John heard the phlegm sound hawked back into someone's throat just before the actual globule of mucus landed on the footpath in front of him. Stopping he looked down at it for a second before sliding his head to his left. His heart skipped a beat even as he grinned widely. "Classy T, real classy." He leapt forward, arms opening to fling themselves around the boy leaning negligently against the bike rack.
Arms enfold him, both of them holding tightly for a few seconds longer than they knew they should in public. John settled everywhere, mind, heart, body. Everywhere. It had been too long. "Missed you." He whispered quietly into the ear his lips brushed against, as they pulled away together.
"Me too." Trevor answered as he smacked John's shoulder, his eyes serious. He had missed John. Badly.
"So, your place after school?" John asked as they fall in together, walking past the Beacon Hills High School sign as the warning bell rings, reminding them that their senior school year is just beginning.
"Fuck yes." Trevor answers with a wicked grin.
"Dirty, man." John mutters, feeling his face flush. "And okay." He grins as Trevor trips over the flat floor at this words. "Watch it, there's a floor there."
"Oh funny, what do you mean okay?" Trevor looked at John as they stopped at their lockers, they'd had side-by-side ones since freshman year, both in the school corridors and in the locker room.
"I mean okay, it's time we do that." John glanced over as he stored his backpack. "If you're wanting to go all the way. With me I mean?" He feels a fine tremor start in his muscles at the thought that Trevor didn't want to take that final step with him. He'd been thinking of them doing it all summer long in Eastern Europe with his parents as his father's mother died slowly in front of them.
"Don't be fucking stupid, of course I want to." Trevor smacked the back of his head and John elbowed him. They got their books and slammed their lockers, turning in opposite directions for their homerooms.
"Well, okay then." Wiggling his strawberry blonde eyebrows John grinned, wide and excited. "You're going down." It was their way of talking sex in the open. Saying who was going down was who was going to suck who. Or in this case, whose butt was going to be on the receiving end this afternoon.
For their first time.
"Yeah, both of us. If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me dipshit." Trevor shot a finger at him as John laughed and flipped him off.
He really had missed his boyfriend. Or his best friend as everyone else thought of them.
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That afternoon they're at Trevor's place, heading up to his attic bedroom. Music is playing but not loudly, from where Trevor had left the radio on that morning. Trevor had moved up to the attic when he'd turned sixteen.
John still remembers the two of them manhandling the bed, mattress and the love seat up the stairs. He'd been thankful that T's mother had been gone for the afternoon given the amount of swearing they'd done.
Still though, John looks at the love seat with affection as he stops in the room doorway. It was there he'd given in and kissed Trevor, that very same afternoon as they'd flopped down on it, sweating like pigs and guzzling coca cola like crazy. Trevor had laughed with this exalted happiness to be a whole floor away from his mother who could no longer creep up on him given the fact that every single stair up to the attic creaked like mad.
Trevor shoving past John into the room, and flinging his backpack onto the chair by his desk breaks John from his reverie. "Missed you." He says again, repeating his words from this morning.
Looking up from his desk where he'd been rooting through a drawer, Trevor paused. "Fucking missed you too, every fucking day." Trevor said with feeling as he abandoned the desk drawer half-open.
Striding across the room, he flung himself at John and they crashed sideways onto the bed, the reinforced springs of the old frame not squeaking since Trevor made sure he kept them very tight and very very well oiled due to his nosy, always suspicious mother.
Their mouths eat at each other voraciously as they tussle around on the bed, kicking off their shoes and divesting themselves and each other of clothes. John gasps as Trevor's wide hands cup his cock through his jeans, his hips jerk forward, chasing his boyfriends touch desperately.
"Oh yeah, you want it." Trevor grinned as he pushed, putting pressure on John's hard-on.
"Told you." John answered as he struggled to get his jeans undone, fingers clumsy with want.
"Yeah, no. You want me in you." Trevor disagreed with John's earlier assessment and John shuddered at his words as he continued. "You want my fat dick in your pretty place, I can tell." His words, though confident are not backed up by his eyes which are nervous.
Realising he'd need to reassure Trevor, John let go of his jeans, leaving them open and his cock trapped in his briefs. "I do, you know I do. I'm ready for this T, I know you are, we've talked about it. We're ready." John clasped Trevor's face in his hands, palming his cheeks, thumbs stroking his high cheekbones. "Yes, I want your fat fucking cock in my hole, I've been waiting all fucking summer." John said before he kissed Trevor again, tongue stroking into his mouth and over his tongue before teasing it back into his own mouth.
"Potty mouth." Trevor said with a laugh when he pulled back.
"Yeah yeah." John said as he put his hands back on his jeans again, pushing them down, showing a damp spot on his briefs where he was leaking. He pushed back, up and off the bed to get undressed, flinging his clothes around haphazardly. Trevor doing the same while still on his bed kept John's hand's fumbling, a fine tremble setting in throughout his body.
Kicking off his jeans and briefs, he pounced on Trevor who still had his legs tangled. "Mine!" He laughed manically as he began to kiss whatever skin he could reach. His mirth settling into need as he re-memorised his boyfriend again. "God, I missed you." He knew he sounded like a broken record, but he couldn't help it.
Leaving opened mouthed kisses and licks in his wake, John pushed himself down Trevor's body, spreading himself wide so his cock and balls had room to move, his arousal ratcheting up. The more he got of Trevor, the more he needed.
Hands tangle in his hair, pushing him down slowly, not forcing or anything, just hinting that there was a place he needed to be. John grinned against Trevor's hot skin as he took the hint. In his own fashion.
Nosing around Trevor's fat, dripping cock, he inhaled a scent he loved, before he drifted lower, sucking a furry ball into his mouth to nurse on. "Shit." Trevor swore quietly and John huffed a laugh, humming in satisfaction.
"I hope not." He said teasingly as Trevor's dripping ball fell from his mouth.
"Fuck off." Trevor huffed at him as he reached for his bedside drawer. He grabbed the cream they'd bought after some experimentation and John snatched it from him. He wiggled his brows making Trevor roll his eyes as he opened it and stuck his fingers in.
"Watch." John said as he arched his back and leaned over. One hand braced on the bed beside Trevor's shoulder. He reached his other hand back and swirled his fingers over his back entrance.
"John…" Trevor fisted his own cock as his eyes watched John's actions in the mirror on his wardrobe door. They'd angled it where it was for exactly that reason. They got off on watching themselves.
"Yeah baby, me too." John twitched as he pushed his fingers inside. The endearment slipped out, neither of them realising it had been said. "I've been so ready for this, should have happened months ago." His body arched even more in pleasure. "My fingers weren't enough over the summer, I needed you."
Trevor moaned at John's words, jerking his cock and yanking down on his balls now. "Dammit, don't say shit like that or I'll go off."
"Maybe we should-"
"No, I'm coming in you." Trevor interrupted John and lurched up, his mouth crashing into John's as his hands pulled on his ass cheeks, spreading them so he could see what John was doing to himself. "Bet you feel so good inside, so soft." His kiss trailed off into a soft nibble and he pulled back, hunching himself under John's spread body.
Rolling out from under John, Trevor grabbed some cream from the pot as well and slathered his dick. The leftover cream on his hand and fingers he spread on John's ass, sliding his fingers around John's as they spear in and out of his body. "Should see yourself baby, your pink hole is so open now, your fingers pushing inside." Pushing two of his own fingers inside, Trevor's eyes roll at John's scorching heat as it envelops them. "Fuck." He said softly.
"Now." John murmured as he removed his own fingers, cream smearing across his ass cheek as he put his hand on his cock. "Now T."
Trevor spread his knees, taking John's with them so he was obscenely wide and open for Trevor's cock. "Yeah." He said on a whisper. Taking himself in hand, he gripped John's hip, holding them both steady as he put his cock at John's entrance.
"Now." John said again as Trevor felt his hole push out. Trevor pushed in, slow and steady until the head of his cock had passed through John's guardian muscle.
"Shitballs." John swore quietly as he felt himself stretch around Trevor's fat girth. "Do you have to be so fucking fat?" He swore again as he pushed back, trying to relax and breath and everything all at once. He gasped as Trevor suddenly slid in all the way and his balls slapped lightly on John's own, brushing together in a teasing kiss.
"Oh yeah." Trevor moaned the words as John's body squeezed his cock tightly.
"Fuck." John felt both of Trevor's hands on his hips now as he rolled his pelvis, his cock skating across the happy spot they'd discovered by accident just before their summer holidays. Nervous research at the library had found they'd discovered their prostate. Both were avid fans.
His dick wasn't hard anymore, but he found himself shivering, responding to Trevor's rolls and tiny thrusts.
"God, John." Trevor's voice was wrecked as he did his best not to simply rut into John's no longer virgin hole.
"Yeah." John groaned as he shivered some more. He knew he wasn't going to come, but god Trevor felt so good inside him. "God, T, fuck." He grunted, pushing his hips back with a flex of his knees, slamming himself onto Trevor's cock, pain and pleasure flaring inside him, nerve endings lighting up.
Another grinding thrust from Trevor and he felt, he felt warmth spread inside him. A groan and fingers gripping his hips bruisingly tight made John realise Trevor had come inside him for the first time. He already knew it wouldn't be the last. "T." John said, his voice shaking.
A heavy weight settled over his back, a rough chin on his shoulder, chapped lips brushing his neck, making him shiver all over again.
"Sorry." Trevor's hands slid up his flanks, brushing over his nipples as he continued to push into John's hole.
"Ugh, s'okay." John slurred as Trevor moved a hand back to his cock, clasping it over John's hand. He felt himself clench in pleasure making Trevor groan and try to push further into him as he found himself shuddering, his arm jerking as his hand began to be squeezed on his cock, synapses firing again as pleasure radiated outward through his body at Trevor's manhandling of him.
"Come for me baby." Trevor's breathless whisper in his ear made John twitch spasmodically as he tightened further on Trevor's softening cock and began to come. "That's it." Trevor breathed with John, jerking his hand and cock through an orgasm like no other.
Groaning as his elbow gave out, John fell forward on Trevor's bed, Trevor following him down, hips digging into his buttocks, trying and failing to keep his cock inside John. "Gerroff." John mumbled as his breath whooshed from him.
He felt Trevor huff a laugh, stomach pressing down on his back as he pulled John's pubic hair, sliding his hand out from under John's body. Wincing, John rolled over on his arm, feeling the slime of semen and the cream combining in his crack and trickling down his now empty balls.
Warmth envelops him as Trevor drags a blanket across them and cuddles against him. They lie in silence together, drifting as they take in what they'd just done. Watching the shadows of branches on the wall across Trevor's room, John rolled his thoughts around.
After some time, he wriggled around to face Trevor who was lying on his side, arm lifting to allow John to turn around. His eyes opened sleepily as John kissed his nose. Shaking his head a little, he moved forward, nosing over John's cheek, kissing it softly before pulling back and lifting his wrist to check his watch.
"Got time yet?" John asked as he slid an arm up Trevor's side and around his back.
"Yeah, a bit, not too much though." Trevor answered, eyes rolling as John scratched the back of his neck. "God, I missed you doing that."
"Me too." John murmured as he tugged a little as well. "Can't wait to do you." He grinned as Trevor moaned an assent.
They drift again for a while before they hear an industrial whistle sounding in the distance. It's their queue to get up, marking their time before Trevor's mother returns. John heads over to the desk, grabbing the water bottle there and a cloth. He wipes himself down with a grimace and rolls the cloth up to take home and wash as Trevor's mother still insisted on doing his washing, another measure of control she attempted over her son.
Watching as Trevor dressed after wiping himself down as well, John grinned as he saw that fine ass disappear beneath briefs and denim. He couldn't wait to be inside that hotness. Shaking his head, he finished dressing and they re-made the bed together. John made sure the washers weren't visible in his bag and they sat down to begin studying.
Words weren't necessary between them, they knew each other and how they both felt. They had all the time in the world. Later that evening as John took his leave, he grinned as he quickly bussed Trevor's cheek and was kissed in return. At the corner, he turned making sure Trevor's mother wasn't still in the doorway before he looked up.
There, silhouetted in the attic window stood a shadow, leaning on the window sill as John stood staring as well. Feeling's overwhelmed him suddenly as he clenched his butt, feeling the soreness and ache that would follow him for a few days. An ache he knew he'd feel again.
Jerking his chin in a nod, John waited for a nod in return before he turned and walked home.