Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back, Chapter 7. Killjoy-verse. NC-17
Title: Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back, Chapter 7 (Final Chapter)
Author: zero_capital_z, I might be remembered as evil_lil_hobbit?
Pairing: Jet-Star/Kobra Kid and Party Poison/Fun Ghoul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Killjoys settle back at the diner, Jet's well healed, and Kobra Kid finally seems to realise what he wants.
Warnings: Sex. Lots of sex. Smushy end.
Disclaimer: Nothing earned, maybe some readers gained?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
"Guys, guys. You have to come look at this!" Ghoul insisted excitedly, motioning them all outside. They all followed him out, Poison seeming curious while Kobra looked a bit dubious. Jet smiled at the untrusting expression on the younger man's face, giving him a gentle nudge. Kobra glanced at him and gave a slight smile back. Ghoul was practically bouncing as he led them out to the garage, waiting by the door for them to all line up. He opened the door and revealed the Trans AM with an excited gesture. "Tada!"
When the other's response to his revelation was underwhelming, he huffed a little sigh. "She's all fixed up! New brakes, fixed some of the dents and the glass. I even tweaked the motor some. She's totally shiny."
At that, everyone brightened considerably. Jet moved to clap Ghoul on the shoulder, beaming at him, while Kobra was likewise grinning behind him. Poison had the biggest grin of all; he stepped forward, curling a tight arm around Ghoul's waist. He kissed him swiftly on the mouth, Ghoul practically basking in the attention.
"That's my Frankie. Master of the car. He's been working so hard while you were..." Poison faltered, looking over at Jet, but Jet's smile didn't falter in the slightest.
"I think it looks great. You did good, Frank."
Ghoul's smile turned sheepish for the briefest moment before becoming more genuine again. He leant against Poison, looking over at the Trans AM. He nodded a little to himself, before grinning around at the others again. "We should test it out! Take her for a spin."
Poison brightened at the idea, and Kobra knew he enjoyed the idea of tearing down the highway to the sweet smell of burning nitro. Kobra, however, was more of a mind to stay at the dinner... He felt his brother's eyes fix on him and gave a non-committal shrug.
"You should at least take Gracie. She'll love it. Been cooped up here too long."
Poison nodded, releasing Ghoul and turning to slip inside to find the young girl. Ghoul stayed by the door, frowning slightly at the blonde topped man. He looked from Kobra to Jet, who's attention was, not surprisingly, on Kobra in turn. Ghoul's mouth twitched into a smile of realisation, but he tried to keep his voice level as he wondered.
"So does that mean you two are staying?"
Kobra's eyebrows twitched up slightly, momentarily confused by the use of the word "two". He glanced to the side and caught Jet watching him, his face softening in realisation. He gave another slight shrug, glancing away from them both for a second before fixing his eyes determinedly on Ghoul.
"I guess... I know I'm staying."
"I'm staying too..." Jet added, actually encouraged by Kobra's glance at him, by his now set expression, and he smiled slightly at Ghoul. "It's not that I don't trust what you've done to the car, I just think I should rest some more..."
At this Ghoul couldn't help giving a little snort, he tried to cover it in a slight cough before feigning seriousness as best he could. "Rest. Right. Okay."
Jet grinned easily, pushing Ghoul slightly and the youngest member of their group grinned back, pleased he hadn't offended anyone. Kobra's teeth had clenched slightly and his eyes briefly darkened before he finally tempted a smile. It was no more than a twitch at the corners of his mouth, but it was something, and Jet had seen it.
Poison reappeared, followed closely by Grace, who looked excited. She bounced up to Fun Ghoul, wondering, "Can I put my head out the top?"
Ghoul laughed, ruffling her curly hair slightly. "Of course!"
Poison shook his head, before nodding towards the car. "Shall we go?"
"Yup!" Ghoul and Gracie agreed in almost disturbing synchronization. Poison grinned, it was like having two children sometimes, but as he made to follow them both into the car, he faltered. He turned to see Jet and Kobra loitering by the door of the garage, but making no attempt to follow them. He didn't bother to say anything, merely smiling at the pair of them before climbing into the driver's seat.
Jet stepped back to get out of Poison's way as he eased the car out of the garage. He returned the gesture when Gracie waved through the window at him and watched the car drive out and streak away up the road, leaving behind it a large plume of red dust. He turned, mouth open, to say something to Kobra only to realise the younger man had disappeared. Frowning slightly, he looked around himself only to realise he'd probably retreated inside. Jet-Star wet his lips, wondering if that meant what he hoped it did. Wondering if Kobra staying meant what he hoped it did... There was only one way to find out.
When Jet entered the diner, it was to find Kobra leaning on one of the tables by the window. It was clear that he was trying to look nonchalant but he jumped when the door thumped closed behind Jet. Kobra bit his lip a little, looking shy. He knew what he wanted to ask for, but no idea how to ask for it. Normally, it was night. It was dark and he'd just roll onto his belly and Jet got it. But today, it was the middle of the day, and Jet was still standing by the door, looking at him.
"Jet..." Kobra finally managed and it seemed to stir the other man into action. He came forward, not rushing, just closing the space between them until he was standing right in front of Kobra, the younger man still leaning against the table. Jet stepped forward, placing his hands on the edge of the table on either side of Kobra's thin hips. Kobra drew a slightly sharper breath than the one previous, slowly meeting Jet's warm eyes. Jet smiled a little, tilting his head a little.
"Yeah?"
Kobra's mouth quirked, but it seemed he still couldn't find the words. Jet decided he didn't need Kobra to say anything, instead leaning in and kissing him gently. Kobra gasped a little, but pushed up into the kiss. Jet hummed a little, pressing his body closer, his hands still holding the table, fencing Kobra in. Their kiss deepened and Kobra didn't seem to mind at all, Jet liked that, that Kobra was responding rather than pushing him away. He reached up, cupping Kobra's face and pushing him back slightly. Kobra gasped as he tipped back over the table and it gave Jet an idea.
Jet pushed Kobra back onto the table so quickly the younger man couldn't fight him, he just went. He curled his arms tight around Jet's broad shoulders, trying not to lose the contact of Jet's lips against his own. Kobra instinctively lifted one of his legs, curling it around Jet's hip to hold him close as he started to get excited by this. Jet was getting into this, Kobra's body pressed close, Kobra's lips wet and willing against his own... He had to stop himself. He pulled away, much to Kobra's obvious surprise as the younger man gasped beneath him, frowning up at him and looking most disappointed. Jet shook his head slightly, more to himself than to Kobra. He was getting carried away here and that's not what he wanted. No, if Kobra wasn't going to fight him, he was going to take what he wanted and do it right this time.
"Jet... Ray? What?"
"No. No, if you want it, we're going to do it properly," Jet muttered, and he sounded fucking determined, so much so that it sort of shocked Kobra into compliance. He just nodded.
"Alright. What's properly?"
"Naked. And you on your back... I wanna... I wanna see you as I do it."
Kobra's face heated a little despite himself, and his mouth quirked slightly in distaste, but Jet wasn't going to take no for an answer. If Kobra wanted sex, for once it was going to happen the way Jet wanted it to. Jet reached out, taking gentle hold of Kobra's hand and tugging him forward, easing him off the table. Kobra moved willingly regardless of his reservations, letting Jet lead him back towards the rooms they slept in. Jet smiled at the burgeoning look of curiosity on Kobra's face, the way he blithely followed him, and Kobra smiled slightly back, wondering quietly,
"Where're we going?"
"Bed," Jet murmured easily, tugging him along and into the bedroom. He released Kobra's hand in favour of moving to close the door, still partially leaning against it when he turned back to face the younger man. It seemed hesitance had again taken over Kobra, and he was standing in an awkward stance in the middle of the room. Jet couldn't help smiling to see the usually so outwardly confident younger man standing as he was.
Jet moved away from the door, approaching Kobra and reaching out to rub his hand along Kobra's waist, pulling him close again. Kobra was chewing at the inside of his lip again, so Jet dragged him close and kissed him thoroughly. Kobra reached up, pushing his hands against Jet's chest, but it wasn't to make him relent. Much to Jet's surprise, Kobra slipped his hands up and slid the older man's jacket from his shoulders. Grinning, Jet obligingly shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor.
"Now it's your turn..." he murmured, moving to reach for the zipper of Kobra's coat. He eased it down slowly, then ran his hands back up Kobra's torso, like the younger man had done to him. He rubbed over Kobra's shoulders and down his arms so that his red jacket also now lay puddled at their feet. Kobra was biting his lip, no one had ever... undressed him before. Not like this, the slow, careful attentions, the feel of Jet's hands on him. Jet smiled at the look on Kobra's face, the attentive way he was watching Jet's hands which were now creeping up under his t-shirt to touch skin.
Jet tugged purposefully at the edge of Kobra's shirt, and when he found no complaints, he slowly pulled it up. Kobra was still biting his lip but Jet smiled back at him, wide and warm. He didn't want to scare the younger man off, but the clothing was hindering.
"Lift your arms," he coaxed softly, and the younger man did. He stretched slowly up, allowing Jet to lift the t-shirt up and off, discarding it to the floor without a second thought. Kobra fought the urge to cross his arms over his newly exposed chest as Jet stared at him hungrily. As ridiculous as it seemed, considering everything they'd done and the way the close quarters they lived in, Jet had never seen Kobra properly topless before and he was keen to take full advantage of it now.
Jet leant in slowly, one hand finding Kobra's hip as he let his mouth trail over Kobra's bare, hairless chest, rather enjoying the whimper that accompanied his attentions. Jet kissed and licked his way across warm skin, trailing his way along Kobra's collarbone and making his way down. Kobra sucked in a sharp breath as Jet likewise sucked at one of his nipples, and moved to push the older man back. He was embarrassed by how excited Jet's mouth on his chest was making him. Jet leant back willingly though he arched his eyebrows questioningly at the blonde-tops man. Kobra cleared his throat.
"You have to get undressed too."
Jet grinned broadly at that and easily yanked off his own t-shirt, throwing that aside too and leaving his strong chest bared to the younger man's gaze. Kobra's eyes instantly fixed on the smattering of hair and Jet followed the direction of his gaze. He reached out and took up one of Kobra's hands and pressed it to his chest, feeling his long fingers flex even as Kobra looked away. Jet chuckled.
"C'mere," he growled low, pulling Kobra close again, pleased that the hand remained on his chest as their lips met in a kiss. As they kissed heatedly, Kobra actually brought his other hand up, stroking slightly at Jet's chest. He'd invited it by bringing his hand up, and Kobra liked the feel of that strong chest under his fingers. Jet made a low contented noise into their kiss, and moved to start steering Kobra back to the bed.
Kobra gasped into the kiss when he felt his legs bump back against the bed. Jet just grinned reassuringly, curling his arms tight around Kobra's thin body and easing him back down onto the bed. He settled himself on top of Kobra, and smiled at the way Kobra was still lightly stroking through the hair on his chest.
"I thought we should actually make it to the bed..." Jet murmured and Kobra nodded, tilting his chin up to seek another kiss. Jet gave it easily, loving the taste of Kobra's mouth. Kobra shifted under him, and Jet purposefully pushed down against him, able to feel the way Kobra was straining his jeans, rubbing his own obvious erection against him. Kobra made a low noise, flushing, but Jet wasn't content with the jeans that were denying him the touch of skin.
Pecking Kobra's mouth, Jet climbed up, stroking his fingers slowly down Kobra's stomach until he reached the fly of Kobra's jeans. Jet started opening Kobra's jeans, not bothering to ask as he eased them down. He tugged them down to sit around Kobra's ankles, faltering as his boots then got in the way. He hastily untied them, yanking them from Kobra's feet and quickly doing the same with his skinny jeans. Kobra's eyes flicked none too subtly to the top of Jet's jeans, and he obligingly pushed them down, hopping slightly inelegantly to get his shoes off before kicking them away, leaving them both in nothing but their underwear.
Jet looked at Kobra, so close to seeing him the way he'd always wanted, and he was a little breathless. Kobra bit his lip slightly, but gave a little nod of consent. So, Jet leant back in, pressing a kiss to Kobra's stomach and easing his underwear off. He had little patience, hurrying to get them off, and throwing them aside. Kobra made quiet noise in embarrassment, but didn't curl up, remaining flat on his back, exposed to Jet. Jet wet his lips, taking in the sight.
"You're beautiful," he murmured lovingly, and Kobra shrugged his shoulders slightly, wanting to ignore the comment.
"You too?"
Smiling at the quiet request, Jet hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, smoothly dragging them down and stepping out of them, before straightening up and standing unashamedly. Kobra swallowed hard, looking up at him.
"Ray..."
Jet moved forward, easing apart Kobra's thin thighs and laying himself down between them. Kobra bit his lip, shifting and squeezing his legs together against Jet's hips. Jet was solid, and warm, and comfortably heavy between his legs. And Kobra found he was actually enjoying the feeling of Jet's wider hips between his own thin thighs, curling his legs around him and pulling him down. He felt Jet's sizable cock rub against his own, causing his mouth to fall open a little and that anxious look of pleasure to cross his face.
Jet saw it and ground his hips down properly, rubbing deliberately against Kobra, the younger man arching against him with a quiet noise. Jet grinned a little, grinding harder and making his own noises of pleasure.
"Uh. Mikey..."
"Ray," came the whispered reply, Kobra's head arching back, hips rocking against Jet's body. Jet leant down, kissing his way up Kobra's neck and meeting his lips. Kobra responded, bringing a hand up and cupping Jet's face as they kissed hungrily, Jet still thrusting and grinding against Kobra's lean body. Finally Kobra pulled from the kiss, looking at the older man pointedly. Jet knew what Kobra was wanting, and realised he didn't need to hear it, he was more than willing to oblige.
He slowed his grinding, and lifted himself up, moving to suck two fingers into his mouth. Kobra bit his lip hard, chewing at it as he watched Jet wet his fingers. He knew what was coming, and he hated it, but he was ready. Still, he found himself watching the way Jet was sucking slowly at his fingers, easing them in and out of his mouth. He glanced away as Jet drew the fingers out of his mouth and squirmed slightly against the bed. Jet smiled, reaching down between Kobra's legs which were still spread from him lying between them.
Jet moved to rub his finger over Kobra's opening and Kobra tensed a little before he could stop himself. Jet frowned up at him. "Why do you always do that?"
"I... I don't know!" Kobra whispered defensively, glancing away quickly before setting his jaw and reaching down to grab Jet's wrist. He tried to urge Jet's finger in, but Jet resisted, still frowning down at him. Kobra made a little noise of frustration, finally blurting, "’Cause it's not your fingers I want in me!"
His eyes flew wide at the all too clear meaning of his words, his hand quickly releasing Jet's wrist as he drew back into himself slightly. Jet, on the other hand, had never been more turned on by mere words. Kobra wanted more than fingers. Kobra did want him. His cock. Jet made a low noise and leant forward to kiss Kobra quickly. Kobra's cheeks flushed and he averted his gaze from the other man's dark eyes as Jet mumbled,
"I'll try not to take too long, then."
Kobra grit his teeth, his body jerking slightly as the finger rather unceremoniously entered him. It didn't hurt, it was just a shock to have it in so suddenly, so deep. Jet had seriously long fingers. Jet eased his finger in and out quickly, not wanting to leave Kobra waiting. He drew the first finger out, then moved to add the second. Kobra jerked again, this time a tiny noise escaping him as he shuddered. Jet felt Kobra clench around the two digits and moved to start kissing at his bare belly. Kobra's stomach sucked in, and he squirmed at the way it tickled, finally gasping out,
"J-jet. Enough."
Jet looked up at that, his eyebrows arched in surprise only to have his gaze avoided. Jet straightened up, slowly sliding his fingers free. He moved to push himself back up between Kobra's thighs. He ground himself down against Kobra again, growling low at the welcome friction while Kobra shuddered beneath him in pleasure. Lifting himself again, he spat quickly into his palm, reaching down to stroke the saliva quickly over himself as he shifted into position, not wanting to wait any more.
"You're sure?"
"Yes," Kobra agreed, sounding almost a little frustrated at how long Jet was taking. Jet leant over Kobra, moving so their lips were very nearly touching and Kobra tilted his face up. Jet's lips brushed his as Jet lined himself up carefully, swallowing Kobra's whimper as he slid inside. But... It didn't hurt. It left Kobra whimpering and breathless. There was no pain of the stretch, just the pleasure of Jet inside him. That had never happened before, it always hurt. Even if it was just a little bit. But now, it was just good and he found himself making another little noise. Jet straightened up, already panting. Kobra wasn't as tight around him as usual, Jet could feel it, he was just letting him in. God, it was good. He made a low noise and gave an experimental thrust, his hands finding Kobra's hips.
"You're okay?" he checked almost as a second thought, and Kobra nodded quickly. Jet moved slowly at first, rolling his hips smoothly into Kobra's beautifully willing body. Kobra shifted, squirming and bringing his legs up. He let his knees squeeze against Jet's sides as his pace started to pick up. Jet grinned, moving to brace one hand against the bed, the other one stroking its way along Kobra's bare thigh. He curled his fingers around his thin leg, lifting it slightly for a better angle. Kobra bit his lip, pushing up slightly into the older man's attentions, his hands fisting in the sheets and pulling. This felt so good, Jet's weight against him, his whole body moving, hot skin against hot skin...
"Ugh. Uh. Ray. Aah!" Kobra was panting, hard and fast, and Jet leant in to kiss him roughly, panting back against his lips.
"Don't try and be quiet," Jet mumbled, and Kobra looked away. He didn't like making noise, he always held it in. Jet clicked his tongue. "We're alone, Mikey... no one will hear but me. And I want to hear you moan."
The way he said that made Kobra instantly bite into his lip again, but not from trying to keep his noises in, instead from excitement. Jet smiled down at him for a moment before letting his head fall back, moving hard, trying to provoke a noise out of the other man. He knew old habits were hard to break, but they'd already made it so far...
"Mikey. Mikey... moan for me."
Kobra flinched slightly, before his body snapped taut as Jet rolled into his prostate. Jet felt the change in him and aimed into it again, and again, and finally-
"Raaaayyyy!" Kobra moaned long and surprisingly loud. It was music to Jet's ears. Smiling wider than Kobra had ever seen, Jet set up a smooth, fast rhythm, feeling Kobra flex around him, the way he sort of tried to pull him in. It was maddening. And now that was combined with the eager little noises Kobra was making. His head tilted back and his eyes closed as he started to get lost in the feeling, he had a sudden thought. He realised he was able to open his eyes and look down at Kobra's face, see the way Kobra was looking right back at him.
Kobra swallowed, he could see how flushed Jet was. The way his face was all red, the way sweat made his curls stick to his skin. He wondered if he always looked like this. He'd never seen Jet like this, never, but... It made him feel... it was intense, that look of pleasure on the older man's face. Moaning, Kobra arched his back, reaching up without thinking and pulling Jet right down against him.
He felt Jet's dark curls brush his exposed skin and trembled, instinctively pushing his fingers into the curly mass. Jet made a noise of encouragement when Kobra pulled a little, remembering that Jet liked this. Kobra licked his lips, he liked it too. He tugged a little again, and Jet moved slightly, but not to pull away. Instead he pushed into Kobra's hold, letting Kobra's hands guide him as he started to let his mouth play against sweat damp skin. Kobra arched his head back, making low noises by means of approval when Jet nipped then licked along his collarbone, continuing to thrust steadily. Jet lifted his head slightly, and Kobra pulled him up, kissing him sloppily.
"Nngh..." Kobra made a wordless sound, and Jet chuckled a little. He liked leaving Kobra speechless. Jet reached up suddenly and moved to try and ease Kobra's hands out of his hair. Kobra made a soft noise of protest and relented. Smiling, Jet drew up one of Kobra's wrists, pressing as gentle kiss to it. He shifted his grip and moved to pin it down to the bed above Kobra's head. Kobra gasped a little, but lay placidly as Jet gently repeated the action on the other wrist, pinning them both hard enough that Kobra couldn't pull away even if he'd wanted to. Jet-Star looked pointedly down at the younger man, feeling him squirm against his hold, not fighting it, just trying it. The look on Kobra's face was definitely one of interest and not of fear, but Jet still found himself checking, wanting the blonde topped man to be as at ease as possible.
"Alright?"
Kobra nodded slowly, not trusting his voice to speak. twisting his wrists slightly under Jet's hands and biting his lip when he felt the grip tighten. Jet grinned a little down at him, ducking in to steal a quick kiss before leaning back and shifting himself. He adjusted his hold on the thin wrists and braced his weight on his arms, using his grip as leverage,
"Ray!" Kobra moaned in surprise at the sudden force of the curly haired man's movements. He was rutting hard now, his whole body rocking against Kobra and he was so, so deep inside him. It felt amazing. Kobra squirmed, trying to get his legs up and around Jet's hips, arching against him slightly.
"Uh, Mikey," Jet groaned back, his voice thick with lust and pleasure. He felt Kobra's legs shift, then move to tighten around his moving body, drawing him closer with each forward push, bringing Kobra's body up against him in turn. He held on like he didn't want to let Jet go again, his fingers flexing slightly even though they were helpless. Jet loved how unrestrained Kobra was being, finally allowing himself to get lost in this, get lost in the feelings of pleasure Jet could bring him. Kobra pulled Jet against him again, dragging his body up off the bed and angling Jet differently into him with each hard buck.
"Unh. UGH!" Kobra cried out wordlessly, bucking hard against Jet and clenching down hard enough to make the older man growl. He knew what that was, he'd felt it. Kobra's clearly very sensitive spot. He shifted, thrusting hard against it again to create the same reaction, Kobra's body jerking and twisting as he tried to get more attention. Jet was breathing hard, doing his best to work the enthusiastic younger man's sweet spot with each thrust, wanting him to feel as good as he was making Jet feel. "Raaay... Ray. God. Yes. Yes! You... Uh!"
"Yes. Mikey. You feel... so... Mikey. Good. Good!" Jet panted back, just as incoherent as he rode Kobra into the mattress. It was clear Kobra was okay, that he was getting just as much enjoyment out of this as Jet was. And that was what Jet wanted. In fact, it was what he always wanted. And he realised that this was how he'd always want it now, Kobra on his back, naked, noisy and with no interruptions. He wanted this to be just their moment, just him and Kobra and all hot skin and sweat and... tight heat. Kobra moaning his name again brought him back to the present, and he growled low back as Kobra clenched right down when he again found his spot.
Jet loosened his grip on Kobra's wrists, feeling Kobra's hands instantly move to grip at his strong arms. He cracked his eyes open to look down at him, only to find Kobra with his head tilted back and his mouth hanging open. His eyes were shut tight and his face was a beautiful mask of pleasure. He looked so fucking gorgeous, so open and so... Perfect. It was almost more than Jet could take.
"Gonna... Gonna... Mikey. Mikey. Ugh!" Jet panted out roughly, so close to cumming. Kobra moved at the rough sound of Jet's voice, pulling Jet down and claiming his lips. When they parted, he panted up into Jet's mouth,
"'m so close... Ray... Please..."
Jet smiled, easily bringing a hand down between their bodies, curling it around Kobra's hard and until now neglected cock. Kobra whimpered and bucked hard against him, that was what he needed. Jet's hand, just that little bit more friction to bring him off. He was so close, Jet could tell from the way he was leaking, the little, sticky puddle he's left on his lower belly. He stroked swiftly, spreading the pre-cum around. His own movements were becoming hard and erratic, eager to finish, but wanting Kobra to finish first. He wanted this to be about him, and he knew it wouldn't take long. He only had to hold back a little... longer...
"Ray!" Kobra cried out, loud and desperate as his whole body arched of the bed and he came hard. Opaque splatters of cum fell onto his belly as Jet stroked him through his climax, the last of it dribbling down over Jet's long fingers. Jet wet his lips, still rocking some though he'd slowed as Kobra had orgasmed, but he was so painfully close.
"Kobra... Do you want... should I... pull out?"
Kobra looked up at him, his eyes slightly unfocused and his whole expression slightly dazed, but recognition filtered in at Jet's words and he bit his lip, shaking his head. "No."
"Oh..." That was too much, the breathless permission to cum inside him. Jet rammed himself deep once. Twice. And came hard, crying out to the ceiling, "OH! Mikey!"
Kobra inhaled sharply, his eyes widening a little at the feeling of Jet spurting inside him, the way he kept rocking until he was done. He shuddered, but held his arms open as Jet collapsed forward, completely sated. Kobra was fighting to catch his breath, and made a little noise of disappointment as Jet lifted himself and slipped free of him. Jet smiled, laying beside him and moving to bundle him up in his strong arms, feeling the way his whole, thin body was trembling slightly.
"Mikey, you're shaking..." Jet mumbled as they settled together, panting, and Kobra actually smiled at him.
"That was amazing..." he replied softly, pressing his head against Jet's bare chest, and Jet found himself smiling. He pressed a kiss to the top of Kobra's head, over his mussed hair, as he agreed warmly,
"It really was."
Jet was dozing, Kobra still tucked in his arms, when he heard a car pull up outside. The telltale crunch of tyres over dust and rocks. He desperately wanted to ignore the sound, just stay warm in bed under the assumption that it was just the others back from their joy riding. But there was always that niggling little thought that said it might not be their fellow Killjoys but something more sinister. Sighing, he moved to ease himself out of bed. He was trying not to wake Kobra, but that proved to be impossible as the younger man stirred almost instantly.
"Ray?"
Jet soothed him by gently brushing his hair back from his face, offering him a small smile. "It's fine. I just heard a car... I'm going to make sure it's just the others, then I'll be back, okay?"
That had Kobra instantly alert and he shook his head, moving to follow as Jet got up. "No. No, I'll come too."
"Okay," Jet agreed, though not without a little frown. He hoped this wasn't Kobra reverting back to how he'd been, going suddenly standoffish and ignoring Jet. They got up and dressed with a slight air of awkwardness, the soft rustling of clothes and creaking of leather all that was heard. Drawing his gun before moving to the door, Jet was actually surprised by Kobra coming up behind him and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. It was unexpected but more than welcome. It was again with a smile that Jet opened the door and led the way out into the main part of the diner.
Jet relaxed the second he stepped out into the dining room, seeing the red head and the shorter, dark haired man making their way into their hideout. Grace was hanging off Ghoul's arm, smiling widely, and Jet smiled too. He holstered his gun, hearing Kobra do the same as they made their way towards the others.
"Did you guys have fun?" he wondered warmly, and even as Grace made a noise in confirmation, Poison's gaze fell on the pair of Killjoys. Kobra was still flushed, his usually smoothly slicked back hair was all messy and his eyes were fixed on Jet. Jet, likewise, was looking a little pink, and he brushed his ever-messy curly hair back with one large hand and cast Kobra a quick glance. Poison grinned widely.
"Yeah, we had an awesome time," he agreed, not voicing the thought that it looked like they had bee having a fun time of their own. Still, he couldn't keep from smiling at them. Kobra caught the wide grin and arched his eyebrows, but Poison just shrugged. Ghoul was saying something about eating and Grace was agreeing. Poison looked around at the two youngest members of their group, still smiling.
"Yep. I think food sounds good."
After eating, everyone was settling back for another lazy afternoon in the zones. Poison was playing with the radio, searching for the next broadcast from their friend, Dr. D, Ghoul was napping out the back and Grace was amusing herself with some drawing. But it seemed Kobra Kid had disappeared again. Jet was curious of his absence, wondering if it had anything to do with what had happened between them earlier, and went searching.
He found Kobra outside, standing, staring off into the distance with his arms folded. He looked like he was brooding. Jet cautiously came up behind Kobra, looping his arms around the younger man's waist. Kobra startled slightly, but relaxed easily into the hold, much to Jet's surprise. He stood silently for a while, just holding Kobra's thin frame against his own more sturdy one, enjoying the gentle contact and pleased Kobra hadn't pulled away. Finally, he broke the silence to ask softly,
"You okay?"
Kobra nodded, still staring away across the dusty landscape. "I'm fine. I just... wanted some fresh air."
Jet wasn't going to argue with that, at all, so he just went back to silently holding him. They stood comfortably for the longest time before Kobra shifted against him, tilting his head forward and exposing a swath of neck. Jet was tempted by the sight and kissed at the back of Kobra's neck, whispering without really thinking, "I love you, Mikey."
Kobra tensed instantly. These were words he never thought he'd hear, not from anyone. Even from Jet. Jet felt Kobra tense and realised his mistake, pulling away despite himself with a hurried apology,
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I know I'm not supposed to."
Kobra turned around, facing the other man, who was clearly uncertain. Jet was worried he'd just ruined everything, all the ground he'd made past Kobra's boundaries, but... To his surprise, Kobra smiled. It was this shy, unsure sort of smile, something Jet had never seen.
"Really?" he wondered and Jet-Star just sort of blinked blankly at him before he finally had enough to sense to nod.
"Yeah, really."
Jet leant in, cupping Kobra's face and kissing him gently. Kobra bit his lip as he leant away, but Jet smiled at him and Kobra found himself smiling back, leaning up for another kiss. It was slow, and wet, and sweet. Jet leant their foreheads together as they parted.
"Mikey."
"I... I... Ray," was all Kobra could manage back, but Jet knew what he meant and it made his heart swell. He curled his arms around Kobra and pulled the younger man against his chest, pleased to feel Kobra burrow against him slightly, his arms looping around Jet's waist in return.
"Wondered where you two got to," came Party Poison's warmly amused voice from the doorway. Kobra pulled away from Jet, but only so they could both turn and face their fellow Killjoys who were standing by the diner entrance and smiling at them. Jet shrugged, moving to nudge Kobra supportively with his shoulder.
"We just needed a bit of... air."
Poison arched his eyebrows, though he seemed approving, while Ghoul chuckled, glancing at Poison before his eyes fixed on Kobra. He caught the way Kobra glanced at Jet, that softness in his face, the ever so slight smile and couldn't help himself.
"Look at Kobra. He's going soft... what the hell about our kung fu master?"
"Kung fu masters are allowed to have boyfriends," Jet muttered back, smiling a little at the younger man that had burred up slightly at Fun Ghoul's comment. He curled an arm around Kobra's waist, dragging him back against him. Kobra struggled a little before he felt Jet's lips against the back of his neck in a reassuring kiss, gasping and falling still. He smiled a little at last, looking back at Jet, a shy gesture. He was going to be awkward about saying that for a while, but he nodded.
"Yeah. Doesn't mean I'm soft if I have a... a boyfriend."
Jet beamed at him for using the word, before Kobra laughed softly at just how odd that sounded. "Boyfriends? How old are we again?"
Jet chuckled as well, Kobra relaxing some in his hold, leaning back against the older man again. Poison grinned easily at the sight, moving to grab Fun Ghoul in turn, giving him a wet kiss on the cheek, deliberately hamming it up as he mumbled pointedly. "Old enough to know that this shit isn't soft."
Ghoul spluttered and protested, though he was grinning again even as he tried to push Poison away. "I was just teasing, alright? It's fine, it's cute... Gee, let me go!"
Poison released Ghoul so unexpectedly that he almost fell over, stumbling to one side before turning and shoving Poison. "Asshole. They're cute, okay? Fucking adorable."
"What's adorable?" Grace's voice cut over them, and they turned to look at her. Her eyes took in the way Jet's arm was around Kobra's waist still and her face lit up. She smiled widely and came over to hug them both. Jet smiled, lifting Grace up and holding her against him, Kobra smiling up at the little girl. Poison grinned and gently pulled Ghoul back against him. Now that was really a fucking adorable image...
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Author: zero_capital_z, I might be remembered as evil_lil_hobbit?
Pairing: Jet-Star/Kobra Kid and Party Poison/Fun Ghoul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Killjoys settle back at the diner, Jet's well healed, and Kobra Kid finally seems to realise what he wants.
Warnings: Sex. Lots of sex. Smushy end.
Disclaimer: Nothing earned, maybe some readers gained?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
"Guys, guys. You have to come look at this!" Ghoul insisted excitedly, motioning them all outside. They all followed him out, Poison seeming curious while Kobra looked a bit dubious. Jet smiled at the untrusting expression on the younger man's face, giving him a gentle nudge. Kobra glanced at him and gave a slight smile back. Ghoul was practically bouncing as he led them out to the garage, waiting by the door for them to all line up. He opened the door and revealed the Trans AM with an excited gesture. "Tada!"
When the other's response to his revelation was underwhelming, he huffed a little sigh. "She's all fixed up! New brakes, fixed some of the dents and the glass. I even tweaked the motor some. She's totally shiny."
At that, everyone brightened considerably. Jet moved to clap Ghoul on the shoulder, beaming at him, while Kobra was likewise grinning behind him. Poison had the biggest grin of all; he stepped forward, curling a tight arm around Ghoul's waist. He kissed him swiftly on the mouth, Ghoul practically basking in the attention.
"That's my Frankie. Master of the car. He's been working so hard while you were..." Poison faltered, looking over at Jet, but Jet's smile didn't falter in the slightest.
"I think it looks great. You did good, Frank."
Ghoul's smile turned sheepish for the briefest moment before becoming more genuine again. He leant against Poison, looking over at the Trans AM. He nodded a little to himself, before grinning around at the others again. "We should test it out! Take her for a spin."
Poison brightened at the idea, and Kobra knew he enjoyed the idea of tearing down the highway to the sweet smell of burning nitro. Kobra, however, was more of a mind to stay at the dinner... He felt his brother's eyes fix on him and gave a non-committal shrug.
"You should at least take Gracie. She'll love it. Been cooped up here too long."
Poison nodded, releasing Ghoul and turning to slip inside to find the young girl. Ghoul stayed by the door, frowning slightly at the blonde topped man. He looked from Kobra to Jet, who's attention was, not surprisingly, on Kobra in turn. Ghoul's mouth twitched into a smile of realisation, but he tried to keep his voice level as he wondered.
"So does that mean you two are staying?"
Kobra's eyebrows twitched up slightly, momentarily confused by the use of the word "two". He glanced to the side and caught Jet watching him, his face softening in realisation. He gave another slight shrug, glancing away from them both for a second before fixing his eyes determinedly on Ghoul.
"I guess... I know I'm staying."
"I'm staying too..." Jet added, actually encouraged by Kobra's glance at him, by his now set expression, and he smiled slightly at Ghoul. "It's not that I don't trust what you've done to the car, I just think I should rest some more..."
At this Ghoul couldn't help giving a little snort, he tried to cover it in a slight cough before feigning seriousness as best he could. "Rest. Right. Okay."
Jet grinned easily, pushing Ghoul slightly and the youngest member of their group grinned back, pleased he hadn't offended anyone. Kobra's teeth had clenched slightly and his eyes briefly darkened before he finally tempted a smile. It was no more than a twitch at the corners of his mouth, but it was something, and Jet had seen it.
Poison reappeared, followed closely by Grace, who looked excited. She bounced up to Fun Ghoul, wondering, "Can I put my head out the top?"
Ghoul laughed, ruffling her curly hair slightly. "Of course!"
Poison shook his head, before nodding towards the car. "Shall we go?"
"Yup!" Ghoul and Gracie agreed in almost disturbing synchronization. Poison grinned, it was like having two children sometimes, but as he made to follow them both into the car, he faltered. He turned to see Jet and Kobra loitering by the door of the garage, but making no attempt to follow them. He didn't bother to say anything, merely smiling at the pair of them before climbing into the driver's seat.
Jet stepped back to get out of Poison's way as he eased the car out of the garage. He returned the gesture when Gracie waved through the window at him and watched the car drive out and streak away up the road, leaving behind it a large plume of red dust. He turned, mouth open, to say something to Kobra only to realise the younger man had disappeared. Frowning slightly, he looked around himself only to realise he'd probably retreated inside. Jet-Star wet his lips, wondering if that meant what he hoped it did. Wondering if Kobra staying meant what he hoped it did... There was only one way to find out.
When Jet entered the diner, it was to find Kobra leaning on one of the tables by the window. It was clear that he was trying to look nonchalant but he jumped when the door thumped closed behind Jet. Kobra bit his lip a little, looking shy. He knew what he wanted to ask for, but no idea how to ask for it. Normally, it was night. It was dark and he'd just roll onto his belly and Jet got it. But today, it was the middle of the day, and Jet was still standing by the door, looking at him.
"Jet..." Kobra finally managed and it seemed to stir the other man into action. He came forward, not rushing, just closing the space between them until he was standing right in front of Kobra, the younger man still leaning against the table. Jet stepped forward, placing his hands on the edge of the table on either side of Kobra's thin hips. Kobra drew a slightly sharper breath than the one previous, slowly meeting Jet's warm eyes. Jet smiled a little, tilting his head a little.
"Yeah?"
Kobra's mouth quirked, but it seemed he still couldn't find the words. Jet decided he didn't need Kobra to say anything, instead leaning in and kissing him gently. Kobra gasped a little, but pushed up into the kiss. Jet hummed a little, pressing his body closer, his hands still holding the table, fencing Kobra in. Their kiss deepened and Kobra didn't seem to mind at all, Jet liked that, that Kobra was responding rather than pushing him away. He reached up, cupping Kobra's face and pushing him back slightly. Kobra gasped as he tipped back over the table and it gave Jet an idea.
Jet pushed Kobra back onto the table so quickly the younger man couldn't fight him, he just went. He curled his arms tight around Jet's broad shoulders, trying not to lose the contact of Jet's lips against his own. Kobra instinctively lifted one of his legs, curling it around Jet's hip to hold him close as he started to get excited by this. Jet was getting into this, Kobra's body pressed close, Kobra's lips wet and willing against his own... He had to stop himself. He pulled away, much to Kobra's obvious surprise as the younger man gasped beneath him, frowning up at him and looking most disappointed. Jet shook his head slightly, more to himself than to Kobra. He was getting carried away here and that's not what he wanted. No, if Kobra wasn't going to fight him, he was going to take what he wanted and do it right this time.
"Jet... Ray? What?"
"No. No, if you want it, we're going to do it properly," Jet muttered, and he sounded fucking determined, so much so that it sort of shocked Kobra into compliance. He just nodded.
"Alright. What's properly?"
"Naked. And you on your back... I wanna... I wanna see you as I do it."
Kobra's face heated a little despite himself, and his mouth quirked slightly in distaste, but Jet wasn't going to take no for an answer. If Kobra wanted sex, for once it was going to happen the way Jet wanted it to. Jet reached out, taking gentle hold of Kobra's hand and tugging him forward, easing him off the table. Kobra moved willingly regardless of his reservations, letting Jet lead him back towards the rooms they slept in. Jet smiled at the burgeoning look of curiosity on Kobra's face, the way he blithely followed him, and Kobra smiled slightly back, wondering quietly,
"Where're we going?"
"Bed," Jet murmured easily, tugging him along and into the bedroom. He released Kobra's hand in favour of moving to close the door, still partially leaning against it when he turned back to face the younger man. It seemed hesitance had again taken over Kobra, and he was standing in an awkward stance in the middle of the room. Jet couldn't help smiling to see the usually so outwardly confident younger man standing as he was.
Jet moved away from the door, approaching Kobra and reaching out to rub his hand along Kobra's waist, pulling him close again. Kobra was chewing at the inside of his lip again, so Jet dragged him close and kissed him thoroughly. Kobra reached up, pushing his hands against Jet's chest, but it wasn't to make him relent. Much to Jet's surprise, Kobra slipped his hands up and slid the older man's jacket from his shoulders. Grinning, Jet obligingly shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor.
"Now it's your turn..." he murmured, moving to reach for the zipper of Kobra's coat. He eased it down slowly, then ran his hands back up Kobra's torso, like the younger man had done to him. He rubbed over Kobra's shoulders and down his arms so that his red jacket also now lay puddled at their feet. Kobra was biting his lip, no one had ever... undressed him before. Not like this, the slow, careful attentions, the feel of Jet's hands on him. Jet smiled at the look on Kobra's face, the attentive way he was watching Jet's hands which were now creeping up under his t-shirt to touch skin.
Jet tugged purposefully at the edge of Kobra's shirt, and when he found no complaints, he slowly pulled it up. Kobra was still biting his lip but Jet smiled back at him, wide and warm. He didn't want to scare the younger man off, but the clothing was hindering.
"Lift your arms," he coaxed softly, and the younger man did. He stretched slowly up, allowing Jet to lift the t-shirt up and off, discarding it to the floor without a second thought. Kobra fought the urge to cross his arms over his newly exposed chest as Jet stared at him hungrily. As ridiculous as it seemed, considering everything they'd done and the way the close quarters they lived in, Jet had never seen Kobra properly topless before and he was keen to take full advantage of it now.
Jet leant in slowly, one hand finding Kobra's hip as he let his mouth trail over Kobra's bare, hairless chest, rather enjoying the whimper that accompanied his attentions. Jet kissed and licked his way across warm skin, trailing his way along Kobra's collarbone and making his way down. Kobra sucked in a sharp breath as Jet likewise sucked at one of his nipples, and moved to push the older man back. He was embarrassed by how excited Jet's mouth on his chest was making him. Jet leant back willingly though he arched his eyebrows questioningly at the blonde-tops man. Kobra cleared his throat.
"You have to get undressed too."
Jet grinned broadly at that and easily yanked off his own t-shirt, throwing that aside too and leaving his strong chest bared to the younger man's gaze. Kobra's eyes instantly fixed on the smattering of hair and Jet followed the direction of his gaze. He reached out and took up one of Kobra's hands and pressed it to his chest, feeling his long fingers flex even as Kobra looked away. Jet chuckled.
"C'mere," he growled low, pulling Kobra close again, pleased that the hand remained on his chest as their lips met in a kiss. As they kissed heatedly, Kobra actually brought his other hand up, stroking slightly at Jet's chest. He'd invited it by bringing his hand up, and Kobra liked the feel of that strong chest under his fingers. Jet made a low contented noise into their kiss, and moved to start steering Kobra back to the bed.
Kobra gasped into the kiss when he felt his legs bump back against the bed. Jet just grinned reassuringly, curling his arms tight around Kobra's thin body and easing him back down onto the bed. He settled himself on top of Kobra, and smiled at the way Kobra was still lightly stroking through the hair on his chest.
"I thought we should actually make it to the bed..." Jet murmured and Kobra nodded, tilting his chin up to seek another kiss. Jet gave it easily, loving the taste of Kobra's mouth. Kobra shifted under him, and Jet purposefully pushed down against him, able to feel the way Kobra was straining his jeans, rubbing his own obvious erection against him. Kobra made a low noise, flushing, but Jet wasn't content with the jeans that were denying him the touch of skin.
Pecking Kobra's mouth, Jet climbed up, stroking his fingers slowly down Kobra's stomach until he reached the fly of Kobra's jeans. Jet started opening Kobra's jeans, not bothering to ask as he eased them down. He tugged them down to sit around Kobra's ankles, faltering as his boots then got in the way. He hastily untied them, yanking them from Kobra's feet and quickly doing the same with his skinny jeans. Kobra's eyes flicked none too subtly to the top of Jet's jeans, and he obligingly pushed them down, hopping slightly inelegantly to get his shoes off before kicking them away, leaving them both in nothing but their underwear.
Jet looked at Kobra, so close to seeing him the way he'd always wanted, and he was a little breathless. Kobra bit his lip slightly, but gave a little nod of consent. So, Jet leant back in, pressing a kiss to Kobra's stomach and easing his underwear off. He had little patience, hurrying to get them off, and throwing them aside. Kobra made quiet noise in embarrassment, but didn't curl up, remaining flat on his back, exposed to Jet. Jet wet his lips, taking in the sight.
"You're beautiful," he murmured lovingly, and Kobra shrugged his shoulders slightly, wanting to ignore the comment.
"You too?"
Smiling at the quiet request, Jet hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, smoothly dragging them down and stepping out of them, before straightening up and standing unashamedly. Kobra swallowed hard, looking up at him.
"Ray..."
Jet moved forward, easing apart Kobra's thin thighs and laying himself down between them. Kobra bit his lip, shifting and squeezing his legs together against Jet's hips. Jet was solid, and warm, and comfortably heavy between his legs. And Kobra found he was actually enjoying the feeling of Jet's wider hips between his own thin thighs, curling his legs around him and pulling him down. He felt Jet's sizable cock rub against his own, causing his mouth to fall open a little and that anxious look of pleasure to cross his face.
Jet saw it and ground his hips down properly, rubbing deliberately against Kobra, the younger man arching against him with a quiet noise. Jet grinned a little, grinding harder and making his own noises of pleasure.
"Uh. Mikey..."
"Ray," came the whispered reply, Kobra's head arching back, hips rocking against Jet's body. Jet leant down, kissing his way up Kobra's neck and meeting his lips. Kobra responded, bringing a hand up and cupping Jet's face as they kissed hungrily, Jet still thrusting and grinding against Kobra's lean body. Finally Kobra pulled from the kiss, looking at the older man pointedly. Jet knew what Kobra was wanting, and realised he didn't need to hear it, he was more than willing to oblige.
He slowed his grinding, and lifted himself up, moving to suck two fingers into his mouth. Kobra bit his lip hard, chewing at it as he watched Jet wet his fingers. He knew what was coming, and he hated it, but he was ready. Still, he found himself watching the way Jet was sucking slowly at his fingers, easing them in and out of his mouth. He glanced away as Jet drew the fingers out of his mouth and squirmed slightly against the bed. Jet smiled, reaching down between Kobra's legs which were still spread from him lying between them.
Jet moved to rub his finger over Kobra's opening and Kobra tensed a little before he could stop himself. Jet frowned up at him. "Why do you always do that?"
"I... I don't know!" Kobra whispered defensively, glancing away quickly before setting his jaw and reaching down to grab Jet's wrist. He tried to urge Jet's finger in, but Jet resisted, still frowning down at him. Kobra made a little noise of frustration, finally blurting, "’Cause it's not your fingers I want in me!"
His eyes flew wide at the all too clear meaning of his words, his hand quickly releasing Jet's wrist as he drew back into himself slightly. Jet, on the other hand, had never been more turned on by mere words. Kobra wanted more than fingers. Kobra did want him. His cock. Jet made a low noise and leant forward to kiss Kobra quickly. Kobra's cheeks flushed and he averted his gaze from the other man's dark eyes as Jet mumbled,
"I'll try not to take too long, then."
Kobra grit his teeth, his body jerking slightly as the finger rather unceremoniously entered him. It didn't hurt, it was just a shock to have it in so suddenly, so deep. Jet had seriously long fingers. Jet eased his finger in and out quickly, not wanting to leave Kobra waiting. He drew the first finger out, then moved to add the second. Kobra jerked again, this time a tiny noise escaping him as he shuddered. Jet felt Kobra clench around the two digits and moved to start kissing at his bare belly. Kobra's stomach sucked in, and he squirmed at the way it tickled, finally gasping out,
"J-jet. Enough."
Jet looked up at that, his eyebrows arched in surprise only to have his gaze avoided. Jet straightened up, slowly sliding his fingers free. He moved to push himself back up between Kobra's thighs. He ground himself down against Kobra again, growling low at the welcome friction while Kobra shuddered beneath him in pleasure. Lifting himself again, he spat quickly into his palm, reaching down to stroke the saliva quickly over himself as he shifted into position, not wanting to wait any more.
"You're sure?"
"Yes," Kobra agreed, sounding almost a little frustrated at how long Jet was taking. Jet leant over Kobra, moving so their lips were very nearly touching and Kobra tilted his face up. Jet's lips brushed his as Jet lined himself up carefully, swallowing Kobra's whimper as he slid inside. But... It didn't hurt. It left Kobra whimpering and breathless. There was no pain of the stretch, just the pleasure of Jet inside him. That had never happened before, it always hurt. Even if it was just a little bit. But now, it was just good and he found himself making another little noise. Jet straightened up, already panting. Kobra wasn't as tight around him as usual, Jet could feel it, he was just letting him in. God, it was good. He made a low noise and gave an experimental thrust, his hands finding Kobra's hips.
"You're okay?" he checked almost as a second thought, and Kobra nodded quickly. Jet moved slowly at first, rolling his hips smoothly into Kobra's beautifully willing body. Kobra shifted, squirming and bringing his legs up. He let his knees squeeze against Jet's sides as his pace started to pick up. Jet grinned, moving to brace one hand against the bed, the other one stroking its way along Kobra's bare thigh. He curled his fingers around his thin leg, lifting it slightly for a better angle. Kobra bit his lip, pushing up slightly into the older man's attentions, his hands fisting in the sheets and pulling. This felt so good, Jet's weight against him, his whole body moving, hot skin against hot skin...
"Ugh. Uh. Ray. Aah!" Kobra was panting, hard and fast, and Jet leant in to kiss him roughly, panting back against his lips.
"Don't try and be quiet," Jet mumbled, and Kobra looked away. He didn't like making noise, he always held it in. Jet clicked his tongue. "We're alone, Mikey... no one will hear but me. And I want to hear you moan."
The way he said that made Kobra instantly bite into his lip again, but not from trying to keep his noises in, instead from excitement. Jet smiled down at him for a moment before letting his head fall back, moving hard, trying to provoke a noise out of the other man. He knew old habits were hard to break, but they'd already made it so far...
"Mikey. Mikey... moan for me."
Kobra flinched slightly, before his body snapped taut as Jet rolled into his prostate. Jet felt the change in him and aimed into it again, and again, and finally-
"Raaaayyyy!" Kobra moaned long and surprisingly loud. It was music to Jet's ears. Smiling wider than Kobra had ever seen, Jet set up a smooth, fast rhythm, feeling Kobra flex around him, the way he sort of tried to pull him in. It was maddening. And now that was combined with the eager little noises Kobra was making. His head tilted back and his eyes closed as he started to get lost in the feeling, he had a sudden thought. He realised he was able to open his eyes and look down at Kobra's face, see the way Kobra was looking right back at him.
Kobra swallowed, he could see how flushed Jet was. The way his face was all red, the way sweat made his curls stick to his skin. He wondered if he always looked like this. He'd never seen Jet like this, never, but... It made him feel... it was intense, that look of pleasure on the older man's face. Moaning, Kobra arched his back, reaching up without thinking and pulling Jet right down against him.
He felt Jet's dark curls brush his exposed skin and trembled, instinctively pushing his fingers into the curly mass. Jet made a noise of encouragement when Kobra pulled a little, remembering that Jet liked this. Kobra licked his lips, he liked it too. He tugged a little again, and Jet moved slightly, but not to pull away. Instead he pushed into Kobra's hold, letting Kobra's hands guide him as he started to let his mouth play against sweat damp skin. Kobra arched his head back, making low noises by means of approval when Jet nipped then licked along his collarbone, continuing to thrust steadily. Jet lifted his head slightly, and Kobra pulled him up, kissing him sloppily.
"Nngh..." Kobra made a wordless sound, and Jet chuckled a little. He liked leaving Kobra speechless. Jet reached up suddenly and moved to try and ease Kobra's hands out of his hair. Kobra made a soft noise of protest and relented. Smiling, Jet drew up one of Kobra's wrists, pressing as gentle kiss to it. He shifted his grip and moved to pin it down to the bed above Kobra's head. Kobra gasped a little, but lay placidly as Jet gently repeated the action on the other wrist, pinning them both hard enough that Kobra couldn't pull away even if he'd wanted to. Jet-Star looked pointedly down at the younger man, feeling him squirm against his hold, not fighting it, just trying it. The look on Kobra's face was definitely one of interest and not of fear, but Jet still found himself checking, wanting the blonde topped man to be as at ease as possible.
"Alright?"
Kobra nodded slowly, not trusting his voice to speak. twisting his wrists slightly under Jet's hands and biting his lip when he felt the grip tighten. Jet grinned a little down at him, ducking in to steal a quick kiss before leaning back and shifting himself. He adjusted his hold on the thin wrists and braced his weight on his arms, using his grip as leverage,
"Ray!" Kobra moaned in surprise at the sudden force of the curly haired man's movements. He was rutting hard now, his whole body rocking against Kobra and he was so, so deep inside him. It felt amazing. Kobra squirmed, trying to get his legs up and around Jet's hips, arching against him slightly.
"Uh, Mikey," Jet groaned back, his voice thick with lust and pleasure. He felt Kobra's legs shift, then move to tighten around his moving body, drawing him closer with each forward push, bringing Kobra's body up against him in turn. He held on like he didn't want to let Jet go again, his fingers flexing slightly even though they were helpless. Jet loved how unrestrained Kobra was being, finally allowing himself to get lost in this, get lost in the feelings of pleasure Jet could bring him. Kobra pulled Jet against him again, dragging his body up off the bed and angling Jet differently into him with each hard buck.
"Unh. UGH!" Kobra cried out wordlessly, bucking hard against Jet and clenching down hard enough to make the older man growl. He knew what that was, he'd felt it. Kobra's clearly very sensitive spot. He shifted, thrusting hard against it again to create the same reaction, Kobra's body jerking and twisting as he tried to get more attention. Jet was breathing hard, doing his best to work the enthusiastic younger man's sweet spot with each thrust, wanting him to feel as good as he was making Jet feel. "Raaay... Ray. God. Yes. Yes! You... Uh!"
"Yes. Mikey. You feel... so... Mikey. Good. Good!" Jet panted back, just as incoherent as he rode Kobra into the mattress. It was clear Kobra was okay, that he was getting just as much enjoyment out of this as Jet was. And that was what Jet wanted. In fact, it was what he always wanted. And he realised that this was how he'd always want it now, Kobra on his back, naked, noisy and with no interruptions. He wanted this to be just their moment, just him and Kobra and all hot skin and sweat and... tight heat. Kobra moaning his name again brought him back to the present, and he growled low back as Kobra clenched right down when he again found his spot.
Jet loosened his grip on Kobra's wrists, feeling Kobra's hands instantly move to grip at his strong arms. He cracked his eyes open to look down at him, only to find Kobra with his head tilted back and his mouth hanging open. His eyes were shut tight and his face was a beautiful mask of pleasure. He looked so fucking gorgeous, so open and so... Perfect. It was almost more than Jet could take.
"Gonna... Gonna... Mikey. Mikey. Ugh!" Jet panted out roughly, so close to cumming. Kobra moved at the rough sound of Jet's voice, pulling Jet down and claiming his lips. When they parted, he panted up into Jet's mouth,
"'m so close... Ray... Please..."
Jet smiled, easily bringing a hand down between their bodies, curling it around Kobra's hard and until now neglected cock. Kobra whimpered and bucked hard against him, that was what he needed. Jet's hand, just that little bit more friction to bring him off. He was so close, Jet could tell from the way he was leaking, the little, sticky puddle he's left on his lower belly. He stroked swiftly, spreading the pre-cum around. His own movements were becoming hard and erratic, eager to finish, but wanting Kobra to finish first. He wanted this to be about him, and he knew it wouldn't take long. He only had to hold back a little... longer...
"Ray!" Kobra cried out, loud and desperate as his whole body arched of the bed and he came hard. Opaque splatters of cum fell onto his belly as Jet stroked him through his climax, the last of it dribbling down over Jet's long fingers. Jet wet his lips, still rocking some though he'd slowed as Kobra had orgasmed, but he was so painfully close.
"Kobra... Do you want... should I... pull out?"
Kobra looked up at him, his eyes slightly unfocused and his whole expression slightly dazed, but recognition filtered in at Jet's words and he bit his lip, shaking his head. "No."
"Oh..." That was too much, the breathless permission to cum inside him. Jet rammed himself deep once. Twice. And came hard, crying out to the ceiling, "OH! Mikey!"
Kobra inhaled sharply, his eyes widening a little at the feeling of Jet spurting inside him, the way he kept rocking until he was done. He shuddered, but held his arms open as Jet collapsed forward, completely sated. Kobra was fighting to catch his breath, and made a little noise of disappointment as Jet lifted himself and slipped free of him. Jet smiled, laying beside him and moving to bundle him up in his strong arms, feeling the way his whole, thin body was trembling slightly.
"Mikey, you're shaking..." Jet mumbled as they settled together, panting, and Kobra actually smiled at him.
"That was amazing..." he replied softly, pressing his head against Jet's bare chest, and Jet found himself smiling. He pressed a kiss to the top of Kobra's head, over his mussed hair, as he agreed warmly,
"It really was."
Jet was dozing, Kobra still tucked in his arms, when he heard a car pull up outside. The telltale crunch of tyres over dust and rocks. He desperately wanted to ignore the sound, just stay warm in bed under the assumption that it was just the others back from their joy riding. But there was always that niggling little thought that said it might not be their fellow Killjoys but something more sinister. Sighing, he moved to ease himself out of bed. He was trying not to wake Kobra, but that proved to be impossible as the younger man stirred almost instantly.
"Ray?"
Jet soothed him by gently brushing his hair back from his face, offering him a small smile. "It's fine. I just heard a car... I'm going to make sure it's just the others, then I'll be back, okay?"
That had Kobra instantly alert and he shook his head, moving to follow as Jet got up. "No. No, I'll come too."
"Okay," Jet agreed, though not without a little frown. He hoped this wasn't Kobra reverting back to how he'd been, going suddenly standoffish and ignoring Jet. They got up and dressed with a slight air of awkwardness, the soft rustling of clothes and creaking of leather all that was heard. Drawing his gun before moving to the door, Jet was actually surprised by Kobra coming up behind him and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. It was unexpected but more than welcome. It was again with a smile that Jet opened the door and led the way out into the main part of the diner.
Jet relaxed the second he stepped out into the dining room, seeing the red head and the shorter, dark haired man making their way into their hideout. Grace was hanging off Ghoul's arm, smiling widely, and Jet smiled too. He holstered his gun, hearing Kobra do the same as they made their way towards the others.
"Did you guys have fun?" he wondered warmly, and even as Grace made a noise in confirmation, Poison's gaze fell on the pair of Killjoys. Kobra was still flushed, his usually smoothly slicked back hair was all messy and his eyes were fixed on Jet. Jet, likewise, was looking a little pink, and he brushed his ever-messy curly hair back with one large hand and cast Kobra a quick glance. Poison grinned widely.
"Yeah, we had an awesome time," he agreed, not voicing the thought that it looked like they had bee having a fun time of their own. Still, he couldn't keep from smiling at them. Kobra caught the wide grin and arched his eyebrows, but Poison just shrugged. Ghoul was saying something about eating and Grace was agreeing. Poison looked around at the two youngest members of their group, still smiling.
"Yep. I think food sounds good."
After eating, everyone was settling back for another lazy afternoon in the zones. Poison was playing with the radio, searching for the next broadcast from their friend, Dr. D, Ghoul was napping out the back and Grace was amusing herself with some drawing. But it seemed Kobra Kid had disappeared again. Jet was curious of his absence, wondering if it had anything to do with what had happened between them earlier, and went searching.
He found Kobra outside, standing, staring off into the distance with his arms folded. He looked like he was brooding. Jet cautiously came up behind Kobra, looping his arms around the younger man's waist. Kobra startled slightly, but relaxed easily into the hold, much to Jet's surprise. He stood silently for a while, just holding Kobra's thin frame against his own more sturdy one, enjoying the gentle contact and pleased Kobra hadn't pulled away. Finally, he broke the silence to ask softly,
"You okay?"
Kobra nodded, still staring away across the dusty landscape. "I'm fine. I just... wanted some fresh air."
Jet wasn't going to argue with that, at all, so he just went back to silently holding him. They stood comfortably for the longest time before Kobra shifted against him, tilting his head forward and exposing a swath of neck. Jet was tempted by the sight and kissed at the back of Kobra's neck, whispering without really thinking, "I love you, Mikey."
Kobra tensed instantly. These were words he never thought he'd hear, not from anyone. Even from Jet. Jet felt Kobra tense and realised his mistake, pulling away despite himself with a hurried apology,
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I know I'm not supposed to."
Kobra turned around, facing the other man, who was clearly uncertain. Jet was worried he'd just ruined everything, all the ground he'd made past Kobra's boundaries, but... To his surprise, Kobra smiled. It was this shy, unsure sort of smile, something Jet had never seen.
"Really?" he wondered and Jet-Star just sort of blinked blankly at him before he finally had enough to sense to nod.
"Yeah, really."
Jet leant in, cupping Kobra's face and kissing him gently. Kobra bit his lip as he leant away, but Jet smiled at him and Kobra found himself smiling back, leaning up for another kiss. It was slow, and wet, and sweet. Jet leant their foreheads together as they parted.
"Mikey."
"I... I... Ray," was all Kobra could manage back, but Jet knew what he meant and it made his heart swell. He curled his arms around Kobra and pulled the younger man against his chest, pleased to feel Kobra burrow against him slightly, his arms looping around Jet's waist in return.
"Wondered where you two got to," came Party Poison's warmly amused voice from the doorway. Kobra pulled away from Jet, but only so they could both turn and face their fellow Killjoys who were standing by the diner entrance and smiling at them. Jet shrugged, moving to nudge Kobra supportively with his shoulder.
"We just needed a bit of... air."
Poison arched his eyebrows, though he seemed approving, while Ghoul chuckled, glancing at Poison before his eyes fixed on Kobra. He caught the way Kobra glanced at Jet, that softness in his face, the ever so slight smile and couldn't help himself.
"Look at Kobra. He's going soft... what the hell about our kung fu master?"
"Kung fu masters are allowed to have boyfriends," Jet muttered back, smiling a little at the younger man that had burred up slightly at Fun Ghoul's comment. He curled an arm around Kobra's waist, dragging him back against him. Kobra struggled a little before he felt Jet's lips against the back of his neck in a reassuring kiss, gasping and falling still. He smiled a little at last, looking back at Jet, a shy gesture. He was going to be awkward about saying that for a while, but he nodded.
"Yeah. Doesn't mean I'm soft if I have a... a boyfriend."
Jet beamed at him for using the word, before Kobra laughed softly at just how odd that sounded. "Boyfriends? How old are we again?"
Jet chuckled as well, Kobra relaxing some in his hold, leaning back against the older man again. Poison grinned easily at the sight, moving to grab Fun Ghoul in turn, giving him a wet kiss on the cheek, deliberately hamming it up as he mumbled pointedly. "Old enough to know that this shit isn't soft."
Ghoul spluttered and protested, though he was grinning again even as he tried to push Poison away. "I was just teasing, alright? It's fine, it's cute... Gee, let me go!"
Poison released Ghoul so unexpectedly that he almost fell over, stumbling to one side before turning and shoving Poison. "Asshole. They're cute, okay? Fucking adorable."
"What's adorable?" Grace's voice cut over them, and they turned to look at her. Her eyes took in the way Jet's arm was around Kobra's waist still and her face lit up. She smiled widely and came over to hug them both. Jet smiled, lifting Grace up and holding her against him, Kobra smiling up at the little girl. Poison grinned and gently pulled Ghoul back against him. Now that was really a fucking adorable image...
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