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[Fictober Day 5] Spooktober: Tentacles / Kinktober: Exhibitionism
Getting down to the wire. Polished these off today and I'm hoping to get a couple of more drafts finished before I go to sleep tonight (especially since I sacrificed working out in order to write).
I never expected to write Homestuck again, but the arrival of Homestuck^2 brought an old plot bunny back to the surface and I ended up hammering out this fill pretty quickly. The other fill might be the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life, and it ended up running so long that I've split it up across two different fills.
So far, there's been a disturbing lack of explicit references to Halloween. The drafts for the latter fills I have done have rectified this, though I have to say a lot of this is a symptom of me having a hard time getting into the Holiday spirit this year. I suspect this weekend I'll be kicking myself for not making more of an effort.
Title: A Loud and Sloppy Interspecies Makeout
Fandom: Homestuck
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spooktoberchallenge, Day 4: Tentacles
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1295
Characters/Pairings: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas
Notes/Warnings: Takes Place during the meteor trip after the retcon in Act 6. Contains humorous speculations on troll anatomy.
Summary: Karkat and Dave hook up for the first time during their meteor trip, but Dave won't stop talking the entire time.
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"Yeah more tongue."
Karkat reflexively thrust his arms upward, pushing up against the dead weight on his chest. Their embrace broken, he scowled up at the face of the other boy, who was staring back down at him in confusion.
Well, he was pretty certain it was confusion. Dave refused to take off his damn sunglasses, which sometimes made it difficult to tell.
"I said I wanted more of that tongue wagging in my mouth dude," Dave said, staring down at him with a straight face.
Karkat bit back the surly reply before it could crawl past his lips. Instead he swallowed, and began to push up harder. "This… was a mistake."
"I'm just trying to communicate," Dave said, staying firmly planted above him. "You know, with consent and all that? I'm, like, trying to grow as a person and shit, you know? And being with you has really helped with that. I don't just mean in the boner way. I mean in the brain way."
"Oh my god," Karkat groaned, still trying to push up. This effect made it seem more like he was groping Dave's chest, which only infuriated him more because the prospect did hold some sliver of appeal.
Hell, he wouldn't have agreed to do this Earth culture makeout session if he wasn't attracted to Dave.
"I mean, do you wanna try kissing again? If you wanna just feel each other up that's cool too."
"I- fuck you," Karkat stammered, ended his assault on Dave's chest and drawing his hands back.
Dave remained suspended above him for another moment before lowering himself back down on top of Karkat. Dave's weight pressing down on him was a pleasant sensation, and might have been the closest he'd ever been to another being,
"Well…" Dave frowned, staying silent for another moment, before his face suddenly brightened. "You know what, I'm an open minded dude. You can put stuff in my butt if you want to."
"That's not what I meant you asshole!"
"You only wanted me for my supple butt hole this whole time," Dave said in mock sadness, brushing away an imaginary tear from under his glasses. "It's okay, I'm used to it. But how will we do this? You don't have a dick, right? Or do you?"
Karkat get his face grow flush and simply stared up at Dave in shocked silence.
"Is it tentacles? Rose seems to think trolls have tentacles down there. Oh that'd be kind of hot actually. Like something out of Bro's manga. How big is it?"
Dave pulled himself up again, running his hand down Karkat's chest. He fished his hand up Karkat's sweatshirt and slowly began sliding it up…
"Stop," Karkat said in the clearest voice he could manage.
To his credit, Dave did stop, but he left his hand where it was resting on Katkat's bare chest, the sweatshirt hiked halfway up.
"Ah, sorry, I'm just kind of nervous, you know?" He said, and for the first time Karkat noticed the scarlet splotches on Dave's face.
Wow, I can see his blood.
"Well, just relax," Karkat said, tearing his gaze away from Dave's face. "I'm an expert on romance, remember? Just follow my lead."
"But I thought-" Dave began.
Karkat looked back up just in time to see Dave looking away himself. "What?"
Dave hesitated for a moment, before sucking in a sharp breath. "I thought trolls didn't have sex. That you all just came in a bucket and stuff."
"Okay, get off of me."
Dave did this time, and he lacked any of the bravado he'd had moments before. If anything, he looked like he could faint at any moment.
"Holy fuck relax," Karkat said, sitting up and pulling his sweatshirt back down over his chest. "I'm not mad, okay? I'm annoyed, but I'm always fucking annoyed."
"No, I'm sorry. It's just- That was my first kiss," Dave said. His face was turned away from Karkat, but he could still see the splotches creeping onto the back of the blond's neck.
"Oh," was all Karkat could manage to say. He'd always assumed someone like Dave would've done that when he was back on earth, or at least with Terezi during their brief tet-a-tet.
After a few awkward moments of silence, he managed to find his words again, "Why me?"
Dave turned back toward him, the surprise abundantly clear this time. "What do you mean?"
"Is it just because I'm the only real option here?" Karkat shifted on the couch nervously, knowing he could be completely nuking any chance of filling a quadrant with anyone for years. "Like, the others are all paired up and Gamzee's locked in that chest. I guess there's the mayor-"
"The mayor is a pure, innocent soul," Dave cut in. "Please don't include him in your adolescent fantasies."
Karkat waved his hand dismissively. "Just answer the damn question."
"No, of course not," Dave said, sounding almost angry. "I want to kiss you because I like you. It's just a lot because, I mean, you're a… a…"
"Troll?" Karkat finished.
Dave shook his head, almost choking out the words. "A guy."
"Oh."
They sat in silence for a few minutes after that. Karkat couldn't quite grasp why that was the specific hangup Dave had with this situation, but it was clearly distressing him.
Slowly, Karkat reached over and took Dave's hand in his. "All this Earth courtship stuff is really fucking confusing, so I'm not sure what to say to make you feel better about this. But if it means anything, I want to try it with you because I like you too."
"You're not just horny?"
"Dave."
"Sorry," Dave said, squeezing his hand. He used his free hand to take off his glasses and wipe his face, before turning back toward him his eyes so strikingly clear and bright that Karkat felt his pulse race. "Can we try that again?"
Karkat silently leaned forward. They stared at each other for a moment, faces only an inch apart.
Fucking damn it, he's hot, Karkat thought to himself. As if he heard that thought, Dave broke out in that familiar grin, and pulled Karkat into another kiss.
The first kiss had been desperate and frantic, and looking back it was clear neither of them had known what they were doing. This one was slower, more deliberate. Karkat unlaced his fingers from Dave's and wrapped his arms around the other boy's body, pulling them closer. In the same moment, he felt Dave's lips part, and he felt his own coaxed open as the human's tongue penetrated his mouth.
The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, more intimate and more charged that any Rom-Com he'd ever watched had ever conveyed.
He wasn't sure how long they sat there, intoxicated by their own embrace, but when they parted, Karkat found himself desperately gulping down air. Dave was also breathless, his face even more flush and bearing an unmistakable hunger.
"We... should do that again," Karkat gasped, a nervous laugh managing to escape his mouth. "Maybe... try some of that other stuff you mentioned too?"
"Yeah," Dave said, that cocky grin plastered on his face once again.
Karkat paid it back in kind, before snaking his hands up Dave's shirt the same way the other boy had done before. Dave let out a low groan, running his hands down Karkat's back, mirroring the motion.
"Fuck dude," Dave said, "I can't wait to feel your huge bulge wiggling around in my guts."
"Dave, shut the fuck up."
"Oh come on," He said, raising his arms and allowing Karkat to pull his shirt off over his head. "You know you love it."
The worst… no. The best part about all of this was that he did.
Title: The Coach and the Pretty Boy, Part 1
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 27: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4163
Characters/Pairings: Coach Schneider/Jesse Walsh, Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh
Notes/Warnings: Jesse is canonically eighteen, but this story depicts a graphic sexual relationship between a teacher and a high school student. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Summary: Jesse enters into a risky and intense sexual relationship with Coach Schneider. But as the arrangement starts to get more intense, Jesse is left questioning his own motivations for being a part of it.
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Jesse gasped, doing his best not to fall over as the warm, wet sensation began to overwhelm his senses.
His mind had already been in a fog. He had no idea how or why he had walked to this place, Don's, in the middle of the night, his pajamas drenched with sweat as they clung to his body.
He was now less constricted as least. His pajama bottoms had been pulled down to his ankles, rooting him to the spot even more as he pressed his weight against the support beam he was leaning on. The most steadying pretense were the hands gripping his thighs as his baseball coach pressed his face into his crotch.
Not that he had anything to compare it to, but the man was clearly experienced. Jesse's dick wasn't exactly small - something Grady had taken a perverse glee in drawing attention to the first day in the locker room - but Schneider was taking all of it with the self-assured ease of someone who'd conquered larger obstacles. That was one clue anyway.
The other was that this was happening out in the open. Other men, ranging from older than Schneider to almost as young as Jesse milled about the bar. Many wore the same leather that Schneider did, with younger guys mostly opting for harnesses on their otherwise shirtless chests while the older men wore full leather ensembles, complete with jackets, hats, and some other accessories. There were others still who went for a more androgynous look, to the point where Jesse wasn't sure if any of them were men, though he supposed that was the point.
Of course, most of these were things he picked up on before Schneider grabbed him by the shoulder at the bar. Now, he was so overwhelmed that he was only aware that people were watching. The realization only made his pulse race even faster. It felt like he was riding some kind of high, though he knew for a fact he hadn't taken anything. Hell, Schneider wouldn't even let him take a sip of his drink.
Though apparently that sense of responsibility ended when it came to seducing his students.
"...likes pretty boys like you." That's what Grady had said when he told him how Schneider came to this place. That he was queer. Guess he has been right on all counts.
Whatever internal dialogue Jesse was having was interrupted by a new sensation. Schneider had moved his hands upward, lightly brushing his fingers around Jesse's hole. The feeling started him, and made him buckle his hips, thrusting deep into Schneider's throat of his own volition. For his part, Schneider let out a low, satisfied moan, before sliding his hands up once more.
Fuck, Jesse thought. He opened his eyes. He hadn't remembered closing them - maybe when Schneider started playing with his ass - but he could see around him more clearly than he could before.
Everyone was watching them.
Not all had the same level of interest. A group of old men only glanced over casually, as if this were a novelty they had long since grown used to. Another patron dressed in feathers and a leather miniskirt was trying to regain the attention of her companion, a middle-aged man who was staring at the scene intently and letting out labored breaths. A young couple standing nearby were openly touching themselves and staring, though neither of them had removed any clothing. He knew there were more, but in the fog created by the red and blue lights illuminating the bar, it was like the room faded into nothing at the edges.
They know it's only the first act, Jesse realized, only a moment before he felt the first finger enter him.
Schneider must have gotten lube from somewhere - hell, maybe he had it on him already - because the sensation felt more radically unfamiliar than painful. Jesse instinctively reached out, grasping the remaining tufts of hair on the Coach's head. The man paused, clearly taking the hint, and stopped moving. After a moment, Jesse felt the finger inside him begin to shift experimentally.
The pain that was there began to fade, only to flare up again as another finger was added. Schneider was breathing through his nose, leaving Jesse's cock snug in his throat, his tongue occasionally along the underside of his shaft. He figured it was an act probably born more out of greed than any consideration for Jesse's pleasure. After all, how long had it been since he'd tasted a teenage boy's dick.
Jesse felt a third finger enter him, and began to wonder how much more he could take, when an entirely new sensation suddenly seized him. He could feel the fingers inside him curving down, pressing against something that was sending an intense feeling throughout his loins. He opened his mouth and let out a loud, wailing moan as he felt himself pushed over the edge.
He could hear Schneider let out small choking noises as fed the older man his load. The orgasm seemed to last forever, until suddenly it was over, and Schneider was pulling himself off of Jesse's cock, a trail of drool connecting it to his lips as they formed into a self-satisfied smile.
Jesse rolled his head back and rested it against the support beam, panting. He was in no less of a haze than before. He was aware of the eyes that were still on him but didn't turn to look. Instead, he was cognizant of the fact that, despite what he just experienced, he was still rock hard, and the lust thick in the air still made his pulse race.
Wiping his mouth, Schneider slowly got to his feet. He was only slightly taller than Jesse, but in that moment he loomed over him. The leather vest and pants he wore was so different from what he wore at school, and Jesse found himself ranking his eyes over his Coach's body - his bare, muscular arms, and broad chest accentuated by the criss-cross leather straps - with a kind of hunger he didn't know he had within himself.
Schneider looked back down at him with that same kind of hunger. He reached down and began to undo his belt, and Jesse watched intently as the man peeled the leather pants off his skin, freeing a long, hard cock that was at least an inch longer than Jesse's own. Jesse heard himself let out a low moan, and he fought the instinct to drop to his knees right then and there.
The man took a moment to lube up his cock, letting his eyes wander over Jesse's body. It wouldn't be the first time Coach had seen it, and Jesse began to wonder if he'd ever regarded him in the locker room as he did now. Had he sat in his office, touching himself and thinking about violating his student in just this way?
Jesse slowly lifted his leg, allowing his pajama bottoms to disentangle from his ankles and allowed them to pool, forgotten, onto the floor. Schneider reached over and had cupped the boy's balls, sliding past to once again probe his hole. Both of them were breathing heavily now, the air of the bar practically drenched in the scent of their arousal.
It happened in slow motion. Schneider pulled Jesse close to him, his leather top clinging to Jesse's sweat-slick chest. The man's hands brushed along Jesse's thighs until he hooked them underneath, pushing the boy all the way up against the pillar and lifting his legs up off the ground, spreading them and positioning his body in between. Jesse's member flopped down against his chest, and he could feel the girth of his coach's cock head probing at his entrance.
He'd envisioned losing his virginity in a lot of different ways. None of them resembled this even remotely, but Jesse no longer cared. As Schneider's cock began to enter him, pushing painfully past the ring of his sphincter, he realized that he didn't want anything else. He wanted to be taken this way, and the feeling that ran through him when Schneider brushed past that one spot again only drove it home further. That he was made for this, made to take cock.
It took a while for Schneider to fully enter him. The man clearly knew how painful this was going to be, and repeatedly stopped to let Jesse adjust and apply more lube to where they were joined. He felt so sticky and so slick at the same time, and whenever Schneider pushed in further Jesse wanted to cry out and demand all of it. He didn't care about the pain, he just wanted it all inside of him.
When he finally got his wish, Jesse had to do his best to keep himself calm. His own cock throbbed painfully lying against his stomach, and he was worried that if he overstimulated himself he'd cum right then and there. Instead he let his eyes wander around the room, and realized that all pretense of disinterest had dropped. Women in fancy leather were touching themselves, while men young and old were openly stroking their cocks. Jesse stared out at them, his breathing shallow. All of these people watched as the high school baseball coach popped the cherry of one of his students, and it was like an aphrodisiac. He felt a kinship with them in the most bizarre way, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to give them a show.
And then Schneider began to move.
Jesse moaned, reaching out and grabbing the man's muscled upper arm to steady himself more as Schneider began to get into a rhythm. His thrusts were deliberate, each one brushing past the spot that made Jesse see stars, and in no time at all the teenager was an even more incoherent mess than he already was. Jesse could feel himself drooling, and wrapped his legs around Schneider's waist in and effort to pull him in deeper.
For his part, Schneider looked completely enraptured, his face screwed up in a type of concentration that Jesse recognized from the field, but with an unmistakable glee that he'd never seen on the man's face before. His body may have grown less shapely with age, but Jesse could feel the power behind the man's thrusts, see the way his stomach constricted when he pulled back. He found it absolutely intoxicating.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and for the first time since he'd entered the bar last night, words escaped his lips. "Harder."
"What did you say?" Schneider asked, the blunt tone of his voice breaking the spell.
"I said fuck me harder!" Jesse cried out. "Please sir, I need it!"
"That's a good boy," Schneider said, and immediately thrust his hips faster.
Jesse's felt his mind go blank, the sensation so powerful it overwhelmed all of his senses. He was still drooling, but his grip on the man's arms loosened as he gave over all control to the strength of the older man's body. It was the best feeling he'd ever had, and he never wanted this night, this encounter, this embrace, to end.
It was then Jesse heard it, the drumbeat of fluids hitting the floor. The audience had begun reaching their own orgams, filling the air with moans and the stench of cum. It was like a switch had flipped, and Schneider began pivoting his thrusts upward, letting out a low animalistic growl as he grinded himself into Jesse.
"Yes!" Jesse cried out. "Just like that. Give it to me Coach! Give me your cum!"
Schneider thrust one last time before leaning over, pulling the boy into a tighter embrace and pressing his face into Jesse's armpit, inhaling his musk. It drove Jesse just a little bit more wild as the realization hit him. It was happening, Coach was flooding his guts with his cum. He had claimed him, bred him with his seed in front of all of these people.
This triggered his own release, his cum painting both their chests as they embraced, connected as one.
"Fuck, kid," He heard Schneider gasp, "You're a really good lay."
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Jesse hadn't thought to retrieve his pajama bottoms as Schneider carried him out of the bar. Hell, the friction had shredded his shirt, so he was completely naked when he was placed in the passenger seat of Schneider's truck, cum beginning to pool out of his ass and onto the seat.
"Fuck," Jesse whispered, staring down at the sticky mess. He may have been out of the heavy air of the bar, but he was still stuck in that haze that drew him here. Even after all of that, he still felt an uncontrollable arousal coursing through his body.
"God, to be young again," He heard Schneider say, and he realized the truck was moving.
So many thoughts and questions flooded his mind in that instant. Where was he taking him? Was anyone from the bar going to tell? What was going to happen now? But in the next moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about any of those things. He simply sighed with contentment. "That was incredible."
Schneider grinned, and expression so unfamiliar on his face. Jesse had grown so used to his perpetual scowl and surly demeanor that it was still so weird for him to seem so genuine. "I remember when I was your age. I was completely cock crazy. You been fucking anybody else?"
"No sir."
"Really?" Schneider glanced over, allowing his gaze to linger on Jesse's body for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road. "I would've bet money that you'd tasted Ron Grady's cock. Boy seems completely taken with you."
Jesse didn't know how to respond to that, instead silently letting a blush tinge his face as he remembered their brawl on the baseball field. He had felt so humiliated when Grady pulled down his pants like that in front of everyone, but now he saw that memory in a whole different light. The fact that so many people had seen his bare ass excited him. It was like as soon as he'd entered this haze, something within him had woken up.
Before he knew it, they had already reached their destination. Jesse looked out the truck's window at the dark, quiet entrance to Springwood High School.
"Come on," Schneider said, "Let's get you cleaned up."
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Jesse didn't realize how cold he was until the warm water hit his skin.
He had no idea what time it was, but no one, not even the janitorial staff, would be at the school at this hour. In another life Jesse thought Schneider might've made him run laps for underage drinking, but his body still felt tired and sore all the same.
As he began dragging the soap bar down his body and meticulously began cleaning himself, it hit him one more time. He wasn't a virgin anymore. He'd walked into that bar tonight a boy and left a man. He felt lighter, more powerful than he had in days.
The events of the night continued to wash over him, and he let his mind wander back to what Schneider had said in the truck. He'd never thought about Grady that way. Hell, he hadn't allowed himself too. But he had to admit that his friend was insanely hot. He was lean like Jesse was, but he was sturdier, more muscular. The way his face lit up when they talked about girls or sex. Jesse let out a low moan when he thought about how Grady had once described a wet dream he'd had in excruciating detail.
This was going to be a problem.
The train of thought was broken by the sound of the footsteps, and Jesse looked up to see Schneider walking into the showers. He slowly took in the older man's body, see it completely for the first time. He had clearly been nice and fit in his youth, and the muscle was still clearly there even as time took its toll. Something about it hit Jesse's senses in just the right way, and he slowly ran his eyes over every inch of the man's body as he approached.
For his part, Schneider made no secret of his own intentions. "Damn, you're still hard after all of that," he said, reaching out and softly taking Jesse's cock in his hand. He barely touched it when it sprung up further of its own volition, almost painfully hard.
Jesse parted his lips, so many questions dancing on his lips that he couldn't figure out how to form them into words. Instead, he simply gulped. "When was it?" he asked, suddenly hating the boyish tremor in his voice.
"When was what?" Schneider asked, still looking down and caressing Jesse's cock delicately in his hand.
"When did you want me?" Jesse asked, immediately mortified he asked that sort of question. It made him seem so immature, like an emotionally stunted child.
Schneider looked up at him, his expression unreadable as he seemed to almost study something in Jesse's. Finally, he said, "That first day when I had you in class. I saw you on the field, the way you moved out there. And then after, I saw you changing, saw this body," he reached out, running his hand down Jesse's flat stomach. "I went back to my office and beat off thinking about you. Thought about just fucking you right then and there."
"Wow," was all Jesse could manage to say, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Then I thought about how a twink like you, there's no way those other guys in there weren't thinking the same things I was. Thought about them all taking you in here," he said, nodding to the showers. "Filling all your holes. Making you beg for their cum."
"Fuck," Jesse said, a laugh escaping his lips. "You thought all that about me?"
Schneider reached out, cupping Jesse's face in his hands and brushing some loose strands of hair out of his face. "You're incredible," he breathed, his eyes boring into him with so much desire… and something else Jesse couldn't quite place.
He didn't mull it over any further though, because in that moment Schneider leaned down and pulled him into a kiss.
My first kiss, Jesse thought. It was almost funny how he had sex before he'd been kissed, but everything tonight was all starting to blend together.
The older man was surprisingly tender in that moment, letting go of Jesse's face and wrapping his arms around the boy, pulling him in closer and allowing the water from the shower wash over both of their naked forms. Jesse felt his pulse quicken, and his heart began beating so fast that it became a dull pain in his chest. Just when he thought he'd have to let go, he felt Schneider's tongue poking experimentally at his lips. He opened his own, letting out a deep contented sigh as the coach's tough pushed it's way inside of him.
The sensation wasn't as debilitating as when they had sex, but it was no less intoxicating. Their hard members rubbed against each other as they ran their hands over the other's body, Jesse paying special attention to Schneider's arms and the man zeroed in on the boy's broad shoulders and back. The bar had been filled with a kind of raw, animalistic passion, but this was something much more sensual. They weren't performing for anyone or for each other. They just were.
Jesse trembled, breaking the kiss and gasping for air as he felt Schneider graze his finger along the crack of his ass.
"Is it sore?" Schneider asked. Jesse couldn't see his expression, but his breath was heavy. Jesse nodded. "Don't worry," the man said, with a warmth that felt alien to his voice. "I'll be gentle."
Jesse rested his head on Schneider's shoulder as the first finger entered him. He was still pretty stretched out, so it wasn't long before he felt a second one slide in alongside it. He let out a soft moan, instinctively clenching around them.
"Such a good boy," Schneider said, kissing the mop of hair on top of his head. "Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"Yeah," Jesse gulped, feeling the third finger enter him.
In many ways it felt like a well-practiced routine. Even though they'd only once before, Jesse moved and respond in ways that felt instinctual. Just like before, Schneider pushed him up against the shower wall, lifted him up by his legs, and entered him. It was only then Jesse realized that they hadn't used any lube, his hole still slick from where from he was bred at the bar. The thought only made his body grow hotter. He loved being filthy, given in to the most craven impulses that lurked in the recesses of his brain.
He did, right?
He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. Like in the fog of lost he'd forgotten something very important. The pang of concern left his mind when Schneider pulled him into another kiss, all thoughts consumed by the man entering his body.
The sex was slower this time. Schneider had kept his word that he would be gentle, and every movement, every touch felt so sensual. He gave in to himself, moaning into the kiss and pulling himself closer to Schneider, trying desperately to wrap himself around the man's body as his thrusts remained, teasingly, agonizingly slow.
Schneider broke the kiss, staring at Jesse with a mix of wonder and lust. "Damn kid, you really needed this, huh?"
"Yeah," Jesse choked out, suddenly realizing how much he had craved this. Perhaps he always had. Maybe that's why he'd felt so out of place in his interactions with Lisa and Grady. No, even before that.
Schneider carried him away from the wall, his thrusts sharper now as he buried his face in Jesse's neck. The motion caused Jesse to moan louder, the sound turning more and more into illegible mumbling.
"Feels good, huh?" Schneider mumbled.
Jesse simply whimpered in response, too overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through his body to form words. It was all he could do to hold onto his coach and he pistoned into him faster.
"You must love it in here," Schneider continued, brushing his face against Jesse's cheek and whispering in his ear. "Little perv like you. Bet you get excited whenever you get to see all the other guys bodies all wet, touching all those muscles as they soap themselves up. Bet you got a good look at all their cocks, huh? Bet they have no idea they had a willing slut at their disposal this whole time."
"Uh huh," was all Jesse could manage, the scene he was describing was turning him on even more than he already was, and he could feel his painfully hard cock slap against his stomach and Schneider picked up his pace.
"Bet you want Ron's most of all, huh? Stud like that could have you anywhere if he asked. Hell, I bet he could force you down and you'd willingly take it, wouldn't you?"
Yes! Jesse dug his nails into Schneider's back. He was close, but he wanted to hang on as long as he could. He felt wild, like coach had let something free he'd worked so hard to keep hidden, and he wanted to embrace it in all of its wonderful depravity.
"I bet a bunch of the guys here have dirty jockstraps sitting in their lockers," Schneider said, a new kind of giddiness to his voice. "What do you say? After this we can go raid them. I'm sure your friend Ron has a pair that's nice and ripe that you can try on."
That did it.
Jesse let out a loud, bleating howl, holding onto Schneider as tight as he could as he came. He felt his body strain, his last orgasm so recent, but it only added to the high he rode in that moment. Schneider didn't let up, thrusting into him harder, brushing past that same spot that kept him on the edge.
And then, with one last thrust, he pulled Jesse closer into a kiss. The boy practically bit him as he sucked the older man's tongue into his mouth, clenching down and milking out every last drop of cum that he could from his new lover.
After another minute at that glorious peak, he felt his body grow slack. Schneider pulled out of him, Jesse whimpering at the loss as the man lowered him onto shaky feet.
"I have a feeling," Schneider said, kissing the top of his head, "that we're going to have a lot of fun together."
There it was again. That edge, that something in his voice that Jesse couldn't quite place. Only he could no longer bring himself to care.
He just wanted to do that again.
I never expected to write Homestuck again, but the arrival of Homestuck^2 brought an old plot bunny back to the surface and I ended up hammering out this fill pretty quickly. The other fill might be the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life, and it ended up running so long that I've split it up across two different fills.
So far, there's been a disturbing lack of explicit references to Halloween. The drafts for the latter fills I have done have rectified this, though I have to say a lot of this is a symptom of me having a hard time getting into the Holiday spirit this year. I suspect this weekend I'll be kicking myself for not making more of an effort.
Title: A Loud and Sloppy Interspecies Makeout
Fandom: Homestuck
Challenge:
spooktoberchallenge, Day 4: TentaclesRating: Mature
Word Count: 1295
Characters/Pairings: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas
Notes/Warnings: Takes Place during the meteor trip after the retcon in Act 6. Contains humorous speculations on troll anatomy.
Summary: Karkat and Dave hook up for the first time during their meteor trip, but Dave won't stop talking the entire time.
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"Yeah more tongue."
Karkat reflexively thrust his arms upward, pushing up against the dead weight on his chest. Their embrace broken, he scowled up at the face of the other boy, who was staring back down at him in confusion.
Well, he was pretty certain it was confusion. Dave refused to take off his damn sunglasses, which sometimes made it difficult to tell.
"I said I wanted more of that tongue wagging in my mouth dude," Dave said, staring down at him with a straight face.
Karkat bit back the surly reply before it could crawl past his lips. Instead he swallowed, and began to push up harder. "This… was a mistake."
"I'm just trying to communicate," Dave said, staying firmly planted above him. "You know, with consent and all that? I'm, like, trying to grow as a person and shit, you know? And being with you has really helped with that. I don't just mean in the boner way. I mean in the brain way."
"Oh my god," Karkat groaned, still trying to push up. This effect made it seem more like he was groping Dave's chest, which only infuriated him more because the prospect did hold some sliver of appeal.
Hell, he wouldn't have agreed to do this Earth culture makeout session if he wasn't attracted to Dave.
"I mean, do you wanna try kissing again? If you wanna just feel each other up that's cool too."
"I- fuck you," Karkat stammered, ended his assault on Dave's chest and drawing his hands back.
Dave remained suspended above him for another moment before lowering himself back down on top of Karkat. Dave's weight pressing down on him was a pleasant sensation, and might have been the closest he'd ever been to another being,
"Well…" Dave frowned, staying silent for another moment, before his face suddenly brightened. "You know what, I'm an open minded dude. You can put stuff in my butt if you want to."
"That's not what I meant you asshole!"
"You only wanted me for my supple butt hole this whole time," Dave said in mock sadness, brushing away an imaginary tear from under his glasses. "It's okay, I'm used to it. But how will we do this? You don't have a dick, right? Or do you?"
Karkat get his face grow flush and simply stared up at Dave in shocked silence.
"Is it tentacles? Rose seems to think trolls have tentacles down there. Oh that'd be kind of hot actually. Like something out of Bro's manga. How big is it?"
Dave pulled himself up again, running his hand down Karkat's chest. He fished his hand up Karkat's sweatshirt and slowly began sliding it up…
"Stop," Karkat said in the clearest voice he could manage.
To his credit, Dave did stop, but he left his hand where it was resting on Katkat's bare chest, the sweatshirt hiked halfway up.
"Ah, sorry, I'm just kind of nervous, you know?" He said, and for the first time Karkat noticed the scarlet splotches on Dave's face.
Wow, I can see his blood.
"Well, just relax," Karkat said, tearing his gaze away from Dave's face. "I'm an expert on romance, remember? Just follow my lead."
"But I thought-" Dave began.
Karkat looked back up just in time to see Dave looking away himself. "What?"
Dave hesitated for a moment, before sucking in a sharp breath. "I thought trolls didn't have sex. That you all just came in a bucket and stuff."
"Okay, get off of me."
Dave did this time, and he lacked any of the bravado he'd had moments before. If anything, he looked like he could faint at any moment.
"Holy fuck relax," Karkat said, sitting up and pulling his sweatshirt back down over his chest. "I'm not mad, okay? I'm annoyed, but I'm always fucking annoyed."
"No, I'm sorry. It's just- That was my first kiss," Dave said. His face was turned away from Karkat, but he could still see the splotches creeping onto the back of the blond's neck.
"Oh," was all Karkat could manage to say. He'd always assumed someone like Dave would've done that when he was back on earth, or at least with Terezi during their brief tet-a-tet.
After a few awkward moments of silence, he managed to find his words again, "Why me?"
Dave turned back toward him, the surprise abundantly clear this time. "What do you mean?"
"Is it just because I'm the only real option here?" Karkat shifted on the couch nervously, knowing he could be completely nuking any chance of filling a quadrant with anyone for years. "Like, the others are all paired up and Gamzee's locked in that chest. I guess there's the mayor-"
"The mayor is a pure, innocent soul," Dave cut in. "Please don't include him in your adolescent fantasies."
Karkat waved his hand dismissively. "Just answer the damn question."
"No, of course not," Dave said, sounding almost angry. "I want to kiss you because I like you. It's just a lot because, I mean, you're a… a…"
"Troll?" Karkat finished.
Dave shook his head, almost choking out the words. "A guy."
"Oh."
They sat in silence for a few minutes after that. Karkat couldn't quite grasp why that was the specific hangup Dave had with this situation, but it was clearly distressing him.
Slowly, Karkat reached over and took Dave's hand in his. "All this Earth courtship stuff is really fucking confusing, so I'm not sure what to say to make you feel better about this. But if it means anything, I want to try it with you because I like you too."
"You're not just horny?"
"Dave."
"Sorry," Dave said, squeezing his hand. He used his free hand to take off his glasses and wipe his face, before turning back toward him his eyes so strikingly clear and bright that Karkat felt his pulse race. "Can we try that again?"
Karkat silently leaned forward. They stared at each other for a moment, faces only an inch apart.
Fucking damn it, he's hot, Karkat thought to himself. As if he heard that thought, Dave broke out in that familiar grin, and pulled Karkat into another kiss.
The first kiss had been desperate and frantic, and looking back it was clear neither of them had known what they were doing. This one was slower, more deliberate. Karkat unlaced his fingers from Dave's and wrapped his arms around the other boy's body, pulling them closer. In the same moment, he felt Dave's lips part, and he felt his own coaxed open as the human's tongue penetrated his mouth.
The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, more intimate and more charged that any Rom-Com he'd ever watched had ever conveyed.
He wasn't sure how long they sat there, intoxicated by their own embrace, but when they parted, Karkat found himself desperately gulping down air. Dave was also breathless, his face even more flush and bearing an unmistakable hunger.
"We... should do that again," Karkat gasped, a nervous laugh managing to escape his mouth. "Maybe... try some of that other stuff you mentioned too?"
"Yeah," Dave said, that cocky grin plastered on his face once again.
Karkat paid it back in kind, before snaking his hands up Dave's shirt the same way the other boy had done before. Dave let out a low groan, running his hands down Karkat's back, mirroring the motion.
"Fuck dude," Dave said, "I can't wait to feel your huge bulge wiggling around in my guts."
"Dave, shut the fuck up."
"Oh come on," He said, raising his arms and allowing Karkat to pull his shirt off over his head. "You know you love it."
The worst… no. The best part about all of this was that he did.
Title: The Coach and the Pretty Boy, Part 1
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 27: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4163
Characters/Pairings: Coach Schneider/Jesse Walsh, Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh
Notes/Warnings: Jesse is canonically eighteen, but this story depicts a graphic sexual relationship between a teacher and a high school student. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Summary: Jesse enters into a risky and intense sexual relationship with Coach Schneider. But as the arrangement starts to get more intense, Jesse is left questioning his own motivations for being a part of it.
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Jesse gasped, doing his best not to fall over as the warm, wet sensation began to overwhelm his senses.
His mind had already been in a fog. He had no idea how or why he had walked to this place, Don's, in the middle of the night, his pajamas drenched with sweat as they clung to his body.
He was now less constricted as least. His pajama bottoms had been pulled down to his ankles, rooting him to the spot even more as he pressed his weight against the support beam he was leaning on. The most steadying pretense were the hands gripping his thighs as his baseball coach pressed his face into his crotch.
Not that he had anything to compare it to, but the man was clearly experienced. Jesse's dick wasn't exactly small - something Grady had taken a perverse glee in drawing attention to the first day in the locker room - but Schneider was taking all of it with the self-assured ease of someone who'd conquered larger obstacles. That was one clue anyway.
The other was that this was happening out in the open. Other men, ranging from older than Schneider to almost as young as Jesse milled about the bar. Many wore the same leather that Schneider did, with younger guys mostly opting for harnesses on their otherwise shirtless chests while the older men wore full leather ensembles, complete with jackets, hats, and some other accessories. There were others still who went for a more androgynous look, to the point where Jesse wasn't sure if any of them were men, though he supposed that was the point.
Of course, most of these were things he picked up on before Schneider grabbed him by the shoulder at the bar. Now, he was so overwhelmed that he was only aware that people were watching. The realization only made his pulse race even faster. It felt like he was riding some kind of high, though he knew for a fact he hadn't taken anything. Hell, Schneider wouldn't even let him take a sip of his drink.
Though apparently that sense of responsibility ended when it came to seducing his students.
"...likes pretty boys like you." That's what Grady had said when he told him how Schneider came to this place. That he was queer. Guess he has been right on all counts.
Whatever internal dialogue Jesse was having was interrupted by a new sensation. Schneider had moved his hands upward, lightly brushing his fingers around Jesse's hole. The feeling started him, and made him buckle his hips, thrusting deep into Schneider's throat of his own volition. For his part, Schneider let out a low, satisfied moan, before sliding his hands up once more.
Fuck, Jesse thought. He opened his eyes. He hadn't remembered closing them - maybe when Schneider started playing with his ass - but he could see around him more clearly than he could before.
Everyone was watching them.
Not all had the same level of interest. A group of old men only glanced over casually, as if this were a novelty they had long since grown used to. Another patron dressed in feathers and a leather miniskirt was trying to regain the attention of her companion, a middle-aged man who was staring at the scene intently and letting out labored breaths. A young couple standing nearby were openly touching themselves and staring, though neither of them had removed any clothing. He knew there were more, but in the fog created by the red and blue lights illuminating the bar, it was like the room faded into nothing at the edges.
They know it's only the first act, Jesse realized, only a moment before he felt the first finger enter him.
Schneider must have gotten lube from somewhere - hell, maybe he had it on him already - because the sensation felt more radically unfamiliar than painful. Jesse instinctively reached out, grasping the remaining tufts of hair on the Coach's head. The man paused, clearly taking the hint, and stopped moving. After a moment, Jesse felt the finger inside him begin to shift experimentally.
The pain that was there began to fade, only to flare up again as another finger was added. Schneider was breathing through his nose, leaving Jesse's cock snug in his throat, his tongue occasionally along the underside of his shaft. He figured it was an act probably born more out of greed than any consideration for Jesse's pleasure. After all, how long had it been since he'd tasted a teenage boy's dick.
Jesse felt a third finger enter him, and began to wonder how much more he could take, when an entirely new sensation suddenly seized him. He could feel the fingers inside him curving down, pressing against something that was sending an intense feeling throughout his loins. He opened his mouth and let out a loud, wailing moan as he felt himself pushed over the edge.
He could hear Schneider let out small choking noises as fed the older man his load. The orgasm seemed to last forever, until suddenly it was over, and Schneider was pulling himself off of Jesse's cock, a trail of drool connecting it to his lips as they formed into a self-satisfied smile.
Jesse rolled his head back and rested it against the support beam, panting. He was in no less of a haze than before. He was aware of the eyes that were still on him but didn't turn to look. Instead, he was cognizant of the fact that, despite what he just experienced, he was still rock hard, and the lust thick in the air still made his pulse race.
Wiping his mouth, Schneider slowly got to his feet. He was only slightly taller than Jesse, but in that moment he loomed over him. The leather vest and pants he wore was so different from what he wore at school, and Jesse found himself ranking his eyes over his Coach's body - his bare, muscular arms, and broad chest accentuated by the criss-cross leather straps - with a kind of hunger he didn't know he had within himself.
Schneider looked back down at him with that same kind of hunger. He reached down and began to undo his belt, and Jesse watched intently as the man peeled the leather pants off his skin, freeing a long, hard cock that was at least an inch longer than Jesse's own. Jesse heard himself let out a low moan, and he fought the instinct to drop to his knees right then and there.
The man took a moment to lube up his cock, letting his eyes wander over Jesse's body. It wouldn't be the first time Coach had seen it, and Jesse began to wonder if he'd ever regarded him in the locker room as he did now. Had he sat in his office, touching himself and thinking about violating his student in just this way?
Jesse slowly lifted his leg, allowing his pajama bottoms to disentangle from his ankles and allowed them to pool, forgotten, onto the floor. Schneider reached over and had cupped the boy's balls, sliding past to once again probe his hole. Both of them were breathing heavily now, the air of the bar practically drenched in the scent of their arousal.
It happened in slow motion. Schneider pulled Jesse close to him, his leather top clinging to Jesse's sweat-slick chest. The man's hands brushed along Jesse's thighs until he hooked them underneath, pushing the boy all the way up against the pillar and lifting his legs up off the ground, spreading them and positioning his body in between. Jesse's member flopped down against his chest, and he could feel the girth of his coach's cock head probing at his entrance.
He'd envisioned losing his virginity in a lot of different ways. None of them resembled this even remotely, but Jesse no longer cared. As Schneider's cock began to enter him, pushing painfully past the ring of his sphincter, he realized that he didn't want anything else. He wanted to be taken this way, and the feeling that ran through him when Schneider brushed past that one spot again only drove it home further. That he was made for this, made to take cock.
It took a while for Schneider to fully enter him. The man clearly knew how painful this was going to be, and repeatedly stopped to let Jesse adjust and apply more lube to where they were joined. He felt so sticky and so slick at the same time, and whenever Schneider pushed in further Jesse wanted to cry out and demand all of it. He didn't care about the pain, he just wanted it all inside of him.
When he finally got his wish, Jesse had to do his best to keep himself calm. His own cock throbbed painfully lying against his stomach, and he was worried that if he overstimulated himself he'd cum right then and there. Instead he let his eyes wander around the room, and realized that all pretense of disinterest had dropped. Women in fancy leather were touching themselves, while men young and old were openly stroking their cocks. Jesse stared out at them, his breathing shallow. All of these people watched as the high school baseball coach popped the cherry of one of his students, and it was like an aphrodisiac. He felt a kinship with them in the most bizarre way, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to give them a show.
And then Schneider began to move.
Jesse moaned, reaching out and grabbing the man's muscled upper arm to steady himself more as Schneider began to get into a rhythm. His thrusts were deliberate, each one brushing past the spot that made Jesse see stars, and in no time at all the teenager was an even more incoherent mess than he already was. Jesse could feel himself drooling, and wrapped his legs around Schneider's waist in and effort to pull him in deeper.
For his part, Schneider looked completely enraptured, his face screwed up in a type of concentration that Jesse recognized from the field, but with an unmistakable glee that he'd never seen on the man's face before. His body may have grown less shapely with age, but Jesse could feel the power behind the man's thrusts, see the way his stomach constricted when he pulled back. He found it absolutely intoxicating.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and for the first time since he'd entered the bar last night, words escaped his lips. "Harder."
"What did you say?" Schneider asked, the blunt tone of his voice breaking the spell.
"I said fuck me harder!" Jesse cried out. "Please sir, I need it!"
"That's a good boy," Schneider said, and immediately thrust his hips faster.
Jesse's felt his mind go blank, the sensation so powerful it overwhelmed all of his senses. He was still drooling, but his grip on the man's arms loosened as he gave over all control to the strength of the older man's body. It was the best feeling he'd ever had, and he never wanted this night, this encounter, this embrace, to end.
It was then Jesse heard it, the drumbeat of fluids hitting the floor. The audience had begun reaching their own orgams, filling the air with moans and the stench of cum. It was like a switch had flipped, and Schneider began pivoting his thrusts upward, letting out a low animalistic growl as he grinded himself into Jesse.
"Yes!" Jesse cried out. "Just like that. Give it to me Coach! Give me your cum!"
Schneider thrust one last time before leaning over, pulling the boy into a tighter embrace and pressing his face into Jesse's armpit, inhaling his musk. It drove Jesse just a little bit more wild as the realization hit him. It was happening, Coach was flooding his guts with his cum. He had claimed him, bred him with his seed in front of all of these people.
This triggered his own release, his cum painting both their chests as they embraced, connected as one.
"Fuck, kid," He heard Schneider gasp, "You're a really good lay."
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Jesse hadn't thought to retrieve his pajama bottoms as Schneider carried him out of the bar. Hell, the friction had shredded his shirt, so he was completely naked when he was placed in the passenger seat of Schneider's truck, cum beginning to pool out of his ass and onto the seat.
"Fuck," Jesse whispered, staring down at the sticky mess. He may have been out of the heavy air of the bar, but he was still stuck in that haze that drew him here. Even after all of that, he still felt an uncontrollable arousal coursing through his body.
"God, to be young again," He heard Schneider say, and he realized the truck was moving.
So many thoughts and questions flooded his mind in that instant. Where was he taking him? Was anyone from the bar going to tell? What was going to happen now? But in the next moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about any of those things. He simply sighed with contentment. "That was incredible."
Schneider grinned, and expression so unfamiliar on his face. Jesse had grown so used to his perpetual scowl and surly demeanor that it was still so weird for him to seem so genuine. "I remember when I was your age. I was completely cock crazy. You been fucking anybody else?"
"No sir."
"Really?" Schneider glanced over, allowing his gaze to linger on Jesse's body for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road. "I would've bet money that you'd tasted Ron Grady's cock. Boy seems completely taken with you."
Jesse didn't know how to respond to that, instead silently letting a blush tinge his face as he remembered their brawl on the baseball field. He had felt so humiliated when Grady pulled down his pants like that in front of everyone, but now he saw that memory in a whole different light. The fact that so many people had seen his bare ass excited him. It was like as soon as he'd entered this haze, something within him had woken up.
Before he knew it, they had already reached their destination. Jesse looked out the truck's window at the dark, quiet entrance to Springwood High School.
"Come on," Schneider said, "Let's get you cleaned up."
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Jesse didn't realize how cold he was until the warm water hit his skin.
He had no idea what time it was, but no one, not even the janitorial staff, would be at the school at this hour. In another life Jesse thought Schneider might've made him run laps for underage drinking, but his body still felt tired and sore all the same.
As he began dragging the soap bar down his body and meticulously began cleaning himself, it hit him one more time. He wasn't a virgin anymore. He'd walked into that bar tonight a boy and left a man. He felt lighter, more powerful than he had in days.
The events of the night continued to wash over him, and he let his mind wander back to what Schneider had said in the truck. He'd never thought about Grady that way. Hell, he hadn't allowed himself too. But he had to admit that his friend was insanely hot. He was lean like Jesse was, but he was sturdier, more muscular. The way his face lit up when they talked about girls or sex. Jesse let out a low moan when he thought about how Grady had once described a wet dream he'd had in excruciating detail.
This was going to be a problem.
The train of thought was broken by the sound of the footsteps, and Jesse looked up to see Schneider walking into the showers. He slowly took in the older man's body, see it completely for the first time. He had clearly been nice and fit in his youth, and the muscle was still clearly there even as time took its toll. Something about it hit Jesse's senses in just the right way, and he slowly ran his eyes over every inch of the man's body as he approached.
For his part, Schneider made no secret of his own intentions. "Damn, you're still hard after all of that," he said, reaching out and softly taking Jesse's cock in his hand. He barely touched it when it sprung up further of its own volition, almost painfully hard.
Jesse parted his lips, so many questions dancing on his lips that he couldn't figure out how to form them into words. Instead, he simply gulped. "When was it?" he asked, suddenly hating the boyish tremor in his voice.
"When was what?" Schneider asked, still looking down and caressing Jesse's cock delicately in his hand.
"When did you want me?" Jesse asked, immediately mortified he asked that sort of question. It made him seem so immature, like an emotionally stunted child.
Schneider looked up at him, his expression unreadable as he seemed to almost study something in Jesse's. Finally, he said, "That first day when I had you in class. I saw you on the field, the way you moved out there. And then after, I saw you changing, saw this body," he reached out, running his hand down Jesse's flat stomach. "I went back to my office and beat off thinking about you. Thought about just fucking you right then and there."
"Wow," was all Jesse could manage to say, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Then I thought about how a twink like you, there's no way those other guys in there weren't thinking the same things I was. Thought about them all taking you in here," he said, nodding to the showers. "Filling all your holes. Making you beg for their cum."
"Fuck," Jesse said, a laugh escaping his lips. "You thought all that about me?"
Schneider reached out, cupping Jesse's face in his hands and brushing some loose strands of hair out of his face. "You're incredible," he breathed, his eyes boring into him with so much desire… and something else Jesse couldn't quite place.
He didn't mull it over any further though, because in that moment Schneider leaned down and pulled him into a kiss.
My first kiss, Jesse thought. It was almost funny how he had sex before he'd been kissed, but everything tonight was all starting to blend together.
The older man was surprisingly tender in that moment, letting go of Jesse's face and wrapping his arms around the boy, pulling him in closer and allowing the water from the shower wash over both of their naked forms. Jesse felt his pulse quicken, and his heart began beating so fast that it became a dull pain in his chest. Just when he thought he'd have to let go, he felt Schneider's tongue poking experimentally at his lips. He opened his own, letting out a deep contented sigh as the coach's tough pushed it's way inside of him.
The sensation wasn't as debilitating as when they had sex, but it was no less intoxicating. Their hard members rubbed against each other as they ran their hands over the other's body, Jesse paying special attention to Schneider's arms and the man zeroed in on the boy's broad shoulders and back. The bar had been filled with a kind of raw, animalistic passion, but this was something much more sensual. They weren't performing for anyone or for each other. They just were.
Jesse trembled, breaking the kiss and gasping for air as he felt Schneider graze his finger along the crack of his ass.
"Is it sore?" Schneider asked. Jesse couldn't see his expression, but his breath was heavy. Jesse nodded. "Don't worry," the man said, with a warmth that felt alien to his voice. "I'll be gentle."
Jesse rested his head on Schneider's shoulder as the first finger entered him. He was still pretty stretched out, so it wasn't long before he felt a second one slide in alongside it. He let out a soft moan, instinctively clenching around them.
"Such a good boy," Schneider said, kissing the mop of hair on top of his head. "Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"Yeah," Jesse gulped, feeling the third finger enter him.
In many ways it felt like a well-practiced routine. Even though they'd only once before, Jesse moved and respond in ways that felt instinctual. Just like before, Schneider pushed him up against the shower wall, lifted him up by his legs, and entered him. It was only then Jesse realized that they hadn't used any lube, his hole still slick from where from he was bred at the bar. The thought only made his body grow hotter. He loved being filthy, given in to the most craven impulses that lurked in the recesses of his brain.
He did, right?
He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. Like in the fog of lost he'd forgotten something very important. The pang of concern left his mind when Schneider pulled him into another kiss, all thoughts consumed by the man entering his body.
The sex was slower this time. Schneider had kept his word that he would be gentle, and every movement, every touch felt so sensual. He gave in to himself, moaning into the kiss and pulling himself closer to Schneider, trying desperately to wrap himself around the man's body as his thrusts remained, teasingly, agonizingly slow.
Schneider broke the kiss, staring at Jesse with a mix of wonder and lust. "Damn kid, you really needed this, huh?"
"Yeah," Jesse choked out, suddenly realizing how much he had craved this. Perhaps he always had. Maybe that's why he'd felt so out of place in his interactions with Lisa and Grady. No, even before that.
Schneider carried him away from the wall, his thrusts sharper now as he buried his face in Jesse's neck. The motion caused Jesse to moan louder, the sound turning more and more into illegible mumbling.
"Feels good, huh?" Schneider mumbled.
Jesse simply whimpered in response, too overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through his body to form words. It was all he could do to hold onto his coach and he pistoned into him faster.
"You must love it in here," Schneider continued, brushing his face against Jesse's cheek and whispering in his ear. "Little perv like you. Bet you get excited whenever you get to see all the other guys bodies all wet, touching all those muscles as they soap themselves up. Bet you got a good look at all their cocks, huh? Bet they have no idea they had a willing slut at their disposal this whole time."
"Uh huh," was all Jesse could manage, the scene he was describing was turning him on even more than he already was, and he could feel his painfully hard cock slap against his stomach and Schneider picked up his pace.
"Bet you want Ron's most of all, huh? Stud like that could have you anywhere if he asked. Hell, I bet he could force you down and you'd willingly take it, wouldn't you?"
Yes! Jesse dug his nails into Schneider's back. He was close, but he wanted to hang on as long as he could. He felt wild, like coach had let something free he'd worked so hard to keep hidden, and he wanted to embrace it in all of its wonderful depravity.
"I bet a bunch of the guys here have dirty jockstraps sitting in their lockers," Schneider said, a new kind of giddiness to his voice. "What do you say? After this we can go raid them. I'm sure your friend Ron has a pair that's nice and ripe that you can try on."
That did it.
Jesse let out a loud, bleating howl, holding onto Schneider as tight as he could as he came. He felt his body strain, his last orgasm so recent, but it only added to the high he rode in that moment. Schneider didn't let up, thrusting into him harder, brushing past that same spot that kept him on the edge.
And then, with one last thrust, he pulled Jesse closer into a kiss. The boy practically bit him as he sucked the older man's tongue into his mouth, clenching down and milking out every last drop of cum that he could from his new lover.
After another minute at that glorious peak, he felt his body grow slack. Schneider pulled out of him, Jesse whimpering at the loss as the man lowered him onto shaky feet.
"I have a feeling," Schneider said, kissing the top of his head, "that we're going to have a lot of fun together."
There it was again. That edge, that something in his voice that Jesse couldn't quite place. Only he could no longer bring himself to care.
He just wanted to do that again.
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Perhaps the biggest twist for this fic is that it could be considered... Canon Compliant! 0_0