"is that a complaint i hear?" (i'm already laughing thinking about how ridiculous any of these would be.)
I wrote two because I wanted some porn up in here tbh (nsfw one is behind a cut….. hopefully. Unless tumblr mobile screwed up, in which case SORRY Y'ALL).
“Is that a complaint I hear?”
Richard looked up from his laptop, removing his headphones at the sudden intrusion. The sun had gone down hours ago without him realizing, shrouding the living room of the hostel in darkness, and Jared’s tall form cast shadows about.
“Is that a complaint I hear?” Jared repeated. There was something about his expression, a subtle shade that Richard had come to recognize over the years, that clued him in— Jared was trying to make a joke. About what exactly continued to elude Richard.
“Oh, uh… yeah it’s just,” he waved a hand through the air. “This code’s being a bitch. I guess I must’ve muttered something out loud, sorry.”
Jared nodded. The attempted joke had been dropped. The fact that Jared tried to joke at all amused Richard. It felt like ages ago when he’d first ambled in here, stiff and business-like, slowly coming to life over the years in Richard’s eyes.
The moment, awkward as it should’ve been, felt alarmingly normal to Richard, which in turn set off an internal panic. His face flushed with heat and suddenly he found it hard to look Jared in the eyes, though a smile persistently smeared itself across Richard’s face. He let out a short, nervous giggle, and patted the seat next to him.
“If you wanna join, I’ll be here a while,” he said without thinking.
Jared, who’d been standing still as a statue, came to life once again. He folded his long limbs down next to Richard with a smile, and Richard knew that he’d be hearing more attempted wisecracks throughout the night.
“Is that a complaint I hear?”
“No,” Richard replied immediately, shaking his head for good measure. His knees ached on the cool concrete of the garage, and time had all but disappeared under the heady pull of lust in his gut.
Jared smiled, soft with crinkled eyes, and carded fingers through Richard’s hair— and then he pulled it tight. Richard let out a gasp that was cut short as Jared stuffed his dick back into Richard’s mouth in one fluid thrust. It hit the back of his throat and tears prickled at the corners of Richard’s eyes, but his own traitorous desires leaped at the sensation.
He was being used. He was being useful. He adored it; every choking sensation, every salty tang, every whispered piece of praise that sprang from Jared’s lips as he fucked Richard’s mouth.
He’d been tentative at first, he always was, but after he’d seen the way Richard squirmed with want each time, Jared had gladly taken control of the situation. Richard needed this, and, watching as Jared grunted from above, hair a mess, bottom lip caught between his teeth, Richard understood.
He understood that he needed it too.
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