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Chapter 4
The night was very cold where John lived. It was no longer the warm weaning summer months that he'd known before Jeff had attacked him the first time. It had begun to move closely into October and the cool night air began to drop to, what John found to be, a rather comfortable temperature. He'd often enjoyed propping the windows open at this time of year in order to feel the colder air, allowing him to sleep much better during the night. This night however, was different. He'd mulled the plan over in his head and he'd made up his mind. Tonight, he was going to try and make friends with the very being that deformed his face, chest and lower torso. This had to go smoothly; smoothly enough anyway so that if someone was getting hurt tonight, it was going to be John and John only.
A soft breeze blew outside, letting the cool air creep softly into John's bedroom, causing him to shiver a little. He loved the feeling; the way that his nerves fired and caused him to shake sporadically out of control for a brief moment before his brain triumphed and took control again. He ran his finger up his bare forearm, feeling each individual goose bump as he traced up the length of it, grinning softly and sitting down on his bed. He glanced over the walls that had kept all of his posters, both gaming and bands alike. His eyes glossed over the desk, cluttered with papers and writing utensils from his high school years. John smirked softly to himself as he remembered his past friends and teachers as he shifted his legs over and lay lengthwise on his bed, leaving enough space for someone else if they were so inclined. He rolled over and flicked the overhead light off and rolled to the other side of the bed, flicking on a small lava lamp and watching as the solidified top and bottom bits glowed brightly but remained frozen. Once the soft ambient glow filled the room, John sighed a long but soft breath and began to unlace his shoes, removing them and placing them at the foot of his bed. He stood up and went to his closet, shifting the contents around and pulling out a pair of combat boots. Smiling ear to ear, he quickly put them on and laced them to a comfortable feel and tied them nice and tight. He then lay back onto his pillows, crossing his arms behind his head and began to stare at his ceiling.
His mind wondered from all the memories that were all bottled up in his head, going back to his earliest encounters with his parents during his childhood. He drew his tongue, almost reflexively now because of Jeff's incisions, across his lips, tracing the scar along the inside of his mouth. Just as he did this, his eyes just happened to glaze over a poster of the Joker from "The Dark Knight" standing in front of a rather run down portion of Gotham City. He giggled softly to himself while muttering something along the lines of "Why so serious?" before letting out an outright chuckle. One of his hands dislodged itself from under the back of his head and slid under his pillow, gripping something and pulling it out. In his hand sat a sheathed Smith&Wesson Buffalo Knife. He unsnapped its safety and pulled the blade out, swirling it around in his hand before flicking it up and spinning it on top of his wrist and catching the grip again to where the knife now sat in his hand to where the blade pointed away from his body. The soft rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance, causing John to look over to his window. Nothing was out of the ordinary, no figures sat ominously outside, staring into his room, nothing disturbed outside or any of the fences or small bushes knocked over.
"Come on Jeffy, I'm not going to be awake all night now." Said John. A small moment of pure silence passed through the room and the night outside before John heard something that made his blood run cold.
"Then maybe you should just Go to Sleep." Said a voice, clearly Jeff's coming just from the outside of John's window. John gripped his knife tighter this time, sitting up slightly before he saw the narrow outline of Jeff's matted down black hair blending in perfectly with the dark setting of the night outside. "And you left the window open just like you promised. You're either very brave or incredibly stupid." He said.
"Eh, more than likely a little of both." Said John, getting up and opening up his window a bit more so his guest could have enough space to come in. He reached his free hand out to Jeff, who grabbed it and held it in the outside night. The both of them froze, Jeff's free hand in the center pocket in his sweatshirt, definitely gripping his knife while John held the knife against his wall behind the window sill, hiding it from Jeff's view.
"No, I've done my homework on you John. You're different, special even." Said Jeff.
"Oh now you're just flirting." Said John. The both of them cackled softly as they each tugged softly, testing to see who would be dominant in this. Looking down, John saw Jeff's grip tighten around something in his center pocket.
"You should come outside…babe~." said Jeff. John's scarred smile twitched a slight bit.
"Don't you think it would be more comfortable in here, shnookums~?" asked John. Jeff and John giggled awkwardly to themselves now, as their gazes both settled on their clasped hands again. Jeff's gaze then fell upon John's waist, as he cocked his head to the side slightly as he saw the outline of something cylindrical clipped to his belt. Looking just a hair lower, he noticed two curved bulges that looked as if four circles had been welded together, identifying them as brass knuckles.
"Someone's ready for a fight." Said Jeff. John's demeanor switched a bit as he frowned at his lack of ability to keep his protective measures safe from view. "I respect that…immensely." Jeff's free hand moved quickly from his center pocket, John's hand immediately flew out from behind the window sill and sparks flew as their knives clashed and struggled hard against one another.
"You got the drop on me once. Not gonna happen again babe." Said John, being truly sincere with his pet name this time. Jeff's face fell blank for a moment, allowing John to shove his knife hard against Jeff's pushing him off balance. John then pulled Jeff hard against the window, slamming his face into the side of the window, causing him to grunt loudly. While this happened, John attempted to remove his hand from Jeff's but was deterred by a certain vice-like grip causing John to grunt.
"I don't know how you got the drop on me like that!" said Jeff, growling and laughing at the same time. He shifted his weight and pulled John outside throwing him across the lawn. John rolled before he quickly stood up but was tackled by Jeff again, dodging a stab that was meant for his face. John shifted up and kneed Jeff in the balls while shifting his head to dodge another stab from Jeff, who grunted and buckled slightly. Jeff reached up and slammed John in the ribs, before delivering another punch swiftly into John's diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to drop his knife. As he gasped for air, John saw Jeff's knife being raised up again and diving for his face. He quickly reached up and blocked it, the tip of the knife a mere inch away from his eye. His arm twitched and the muscles began to shake and weaken against Jeff's practiced hands.
"It's okay my love. I'm right here with you. Now….Go…To… SLE-" Jeff didn't even get to finish his line before feeling John buck his hips up hard, allowing his legs to slide up and wrap themselves around Jeff's face. John instinctively drove the backs of his knees, which were now both pressed against Jeff's lips, straight into the ground. John reached over for his knife again but couldn't find it in the dark. He cursed audibly and kicked Jeff away before standing up again and reaching for the cylindrical object that he'd had sheathed against his belt. Pulling it out and flicking his wrist hard, a retractable baton slid out. Jeff was on his feet again in an instant and running at John, who immediately swung the baton and cracked Jeff straight across the face with the it. Jeff screamed and tripped, holding his face and rolling a bit, while John ran over and stomped straight onto Jeff's back and knocked him into the dirt again. He quickly got on his knees and sat right on the backs of Jeff's arms before sliding the baton under his neck and pulling up. Jeff began to scream and gasp for air as John began to lift his chin and slide his neck back to where he was beginning to look up at him.
"I'll do it Jeff. I swear I will!" screamed John, tears beginning to stream down his face. Jeff cackled and began to stream tears down as well as he gasped for air again.
"No you won't. Not to me anyway. You're alone John. I'm all you have, next to mommy and daddy that is." Said Jeff. John's grip tightened around the baton as Jeff mentioned his parents.
"What did you do to them?" said John through grunted teeth, pulling back harder, causing Jeff to gasp harder.
"Nothing…yet." Said Jeff, inhaling deeply and reaching with his knife and piercing John in the thigh. John grunted in pain and lifted it off of Jeff's knife arm, who rolled and reached around, wrapping his knife arm around John's neck. John, feeling this, tightened his grip on the baton even harder, holding Jeff's neck, fully prepared to snap it. Both of them froze, unsure of what to do next. John, feeling warm liquid trickling down his thigh, began to hear maniacal cackling from Jeff. "Oh my goodness John, you are much more fun when you're not restrained to a hospital bed." John remained silent, not feeling like giving Jeff any lead way this time, while he licked across his lips again, tracing the scar on the inside of his mouth. He felt Jeff's head shift in an almost, nuzzling kind of way as he kept giggling to himself.
"Please Jeff, don't do anything to my parents. They've done nothing to deserve anything that you'd unleash on them." Said John, beginning to plead. Jeff laughed even harder, not sounding like a good sign to John at all.
"Why would I want to kill them? You are, by far, the much better prize." said Jeff, nuzzling John some more.
"A-are you nuzzling me?" asked John.
"Of course, you're mine remember?" asked Jeff. "I do with you as I please. As long as I am allowed to do anything I want to you, then no one else has to be harmed. Because you, are by far the most fun person that I've ever had the pleasure to unleash terror upon." Said Jeff.
"Are you going to kill me?" asked John, his eyes now staring up at the sky, the stars beginning to be consumed by the coming rain clouds. He felt Jeff shift his head and a soft, wet warm muscle that John assumed to be Jeff's tongue, glide up his cheek while he felt the knife press against his neck, almost as if pushing his face towards Jeff's. John did as he was told, and leaned his face into Jeff's, opening his lips and wrapping them around the tip of Jeff's tongue before sucking softly on it and sliding his own tongue across it. The both of them began to moan softly to themselves before John's tongue lolled out and traced the massive smile in Jeff's face, licking over the somewhat scarred and scabbed over smile, causing Jeff to moan from the bottom of his throat and into John's mouth. They began to close their eyes and press their lips harder against one another, moaning into each other's mouths before they parted and opened their eyes.
"Jeff?" asked John.
"Mhmm?"
"If I let go will you let go?" asked John.
"We'll find out won't we?~" asked Jeff. John didn't like that and rolled his eyes, as he leaned forward and nipped at Jeff's upper lip, earning the knife's edge being pressed harder into the side of his neck, causing John to squeeze harder on Jeff's neck.
"Shall we do it on three?" asked John. Jeff stared into John's eyes, expressionless and allowing his eyes to bore into his very being. John sighed. "One…..two…three." said John, slightly loosening his grip and not feeling Jeff do the same, causing him to squeeze against Jeff's neck again. Jeff cackled and licked John's lips before biting him hard on his bottom lip. John groaned and blushed, not that Jeff could see in the darkened surroundings.
"One….two" said Jeff, pressing the knife harder against his neck, causing John to squeeze harder. "Three." Said Jeff, pressing even harder and lightly dragging the blade across John's skin before lifting it off and resting his hand on the ground. John, who'd had his eyes clenched shut hard and his teeth gritted so hard that his jaw cramped up, opened his eyes before staring at Jeff with shock and disbelief in his eyes. He slowly began to loosen his grip and let the baton fall limp against Jeff's shoulder.
"I won't if you won't." said John, who now began to taste the decay in his mouth from Jeff's tongue. Jeff cackled and grinned, nodding softly to John, both of them shifting and resting their heads on each other's shoulders. The stinging pain in his thigh now began to pull hard on his new wound on his leg. He grunted and reached down and pressed against the stab wound while Jeff cackled and rubbed his cheek bone.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" asked Jeff, rubbing his, more than likely, fractured cheek bone.
"Does it even matter?" asked John. He felt Jeff's head shake no as he reached up and softly ran his fingers through Jeff's matted greasy hair. He felt Jeff's body jump at the feeling, his whole body twitched and the muscles tense before they slowly began to relax. "Does this mean we're a thing now?" he asked.
"You're so desperate John." Said Jeff, his face blank and staring up at the night sky as well. John frowned against the sky and stopped running his fingers through Jeff's hair. Jeff picked up John's hand and put his fingers back into his hair. John's eyebrows furrowed and he returned to running his fingers through Jeff's hair again. "I never said you could stop."
"You're sending mixed messages." Said John, gripping a fistful and tugging softly on Jeff's hair. He tensed up again and moaned audibly as he also reached up and pulled a bit roughly on John's hair.
"Why are you so bent on being with me?" asked Jeff. "What could you possibly have crawling around inside your head that you want to stay with a terror of the night like me?" said Jeff, his voice now a grunt.
"Because you're alone, and so am I. I know how it feels to be that odd one out, that misunderstood person that no one would even think to bat an eye to, let alone strike up a conversation with. You, you of all people should know what it feels like. To feel their piercing eyes, judging you, turning their close minded noses up at you, the complete disgust that they have just at the fact that you were born! You deserve to have a friend Jeff. I want to be YOUR friend." Said John, grunting at Jeff pulling on his hair, now at maximum strength. Jeff didn't even respond, although his breathing became much deeper and longer, almost as if he were forcing the air in and out of his lungs. "I've never lied to you." Said John, now sounding like he was choking back a sob.
"Oh please. You've never killed anything before have you?" said Jeff, cackling into the night air.
"And you've never fucked anything before have you?" said John, almost purely on sarcastic instinct. Jeff pulled on his hair again before loosening his grip once more.
"Touche Johnny boy." Said Jeff who shifted his head and pressed his tongue up and down John's cheek again. "I….I could teach you if you wanted." He said, almost as if he were being truly sincere.
"You…..you mean that?" asked John, almost sounding excited. Jeff cackled and nodded, beginning to try and sit up.
"You're so twisted." Said Jeff, sitting up and smirking, without the carved smile. "But first, I'd like to pierce you with that weapon of mine." Said Jeff, immediately falling back onto the grass, the back of his head slamming into John's shoulder.
"We just went a round; you stabbed me in the thigh and I cracked you across the face with a baton. And now you wanna fuck?" asked John. Jeff kept it up with his insane cackles as he sat up again, this time staying up.
"By the way, that was very…different, to feel someone's tongue in my smile like that. Do it again peasant." He said. John raised an eyebrow.
"So I'm you're peasant now?" he asked.
"It's a step up from being a liar like all the rest John. If this turns out to be fun tonight, maybe I will call you friend after." Said Jeff, trying to stand against a nearby tree while John began to sit up and stand on his good leg, avoiding the act of putting pressure on the one Jeff had wounded. The both of them somewhat leaned on each other as they limped back towards John's window, stopping midway for John's knife. Jeff took it and licked up the side of it, tasting nothing but sleek metal. He shook his head, clearly agitated that John hadn't yet used this on anyone. He tossed it through the open window, the knife landing flat on the bed, making a soft *pat* as it lay there. As the two of them got to the window sill, the looked each other in the eye before John brought up his hand near Jeff's.
"Truce for the night love?" asked John. Jeff grunted and nodded, managing to shift so that his hand clasped John's so they could shake on it.
"Don't think I'm not gonna make use of that new hole I just put in your leg Johnny~." Said Jeff, giggling and licking across his smile, while John did the same to his lips. He blushed softly and grinned at the delightful foretold feelings of pain and pleasure that his new lover was going to inflict on him. John motioned for Jeff to climb through and he did without a moment's hesitation, removing his knife and placing it in an empty space on John's desk on the other side of the room. As John struggled to climb up into his room, he watched as Jeff grabbed his knife from the bed and placed it next to his own on the desk, crossing them and letting the blades rest on one another. He then came back to the window and gripped John's hand, pulling him up into the room, the two of them then beginning to stare awkwardly at one another, neither of them expecting things to actually get this far.
"So….what now?" asked John, slightly surprised that Jeff had done nothing to him yet. Jeff looked as if he'd momentarily spaced out and his face showed nothing but a blank expression. John gave Jeff's hand a soft squeeze in an attempt to bring his new friend back to reality. Jeff came back from his slight trip and looked at John, unsure of what to do.
"I um…don't know." Said Jeff. There was something legitimately off about him now. John crossed it under the fact that he didn't seem to know quite how to function since killing was all he ever did when he was alone with another. Now that he's not going to actually kill someone and get close to them: a.) his urges are going to go through the roof, in which case I need to keep him inside this room at all times, and b.) this is going to leave him in a very mentally vulnerable state, perhaps a state that I can use to my own advantage. thought John to himself.
"Well, how about…I start?" asked John, leaning in closer to Jeff's face again and lapping his tongue at the carved smile in his face, tracing from one side, down his lips, across his teeth and up to the other side of the smile. Jeff pressed against John's chest in protest at first before gripping his shirt and pulling him closer, groaning into his mouth and pressing his fingers into John's flesh as he drew his fingers up and down John's spine. John moaned at the feeling of Jeff's hand moving up and down his back before suddenly moving below his waist and squeezing, causing John to jump, hips first, into Jeff's waist. He gripped Jeff's sweatshirt, a light brown from all the times it had been cleaned and then had dried up blood spilled into it, and started to tug it upwards. Jeff surprisingly went along with it, lifting his arms up and allowing John to practically rip his sweatshirt off and toss it across the room. Jeff immediately did the same with John's clothing from the waist up. From what John could see, it seemed that Jeff's body, despite the rumored damage that his entire form took on that horrible day, seemed almost completely intact. There were no burn scars, anywhere at all on his toned torso, however it was bleached white, most likely by Jeff himself in order to completely match all parts of his skin to his face. His face itself was also relatively intact, seeing as the bleach itself would have merely acted as a sort of shield when Jeff had been set on fire by Randy.
John hesitantly reached up as he crouched down and softly dragged his fingers across Jeff's lower torso, feeling the toned muscles and seeing various cuts and scars every now and again, running his fingers across each of them as well as the individual divots that lay in between each of Jeff's muscles. His body was, overall, quite beautiful, almost god-like with a lean but muscular figure. It was in this moment of awe that John began to feel a hand on the back of his head, and then the hand suddenly pressing his face toward a noticeable bulge in Jeff's pants. John's cheek was the first part of his facial flesh to touch Jeff's bulge; he moaned softly to himself as he began to feel somewhat dominated over by Jeff, as he softly nuzzled the bulge and kissed it through the denim and fabric of Jeff's clothing. Jeff leaned his head back and moaned softly towards the ceiling, falling back onto the mattress as he felt John pushing him back. John rubbed the bulge in Jeff's pants while he kissed at it again before moving his lips up and kissing softly at Jeff's lower naval, feeling Jeff's hand at the back of his head again. In his head, John was screaming from the pressure that he was putting on his injured leg, however the adrenaline from lust was soon kicking in and John felt nothing but a raging hardon from the waist down. He began to kiss at the point just below Jeff's belly button, lapping at the spot softly before tracing each individual muscle with his tongue. Jeff sincerely grinned, lolling his tongue out across his carved smile as he watched John intently, reaching out and licking John's tongue up and down as their mouths became inches away from one another.
John moaned and kissed Jeff a bit more forcefully this time, testing his dominance, and inserting his tongue into Jeff's mouth. He wanted to vomit from tasting nothing but rot and decay from the lips onward, however, as much as he churned on the inside, he kept it down and kept up a poker face that would have made the Devil himself flinch. He braced himself on Jeff's arms as he felt his newfound lover's retaliation, Jeff slamming his tongue into John's mouth and pinning his own to the bottom. Once dominance had been established, Jeff took this chance to be exploratory and see to it that John was punished for forgetting his place. John opened his eyes with an almost pleading look as he realized that Jeff's eyes were closed, the realization causing an almost proverbial "time-out", as John separated abruptly from Jeff's lips.
"You…your eyes." Said John in confusion. Jeff blinked again.
"What about them?" asked Jeff.
"The lids…you…still have them." Said John. Jeff became just as confused as John did.
"Um, yeah why wouldn't I?" asked Jeff.
"The…story on the internet…you…it said you burned off your eyelids." Said John, unsure of his own words now. Jeff grinned and shook his head, taking John's chin by his index finger and thumb.
"Don't believe everything you read off the internet John. It could be a lie for all you know." Said Jeff. John blushed and looked away, embarrassed at the slight lack of common sense he just displayed. His focus was brought immediately back to Jeff as he felt a rough spank and squeeze from Jeff's hand on his left cheek, causing John to blush and moan. Out of pure instinct he opened his mouth and bit down on Jeff's neck, sucking hard and lapping at the flesh he held in his mouth. Jeff grunted and squeezed John's ass harder at the feeling of teeth on his neck, before reaching in between John's legs from behind and pressing hard on the fabric of his jeans. John moaned into Jeff's neck and started to softly grind into Jeff's hips, massaging both their hardons with his forward motion and pressing against Jeff's finger through the fabric with his backward motion. The entire motion felt very right to John as he ceased his bite and looked into Jeff's eyes, an apologetic stare on John's face. "My turn." Said Jeff.
He rolled John over and clamped his teeth hard onto the back of one of John's shoulders, reaching around and gripping John's erection through his jeans and moving his hand up and down. John moaned into the room and reached up, gripping a fistful of Jeff's hair and using it to press Jeff's teeth down harder into his shoulder as he bucked his hips into Jeff's hand. Jeff began to reach down and unbutton John's jeans, his teeth breaking the skin and causing small droplets of blood begin to trickle down his back and over his collar bones, the feeling of warmth causing John to blush and moan as he felt one of Jeff's hands drag its fingers up his front and towards his lips. Jeff slid his index finger past John's lips, who instinctively began to suck hard on the digit, wrapping his tongue around the tip. Jeff groaned and pulled Johns pants down to his thighs before reaching back up and tugging his boxers down too and feeling his hardened cock. John arched his back away from Jeff and groaned around Jeff's finger and bit down lightly as Jeff released his grip from John's shoulder.
"No teeth!" he said forcefully, squeezing John's cock and biting down even harder on his other shoulder. John nodded and moaned again around Jeff's finger and moved his head back and forth. This went on for a few minutes before Jeff removed his finger and pushed John into the mattress this time. "Enough practice.~" he said, his crooked smile twitching slightly as he removed his own jeans and reached down, pulling the remainder of John's clothing off and tossing them aside. John looked Jeff up and down and saw that he was immensely thorough with bleaching his entire body. He stared John in the eye and lapped lightly at the finger he'd just had in John's mouth before coming down and crawling up to John's lips again, kissing him hard and pressing his head into the pillows while wrapping his arms around John's neck. "Ready for a snack bitch?" John blushed and nodded at Jeff, opening his mouth with anticipation. "Good, I like it when they're eager." Jeff stood back up on his knees at John's face and dragged his cock across John's face. John turned and lapped at the shaft as it moved passed his face, his hands reaching up and feeling Jeff's toned yet somewhat effeminate hips and positioning them himself so that he immediately began to deepthroat Jeff.
Jeff moaned and tilted his head back, his eyes rolling up as he ran a hand through his hair and roughed it up a bit, as he began to thrust his hips into John's mouth. Looking back down, he caught a glimpse of John briefly looking up at him and winking; John himself would have sworn that he'd seen a slight blush flash across Jeff's face as he thrusted harder into his mouth. John moaned around Jeff's cock, especially when the tip reached all the way back into John's throat and rubbed against his vocal cords, the vibrations clearly driving Jeff insane as John watched his entire body tense up and a slight droplet of drool trickle down his lips and chin. John felt all behind Jeff's hips and onto his ass, squeezing it as hard as Jeff had squeezed his earlier. Feeling rather ballsy, he decided to risk fate once more as he crammed Jeff's cock into the back of his throat, moaning around it again and sliding his index and middle finger inside Jeff's entrance. Jeff clenched his eyes shut as his hands shot down and gripped fistfuls of John's hair as he climaxed down John's throat. John's breath hitched and sputtered as Jeff removed his cock from his mouth and came twice more across John's face. He quickly removed his fingers and wrapped them around Jeff's cock and stroked the well lubed shaft slowly, bending forward and kissing the head.
"That…that was a dirty trick and you know it." Said Jeff. John smirked and lapped at the head again, causing shivers to run up and down Jeff's spine.
"You clearly liked it though." Said John. Jeff glared at him, his eyes full of rage for a brief moment before he moved back and began to spread John's legs. John saw where this was going and immediately reached for lube that he'd kept stored in his room just in case. He handed the bottle to Jeff who took it and reached into his pants, pulling out a condom and sliding the corner of the package between his teeth as he uncapped the lube and coated his index and middle fingers with it, not hesitating at all to cram both digits into John's entrance. John's back shot up as he arched and moaned out in pleasure towards the ceiling while Jeff tossed the lube aside and unwrapped the condom, spitting the wrapper across the sheets as he put the rubber on. He then pulled John towards him as he spread his legs wider, causing John to wrap his thighs around Jeff's mid torso, moaning as he felt Jeff's fingers move in and out of him faster and harder.
"John, I don't want to kill your parents because you told me not to. But I will if you keep making the noise." Said Jeff. John nodded and reached up, grabbing one of Jeff's hands and putting it over his mouth. Jeff sincerely grinned and pressed John's entire head into the pillow as he pulled his fingers out, lined up his cock with John's entrance, and thrust in and out without warning. Moan's escaped John's throat but were immediately caught be Jeff's hand. He squeezed with his legs around Jeff's torso, who ran his free hand along John's thigh and found the wound he'd made earlier and lightly began to press his thumb into it. John arched again and moaned loudly into Jeff's hand, taking his own and cupping it over Jeff's as he traced the verbal scars etched into his chest. Jeff smiled and bent down, thrusting a bit faster as he traced each individual letter with his tongue and moaned out Jeff's name from confined lips. He lifted his head and watched, reaching up and pulling on Jeff's hair as he licked, causing his thrusts to become slower but much much harder, one of them slamming Jeff's cock into John's prostate. John's entire body fell into a euphoric sort of bliss the minute this happened; Jeff feeling every muscle in John's body tense for a brief moment, slammed the same spot again, and achieving a similar reaction. Lifting his head up, Jeff looked John in the eye as he did it again and again, John's hands raking their nails up Jeff's back hard, repeating the action over and over until he'd felt something warm and liquid on his hands. Jeff and John bucked their bodies into each other with each thrust, the speed beginning to pick up again as John began to dig each fingertip into the newly formed cuts on Jeff's back.
Jeff slammed his face into the pillow beside John's face and moaned loudly, almost screaming in pleasure, into the cushion as their pace picked up and the older bed frame began to creak softly. Jeff's hips moved in and out as he reached down and felt John's throbbing erection, the muscles in his entrance tensing with every thrust due to Jeff's accuracy. Speeding up again, Jeff began fondling John's cock, his eyes lifting above the folds on the pillows fabric and looking over into John's, who stared back at Jeff with eyes full of lust and want. They shared a mutual feeling through glare for a moment as John, intentionally this time, tightened up as hard as he could, causing Jeff to arch his back into him and almost scream into the mattress. He abruptly pulled his cock out and tore the condom off and took both John's cock and his own on one hand and stroked them violently. John, his voice sore now from the previous blowjob, sat up and kissed Jeff hard, staring him in the eyes after they parted and thrusting madly into Jeff's hands. Moments later the two of them climaxed hard across both their chests and necks, their backs arched and eyes pinched shut in pleasure. Neither of them could make a sound, their voices too tired from confinement to even bother now. They both fell rather sloppily into the sheets again, their legs intertwined and arms around one another. Jeff blinked for a few moments before his eyelids began to get heavy and his head plopped side by side with John's. John's chest rose up and down, giggling to himself at the fact that neither of them really cared to clean up after themselves at the moment. John took his comforter and threw it over the both of them, wrapping his arms around Jeff's neck and gripping his hair with one hand and pressing their faces against one another.
"W-we…*pant*…need t-to do th-that….*pant*….again s-sometime. Wh-when we have….*pant*…privacy." Said Jeff, hugging John tightly and biting his shoulder again. John moaned softly and nodded, kissing Jeff's forehead and running his fingers through his long black hair.
"Wanna hear those moans do you?" asked John. He never got his answer however, as he looked over at Jeff and saw him fast asleep. "Huh, if he wasn't a serial killer I'd start tickling him to wake him up." Said John to himself, deciding against the idea immediately. He nuzzled Jeff's face with his own and began to feel sleep take over his vision as well, before he shut his eyes altogether and fell asleep.
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