Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back, Chapter 1. Killjoy-verse. NC-17
Title: Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back, Chapter 1
Author: zero_capital_z, I might be remembered as evil_lil_hobbit?
Pairing: Jet-Star/Kobra Kid and a little Party Poison/Fun Ghoul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Killjoys are hiding out in an abandoned Dead Pegasus service station overnight, and the Kobra Kid offers himself to Jet-Star in the dark.
Warnings: None really. Sex.
Disclaimer: Nothing earned, maybe some readers gained?
Everything had been still for the longest time, it was dark, and the only thing moving was the wind causing flurries of dust to drift across the virtually empty road and around the lone building in the landscape. If anyone was to drive past the long since abandoned Dead Pegasus service station, they most likely wouldn't have a clue about the five people hiding within, taking shelter and the opportunity to sleep on something other than dirt. If someone was to look closer, they might notice the battered Trans AM with the spider painted on the bonnet, shadowed by the dust, that was parked out back, but that was the only hint.
Still, it wasn't until a man with vibrantly red hair emerged from within that there was any real sign of life. He paced backwards and forwards along the front of the building for a moment before moving to settle by the door, the bright yellow raygun firmly in hand. Party Poison was on first watch tonight, he pulled his jacket around himself to shield of the cold of the desert night and then settled, everything becoming still again as his comrades were asleep inside. Or so he thought...
Kobra Kid woke to the sound of the man next to him shifting. He opened his eyes but was keen to stay very still, not ready to be known yet. Jet-Star was awake, that was obvious. He was sitting up, back to the wall where his mattress lay just out of arms reach. Kobra knew why he was awake, he was waiting for Poison to come and get him for his turn at the watch. Fun Ghoul was in the back room, which was smaller and easier to defend, keeping Grace company as she slept. Kobra, Jet and Poison were the ones rotating through the night watch today and Jet was next.
Kobra's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he watched Jet. He just watched the slow rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and he was otherwise perfectly still. Maybe he was lost in thought, Kobra didn't know, that wasn't what his mind was on. He tried to ignore it, tried to fight it, even tried to think of something, anything else, but it didn't work. It never worked. Kobra drew a shuddering breath, just loud enough to draw Jet's attention. He turned to him, his dark curls shadowing his face from Kobra's view.
Kobra swallowed, there wasn't much time, but he couldn't find his voice. Instead he pulled his ratty blanket off his body and rolled onto his stomach, shifting his hips and spreading his legs ever so slightly, his hands gripping his pillow. He hoped it was a clear enough invitation. It seemed it was, because Jet made a low noise and Kobra felt a weight over his hips as Jet moved to straddle him.
Jet-Star hoped he was reading the younger man right, that this was an invitation. He'd been waiting for so long for Kobra to do this, considering this was always on his terms. He leant forward so that his mouth was near the younger man's ear, seeing him push his face into the pillow as Jet asked,
"Yeah?"
Kobra nodded slowly, hoping Jet would see it, hoping Jet wouldn't make him say it out loud. Because he couldn't say it out loud. He wouldn't. But Jet must have seen it, because next thing he knew, he felt hands slowly sliding up his back, bunching up his t-shirt. Kobra shuddered at the feeling of the callused hands on his smooth skin, and he fought the urge to arch into the touch. Jet made a low noise above him, moving to try and tug Kobra's pants down. He did nothing to help, merely squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in the pillow, but this was something Jet-Star was used to. He knew Kobra wouldn't help him, but he wouldn't fight it either. He just sort of lay there and took it.
Finally, without so much as unbuttoning the other man's fly, Jet had managed to pull Kobra's jeans down just enough to bare everything he needed access to. He leant back, looking down at the younger man's bare behind, Kobra shivering slightly at the chill of the night air on the naked skin of his back and butt. Jet took two fingers into his mouth, removing them just as quickly to angle them down between Kobra's cheeks. Kobra tensed without meaning to. He hated that feeling, the wet finger probing against him, but he knew Jet needed to do it.
"Relax," Jet mumbled, his voice huskier than usual, thick with an emotion that stirred Kobra. He shifted a little, anxiously, before arching and gritting his teeth as the first finger entered him. Jet practically growled at the tightness of the body beneath him, working quickly, stroking inside him with one finger then two. Kobra wriggled, he felt so awkward, so filled with self-loathing, so filled with this conflict... "Are you ready?"
Kobra didn't respond, but Jet took that as a yes. Kobra would have voiced it if he wasn't. Kobra sucked in a breath as the fingers came free of him, feeling Jet-Star shift above him and then hearing that slightly ominous sound of the other man's fly coming open, the grating of the zip. He knew all to well what came next, and sure enough there was the sound of Jet spitting into his palm. More shifting above him and then he felt the head of Jet's erection against him, hot, hard and persistent. He tried to brace himself, unaware of how Jet watched him, watched the way his body tensed and then slowly relaxed. Then he started to push himself inside.
Kobra bit the pillow hard to stifle the noise that tried to escape him as he was slowly breeched. That hurt, it always hurt. Jet was... More than impressively sized. The stretch always hurt. He hoped he'd get used to it but he never did. Jet had to bite back his own noise as the younger man clenched down around him, stilling above him. He leant forward without thinking, letting his lips brush the back of Kobra's neck only to have his shoulders instantly shrug up in rejection. Pulling back with a disappointed frown, he made no comment. He should have been used to that by now. The way Kobra would block any kind of affection between them, even while they were together like this.
He inched his way forward until he was completely buried inside Kobra, and he found himself tempted to tell the younger man just how perfect he felt around him, whisper heated, pleasured words into his ear. Instead, he leant back, one hand finding Kobra's hip, the other bracing his weight as he started to move himself. He moved slowly at first, trying to keep his breathing steady, trying to keep his movements steady. He was waiting for Kobra to relax, waiting for him to accept his cock properly even though everything in him wanted to just fuck him right through the mattress. He wasn't sure Kobra knew just how much he enjoyed this, this feeling. He was so tight. And hot. Jet wished this happened more freely, that Kobra didn't resent these feelings so much, reject them.
"Uuhhnn." Jet made a low noise despite himself, picking up the pace without really thinking. Kobra grit his teeth against his own noise, feeling Jet starting to move harder, sliding more smoothly inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the stirring in his stomach, the way his body was starting to react. He bit at his lip a little, shuddering when Jet made another wanting noise.
"G-gotta be quiet." Kobra warned, his voice hoarse to his own ears. He felt Jet lean forward, their heads nudging together, his breath stirring Kobra's hair.
"Sorry," Jet apologised quietly, barely loud enough for Kobra to hear. Kobra shook his head. He didn't want to hear it; all that mattered to him was that they weren't heard. He knew already that his brother, Party Poison, and Fun Ghoul were sleeping together. They made no effort to hide their feelings, but Kobra wanted to hide his at all costs. He didn't even know what his feelings were. Just that they were more than he could handle right now. This had to be sex and nothing more.
Kobra Kid didn't tell Jet that, but Jet knew he wasn't allowed to say anything to the others, he wasn't even allowed to mention it to Kobra. Just like he wasn't allowed to do anything unless Kobra initiated it, well, unless he wanted to be shoved away and ignored for a while. He knew Kobra was conflicted, sexually and emotionally, but he was willing to wait. And for now, he was contented to take what was being offered, Kobra's body, the touch of his pale skin, the feeling of his tight heat around his own eager cock.
Doing his best to keep quiet, but unable to contain his rough breathing, Jet moved smoothly. He knew what to do; he'd been here so many times before. It was always the same. Sighing in pleasure, he could feel the little twitches and movements that meant Kobra was enjoying it even if he'd never say as much. He could feel the way he would push up, almost an unconscious movement, when he wanted it harder and the way his fingers would clench when it was too much. He wondered if Kobra knew just how well Jet knew him.
Kobra made a weak noise, twisting a little when Jet rolled his hips and started to work his prostate. Jet was fucking him hard enough that his cock was rubbing against the bed. He was making little whimpered noises into the pillow, trying to hide them. He was feeling all hot, his stomach tightening. He gripped harder at the pillow, having to turn his face to the side, gasping slightly for breath. He didn't usually like that another guy could make him feel like this, that someone he once considered one of his best friends made him feel like this... But tonight, it felt so... right.
Jet could feel the change in Kobra's body, the way he was trembling and going tense. They had been together enough for the older man to know it meant Kobra was close. But he never let Jet help him; he would either do it himself or wait, but not tonight. Jet freed one of his hands, reaching it under Kobra's slightly uplifted hips. Kobra jerked, a strangled noise escaping him when he felt fingers against his needing flesh. At first he went with the touch, even pushing into it, it felt so unexpected and good, but then he realised what was happening. He reached down, fumbling to grab Jet's wrist, trying to pull his hand away.
He couldn't explain it, but he couldn't let Jet touch him. Having him inside him was bad enough, but touching... kissing, acting like they were lovers... that was... no, that wasn't what Kobra wanted. It was hard enough to deal with the fact he needed to feel Jet inside him. That he'd bottom for someone...
Jet felt Kobra tugging at his wrist, and knew why, but it wasn't going to be like that this time. Jet growled, pulling his hand away in favour of grabbing Kobra's wrist. He grabbed the other and the younger man made a whimpered noise in surprise. Jet moved to pin Kobra's arms above his head, feeling him struggle.
"N-no," Kobra mumbled, but he was in no position to fight the older man's hold. Jet shifted, never slowing his thrusts, moving so he could hold both Kobra's thin wrists in one big hand. He lent down, pressing Kobra's arms down, panting against the back of Kobra's neck, making him shiver at the cool puffs against his sweat damp skin. Smirking a little, he moved his free hand to slip it back under Kobra's thin hips and curl knowing fingers around his cock. Kobra wordlessly protested, but could do little more than squirm against his fellow Killjoy. Jet was grunting above him, working him in time with his thrusts, his hand firm and... It felt so good. It put Kobra right on edge. It made him feel so... vulnerable, completely at this other man's mercy. At Jet-Star's mercy.
"R-ray!" Kobra gasped out before he could help himself, Jet faltering a little to hear his real name. His lips curled into a smile, he tilted forward, and let his head rest between Kobra's shoulder blades.
"Mikey... Mikey!" he panted back, feeling the shudder run through Kobra's body at the way he said his name. Kobra's hands flexed and clenched in Jet's strong grip, but he wasn't fighting the hold any more. He was so close, and Jet was still fucking him, but the added touch of Jet's callused hand was almost too much. It wasn't something Kobra had felt before, but it was good.
"Gooood... Ugh," Kobra mumbled into the pillow before he could think to not say it. Jet grinned a little; it was rare for Kobra to express his pleasure in more than a slight grunt, gasp, or sigh. They had to be quiet, he knew it, but it was still nice to know he could make Kobra feel good, like Kobra made him feel. He growled a little in the back of his throat as Kobra tightened right down around him.
"Mikey. Feel so good. You're so good."
Kobra's cheeks flushed red at that, Jet had never said that before. He knew Jet had to like it, otherwise he wouldn't do it. More than that, Jet had been the one who started all this... so, he had to want it. But he'd never told Kobra that he felt good. It made him feel like more than just someone to fuck because there was no one else.
"Ray..." he panted, biting at his lip. He was feeling close, but it felt like Jet-Star was the same. He was moving fast, his movements more uncoordinated than earlier, but feeling just as good for Kobra. He was sure Jet didn't know, but he knew a lot about how he moved too, what it meant. Jet was getting close, but he wasn't slowing, or pulling out. A little frown crossed his face, but he didn't protest.
Usually Jet would pull out, cum into a spare bit of fabric or something, but not tonight. Tonight, he wasn't going to pull away until he was done, but it didn't seem that Kobra minded. He was still squirming with pleasure beneath him, seeking his own climax from the way he was practically rocking into Jet's fist. Jet had never seen him be this active, this was practically wanton by Kobra's standards, and it was more than he could take.
He felt the pressure in his lower stomach reach its peak. He leant up, pressing his face against the nape of Kobra's neck to smother his moan of pleasure even as he came deep inside the younger man's surprisingly eager body. Kobra gasped, his back arching in surprise at the feeling of being filled. He'd never felt it before, it was weird, being filled with wet heat... But the noise Jet made against his skin, the way he was still rocking though his orgasm, still stroking Kobra's own needy length... It was enough to bring him off.
"Jet!" Kobra panted out as he came over his own already filthy mattress and Jet's fingers. Slumping, he felt Jet draw his hand free and heard him wipe his fingers on the mattress beside him, and then Jet just collapsed back against him, completely sated. Kobra grunted a little at the sudden weight on his back, but didn't move.
Jet was breathing heavily, resting against Kobra's back. He was waiting for Kobra to push up against him, try to get him off. He knew Kobra didn't want to be held afterwards, but he always found himself trying to take as much contact as he could get before he was pushed away again. However, this time Kobra wasn't pushing him away, he was just lying still beneath him, trying to catch his breath, warm and relaxed. It was... Well, nice.
Jet-Star smiled slightly at the change in behaviour, trying to use it to his advantage. He shifted, brushing a gentle hand down Kobra's side, feeling his breath hitch but finding no further resistance. He was just lifting himself, meaning to settle at Kobra's side, while he was willing, when there came a sharp knock at the door followed by Party Poison's voice, "Hey, Jet? You up?"
"Yeah. Gimme a minute," Jet called back, his voice filled with regret. He could feel how tense Kobra had gone under him, knew whatever moment they had just had was ruined. He pushed himself up off of Kobra, taking a moment to pull a blanket over his still part naked body before getting to his feet. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, straightening his clothes and picking up his gun, slinging it over his shoulder before he faltered. He looked down at Kobra, who hadn't moved or said a word, and sighed softly.
Jet bent forward and whispered something into Kobra's ear before turning and leaving the room without another word, not even saying anything to Poison as he passed him in the doorway. Party watched him disappear outside, before looking in at his brother where he lay, still on his belly. He understood what had happened, Kobra Kid thought Poison didn't know what him and Jet-Star got up to, but he did. He gave a sad little smile, and closed the door, leaving Kobra alone in the dark. Poison went to the backroom, meaning to check on Fun Ghoul and Grace.
As Poison pushed open the door, the dark haired man in the bed stirred and twisted to look up at him. Poison saw a little frown cross his sleepy face, even in the dark, as he wondered, "Poison?"
"Mmhm," he agreed softly, slowly approaching the mattress. He knelt beside Fun Ghoul, leaning in and brushing his messy hair back so he could press a kiss to his forehead. Then he looked over at the little girl sleeping peacefully just within Fun Ghoul's reach. Without taking his eyes off her, he wondered, "How's she sleeping?"
"Fine..." Ghoul assured him, but his eyes were fixed on the red headed man. He was still frowning slightly. "Weren't you supposed to come off watch earlier? Did something happen?"
Poison looked down at him, smiling slightly, though it wasn't exactly a happy expression. "Jet-Star and Kobra Kid happened."
Fun Ghoul's eyes widened slightly in realisation, but Poison said nothing more, moving in favour of lying down behind the younger man, pressing close against his back and hugging him tight. Fun Ghoul sucked in a slight breath of surprise at the gesture before smiling and pushing back against their leader, his lover. Poison nudged away his hair to kiss at the back of his neck before they settled in the dark, Ghoul settling back into sleep long before Poison did.
Kobra lay in bed for the longest time, dwelling over what Jet had said to him. His voice low and gentle, resonating through Kobra's brain. Those simple words.
"It's okay to want that."
He squirmed. He didn't want to want it. It was more than that though, he needed it. For that little while, Jet helped him escape what was really around him. Jet made him feel. He buried his face into the pillows, groaning into it, before quickly pushing himself up. The blanket fell away and he got to his feet to pull up his pants. He bounced slightly until they were properly back on, his cheeks flooding with heat when he felt the slight wetness from Jet cumming inside him. He ignored it in favour of pulling down his t-shirt, hoping it was long enough. He grabbed his weapon last and finally quietly emerged from the room. He assumed Party Poison had gone into the back room with Gracie and Fun Ghoul, it made sense, they usually slept together at night. But that wasn't who he was after. He made his way towards the front door, peering almost cautiously out into the dark.
Jet-Star was settled by the door, sitting unconcernedly in the dust as he kept his watch, his arms resting on his lifted knees. Kobra hesitated briefly in the doorway before wordlessly approaching the other man. He'd never been so aware of the sound of his boots in the dust. Jet didn't look up at him as he stood right by him, or as he moved to sit beside him, just staring out into the dark. Kobra shifted to get comfortable, feeling a slight ache before he pulled his legs up to his chest where he sat, looking over at Jet until the older man finally looked over at him in return. Kobra tempted a smile and leant over so their shoulders nudged and then more so that he felt the brush of his dark curls against his face, sighing contentedly. It was such a simple gesture but that was more that Jet had gotten from him in the longest time. Jet smiled back instantly, and they sat in a more comfortable silence, Kobra continuing to rest against Jet long into the night.
Author: zero_capital_z, I might be remembered as evil_lil_hobbit?
Pairing: Jet-Star/Kobra Kid and a little Party Poison/Fun Ghoul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Killjoys are hiding out in an abandoned Dead Pegasus service station overnight, and the Kobra Kid offers himself to Jet-Star in the dark.
Warnings: None really. Sex.
Disclaimer: Nothing earned, maybe some readers gained?
Everything had been still for the longest time, it was dark, and the only thing moving was the wind causing flurries of dust to drift across the virtually empty road and around the lone building in the landscape. If anyone was to drive past the long since abandoned Dead Pegasus service station, they most likely wouldn't have a clue about the five people hiding within, taking shelter and the opportunity to sleep on something other than dirt. If someone was to look closer, they might notice the battered Trans AM with the spider painted on the bonnet, shadowed by the dust, that was parked out back, but that was the only hint.
Still, it wasn't until a man with vibrantly red hair emerged from within that there was any real sign of life. He paced backwards and forwards along the front of the building for a moment before moving to settle by the door, the bright yellow raygun firmly in hand. Party Poison was on first watch tonight, he pulled his jacket around himself to shield of the cold of the desert night and then settled, everything becoming still again as his comrades were asleep inside. Or so he thought...
Kobra Kid woke to the sound of the man next to him shifting. He opened his eyes but was keen to stay very still, not ready to be known yet. Jet-Star was awake, that was obvious. He was sitting up, back to the wall where his mattress lay just out of arms reach. Kobra knew why he was awake, he was waiting for Poison to come and get him for his turn at the watch. Fun Ghoul was in the back room, which was smaller and easier to defend, keeping Grace company as she slept. Kobra, Jet and Poison were the ones rotating through the night watch today and Jet was next.
Kobra's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and he watched Jet. He just watched the slow rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and he was otherwise perfectly still. Maybe he was lost in thought, Kobra didn't know, that wasn't what his mind was on. He tried to ignore it, tried to fight it, even tried to think of something, anything else, but it didn't work. It never worked. Kobra drew a shuddering breath, just loud enough to draw Jet's attention. He turned to him, his dark curls shadowing his face from Kobra's view.
Kobra swallowed, there wasn't much time, but he couldn't find his voice. Instead he pulled his ratty blanket off his body and rolled onto his stomach, shifting his hips and spreading his legs ever so slightly, his hands gripping his pillow. He hoped it was a clear enough invitation. It seemed it was, because Jet made a low noise and Kobra felt a weight over his hips as Jet moved to straddle him.
Jet-Star hoped he was reading the younger man right, that this was an invitation. He'd been waiting for so long for Kobra to do this, considering this was always on his terms. He leant forward so that his mouth was near the younger man's ear, seeing him push his face into the pillow as Jet asked,
"Yeah?"
Kobra nodded slowly, hoping Jet would see it, hoping Jet wouldn't make him say it out loud. Because he couldn't say it out loud. He wouldn't. But Jet must have seen it, because next thing he knew, he felt hands slowly sliding up his back, bunching up his t-shirt. Kobra shuddered at the feeling of the callused hands on his smooth skin, and he fought the urge to arch into the touch. Jet made a low noise above him, moving to try and tug Kobra's pants down. He did nothing to help, merely squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in the pillow, but this was something Jet-Star was used to. He knew Kobra wouldn't help him, but he wouldn't fight it either. He just sort of lay there and took it.
Finally, without so much as unbuttoning the other man's fly, Jet had managed to pull Kobra's jeans down just enough to bare everything he needed access to. He leant back, looking down at the younger man's bare behind, Kobra shivering slightly at the chill of the night air on the naked skin of his back and butt. Jet took two fingers into his mouth, removing them just as quickly to angle them down between Kobra's cheeks. Kobra tensed without meaning to. He hated that feeling, the wet finger probing against him, but he knew Jet needed to do it.
"Relax," Jet mumbled, his voice huskier than usual, thick with an emotion that stirred Kobra. He shifted a little, anxiously, before arching and gritting his teeth as the first finger entered him. Jet practically growled at the tightness of the body beneath him, working quickly, stroking inside him with one finger then two. Kobra wriggled, he felt so awkward, so filled with self-loathing, so filled with this conflict... "Are you ready?"
Kobra didn't respond, but Jet took that as a yes. Kobra would have voiced it if he wasn't. Kobra sucked in a breath as the fingers came free of him, feeling Jet-Star shift above him and then hearing that slightly ominous sound of the other man's fly coming open, the grating of the zip. He knew all to well what came next, and sure enough there was the sound of Jet spitting into his palm. More shifting above him and then he felt the head of Jet's erection against him, hot, hard and persistent. He tried to brace himself, unaware of how Jet watched him, watched the way his body tensed and then slowly relaxed. Then he started to push himself inside.
Kobra bit the pillow hard to stifle the noise that tried to escape him as he was slowly breeched. That hurt, it always hurt. Jet was... More than impressively sized. The stretch always hurt. He hoped he'd get used to it but he never did. Jet had to bite back his own noise as the younger man clenched down around him, stilling above him. He leant forward without thinking, letting his lips brush the back of Kobra's neck only to have his shoulders instantly shrug up in rejection. Pulling back with a disappointed frown, he made no comment. He should have been used to that by now. The way Kobra would block any kind of affection between them, even while they were together like this.
He inched his way forward until he was completely buried inside Kobra, and he found himself tempted to tell the younger man just how perfect he felt around him, whisper heated, pleasured words into his ear. Instead, he leant back, one hand finding Kobra's hip, the other bracing his weight as he started to move himself. He moved slowly at first, trying to keep his breathing steady, trying to keep his movements steady. He was waiting for Kobra to relax, waiting for him to accept his cock properly even though everything in him wanted to just fuck him right through the mattress. He wasn't sure Kobra knew just how much he enjoyed this, this feeling. He was so tight. And hot. Jet wished this happened more freely, that Kobra didn't resent these feelings so much, reject them.
"Uuhhnn." Jet made a low noise despite himself, picking up the pace without really thinking. Kobra grit his teeth against his own noise, feeling Jet starting to move harder, sliding more smoothly inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the stirring in his stomach, the way his body was starting to react. He bit at his lip a little, shuddering when Jet made another wanting noise.
"G-gotta be quiet." Kobra warned, his voice hoarse to his own ears. He felt Jet lean forward, their heads nudging together, his breath stirring Kobra's hair.
"Sorry," Jet apologised quietly, barely loud enough for Kobra to hear. Kobra shook his head. He didn't want to hear it; all that mattered to him was that they weren't heard. He knew already that his brother, Party Poison, and Fun Ghoul were sleeping together. They made no effort to hide their feelings, but Kobra wanted to hide his at all costs. He didn't even know what his feelings were. Just that they were more than he could handle right now. This had to be sex and nothing more.
Kobra Kid didn't tell Jet that, but Jet knew he wasn't allowed to say anything to the others, he wasn't even allowed to mention it to Kobra. Just like he wasn't allowed to do anything unless Kobra initiated it, well, unless he wanted to be shoved away and ignored for a while. He knew Kobra was conflicted, sexually and emotionally, but he was willing to wait. And for now, he was contented to take what was being offered, Kobra's body, the touch of his pale skin, the feeling of his tight heat around his own eager cock.
Doing his best to keep quiet, but unable to contain his rough breathing, Jet moved smoothly. He knew what to do; he'd been here so many times before. It was always the same. Sighing in pleasure, he could feel the little twitches and movements that meant Kobra was enjoying it even if he'd never say as much. He could feel the way he would push up, almost an unconscious movement, when he wanted it harder and the way his fingers would clench when it was too much. He wondered if Kobra knew just how well Jet knew him.
Kobra made a weak noise, twisting a little when Jet rolled his hips and started to work his prostate. Jet was fucking him hard enough that his cock was rubbing against the bed. He was making little whimpered noises into the pillow, trying to hide them. He was feeling all hot, his stomach tightening. He gripped harder at the pillow, having to turn his face to the side, gasping slightly for breath. He didn't usually like that another guy could make him feel like this, that someone he once considered one of his best friends made him feel like this... But tonight, it felt so... right.
Jet could feel the change in Kobra's body, the way he was trembling and going tense. They had been together enough for the older man to know it meant Kobra was close. But he never let Jet help him; he would either do it himself or wait, but not tonight. Jet freed one of his hands, reaching it under Kobra's slightly uplifted hips. Kobra jerked, a strangled noise escaping him when he felt fingers against his needing flesh. At first he went with the touch, even pushing into it, it felt so unexpected and good, but then he realised what was happening. He reached down, fumbling to grab Jet's wrist, trying to pull his hand away.
He couldn't explain it, but he couldn't let Jet touch him. Having him inside him was bad enough, but touching... kissing, acting like they were lovers... that was... no, that wasn't what Kobra wanted. It was hard enough to deal with the fact he needed to feel Jet inside him. That he'd bottom for someone...
Jet felt Kobra tugging at his wrist, and knew why, but it wasn't going to be like that this time. Jet growled, pulling his hand away in favour of grabbing Kobra's wrist. He grabbed the other and the younger man made a whimpered noise in surprise. Jet moved to pin Kobra's arms above his head, feeling him struggle.
"N-no," Kobra mumbled, but he was in no position to fight the older man's hold. Jet shifted, never slowing his thrusts, moving so he could hold both Kobra's thin wrists in one big hand. He lent down, pressing Kobra's arms down, panting against the back of Kobra's neck, making him shiver at the cool puffs against his sweat damp skin. Smirking a little, he moved his free hand to slip it back under Kobra's thin hips and curl knowing fingers around his cock. Kobra wordlessly protested, but could do little more than squirm against his fellow Killjoy. Jet was grunting above him, working him in time with his thrusts, his hand firm and... It felt so good. It put Kobra right on edge. It made him feel so... vulnerable, completely at this other man's mercy. At Jet-Star's mercy.
"R-ray!" Kobra gasped out before he could help himself, Jet faltering a little to hear his real name. His lips curled into a smile, he tilted forward, and let his head rest between Kobra's shoulder blades.
"Mikey... Mikey!" he panted back, feeling the shudder run through Kobra's body at the way he said his name. Kobra's hands flexed and clenched in Jet's strong grip, but he wasn't fighting the hold any more. He was so close, and Jet was still fucking him, but the added touch of Jet's callused hand was almost too much. It wasn't something Kobra had felt before, but it was good.
"Gooood... Ugh," Kobra mumbled into the pillow before he could think to not say it. Jet grinned a little; it was rare for Kobra to express his pleasure in more than a slight grunt, gasp, or sigh. They had to be quiet, he knew it, but it was still nice to know he could make Kobra feel good, like Kobra made him feel. He growled a little in the back of his throat as Kobra tightened right down around him.
"Mikey. Feel so good. You're so good."
Kobra's cheeks flushed red at that, Jet had never said that before. He knew Jet had to like it, otherwise he wouldn't do it. More than that, Jet had been the one who started all this... so, he had to want it. But he'd never told Kobra that he felt good. It made him feel like more than just someone to fuck because there was no one else.
"Ray..." he panted, biting at his lip. He was feeling close, but it felt like Jet-Star was the same. He was moving fast, his movements more uncoordinated than earlier, but feeling just as good for Kobra. He was sure Jet didn't know, but he knew a lot about how he moved too, what it meant. Jet was getting close, but he wasn't slowing, or pulling out. A little frown crossed his face, but he didn't protest.
Usually Jet would pull out, cum into a spare bit of fabric or something, but not tonight. Tonight, he wasn't going to pull away until he was done, but it didn't seem that Kobra minded. He was still squirming with pleasure beneath him, seeking his own climax from the way he was practically rocking into Jet's fist. Jet had never seen him be this active, this was practically wanton by Kobra's standards, and it was more than he could take.
He felt the pressure in his lower stomach reach its peak. He leant up, pressing his face against the nape of Kobra's neck to smother his moan of pleasure even as he came deep inside the younger man's surprisingly eager body. Kobra gasped, his back arching in surprise at the feeling of being filled. He'd never felt it before, it was weird, being filled with wet heat... But the noise Jet made against his skin, the way he was still rocking though his orgasm, still stroking Kobra's own needy length... It was enough to bring him off.
"Jet!" Kobra panted out as he came over his own already filthy mattress and Jet's fingers. Slumping, he felt Jet draw his hand free and heard him wipe his fingers on the mattress beside him, and then Jet just collapsed back against him, completely sated. Kobra grunted a little at the sudden weight on his back, but didn't move.
Jet was breathing heavily, resting against Kobra's back. He was waiting for Kobra to push up against him, try to get him off. He knew Kobra didn't want to be held afterwards, but he always found himself trying to take as much contact as he could get before he was pushed away again. However, this time Kobra wasn't pushing him away, he was just lying still beneath him, trying to catch his breath, warm and relaxed. It was... Well, nice.
Jet-Star smiled slightly at the change in behaviour, trying to use it to his advantage. He shifted, brushing a gentle hand down Kobra's side, feeling his breath hitch but finding no further resistance. He was just lifting himself, meaning to settle at Kobra's side, while he was willing, when there came a sharp knock at the door followed by Party Poison's voice, "Hey, Jet? You up?"
"Yeah. Gimme a minute," Jet called back, his voice filled with regret. He could feel how tense Kobra had gone under him, knew whatever moment they had just had was ruined. He pushed himself up off of Kobra, taking a moment to pull a blanket over his still part naked body before getting to his feet. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, straightening his clothes and picking up his gun, slinging it over his shoulder before he faltered. He looked down at Kobra, who hadn't moved or said a word, and sighed softly.
Jet bent forward and whispered something into Kobra's ear before turning and leaving the room without another word, not even saying anything to Poison as he passed him in the doorway. Party watched him disappear outside, before looking in at his brother where he lay, still on his belly. He understood what had happened, Kobra Kid thought Poison didn't know what him and Jet-Star got up to, but he did. He gave a sad little smile, and closed the door, leaving Kobra alone in the dark. Poison went to the backroom, meaning to check on Fun Ghoul and Grace.
As Poison pushed open the door, the dark haired man in the bed stirred and twisted to look up at him. Poison saw a little frown cross his sleepy face, even in the dark, as he wondered, "Poison?"
"Mmhm," he agreed softly, slowly approaching the mattress. He knelt beside Fun Ghoul, leaning in and brushing his messy hair back so he could press a kiss to his forehead. Then he looked over at the little girl sleeping peacefully just within Fun Ghoul's reach. Without taking his eyes off her, he wondered, "How's she sleeping?"
"Fine..." Ghoul assured him, but his eyes were fixed on the red headed man. He was still frowning slightly. "Weren't you supposed to come off watch earlier? Did something happen?"
Poison looked down at him, smiling slightly, though it wasn't exactly a happy expression. "Jet-Star and Kobra Kid happened."
Fun Ghoul's eyes widened slightly in realisation, but Poison said nothing more, moving in favour of lying down behind the younger man, pressing close against his back and hugging him tight. Fun Ghoul sucked in a slight breath of surprise at the gesture before smiling and pushing back against their leader, his lover. Poison nudged away his hair to kiss at the back of his neck before they settled in the dark, Ghoul settling back into sleep long before Poison did.
Kobra lay in bed for the longest time, dwelling over what Jet had said to him. His voice low and gentle, resonating through Kobra's brain. Those simple words.
"It's okay to want that."
He squirmed. He didn't want to want it. It was more than that though, he needed it. For that little while, Jet helped him escape what was really around him. Jet made him feel. He buried his face into the pillows, groaning into it, before quickly pushing himself up. The blanket fell away and he got to his feet to pull up his pants. He bounced slightly until they were properly back on, his cheeks flooding with heat when he felt the slight wetness from Jet cumming inside him. He ignored it in favour of pulling down his t-shirt, hoping it was long enough. He grabbed his weapon last and finally quietly emerged from the room. He assumed Party Poison had gone into the back room with Gracie and Fun Ghoul, it made sense, they usually slept together at night. But that wasn't who he was after. He made his way towards the front door, peering almost cautiously out into the dark.
Jet-Star was settled by the door, sitting unconcernedly in the dust as he kept his watch, his arms resting on his lifted knees. Kobra hesitated briefly in the doorway before wordlessly approaching the other man. He'd never been so aware of the sound of his boots in the dust. Jet didn't look up at him as he stood right by him, or as he moved to sit beside him, just staring out into the dark. Kobra shifted to get comfortable, feeling a slight ache before he pulled his legs up to his chest where he sat, looking over at Jet until the older man finally looked over at him in return. Kobra tempted a smile and leant over so their shoulders nudged and then more so that he felt the brush of his dark curls against his face, sighing contentedly. It was such a simple gesture but that was more that Jet had gotten from him in the longest time. Jet smiled back instantly, and they sat in a more comfortable silence, Kobra continuing to rest against Jet long into the night.