Sushi and Porn
This story is dedicated to the girl who knows who she is.
Title: Sushi and Porn
Fandom: RPS Baseball
Characters: Rocco Baldelli/Jonny Gomes (Tampa Bay)
Word Count: 1648 (including header)
Rating: Adult Sex and derogatory language
Author's Notes: This is completely fake. I do not know any of the people mentioned true sexual preference. If there are any similarities to their real lives, it is merely a coincidence. I do not know any details of their real lives. This is a complete work of fiction. In my fanfic world there are no significant others, spouses or children, unless otherwise noted. I am making no money from this and am writing this for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.
Part 1
Spring training was half over and Rocco, for one, was happy about that; He just wanted the games to start counting. He grabbed his gear and got ready to head home for a quiet night of sushi and videos. Just as he was out the door to the locker-room, he heard Jonny’s voice call to him. He stopped and turned to face his teammate.
“Got plans for tonight, Roc?”
“Sushi and a movie.”
“Want company?”
“You? Aren’t you going to go clubbin’ again?”
“I need a night off. What do you say? You and me, some food, beer, movies?”
“Uh, sure. I don’t have any beer at my place; I gave it up for Lent. But if you want to bring some….”
“Great. I’ll be there at 7:00 okay?”
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Rocco stopped at the Japanese restaurant for some sushi take-out, then arrived at his place and quickly made it presentable for company, not that Jonny was company and more, but he felt the need to have his home look nice. He changed into an old red tee shirt from back home and work out shorts. He didn’t bother with shoes.
Jonny arrived on time. He was wearing a green tee shirt and beach shorts, sandals encased his feet. Rocco took the six-pack from him and put it in the fridge to keep it cool. Jonny had another bag with him. He handed it to Rocco as he sat himself down on the sofa.
“What’s this?” Rocco asked as he opened the bag. He pulled out a couple of packages of sushi and some porn DVD’s.
“Sushi and movies. You said we were having sushi and movies, so I brought some. Open it up, I’m starving.”
Rocco put one of the movies in the player and gave Jonny the remote as he headed to the kitchen to plate all the sushi and grab Jonny a beer and water for himself. He didn’t know what to think about the porn, but Jonny was his guest and if that’s what he wanted to watch, that was fine.
He handed Jonny his plate of sushi and bottle of beer. He sat down on the sofa and watched the scene that was being played out on the large television screen. Two women and one guy were going at it in ways that Rocco could only fantasize about being involved in. He looked at Jonny, who was shoveling in the sushi with his fingers, “Have you ever been in a threesome?”
“Yeah, tons,” he said offhandedly, “What about you?”
“N-no,’” Rocco stammered out. He ate another piece of sushi and debated whether to ask his next question, “Two girls?”
Jonny looked at him sharply, “Dude, I’m not a homo.”
“I didn’t mean…have you ever been curious?”
Jonny finished his beer, not answering, and stood up to get another one. Rocco’s comment threw him off. He wondered if he gave off gay vibes, and questioned if tonight was a good idea. Of course, sometimes, he was curious about the same sex, but never acted on it. I need to stop doing yoga in my underwear he thought. He grabbed the rest of the six-pack and brought them all back with him to the sofa. He was horny from the movie and wanted to go get some tail. Coming here was not a good idea he thought. He could see Rocco sitting alone on the couch; he looked small on the large sofa even though Jonny knew that Rocco was taller than he was.
Rocco was sitting all the way on the other side of the sofa with one of the pillows on his lap. Jonny pulled the pillow away, revealing Rocco’s erection.
“I see the movie’s working.” He dropped the pillow back down on Rocco’s lap, “Want me to get out of here so you can take care of that?”
“No. Stay,” he shifted his body, uncomfortably.
“Want me to take care of it?”
It was Rocco’s turn to look at Jonny sharply, “You’re ‘not a homo’.”
“So? Neither are you, but I’m horny as hell, and with enough liquor, a mouth is a mouth. What do you say? I don’t want to go to a club and pick up a random chick. Where’s your liquor cabinet?”
Rocco pointed to a small brown cabinet on the other side of the room, “I think a friend left some tequila in there.” Rocco didn’t know why he was even entertaining Jonny’s idea. He wasn’t gay and never thought of Jonny like that, but he does have a nice body he thought.
Jonny opened the door to the cabinet and pulled out a half-filled bottle of high-end tequila. “Good stuff,” he said aloud. He opened the bottle and took a long swig, if he was going to do this; he was going to be ready. Jonny could hear the moaning on the TV and felt his cock rise. He took another swig off the bottle. He turned around and put the bottle on the coffee table. He grabbed the pillow off Rocco’s lap, pulled off his tee shirt, and straddled Rocco on the sofa. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips to Rocco’s mouth. The sensation was different from kissing a girl, firmer, bigger lips, and he tasted like sushi.
Rocco closed his eyes and let Jonny kiss him. He liked the heft of Jonny’s weight on his lap, liked his naked, tattooed chest pressed to his. He stroked Jonny’s sides, feeling his ribs move in and out with each breath. He wrapped his hands around to grasp Jonny’s muscled back and pulled him closer.
Jonny felt Rocco’s hands roaming his body, he flicked his tongue over Rocco’s lips and he opened them, allowing Jonny to invade him. Their mingling groans mixed with the ones coming from the forgotten movie.
Jonny pulled on the hem of Rocco’s tee shirt, signaling that he wanted it off. He broke the kiss long enough to remove the soft fabric. Jonny rubbed a thumb over Rocco’s right nipple, feeling it tighten. He kissed his way down Rocco’s jaw to his neck. He slid off his lap and onto his knees in front of his teammate. Jonny looked up into Rocco’s blue eyes, he ran his hand down the sparse hair covering his torso. He pressed soft kisses around Rocco’s navel, dipping his tongue into the crater and swirling it around.
Rocco drew in a sharp breath and rubbed the stubble on Jonny’s head, “I liked your curls.”
Jonny looked up in surprise, “I’m about to suck you off and you’re thinking of my hairstyle? Dude, shut up the fuck up and let me do this.”
Jonny tugged at the waistband of Rocco’s shorts, pulling them down to reveal Rocco’s cock. He has seen it before, but not this up close. Rocco lifted his ass, making it easier for Jonny to pull them off, his underwear followed. He inhaled the masculine scent, and tentatively kissed the tip. It jerked and a drop of fluid seeped out. Jonny licked off the single drop, tasting another man for the first time. Rocco moaned and tipped his head back, “Suck it, Jonny, come on man.”
Jonny did as he was told, partly because Rocco placed his hand on the back of his head and pushed firmly, and partly because now Rocco was the most important thing in the world. Jonny opened his mouth and engulfed Rocco all the way down. He didn’t think that he would be able to, and the sensation surprised him. His nose hit the trimmed hair surrounding Rocco’s cock, it tickled, but wasn’t unpleasant.
Rocco’s cock hit the back of Jonny’s throat, no girl had ever taken him this deep, most just sucked the tip and used their hands, most just wanted to say they sucked off a baseball player, most weren’t Jonny. He stroked the short hairs on Jonny’s head, ran his hand down Jonny’s back, stroking the top of the large tattoo that graced it.
Jonny manipulated Rocco’s ball sac with his hand, feeling the orbs move about. He gave a squeeze, a moan left Rocco’s lips, Jonny hummed lightly, a groan escaped. Rocco knew he was going to shoot and warned Jonny that it was coming. His body tensed and he pushed his body forward, Jonny sucked harder as Rocco let loose in his mouth. Jonny swallowed all that he could, and took a breath. The last spurts fell on Jonny’s hand. Rocco sat back, panting.
“Jonny, I…oh, man.” He tried to regulate his breathing. He never experienced an orgasm like that before.
Jonny didn’t say anything, but got up and headed to the bathroom for some towels. He grabbed one and went back to Rocco to clean him up. Rocco just looked down into Jonny’s big brown eyes, seeing the large man cleaning him. “It’s your turn, Jonny,” he said quietly.
Jonny looked up into Rocco’s dilated eyes, “Only if you want to, dude. I’m not gonna make you.”
Rocco wordlessly stood up and pulled Jonny up next to him. He slipped his hand into Jonny’s shorts, surprised to find the older man not wearing underwear. He grasped Jonny’s cock and gave it a few quick strokes, causing Jonny to gasp. He really didn’t expect Rocco to do this.
“Let’s go into the bedroom.”
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