Parenting!AU -- One Night
So... in the Parenting!AU, Jazz and Devin were dormmates in college (it's how they met). How Wes and Jazz met, on the other hand, well...
One Night
Jazz let the music take him, swaying his hips as he found the nearest boy around his age. The nearest boy was taller than him; at least a good head taller. And the way he moved -- well.
“My name’s Jazz!” he shouted over the hypnotic dance music. “Wanna dance with me, mate?” He batted his lashes, made it clear he was flirting with this taller, dark skinned and bony boy.
“I’d love to, dude!” the other boy cried back, taking Jazz’s hand in his and pulling him close. “My name’s Wes,” he managed in a loud whisper against Jazz’s ear. His then nipped at Jazz’s earlobe, causing Jazz to gasp. “You’re really pretty!”
Jazz grinned at that, taking in the way the lights played off of Wes’s face. How his body moved in motion with Jazz’s already and how the glowsticks somehow made Wes’s boyish smile look even wider than it was. “You’re really pretty, too!”
The two exchanged no more words as they danced, Jazz turning so that his back was to Wes. Wes grinded against him in kind, the invitation clearly accepted as Wes’s hands landed on his hips almost possessively.
The night was off to a wonderful start.
***
“Are you sure this’s a good idea, dude?” Wes murmured against his lips as he pushed Jazz up against hallway wall. “What if your dormmate comes home…?”
“He’s home visiting family,” Jazz said, half moaning as he pulled Wes back down for another feverish kiss. The molly had certainly heightened every sensation -- like the light way Wes’s fingers drifted underneath the hem of his shirt and along the line of his pants, up to the curve of his hip. “He shouldn’t -- be coming home tonight…”
He palmed Wes’s obvious bulge, whimpering a little against Wes’s mouth as he thought of that inside him. Wes moaned as well, the sound stark in the otherwise quiet hallway. Then his mouth moved to just under Jazz’s jaw, to just under his ear and down the edge of his neck.
“Let’s get back to your room then, before I…”
Jazz shivered at the thought of Wes taking him then and there, right in the middle of the dormitory hallway -- where anyone and everyone could watch, if they wanted. He then coyly pulled away from him, taking Wes by his hand and the two of them stumbling down the hallway to his dorm room.
The room was small, but not abysmally so. Desks obscured the bend in the room that housed two beds. Devin’s, as always, was impeccably made and piled high with pillows. At this time of night, had Devin been home, he might’ve already been asleep -- or at least sitting out at his desk, easily visible when they’d entered the room.
“See?” Jazz said as he pushed Wes down onto his bed and climbed into his lap. “My dormmate’s not here…”
Wes didn’t need any additional convincing as he began shedding Jazz of his clothes, all but throwing Jazz down onto the thin mattress before he towered over him, and Jazz making quick work of Wes’s clothes, as well.
***
Wes was, quite frankly, the best goddamned lay Jazz had ever had in his short eighteen years.
Wes was also the biggest person Jazz had ever had the pleasure of being fucked by. God, Wes was huge. And Wes wasn’t afraid of hurting him, not once Jazz had dug out his lube and all but fingered himself open before sliding himself down Wes’s unbelievably thick cock -- the first time.
The second time was even better, with Jazz on his back and his legs hooked over Wes’s shoulders, Wes striking somewhere deep and primal within Jazz with every thrust. Wes made sure to give plenty of foreplay -- and his mouth felt amazing around Jazz’s cock, just before he pinned Jazz to the bed and thrust himself inside him.
The third time, Jazz wasn’t sure he could form words, anymore.
He was on all fours, his face buried into the thin sheets of his mattress. His fingers curled themselves into the fabric, desperate for purchase as Wes slammed into him from behind, over and over again. He’d lost all semblance of coherency, practically howling with pleasure as Wes’s short nails dug into his overly sensitive hips. He could feel Wes’s breath against his spine, hot and heavy as he kissed wherever he could reach.
It was somewhere between ohmygodohmygodharderharder that Jazz lifted his head, his vision hazy but locking onto a solitary figure by the door.
Wes must have lifted his head, too, and noticed the same thing Jazz had because his well-timed, damn near calculated thrusting came to a stop just as that solitary figure -- Devin, Jazz realized with horror -- yelped, “Wes?!”
Jazz had never scrambled for the sheets quite as fast as he had then, pulling away from Wes entirely and feeling his whole body flush in a way that was wholly uncomfortable. “D-Devin, I thought -- I’m so sorry, if I thought you were gonna be coming home, I wouldn’t’ve --”
Devin just turned on his heel and walked out of their shared dorm room without saying a word. Jazz’s heart ached, and he turned to Wes as he bit his lip. “I’m so sorry,” he said, swaying a little as he sat more upright, still covering himself up with his sheet. “I really didn’t think he’d be coming back, tonight.”
Wes shook his head. “No dude, it’s okay,” he said. “I usually take people back to my place because these things always seem to happen and it’s not your fault but also --” Wes sniffed, reaching over the edge of the bed to scoop up his clothes and toss the used condom in the trash. “I should really go and try and find Devin and talk to him. He seemed really upset, just now, and I--”
Jazz furrowed his brow. “Wait -- the two of you know each other?” he asked, glancing back towards the door. Something clicked into place. “Wait -- you’re not -- you’re not Weston Jansen are you?” His stomach twisted and climbed into his throat as Wes turned his back to him, slipping back into his jeans and his mesh t-shirt. “You’re Devin’s best friend.”
The same best friend Jazz had been insanely jealous of, for the past couple of months. The same best friend Jazz was pretty fucking sure Devin was in love with, even though he would never admit it.
And Jazz had just let Wes plow him into the mattress. Three times. During the last of which, Devin had caught them in the act.
“I need to talk to him, too,” Jazz squeaked, scrambling to locate his own clothes. God, he’d sure fucked up, this time. Taking home the boy Devin was practically in love with and letting said boy screw him sex ways ‘til Sunday -- how was Devin ever going to trust him and open up to him more after this?
“Me first,” Wes said, fully dressed already. “I’m really sorry, I should’ve realized -- I misheard your name and if I had realized you’d said Jazz I wouldn’t have --” He shook his head. “It was nice meeting you dude but this’s really gonna have to be a one time thing, if that’s okay?”
Jazz frowned a little to himself. “I’d never intended for this to be anything more than a one time thing,” he said, hugging his clothes to his chest. He really hadn’t. He’d expected to never see Wes’s face again, after he sent him home in the morning. But if Wes really was Devin’s best friend… “I don’t do relationships,” he continued, digging that hole he’d already dug for himself a little deeper.
Wes’s eyes widened, then hardened, slightly. “Have a good night, then, Jazz,” he said. “I’ll make sure Devin’s okay but you really should talk to him when he gets back and you should probably do that while you’re sober…”
As Wes walked out of his dorm, Jazz groaned and threw himself back against his pillows, covering his face with his hands.
He didn’t do relationships because he was pretty sure he couldn’t handle monogamy. He didn’t do relationships because he was pretty sure he was starting to fall for the damn dormmate whose best friend he’d just fucked, all while still wanting random encounters with other guys.
It was going to be a very long year.
Next part The Morning After
One Night
Jazz let the music take him, swaying his hips as he found the nearest boy around his age. The nearest boy was taller than him; at least a good head taller. And the way he moved -- well.
“My name’s Jazz!” he shouted over the hypnotic dance music. “Wanna dance with me, mate?” He batted his lashes, made it clear he was flirting with this taller, dark skinned and bony boy.
“I’d love to, dude!” the other boy cried back, taking Jazz’s hand in his and pulling him close. “My name’s Wes,” he managed in a loud whisper against Jazz’s ear. His then nipped at Jazz’s earlobe, causing Jazz to gasp. “You’re really pretty!”
Jazz grinned at that, taking in the way the lights played off of Wes’s face. How his body moved in motion with Jazz’s already and how the glowsticks somehow made Wes’s boyish smile look even wider than it was. “You’re really pretty, too!”
The two exchanged no more words as they danced, Jazz turning so that his back was to Wes. Wes grinded against him in kind, the invitation clearly accepted as Wes’s hands landed on his hips almost possessively.
The night was off to a wonderful start.
***
“Are you sure this’s a good idea, dude?” Wes murmured against his lips as he pushed Jazz up against hallway wall. “What if your dormmate comes home…?”
“He’s home visiting family,” Jazz said, half moaning as he pulled Wes back down for another feverish kiss. The molly had certainly heightened every sensation -- like the light way Wes’s fingers drifted underneath the hem of his shirt and along the line of his pants, up to the curve of his hip. “He shouldn’t -- be coming home tonight…”
He palmed Wes’s obvious bulge, whimpering a little against Wes’s mouth as he thought of that inside him. Wes moaned as well, the sound stark in the otherwise quiet hallway. Then his mouth moved to just under Jazz’s jaw, to just under his ear and down the edge of his neck.
“Let’s get back to your room then, before I…”
Jazz shivered at the thought of Wes taking him then and there, right in the middle of the dormitory hallway -- where anyone and everyone could watch, if they wanted. He then coyly pulled away from him, taking Wes by his hand and the two of them stumbling down the hallway to his dorm room.
The room was small, but not abysmally so. Desks obscured the bend in the room that housed two beds. Devin’s, as always, was impeccably made and piled high with pillows. At this time of night, had Devin been home, he might’ve already been asleep -- or at least sitting out at his desk, easily visible when they’d entered the room.
“See?” Jazz said as he pushed Wes down onto his bed and climbed into his lap. “My dormmate’s not here…”
Wes didn’t need any additional convincing as he began shedding Jazz of his clothes, all but throwing Jazz down onto the thin mattress before he towered over him, and Jazz making quick work of Wes’s clothes, as well.
***
Wes was, quite frankly, the best goddamned lay Jazz had ever had in his short eighteen years.
Wes was also the biggest person Jazz had ever had the pleasure of being fucked by. God, Wes was huge. And Wes wasn’t afraid of hurting him, not once Jazz had dug out his lube and all but fingered himself open before sliding himself down Wes’s unbelievably thick cock -- the first time.
The second time was even better, with Jazz on his back and his legs hooked over Wes’s shoulders, Wes striking somewhere deep and primal within Jazz with every thrust. Wes made sure to give plenty of foreplay -- and his mouth felt amazing around Jazz’s cock, just before he pinned Jazz to the bed and thrust himself inside him.
The third time, Jazz wasn’t sure he could form words, anymore.
He was on all fours, his face buried into the thin sheets of his mattress. His fingers curled themselves into the fabric, desperate for purchase as Wes slammed into him from behind, over and over again. He’d lost all semblance of coherency, practically howling with pleasure as Wes’s short nails dug into his overly sensitive hips. He could feel Wes’s breath against his spine, hot and heavy as he kissed wherever he could reach.
It was somewhere between ohmygodohmygodharderharder that Jazz lifted his head, his vision hazy but locking onto a solitary figure by the door.
Wes must have lifted his head, too, and noticed the same thing Jazz had because his well-timed, damn near calculated thrusting came to a stop just as that solitary figure -- Devin, Jazz realized with horror -- yelped, “Wes?!”
Jazz had never scrambled for the sheets quite as fast as he had then, pulling away from Wes entirely and feeling his whole body flush in a way that was wholly uncomfortable. “D-Devin, I thought -- I’m so sorry, if I thought you were gonna be coming home, I wouldn’t’ve --”
Devin just turned on his heel and walked out of their shared dorm room without saying a word. Jazz’s heart ached, and he turned to Wes as he bit his lip. “I’m so sorry,” he said, swaying a little as he sat more upright, still covering himself up with his sheet. “I really didn’t think he’d be coming back, tonight.”
Wes shook his head. “No dude, it’s okay,” he said. “I usually take people back to my place because these things always seem to happen and it’s not your fault but also --” Wes sniffed, reaching over the edge of the bed to scoop up his clothes and toss the used condom in the trash. “I should really go and try and find Devin and talk to him. He seemed really upset, just now, and I--”
Jazz furrowed his brow. “Wait -- the two of you know each other?” he asked, glancing back towards the door. Something clicked into place. “Wait -- you’re not -- you’re not Weston Jansen are you?” His stomach twisted and climbed into his throat as Wes turned his back to him, slipping back into his jeans and his mesh t-shirt. “You’re Devin’s best friend.”
The same best friend Jazz had been insanely jealous of, for the past couple of months. The same best friend Jazz was pretty fucking sure Devin was in love with, even though he would never admit it.
And Jazz had just let Wes plow him into the mattress. Three times. During the last of which, Devin had caught them in the act.
“I need to talk to him, too,” Jazz squeaked, scrambling to locate his own clothes. God, he’d sure fucked up, this time. Taking home the boy Devin was practically in love with and letting said boy screw him sex ways ‘til Sunday -- how was Devin ever going to trust him and open up to him more after this?
“Me first,” Wes said, fully dressed already. “I’m really sorry, I should’ve realized -- I misheard your name and if I had realized you’d said Jazz I wouldn’t have --” He shook his head. “It was nice meeting you dude but this’s really gonna have to be a one time thing, if that’s okay?”
Jazz frowned a little to himself. “I’d never intended for this to be anything more than a one time thing,” he said, hugging his clothes to his chest. He really hadn’t. He’d expected to never see Wes’s face again, after he sent him home in the morning. But if Wes really was Devin’s best friend… “I don’t do relationships,” he continued, digging that hole he’d already dug for himself a little deeper.
Wes’s eyes widened, then hardened, slightly. “Have a good night, then, Jazz,” he said. “I’ll make sure Devin’s okay but you really should talk to him when he gets back and you should probably do that while you’re sober…”
As Wes walked out of his dorm, Jazz groaned and threw himself back against his pillows, covering his face with his hands.
He didn’t do relationships because he was pretty sure he couldn’t handle monogamy. He didn’t do relationships because he was pretty sure he was starting to fall for the damn dormmate whose best friend he’d just fucked, all while still wanting random encounters with other guys.
It was going to be a very long year.
Next part The Morning After