fic: come in closer (i want you to) [11a/?]
Chapter: xi: your body is a wonderland - john mayer/discover me, discovering you
Word count: 9000
Author's notes: this chapter is submitted into the tsn-a-thon!
Soundtrack: your body is a wonderland - john mayer
At AO3
Oh, is all Jesse can think to say at the moment.
(oh)
“Yeah.” Kerri sounds…disappointed? Annoyed?
“What.” Jesse says.
“What is wrong with you, Jesse?”
So this was not supposed to happen, and if it had to happen, it should not have turned out like this. He doesn’t even know if he’s gay or not, and even if he did know
(yes)
(andrew)
(boyfriends)
(attracted to)
(no)
it’s not fair Patrick and Joe get to have completely accepting families, and his sister - she - why couldn’t his own sister -
“How come you never told me?”
“What?”
(what)
“Seriously? How many times have I told you that you can tell me anything?”
“Um.”
“I thought it was completely obvious that I love you and you can trust me with absolutely anything and I am actually kind of hurt that you didn’t bother to let me know - ”
“Kerri!” Jesse feels faint.
His phone beeps in his ear and Jesse say, “One moment.”
He looks at the new message.
From Andrew:
Matt and Rob are going soon. I’ll call you when I’m in bed.
“Jesse! Don’t ignore me!”
He puts it back to his ear.
“I’m sorry! Andrew just texted me - ”
“I knew it!”
Jesse closes his eyes and fights the impulse to bang his head on the desk. What is he going to do now? Seriously, in all honesty, what is he going to do now? He could hang up, but then she’ll just call back and it’ll make things worse, probably.
His heartbeat quickens and oh, now he can feel the blood…pumping…through his head…
(we can come out together!)
(we’re gay and in a relationship)
“Jesse? Jesse, please talk to me. I’m sorry, I overreacted.”
(you can’t just swim at the swim centre!)
“…no, don’t, I’m not - get Mom…”
(if you ever find someone)
“…it’s okay, it’s okay, Jesse!...”
(andrew)
“…little brother, it’s all right, please don’t…”
His phone beeps in his ear again. Jesse snaps his eyes open and glares at the message.
From Andrew:
By the way, happy 2 months! I know we started dating officially at the start of January, but I count New Year, so yeah. You are my sunshine :)
(andrew)
(i’m glad you’re my boyfriend)
“Jesse?”
“Hi.” Jesse says meekly.
“Are you breathing okay?”
“Yes. Hi Kerri.”
Kerri’s voice softens completely. “I’m sorry, for overreacting, can we start again?”
(his smile)
(voice)
(hands)
“Okay.”
“Hey little brother, it’s been a while since we’ve spoken. How are you?”
Jesse takes a long breath and rubs his temples with his free hand.
“I’m well, Kerri, and how are you?”
“I’m well too, Jesse. I have something to ask you.”
“Okay.”
“So I found out from Mary that Joe’s gay and he’s dating a boy named Patrick, and was wondering if - ”
It hits him.
“Wait what? Mary wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, as part of Joe and Patrick’s - ”
“Hush, I know. I know. It’s - well. She accidentally let slip that her brother was seeing someone and I got excited and pushed her into telling me. But come on! It’s Joe. I’ve known him since he was small and it honestly delighted me so much I really wanted to - Jesse, I can practically feel you shaking your head at me.”
Jesse furrows his eyebrows.
“I know, but I mean, she promised not to tell…”
“You do realize it’s not a big deal, right?”
“What?”
“It’s not a big deal that Joe’s gay.”
“It’s not a - ”
“Did you think it was?”
“Did I think it was a - ”
“Jesse, stop being difficult.”
“I’m not trying to be difficult, you’re just speaking too fast.”
“It’s not like you speak any slower than me.”
Jesse considers continuing like this, just to try and avoid the question he knows Kerri is dying to -
“Jesse, are you gay?”
- ask.
“No.”
“Jesse.”
“What?”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“How do you know I’m lying?”
“Because I know you.”
(andrew)
(andrew)
(boyfriend)
“Why do you think I’m gay?”
(can someone tell me if i am or not?)
“You’ve never expressed any interest for a girl before. When you became friends with Kristen, I was sure you’d start liking her, but you didn’t. And you didn’t with Emma, either. Unless you never told me, in which case…”
Jesse slumps back in his chair.
“No, I don’t like them, and have never liked them.”
“Okay, and then Andrew came along and suddenly you’re seeing him all the time and you’re getting love bites…”
(love)
“…not too hard to see he’s infatuated by you - that time he came over, he couldn’t keep his hands off you and Jesse, you didn’t even mind.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
“No, what I’m saying is that I think you like Andrew.”
(well that’s old news)
“I think I do too, he’s a great friend.”
“Jesse, please stop avoiding the question.”
“What question?”
Kerri sighs.
(andrew)
(but)
“The question of whether you like Andrew in the way that JT likes Emma, or Kristen likes Rob - look, Jesse, I know you know what I’m trying to get at.”
“Why are you pushing this?”
“I’m curious.”
“Why does it matter?”
“It doesn’t!” She sounds exasperated.
“Then why are you - ”
“Okay, okay, Jesse!”
Kerri is silent for so long, Jesse thinks she’s hung up.
“Kerri?”
“Yes, Jesse?”
“Are you okay?”
“You’re weird, little brother.”
(shirtless)
(no pants)
(hands wrapped around -)
(andrew)
“Why, because I like a boy?”
It’s out before Jesse has a chance to process the thought.
Kerri breathes sharply and Jesse stutters, “I mean, no, I - ”
“No, Jesse, you’re not weird for liking a boy, you’re weird for so desperately trying to deny it.”
And Jesse has nothing to say to that.
“How long?” Kerri asks.
“We’ve been dating for two months.” Jesse says quietly.
Kerri makes a soft sound, and Jesse knows there’s no going back now, especially as he adds, “I’ve liked him since forever and today is our two month anniversary.”
So Jesse counts New Year, too.
Kerri’s voice is so quiet, so soft, like if she speaks any louder, she’ll scare Jesse away.
“Andrew?”
Jesse nods even though he’s on the phone.
“Yeah, Andrew.”
“He’s the one who gave you the hickey, isn’t he?”
Defeated.
“Yeah.”
“He’s the who cares about you.”
“Yeah.”
“And you care about him.”
“Yeah.”
“Two months?”
“Yeah...”
“Who else knows?”
“Only Joe and Patrick.” He mumbles.
“Oh, Jesse.” Kerri’s voice sounds like it’s going to break - like she’s going to cry or something.
Which is strange.
“Are you okay, Kerri?”
“Yes, yes, I am.” A sniffle. “I just wish I was there to support you.”
“Support me?”
“My little baby brother has a boyfriend…”
“I’m not a baby.”
“…and I’m not there with him.”
“Why do you need to be with me?”
“Have you told Mom and Dad yet?”
“Told them what?”
“That you have a boyfriend.”
“No, of course not.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why haven’t you told them!”
“I don’t know.”
(scared)
“What about your friends?”
“No.”
(don’t know i like boys)
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Jesse frowns.
“You’re not going to interrogate me further?”
“Don’t be like that. I’m your big sister and I love you.”
“Sorry.”
“When do you plan on telling people?
“Um, never, if I can help it.”
Kerri snorts.
“How does Andrew feel about that?”
Jesse thinks. Well, it’s been two months, and Andrew hasn’t really brought up the subject again. Why should they? It works like this. Best friends by day, boyfriends by night. Or at least, boyfriends behind closed doors, on the phone, when people aren’t around - okay, fine, they’re always boyfriends, even if they are around people. But it’s okay, it works. Mostly. It’s not like he can act on his urges to kiss Andrew at school or whatever - even if they were… ‘out’ and it didn’t matter. He’s not about to do something so private and special when they’re in public.
Though being able to hold his hand could be nice…
(his smile)
(hands)
(voice)
(laugh)
(presence)
“Jesse?”
“Ah, yeah, hello. Hello.”
“How does Andrew feel about it?”
“He’s fine, we’ve talked about this.”
“You can’t stay in hiding forever.”
“Why not?” He responds stubbornly.
“Because one day you’ll have to admit to yourself that you’re gay and by some miracle have scored a beautiful, fantastic, genuine human being as your boyfriend.”
“But I’m not gay, Kerri.”
“What?”
“I keep saying - I’m not gay.”
“You’re bi?”
(‘andrew-sexual’)
“Bi?”
“Bi-sexual. Do you like girls as well?”
“No? I like Andrew.”
“He’s a boy.”
“I know that.”
(oh, how he knows that)
“Oh, little brother, don’t worry about it.”
“Worry about what? I’m not worrying, I’m absolutely fine, everything is perfect, I have friends, a boyfriend, senior year is ending soon, we’ve got finals, I don’t know what I want to do at college, everything is completely - ”
His phone beeps at him, indicating someone else is trying to call.
“Look, Kerri, I have to go now. It was nice talking to you.”
“Hey wait - Jesse. One last thing.”
“What?”
“I want you to know that I support you and Andrew completely and whole heartedly, okay? I wish I was with you - I’ll come down when I can. And I respect your decision…you’ll have to make up your mind at some point though.”
Jesse says his goodbyes, eager to talk to Andrew.
Yeah, yeah, he thinks, I’ll make up my mind at some point.
When that point will be though is a different matter entirely.
************
March.
Jesse watches Kristen in her drama performance. JT keeps elbowing him in the ribs for no apparent reason, until Emma jams her fingers into JT’s stomach and bats her eyelashes at him playfully, whilst he keels over and glares at his girlfriend.
Armie whispers at them to stop and Jesse can’t help the smile spread across his face when Andrew catches his eye two seats down.
Rob delivers his line with finesse then stares at Kristen expectantly. Kristen looks out at the audience, passing her gaze over them, settling on Jesse. She regards him curiously and then turns to Rob, smirking, before she makes an offhanded comment about his suit. Rob frowns, steps back purposely and then trips on the suitcase he’d flung down there earlier. He lands with an oof.
The audience burst out laughing, as does Jesse. Joe is cackling beside him and Andrew’s face glows.
Jesse feels insurmountably happy.
He looks at Andrew and Jesse has long given up on denying the existence of the metaphorical butterflies that flutter around in his stomach region, especially when Andrew reaches out a hand across the laps of Armie and Joe to pat Jesse.
When he shifts back, Joe whispers in Jesse’s ear, “Still going strong, then?”
And what else can Jesse do but nod his head and blush?
Everything is perfect.
************
Andrew licks down Jesse’s chest, sucking red marks into the skin, pressing Jesse into the mattress by his wrists. Jesse arches underneath him anyway, groaning.
Andrew nuzzles his face into Jesse’s hipbones.
“Andrew?” Jesse’s voice is ragged.
“Yeah?” Andrew breathes harshly as Jesse arches up again, fighting against his restrain.
“What did your - ” Andrew lets go of one wrist to pinch a nipple; Jesse shudders. “ - uncle say about holy fuck - ” The pressure against Jesse’s crotch is excruciating. “ - us that one time?”
Andrew noses at Jesse’s ribs, murmuring, “He thought we were jerking off together.”
Okay, the pressure is too much. Jesse thrusts his hips up at Andrew. They’re both naked, save for their underwear. This is definitely a development in their relationship; after the initial embarrassment of being stark naked in front of each other, Jesse realized that it allowed for a lot more stimulation. And better orgasms.
“Well jerk me off now.”
Jesse throws his head back as Andrew yanks his underwear down, right down, blindly throwing it away. He grabs Jesse’s dick and squeezes.
Jesse whines.
Andrew laughs under his breath. He leans up to kiss Jesse messily and begins fisting, moaning against Jesse’s cheek.
(there is only this)
(there is only this)
Jesse writhes. Andrew is sweating.
(you licked -)
The pressure is not enough.
Andrew bites Jesse’s shoulder and the sound that comes of Jesse’s mouth is uneven, strangled.
(i need a tissue)
Fuck.
(you licked my penis!)
Okay.
“Andrew? Andrew.”
Andrew grunts and lifts his head. The fisting slows down. He stares at Jesse with his dilated pupils and mussed hair. The enlarged eyes, flushed cheeks, panting mouth, which gapes slightly. The red lips.
The
red
lips.
Jesse reaches up and drags his finger across Andrew’s bottom lip, his finger going from dry to wet. Andrew breathes shakily, and Jesse does it again. And again. And then he’s fingering at Andrew’s upper lip and Andrew merely stares at him.
Jesse pushes the finger into Andrew’s mouth and Andrew’s mouth closes. Jesse watches, mesmerized, as his finger disappears. He feels Andrew’s teeth, before Andrew curls his lips slightly, so Jesse’s finger rubs against the soft skin of Andrew’s lips and mouth instead. He pushes completely in.
Andrew wraps his tongue around Jesse’s finger.
Oh fuck.
It’s wet, very wet, and extremely arousing.
Jesse pulls his finger out slowly, sliding against Andrew’s tongue and then out through his lips.
Andrew doesn’t smile, doesn’t react.
Jesse holds up two fingers up this time, and Andrew sticks his tongue out , licking up the length of one of the fingers.
(can’t breathe)
Jesse can only watch as Andrew tips his head forward and Jesse’s fingers disappear again into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew doesn’t close his lips until Jesse’s fingers are completely in, and then he begins to suck, swirling his tongue around the fingers, forcing them to separate. Andrew’s lips drip with his saliva.
The sight is so obscene it sends a hard wave of desire to Jesse’s naked erection.
Andrew dips his head, sucking. When he begins to moans against Jesse’s fingers, Jesse squeaks.
And that causes Andrew to smile.
He brings a hand up to grasp at Jesse’s hand, now forcing Jesse’s fingers in…out…in…out…
Jesse’s erection is achingly hard.
Andrew pulls the fingers out of his mouth slowly, and then licks up their length again, lapping at the saliva that drips from his lips and Jesse’s wet fingers.
He presses a kiss to Jesse’s palm and cocks his head, still grasping Jesse’s hand.
“Okay?”
(fuck)
Jesse nods and gulps.
His dick twitches.
(desire)
Jesse’s eyes dart around Andrew’s face, but his gaze is simply drawn to Andrew’s lips.
Red and wet and moist and so soft.
Andrew’s eyebrows shoot up and a small smile creeps across that mouth, those fucking lips.
Holy fuck!
Jesse’s hand is released and Andrew leans down. Jesse kisses him hungrily, quickly, messily. He slides his hand into Andrew’s briefs and pinches his ass; Andrew rocks into Jesse, bumping his erection.
(naked)
Andrew pulls away and smirks. He begins to move, kissing his way down to Jesse’s hipbones again. Jesse is acutely aware that his naked erection is inches away from Andrew’s face, Andrew’s lips.
(want)
A blowjob is just a step further into their relationship, isn’t it?
Jesse clutches at Andrew’s hair and Andrew lifts his head, seemingly…ready.
“Jess? I’m not reading this the wrong way, am I?”
“No, no - I want. Can - please?”
Okay, so maybe he’s a little incoherent right now, wouldn’t you be?
Andrew chuckles nervously and then moves lower.
He steadies himself in front of Jesse’s leaking erection.
Jesse’s hands remain in Andrew’s hair until -
“Jess? Um. Can you take your hands out of my hair?”
Jesse frowns, momentarily forgetting that Andrew is stationed in front of his dick, preparing to give a blowjob.
“It’s just that I want to feel - let me try this without your hands in my hair and then maybe after, if it goes well, we can try with them in?”
(oh)
(my boyfriend)
Jesse’s hands fall out of Andrew’s hair, but he says, “Come here.”
Andrew furrows his brow and leans up and Jesse kisses him tenderly.
“You’re all right, aren’t you?” He asks.
“Yeah, Jess, I am. A little nervous.”
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t - ”
“No, I want. I really want.”
Andrew kisses him, harder this time.
Jesse is overcome with feeling for the boy on top of him, because seriously? This was never supposed to happen to Jesse but it has and Jesse couldn’t ask for a more incredible person.
Andrew pulls away, but Jesse holds onto Andrew a moment longer.
“Afterwards, I’ll give you one.”
Andrew’s eyes widen and he nods.
Only fair, right?
Jesse looks down. Andrew is staring at his erection and it’s kind of comical. Jesse would laugh, but it wouldn’t really be appropriate.
He forces himself to breathe when Andrew licks his lips.
Glancing up once, then twice, Andrew bends down and swipes up Jesse’s erection with his tongue.
(fuck!)
Jesse moans and lies back down, ready to simply give in. He wills himself to focus, though. He doesn’t want to come as quickly as he did last time.
Andrew does it again and then experimentally licks at the tip. Jesse’s body spasms.
“Woah!”
Jesse closes his eyes.
And suddenly there is an extremely hot breath around Jesse’s dick and it’s like all his nerve endings are buzzing, alive, expectant and waiting.
Andrew giggles and whispers, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Wouldn’t you give yourself a blowjob if you could?”
“I’ve tried.”
Before Jesse can react, Andrew sucks the head of Jesse’s erection into his mouth and Jesse’s body spasms again. Andrew pulls away - fuck.
“Good?”
“Holy shit, Andrew.”
Andrew goes down for more.
And where did Andrew learn to curl his lips like that? Jesse can’t feel any teeth grazing along the - his body spasms again - fuck - shaft.
Andrew adds a hand into the mix, tightening his grasp around the base of Jesse’s dick, whilst he carefully sucks the tip of it. The suction is incredible. Everything about this is incredible. Andrew is incredible. Life is incredible.
He feels Andrew hollow his cheeks and he begins sucking more confidently, as if he actually knows what he’s doing.
Before Jesse realizes it, his hands are back into Andrew’s hair and he begins thrusting up into Andrew’s mouth.
Fuck!
One of Jesse’s hands slip down to Andrew’s face, and he can feel where his dick is in Andrew’s mouth, where it pushes against the inside of Andrew’s cheek…
(lust)
He thrusts up and forces Andrew’s head down.
Andrew chokes.
He wrenches his head back, gasping.
Jesse realizes what he just did.
“Andrew - are you okay - sorry I - Andrew?”
Andrew is trembling, and Jesse instantly feels like the worst person in the world.
“Andrew?”
Andrew shakes his head and looks down. He’s hunched over Jesse’s crotch.
“We can stop, I’m - please.” Jesse says.
He sits up and crawls towards Andrew. Andrew eyes him warily.
“I’m sorry.” He pleads.
“I told you to not put your hands in my hair.” Andrew whispers.
Jesse whimpers and wraps his arms around Andrew, kissing him on the shoulder, then neck, then temple, then cheek.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sor - ”
Andrew shakes his head before kissing Jesse on the lips, a little desperately. His breathing is rough and shaky. Jesse tastes something a tad bitter on his lips, but ignores it.
“It’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry Andrew.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m okay now.”
Jesse’s hold around Andrew tightens and he pushes his face into the junction between neck and shoulder, muttering, I’m sorry over and over again.
(got someone amazing)
(going to screw it up)
“No, no, Jesse, I’m okay now, I swear.”
But how can he be okay? Jesse just pushed him too far, like that girl did, oh god Jesse is just as bad as she was -
“Jess.”
Andrew gingerly lifts Jesse’s head from where it’s pressed, and forces Jesse to look at him.
“I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
Andrew smiles and Jesse think it’s the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day. His heartbeat relaxes.
“Now who’s saying ‘sorry’ too much?”
A smirk.
Jesse feels mildly better.
Andrew kisses him again and the bitter taste isn’t there anymore. When Andrew pushes him back down onto the bed, though, and starts moving down again, Jesse halts him.
“No, stop, let me.”
Andrew lifts his head, raising an eyebrow.
“What?”
Jesse sits up and rolls them over.
“Can I?” He asks.
He has to do this, for Andrew.
“Okay.” Andrew nods.
And Jesse is fucking nervous, but whatever, he’s just going to give his boyfriend a blowjob now, no big deal.
Jesse peels away Andrew’s briefs, which are sticky and wet.
Andrew laughs at Jesse’s expression.
“Come on, then. Yours were just as bad.”
Jesse throws them to the floor and now they’re both naked. Gloriously naked.
“And we’ve been in messier situations before.” Jesse reminds him and the tension is easing. It’s okay. Andrew is relaxed now, smiling up at Jesse, completely trusting. Jesse is not going to screw this up.
He looks down at Andrew’s erection and gulps.
(okay)
Jesse fists Andrew’s cock a few times, casually, lazily, and Andrew hums happily, closing his eyes and putting his hands back behind his head.
It’s just a penis. Andrew’s penis.
Which Jesse is going to put into his mouth.
Okay.
He leans down, eyeing the erection. If Andrew could do it, then so can Jesse. He glances up at Andrew’s expression - comfortable, relaxed.
“Just so you know, this is probably not going to be the best blowjob. “
“Doesn’t matter. Not like I’ve had any before anyway.”
“Thought you gave them to yourself? What, with your amazing, flexible body.”
Jesse inches closer.
“Nah, couldn’t quite reach.”
Jesse stretches his lips around the head of Andrew’s cock.
Oh fuck, he’s actually doing this!
The pre-come tastes weird, but Jesse can handle it.
Andrew whimpers and the sound is encouraging.
He dares to go further…further…until he’s less than half-way down and he can’t really go any further.
Well this is wrong.
He pulls out and Andrew moans loudly.
(yes)
Okay, back down. Jesse tries again, sucking Andrew’s erection into his mouth and flicking the tip of the head with his tongue. That earns him a spasm so he does it again. Another spasm.
Sweet.
But.
He pulls off.
“Andrew, I can’t get the whole thing into my mouth.”
Andrew opens his eyes and stares at Jesse lazily.
“So?”
“Does it still feel good?”
And Andrew actually laughs and closes his eyes again.
“It feels amazing and if you don’t want to continue, I can tell you I am perfectly satisfied anyway.”
No, no, Jesse intends to finish this job.
Jesse giggles in response and licks up Andrew’s length.
“What are you giggling about?”
“I’m giving you a blowjob. It’s hilarious. Me!”
And Jesse isn’t going to finish until Andrew comes.
So he starts slurping at Andrew’s dick, trying to fit as much as he can into his mouth. He curls his lips so his teeth don’t come into contact with the sensitive skin, and he begins to…give Andrew a blowjob.
No one would have guessed, including Jesse himself, that he’d have this much fun giving a blowjob.
To his boyfriend.
His brilliant beautiful boyfriend, Andrew!
Jesse bobs up and down enthusiastically, using his hand to squeeze at the base, and his tongue to flick at the head, so that Andrew spasms and twitches and writhes beneath him.
He’s giving a blowjob!
The pre-come doesn’t taste bad, but it doesn’t taste good either. Jesse just ignores that though, because Andrew has started moaning his name and if that isn’t the single hottest thing Jesse has heard, then he doesn’t know what is.
Jesse licks at the erection then pulls off.
He can do this.
“Put your hands in my hair.”
Andrew squeaks.
“I’m serious, do it. And pull, or force my head down, or whatever you want.”
Andrew is slow to move his hands but eventually he’s tugging at Jesse’s curls and Jesse ducks his head down, ready for this.
He lets Andrew guide his mouth onto Andrew’s dick, as far as he can go. But Andrew keeps pushing and Jesse feels his gag-reflex begin to kick in and he starts to choke, but then Andrew pulls his head back up and it’s okay, he’s okay.
Andrew’s fingers massage Jesse’s head lightly and Jesse actually feels eager to get his mouth back down onto…
The blowjob is messy, without skill. Andrew is thrusting up as Jesse bobs downs and his jaw begins to ache and he wonders how the fuck Andrew is able to restrain from coming for this long.
Okay, so maybe it’s only been around five more minutes, but Jesse is new at this, okay, his jaw isn’t used to it.
Soon enough, though, Andrew begins to speed up.
“Oh fuck, Jesse, oh fuck.”
Jesse tries to ask if he’s supposed to swallow, but Andrew is tightening his grasp in Jesse’s curls and forcing his head down and up, down and up, and maybe he’s supposed to feel nervous and uncomfortable with the lack of control he has over his mouth right now but it’s Andrew and he can’t bring himself to care.
Andrew opens his eyes and glances down at Jesse, so Jesse stares up at him through his eyelashes, hoping he looks somewhat attractive in this position.
He reckons he does, when Andrew throws his head back down and whimpers his name.
So this is fine.
Except when Andrew groans and forces Jesse to stay down, and Jesse is finding it hard to breathe now, okay, don’t - he tries to stop himself from choking, because Andrew is enjoying this, but really he can’t -
“Fuck, Jesse!”
Andrew thrusts up once and suddenly there’s hot come shooting down his throat and Jesse begins to splutter, trying to scramble away because he’s choking and trying to swallow at the same time and Andrew must sense this panic, because his hold in Jesse’s hair completely slackens and Jesse pulls off Andrew’s dick and starts coughing, gasping for breath.
(fuck)
It takes a moment for both of them to calm down, Jesse trying to get air into his lungs, and Andrew twitching through his orgasm.
Eventually Andrew opens his eyes, looking sated and sleepy.
Jesse coughs.
Andrew’s eyes widen.
“Oh my god, Jesse? Are you okay? I went too far, didn’t I, can you - ”
Jesse raises a finger and hops off the bed. It’s a mess, come everywhere, but he ignores it and goes to the bathroom. He turns the tap on, hanging his head over the sink and simultaneously coughs and laps at the running stream of water.
Andrew follows him in some seconds later.
(both naked)
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