It had all started when Jack had broken his leg on the temple grounds during a Xiaolin Showdown. Normally, he would have just had a bot carry him home so he could tend to his wounds himself. However, the monks had made quick work of his functioning ones, and his communicator had been damaged in the fight, rendering him incapable of contacting a bot to pick him up. Therefore, he was stuck at the Xiaolin temple.
His leg was in a sling and wrapped tightly with medical expertise. It wasn't too serious, but until he was able to repair his communicator, he was stuck there waiting for it to heal more. A monk would be stationed to sit and watch him (as part of their punishment for using more force than the situation required). At that time, it had been Raimundo sitting at his bedside, flipping through a magazine in frustration.
With the traditional Chinese medicine being used to help curb his pain, he was a bit loopy. So when he said that he really liked Raimundo (much to the skepticism of the Brazilian boy) and proved it by grabbing at the boy's robes to draw him in for an uncoordinated kiss, it would be safe to assume it was simply the herbs talking.
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Jack grunted as he was shoved into the brick wall of the outer Xiaolin temple wall.
"Just this once," Raimundo said hushed, pulling Jack forward by the straps of his helipack.
"That's what you said last time," Jack smirked as he gripped at Raimundo's sides and reversed their positions so that he was able to press Raimundo to the wall.
Their lips connected and Jack growled as Raimundo bit at his lip. As Jack was always prone to bruising, he would be left with dark purple and red markings on his pale lips… He'd have to wear a sick mask to hide his activities.
It was forbidden for the Xiaolin monks to be in a relationship with each other, having to focus on their own personal growth in training. It wasn't explicitly stated that Heylin and Xiaolin shouldn't fraternize; Raimundo took full advantage of it when satiating his lust through Jack.
Raimundo's hand was already snaking its way down Jack's pants , gripping at the half-hard length and coaxing it to full size. Jack moaned through the kiss, raking a hand through Raimundo's hair and gripping for control. He yanked Raimundo's head back, severing the kiss, and trailing his mouth down the other boy's dark skin and sucking here and there. He thrust eagerly into Raimundo's hand, surprising both of them when he unexpectedly came, coating Raimundo's hand and on his underwear.
"Damn, Spicer, were you really that worked up today?"
Jack shrugged sheepishly. "I gotta admit, I was watching you guys train today and you look fine without your shirt on."
"That's not creepy at all, pervert," Raimundo wiped the fluids on Jack's black pants, much to Jack's chagrin.
"That's gonna show up, you know. I'm going to have to fly back home with jizz on my pants."
"That's what you get for coming first," Raimundo shot back, brows furrowed in concentration as he reached for his own unattended member. However, Jack blocked him.
"Allow me."
Jack sunk to his knees and Raimundo sucked in a breath when he saw the red head take in the entirety of his length in one swoop. Jack didn't gag, so either Raimundo wasn't ridiculously large or Jack had experience or Jack had just been born without a gag reflex. Raimundo had been given no time to prepare, so that embarrassing moan that leaped from his throat went unsilenced. It echoed in the landscape around them, and he prayed that no one was out for a nightly stroll.
He curled forward, gripping at Jack's locks has he savoured that wet heat enveloping him. "Oh god, Jack…"
Jack made a noisy slurp as he pulled back from the length. Raimundo made a noise of approval; Jack knew Raimundo was a fan of noisy reciprocation, so he did his best to make his kisses and mouthing of the skin and sucking of his member as auditorily interesting as possible.
Jack groaned as Raimundo's tip hit the back of his throat, the vibrations running through the length and causing Raimundo to jerk forward. Jack kept his balance by wrapping his arms around Raimundo's toned thighs, allowing Raimundo control of his head while preventing any chance of him toppling over from the thrusts. He made a positive grunt and tapped lightly on one of Raimundo's legs.
Raimundo was wild and uncontrolled with his thrusts after that. He hummed as he pressed rhythmically into that suckling mouth, head tilted toward the moon and eyes closed as he enjoyed the rare and taboo pleasure that no other monk would be able to experience.
Jack's tongue swirled around that rod. A hand slid up, squeezing at Raimundo's rear and feeling how the muscles tensed with each thrust. That hand then moved around to pull Raimundo's pants down further to reveal his swinging sac. Jack fondled it as well to prevent it from hitting his face each time Raimundo pressed forward.
Raimundo was reaching his limit, and Jack loved the feel of his balls jumping in an orgasm. Before Raimundo could reach his peak, though, Jack pulled all the way back with an audible pop. Raimundo, pulled out of bliss, snapped his head down to stare at Jack in confusion. Jack loved how the boy's hair clung to his sweaty face. "What gives?"
Jack twiddled his thumb against those tight balls, causing Raimundo's legs to shiver more. "You can, um, cum on my face if you want."
Jack had never allowed Raimundo to mark his face with anything more than bruises. Those could easily be explained by fights and falls, but Jack considered his face to be a canvas, and to mark it with others' fluids seemed to be something he just wasn't down with. Tonight, however, that changed.
Raimundo's stomach bottomed out upon hearing this, and his hand found it's way like a magnet to his length, compelled to stroke once, twice, three times. He huffed as his come released, and he kept his eyes open despite their desire to close at a moment like this. He wanted to see it all.
His come hid the bruising on Jack's face from past showdowns, making it white as his skin used to be. It coated those light eyelashes and some even got in his hair.
God, the sight of Jack covered with his essence… if he hadn't come then, the sight of that alone would have driven him to climax.
Raimundo panted heavily as he came down from his high, an ember burning in his chest at the sight of Jack's tongue peeking out to taste some of the come that had fallen close to his mouth. Red eyes flickered up to him.
"You taste nice," he said.
"Oh fuck," Raimundo replied, leaning back into the brick wall and petting Jack's hair. What was it about this albino freak that had him so horny in his free thoughts? There was nothing about Jack that should have been appealing, yet here he was, fucking around with him again.
After Raimundo had a chance to catch his breath, he offered a hand up to Jack, who was just about to get up himself. Smiling, Jack accepted the hand to help him up.
"Y'know… I'll get you something to clean up. That way you won't have to fly with all of that on your face. And," Raimundo looked down," I can get something to help clean that up , too."
Though on opposing sides, both Heylin and Xiaolin were known to cooperate at times of war, crisis, and even intimate relationships.
