blue jeans day
Um. It's been a while. >.>
But...I have smut! Real smut this time, so...yeah.
Completely un-betaed, so please do point out any errors you spot.
Emery woke up to the bangs and curses that invariably accompanied any of Jaime’s forays into the kitchen and found himself smiling.
Stretching, Emery got out of bed and followed the noises and the smell of burnt food into the kitchen where he found Jaime standing over the sink swearing at a panful of burnt eggs. Pausing in the doorway, Emery drank in the sight of his lover. As usual, Jaime was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips, so low, in fact, that Emery could see that Jaime was literally wearing nothing but those jeans. Jaime always wore absolutely nothing under his jeans, and that fact never failed to get Emery hot.
Emery walked quietly across the kitchen and rested his hands on Jaime’s hips, stroking his thumbs along Jaime’s hipbones. Jaime hadn’t bothered to zip himself up when he’d pulled his jeans on this morning, which made it easy for Emery to slip his fingers under the waistband of Jaime’s jeans and slide the jeans down enough so that Emery could press his cock against Jaime’s bare skin.
“Morning, love.” Emery kissed Jaime at the side of his neck where it joined his shoulder, and Jaime leaned his head back onto Emery’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry about the mess…I wanted to make you breakfast for a change.” Jaime turned his head back for a kiss that Emery was more than happy to give.
Emery hated being cliché, but sometimes the situation just called for it, so he gave in and wriggled his eyebrows. “I could have you for breakfast.”
Jaime burst out laughing, but allowed Emery to pull him back to their bedroom by his belt loops. “Didn’t even bother with pants this morning, did you?”
Emery pushed Jaime onto their bed and slid one hand into Jaime’s jeans. “Saved me having to take it back off again, didn’t it?” Emery tugged Jaime’s jeans a little lower, and eased Jaime’s cock out so that it lay against his stomach, framed neatly by the open sides of Jaime’s fly. “I really should take a photo of this. It looks so pr…”
Jaime reached up with one hand and pulled Emery down to kiss him and shut him up. Like hell he was going to let anybody take a picture of his cock, lover or not. With his other hand, he reached unerringly for Emery’s cock and started sliding his hand up and down it, pausing at the head to tug gently.
Disengaging himself from Jaime, Emery reached over to the dresser and grabbed the tube of lube. Popping the cover off, Emery liberally squirted lube into his hand and turned Jaime facedown on the edge of the bed so he could start slicking Jaime up. Throughout all this maneuvering, Jaime hadn’t once let go of Emery’s cock, which was now so hard that Emery had to grit his teeth to keep himself under control. Finally, Emery got Jaime loosened up enough that he had three fingers sliding easily in and out of Jaime’s entrance, and then Jaime was lining Emery’s cock up neatly and then with a single thrust, he slid all the way into Jaime. Jaime let out a gasp as Emery sank into him, and Emery lowered his head and closed his mouth over Jaime’s shoulder, licking and sucking and nibbling as he rocked his hips into Jaime and Jaime panted and moaned and made sexy little purring noises that had Emery reaching around Jaime to take hold of Jaime’s cock and tug once, twice, before Jaime was coming enthusiastically all over their sheets and squeezing down so hard on Emery that Emery came too, and they collapsed into a sweaty heap half on the bed and half off.
Eventually, Emery roused himself enough to roll Jaime fully onto the bed and get a wet cloth to clean Jaime up with. As Emery was tugging Jaime’s jeans all the way off, though, Jaime roused enough to smirk at Emery. “I thought you said you couldn’t stand my jeans?”
x-posted to holidaysmut.
But...I have smut! Real smut this time, so...yeah.
Completely un-betaed, so please do point out any errors you spot.
Emery woke up to the bangs and curses that invariably accompanied any of Jaime’s forays into the kitchen and found himself smiling.
Stretching, Emery got out of bed and followed the noises and the smell of burnt food into the kitchen where he found Jaime standing over the sink swearing at a panful of burnt eggs. Pausing in the doorway, Emery drank in the sight of his lover. As usual, Jaime was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips, so low, in fact, that Emery could see that Jaime was literally wearing nothing but those jeans. Jaime always wore absolutely nothing under his jeans, and that fact never failed to get Emery hot.
Emery walked quietly across the kitchen and rested his hands on Jaime’s hips, stroking his thumbs along Jaime’s hipbones. Jaime hadn’t bothered to zip himself up when he’d pulled his jeans on this morning, which made it easy for Emery to slip his fingers under the waistband of Jaime’s jeans and slide the jeans down enough so that Emery could press his cock against Jaime’s bare skin.
“Morning, love.” Emery kissed Jaime at the side of his neck where it joined his shoulder, and Jaime leaned his head back onto Emery’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry about the mess…I wanted to make you breakfast for a change.” Jaime turned his head back for a kiss that Emery was more than happy to give.
Emery hated being cliché, but sometimes the situation just called for it, so he gave in and wriggled his eyebrows. “I could have you for breakfast.”
Jaime burst out laughing, but allowed Emery to pull him back to their bedroom by his belt loops. “Didn’t even bother with pants this morning, did you?”
Emery pushed Jaime onto their bed and slid one hand into Jaime’s jeans. “Saved me having to take it back off again, didn’t it?” Emery tugged Jaime’s jeans a little lower, and eased Jaime’s cock out so that it lay against his stomach, framed neatly by the open sides of Jaime’s fly. “I really should take a photo of this. It looks so pr…”
Jaime reached up with one hand and pulled Emery down to kiss him and shut him up. Like hell he was going to let anybody take a picture of his cock, lover or not. With his other hand, he reached unerringly for Emery’s cock and started sliding his hand up and down it, pausing at the head to tug gently.
Disengaging himself from Jaime, Emery reached over to the dresser and grabbed the tube of lube. Popping the cover off, Emery liberally squirted lube into his hand and turned Jaime facedown on the edge of the bed so he could start slicking Jaime up. Throughout all this maneuvering, Jaime hadn’t once let go of Emery’s cock, which was now so hard that Emery had to grit his teeth to keep himself under control. Finally, Emery got Jaime loosened up enough that he had three fingers sliding easily in and out of Jaime’s entrance, and then Jaime was lining Emery’s cock up neatly and then with a single thrust, he slid all the way into Jaime. Jaime let out a gasp as Emery sank into him, and Emery lowered his head and closed his mouth over Jaime’s shoulder, licking and sucking and nibbling as he rocked his hips into Jaime and Jaime panted and moaned and made sexy little purring noises that had Emery reaching around Jaime to take hold of Jaime’s cock and tug once, twice, before Jaime was coming enthusiastically all over their sheets and squeezing down so hard on Emery that Emery came too, and they collapsed into a sweaty heap half on the bed and half off.
Eventually, Emery roused himself enough to roll Jaime fully onto the bed and get a wet cloth to clean Jaime up with. As Emery was tugging Jaime’s jeans all the way off, though, Jaime roused enough to smirk at Emery. “I thought you said you couldn’t stand my jeans?”
x-posted to holidaysmut.