tbh i didn't know this would end up getting 20,000 views... but i still want to keep this as a smutty format, not like a proper full on fic, just an update every now and again on how they are getting on! KEEP REVIEWING ON IDEAS AND OTHER THINGSS!

A ray of sunlight glaring through the crack in the curtains wakes Johnny up. His eyes blink themselves awake and he moves out of the light after rubbing the rheum out of his eyes. He checks his phone on the bedside table - 6 missed calls and 12 unread texts; all from the mother.

He turns over carefully, so as not to wake up the fellow blonde boy next to him. There Peter lays, dressed in only underwear like Johnny himself with the covers hanging low on his hips. His hands are cushioning his head and his wide expanse of back is completely exposed, making Johnny groan in lust. He outstretches a hand and strokes it from between Peter's shoulders to his lower back, the smooth skin silky and hairless.

Peter stirs and within seconds he is stretching out on his side, arms tensing his massive biceps and abs squeezing together tentatively. "Morning babe," Peter says in his low, gravelly morning voice. Something stirs down south for Johnny.

"Morning dearest." Johnny giggles, before scooting forward and burying himself in Peter's embrace.

Peter giggles back, "you're so cute and cuddly in the mornings. You're like a cat, look at you." Sure enough, Johnny was rubbing the side of his head up Peter's neck, begging for a head massage. "Ugh, such expectations," Peter sighs, before raising his hand and tangling it in Johnny's thick hair, lightly scratching his scalp, releasing full-on purrs. "Come here," Peter slightly pulls on his hair, making Johnny raise his head. Then their lips found each other and Johnny moved on top of Peter, straddling his upper groin.

It was hot, to say the least; Peter had a raging morning glory going on which kept poking Johnny's spine through Peter's underwear, and both their skin was warm and soft when they rubbed their chests together. Peter found his hands manoeuvring down Johnny's back and tucking his fingers into the back of Johnny's Kleins, making the other boy detach from his lips and suck a groan above his collar bone.

"Happy Valentines day you sexy fucker," Johnny whispered lowly, making Peter subsequently grind his hips upward.

"Let me fuck you. Please."

"Patience..." Johnny placed a finger against Peter's lips. Then he moved much farther back before collapsing on Peter's legs, kissing the happy trail above Peter's black underwear. He scratched just below, fingers circling the older boy's pubes, before he dragged his fingers down and released the more than awake member of Peter's. Peter groaned, hand coming up into Johnny's hair again.

Johnny smiled, kissing the inside of Peter's thigh, spreading goosebumps through the boy's lower region, before suddenly licking a long stripe up Peter's dick and then taking in a few inches on his way back down.

"Shit! Fuck, oh fuck, Johnny..." Peter's head flew back and he closed his eyes as his hand bobbed up and down on Johnny's head, tracking the sexual motions of the younger boy. Johnny paused to suck on the head, before pulling off with a loud pop, and jerking him up and down a few times, "so big, Peter." He then went back down again and took Peter by surprise, taking more than 2/3s in his mouth, bearing in mind Peter was massive. "Cum in my mouth."

"Ah... no. No." With that, Peter yanked Johnny up. "Wanna fuck you, cum inside."

Johnny grinned. "That's why I love you." He said, making Peter's heart skip a beat.

"Ughh, ughh, yeah, Pete, so good, yeah..." Johnny was a flushed mess. He was breathing hotly on Peter's shoulder, chests pressed together whilst Peter ws having the time of his life thrusting up into his boyfriend, hands low down on his hips and matching Johnny's thrusts. Ever so often they would stay met in the middle, Peter pushing in as far as he could to get as far into Johnny, making them both sweat. The wet sounds their hips were making turned Peter on even more and spurred him to thrusts faster and harder.

They were going for a good 25 minutes; with 20 second intervals to stop them from cumming and switching positions halfway through so Peter was perched on the edge of his bed, cock impaling Johnny who's legs were tightly wrapped round his lover's back, arms parallel and wrapped around his neck. Peter skilfully bounced up and down on the bed, leaning back with massive biceps for support, whilst every time he bounced back down Johnny would slip further down his dick and moan even louder. Soon, they had reached the point where it was just a sloppy, sweaty, writhing mess where Peter had no actual rhythm and they were both trying to see how far their tongues could reach down their throats.

Peter groaned, and Johnny knew what kind of groan it was, so he pulled away, "touch me."

Peter obliged, gripping his hand on Johnny's dick and quickly wanking him off slightly in time with his thrusts. Johnny's sighs and moans grew frantic and before he knew it he was cumming all up Peter's toned chest and abs and wrist. Peter grinned widely, more turned on than ever and powerfully smashed into Johnny with muscular hips, burying himself deep inside Johnny and releasing his seed which went on seemingly endlessly. He rode out his orgasm through more thrusts, thick cum oozing out whenever he pulled out.

"Also, happy six-month anniversary," Johnny moaned.

"You too. I love you too, by the way."