Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back, Chapter 6. Killjoy-verse. R
Title: Hold on Tight and Don't Look Back, Chapter 6
Author: zero_capital_z, I might be remembered as evil_lil_hobbit?
Pairing: Jet-Star/Kobra Kid and Party Poison/Fun Ghoul
Rating: R?
Summary: Back at the diner, Party Poison and Fun Ghoul sneak a moment alone. Jet's healing, but Kobra takes some convincing of the fact.
Warnings: Rubbing off (PP/FG) and some groping and masturbation. :P
Disclaimer: Nothing earned, maybe some readers gained?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Poison was just making his way through the back door of the diner, thinking about maybe checking up on Jet and Kobra. It was good that he was awake, and he said he was feeling fine, but Poison had insisted he stay in bed a bit longer. Kobra was doing better now too, he was eating and sleeping more, which was comforting. He'd been seriously worried about his little brother for awhile there. He was too busy thinking about this to notice someone slipping up behind him, making a sharp noise in surprise when he was grabbed suddenly from behind. He heard Ghoul's laughter and relaxed slightly as Ghoul used his grip to push the caught off-guard Poison against the wall, leaning up to kiss him roughly. Poison growled a little into the kiss, curving his fingers over the back of Ghoul's neck and holding him close. They kissed heatedly for a moment before Poison finally pulled back. He let out a rough breath as Fun Ghoul ground his hardening length against him.
"Hey... Frankie, c'mon..."
"Gee, I know... we can't... y'know, fuck. But I could just... we could just rub off?"
"Yeah?" Poison murmured softly, a slight smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth showing he liked the idea. This spurred the younger man on, and he pressed himself closer to the red haired man. Ghoul stroked down his chest and smiled suggestively back.
"Yeah, just thought... it'd help you relax?"
Poison looked sorely tempted by the fingers tracing down his chest, and by the heat pressed against his hip, the way Ghoul was almost unconsciously rubbing. He wet his lips, looking around himself before softly wondering, "Where's Grace?"
Ghoul's smile gentled slightly, knowing Poison's hesitation. "She's in with Mikey and Ray... but, Gee, baby... you wanna...?"
Poison seemed excited by the idea that they actually had some time alone, reaching up and pulling Ghoul into another rough kiss. Ghoul moaned happily into the kiss, grinning and moving to grind his hips more fervently against his lover. He purred as Poison broke away with a low groan, obviously hardening in response to Ghoul's attentions. Ghoul bit his lip playfully, pushing hard against the other man's swelling erection, purring up at him.
"Mmm, you do wanna..."
"Course I do... wish I could fuck you, though, babe," Poison replied, instantly adopting that low, sleazy voice he got during sex. Ghoul shuddered, biting his lip harder, arching his body against the older man.
"I wish you could too, Gee. But this feels good too..."
"You always feel good... nngh. Frankie..." Poison grunted a little, his hands moving to slide down Ghoul's sides, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer, grinding against him hard. Ghoul made a low noise, tilting his head to the side and tracing kisses down Poison's jaw. Poison made a noise in the back of his throat, tilting his head so that Ghoul had room to kiss at his neck. Ghoul hummed happily.
"You've been so tense lately, Gee..." Ghoul murmured against Poison's rapid pulse, licking the sweat that was starting to show on his skin, his hands tight on Poison's waist. "Mm, think this'll help you loosen up some..."
"I think you're loose already," Poison smirked back. Ghoul growled softly, biting hard at Poison's neck in retaliation. Poison hissed, taking a hand from Ghoul's hip to fist it in his hair, yanking his head back. Ghoul grinned dirtily at him, licking his lips.
"I thought you always said I was tight..." he muttered back, only to have his smart comment stifled by an almost vicious kiss. Ghoul gave the raunchiest moan into Poison's mouth, biting at his lips, rubbing eagerly against him. It was clear he was turned on by Poison's domination. Poison growled, this was heated and dirty and he needed it so badly. He needed Ghoul so badly. Ghoul tugged against the hand in his hair, moving to push his face against Gerard's shoulder, bucking against him. "Fuck, Gee..."
"Frankie..." He moved, cupping Fun Ghoul's face and tilting it up so he could look at him. He looked so hot right now, his face was all flushed, his mouth hanging open and his eyes half closed. Poison groaned, rocking his hips up again the younger man's eager squirming. "You're... Nngh, so hard, Frank... Mmm..."
"Hard for you, Gee... Fuck, you turn me on," Ghoul muttered roughly, lifting one leg and curling it around Poison's thigh, using it to further his leverage, his movements picking up the pace. Poison was moving against him in time, groaning when Ghoul did this little wriggling thing against him. He trailed one hand down Ghoul's back to grab his ass hard, squeezing and groping, pulling him impossibly closer. "Nnnghh... nngggh. Gee. Geeee..."
"Getting close, baby... Mmm, fuck this friction is maddening," Poison growled back, leaning in to bite Ghoul's neck just below his scorpion tattoo, biting hard enough to make Ghoul whine. Ghoul reached up, grabbing Poison's shoulders, holding tight even as Poison licked slowly over the bite mark. Ghoul twisted his face, burying it into bright red hair as he panted to the older man.
"Gonna stain my fucking jeans."
"D'you want me to stop?" Poison wondered, his voice rough but with a low, teasing lilt to it. Ghoul shook his head hard, moaning and rubbing very purposefully.
"No. God, I don't give a... fuck. Fuck... Gee. C'mon. Almost!"
Poison lifted his head, capturing Ghoul's wicked mouth in a fierce kiss. He shoved his tongue into the younger man's mouth, Ghoul's tongue responding eagerly. He rubbed it around Poison's, sucking on Poison's tongue roughly. He bit it a little as Poison drew back, before his head fell back and he gave a low moan. Poison felt Ghoul's body buck and shudder hard against him as he came.
"Oh, Gee. God..." Ghoul panted, his hands still holding Poison's shoulders, his leg slipping from around Poison's thigh. Poison gave a pointed roll of his hips, one hand still tight on Ghoul's ass, and Ghoul grinned slightly. He moved to start rubbing against Poison's still needy body again, only having to work for a moment to have Poison go rigid against him. Poison stifled his groan of completion against Ghoul's willing lips before they both slumped back against the wall.
Ghoul pulled away, panting and flushed. He gave Poison a little smile, pleased to see it returned. Then he looked away with a regretful sigh. "I should go do some more work on the car... we don't want any more run ins like the last couple."
"Definitely not," Poison agreed, leaning back against the wall as he watched Ghoul go. He knew that Ghoul did, in some ways, blame himself for this. He'd been meaning to fix up the car before they were attacked. It needed a service, had for a while, but Ghoul had just never gotten around to it. But Poison knew it wasn't Ghoul's fault this had happened. No more than it was his own fault. Or Kobra's fault. He knew Kobra was blaming himself, because Jet had been protecting him when he'd been shot.
But he was pretty sure Jet didn't regret protecting Kobra. Even if he got shot. He was just glad that Kobra hadn't been hurt. Cause that's what mattered to him, Kobra mattered to him. It was the same for him about Ghoul, whether the younger man knew it or not. He sighed and stepped away from the wall. Checking on Jet could wait, he did have Kobra and Grace for company after all. Right now, he wanted to be with Ghoul...
"Poison says you have to stay in bed." Kobra stated pointedly and Jet sighed deeply, pushing his head back into the pillow. He wasn't really one to complain, but he was getting seriously sick of having to lie in bed all the time. Admittedly, he had been enjoying Kobra's company the whole time, unable to miss the little glances he kept casting him, and he'd had constant visits from Gracie. But, he couldn't stand lying down any more.
Jet tried to sit up, but Kobra instantly pushed him back down with a hand on his chest. Jet made a noise of frustration. It turned out that Kobra was also the strictest nurse. He'd never had to deal with this before; Kobra had never made such a fuss, usually staying loftily uninterested in his injuries. But this seemed to have really rattled him. Despite his frustration, he finally gave Kobra a fond smile.
"C'mon, I'm okay. You can let me up," Jet muttered insistently and Kobra quirked his mouth.
"No," he said firmly, swallowing hard at the look Jet gave him and fighting the urge to look away. He couldn't be strong if he wasn't looking at him. "Poison doesn't think you're strong enough yet... can't have you hurting yourself more."
Jet made a dismissive noise. "I can tell you I'm strong enough to sit up, honestly."
Kobra's face was set, but Jet was just as determined to prove he was fine to get out of bed, sick of being confined here. He reached up quick as a flash and caught Kobra's wrist where his hand remained on Jet's chest. Kobra gasped sharply, his eyes actually widening in surprise. Jet just grinned, pulling Kobra down and flipping them over before Kobra could have time to think to fight him.
"Jet! Shit!"
Jet squirmed around, moving to kneel over Kobra, pinning him firmly to the bed. Kobra twisted slightly beneath him, but Jet easily outmatched him in terms of strength. Kobra glared a little but Jet just grinned back, leaning in and pecking Kobra's tightly drawn mouth. Kobra gasped softly at the sudden and brief kiss, falling still in surprise.
"See? I think I'm perfectly strong... perfectly healthy. Do you need any more proof?" Jet wondered, his voice a little lower than it had been before, as he took full stock of their current positions. He hadn't meant for them to end up quite like this, just wanting to give Kobra a feel for his renewed strength, but now that he was on top of the younger man... Pinning him. It was kind of... hot. Kobra flushed at the change in his tone, jerking against Jet in another futile bid for freedom.
"Just what are you suggesting?"
"This," Jet replied smoothly, leaning in for another kiss. This one was deeper, his tongue slipping into Kobra's mouth. Kobra pushed up into the pleasant sensation of Jet's mouth on his at first, before remembering this was not what Jet was meant to be doing. He twisted his face away with a splutter.
"You shouldn't be doing this... You should be in bed and-"
"My shoulder feels fine. I'm not in any pain," Jet assured him softly, moving to press his hips down against Kobra, rubbing against him a little and Kobra made a strangled noise at the friction. He smiled again. "Besides, I am in bed... And so are you."
"Jet... no," Kobra protested, but it was a weak sound and his hips rocked up a little against the other man. Jet clicked his tongue, the hardness he could feel forming in Kobra's tight jeans said everything but no. He lifted himself a little, bracing his weight on his uninjured shoulder while the other hand crept between them to rub Kobra through his jeans. Kobra made a needy noise, his cheeks flushing darkly in shame at the way his hips bucked into the strong hand.
"Mikey..." Jet murmured low, that tone in his voice that made Kobra shudder despite himself. Jet leant in, kissing Kobra again, swallowing his little moans even as he continued to rub at him through his jeans. Kobra whimpered a little, shutting his eyes as he let Jet touch him. If Jet said his shoulder didn't hurt then surely it was okay? Poison was just being cautious and...
"Ray... Oh... Hey. Uh!" Kobra mumbled when Jet's hand stroked further down between his thighs, cupping and squeezing slightly. Kobra squirmed slightly against the bed, a slight frown forming on his face. Jet saw it, but didn't give the younger man room to protest his attentions. He leant in, kissing Kobra's slightly pouty mouth, swallowing his little pleasured noises and smiling against his lips. Kobra's body rocked up against Jet's rubbing hand, enjoying the friction more than he'd ever admit, and Jet growled a little, shifting and letting his own confined erection rub against Kobra's hip. Kobra broke the kiss at the feeling of Jet's obvious hardness against him, biting his lip hard and twisting his head away, squeezing his eyes closed.
Jet rocked against him even as he continued to stroke through his jeans, loving the way Kobra was almost unconsciously squirming against him. Loving the pleasured look on his face. He kissed along Kobra's jaw, whispering in his ear,
"You getting close..."
Kobra tossed his head slightly, before releasing his lip, his mouth falling open as he nodded hard. "Yeah... Jet..."
"You shouldn't stain your jeans..." Jet mumbled, grinning a little at the low noise Kobra made in response. He moved his hand up, starting to tug a little at the fly of Kobra's jeans, wanting to get it open. Kobra gasped, his eyes opened and fixed on the older man, but he didn't fight him trying to get into his pants.
Actually, at this point in time, Kobra was more than happy for more attention. He was so close...
"Hey, guys, Poison was wond-Oh, shit! Sorry!"
The pair on the bed froze, Kobra hurriedly squirming his way out from under the older man, curling his legs up to hide his erection. Jet made a noise in frustration, sitting up to look over at Fun Ghoul where he stood in the doorway. Ghoul was grinning sheepishly, at least he looked guilty for interrupting them. Jet just looked at him pointedly and Ghoul cleared his throat, starting again with a odd smile on his face.
"Poison was just... Uh. Wondering how Jet was doing... But... Well..."
"My shoulder is fine." Jet smiled at him, glancing pointedly at Kobra who was starting to look a little pouty. He huffed a sigh. "In fact, I'm thinking of getting up and walking about. I'm sick of being in bed."
Ghoul was still smiling in that somewhat awkward way, watching as Jet got up and stepping aside to let him through the door. He glanced back at Kobra, finally tempting a quiet,
"Sorry, Mikes."
Kobra huffed, trying to hide his embarrassment with a sulky expression. "It's fine. Don't let him... Don't let him..."
"Strain himself?" Ghoul suggested helpfully, a note of teasing in his voice that earned him a glare. Ghoul took the hint and left Kobra alone. The second Ghoul was gone, Kobra let down his legs, grimacing at the continuing bulge in his jeans. Now he had to deal with this. He got to his feet, shuffling over to the door Ghoul had oh so helpfully left open, pushing it shut and leaning against it.
Damnit, why had Ghoul interrupted? He'd been so close... With Jet's hand and... ugh. Not that he'd wanted it with Jet's hand, but... well. Now he had to finish himself and that was a less than pleasant prospect.
Kobra bit his lip, his whole body hunched in self-disgust as he unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand inside. He made a low noise as his hand curled around himself. God, Jet got him so excited. He stroked quickly, squeezing his eyes closed. This was going to be quick, and he struggled not to think about Jet's large hand in place of his own. The brief thought had him moaning, and he cringed at the sound. He had to be quiet, and just get this done before someone came looking for him.
He was close from Jet's attentions and Ghoul's interruption hadn't really done anything to stifle it. He stroked fast, not bothering with anything fancy, just up and down his length, hard and fast. His face scrunched as he felt the peak building in his stomach. He grit his teeth against a noise. He didn't want to make any noise, someone would hear. It was bad enough he could hear the sound of the hand over himself. God. He was almost there. His hand sped up even more, wanting to push himself over that edge. This was going to be over. Very. Very. Soon-
"Uh, Ray!" Kobra moaned, his breath hitching as he came over his own hand and onto the floor. He shuddered with his orgasm, panting softly as he came back down. He slumped back against the door, resting his head against it and thinking about the name he'd said as he'd cum. What had gotten into him?
On the other side of the door, Jet stood frozen. He'd been coming back to check on the younger man. He was wondering if he was mad, but instead he'd heard Kobra's climax, heard the soft, heated sound of his name on Kobra's lips. Had he really just...? Kobra had been jerking off over him, from Jet making him hard earlier. He wet his lips, unable to stop a little smile, though it disappeared when the door opened. They both jumped guiltily at the sight of each other, Kobra going red. Jet looked at Kobra who was staring back a little wide eyed. Jet just smiled at him, the hint of knowing in his eyes making Kobra chew on the inside of his lip.
"What?"
"Nothing, I was just... coming to check on you."
Kobra blushed indignantly but Jet moved, pushing him back against the wall. Kobra drew in a sharp breath in surprise, only to feel Jet's hand on his fly. He was freaking out, what did Jet think he was playing at? Making to touch him right now? Anyone could see! Poison could see, Gracie could see. Not to mention he'd only just finished and-
"Your fly was open," Jet pointed out softly as he pulled up the zip. He leant in so his lips were right next to Kobra's ear and whispered a naughty little promise. "Next time, I promise I'll finish you by my own hand..."
And with that he turned and walked away, smiling to himself, leaving Kobra wishing he didn't enjoy that thought so much.
Hope you've enjoyed the second last chapter! :D I'll be posting the last one soon, I promise!
Author: zero_capital_z, I might be remembered as evil_lil_hobbit?
Pairing: Jet-Star/Kobra Kid and Party Poison/Fun Ghoul
Rating: R?
Summary: Back at the diner, Party Poison and Fun Ghoul sneak a moment alone. Jet's healing, but Kobra takes some convincing of the fact.
Warnings: Rubbing off (PP/FG) and some groping and masturbation. :P
Disclaimer: Nothing earned, maybe some readers gained?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Poison was just making his way through the back door of the diner, thinking about maybe checking up on Jet and Kobra. It was good that he was awake, and he said he was feeling fine, but Poison had insisted he stay in bed a bit longer. Kobra was doing better now too, he was eating and sleeping more, which was comforting. He'd been seriously worried about his little brother for awhile there. He was too busy thinking about this to notice someone slipping up behind him, making a sharp noise in surprise when he was grabbed suddenly from behind. He heard Ghoul's laughter and relaxed slightly as Ghoul used his grip to push the caught off-guard Poison against the wall, leaning up to kiss him roughly. Poison growled a little into the kiss, curving his fingers over the back of Ghoul's neck and holding him close. They kissed heatedly for a moment before Poison finally pulled back. He let out a rough breath as Fun Ghoul ground his hardening length against him.
"Hey... Frankie, c'mon..."
"Gee, I know... we can't... y'know, fuck. But I could just... we could just rub off?"
"Yeah?" Poison murmured softly, a slight smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth showing he liked the idea. This spurred the younger man on, and he pressed himself closer to the red haired man. Ghoul stroked down his chest and smiled suggestively back.
"Yeah, just thought... it'd help you relax?"
Poison looked sorely tempted by the fingers tracing down his chest, and by the heat pressed against his hip, the way Ghoul was almost unconsciously rubbing. He wet his lips, looking around himself before softly wondering, "Where's Grace?"
Ghoul's smile gentled slightly, knowing Poison's hesitation. "She's in with Mikey and Ray... but, Gee, baby... you wanna...?"
Poison seemed excited by the idea that they actually had some time alone, reaching up and pulling Ghoul into another rough kiss. Ghoul moaned happily into the kiss, grinning and moving to grind his hips more fervently against his lover. He purred as Poison broke away with a low groan, obviously hardening in response to Ghoul's attentions. Ghoul bit his lip playfully, pushing hard against the other man's swelling erection, purring up at him.
"Mmm, you do wanna..."
"Course I do... wish I could fuck you, though, babe," Poison replied, instantly adopting that low, sleazy voice he got during sex. Ghoul shuddered, biting his lip harder, arching his body against the older man.
"I wish you could too, Gee. But this feels good too..."
"You always feel good... nngh. Frankie..." Poison grunted a little, his hands moving to slide down Ghoul's sides, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer, grinding against him hard. Ghoul made a low noise, tilting his head to the side and tracing kisses down Poison's jaw. Poison made a noise in the back of his throat, tilting his head so that Ghoul had room to kiss at his neck. Ghoul hummed happily.
"You've been so tense lately, Gee..." Ghoul murmured against Poison's rapid pulse, licking the sweat that was starting to show on his skin, his hands tight on Poison's waist. "Mm, think this'll help you loosen up some..."
"I think you're loose already," Poison smirked back. Ghoul growled softly, biting hard at Poison's neck in retaliation. Poison hissed, taking a hand from Ghoul's hip to fist it in his hair, yanking his head back. Ghoul grinned dirtily at him, licking his lips.
"I thought you always said I was tight..." he muttered back, only to have his smart comment stifled by an almost vicious kiss. Ghoul gave the raunchiest moan into Poison's mouth, biting at his lips, rubbing eagerly against him. It was clear he was turned on by Poison's domination. Poison growled, this was heated and dirty and he needed it so badly. He needed Ghoul so badly. Ghoul tugged against the hand in his hair, moving to push his face against Gerard's shoulder, bucking against him. "Fuck, Gee..."
"Frankie..." He moved, cupping Fun Ghoul's face and tilting it up so he could look at him. He looked so hot right now, his face was all flushed, his mouth hanging open and his eyes half closed. Poison groaned, rocking his hips up again the younger man's eager squirming. "You're... Nngh, so hard, Frank... Mmm..."
"Hard for you, Gee... Fuck, you turn me on," Ghoul muttered roughly, lifting one leg and curling it around Poison's thigh, using it to further his leverage, his movements picking up the pace. Poison was moving against him in time, groaning when Ghoul did this little wriggling thing against him. He trailed one hand down Ghoul's back to grab his ass hard, squeezing and groping, pulling him impossibly closer. "Nnnghh... nngggh. Gee. Geeee..."
"Getting close, baby... Mmm, fuck this friction is maddening," Poison growled back, leaning in to bite Ghoul's neck just below his scorpion tattoo, biting hard enough to make Ghoul whine. Ghoul reached up, grabbing Poison's shoulders, holding tight even as Poison licked slowly over the bite mark. Ghoul twisted his face, burying it into bright red hair as he panted to the older man.
"Gonna stain my fucking jeans."
"D'you want me to stop?" Poison wondered, his voice rough but with a low, teasing lilt to it. Ghoul shook his head hard, moaning and rubbing very purposefully.
"No. God, I don't give a... fuck. Fuck... Gee. C'mon. Almost!"
Poison lifted his head, capturing Ghoul's wicked mouth in a fierce kiss. He shoved his tongue into the younger man's mouth, Ghoul's tongue responding eagerly. He rubbed it around Poison's, sucking on Poison's tongue roughly. He bit it a little as Poison drew back, before his head fell back and he gave a low moan. Poison felt Ghoul's body buck and shudder hard against him as he came.
"Oh, Gee. God..." Ghoul panted, his hands still holding Poison's shoulders, his leg slipping from around Poison's thigh. Poison gave a pointed roll of his hips, one hand still tight on Ghoul's ass, and Ghoul grinned slightly. He moved to start rubbing against Poison's still needy body again, only having to work for a moment to have Poison go rigid against him. Poison stifled his groan of completion against Ghoul's willing lips before they both slumped back against the wall.
Ghoul pulled away, panting and flushed. He gave Poison a little smile, pleased to see it returned. Then he looked away with a regretful sigh. "I should go do some more work on the car... we don't want any more run ins like the last couple."
"Definitely not," Poison agreed, leaning back against the wall as he watched Ghoul go. He knew that Ghoul did, in some ways, blame himself for this. He'd been meaning to fix up the car before they were attacked. It needed a service, had for a while, but Ghoul had just never gotten around to it. But Poison knew it wasn't Ghoul's fault this had happened. No more than it was his own fault. Or Kobra's fault. He knew Kobra was blaming himself, because Jet had been protecting him when he'd been shot.
But he was pretty sure Jet didn't regret protecting Kobra. Even if he got shot. He was just glad that Kobra hadn't been hurt. Cause that's what mattered to him, Kobra mattered to him. It was the same for him about Ghoul, whether the younger man knew it or not. He sighed and stepped away from the wall. Checking on Jet could wait, he did have Kobra and Grace for company after all. Right now, he wanted to be with Ghoul...
"Poison says you have to stay in bed." Kobra stated pointedly and Jet sighed deeply, pushing his head back into the pillow. He wasn't really one to complain, but he was getting seriously sick of having to lie in bed all the time. Admittedly, he had been enjoying Kobra's company the whole time, unable to miss the little glances he kept casting him, and he'd had constant visits from Gracie. But, he couldn't stand lying down any more.
Jet tried to sit up, but Kobra instantly pushed him back down with a hand on his chest. Jet made a noise of frustration. It turned out that Kobra was also the strictest nurse. He'd never had to deal with this before; Kobra had never made such a fuss, usually staying loftily uninterested in his injuries. But this seemed to have really rattled him. Despite his frustration, he finally gave Kobra a fond smile.
"C'mon, I'm okay. You can let me up," Jet muttered insistently and Kobra quirked his mouth.
"No," he said firmly, swallowing hard at the look Jet gave him and fighting the urge to look away. He couldn't be strong if he wasn't looking at him. "Poison doesn't think you're strong enough yet... can't have you hurting yourself more."
Jet made a dismissive noise. "I can tell you I'm strong enough to sit up, honestly."
Kobra's face was set, but Jet was just as determined to prove he was fine to get out of bed, sick of being confined here. He reached up quick as a flash and caught Kobra's wrist where his hand remained on Jet's chest. Kobra gasped sharply, his eyes actually widening in surprise. Jet just grinned, pulling Kobra down and flipping them over before Kobra could have time to think to fight him.
"Jet! Shit!"
Jet squirmed around, moving to kneel over Kobra, pinning him firmly to the bed. Kobra twisted slightly beneath him, but Jet easily outmatched him in terms of strength. Kobra glared a little but Jet just grinned back, leaning in and pecking Kobra's tightly drawn mouth. Kobra gasped softly at the sudden and brief kiss, falling still in surprise.
"See? I think I'm perfectly strong... perfectly healthy. Do you need any more proof?" Jet wondered, his voice a little lower than it had been before, as he took full stock of their current positions. He hadn't meant for them to end up quite like this, just wanting to give Kobra a feel for his renewed strength, but now that he was on top of the younger man... Pinning him. It was kind of... hot. Kobra flushed at the change in his tone, jerking against Jet in another futile bid for freedom.
"Just what are you suggesting?"
"This," Jet replied smoothly, leaning in for another kiss. This one was deeper, his tongue slipping into Kobra's mouth. Kobra pushed up into the pleasant sensation of Jet's mouth on his at first, before remembering this was not what Jet was meant to be doing. He twisted his face away with a splutter.
"You shouldn't be doing this... You should be in bed and-"
"My shoulder feels fine. I'm not in any pain," Jet assured him softly, moving to press his hips down against Kobra, rubbing against him a little and Kobra made a strangled noise at the friction. He smiled again. "Besides, I am in bed... And so are you."
"Jet... no," Kobra protested, but it was a weak sound and his hips rocked up a little against the other man. Jet clicked his tongue, the hardness he could feel forming in Kobra's tight jeans said everything but no. He lifted himself a little, bracing his weight on his uninjured shoulder while the other hand crept between them to rub Kobra through his jeans. Kobra made a needy noise, his cheeks flushing darkly in shame at the way his hips bucked into the strong hand.
"Mikey..." Jet murmured low, that tone in his voice that made Kobra shudder despite himself. Jet leant in, kissing Kobra again, swallowing his little moans even as he continued to rub at him through his jeans. Kobra whimpered a little, shutting his eyes as he let Jet touch him. If Jet said his shoulder didn't hurt then surely it was okay? Poison was just being cautious and...
"Ray... Oh... Hey. Uh!" Kobra mumbled when Jet's hand stroked further down between his thighs, cupping and squeezing slightly. Kobra squirmed slightly against the bed, a slight frown forming on his face. Jet saw it, but didn't give the younger man room to protest his attentions. He leant in, kissing Kobra's slightly pouty mouth, swallowing his little pleasured noises and smiling against his lips. Kobra's body rocked up against Jet's rubbing hand, enjoying the friction more than he'd ever admit, and Jet growled a little, shifting and letting his own confined erection rub against Kobra's hip. Kobra broke the kiss at the feeling of Jet's obvious hardness against him, biting his lip hard and twisting his head away, squeezing his eyes closed.
Jet rocked against him even as he continued to stroke through his jeans, loving the way Kobra was almost unconsciously squirming against him. Loving the pleasured look on his face. He kissed along Kobra's jaw, whispering in his ear,
"You getting close..."
Kobra tossed his head slightly, before releasing his lip, his mouth falling open as he nodded hard. "Yeah... Jet..."
"You shouldn't stain your jeans..." Jet mumbled, grinning a little at the low noise Kobra made in response. He moved his hand up, starting to tug a little at the fly of Kobra's jeans, wanting to get it open. Kobra gasped, his eyes opened and fixed on the older man, but he didn't fight him trying to get into his pants.
Actually, at this point in time, Kobra was more than happy for more attention. He was so close...
"Hey, guys, Poison was wond-Oh, shit! Sorry!"
The pair on the bed froze, Kobra hurriedly squirming his way out from under the older man, curling his legs up to hide his erection. Jet made a noise in frustration, sitting up to look over at Fun Ghoul where he stood in the doorway. Ghoul was grinning sheepishly, at least he looked guilty for interrupting them. Jet just looked at him pointedly and Ghoul cleared his throat, starting again with a odd smile on his face.
"Poison was just... Uh. Wondering how Jet was doing... But... Well..."
"My shoulder is fine." Jet smiled at him, glancing pointedly at Kobra who was starting to look a little pouty. He huffed a sigh. "In fact, I'm thinking of getting up and walking about. I'm sick of being in bed."
Ghoul was still smiling in that somewhat awkward way, watching as Jet got up and stepping aside to let him through the door. He glanced back at Kobra, finally tempting a quiet,
"Sorry, Mikes."
Kobra huffed, trying to hide his embarrassment with a sulky expression. "It's fine. Don't let him... Don't let him..."
"Strain himself?" Ghoul suggested helpfully, a note of teasing in his voice that earned him a glare. Ghoul took the hint and left Kobra alone. The second Ghoul was gone, Kobra let down his legs, grimacing at the continuing bulge in his jeans. Now he had to deal with this. He got to his feet, shuffling over to the door Ghoul had oh so helpfully left open, pushing it shut and leaning against it.
Damnit, why had Ghoul interrupted? He'd been so close... With Jet's hand and... ugh. Not that he'd wanted it with Jet's hand, but... well. Now he had to finish himself and that was a less than pleasant prospect.
Kobra bit his lip, his whole body hunched in self-disgust as he unzipped his jeans and pushed his hand inside. He made a low noise as his hand curled around himself. God, Jet got him so excited. He stroked quickly, squeezing his eyes closed. This was going to be quick, and he struggled not to think about Jet's large hand in place of his own. The brief thought had him moaning, and he cringed at the sound. He had to be quiet, and just get this done before someone came looking for him.
He was close from Jet's attentions and Ghoul's interruption hadn't really done anything to stifle it. He stroked fast, not bothering with anything fancy, just up and down his length, hard and fast. His face scrunched as he felt the peak building in his stomach. He grit his teeth against a noise. He didn't want to make any noise, someone would hear. It was bad enough he could hear the sound of the hand over himself. God. He was almost there. His hand sped up even more, wanting to push himself over that edge. This was going to be over. Very. Very. Soon-
"Uh, Ray!" Kobra moaned, his breath hitching as he came over his own hand and onto the floor. He shuddered with his orgasm, panting softly as he came back down. He slumped back against the door, resting his head against it and thinking about the name he'd said as he'd cum. What had gotten into him?
On the other side of the door, Jet stood frozen. He'd been coming back to check on the younger man. He was wondering if he was mad, but instead he'd heard Kobra's climax, heard the soft, heated sound of his name on Kobra's lips. Had he really just...? Kobra had been jerking off over him, from Jet making him hard earlier. He wet his lips, unable to stop a little smile, though it disappeared when the door opened. They both jumped guiltily at the sight of each other, Kobra going red. Jet looked at Kobra who was staring back a little wide eyed. Jet just smiled at him, the hint of knowing in his eyes making Kobra chew on the inside of his lip.
"What?"
"Nothing, I was just... coming to check on you."
Kobra blushed indignantly but Jet moved, pushing him back against the wall. Kobra drew in a sharp breath in surprise, only to feel Jet's hand on his fly. He was freaking out, what did Jet think he was playing at? Making to touch him right now? Anyone could see! Poison could see, Gracie could see. Not to mention he'd only just finished and-
"Your fly was open," Jet pointed out softly as he pulled up the zip. He leant in so his lips were right next to Kobra's ear and whispered a naughty little promise. "Next time, I promise I'll finish you by my own hand..."
And with that he turned and walked away, smiling to himself, leaving Kobra wishing he didn't enjoy that thought so much.
Hope you've enjoyed the second last chapter! :D I'll be posting the last one soon, I promise!