John woke up early, based on the small amount of sunlight that was sneaking through his curtains. He shifted around and felt one of Nine's legs tangled up with his own. He flipped to his back and turned his head to see Nine sleeping beside him.
His mouth was slightly open, but his breathing was steady. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be at an unusual peace. John's heart fluttered at the sight as he smiled softly at his lover.
Lover.
John shifted in his bed as he thought about last night's activities. He hadn't expected their relationship to get to that point for a couple more weeks, but was happy it did.
John shifted closer to Nine, breathing in his scent. While moving he noticed that he hadn't shapeshifted yet, and quickly changed his body. Shit, he thought, I hope Nine didn't notice that last night.
All of his legacies needed to take breaks, especially his Ximic, since he used it so often. The best time was at night.
John wrapped his arms around Nine, gazing at him. He brushed some of hair away from his face as Nine closed his mouth and slowly woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at John smiling.
"Hey," he said, his voice rough from sleep. It took John slightly by surprise, but the sound was really sexy if he was being honest.
"Goodmorning," John greeted.
Nine flipped over so he was facing John, and placed a closed mouth kiss on his lips. "You sleep okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, actually," John said. "Uh…you don't have to be anywhere today, right?"
Nine smirked at John. "Nah, I'm all yours, Johnny."
"Good," John said with a smile, placing a soft kiss on Nine's lips. Nine tugged him closer, tangling their legs together and wrapping his metal arm around John's back. The metal wasn't too cold since it had been under the warm blanket.
Nine kissed John more forcefully, running his tongue along John's lips. John smiled against it before Nine suddenly sprang to life, moving on his hands and knees on top of John. He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it over both of them.
The light dimmed immensely and he could barely see Nine as he leaned down to kiss his neck. Somehow being under the blanket made things more intimate, like the rest of the world didn't exist, just Nine and John in this warm, safe void.
John ran his hands down Nine's sides, stopping when he felt fabric. Nine was still wearing his pants? How had John not noticed that sooner? He thought back to last night, and he realized he didn't give Nine any release.
How the hell did he manage? John wondered. Either he powered through it or he jerked off. Either way I owe him.
Nine lowered his hips, grinding his clothed erection on John's exposed one. John moaned at the amazing feeling as Nine bit down and sucked on John's neck, making him moan again.
Nine left about a dozen hickeys on John's neck, still rutting against him.
"Oh, t-that feels good," John stammered.
"Mm, it's about to get better," Nine said, lifting some of the blanket off of them so the air wouldn't be so stuffy. He used his metal arm to prop himself up while the other one didn't hesitate to grip John's, now fully hard, dick.
"N-nine," John groaned.
Nine hummed in response, grinning down at John, before moving his hand slowly. John leaked precum, which Nine spread over the rest of his dick. "So pretty," Nine whispered, looking down at John, whose mouth was open in a silent moan.
John thrusted his hips up into Nine's grasp, bringing him closer to the edge. Nine kissed along his neck, and John tipping his head back to give him more room.
After less than a minute Nine sped his hand up. "You close?" He asked.
"Y-yeah," John panted. "I just- Nine," John moaned loudly, as Nine ran his thumb over the head of his cock. John dug his nails and fingers into his mattress, clenching his fists.
Nine kept up his ministrations, John's moans and whimpers getting louder every second. "Come on, Johnny," Nine whispered. He rested his forehead on John's, his breathing almost matching his.
John thrusted up three times before cumming, four steady spurts of cum hitting Nine's stomach and thighs. John whimpered Nine's name through his orgasm, still clutching his sheets in his fists.
John thrusted up again as his orgasm ended before finally relaxing back into his mattress. "Nine," he whispered as he took in huge gasps of air.
"Right here," Nine murmured back, forehead still pressed firmly against John's. Nine pulled the covers off of half of their bodies, John thankful for the cooler air against his skin.
Nine rolled to the side, his metal arm draped over John. He pulled him against him, both of them now sticky.
They stayed like that while John's breathing calmed.
"You need to get cleaned up," Nine said. John nodded, suddenly feeling gross from sweat and cum on his body.
Nine kissed his temple before kicking the covers off of them and rolling off of the bed. He picked up the washcloth he used last night and headed out John's door.
A few seconds later John heard the bathtub running, filling with water. Nine came back in, walking over to the bed. His pants were damp and stained from John's cum, and his erection still strained against the fabric.
"C'mon, baby," Nine said, nudging John with his hand. "You need to take a bath."
John thought back to last night. "I owe you. Two now," he said. Nine looked at him like had said gibberish. "Handjobs, I mean," John clarified.
Nine eyes widened for a second before returning back to their normal size. "You don't owe me anything, Johnny. Now, c'mon, you're all dirty."
"But what about you?" John asked, looking down at the bulge in Nine's pants.
"Don't worry about it, I'll get it later."
John glared up at Nine for a second before he got an idea. He smiled up at Nine mischievously.
"What-" Nine was cut off by John grabbing him with his telekinesis and pulling him onto the bed. John flew up while doing so, landing on top of Nine, who was now pinned on the bed. The blanket flew off of John's bed, landing somewhere on the floor. He kissed Nine before he could try to say anything else.
John moved his right hand down, setting his palm on the bulge in Nine's pants. Nine gasped, and John snuck his tongue into his mouth, running it along the inside of his cheek. John started to palm him, getting muffled moans in response.
He moved down to Nine's neck quickly, kissing him there, not yet comfortable with hickeys. Nine moaned as John thrust their hips together.
Suddenly, Nine's hands moved to grab John's sides. He was flipped over before he even knew what was happening, Nine right above him. He feverishly kissed him while sinking down to his elbows. His metal arm and his knees supported all of his weight as Nine moved his left arm down to grasp John's length again, which was starting to harden.
Nine wasted no time in moving his hand, using the techniques that had worked just a couple minutes ago. John moaned against Nine's lips, which Nine used as a chance to sneak his tongue into John's mouth. He twirled their tongues together while continuing to give John another handjob.
This isn't how this was supposed to go, John thought stubbornly.
He telekinetically moved Nine again, almost throwing him into his wall by accident. He pinned his hands down with his telekinesis so that he wouldn't try to flip them again.
"John," Nine growled, trying to move his hands.
John went back to palming him, Nine whimpering under him. He had given up on trying to move his hands and just laid there.
John sat back on his knees, moving both of his hands down, and he started to unbutton Nine's jeans.
"Wait," Nine gasped, his voice becoming panicked. "Johnny, stop," he said, trying to free his hands again.
John halted his actions, taking his hands away from the top of Nine's pants. "Yeah? You okay?"
"Uh," Nine awkwardly cleared his throat, not meeting John's gaze. John released his grip on Nine's hands and he slowly pulled them down to his sides. "Well, um…"
"Yeah?" John asked.
"Nothing," Nine said, sighing with defeat. "You just don't have to repay me or anything," he said bitterly, starting to sit up.
"Hey," John said softly, pressing a hand on Nine's chest. "Talk to me."
"Um, I…uh," he stuttered, looking away from John again. "Uh, no one's ever…well, touched me," he said so quietly that John wouldn't have heard it without his superpowered hearing. "I mean, like, given me a handjob or anything," he added quickly.
John scrunched his eyebrows together, confused. Malcolm had once ranted to him about how Nine didn't take his job seriously back at the old academy. He would go at night and come back smelling like sex.
"I mean, I've done stuff like this before, but…" Nine trailed off. "You know, it was a good deal back in California. Me and some guy would hook up, but they never had to return any of the pleasure. I'd just go take care of myself after they were done. It worked out."
Nine hadn't looked at John at all, instead staring at a drying cum stain on his sheets.
"Hey," John said, grabbing Nine's chin. It felt awkward for him to do, but he did, turning Nine's face so he was looking at John. Brown eyes met blue ones. "Do you want me to keep going?"
Nine's eyes gave away his confliction, and he didn't say anything for a few seconds.
Then, to John's surprise, his eyes welled up with tears. "I don't deserve it," he choked out, tears falling down his cheeks. "Hell, I don't even deserve you."
"Hey, hey, don't talk like that," John said softly, brushing away some of Nine's tears.
"It's true. You deserve better, you shouldn't be with…with somebody like this. Somebody like me. Why-why did you even agree to date me?"
"Because I love you," John said without thinking.
He looked away quickly, regretting what he had just said. It's not that he didn't love Nine, it's just admitting made everything seem more real. And in the real world almost everybody that John loved had died. "Well- I mean…"
Nine had stopped crying, just looking up at John. "Yeah," John said firmly, looking back at Nine. "I love you. A lot. And if you don't deserve this, then I sure as hell don't either."
Nine took a deep breath before speaking. "I love you, too."
John nodded, resting his forehead on Nine's.
They stayed like that, Nine slowly calming down.
He sniffled and pushed on John's chest a few minutes later. John got off of him, sitting down on the bed. Nine reached over and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, blowing his nose and throwing it in the small trash can in John's room.
"Ah, I'm sorry," he said with a small laugh, wiping tears away. "I don't know what got into me."
"It's okay, Nine," John said. He gently pulled on Nine with his telekinesis, not wanting to force him to do anything. Nine seemed to comply with it, sitting down on the bed and moving so he was next to John.
John sat up and rested his head on Nine's shoulder who wrapped his arm around John's waist. John's right hand went to Nine's stomach, drawing invisible patterns on his light brown skin. He moved his fingers lower, brushing them over the bulge in Nine's pants, then back up when he heard Nine suck in a quick breath of air.
John moved his hand to the buttons on Nine's pants. One of them was already open from John messing with it earlier, but the other one wasn't.
He pulled on the metal button a bit, not wanting to open it without Nine's permission. His hand moved down to the zipper, running along it, and back up to the top of Nine's pants.
"Is this okay?" John asked, pulling on the button again.
"Yeah," Nine breathed.
John pulled his head off of Nine's shoulder and sat up more, moving his left hand to join his other. He slowly undid the button, making sure to give Nine time to tell him to stop if he wanted. He could see the top of Nine's gray boxers.
John reached for his zipper, pulling it down at the same slow speed. Nine's erection shot up, only covered by his boxers. They were light gray, but there were damp spots that were darker.
John zipped down Nine's pants the rest of the way before getting up to his knees. He tugged them down, Nine lifting his hips up to help the process. He shuffled down the bed, pulling the pants all the way off of Nine and throwing them on the floor with his blanket.
John moved back up the bed, swinging one of his legs over Nine's body afterwards. "Move down," John told him. Nine scooched down until he was lying with his head on one of John's pillows.
John bent down and kissed him, soon moving down to his neck. He licked the skin and kept moving, going down to his chest and taking one of his nipples into his mouth.
Nine groaned at the feeling, and moaned loudly when John started to suck on it. John moved one of his hands to Nine's other nipple, remembering how good it felt when Nine had touched his. He took the peaked bud in between his thumb and pointer finger. He lightly pinched it at the same time that he sucked hard on Nine's other one.
"John," Nine gasped.
John took his mouth off of Nine's right nipple, moving it over to his left. He switched his hands, making sure to stimulate both of the hard buds. John circled his tongue around Nine's left bud, which was flushed red, before he put his mouth around it and suckled on it.
John's face heated up at his own actions, but he was spurred on by Nine's moans. "Johnny, John, f-feels good," he murmured.
John reluctantly let go of Nine's right nipple, taking his mouth off of the left one as well. He licked Nine's chest before going down to his stomach.
John experimentally took some of Nine's skin into his mouth and bit down. Nine's stomach clenched, outlining the muscles there. John licked the spot and dragged his tongue down Nine's abs until he reached the top of his boxers. He kissed the spot before lifting his head up.
John looked down at the spot where Nine's boxers tented, his hard dick straining against the fabric. With an odd burst of courage he leaned down and licked the top of the bulge.
"John!" Nine moaned, almost loud enough to be a shout, scaring John and he quickly took his head away.
"Sorry, was that okay?" John asked.
"Yeah," Nine said quickly, but then seemed to regret it. "Well, I mean…" Nine looked away, pain returning to his eyes.
"Hey," John said, going back up to Nine's head and kissing him. "You deserve to be loved, too."
"Doesn't feel like it most times…"
John gazed down at Nine for a couple seconds. "None of that was your fault. The academy, what happened to the human garde…Five. It was the fault of the people who put you in those positions."
"Yeah," Nine sighed. "I just…could have done more."
"Nine, past you did what he thought was best. And, hey, it probably was. Okay?"
Nine sighed before nodding. "Okay."
John looked down at Nine's boxers. "Can I get those out of the way now?"
"Uh, yeah," Nine said.
John moved back down his body, hooking his fingers under the stretchy fabric and pulling down. Nine lifted his hips again, letting John pull his boxers down to his thighs. Nine's dick sprung free, stiffening into an odd angle where it was pointed more towards him than the ceiling. It was just under seven inches and leaning slightly to the right.
John raised one of his eyebrows, smiling down at it.
"What?" Nine asked.
"Why is it leaning like that?" John replied.
"Well, not everyone can have a perfect cock like you, John," Nine scoffed, slightly embarrassed, as John pulled Nine's boxers the rest of the way off, tossing them somewhere.
John crawled back up Nine's body, kissing him forcefully. Nine wrapped his hands around John's neck and bit down on his bottom lip. John moaned into the kiss as Nine tugged on his lip.
John moved his body and their dicks touched, both of them gasping at the feeling, which made Nine let go of John's lip. He rutted down, rubbing them together.
"John," Nine groaned before he reached down in between them and started to stroke John's hard length.
John shakily moved one of his hands to Nine's dick, only hestianting for a second before wrapping his hand around it. It was thick and hot to the touch, the head flushed bright red. John gave an experimental squeeze and Nine's hand faltered.
John used his thumb and pointer finger to massage the head of Nine's dick. A drop of precum started to form on the slit at the top and John ran his thumb over it. It smeared onto the pad of his thumb and John brought it up to his face to study it.
"Hey, you're clean, right?" John asked. He was sure that he could probably heal any STDs but he wanted to make sure.
"Yeah, I was tested a couple months ago," Nine said.
John nodded and looked back down at his thumb. The precum was clear in color and drying quickly. He wiped it on his already ruined sheets, then went back to Nine's cock.
He moved his hand up and down slowly, wanting to have time to gain speed. Nine was doing the same to him, both of their hands shaking from the attention they were getting.
John moved to hold Nine's balls, both of them heavy in his hand. Nine groaned loudly as John rubbed his thumb against the sensitive skin. John moved his other hand to help out the first, one hand stroking Nine's cock and the other massaging his balls.
John sped up and Nine had to let go of him, gripping the sheets instead.
"Oh, John, Johnny," Nine mumbled, tipping his head back onto John's pillow. John blushed as Nine moaned his name. "Yes, baby, s-so good. Mm, Johnny, Four, Jo-John, baby." Nine just seemed to be babbling at this point, mostly saying John's name.
Nine pulled one of his legs up, putting his knee in front of John's dick. He pushed it against him, getting John hips to stutter forward. Nine looked down at him through half lidded eyes and pushed against him again.
John tried to stop his hips from going forward, but failed. Nine seemed to like what he got John to do and pushed against him again.
Oh… He wants me to do that, John thought. Nine tipped his head back again, eyes no longer on John, but he kept pushing against John's cock, getting him to buck his hips.
"Shit, Nine," John muttered. Couldn't he just lay down and enjoy this?
John stopped trying to stop his hips, instead thrusting them forward against Nine's leg. He moved his hands around, bringing one to the back of Nine's leg, holding his calf. The other picked up speed again, trying to get Nine to his climax.
John humped against Nine's leg, his hips roughly snapping forward. His dick rubbed against the inside of Nine's calf on each thrust, the friction bringing John closer to the edge.
John felt himself getting close and by the sound of Nine he was too.
Suddenly, John was overcome with a strange urge. His hand slowed down as he tried to make sense of the weird want. Nine got quieter, his moans almost sounding confused.
His hips faltered as Nine shot up into a sitting position. John and he looked at each other for a second before Nine pulled his leg out from under John and he got up on his knees.
Nine dove for his neck, but instead of kissing it he rubbed his neck on John's. John's urge to touch Nine everywhere washed over him and he pushed back, rubbing against Nine with his neck, arms, and wrists.
The action filled the need, and it somehow felt more intimate than John was expecting.
Nine quickly ran his wrists and arms down John's back, ass, and thighs, then coming back up to his neck and repeating. He kept rubbing his neck against John's, occasionally butting their foreheads together.
They both got frantic with their rubbing, for no other reason than it felt necessary.
An overpowering smell hit John. It was a mix of sweat, metal, and other underlying things, but it was, without a doubt, the smell of Nine. John rubbed against him harder, thrusting his hips forward as the smell took over his senses.
Nine, Nine, Nine.
"John, Johnny, goddamn, I just- John. John, I love you. Please- John, I love you so much. I'm gonna protect you, Johnny, always," Nine babbled, moaning out the words as fast as he could. "Don't leave me, Four, Johnny. Oh, god, John-"
"Nine, Nine, Nine," John started to mutter, barely aware he was making any sound.
Nine met John's thrusts with his own, pulling them impossibly close together. John pushed against him harder, heat pooling in his stomach.
John's climax came quickly, hitting him hard, and he barely had time to register anything as he came onto Nine. His vision blurred for a second and his knees felt weak as he collapsed onto Nine, his whole body shaking.
Nine thrusted against him, both of his arms steading John's body.
"John!" He shouted as he tipped over the edge. John felt hot ropes of cum hit his stomach and thighs.
Nine gripped onto him as his climax ended, then, he tipped back and fell onto his bed. John went with him, landing on Nine's chest with a splat. Their cum mixed together on their stomachs.
They both laid there, basking in their afterglows.
"Okay," Nine said after a minute or so passed. "Now we really have to get washed off."
"In a second," John replied. "I'm enjoying this." He nuzzled his face into Nine's chest, breathing in his overpowering smell. "Hey, do you know what that was?"
"The rubbing?" Nine asked.
"Yeah…That was weird. Has anything like that happened to you before?"
"Nope. That was definitely new," Nine said. "Felt good, though."
"Hm," John grunted. "Must be a Loric thing."