Title: Reviewing the Situation
Rating: R (for pure unadulterated smut)
Pairing: Robbie/ Travis Notes: So, I was writing another chapter, with you know, an actual plot, when the requests for the smut came in. I'm planning on this being something of an epic portrayal of how they get together, so porn at this point... didn't make any sense. They asked for it though, so this is what I came up with
***Thanks as always to my (insert adjective here) beta Courtney. She beta'd this from her deathbed, hope she gets better soon, or the next one is going to take even longer.****
Reviewing The Situation
It's kind of a shock really, this *awareness* of his body. The tingling in his lips, the heat along his chest and torso. Every part of him that made contact with Travis is so warm and tingly and he's actually worried about the lack of weirdness to that. Travis *touched* him, and all he can think about is that he wants more. Maybe it's all to new, maybe the existential bullshit will come later, but right now, he wants Travis here. He wants him kissing and holding him and using that perfect, perfect mouth to just... devour him.
And there's a surprisingly sexy thought, Travis devouring him, on his knees and his mouth open wide... and maybe Robbie should sit down before little things like standing or walking become to hard for him. To hard, funny, because that's exactly what the thought of Travis on his knees makes him. So he wants a blow job, no surprise there, he's a 14 year old boy for Christ's sake. He's always thinking about sex. Usually it's not in regards to Travis, and he's usually not trying to imagine all the amazing things someone like Travis would know about sex, but still, sex, all the time. And Robbie is tired, and still in some form of shock (getting kissed by your best friend qualifies for shock, right), so he really isn't going to fight the desire to just, fall asleep, and not worry about it. He strips down to boxers and an undershirt and settles himself into bed
He's woken up in the middle of the night by someone getting in to bed with him. He can't really think of anyone he'd share a bed with (it's been years since he and Ray were young enough to do that during sleepovers), so he turns over. And there's Travis looking back at him. He smiles at him and brings his hand up to Robbie's shoulder, running his fingers over the bare biceps and down his arm. "I couldn't sleep," he says, and gives Robbie that smoldering look that Robbie's beginning to remember. Travis has been looking at him like this for months, and he's just now classifying it as smoldering? But there really isn't time for introspection when those hands are running all over every exposed bit of skin on him. Over his throat and across his cheeks and his shirt rode up in the night, exposing a small stripe of belly, and Travis runs his fingertips over that too.
"s...So you couldn't sleep and thought you'd come over here and do what?" Robbie asks him. "Anything you want," Travis replies, shifting slightly, so his lips can follow the path his fingers took only moments before. And it isn't fair, because how can Robbie say anything remotely resembling intelligent, when Travis' *mouth* is anywhere near him, and all the blood has suddenly slammed into his dick. Travis is going to notice that soon too, because he's angling his head to kiss along his belly, and Robbie knows the tent he's developed in his boxers isn't going to go unnoticed. Sure enough when Travis brushes his lips against his belly, Robbie's cock twitches, and when Travis' tongue peeks out to lick a wet stripe from the bottom of his shirt to the top of his boxers, his cock jumps, bumping Travis' chin. Robbie closes his eyes at this, embarrassed beyond measure, but Travis doesn't seem to mind. He actually seems to like it.
Travis is nuzzling into his boxer clad length when Robbie finally gets the guts to open his eyes, and he almost cums at the sight. He doesn't though and when Travis' hands grab onto his shirt, lifting it up over his head and off his body, Robbie helps him. His mouth moves up then, slowly traveling from his navel to his collarbone and back down over each of his nipples. Travis' hands dip down into his boxers and Robbie gasps as his fingers begin playing along his length. He's trying to get Robbie's boxers off now and when he does, he pulls back to look down at him. It isn't as creepy as Robbie thought it would be, having someone stare at him while he's naked. Really, it's kind of hot, because Travis, staring at him with that much lust in his eyes, and a *promise* to do something about, is enough to really throw any ideas Robbie had about saying 'no' right out the window.
Then Travis is pressing him down into the mattress, lying practically on top of him and *kissing* him. Hot, wet slides of his tongue in Robbie's mouth and that *taste* exploding across his senses. It's to good, and the weight of him, small compact muscles pushing him down, holding him down, makes Robbie go just a little insane. He tries to rub himself off against Travis, but he's still fully clothed, and there is no way Robbie's going to get enough friction from that. And yeah, *clothes*. Travis being fully clothed while Robbie lays beneath him, completely naked, completely vulnerable, is even hotter than if Travis were naked, maybe. He probably won't find out though, because when Travis finally detaches his mouth from Robbie's, he's headed straight down.
Robbie doesn't think he'll do it, he continues to tell himself that right up until his shaft is resting against Travis' lips. Then Travis is opening his mouth, letting the head slip inside. It looks incredibly erotic, the dusky flesh of Robbie's cock just barely penetrating that ripe red mouth. He lets out a groan as Travis begins to move his tongue around the tip and over his glans. The small thrust that comes when Travis begins to concentrate on the vein along the underside of his cock is involuntary, but *god* does it feel good. It also sends a message, because Travis sucks him in just the tiniest bit further after that and then a little more, then he pulls back out to lick at the head. He keeps alternating between sucking him in and swirling his tongue along the head and before long, a rhythm is established. Suck, suck, swirl, suck, suck, swirl, and it really is the best thing Robbie's ever felt. Travis begins to massage his testicles and Robbie knows he's *weeping* precome when Travis start to drag his teeth slightly on the upstroke. It's to much, to much sensation, to much *good*, and Robbie can feel his orgasm coming. He tries to warn Travis off, but Travis just shakes his head and continues the rhythm. Robbie has time to look down and *see* his cock disappearing and reappearing between Travis' spit slicked lips, before he cums, *hard*. Travis is swallowing it all and Robbie suddenly remembers some TV show or movie that said, "she really loves you if she swallows," and it makes him smile. He reaches a hand down to stroke along Travis' exposed nape...
Robbie wakes up to the sound of his alarm, beeping loudly away, and the feel of his boxers sticking to his body. He carefully gets up and, after turning off the alarm clock, goes to take a shower. His last thought before allowing the steaming water wash away his release is about how quickly he's getting used to the idea of himself and Travis.
Rating: R (for pure unadulterated smut)
Pairing: Robbie/ Travis Notes: So, I was writing another chapter, with you know, an actual plot, when the requests for the smut came in. I'm planning on this being something of an epic portrayal of how they get together, so porn at this point... didn't make any sense. They asked for it though, so this is what I came up with
***Thanks as always to my (insert adjective here) beta Courtney. She beta'd this from her deathbed, hope she gets better soon, or the next one is going to take even longer.****
Reviewing The Situation
It's kind of a shock really, this *awareness* of his body. The tingling in his lips, the heat along his chest and torso. Every part of him that made contact with Travis is so warm and tingly and he's actually worried about the lack of weirdness to that. Travis *touched* him, and all he can think about is that he wants more. Maybe it's all to new, maybe the existential bullshit will come later, but right now, he wants Travis here. He wants him kissing and holding him and using that perfect, perfect mouth to just... devour him.
And there's a surprisingly sexy thought, Travis devouring him, on his knees and his mouth open wide... and maybe Robbie should sit down before little things like standing or walking become to hard for him. To hard, funny, because that's exactly what the thought of Travis on his knees makes him. So he wants a blow job, no surprise there, he's a 14 year old boy for Christ's sake. He's always thinking about sex. Usually it's not in regards to Travis, and he's usually not trying to imagine all the amazing things someone like Travis would know about sex, but still, sex, all the time. And Robbie is tired, and still in some form of shock (getting kissed by your best friend qualifies for shock, right), so he really isn't going to fight the desire to just, fall asleep, and not worry about it. He strips down to boxers and an undershirt and settles himself into bed
He's woken up in the middle of the night by someone getting in to bed with him. He can't really think of anyone he'd share a bed with (it's been years since he and Ray were young enough to do that during sleepovers), so he turns over. And there's Travis looking back at him. He smiles at him and brings his hand up to Robbie's shoulder, running his fingers over the bare biceps and down his arm. "I couldn't sleep," he says, and gives Robbie that smoldering look that Robbie's beginning to remember. Travis has been looking at him like this for months, and he's just now classifying it as smoldering? But there really isn't time for introspection when those hands are running all over every exposed bit of skin on him. Over his throat and across his cheeks and his shirt rode up in the night, exposing a small stripe of belly, and Travis runs his fingertips over that too.
"s...So you couldn't sleep and thought you'd come over here and do what?" Robbie asks him. "Anything you want," Travis replies, shifting slightly, so his lips can follow the path his fingers took only moments before. And it isn't fair, because how can Robbie say anything remotely resembling intelligent, when Travis' *mouth* is anywhere near him, and all the blood has suddenly slammed into his dick. Travis is going to notice that soon too, because he's angling his head to kiss along his belly, and Robbie knows the tent he's developed in his boxers isn't going to go unnoticed. Sure enough when Travis brushes his lips against his belly, Robbie's cock twitches, and when Travis' tongue peeks out to lick a wet stripe from the bottom of his shirt to the top of his boxers, his cock jumps, bumping Travis' chin. Robbie closes his eyes at this, embarrassed beyond measure, but Travis doesn't seem to mind. He actually seems to like it.
Travis is nuzzling into his boxer clad length when Robbie finally gets the guts to open his eyes, and he almost cums at the sight. He doesn't though and when Travis' hands grab onto his shirt, lifting it up over his head and off his body, Robbie helps him. His mouth moves up then, slowly traveling from his navel to his collarbone and back down over each of his nipples. Travis' hands dip down into his boxers and Robbie gasps as his fingers begin playing along his length. He's trying to get Robbie's boxers off now and when he does, he pulls back to look down at him. It isn't as creepy as Robbie thought it would be, having someone stare at him while he's naked. Really, it's kind of hot, because Travis, staring at him with that much lust in his eyes, and a *promise* to do something about, is enough to really throw any ideas Robbie had about saying 'no' right out the window.
Then Travis is pressing him down into the mattress, lying practically on top of him and *kissing* him. Hot, wet slides of his tongue in Robbie's mouth and that *taste* exploding across his senses. It's to good, and the weight of him, small compact muscles pushing him down, holding him down, makes Robbie go just a little insane. He tries to rub himself off against Travis, but he's still fully clothed, and there is no way Robbie's going to get enough friction from that. And yeah, *clothes*. Travis being fully clothed while Robbie lays beneath him, completely naked, completely vulnerable, is even hotter than if Travis were naked, maybe. He probably won't find out though, because when Travis finally detaches his mouth from Robbie's, he's headed straight down.
Robbie doesn't think he'll do it, he continues to tell himself that right up until his shaft is resting against Travis' lips. Then Travis is opening his mouth, letting the head slip inside. It looks incredibly erotic, the dusky flesh of Robbie's cock just barely penetrating that ripe red mouth. He lets out a groan as Travis begins to move his tongue around the tip and over his glans. The small thrust that comes when Travis begins to concentrate on the vein along the underside of his cock is involuntary, but *god* does it feel good. It also sends a message, because Travis sucks him in just the tiniest bit further after that and then a little more, then he pulls back out to lick at the head. He keeps alternating between sucking him in and swirling his tongue along the head and before long, a rhythm is established. Suck, suck, swirl, suck, suck, swirl, and it really is the best thing Robbie's ever felt. Travis begins to massage his testicles and Robbie knows he's *weeping* precome when Travis start to drag his teeth slightly on the upstroke. It's to much, to much sensation, to much *good*, and Robbie can feel his orgasm coming. He tries to warn Travis off, but Travis just shakes his head and continues the rhythm. Robbie has time to look down and *see* his cock disappearing and reappearing between Travis' spit slicked lips, before he cums, *hard*. Travis is swallowing it all and Robbie suddenly remembers some TV show or movie that said, "she really loves you if she swallows," and it makes him smile. He reaches a hand down to stroke along Travis' exposed nape...
Robbie wakes up to the sound of his alarm, beeping loudly away, and the feel of his boxers sticking to his body. He carefully gets up and, after turning off the alarm clock, goes to take a shower. His last thought before allowing the steaming water wash away his release is about how quickly he's getting used to the idea of himself and Travis.
