Author's note (Monster): Hi guys! I wrote a smut request. I kinda had to since about 70 percent of my requests are smut at this very moment and I'm not loving that fact but hey, that's what happens when you prioritise non-smut requests. I'm currently working on Types of Drunk 9Lives Edition and I only have Yuma left to write about. Then I'm also working hard on the requests, still, with the request of whodoyouthinkthisis next up and a good friend is working on the smut scene for the fic requested by Place_Hollder. Needless to say, I'm working on a fuckton of HU shit right now. I expect the 9Lives drunks to be posted tomorrow or the day after. Enjoy.
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Smutty J-Dog/Funny Man with them getting kicked out of the club requested by AronKBurns
J-Dog stumbled out into the streets, barely maintaining his balance when Funny Man crashed into him and sent both of them tumbling onto the ground. "Rude!", Dylan called out.
J-Dog rubbed the back of his head and shoved Dylan off him. "Dude."
"What? They pushed me!"
"I know, but get off", Jay moaned. Dylan got up, dusted himself off and grabbed Jay's hand to pull him up. "They just kicked us out, dude. Us. Not that asshole who was eyeing you."
J-Dog chuckled. "He wasn't eyeing me."
"He totally was!"
"But did you have to punch him for it?" J-Dog wondered.
Dylan paused.
"Yes."
J-Dog shook his head. "Now what? Wait until the guys are done partying? You saw Danny. Dude was seconds away from climbing the bar."
"Seconds away from dragging Charlie with him to stand on top of it", Dylan chuckled. "They're not done, by far. We'll just head back to the bus, alright?"
"Alright", J-Dog agreed. "But we're stopping on our way home cause I want a bottle of tequila."
"Who doesn't", Dylan grinned. "I'm not objecting to one."
The streets were empty and boring in the cold night, only the street lights and the moon to light their way to the liquor store. "You going in?" Dylan asked.
Jay nodded but first, he snatched Dylan's wallet out of his back pocket. "Yeah, nice of you to treat me to this bottle, dude."
"Hey! I'm not paying for you."
"Yeah you are. This is the modified version of buying me a drink. You're buying me a whole lot of drinks", J-Dog chuckled before he disappeared into the store. Dylan huffed, kicking against a loose pebble on the sidewalk. He sunk his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leaned against the window of the store. Jay walked out with the bottle in a brown bag but there's was no one out in the streets so he took it out and unscrewed it in an instant.
"I paid for it", Dylan complained, taking his wallet back. Jay rolled his eyes and handed him the bottle first so he could take a swing. He winced as he did, handing it back. "Strong stuff. Let's go back to the bus."
Jay gave a nod but held onto the bottle himself. The bus wasn't parked far. They'd been on the road for way too long before they got the opportunity to unwind for a night and well, Danny really wanted to head out and get drunk but who would blame him after the shit he'd been through at home. Obviously Charlie's always one to back him up on going out and Johnny just wants to keep an eye on everyone but then he'd end up getting more wasted than any of the other guys anyway. That was exactly the scene for tonight. Jay and Dylan were chilling on their own by the bar before the fight broke out. Well, before Dylan punched the dude in the nose, at least.
Security was quick to show up and show both of them the door.
"Bus sweet bus", Jay sighed when he climbed into the vehicle. The driver and crew were gone, probably off to sleep at a hotel but they hadn't wanted to show up drunk at a hotel so the guys were spending the night at the bus. Johnny got loud when drunk anyway.
Now Dylan took the bottle out of his hands and drank before giving it back to the other. "Like hell we're going to bed before the guys. We'll just stay up longer than them to assert dominance."
J-Dog chuckled. "Yeah, obviously. But we could've just been drinking with them if you hadn't gotten jealous."
"Jealous? Me?" Dylan asked. "Please."
Jay scrunched his nose. "Dude, you were so jealous when I got some attention."
"I wasn't jealous. I just don't want anyone to eye you like that", Dylan shrugged. Jay cocked his head. "Why not, huh?"
"Because only I can", Dylan grinned. He crawled over the couch to lean in to Jay. "Only I am allowed to hit on you."
"And get rejected every single time?" Jay wondered. He shoved the bottle in Dylan's face. The younger took a swing and gave it back. "Oh come on, you enjoy my attention."
"Why is it that you only hit on me when there's tequila involved?" Jay asked.
Dylan rested his chin on Jay's shoulder, nose in the other's neck now. "Because I grow balls when I'm drunk. You must've noticed that cause you suggested we got a bottle of tequila for ourselves. Seems like you wanted me to hit on you."
Jay grinned. "I like to entertain your ideas sometimes and you have interesting ones when tequila comes up."
Dylan nuzzled into the other's neck but pushed himself off to look at Jay's face. "What interesting idea do I have?"
"That you could top me", Jay chuckled. He put a hand on Dylan's cheek. "No one tops me."
"I don't mind being your bottom", Dylan pursed his lips. He pressed a kiss to Jay's cheek, down to his jawline and just below the junction of his neck. "As long as I'm on top."
Jay let the other push him back against the armrest of the couch while Dylan straddled his hips. "Is that an interesting idea?"
Jay grinned. He grabbed a fistful of Dylan's shirt and pulled him down for a messy kiss, nearly shoving his tongue down the other's throat. Dylan had to steady himself on the armrest not to crush Jay under his weight. He cupped the other's cheek in his free hand, tilting Jay's head to regain control over the kiss. Jay smirked into it and pulled away. Dylan placed kisses down his face and into his neck, nipping at the skin. He really wanted to win Jay over now. For the first time since he had set his mind on him. He grazed his teeth over his neck, biting gently at the base to his shoulder. Jay snuck his hands under the other's shirt, sliding the palm of his hands over warm skin, earning a soft little hitch in Dylan's breathing. He pursed his lips. "Are you desperate because I'm finally entertaining what you've been about for weeks?"
Jay tugged at the shirt. Dylan chuckled and straightened his back to pull his shirt over his head and drop it. He arched his back and ground downwards into Jay's lap. Jay bit back a surprised groan, but maintained eye contact. Dylan could see his pupils dilate as he rolled his hips on his lap. He cocked his head. "Who's desperate now?"
"I'm not desperate. I'm horny", Jay argued. He dragged his hands over Dylan's chest and stomach, stopping at his belt. He gave him a look of feigned innocence. Dylan had an amused smile on his face. "Horny already?"
Jay fumbled with the belt, ripping it out of the loops in two hard pulls before he grabbed the outlines of his dick through his jeans, kneading and gripping until he found the other hardening to his touch. Dylan let his head fall back a little, enjoying the teasing sensation. "It's been a while", Jay admitted. "A lot of guys only want soft play or they suck at the real stuff."
Dylan licked his lips and pecked Jay on the lips before he tugged on his shirt. Jay pushed himself off the couch so Dylan could take it off and throw it somewhere on the floor. "So you don't wanna stick to soft play?"
Jay arched an eyebrow and gave him a look before he pulled on his hips to beckon him to come closer. Dylan moved from sitting in his lap to his ribs so Jay could unzip his pants and take out his semi-hard dick. He licked it from base to tip before Dylan could respond and shoved it into his mouth. Dylan gulped, grabbing the backrest of the couch with one hand and a fistful of hair with the other. "S-shit. Warn me next time."
By the time Jay pulled away, he was at full hardness. Dylan bit his lip and reached back to palm Jay through his jeans. "You should strip."
Jay jerked him off while he looked up at his face. "You're really not wasting time, are you?"
"No", Dylan grinned. "You can suck my dick when you're naked, too."
"Bold", Jay mused. He flicked his tongue at the head and licked it down to the base. "Let me suck it before you rush shit. It's the only blowjob you'll ever get from me."
"Ever?" Dylan complained, followed by a choked moan. He adjusted a hand to the armrest. Jay smirked but kept the jerking motion going, twisting his wrist and adjusting pressure with every stroke. He brought him back to his lips, gave the head a few teasing licks before he pushed it into his mouth, sucking as he did. He swirled his tongue around the length, dragged the flat of his tongue down the underside of his cock and hollowed his cheeks. Dylan jerked his hips forward involuntarily, groaning and pressing his eyes shut. Jay put both hands on his hips to keep him from thrusting and bobbed his head at a steady pace.
Dylan's breathing picked up, biting back harder on any noises. He just didn't like being noisy, even if they were alone. He jerked his hips to meet Jay's motions before he let go and licked his lips. "Get off."
"What?" Dylan asked, head still a little hazy. He'd be lying if he said he wouldn't have come down his throat if he'd kept going.
"I'm gonna strip like you wanted me to. Get off me."
"Oh", Dylan got up and watched Jay as he removed his pants, socks… He couldn't keep himself from staring, happy to know he'd gotten the other excited by barely even touching him. Jay walked off and returned with a bottle of lube. Dylan blinked, taking off his pants now too. "So.. no soft play?"
Jay shook his head. "You've been telling me you wanna be my bottom, dude. Are you getting cold feet?"
Dylan huffed. "Please. I'm gonna ride you better than anyone you've had before me."
"I'm looking forward to it", Jay chuckled. He popped the cap off the bottle and put some lube on his fingers. "Now lay down. On your front, on your back. I don't care."
Dylan lied down on his back, swallowing a lump in his throat when Jay sat down between his legs. "What?"
"Be gentle?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jay asked, pausing. Dylan shrugged. "I don't know, you seem kinda aggressive in this right now."
Jay dropped his shoulders. He leaned over Dylan, making sure his lube fingers didn't touch anything and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be. I'm just a little eager right now. It's exciting to know it's you."
"Me?" Dylan asked. "You've been rejecting me for weeks."
"No", Jay grinned. He spoke in between small kisses. "I didn't think of you like that before and then I had some time to entertain the idea in my head. Why else would I have gotten us some tequila?"
"So you did get a bottle to provoke me", Dylan grinned. He kissed him back every time. Jay hummed affirmatively. He traced his lube finger between Dylan's ass cheeks, finding the opening. He pressed gently against it, nuzzling Dylan's cheek before he moved down to kiss his neck. Dylan breathed out a sigh when the finger entered but it didn't feel as uncomfortable as he expected. Guess he stretched well. Dylan pushed down on the finger, trying to find the right angle but he didn't, just yet. Jay added a second finger. Dylan grunted at the intrusion but Jay adjusted the angle, finally finding the spot. Dylan relaxed and bit his lip. "Harder."
Jay curled his fingers, jabbing the spot harder and faster until he thought it was enough and pulled out. He took off his boxers and coated his cock in lube, moving closer. Dylan raised an eyebrow, snapping out of the lustful haze enough to push a foot against Jay and make him lose his balance. Dylan crawled on top of him, knees siding his hips. "I'm on top."
"Fine", Jay rolled his eyes. "You can ride me."
Dylan lined him up and sunk down gently, deciding just how much was allowed to enter him at once, pushing down on Jay's hips to keep him from thrusting. Jay had his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling and fighting the urge to push him over and be on top. Dylan reached the base with a relieved sigh and an incredibly full sensation. He remained there, trying to adjust to the stretch but it was growing to be painful. Jay reached over and jerked him off, making the painful feeling more bearable. Dylan smiled down at him and shifted. A spark of pleasure shot through his spine when he did. He lifted his hips up and down in short thrusts downward, testing the waters but there was no pain, just that amazing feeling again. Jay arched his back and this time, Dylan let him. He picked up the pace, groaning as he did. Jay jerked him off in time with the thrusts, traced his free hand over the other's abdomen. Dylan felt the feeling of his climax build and build inside the pit of his stomach. He leaned down to kiss Jay and Jay pulled him into a passionate make out round, thrusting upwards harder. Dylan groaned and ground down hard before he came.
Jay gave him a few seconds to come off his high before he shoved Dylan backwards and down onto the couch. He thrust down, hard, riding it out until he came, too. Both remained panting, just looking at each other before Jay kissed his lips softly and pulled out, collapsing besides Funny. "You ride well", Jay mused.
Dylan laughed.
J-Dog awoke with a warm feeling, wrapped in a blanket and resting his head. He blinked a few times, gave a small yawn he hid behind a blanket-covered fist before he noticed his pillow had a heartbeat. Then he remembered.
He lifted his head to look at Dylan's sleeping shape and grinned, putting his head back on his chest.
Funny rubbed his eyes when he stirred, too, awoken by Jay shifting under the blanket. "Good morning."
"Morning", Jay mused. He pecked the other's cheek and sunk back into his embrace. Funny looked down. "Where did that blanket come from?"
"I think the guys tucked us in", J-Dog wondered.
"I tucked you in."
Both turned his heads to look at Danny who sat at the table, scrolling through his phone. "We got home to find you two huddled on the couch naked so I gave you guys a blanket."
"Oh", Dylan responded. He winced. "So much for staying up until the guys got home."
"We got home about three hours ago", Danny said. "I'm still a little drunk, to be honest."
"Where are Charlie and Johnny?"
"Probably sulking because I'm a rich man", Danny grinned. He put away his phone. "I bet them a hundred bucks you guys would end up fucking tonight."
"You placed a bet on your friends?" J-Dog complained. Danny shrugged. "You guys pull that shit on me with any of you guys any day so it's my turn."
"Because you're easy. There's a difference", Dylan complained. Danny raised an eyebrow. "I know. That's why I bet a hundred instead of twenty."
J-Dog rested his chin on Funny's chest. "Funny to know Johnny and Charlie thought we wouldn't."
"Well you did say it was the only blowjob I'd ever get from you", Dylan grinned. "Just once isn't enough to bet for it to happen."
"Maybe more than once", J-Dog admitted.
Funny tightened his hold on Jay. "Bring tequila when you want to do it again."
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