just some nasty, gritty, trash ambreigns sex. don't read if you're easily disgusted bc lol i pulled out all the stops. dedicated to the bestie, lee.~
jon can't help but stare at joe, the older man's eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly, and the soft snore filling the quiet room, accompanying the sound of the mini bar's hum. a leg was tucked between joe's spread ones, head leaning against his strong shoulder and the fingers of his left hand traced the tribal tattoo permanently etched on his chest.
this man, this beautiful man, wasn't his. no matter how many times he wished joe was, no matter how many times they had sex, or how many conversations they had about wanting to be with each other, it was never going to happen. not in the business they're in. the last thing jon wanted to believe about the wwe was that they ridicule and belittled people who are the least bit different, turning them into some silly catchphrase to sell t-shirts and other merchandise, but that's all it's been about for the longest time. if anyone found out about him and joe, he feared that their push would come crumbling all the way down and jon worked too fucking hard to let that happen.
a shift, blue eyes quickly shot up to look at joe's relaxed face, eyes fluttering as he groaned gently and finally looked at jon, a smile easing over his beautiful lips. "you still ain't sleepin'?"
"told you i wasn't tired."
"liar. after that round, i know your ass is dyin' to get some sleep."
jon laughed and shook his head, sitting up to prop his head up against his hand. "yeah, well. maybe i just don't wanna waste any precious time sleepin' when i can be starin' at you."
"smooth with your words at four in the mornin', ain't you?" joe smirked and leaned up to press his lips against jon's softly before rolling out of bed, naked frame walking over to the bathroom just feet away.
jon sighed and laid back in the bed, closing his eyes and brushing a hand over his face. he'd fallen for joe long ago only he was too afraid to admit it. too afraid that joe wouldn't feel the same way so he acted as if they were doing nothing more than having some fun, blowing off some steam. no need for feelings, attachments, or drama when this was just a fling, right? groaning, the blond got out of bed and joined joe in the bathroom, arms wrapping around the bigger frame and placing a kiss against the space between his shoulder blades. "maybe another round will wear me out."
joe laughed, looking at jon through the mirror. "oh, yeah? you think you can handle another round?"
"uce, please. i can handle anythin' you throw at me."
"shit, alright. let's see if i can make you eat your words."
"why don't you put that mouth to good use another way instead and eat this ass?"
the samoan leaned his head back as he cracked up with that closed eyed, corners crinkled expression on his face that jon loved so much. "boy, you are too damn much. too damn fucking much.." turning in jon's arms, he didn't hesitate as he captured the others mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, breathing in their mixed scent along with the slight musk of dried up sweat from their previous session. he twisted their frames so that jon's body was pressed against the sink, reaching down to grip the back of one of his knees and hitched it up against his side.
jon's head swam from the mere touch of this man, large hands leaving patches of hot spots against his skin. he leaned into every movement, silently begging as his insides screamed for more, screamed for everything his best friend had to offer. god, it was so damn embarrassing how quickly he turned to mesh when it came to joe, but he didn't care- if he couldn't express his feelings verbally, this was the next best way to do so.
joe wasted no time in lifting jon and sitting him against the edge of the sink, his cock throbbing with need, erection pulsing with the desire to feel the tight, warm walls suffocate him once again. an addicting feeling that joe couldn't quit even if he tried; his own personal drug settled within the blond. with large fingers gripping jon's ass, he guided himself into the already abused, tender pink hole, easily slamming his length between trained walls. they molded and clung to fit him so perfectly, practically weeping with joy at being reunited with their master.
the younger man cried out with pleasure, arms wrapped around joe's neck as he held him close and kissed him breathlessly. this was his home, his sanctuary, with joe's massive girth deep inside of him, tickling that inner core, the bundled nerves that were never satisfied; needing more and more and more. legs circled around joe like hooks as his hips began to thrust forward, walls tightening around its welcomed intruder. "f-fuck me, baby.. god, so damn good.."
"mm.. fucking beautiful.. who do you belong to?"
"you.. i'm all y-yours, please, fuck me.."
"hm? what was that, princess?"
"f-fuck me, daddy.. i'm your good girl, please.."
things picked up, joe pulling out of the warmth and carried jon back to the bed, tossing him on the plush mattress face down. back arched, ass in the air, legs spread, arms pinned, the samoan pushed back into him with a possessive force that made jon cry out, grip the sheets, and tremble from head to toe. one hand gripping his hip, joe began to slam into jon over and over, once again untangling the tight ball in the center of his frame, the slapping of their skin filling the air like a beautiful symphony. he called jon names just how he liked it- his slut, his dirty whore- it only turned on the younger man even more, made him more needy, made him beg and thrust his hips back against the pleasured abuse joe was dishing out. the bed whined and creaked underneath them, headboard banging against the wall, but they continued as if they owned the damn place, not giving a shit who might be able to hear all the sins that were being committed in the privacy of their hotel room.
it wasn't long, already worn out from their first round, before jon came without so much as a touch to his aching length. his stomach tightened as he came, body straining to shoot out his load though a puddle had already formed on the bed underneath him. joe waited until his own climax came, which wasn't too far behind, filling jon with his seed and marking his rightful territory before allowing his 'slave' any relief. large hand circled around the semi-erect length and pumped it until there was nothing left, until every drop was collected on the sheets, as if it were jon's payment for joe's services. pulling his own flaccid cock out of the oozing reddened hole, joe laid back on the bed, pulling jon's face towards him and giving him a sloppy, breathless, pimp-kissing-one-of-his-hoes kiss before reaching down to collect some of the blond's cum from the sheets and inch two covered fingers into his mouth.
"dirty slut satisfied?"
"mm.. yes, daddy.." jon mumbled around the fingers as he held joe's wrist and practically made love to him until every drop of his cum was cleaned off. he leaned in and slipped his tongue into the other man's mouth, letting him suck off any remaining juices were left from his taste buds.
"come let daddy clean that sexy ass of yours." joe demanded and leaned back, waiting for jon to climb on top of him, legs bend on either side of him to practically sit on the samoan's face. joe balanced the other man with hands against his cheeks, spreading them lightly before his tongue began licking and lapping over the excess cum and massaging the tenderness of jon's hole.
it drove the blond wild when joe was in this mood, so possessive and demanding, so focused and determined to please him. it was something he rarely saw but then he did, boy, was he willing to do whatever the other man wanted in order to keep him happy. it was pathetic, really, like he was some sad lost puppy looking for approval, but he didn't care. he loved joe and he would do anything for him.
moments later, the high ended and both men laid back in the bed, now stripped of the sheets, spent. they curled around each other again, kissing each other's lips, necks, and shoulders until one of them fell asleep, which was always joe. but this night, before the older man slipped into unconsciousness, jon swore he heard the other mutter 'i love you,' but couldn't be sure. needless to say, despite being tired as all hell, he stayed up the rest of the night imagining his life with joe full of clear cut i love you's from the man he'd, unknowingly, given his heart to.
