Title: Shouldn't Talk At All
Author: Joy
Pairing: Byron/Jeff
Rating: Definitely R this time.
Disclaimer: If I got paid to write this, my name would be Ann M. Martin. & it isn't, so no money for me.
Notes: Sequel to "Costumed". There are a whole bunch of songs that might go nicely with this, but "Face Down Ass Up" comes to mind first. For mizzmarvel: a nice little surprise when you get back to a computer. ;) & for Mandy, who likes to encourage me.
"That was... oh my God."
Byron gasped, forcing air in and out of his lungs with great difficulty. The fact that Jeff was hanging off him, slashing at his neck and earlobes with a soft, wet tongue made breathing all the more impossible. He tried to push Jeff awaygently, but his hands disobeyed his mind and fisted themselves into Jeff's shirt, yanking up and sideways.
The boys found the floor rather quickly, Byron shoved up against the side of the bed and his hands pinned behind him, while Jeff made desperate noises into his neck, squirming.
"You're gonna smear my makeup," whimpered Byron, not really caring at the moment and shifting. His underwear had now become increasingly painful, no matter which way he moved. Jeff stopped, nodded. Reached for a bottle on the table. Byron squeezed his eyes shut, slightly terrified they were moving too fast. Then sharp coldness stung his face as Jeff carefully wiped the colors from his face and neck. Byron cracked open an eye, finding Jeff removing his own makeup as well.
"Your dress," explained Jeff, running a finger down Byron's ribcage.
Byron stood shakily, before clambering onto the bedspread. He peeked back at Jeff from all fours.
The bottle fell to the floor. Byron clamped his teeth together as he felt a warm hand slide up the inside of his thigh, massaging gently and using folded knuckles to put pressure where it would be felt most. He felt like sliding down to his stomach and spreading right there, but he let Jeff move at his own pace.
Jeff slipped his other hand between Byron's legs and stroked up in long, lazy movements, enjoying the bumps of the fishnets over his sensitive fingertips. He almost ignored the pitiful mewling, but running his hands up to the top of the stockings, he found that slipping them down Byron's legs caused the mewling to break into short cries of pleasure.
Arching his back until it burned, Byron wiggled his hips in an attempt to tempt Jeff back towards his groin. However, Jeff was finding that wrapping his tongue around a slim ankle provided much more entertainment, as Byron squealed and jerked.
"Ahhhh... God..."
Jeff grinned. He loved Byron's voice when it tread the fine line of self-control. Slipping his tongue a little higher, he found that the shaved-smooth surface was incredibly erotic. It was stimulating to the point in which he had to squeeze himself to settle down.
Byron was not content to remain on his hands and knees. As he crouched backwards, he nudged Jeff's head with his hip. Jeff pushed him back up, biting the back of a thigh teasingly. Trembling, Byron tried to hold still as Jeff came up behind him, nearly smothering him with heat.
A kiss landed on his shoulder blade, and he let his head fall limp, exhaling in relief. Jeff's fingers were slowly pulling the zipper down his back, and a cold chill ran along his spine. The exposed flesh was quickly treated to Jeff's eager yet patient tongue, right on down to the vertebrae that curved down below his skin.
So close to his ass, it seemed an eternity before Jeff patted him lightly. Goosebumps stood up visibly all over Byron's body, and he tried again, to hurry Jeff up, but the blonde would have none of it.
Instead, Byron received a stinging slap to his right buttock, and the shock forced his weight down onto his elbows. He blushed furiously as he realized how vulnerable the position made him. His thoughts raced, but were halted by a second slap, this one reigniting the fire that ran through his legs and belly.
"Jeff...? I want... oh fuck."
It was hard to think now, with Jeff's arms reaching underneath him now to lift him up, nimble fingers finding hardened nipples and squeezing with the exact amount of force that caused Byron to throw his head back and gasp.
Somewhere, in a fog beyond the twisting of Jeff's fingers, Byron felt the underwear being slipped down, and pants being tossed aside. When his mind cleared, his chest was burning, not unpleasantly, and Jeff was laying underneath him, running a hand down his stomach over and over again, petting him.
Jeff raised his eyebrow suggestively as his fingers drew patterns. Byron smiled back at him, and a flash in his eyes was all that Jeff got before he was overwhelmed by a dark-haired boy's lips closing around his cock.
It felt like fire, fire that slid along his underside and pulled back, letting fresh air prickle over him before engulfing him again. He squirmed frantically, trying to find someplace to put his hands, but Byron had moved on within a few more strokes. Jeff's thighs stiffened as Byron's tongue laved across his balls and began drawing them in, one at a time. Stupidly, only one thing came out of his mouth. "Gadzooks, Batman!"
Sensations exploded as Byron, his mouth full, started to laugh. Then the laughing turned to giggling, and he pulled away before he hurt Jeff.
"You are... sooo... going to... pay for... that." Byron curled into a ball, shaking his head in disbelief.
