Chapter 8: Finally some real smut

Joe was still sitting at his laptop when Andy slipped into his cabin after dark. A couple of weeks had passed since they'd had some proper alone time, as Andy had been on a quest with William Beckett and Gerard Way, so Joe's face lit up as Andy walked over to him, closing the laptop and sliding under the blanket.

"Gods, I've missed you," said Joe, a smirk curving on his lips. "It felt like you were never coming back," he breathed.

"I'm here now," Andy replied, leaning over to take Joe's mouth in his own, his hands curving around the younger boy's back to draw him closer into his chest. Joe opened his mouth to the kiss, the boys reclaiming every inch of each other's mouth with their tongues.

After a few minutes of lazy kissing, Andy broke away to take his shirt off. Despite having seen it many times before, Joe couldn't help the rush of excitement coursing through him at the sight of the taut muscles, the colourful tattoos, and it was a couple of seconds before he managed to get himself together enough to remove his own shirt, throwing it to the side of the bed, on top of Andy's. Joe placed his hand on Andy's chest, and the kissing resumed, albeit more intense and purposeful.

This wasn't what Andy had intended for his first night back, but he wasn't complaining as he and Joe began to remove each others' clothing, piece by piece, until all he could see was honey-coloured skin and pale pink lips, on his neck, his chest and his face. He heard Joe let out a guttural moan, and then their lips were together again, their hips grinding together and their tongues battling for dominance. He felt Joe's soft finger trail down his back, and suddenly felt an intrusion just behind his balls. It burned, but the friction felt insane, so he pushed down on Joe's fingers, inviting the younger inside him.

Joe began to stretch Andy more. Despite the fact that he knew Andy had done this before, Joe wanted to make sure that everything was fine before he went on. As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of Andy, they brushed over a spot that caused Andy's hips to buck into Joe's, making them moan simultaneously and Joe to suddenly pull his fingers out, causing Andy to keen at the loss of friction.

"Are you sure?" asked Joe, looking deep into his lover's eyes.

"I've wanted this since the day we met," was the reply.

Joe guided his cock into Andy, stilling when he was all the way in until the older started grinding against him, encouraging him to start moving. They started off slow, the friction building up as they rocked and kissed and grinded, until suddenly Joe started snapping his hips into Andy, reducing the latter to a writhing, moaning mess on the bed beneath him as Joe pounded into his prostate.

Andy came with what was almost a cry, shooting over both his and Joe's stomachs, and Joe, silently, a moment later, collapsing into Andy's chest as he felt the older's arms twist around him.

"We should probably clean up," murmured Andy, before promptly falling asleep on Joe's chest, their breathing in sync.

A/N: once again pretty short, but i wrote this in 10 minutes between my mocks, so forgive any mistakes/plotholes/general crappiness. 3

Lara