amazing thing. "Yeah." All he has to do is lean forward to kiss Derek, feeling the familiar press of those lips, rougher than his own, against his mouth. His eyes fall closed and he opens his mouth, letting his tongue run along the seam of Derek's mouth.
The kiss lasts quite a long time and it's not as if Derek wants to rush it either. He still has his hands behind John's neck and he pulls him even closer, deepening the kiss even more. His lips move slowly, thinking of just how sensual John's soft lips are against his and he groans into the kiss, pressing harder, his tongue slipping, pushing inside, tasting John and it's too heady that he moans.
There's a hitch to John's breath as he pushes closer, feeling himself get hard, and Derek, too, against his hip. When the kiss break, he goes to shake his hair from his eyes, but there's no hair to shake and that makes him laugh a little as he flicks his gaze up to the other man.
"I like it," Derek whispers raggedly, still panting for breath while he ran his hand over John's head. "You need to shower." There just might be a glimmer of amusement in saying that. Derek had no plans leaving the small but efficient bathroom anytime soon.
"Shower with me," John urged, not moving away either, hands pressed to Derek's hips. "Okay?"
Score! But of course, Derek's face remain stoic. "Why? Need help scrubbing your back?" A smirk, a real tiny one, lifts the corner of his lips.
"Yeah." John smirks in reply. "And my front." He keeps his eyes locked on Derek's face as he bends down to push off his pyjama bottoms, stepping out of them to be left naked. He's hard, red and jutting from his body, but not embarrassed.
"God." Derek feigns a long suffering sigh, shaking his head but his eyes remain on John. "Anyone know that the leader of the Resistance is so high maintenance?" He's teasing, of course. See? Derek is even smiling. He yanks his tight shirt up and over his head, shaking it a bit to get some of the hair out and then he's leaning in and whispering low in John's ear. "Get the water nice and warm, hmm?" He grins and swats John's ass.
"Ouch," John laughs, but does as he's told, getting the water just shy of scalding, then steps in, holding the curtain for Derek to come in, before stepping under the stream, head back to wash away all the little hairs that were tickling him. His head still feels strange with no hair as he runs his hands over it.
Steam begins to billow out from over the shower curtain, Derek naked and watching the John's silhouette with a grin before he pushes it open all the way and steps in. "Move your ass, Connor before I fuck that ass." He tease, laughing just as he pushed a bit past John to get under the spray. It was great, this. No tension, teasing, nothing else on their minds, for the moment, at least. No running, no dodging, no hiding. Derek spits water out of his mouth as he pulls away from the spray and then he's hooking an arm around John, pulling him in front of his body, their wet skin touching.
Coming to rest against Derek with a wet slap, John grins as he throws an arm around Derek's hip, his other arm resting on his uncle's shoulder. "What if I want you to fuck my ass?" He asks, barely even stammering this time. "What if that's what I like? What should I do then?" His cock jerks against Derek's thigh and he gasps. "I want you to fuck my ass, Derek." God. He feels like he's horny all the time these days. God.
"I think I created a horny monster." He laughed, both arms wrapped around John and his eyes not leaving that face, those eyes. The grin brightens when he realizes there is no more hair there to brush away each time they showered together, or any other time for that matter. Derek's hand slid down the wet slick back until it comes to rest a bit on the swell of John's ass, squeezing before a finger makes its way between the crease, teasing against John's hole. "This what you want?"
John arches, mouth open, and he nods. "That's what I want." Eyes half-shut, he nearly smirks. "Should I order you? Did I ever do that? In the future?"
Now Derek really laughs. "Yes. Too much." He slides his hands up and down John's slick wet body, feeling each muscle, each line, loving how he feels the flex of it under his palm. "Why do you think I'm bossing you around now?" He smirks at John. "Payback's a bitch." He chuckles, rubbing his growing erection side to side over John's thigh.
"Shut up," John retorts, grinning. "I'm still your boss, or something. Your commanding officer, right? So..." His hands flap at his sides as he turns around before they slap against the wall as he's jutting his ass back. "Do it."
"Yes, Sir," he rasps right by John's ear and then he steps forward and grabbing for the shampoo to slick over his hand. He leans in just as he's got his fingers around his cock and he strokes. "This will sting-- Sir." He pushes the head of his cock against John's hole. "I suggest you hold tight to something." Derek thrusts in on slick, fluid motion.
"Ahhh! God." There isn't anything to hold on to. John's hands scrabble down the slick tile, his forehead falling forward to rest there, his toes curling against the tub floor as the pain and the pleasure meld. Truth? The Sir stuff was kinda hot. "Mmm. Derek. Yes."
He's panting already and they barely even started but fuck if John wasn't this fucking tight. Derek groans and it echoes right along with the sound of the shower, and John's sexy moans. "This - what - you, uh! Want - Sssir?" He starts slamming into John, grabbing his hips and pulling him down each time he thrusts up. "Tell me - what else - you - want..."
What else? This is kind of everything right now, fogging over John's brain so he can't think of anything else. Just how he's being shoved open in a way that is perfect and hot and good. "This," he hisses, reaching a hand back to dig his fingers into Derek's ass. "This."
"Yeah. Fuck yeah." Derek growls and then he's thrusting in hard and deep. It's a wonder they both stay upright with the hot water sluicing down on them making their bodies slippery, making their movements much more intense. Derek grips tight to John's hips, knowing he'll leave marks but that is the least of his concern. What is are those sounds coming from John, hot and sensual and he wants to hear more so he angles his thrusts, hitting John's prostate while the sound of wet skin slapping together echo along with their moans.
John's noises take a decidedly more primal turn as gusts of intense pleasure rake over him leaving him breathless and weak and clinging to the wall and to Derek. His cock jerks against the wall, over and over and he doesn't dare touch it or he'll come and this will stop. He doesn't want it to stop, not ever.
He won't last. It's impossible. John feels so good wrapped around him like this, hot and tight and each inward thrusts sends jolts of pleasure all over his body that he trembles with it. "God, I love you," slips out while he pants for breath right by John's ear, his lips pressed against the soft skin behind his ear.
At that, John cries out, head turned automatically toward the words. A hand fists around his cock and he strokes it, hard. "Derek!" He feels himself spill onto the slick tile, feels his body as if it's on fire. "I love you, too!" he nearly whimpers around the shocks of his orgasm.
Derek's biting down on the side of John's neck as he comes, sucking on the skin as he spills deep inside his lover, shuddering violently while his hips snap, snap against John's wt ass. "Fuck!" He releases him, finding a mark at the base of John's neck and licking it to soothe the bite, tongue lapping up and gathering water as he makes his way behind the ear. "Was that good, commanding officer, sir?" He teases, chuckling while kissing down his jaw, intent to find and kiss those lips.
"Oh my God," John whispers, head falling back onto Derek's shoulder. "I can't feel my fingers." He wiggles them for good measure. "You made me boneless." Turning, he runs his lips along Derek's jaw. "I love you. I love this. I love sex. Oh my god."
Derek laughs, sliding his hands up John's slick ones until he reaches his hands still laid flat on the shower wall. He weaves their fingers together, his palms on the back of John's hands. "I created a monster. A horn dog." He laughs more, peppering John's cheeks, his jaw, his lips with kisses. "God, you feel good. Look good, too." He jerks his head to indicate John's new cut, Derek smiling brightly, earnestly, which is still rare.
John smiles, taking in the grin that seems like the sun. "Guess you'll have to help me keep it trimmed now, huh?" Oh, what a trial. "Kiss me," he orders, smirking. "As your commanding officer, I order you to kiss me."
There's something to be said about being defiant but now is not the place nor time even though Derek thinks it. He's still inside John and he's turning flaccid quickly that he pulls out but remains pressed along his back. Derek then smiles, an amused one, and then he kisses John, only mumbling something about misuse of power before their lips touched.
Long strands of brown hair litter the sink, the clippers sit on the counter top. Brushing over his new, shorter hair, John looks at himself in the mirror, and at Derek behind him. "What do you think?" He asks. He looks different, that much he knows. His neck feels cooler. His forehead feels bare. It's weird and he finds his gaze keeps skittering away from himself, anchoring in Derek instead.
"You look like a soldier." He smirks, teasing. A little. Derek stares at John from their reflections in the mirror while brushing hair off his bare shoulders before dipping his head to place a soft, chaste kiss on the back of John's neck. "You look-- older." Derek can't help it, he runs a hand over John's shorn hair, smiling as his eyes follow the path his hand takes. "More mature."
"Is that a good thing?" John asks, looking at his hair in the mirror. "I don't feel older." Can he have another one of those kisses? Many more? He doesn't want to look like a soldier, but he doesn't say that.
What he doesn't say is that he not only looked older but, for lack of a better but no less appropriate term, prettier. Those eyes. God. Derek thinks that if it took looking at something to stop Skynet, it would be those eyes. "It's a good thing, looking older and not looking like a boy. Maybe then people will take you more seriously." He gets caught in the gaze of John's reflection, his hand stopping their movement to rest on his shoulder. No. Most definitely no longer a boy. And then he places another kiss this time on John's shoulder. "Do you like it?"
"Do people not take me seriously?" That's an alarming thought and John turns around. "Am I ... I'm not a joke? Derek?" Suddenly, he's paranoid, eyes wide, brows furrowed.
Oh god. Derek laughed and he totally did not mean that in a bad way but just the look on John's face was amusing. "You're sixteen. No one older than you will really take you seriously. Unless you're willing to pick up a gun and come up from underground to fight machines." He sobers up. Yeah. That was his sweet sixteen. "Don't worry about that just yet, alright?" Derek hooked his arm around John and his other hand on his neck so that they stood face to face. "And no one thinks you're a joke. Least of all me." He says more sternly, but smiling down at John's much brighter, no longer hiding behind his hair face.
"You better not," John gruffs, ducking and grinning despite himself. "Or I might not suck you off." Yeah, there's a threat he can make, even if his face and neck does turn bright red.
Derek places both his hands clasped around the back of John's neck now and he's grinning at what John said. "Yeah? Hmm. And you're getting really good at sucking me off." He pulls John closer. "Such a mean threat. I guess this means I need to stop teasing you, hmm?" God. With this short hair, those eyes just seem to pop out and they are fucking gorgeous that Derek finds himself caught in John's gaze and quickly drowning in it.
And John's caught in the way Derek looks at him, like he's this amazing thing. "Yeah." All he has to do is lean forward to kiss Derek, feeling the familiar press of those lips, rougher than his own, against his mouth. His eyes fall closed and he opens his mouth, letting his tongue run along the seam of Derek's mouth.
The kiss lasts quite a long time and it's not as if Derek wants to rush it either. He still has his hands behind John's neck and he pulls him even closer, deepening the kiss even more. His lips move slowly, thinking of just how sensual John's soft lips are against his and he groans into the kiss, pressing harder, his tongue slipping, pushing inside, tasting John and it's too heady that he moans.
There's a hitch to John's breath as he pushes closer, feeling himself get hard, and Derek, too, against his hip. When the kiss break, he goes to shake his hair from his eyes, but there's no hair to shake and that makes him laugh a little as he flicks his gaze up to the other man.
"I like it," Derek whispers raggedly, still panting for breath while he ran his hand over John's head. "You need to shower." There just might be a glimmer of amusement in saying that. Derek had no plans leaving the small but efficient bathroom anytime soon.
"Shower with me," John urged, not moving away either, hands pressed to Derek's hips. "Okay?"
Score! But of course, Derek's face remain stoic. "Why? Need help scrubbing your back?" A smirk, a real tiny one, lifts the corner of his lips.
"Yeah." John smirks in reply. "And my front." He keeps his eyes locked on Derek's face as he bends down to push off his pyjama bottoms, stepping out of them to be left naked. He's hard, red and jutting from his body, but not embarrassed.
"God." Derek feigns a long suffering sigh, shaking his head but his eyes remain on John. "Anyone know that the leader of the Resistance is so high maintenance?" He's teasing, of course. See? Derek is even smiling. He yanks his tight shirt up and over his head, shaking it a bit to get some of the hair out and then he's leaning in and whispering low in John's ear. "Get the water nice and warm, hmm?" He grins and swats John's ass.
"Ouch," John laughs, but does as he's told, getting the water just shy of scalding, then steps in, holding the curtain for Derek to come in, before stepping under the stream, head back to wash away all the little hairs that were tickling him. His head still feels strange with no hair as he runs his hands over it.
Steam begins to billow out from over the shower curtain, Derek naked and watching the John's silhouette with a grin before he pushes it open all the way and steps in. "Move your ass, Connor before I fuck that ass." He tease, laughing just as he pushed a bit past John to get under the spray. It was great, this. No tension, teasing, nothing else on their minds, for the moment, at least. No running, no dodging, no hiding. Derek spits water out of his mouth as he pulls away from the spray and then he's hooking an arm around John, pulling him in front of his body, their wet skin touching.
Coming to rest against Derek with a wet slap, John grins as he throws an arm around Derek's hip, his other arm resting on his uncle's shoulder. "What if I want you to fuck my ass?" He asks, barely even stammering this time. "What if that's what I like? What should I do then?" His cock jerks against Derek's thigh and he gasps. "I want you to fuck my ass, Derek." God. He feels like he's horny all the time these days. God.
"I think I created a horny monster." He laughed, both arms wrapped around John and his eyes not leaving that face, those eyes. The grin brightens when he realizes there is no more hair there to brush away each time they showered together, or any other time for that matter. Derek's hand slid down the wet slick back until it comes to rest a bit on the swell of John's ass, squeezing before a finger makes its way between the crease, teasing against John's hole. "This what you want?"
John arches, mouth open, and he nods. "That's what I want." Eyes half-shut, he nearly smirks. "Should I order you? Did I ever do that? In the future?"
Now Derek really laughs. "Yes. Too much." He slides his hands up and down John's slick wet body, feeling each muscle, each line, loving how he feels the flex of it under his palm. "Why do you think I'm bossing you around now?" He smirks at John. "Payback's a bitch." He chuckles, rubbing his growing erection side to side over John's thigh.
"Shut up," John retorts, grinning. "I'm still your boss, or something. Your commanding officer, right? So..." His hands flap at his sides as he turns around before they slap against the wall as he's jutting his ass back. "Do it."
"Yes, Sir," he rasps right by John's ear and then he steps forward and grabbing for the shampoo to slick over his hand. He leans in just as he's got his fingers around his cock and he strokes. "This will sting-- Sir." He pushes the head of his cock against John's hole. "I suggest you hold tight to something." Derek thrusts in on slick, fluid motion.
"Ahhh! God." There isn't anything to hold on to. John's hands scrabble down the slick tile, his forehead falling forward to rest there, his toes curling against the tub floor as the pain and the pleasure meld. Truth? The Sir stuff was kinda hot. "Mmm. Derek. Yes."
He's panting already and they barely even started but fuck if John wasn't this fucking tight. Derek groans and it echoes right along with the sound of the shower, and John's sexy moans. "This - what - you, uh! Want - Sssir?" He starts slamming into John, grabbing his hips and pulling him down each time he thrusts up. "Tell me - what else - you - want..."
What else? This is kind of everything right now, fogging over John's brain so he can't think of anything else. Just how he's being shoved open in a way that is perfect and hot and good. "This," he hisses, reaching a hand back to dig his fingers into Derek's ass. "This."
"Yeah. Fuck yeah." Derek growls and then he's thrusting in hard and deep. It's a wonder they both stay upright with the hot water sluicing down on them making their bodies slippery, making their movements much more intense. Derek grips tight to John's hips, knowing he'll leave marks but that is the least of his concern. What is are those sounds coming from John, hot and sensual and he wants to hear more so he angles his thrusts, hitting John's prostate while the sound of wet skin slapping together echo along with their moans.
John's noises take a decidedly more primal turn as gusts of intense pleasure rake over him leaving him breathless and weak and clinging to the wall and to Derek. His cock jerks against the wall, over and over and he doesn't dare touch it or he'll come and this will stop. He doesn't want it to stop, not ever.
He won't last. It's impossible. John feels so good wrapped around him like this, hot and tight and each inward thrusts sends jolts of pleasure all over his body that he trembles with it. "God, I love you," slips out while he pants for breath right by John's ear, his lips pressed against the soft skin behind his ear.
At that, John cries out, head turned automatically toward the words. A hand fists around his cock and he strokes it, hard. "Derek!" He feels himself spill onto the slick tile, feels his body as if it's on fire. "I love you, too!" he nearly whimpers around the shocks of his orgasm.
Derek's biting down on the side of John's neck as he comes, sucking on the skin as he spills deep inside his lover, shuddering violently while his hips snap, snap against John's wt ass. "Fuck!" He releases him, finding a mark at the base of John's neck and licking it to soothe the bite, tongue lapping up and gathering water as he makes his way behind the ear. "Was that good, commanding officer, sir?" He teases, chuckling while kissing down his jaw, intent to find and kiss those lips.
"Oh my God," John whispers, head falling back onto Derek's shoulder. "I can't feel my fingers." He wiggles them for good measure. "You made me boneless." Turning, he runs his lips along Derek's jaw. "I love you. I love this. I love sex. Oh my god."
Derek laughs, sliding his hands up John's slick ones until he reaches his hands still laid flat on the shower wall. He weaves their fingers together, his palms on the back of John's hands. "I created a monster. A horn dog." He laughs more, peppering John's cheeks, his jaw, his lips with kisses. "God, you feel good. Look good, too." He jerks his head to indicate John's new cut, Derek smiling brightly, earnestly, which is still rare.
John smiles, taking in the grin that seems like the sun. "Guess you'll have to help me keep it trimmed now, huh?" Oh, what a trial. "Kiss me," he orders, smirking. "As your commanding officer, I order you to kiss me."
There's something to be said about being defiant but now is not the place nor time even though Derek thinks it. He's still inside John and he's turning flaccid quickly that he pulls out but remains pressed along his back. Derek then smiles, an amused one, and then he kisses John, only mumbling something about misuse of power before their lips touched.