Bouncing Bob
Rating - Explicit
Pairing - Bobby Clark/Ben Brerton-Diaz
This is just a lil thing I wrote a few weeks back when I was inspired by Bob Ben and a few other derby boys all got haircuts and Bob was slutting it up on the bed while Ben got his haircut showing off his bare hairy chest
bob is bouncing on ben's cock like his orgasm depends on. probably because it does. sue him, it was the heat of the moment, they were snogging on ben's sofa, bobby's hairy thighs exposed and straddled over ben's clothed ones. bobby arm's resting loosely over ben's shoulders. ben had rucked bobby's shorts up, tucked them high like, how bob does in training, running confident hands up and down bobby's soft hairy thighs. it was driving bob mad and he was starting to get beard burn from all the making out. so he muttered "i bet i could get myself off on you like this, bouncing in your lap." ben took it as a challenge and bobby couldnt back down on an opportunity to show off for his large, handsome teammate.
so here he ended up, stripped down to a vest and naked from the waist down and riding ben in his living room. ben is still mostly clothed due, having pulled his joggers down to his ankles, but left his boxer briefs on and just pulled his cock out. bob understood with the leather sofa and all, but it also just made the entire situation hotter, being more exposed and at ben's whim.
currently ben's whim was getting impatient, bob could tell. there was a concentrated frown forming between his eyebrow and he was having a hard time keeping quiet, deep low grunts every few bounces.
ben's hands moved up the length of bob's thighs and kept going until ben had a grip on bob's small waist. bob had a passing though to try and suck his tummy in, see if ben's hands could reach all the way around. but it was gone as quick as it came.
bob was just starting to find that spot and double down on getting them both off, his eyes closed, mouth parted open and panting, unable to stop the quiet desperate toned mewls escaping his throat. his fingers found their way into ben's hair; need something to hold onto.
ben had other plans. his mouth found bobby's neck, mouth and teeth knowing exactly where to go to drive him wild know. it distracted bobby, stopped his bouncing all together. ben's mouth twisted into a smirk against bobby's skin and bob could feel it.
"you're playing dirty. that's cheating trying to disrupt my concentration," bobby said accusatory, not opening his eyes.
ben pulled back to peer at bob just as his eyes were fluttering open, "i dont know what're talking about," ben grinned innocently, "i was trying to help you,"
"sure you were, but i don't need your help anyway," bob smirked, and let his hands run up a little higher into ben's hair and scratch the pads of fingers softly against his scalp the way he knew ben liked.
ben's eyes fluttered in clearly bliss and moaned, his lips pressed closed. Bob chuckeld fondly and leaned in to press a chaste kiss against ben's mouth.
"now that's *cheating*," ben replied when bob pulled away.
"cant help it, youre too cute like a cat or summat"
ben's hand gripping bob's thighs tight, its sends a nervous thrill through bob's system.
"a cat? that's it," Ben's voice roars in quiet house, feigning outrage.
Before bob can register what's happening, ben's lifted him up and is standing, bob's hands grip ben's shoulders tight and leans into him, softening cock pressing against ben's shirt. ben steps out of his joggers and then they're moving across the room and down the hall to ben's primary bedroom fast. when ben reaches his room, he tosses bob who lands on the king size with a bounce.
bob laughs freely, "what the fuck, you're mad"
"yeah mad about you," ben retorts, pulling his shirt over his head followed quickly by his boxer briefs.
bob makes a sarcastic awwing sound and flutters his eyelashes at ben as he makes his way to the end of the bed. ben towers over him and chuckles, eyes rolling.
it's all business the next second, ben getting on the bed beside bobby, who immediately assumes the position, not dissimilar to how he was laying next to ben on the hotel bed while szmodics got his hair cut earlier in the week. he's laid out on his side, spooning position, propped up with his arm on a pillow. he's got one leg straight against the bed and the top leg bent, but even more so, ben gets behind bobby instantly helps push his top leg up further to his chest. bobby gets the message and grabs hold of it himself so ben can spit on his cock and give it a few tugs before entering bobby once more. once bens' inside bobby and his hands are free, ben grabs bobby's thigh again. Ben doesn't give Bobby a chance to settle instead he sets a steady pace quickly, and bobbys cock takes notes, filling just as fast.
"Didn't realize this was a sprint, Ben, geezus," Bob pants out. He grabs a pillow arms turning it longways and wrapping his arms around it. His hips fall in line with bens pace and the cool fabric of the pillow feels good against bobs cock. The friction is exactly what he needed, moans escaping his mouth immediately.
"You were being a tease. Sorry you got me all worked up Bob," Ben replies, breathing heavy and hot against bobbys ears.
"You don't sound very sorry," Bobby mutters sassily.
Ben laughs in response, kissing Bobby's shoulder.
Their teasing fades and joint moans fill the room quickly, Ben focused on chasing his orgasm and Bob passing deeper into bliss with every punch of Ben's cock on his prostate.
when bobby starts to feel his orgasm build he's mindful to move the pillow and instead tugs on his cock to help it along. ben catches wrist and replaces bob's hand, making a tight fist.
"fuck into my hand, bob," ben directs and bob just nods, unable to formualte a thought. ben feels like he's everywhere and all the sensations finally overhwhelm bob after just a few minutes. he's coming into ben's fist, moans fraught with relief.
shortly thereafter ben is cursing, as he pulls out and pushes bob onto his stomach. his forehead comes to rest inbetween bob's shoulder blades as he and comes all over the back of his hair thighs and ass.
ben turns his face into bob's shoulder then teeth finding the meat of it and grazing a teasing bite. his tongue flicks out quick and kisses the spot. bob melts a little more into the matress, sated and pleased at being marked.
he turns a cheek grin over his should at ben lips pursed in silence asking for a kiss. ben complies quickly meeting bobs mouth.
when bob pulls out of the kiss he whispers against ben's mouth, "i could have gotten myself and you off you know,"
ben gives bobby's back a playful shove as he stands up and chuckles, "you're such a little shit, im leaving you here mess and all"
bob squawaks, waving a sassy arm in the air, "hey get back here, ben"
ben laughs all the way to the bathroom and bob calls his name again without an reply.
just about the time bob is about to huff and yell ben's name again he appears with a wash cloth and bob smiles softly.
when theyre both clean bob helps ben pull back the covers and they snuggle up, bob nuzzled into ben's chest. bob fingers idly run through the hair there as he drifts off to sleep. ben chuckles fondly, kissing the top of bob's head and following suit.
