Pairing: Courfeyrac/Jehan
Rating: Mature
Verse: Sweet Children
Summary: Courfeyrac and Jehan aren't dating, but they are partners. That somehow seems to be a problem for Jehan's new boyfriend.
Word count: 3,026
Notes: A little gift for @lifeofthewickedwitch
Content warning: amatonormativity, possessive behavior, jealousy, accidental voyeurism, implied sexual content, masturbation
Chapter 1 / ?
"I met someone", Jehan said shyly.
The words took Courfeyrac by surprise, but he did his best to control the emotions trying to show on his face and, instead, masqueraded them with joy. "You did? Oh, my God. That's awesome! Who is he?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Jehan snorted and lowered his face, blushing slightly. "His name's Joaquín. He's, uh, he's a model-"
@lifeofthewickedwitch replied to your post “I went to this party the other day and there was this guy (actually,...”
Girrrrrrrrrrrrrl
but, like, not in that way. i think. i don’t know, we met that night and we hit it off right away, but we were being friendly. perhaps a little too friendly, but still, hahaha. it was an interesting night, let me tell you XD
When It’s Time Ch. 11 NSFW sneak peek under the cut.
Jehan turned his head until Courfeyrac's fingers were brushing his lips. Using his tongue, he brought them closer and took two digits into his mouth, licking the tip and sucking around them; the image was vulgar and Courfeyrac couldn’t stop the breathy moan that followed. Jehan did all this as he rolled his hips on top of the other man, creating a sweet friction between them. When he considered Courfeyrac’s fingers were well lubricated, he bent over slightly and guided the hand pass the hem of his briefs until the tip of his fingers brushed his entrance, inviting Courfeyrac to push inside of him; Courfeyrac didn’t need to be told twice.
“I like your fingers,” Jehan gasped, biting the lobe of Courf’s ear. “And your arms are so strong.”
He was rocking his hips back onto Courfeyrac’s fingers, bringing them deeper inside of him. There was nothing sweet about the act and the drummer feared Jehan was just looking for a distraction of his troubled thoughts. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want Jehan to believe this was the only way he could find comfort in him. He slowed the motion of his fingers and place a hand on Jehan’s waist, willing him to stop moving. When the young man looked at him quizzically, he kissed his forehead. He guided him to a more tender pace, exchanging slow kisses that were interrupted from time to time by Jehan’s soft gasps. A shiver ran down Jehan’s body and he hide his head under Courf’s chin. His cock was growing hard again, and Courf opted to give him a soft, tentative squeeze with his free hand.
Feuilly / Bahorel | Explicit | 1,493 words | I heard that in a movie and just wanted an excuse to use as a title. | @ ao3
When Bahorel saw him standing at the other side of the bar, he only had one thing in mind: he will take that man home with him.
The guy was... Not beautiful, Bahorel wouldn't exactly call him beautiful, but it was impossible to take his eyes away from him. His hair was messy in something like a crew cut, except the strands of hair at the top of his head were longer; they would probably cover his eyes if they weren't that curly. His nose was long and his lips thin, bowed in a seemingly permanent smirk. But what Bahorel loved more at the moment was the outfit; who thought it was okay to wear bermuda shorts to a bar? The guy was unbelievable. And cute. A little cute, yes.
Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. Two girls and another guy were chatting with him, making him laugh with whatever story they were telling, making it impossible for Bahorel to approach him casually. He saw his chance not long after when his prey excused himself to go to the bathroom, walking away from his friends and disappearing behind the door. Bahorel followed him inside, unashamedly, and stood a few feet away from him at the urinals.
He didn't spy on him -he wasn't a creeper, mind you- but he made sure to smile seductively at him when their eyes met. "Hey," he purred, just for good measure. The guy frowned, probably weirded out by Bahorel's poor intent to socialize in a restroom, but gave a small nod anyway. He zipped his pants up, washed his hands, and walked out before Bahorel could catch up with him. He gotta step his game up.
He saw him again an hour later, leaning against the wall while drinking a beer. He was completely alone now, but he was smiling; Bahorel followed where he was looking at and discovered that the guy he'd been talking with early was now dancing with the two girls, trying to convince Bahorel's prey to join them. Apparently he didn't like to dance, which was awesome for Bahorel: he had him all for himself.
"Hello again," he say, leaning on the wall next to him. "Your friends?" he added when the guy didn't answer.
"Yeah, they're fucking idiots."
"But good enough dancers. Wanna join them? I can go with you if you're scared."
The guy snorted and Bahorel considered it a small victory. "No, thanks. I'm fine here," after a brief pause, he said "I'm Feuilly, by the way."
"Feuilly," Bahorel rolled the name in his tongue. "A pleasure, I'm Bahorel."
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Feuilly's friends got lost in the dance floor for another hour so they decided to go find themselves another drink. While they waited for the barman to bring them their beers, Bahorel pressed his knee against Feuilly's thigh, causing a small gasp from the man's lips. Seeing as the gestured was well received -or, better put, he hadn't gotten punched yet-, he leaned closer to whisper nothings in Feilly's ear, brushing his lips on his jaw.
"What ya doing?" he asked, slurring the words.
"I was trying to kiss you."
"Hmmm."
Feuilly narrowed his eyes, looking intently at Bahorel. A smirk spread over his face and, a second later, he had his hands curled around the fabric of Bahorel's shirt to bring him closer, joining their lips unceremoniously in a wet kiss.
"There you go," he said, moving away from him to sip at the bottle across from him. "I think I solved your problem".
Bahorel licked his lips, tasting Feuilly on them. "Let me take you home", he whispered in his ear, gently grabbing Feuilly's crotch.
"Sure, why not?"
Feuilly lived near the bar, like five blocks or so away. They kissed some more on the way there, licking each other's lips and sucking on their tongues. Bahorel's pants were too tight already and he felt a bit ashamed of how quickly Feuilly had turned him on with a few kisses and a little bit of groping. But he couldn't be blamed, though; Feuilly was skilled and he was working on Bahorel with expertise. He wondered what else he could do with those hands and that mouth.
They stopped at the door of an old building and Feuilly slid the key into the lock. He hesitantly looked behind him, and after a moment of reflection, he said. "D'you wanna come up?"
"Oh, I'd love to."
Feuilly's eye-rolling was totally worth it, Bahorel thought as he followed him upstairs.
As he accepted the coffee Feuilly was handing him, Bahorel couldn't help but noticed Feuilly wasn't so keen on resuming what they'd started at the bar. It was a shame because Bahorel really, really wanted to fuck him but if he wasn't in the mood anymore, maybe he could get him to agree to a date or something. He drank the coffee in a quick gulp and grabbed his jacket.
"So... That was fun. I guess I'll see you sometime soon? I hope?"
"Yeah, I mean... We're done here, right? You're really hot, man, and I'm still kinda horny down here but it's okay if you want to, like, not have sex right now and take things slowly. I can roll with that and stuff."
Feuilly lowered his mug, humming as he licked his lips. He walked slowly towards Bahorel and he felt a twitch in his cock at how sexy the man looked, the bastard. Apparently his excitement wasn't at all undetectable as he first thought, for when Feuilly stopped inches apart from him, his eyes were focused on his crotch where his pants were slightly tented.
"I'm thinking I can't let you go like this, can I? What kind of host I'd be?"
Feuilly was practically flushed against him, chest to chest as he pushed him backwards until Bahorel's back hit the door. His hands immediately found Bahorel's dick, palming him through the fabric.
"A terrible one, I must say. 0/0 would not recommend."
Feuilly snorted again; Bahorel was starting to like that sound.
He palmed him a little harder and smiled wickedly when Bahorel couldn't suppress his moans anymore. Then he withdrew his hand, to Bahorel's dismay, and went to his knees unzipping Bahorel's jeans. "Oh my God, you're not teasing, are you?"
"I will if you don't shut up."
He mouthed at the engorged bulge in Bahorel’s underwear, leaving a wet spot where his tongue had lapped at the tip of his cock. Bahorel grunted, lacing his fingers in the long strands of hair at the top of Feuilly's head; it was incredibly soft, he couldn't help to notice. All thought left his mind when Feuilly pulled his boxers down his thighs, barely enough to free his dick. He looked up for a brief second, making sure Bahorel was still with him, and then took him into his mouth, grazing the skin with his teeth.
Bahorel let out a dirty moan, throwing his head backwards with a thud against the door. He accidentally jerked his hips into Feuilly's mouth, almost choking the man. "So- sorry." Feuilly grunted his answer, the vibrations doing wonders on Bahorel's cock. Feuilly bobbed his head up and down, stroking what he couldn't stuff in his mouth with one hand while the other rubbed his own erection still trapped inside the ridiculous bermuda shorts. He moaned around Bahorel's dick, hollowing his cheeks to suck harder on the tip.
It was too much for Bahorel; he could feel the muscles of his stomach tightening as his climax neared him and, with all the composure he could master, he warned Feuilly. "Dude, I'm... I'm close. You should... Oh God, you should-"
Feuilly pulled off with a wet pop and kept stroking him with his hand, his eyes trained in Bahorel's own at all times. He came seconds after, the hot cum sliding down Feuilly's hand and landing on the hard wood of the floor. He stroked him through it, gently, wiping the saliva off of his chin with the back of his hand. When Bahorel came down of his high, Feuilly stood up with a pained grunt, rubbing his red knees with the hand that wasn't covered in Bahorel's cum.
"Don't go," he said, disappearing behind the bathroom door to clean up his hand. As if Bahorel could move after that. "Here," he said moments later, handing him his cellphone. "Put your number here and maybe we could... go to the bar sometime."
Bahorel gave him his own cellphone, too, and the room fell in complete silence as they saved each other's number. When Bahorel was done, Feuilly's cellphone rang in his hand. "Uh, a Grantaire guy is calling you."
Feuilly’s eyes went wide immediately. "Shit! I was supposed to take Éponine and her sister to their home!" He grabbed his keys and a jacket and looked back at Bahorel with a soft smile. "You wanna go for a ride?"
