flight of the conchords: four times bret and jemaine snuggled; bret/jemaine; nc-17
Title: Four Times Bret and Jemaine Snuggled (And One Time They Did More)
Author: katrina87
Pairing/Character: Bret/Jemaine
Word Count: 2,404
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anthing, thanks.
Summary: Bret and Jemaine become increasingly close until one night they get even closer...
Author's Note: This is a sweet little "five things" fic that turned into pretty graphic porn. I think this is maybe the first NC-17 Bret/Jemaine fic, not sure. If that isn't your thing, don't read.
The first time was without Bret knowing, of course. That time they were touring. Jemaine found an old wig in their hotel room's chest of drawers. It was blonde and shiny, and he wondered who had left it there. He'd looked over at Bret, who was sleeping soundly, and wondered what it would look like on him. Then he got this picture in his mind of Bret with blonde shiny hair and a big pair of breasts on his chest.
He'd quietly and carefully snuck into Bret's bed and scooted close behind his sleeping form. Bret had stirred a little but didn't wake. Jemaine tried and failed many times to get the wig on straight, it had kept going lopsided. Finally it looked decent and Jemaine snaked an arm around Bret carefully. He'd closed his eyes and thought of a hot woman, but he kept seeing Bret.
He took the wig and got out of Bret's bed a while later so he wouldn't fall asleep there. Jemaine had tried to go to get to sleep himself but had to get up eventually and take a cold shower, though he wasn't sure why.
......
The second time was on their couch. It had been an accident. They'd been watching late night television and ended up falling asleep. Somewhere during the night Bret and Jemaine had slid down the couch until they were sort of half laying on top of each other, their heads in each other's crotches.
Once they awoke they both stood up quickly and went their separate ways in the flat without looking at each other, feeling too embarrassed.
.....
The third time was during a particularly rough cold snap. Landon had taken ages to fix their heater, and one night Jemaine suggested they sleep together.
“Sleep together? What do you mean?” Bret said, looking a little confused.
“Well I don't mean like that. Just strictly for heating purposes.” Jemaine, who lay on his bed, opened the covers. “C'mon, hop in, Bret.” He coached.
Bret shrugged and left his bed to get into Jemaine's. At first it was hard to get comfortable, with Bret trying to stay as far as possible from Jemaine. Finally he gave in and spooned him, as he was facing the wall.
He tried to ignore the sensation he got whenever Jemaine (unknowingly, of course) wiggled his butt into his crotch.
......
During their tour to a central park, the fourth time occurred. They were laying in the dark, in their respective beds. Every now and again they'd hear the rustle of the other's leather suit stroking the bed linens.
“Those girls are mean.” Bret said out loud.
“Yeah. But they were hot.” Jemaine answered from his bed.
“They were alright.”
“Are you kidding? They were smoking hot. I can't stop thinking about them.” Bret heard more rustling from Jemaine's side.
“I wish the blonde was in my bed.”
Bret shrugged, and then realized Jemaine couldn't see him. “Eh. I liked the brunette.”
“Which one?”
“I'm not sure.”
They laid there for a few more minutes until Jemaine spoke. “Hey, would you come over and pretend to be the blonde? You don't have to do anything, just lie here.”
Bret shrugged again and quickly jumped into the other bed, sliding under the covers almost too easily. Jemaine wrapped his arms around him from behind, nuzzling his face into Bret's hair.
In the bathroom, Murray tried to ignore the distinct sound of leather rubbing leather during the night.
......
By the fifth time, snuggling was a regular occurance between Bret and Jemaine. They never really spoke of it, but they could each sense when the other wanted to. Sometimes they did it in Bret's bed, other times in Jemaine's. Sometimes they'd snuggle on the couch while watching their favorite shows from home that Bret's mom would videotape and send over. It never felt odd or uncomfortable. They just felt at home doing it.
Tonight, they were in Bret's bed. Jemaine was already sleeping peacefully, but Bret was having a hard time at it. Jemaine was facing him, their hands linked together between them, and the light from the moon that came in through the window was shining right on Jemaine's face. In fact, it was shining right on his lips.
For some reason Bret couldn't stop staring at Jemaine's lips. They were very nice. Sometimes he envied those lips, since his own set were kind of small. But he was feeling more than envy tonight, he sort of felt like kissing them. He couldn't figure out why, except that lately he felt very close to Jemaine. Of course that made sense what with all the cuddling, but it was more than that.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of Sally to assure he wasn't turning gay, but it didn't really work. He saw Sally's face, but Jemaine's body. He shuddered, as this wasn't a pretty sight. Then he saw Jemaine's face with Sally's body, and that wasn't really better.
Then he just saw Jemaine, and began to relax. He opened his eyes again, and the need to kiss Jemaine was still strong. So like the time when he flashed that guy because David Bowie told him to, he did something daring. He pressed his lips to his friend's.
At first, there was nothing. Jemaine was asleep, so it wasn't like he could kiss back. But Bret was right about Jemaine's lips, they were very nice. Soft and tender. He licked the bottom one, and felt Jemaine stir. Bret froze, his lips centimeters away from Jemaine's, but relaxed when he started to snore quietly.
This time when he kissed Jemaine, he seemed to kiss back. He thought he must be dreaming of kissing a hot girl or something, so he didn't worry about being caught. With Jemaine kissing him back, Bret began to get more into the kiss, really enjoying it.
They kissed softly at first, Bret not wanting to really wake up Jemaine, and Jemaine (who was really awake now) not wanting to let Bret know he was awake. He'd wanted this for so long he didn't want it to stop. If Bret knew he was awake, he might quit if he felt weird about the whole thing. Jemaine wasn't about to let that happen.
Jemaine wasn't sure when he had fallen in love with Bret, but he knew he was. He'd realized it a while ago, when they'd started cuddling every night and Jemaine found himself more than looking forward to it. Lying with Bret, holding him close, he felt good. He felt happy. And he liked that.
As the kiss deepened, their bodies moved closer until they were pressed against each other. Bret caught Jemaine's top lip between his own, sucking lightly and inciting a moan from Jemaine. As he moaned, Jemaine grinded against Bret, who responded by hooking his leg around Jemaine. Bret thought Jemaine must have been having a very vivid dream about a very strange girl but he didn't really care. The thoughts in his mind were getting kind of jumbled and all he could think about was how Jemaine was making him feel.
He slid his tongue into Jemaine's mouth, who welcomed him in with his own. Jemaine ran his hand through Bret's curly hair, pulling a little but not enough to hurt. They pressed against each other tighter, rubbing closer where they felt each other's hardness.
Moaning into the other's mouth, they kissed wildly, tongues wrestling, bodies intertwining. Bret felt his toes curl and his whole body grow hotter and hotter. He moved his mouth from Jemaine's lips to the crook of his neck, where he felt the sudden urge to bite. Jemaine groaned loudly, enjoying the nibble. He ran a hand under the back of Bret's sweatshirt which was stuck to his back with sweat. Bret stopped his nibbling long enough to remove his shirt and toss it across the room. Jemaine touched his smooth chest and grazed his thumb over one of his nipples, his callused fingers making Bret gasp with pleasure.
He slid his hand down to stroke Bret's belly, making him thrust harder and gasp louder. When Jemaine slid his hand further, over the bulge underneath Bret's pants, Bret cursed loudly (this time he didn't say “flip”) and moved back to kiss Jemaine hard.
Jemaine stroked Bret outside his clothes, feeling a wet spot growing under his palm. At this point, he sort of stopped caring if Bret knew he was really awake, and moved down the bed until his face was level with Bret's waist. Bret moaned and threw back his head as Jemaine undid his pajama tie slowly, kissing the sensitive skin below his belly button, and nuzzling the soft hair there with his nose.
As he pulled down Bret's pants, Bret accommodated him by lifting his bottom and his legs. Once the pajamas were off, he slid his hands up and down Bret's inner thighs.
Jemaine dared a peek up at Bret, who was moaning loudly, his back arched. He looked amazing in the moonlight, and Jemaine took a mental picture of him before he licked at his pelvic bone, making Bret curse again, and thrust up his hips for more.
Jemaine took the chance and wishing to God that this wouldn't be the end, slowly slid his hand up Bret's naked length. He knew it was all going to be okay when he felt the long hardness twitch, and Bret cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Jemaine spit on his hand and stroked it back up and down Bret's cock, which made Bret really lose control.
“Fuck it all, Jemaine. Suck me.” Bret groaned out, not giving a shit about their ruse anymore.
Jemaine's brow furrowed, and he stopped moving his hand. “You know I'm awake?”
Bret bit his bottom lip, moving his hips to make Jemaine continue his stroking. “Yes, for a while now. Now, please, Jemaine. Just... just... I need more.”
Jemaine realized he was sort of torturing Bret and apologized before sucking him into his mouth. Bret thrust up, hitting Jemaine's nose a little. As Jemaine slid his mouth up and down Bret, Bret pushed his hands into his hair to guide him. He shut his eyes tight and melted as his best friend's hot mouth engulfed him, swallowing him whole. He ground his hips, enjoying the soft, wet feeling of Jemaine's tongue sliding up and down the bottom of his cock, always hitting that right spot that made him want to cry. He had a flashing thought that Jemaine had done this before and he wanted to know who with, before another strong wave of pleasure hit him and cleared his mind of any thoughts. Before he lost it completely, he gently pulled at Jemaine's hair to lead him back up.
Jemaine reluctantly let Bret's cock slid from his mouth, but was rewarded with the sight of Bret, fully awake and aware, naked and desperate for him. He felt his own length harden even more, and he quickly removed his own shirt and pants, before becoming eye level with Bret.
They stared at each other for a minute, just admiring what they knew was now theirs. Finally their mouths met in a sloppy kiss and Bret found Jemaine with his hand, making Jemaine cry out into his mouth. Bret gripped both of them, Jemaine using the sense to spit into his hand and slid it between them real quick. Jemaine closed his eyes and ground himself down against Bret's hardness.
Bret bit back a groan, as he stroked his and Jemaine's cocks together. Jemaine wanted to kiss Bret again, but he could barely gather enough brain power to do it, so he just buried his head between Bret's neck and his pillow, breathing in his musky scent.
As they moved faster and faster, heavy, raspy breathing becoming the only sound that could be heard in their room, Bret wanted to really make Jemaine feel good. He hoped he wouldn't be freaked out but he was going to do it anyway.
With his free hand, Bret sucked a finger into his mouth to moisten it. He slathered it with his spit, and reached behind Jemaine. He wiggled his other fingers between Jemaine's buttocks, feeling them clench a little.
“Please.” Bret said, his voice soft and coaxing.
That was enough for Jemaine. Bret found his opening and taking a deep breath (which Jemaine took along with him), slowly slid his fingertip in. Jemaine growled loudly into his ear, and interpreting that as good, Bret slid his finger in deeper. This propelled Jemaine to grind down harder onto Bret, their cocks dripping with precome and slip sliding against each other.
Bret bit his lip and finally thrust his whole finger into Jemaine, who let out one final gasp before spilling all over Bret's hand between them. Feeling Jemaine's hotness cover his hand, his cock and his belly, he came as well, holding onto Jemaine for dear life as he rode out the best climax he'd ever had.
They lay there for a while. Just letting their breathing go back to normal, the sweat on their bodies dry. Finally Jemaine moved off Bret, flopping onto the other side of the bed. He looked over at his friend, his hair all in disaray and cum all over his stomach. He was a sight. Jemaine thought he probably was too.
Bret suddenly looked nervous, which made Jemaine feel twice as awkward.
“So, um. Are we gay now?” Bret asked seriously.
Jemaine shrugged. “I don't know.” He lay there quiet for a second, thinking. “I'm not sure if we're gay Bret, but I really liked that.” He looked over at Bret whose face was lit with a big smile.
“Yeah, me too.”
Jemaine sighed, thinking some more. “Maybe we're just gay for each other.”
Bret nodded. “Maybe.”
“Anyway, until we figure it out, don't tell Dave.”
“No way. What about Murray?”
“Sure. I think he'd be excited for us.” Bret gave Jemaine a weird look. “Not in that way, Bret.”
Then they both said in unison: “And don't tell Mel!” And laughed.
“So why don't we go, um, get cleaned up. Then we can meet back her for some, uh, snuggling?” Bret suggested, one of his puppy dog faces plastered on. Jemaine nodded, and as Bret got up and walked to the bathroom, Jemaine chased after him.
Author: katrina87
Pairing/Character: Bret/Jemaine
Word Count: 2,404
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anthing, thanks.
Summary: Bret and Jemaine become increasingly close until one night they get even closer...
Author's Note: This is a sweet little "five things" fic that turned into pretty graphic porn. I think this is maybe the first NC-17 Bret/Jemaine fic, not sure. If that isn't your thing, don't read.
The first time was without Bret knowing, of course. That time they were touring. Jemaine found an old wig in their hotel room's chest of drawers. It was blonde and shiny, and he wondered who had left it there. He'd looked over at Bret, who was sleeping soundly, and wondered what it would look like on him. Then he got this picture in his mind of Bret with blonde shiny hair and a big pair of breasts on his chest.
He'd quietly and carefully snuck into Bret's bed and scooted close behind his sleeping form. Bret had stirred a little but didn't wake. Jemaine tried and failed many times to get the wig on straight, it had kept going lopsided. Finally it looked decent and Jemaine snaked an arm around Bret carefully. He'd closed his eyes and thought of a hot woman, but he kept seeing Bret.
He took the wig and got out of Bret's bed a while later so he wouldn't fall asleep there. Jemaine had tried to go to get to sleep himself but had to get up eventually and take a cold shower, though he wasn't sure why.
......
The second time was on their couch. It had been an accident. They'd been watching late night television and ended up falling asleep. Somewhere during the night Bret and Jemaine had slid down the couch until they were sort of half laying on top of each other, their heads in each other's crotches.
Once they awoke they both stood up quickly and went their separate ways in the flat without looking at each other, feeling too embarrassed.
.....
The third time was during a particularly rough cold snap. Landon had taken ages to fix their heater, and one night Jemaine suggested they sleep together.
“Sleep together? What do you mean?” Bret said, looking a little confused.
“Well I don't mean like that. Just strictly for heating purposes.” Jemaine, who lay on his bed, opened the covers. “C'mon, hop in, Bret.” He coached.
Bret shrugged and left his bed to get into Jemaine's. At first it was hard to get comfortable, with Bret trying to stay as far as possible from Jemaine. Finally he gave in and spooned him, as he was facing the wall.
He tried to ignore the sensation he got whenever Jemaine (unknowingly, of course) wiggled his butt into his crotch.
......
During their tour to a central park, the fourth time occurred. They were laying in the dark, in their respective beds. Every now and again they'd hear the rustle of the other's leather suit stroking the bed linens.
“Those girls are mean.” Bret said out loud.
“Yeah. But they were hot.” Jemaine answered from his bed.
“They were alright.”
“Are you kidding? They were smoking hot. I can't stop thinking about them.” Bret heard more rustling from Jemaine's side.
“I wish the blonde was in my bed.”
Bret shrugged, and then realized Jemaine couldn't see him. “Eh. I liked the brunette.”
“Which one?”
“I'm not sure.”
They laid there for a few more minutes until Jemaine spoke. “Hey, would you come over and pretend to be the blonde? You don't have to do anything, just lie here.”
Bret shrugged again and quickly jumped into the other bed, sliding under the covers almost too easily. Jemaine wrapped his arms around him from behind, nuzzling his face into Bret's hair.
In the bathroom, Murray tried to ignore the distinct sound of leather rubbing leather during the night.
......
By the fifth time, snuggling was a regular occurance between Bret and Jemaine. They never really spoke of it, but they could each sense when the other wanted to. Sometimes they did it in Bret's bed, other times in Jemaine's. Sometimes they'd snuggle on the couch while watching their favorite shows from home that Bret's mom would videotape and send over. It never felt odd or uncomfortable. They just felt at home doing it.
Tonight, they were in Bret's bed. Jemaine was already sleeping peacefully, but Bret was having a hard time at it. Jemaine was facing him, their hands linked together between them, and the light from the moon that came in through the window was shining right on Jemaine's face. In fact, it was shining right on his lips.
For some reason Bret couldn't stop staring at Jemaine's lips. They were very nice. Sometimes he envied those lips, since his own set were kind of small. But he was feeling more than envy tonight, he sort of felt like kissing them. He couldn't figure out why, except that lately he felt very close to Jemaine. Of course that made sense what with all the cuddling, but it was more than that.
He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of Sally to assure he wasn't turning gay, but it didn't really work. He saw Sally's face, but Jemaine's body. He shuddered, as this wasn't a pretty sight. Then he saw Jemaine's face with Sally's body, and that wasn't really better.
Then he just saw Jemaine, and began to relax. He opened his eyes again, and the need to kiss Jemaine was still strong. So like the time when he flashed that guy because David Bowie told him to, he did something daring. He pressed his lips to his friend's.
At first, there was nothing. Jemaine was asleep, so it wasn't like he could kiss back. But Bret was right about Jemaine's lips, they were very nice. Soft and tender. He licked the bottom one, and felt Jemaine stir. Bret froze, his lips centimeters away from Jemaine's, but relaxed when he started to snore quietly.
This time when he kissed Jemaine, he seemed to kiss back. He thought he must be dreaming of kissing a hot girl or something, so he didn't worry about being caught. With Jemaine kissing him back, Bret began to get more into the kiss, really enjoying it.
They kissed softly at first, Bret not wanting to really wake up Jemaine, and Jemaine (who was really awake now) not wanting to let Bret know he was awake. He'd wanted this for so long he didn't want it to stop. If Bret knew he was awake, he might quit if he felt weird about the whole thing. Jemaine wasn't about to let that happen.
Jemaine wasn't sure when he had fallen in love with Bret, but he knew he was. He'd realized it a while ago, when they'd started cuddling every night and Jemaine found himself more than looking forward to it. Lying with Bret, holding him close, he felt good. He felt happy. And he liked that.
As the kiss deepened, their bodies moved closer until they were pressed against each other. Bret caught Jemaine's top lip between his own, sucking lightly and inciting a moan from Jemaine. As he moaned, Jemaine grinded against Bret, who responded by hooking his leg around Jemaine. Bret thought Jemaine must have been having a very vivid dream about a very strange girl but he didn't really care. The thoughts in his mind were getting kind of jumbled and all he could think about was how Jemaine was making him feel.
He slid his tongue into Jemaine's mouth, who welcomed him in with his own. Jemaine ran his hand through Bret's curly hair, pulling a little but not enough to hurt. They pressed against each other tighter, rubbing closer where they felt each other's hardness.
Moaning into the other's mouth, they kissed wildly, tongues wrestling, bodies intertwining. Bret felt his toes curl and his whole body grow hotter and hotter. He moved his mouth from Jemaine's lips to the crook of his neck, where he felt the sudden urge to bite. Jemaine groaned loudly, enjoying the nibble. He ran a hand under the back of Bret's sweatshirt which was stuck to his back with sweat. Bret stopped his nibbling long enough to remove his shirt and toss it across the room. Jemaine touched his smooth chest and grazed his thumb over one of his nipples, his callused fingers making Bret gasp with pleasure.
He slid his hand down to stroke Bret's belly, making him thrust harder and gasp louder. When Jemaine slid his hand further, over the bulge underneath Bret's pants, Bret cursed loudly (this time he didn't say “flip”) and moved back to kiss Jemaine hard.
Jemaine stroked Bret outside his clothes, feeling a wet spot growing under his palm. At this point, he sort of stopped caring if Bret knew he was really awake, and moved down the bed until his face was level with Bret's waist. Bret moaned and threw back his head as Jemaine undid his pajama tie slowly, kissing the sensitive skin below his belly button, and nuzzling the soft hair there with his nose.
As he pulled down Bret's pants, Bret accommodated him by lifting his bottom and his legs. Once the pajamas were off, he slid his hands up and down Bret's inner thighs.
Jemaine dared a peek up at Bret, who was moaning loudly, his back arched. He looked amazing in the moonlight, and Jemaine took a mental picture of him before he licked at his pelvic bone, making Bret curse again, and thrust up his hips for more.
Jemaine took the chance and wishing to God that this wouldn't be the end, slowly slid his hand up Bret's naked length. He knew it was all going to be okay when he felt the long hardness twitch, and Bret cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Jemaine spit on his hand and stroked it back up and down Bret's cock, which made Bret really lose control.
“Fuck it all, Jemaine. Suck me.” Bret groaned out, not giving a shit about their ruse anymore.
Jemaine's brow furrowed, and he stopped moving his hand. “You know I'm awake?”
Bret bit his bottom lip, moving his hips to make Jemaine continue his stroking. “Yes, for a while now. Now, please, Jemaine. Just... just... I need more.”
Jemaine realized he was sort of torturing Bret and apologized before sucking him into his mouth. Bret thrust up, hitting Jemaine's nose a little. As Jemaine slid his mouth up and down Bret, Bret pushed his hands into his hair to guide him. He shut his eyes tight and melted as his best friend's hot mouth engulfed him, swallowing him whole. He ground his hips, enjoying the soft, wet feeling of Jemaine's tongue sliding up and down the bottom of his cock, always hitting that right spot that made him want to cry. He had a flashing thought that Jemaine had done this before and he wanted to know who with, before another strong wave of pleasure hit him and cleared his mind of any thoughts. Before he lost it completely, he gently pulled at Jemaine's hair to lead him back up.
Jemaine reluctantly let Bret's cock slid from his mouth, but was rewarded with the sight of Bret, fully awake and aware, naked and desperate for him. He felt his own length harden even more, and he quickly removed his own shirt and pants, before becoming eye level with Bret.
They stared at each other for a minute, just admiring what they knew was now theirs. Finally their mouths met in a sloppy kiss and Bret found Jemaine with his hand, making Jemaine cry out into his mouth. Bret gripped both of them, Jemaine using the sense to spit into his hand and slid it between them real quick. Jemaine closed his eyes and ground himself down against Bret's hardness.
Bret bit back a groan, as he stroked his and Jemaine's cocks together. Jemaine wanted to kiss Bret again, but he could barely gather enough brain power to do it, so he just buried his head between Bret's neck and his pillow, breathing in his musky scent.
As they moved faster and faster, heavy, raspy breathing becoming the only sound that could be heard in their room, Bret wanted to really make Jemaine feel good. He hoped he wouldn't be freaked out but he was going to do it anyway.
With his free hand, Bret sucked a finger into his mouth to moisten it. He slathered it with his spit, and reached behind Jemaine. He wiggled his other fingers between Jemaine's buttocks, feeling them clench a little.
“Please.” Bret said, his voice soft and coaxing.
That was enough for Jemaine. Bret found his opening and taking a deep breath (which Jemaine took along with him), slowly slid his fingertip in. Jemaine growled loudly into his ear, and interpreting that as good, Bret slid his finger in deeper. This propelled Jemaine to grind down harder onto Bret, their cocks dripping with precome and slip sliding against each other.
Bret bit his lip and finally thrust his whole finger into Jemaine, who let out one final gasp before spilling all over Bret's hand between them. Feeling Jemaine's hotness cover his hand, his cock and his belly, he came as well, holding onto Jemaine for dear life as he rode out the best climax he'd ever had.
They lay there for a while. Just letting their breathing go back to normal, the sweat on their bodies dry. Finally Jemaine moved off Bret, flopping onto the other side of the bed. He looked over at his friend, his hair all in disaray and cum all over his stomach. He was a sight. Jemaine thought he probably was too.
Bret suddenly looked nervous, which made Jemaine feel twice as awkward.
“So, um. Are we gay now?” Bret asked seriously.
Jemaine shrugged. “I don't know.” He lay there quiet for a second, thinking. “I'm not sure if we're gay Bret, but I really liked that.” He looked over at Bret whose face was lit with a big smile.
“Yeah, me too.”
Jemaine sighed, thinking some more. “Maybe we're just gay for each other.”
Bret nodded. “Maybe.”
“Anyway, until we figure it out, don't tell Dave.”
“No way. What about Murray?”
“Sure. I think he'd be excited for us.” Bret gave Jemaine a weird look. “Not in that way, Bret.”
Then they both said in unison: “And don't tell Mel!” And laughed.
“So why don't we go, um, get cleaned up. Then we can meet back her for some, uh, snuggling?” Bret suggested, one of his puppy dog faces plastered on. Jemaine nodded, and as Bret got up and walked to the bathroom, Jemaine chased after him.