Distraction
A/N: Because I am thoroughly distracted by now and in 6 days my fate will be determined. I will then make more of these little lovely writings to get me back J I don’t want to be rusty. (I also have to change my blog layout because it is horrible to read anything on it) Also on another note while checking the tag, what happened to the fandom? Where is everyone o.O Is there a new tag I am unaware of? Is there a cease fire or something? There is a lack of fics here :P
Warning: smutty fluffy nutty stuff
“What are you doing?” He eyed you suspiciously as you threw your book down and nuzzled in the crook of his neck. It was that rare instance you were spending time with Jeff both reading on the couch leisurely, except it was not true. You had finals coming up and Jeff was just there keeping you company as you skimmed through all the books you had. The hour, yes just one hour, you had spent trying to get around the workings of Kant had left you defeated.
“I’m tired, can’t we just cuddle just a little bit” You smile smelling his scent, kissing his skin. Jeff didn’t have a show and was wearing a casual dark navy blue knit sweater and jeans. You swore under your breath when you first saw him; slightly annoyed knowing he hadn’t given his outfit much thought and yet looked just as hot. “I’m kind of distracted”
Jeff chuckles, setting aside his own book and then reaching over to put an arm around you. You press your cheek to his chest and smile at the warmth.
“I feel like you’re implying I have something to do with your procrastination.”
“Weeeell,” you drag out the word and suddenly jerk back to sit upright on the couch “you did come here-”
“You asked me to” Jeff retorts
“In those clothes”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing, It’s cold out?”
“And then after sitting like that for an hour” You point at his outstretched form, one of his ankles resting on his other knee.
“Sit like what?”
“You put your arm around me”
“You asked to cuddle”
“So yes” you eye him “you do have something to do with me being a little distracted from all my school stuff Jeffrey Davis.”
Your cheeks are red and you shift in your seat as you watch as Jeffrey Davis smirks. He leans toward you, his eyes fixed on yours. You feel your breath trapped in your chest in anticipation, Jeff’s lips almost to yours. The young man leans down to grab the book you had previously tossed.
“I didn’t know I was such a distraction” he smiles at you “Maybe it would be best if I help you with all this… school stuff” Jeff licks his thumb before flipping through the pages of your book. A motion you haven’t seen him do and were almost sure he purposefully did just for you.
“Come on,” he motions you to sit closer. You move slightly towards him but his hand holds your waist guiding you onto his lap.
“Jeff” you contest
“Let me at least enjoy something while I read you Kant. You know as well as I how boring this is.” You grudgingly agree, fixing yourself in between your lover’s legs, back resting on his chest.
“A third man finds in himself a talent which could” Jeff starts, his breath on your ear; your hands to your chest protectively “by means of cultivation, make him in many respects a useful man.” Jeff’s free hand strokes your hair, easing you in this unsettling position.
“But he finds himself in comfortable circumstances” Jeff’s hand trail small circles on your shoulder, moving to your stomach. He rubs softly, as if trying to please a pet. “and prefers indulgence..” He sighs, his hot breath on your skin. Jeff’s hand sneaks under your clothes to cup one of your breasts.
“Jeff” you pant already knowing it’s too late to stop anything. He’s teased you the moment he came to your doorstep. Jeff drops the book with the same fervor you had and turns your head to face him. The kiss is soft. You feel his hand travel down as he continues tasting your lips. You gasp in his mouth, your hand suddenly on his as he finds the moisture between your legs.
“I can see why you were distracted” Jeff purrs rubbing his fingers along your center. Your hips move forward, seeking more of his touch. He trails kisses down the back of your neck. His hands still working; pinching your nipple and teasing you over your underwear. You part your legs more, hoping he would give you more of what you wanted.
“Please, Jeff” you beg, turning to face him again. His fingers slip into you as he takes your mouth, tongues intertwining, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you. His thumb finds the sensitive bud of your sex. You moan in his mouth as he continues his ministrations. His talent seemed to be making you weak and soon you had succumbed to the overwhelming feeling.
You pulled down your underwear and got on your knees before him, begging him to take you then and there for his fingers were not enough. Jeff grinned and joined you on the floor, sliding his erection over you to make you ready. He held the base of his cock as he pushed inside you, your nails digging into whatever you could hold of the carpet. Jeff rested his hands on your hips, adjusting to the tightness he felt. He started to move slowly, making you beg for more. He was taking far too long that you had started to move your hips on your own, hearing the smack of your skin against his. Jeff pressed his hands on your skin harder and you felt him pull you close as he finished inside of you. He lifted you up, taking you back to rest on the couch.
“Still distracted: he panted, brushing the hair off your face.
“Yeah,” you say brusquely “but I’ll never read Kant the same”
