[It wasn't that Jason wasn't affected, it was just that he was trying really hard to act like he wasn't. He had already made Gar feel self-conscious enough, the last thing Jason needed to really blow this-whatever this was-up was to pop a boner laying centimeters away. He was wearing sweatpants on top of it, they would give him away in an instant.
The deep inhale from Gar was hard to miss but the graze of warm fingers across his knuckles had him distracted enough to miss most of what Gar was saying.
When the next video starts playing and Jason tears his gaze from Gar to the screen he realizes he made a huge mistake. It's too late to ask to go back to threesomes and he can't act like he doesn't like this because Gar was finally letting his guard down a little. Besides, it would be a lie.
The guy on his knees with the collar is sucking cock like he's starving for it and that would be bad enough but then the dominant guy pulls out a paddle and moves on to impact play and edging. The submissive guy in the collar is moaning and rocking his hips back for more of the paddle, his cock is so hard, swollen from the cock ring and being denied an orgasm over and over. He's moaning, pleading to be fucked, to be touched, anything and Jason swallows hard and shifts his legs, feeling heat in the pit of his stomach that isn't just from the alcohol. He doesn't know why he does something so stupid but he chances a quick glance over at Gar.
Jason has no idea what any of this is like either but he knows watching it turns him on real bad. Watching the two men play this out, bringing each other to desperate points of desire, losing themselves completely in each other, yeah that turns him on. He quickly glances back at the screen. It's like he's holding his breath and is it just his imagination or can he feel the warmth from Gar's thighs through the fabric of his sweatpants?
[They had both been brilliant enough to come to a porn party wearing sweat pants. It was the easiest thing in their wardrobes when they were rolling around the loft. Why should they bother with anything else when it was only the two of them. Thank the stars the 'adults' weren't home right now. They'd all gone off with Conner and Rachel on some mini-thing to a fancy dinner and Gar mentioned that he'd stay in at the loft, and Jason well, he was Jason-- who knew why he was home.
It was a good thing really, they both had half-hangovers anyway and now had this brilliant plan to watch porn together. Normally Gar had headphones on and the door locked. The door was still locked, but there were no headphones this time. The sounds were very blatant. The begging and the moans crawled up Gars skin and flushed it full of gooseflesh.
He knew there was no way he was getting out of this without being affected. He should have thought about that before showing Jason one of his more favorite videos. This was one that was pretty much guaranteed to get him off every time. The only way it wouldn't work was if he was really angry, and the tiger was riding him high. Then he'd have to use his imagination and think a little further to push out the energy.
Torn between trying not to look at Jason and the video, Gar does his very best to keep his breathing nice and slow. At least Jason can't hear how hard his heart seems to suddenly be pounding in his chest. His pinky finger creeps out and slides along the side of Jason's leg, itching to touch him and not even caring why. Gar can feel the pressure of his cock as it begins to slide along his leg. He knows the way it messes up the line of his sweats.
The guy on the video sputters on the other man's come and he gets yanked by the chain, almost choked. Meanwhile as he's being edged and punished for not swallowing everything, a new man appears on the scene and immediately strips down and gets between the man's legs doing the edging and begins to lick between his ass cheeks. Gar bites the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from moaning quietly. He's never moaned aloud before getting off, but he wants to now. This is somehow way hotter watching it with Jason and he can't figure out why.
He turns his head, and realizes his first mistake. Jason's profile is suddenly breathtaking. Why hadn't he ever noticed it before. Gar has trouble looking away, but then he glances down and sees Jason's cock pushing up against his sweats, and knows that the other is enjoying this, enjoying the same thing that Gar likes. it's like Gar can't move. He's rooted in place. He wants to say something, but what can he say. He turns his head back, but moves his hand over to touch jason's leg. If he gets punched. It was probably worth it.]
[There is no punching. Honestly, it's hard to think over the pounding of his heart. It's just a light touch of hand on his leg, it could be played off as accidental but Gar doesn't pull his hand away. Jason inhales, muscles tensing under that touch and he shifts his leg closer, pressing against Gar's hand. He doesn't know why he does it, it's almost a reflex.
The guy on the video is teasing the other man with his tongue, face pressed between his cheeks. The guy on his back, the one being edged is moaning loud, lost in the overstimulation. His begging sounds loud and obscene in the quiet of Gar's room. Has the house ever been this quiet before? Jason can't tear his eyes away from the way the guy rolls his hips, his chest heaving and stomach muscles clenching. Every moan and plea has his dick throbbing in his pants.
He doesn't trust himself to look at Gar again, not right now but he can see the thick line of Gar's own hardon in his sweats out of the corner of his eye and Jason licks his lips, brushing his bare foot against Gar's ankle.]
[When the punch doesn't happen, Gar figures it's merely because Jason's distracted. They both are. This was such a stupid, idiotic mistake to watch this together. Gar had heard of guys doing this, but he never understood it. How in the world did guys just hang around and watch porn together while not feeling like they were going to explode. The longer the images flashed across the screen, the more Gar knew with sudden clarity that he wasn't straight.
Not that it really mattered to him, but maybe he could have figured it out before he started watching this shit with another guy, one that was apparently exactly Gar's type, whatever the heck that was. A whine from the computer screen caught his attention. The man that was tied down, cheeks red, was flipped over and his master, or whatever was stroking him briefly. His dick had cum all over it. That really had Gar turned on, and he could feel his own cock responding.
That was a problem, cause he knew that he would be leaking by now. His own dick was so freaking sensitive. It started from the second he was turned on and never seemed to stop. It was like it didn't know it was supposed to wait for the end. If Gar reached for the blanket now, it would really be obvious, but so would a giant wet stain up near his waist.
Jason's foot ran along Gar's ankle. The nerves were so sensitive now that it sent a chill up his spine and he slipped his hand further up Jason's thigh. He'd never even kissed someone, and now all he could do was think about touching him and having Jason touch him. The guy getting rimmed on screen was suddenly being fucked-- gar had missed when that started, lost in his own mind, but it was fucking hot. He knew what was about to happen, but it was like he was seeing it all for the first time. ]
[What even was Jason's type? He's not sure. It's not something he's spent time and energy thinking about. He knew he was attracted to guys and girls but it was something he noticed in passing and never pursued, too busy trying to impress Bruce and Dick and prove himself. Despite coming off as confident to the point of cockiness, Jason was insecure and though he never admitted it to anyone, a bit of a hopeless romantic. Other than maybe a makeout session here and there, sex with a stranger doesn't appeal to him. It feels too real, too vulnerable.
When he looks over at Gar, watching Gar watch the screen, it's like he's seeing the other guy for the first time and his breath catches in his throat. Gar was always attractive. Jason isn't blind. He's seen him naked before but in those circumstances, sex was always the last thing on his mind. His lips are slightly parted, breathing a little more shallow. Fuck. Watching Gar get turned on watching the video was somehow even hotter to Jason than the video itself.
Gar was certainly not a stranger, not that Jason was planning on having sex with him, but it was hard not to think about touching him, what it would feel like to be the first person to kiss him properly, to reach over and wrap his fingers around the bulge in his sweatpants, to press his mouth to the darkening stain to see just how wet he could make him.
His own hardon was aching against his pants, leaking in his briefs and Jason is having a hard time concentrating on the video. The two guys are fucking now, and the submissive guy, the one getting fucked is taking it so good, whining and begging for more even as he's being filled to the brim and pounded again and again.
Jason should probably excuse himself, go back to his room and get himself off before he does something even more stupid. They can blame it on the expensive vodka and never talk about this again but then Gar's hand is moving up his thigh and Jason gasps; it's quiet but it feels impossible loud to his own ears. Now there is no mistaking Gar's touch as anything other than deliberate. Jason tells himself to get up but his body isn't listening. Instead he spreads his legs wider, thigh pressed against Gar's now. Just the heat of their thighs pressed together, Gar's hand on his upper thigh has nerve endings lighting up, electricity tingling along his skin. When was the last time he's been touched outside of a fight? He can't remember.
He should probably say something but it's easier to grab the bottle wedged between them and set it on the nightstand next to the bed getting rid of their makeshift barrier. It's easier to place his hand on Gar's leg just above his knee and run his fingers up, tracing the line of smooth muscle over the fabric of his sweats.
[Hopeless romantic was something that was woven deeply into the fabric of who Gar was at his core and probably everyone around him caught him at it one time or another. Rachel already knew, because he was the one that watched all the chick flicks with her. They were constantly snuggled up together bemoaning the ways life came between this couple and that in movies. Probably why all those rumors caught so easily about them being a thing, even Dick asked him about it once. Gar laughed, and Rachel gagged.
Rachel was the very last person on Gar's mind right now. All Gar knew was that Jason's thigh was thick and incredibly firm beneath his fingers. He'd never touched another person like this, not on purpose at least, not with the intention of knowing what they felt like beneath their clothes. His breath quickened as he thought about the way Jason had been looking at the video. He didn't want to turn now.
The guy on screen had his knees bent all the way up to his chest and his dick looked like it was going to explode through the cock ring. Gar already knew that a ring made him come harder than the other two, never mind all the edging that he took earlier, but first it was going to be the guy in the back. He was-- there, his breath caught and he began a loud moan, then a series of fucks, and he yanked himself out to wank off and come all over the other guy's ass as he still fucked the super sub.
The bottle moved between them and Gar twisted his head to look just in time to see Jason put a hand on his thigh. It's obvious that they're not doing this by some misguided action, but out of direct response. Both of them are hard as rocks, and Gar can see a tiny damp spot on Jason's sweats that begins to mirror the much larger one on his own.
"Jason..." He breaks the cone of silence, as the second guy grunts out his orgasm. His hand moves up and he dares to brush a thumb in the crease of Jason's thigh. "I could do this by myself, or we could just.." When the final guy gets off, Gar flips on another video. This one is another scene, except it's only two guys and it's obvious that they are into one another in a very romantic sense. They're in the shower together making out, hands touching everywhere, already moaning and soft whispers of one another's names. Gar doesn't know why he put this one on. He's not even looking but a glance now and then, his eyes are all set for the side of Jason's face.
[He won't admit it but this next video is the kind that is almost even worse for him. If he was alone, watching porn in his room and put this on he would be guaranteed to get off. Not that the other video didn't do the trick because it definitely did. It's just...the hands touching everywhere, groping over wet skin, the sound of the shower, the moaning echoing off the shower walls, their slick wet cocks slipping against each other. The two guys are working each other up, worshiping each other's bodies. It's sensual, it's romantic. The kind of shit Jason wants to do with someone one day.
Jason bites his lip and presses into Gar's touch but it's Gar's voice that drags his gaze from the screen. Their eyes meet and fuck, that makes this all the more real. He can't pretend this is totally normal; just two guys getting worked up watching porn and maybe helping each other out. This is Gar. He knows Gar. They have to work together, to live together at least for now in a house full of nosy fucking people.
What does he want? Is that the same question as what does he want right now? It's difficult to think clearly with Gar's hand so close to his hardon. He exhales, blue eyes searching brown.] Gar...when do you turn 20?
[It wasn't that Gar was actually thinking of having sex right this second. He had a few boxes he could check along the way. It was that Jason was right here, and there were stirrings and Gar couldn't place them. Maybe he could give his first kiss away, and even his first handjob, but he didn't know about his virginity yet. That was something he hadn't even thought about beyond knowing he wanted to do it. Had he thought about it while they were watching these videos, fuck yeah.
Did he suddenly have Jason as the star of this video in front of him, with himself pressed up against the glass wall of the shower stall... yes. Was his breath shaking in his lungs as he turned his head back to his lap and the fingers that sat there before slowly rotating back to impossibly blue eyes. Yes, hell yes. He takes another breath before he speaks and tries not to laugh a little.
They had a few years between them; Gar had been being dramatic when he said that he wanted to lose it by the time he was twenty. He'd actually hoped it was before then, but he didn't think it'd be that much before then. Gar honestly didn't hold much hope for himself. ] Jason, I'm still two years younger than you. I meant... hands. If you wanted me to... I would, while we watched.
[He was trying not to look at Jason's mouth as he spoke, the men on screen were facing one another and kissing as if they were trying to breathe through one another. It was a form of desperation that Gar didn't understand, but he wish he did. He could only hope that some day someone might like him that much.
He slid his hand down Jason's thigh, in case he'd been wrong. He didn't want to do anything that Jason didn't want and he was suddenly scared that he'd broken the bubble between them, and that he wasn't supposed to.]
Shit. No. I didn't mean-I wasn't saying...that. [Jesus. He can be an asshole but he wasn't that big of an asshole but he can see how his question made it seem that way. Fuck. His hand stills on Gar's leg. He didn't know how to navigate something like this. He hasn't been with a guy either, not anything more than making out, some heavy petting but not sex.
He might be older but he was pretty sure he didn't want either of their first times to be getting tipsy off of Dick's booze and sneaking around watching porn together in the loft.
The guys on the screen were kissing passionately up against the shower wall, hips rolling, seeking that friction that has Jason's stomach twisting. Their moaning was filling the awkward silence between them and Jason still couldn't help but imagine that he was the one with Gar pressed against the shower glass, panting against his mouth in between heated kisses.
Jason scrubs a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. He probably should fuck off and they can forget any of this happened, but Gar's hand was still warm on his leg, and Jason didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to his lips even for a moment. ]
I was asking because you said you've only been kissed once and it was chaste. You said you wished someone would just kiss you and get it over with...I can? I mean, if you want. Fuck, this is stupid. Can I kiss you?
No, I mean. I didn't think you were... [Damnit. He wasn't trying to insinuate. This was really rough. Gar was thinking that normally he was far better at communicating when his dick wasn't using up all the blood his brain needed. That, and maybe the rest of it was pounding through the two distinct chambers of his heart. He swore it was so loud in his ears that Jason could hear it. That was if Jason didn't already feel the way his cock was throbbing down his leg.
The stain on his sweats was embarrassing by now. It had grown measurably with this scene and Gar's own fantasies of him and Jason in that shower together. The tiger boy knew that Jason's hand was only on his thigh, but he swore he could feel the touch of it as it dragged over the swollen head of his dick, whisking away shiny droplets of come that had his name written all over them.
Instead, Gar was watching frustration run through Jason's face and he almost pulled his hand away altogether, but he didn't. He couldn't make himself yet.
Wait. What. Back that up, was Jason asking him what he thought he was. Gar blinked a few times and nodded, and then nodded again and pushed his hand back up the young Robin's thigh, twisting himself in the bed so that they faced one another. There was nothing, nothing that he wanted more in this moment.]
Yes. Please. Jason. I want it to be you, and I want it to be now.
[A kiss was easy, and this he was sure about. He wanted those lips against his own, and Jason's body pressed up tight against his own right now. Nothing more sounded better. Nothing.]
That first one is really doing it for me and I don't know if it's because you're probably getting your ass kicked or the way your ass looks in spandex.
What do you want me to say? I was a horny teenager and you were the boy wonder in spandex and a stupidly chiseled jaw. Sue me.
You don't really want me to get my ass kicked right now, do you? IS that where we're at? I never fucking know with you, do I?
I was a grown man, and should have known better but it all grew from there for me.
Fuck me Jason. You are so damn hot like that. The best I've got is me with long hair and facial hair grown out from my vacation this summer. I got pics of me playing the guitar too? I don't know that there's anything hotter than you.
I can't see you, we're texting Jay. Plus, I was doing this thing called sarcasm. Perhaps you've heard of it. :p
Our bodies are all mixed up when it comes to one another. I think we're working them out. Probably should spend some more time together talking. I know it's not our strong suit, but eh.
Oh so now you're trying out some sarcasm? You'll have to teach me sometime.
You and your talking. Yeah yeah, we can talk. Maybe we've gotten better at it. Who knows?
Okay, get your eyes checked, old man. Where did I say you looked bad? I said I can fuck with it. Fuck. You looked good. In a dirty-surfer-townie-with a rap sheet kind of way. Like will fuck your brains out all summer and then ghost you after Labor Day.
Almost back to normal? I don't know. You always look good. But you look happy. The new look suites you. I'm still me. No vacation. Been working out a lot, getting into trouble, brooding, the usual.
It's becoming obvious. Spent some restless nights while you were gone wondering if you were thinking about me, if you were getting off thinking about me like I was to you.
Thanks for making me smile this morning. I needed it. You're so fucking beautiful. I caught this, and had to take it right away. Took me a few minutes to get it put together.
I know, you'd rather think the world sees you as this one all the time.
I know you smile. You were smiling so fucking much when we first 'met', you remember. Robin so excited to meet robin. I thought you were hot even then, even when I shouldn't have glanced at your lips.
Babe. I'm surprised you don't set the gym on fire. We're going to need to stay a few days in a hotel so that we can make all the noise we want to. I don't think the rest of the Titans need to hear what's going to happen when we get back together. You are so fucking hot. My blood is boiling for you.
I miss the punk, but then again you went through it. I fucked up a lot then too. It took us both learning some lessons to make it to this point.
Same. I mean, yeah, the depth of it has changed. It's matured. We mean more to one another, and it's not been one sided for a while. I get you. You were a fantasy for me too.
I did. I wanted to smack the mouth on you, but you were hot. It was the worst of me, and I felt rotten.
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Date: 2023-06-03 11:21 pm (UTC)[It wasn't that Jason wasn't affected, it was just that he was trying really hard to act like he wasn't. He had already made Gar feel self-conscious enough, the last thing Jason needed to really blow this-whatever this was-up was to pop a boner laying centimeters away. He was wearing sweatpants on top of it, they would give him away in an instant.
The deep inhale from Gar was hard to miss but the graze of warm fingers across his knuckles had him distracted enough to miss most of what Gar was saying.
When the next video starts playing and Jason tears his gaze from Gar to the screen he realizes he made a huge mistake. It's too late to ask to go back to threesomes and he can't act like he doesn't like this because Gar was finally letting his guard down a little. Besides, it would be a lie.
The guy on his knees with the collar is sucking cock like he's starving for it and that would be bad enough but then the dominant guy pulls out a paddle and moves on to impact play and edging. The submissive guy in the collar is moaning and rocking his hips back for more of the paddle, his cock is so hard, swollen from the cock ring and being denied an orgasm over and over. He's moaning, pleading to be fucked, to be touched, anything and Jason swallows hard and shifts his legs, feeling heat in the pit of his stomach that isn't just from the alcohol. He doesn't know why he does something so stupid but he chances a quick glance over at Gar.
Jason has no idea what any of this is like either but he knows watching it turns him on real bad. Watching the two men play this out, bringing each other to desperate points of desire, losing themselves completely in each other, yeah that turns him on. He quickly glances back at the screen. It's like he's holding his breath and is it just his imagination or can he feel the warmth from Gar's thighs through the fabric of his sweatpants?
Fuck. Get it together, Todd.]
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Date: 2023-06-03 11:46 pm (UTC)It was a good thing really, they both had half-hangovers anyway and now had this brilliant plan to watch porn together. Normally Gar had headphones on and the door locked. The door was still locked, but there were no headphones this time. The sounds were very blatant. The begging and the moans crawled up Gars skin and flushed it full of gooseflesh.
He knew there was no way he was getting out of this without being affected. He should have thought about that before showing Jason one of his more favorite videos. This was one that was pretty much guaranteed to get him off every time. The only way it wouldn't work was if he was really angry, and the tiger was riding him high. Then he'd have to use his imagination and think a little further to push out the energy.
Torn between trying not to look at Jason and the video, Gar does his very best to keep his breathing nice and slow. At least Jason can't hear how hard his heart seems to suddenly be pounding in his chest. His pinky finger creeps out and slides along the side of Jason's leg, itching to touch him and not even caring why. Gar can feel the pressure of his cock as it begins to slide along his leg. He knows the way it messes up the line of his sweats.
The guy on the video sputters on the other man's come and he gets yanked by the chain, almost choked. Meanwhile as he's being edged and punished for not swallowing everything, a new man appears on the scene and immediately strips down and gets between the man's legs doing the edging and begins to lick between his ass cheeks. Gar bites the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from moaning quietly. He's never moaned aloud before getting off, but he wants to now. This is somehow way hotter watching it with Jason and he can't figure out why.
He turns his head, and realizes his first mistake. Jason's profile is suddenly breathtaking. Why hadn't he ever noticed it before. Gar has trouble looking away, but then he glances down and sees Jason's cock pushing up against his sweats, and knows that the other is enjoying this, enjoying the same thing that Gar likes. it's like Gar can't move. He's rooted in place. He wants to say something, but what can he say. He turns his head back, but moves his hand over to touch jason's leg. If he gets punched. It was probably worth it.]
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Date: 2023-06-04 12:24 pm (UTC)The guy on the video is teasing the other man with his tongue, face pressed between his cheeks. The guy on his back, the one being edged is moaning loud, lost in the overstimulation. His begging sounds loud and obscene in the quiet of Gar's room. Has the house ever been this quiet before? Jason can't tear his eyes away from the way the guy rolls his hips, his chest heaving and stomach muscles clenching. Every moan and plea has his dick throbbing in his pants.
He doesn't trust himself to look at Gar again, not right now but he can see the thick line of Gar's own hardon in his sweats out of the corner of his eye and Jason licks his lips, brushing his bare foot against Gar's ankle.]
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Date: 2023-06-04 02:05 pm (UTC)Not that it really mattered to him, but maybe he could have figured it out before he started watching this shit with another guy, one that was apparently exactly Gar's type, whatever the heck that was. A whine from the computer screen caught his attention. The man that was tied down, cheeks red, was flipped over and his master, or whatever was stroking him briefly. His dick had cum all over it. That really had Gar turned on, and he could feel his own cock responding.
That was a problem, cause he knew that he would be leaking by now. His own dick was so freaking sensitive. It started from the second he was turned on and never seemed to stop. It was like it didn't know it was supposed to wait for the end. If Gar reached for the blanket now, it would really be obvious, but so would a giant wet stain up near his waist.
Jason's foot ran along Gar's ankle. The nerves were so sensitive now that it sent a chill up his spine and he slipped his hand further up Jason's thigh. He'd never even kissed someone, and now all he could do was think about touching him and having Jason touch him. The guy getting rimmed on screen was suddenly being fucked-- gar had missed when that started, lost in his own mind, but it was fucking hot. He knew what was about to happen, but it was like he was seeing it all for the first time. ]
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Date: 2023-06-04 04:58 pm (UTC)When he looks over at Gar, watching Gar watch the screen, it's like he's seeing the other guy for the first time and his breath catches in his throat. Gar was always attractive. Jason isn't blind. He's seen him naked before but in those circumstances, sex was always the last thing on his mind. His lips are slightly parted, breathing a little more shallow. Fuck. Watching Gar get turned on watching the video was somehow even hotter to Jason than the video itself.
Gar was certainly not a stranger, not that Jason was planning on having sex with him, but it was hard not to think about touching him, what it would feel like to be the first person to kiss him properly, to reach over and wrap his fingers around the bulge in his sweatpants, to press his mouth to the darkening stain to see just how wet he could make him.
His own hardon was aching against his pants, leaking in his briefs and Jason is having a hard time concentrating on the video. The two guys are fucking now, and the submissive guy, the one getting fucked is taking it so good, whining and begging for more even as he's being filled to the brim and pounded again and again.
Jason should probably excuse himself, go back to his room and get himself off before he does something even more stupid. They can blame it on the expensive vodka and never talk about this again but then Gar's hand is moving up his thigh and Jason gasps; it's quiet but it feels impossible loud to his own ears. Now there is no mistaking Gar's touch as anything other than deliberate. Jason tells himself to get up but his body isn't listening. Instead he spreads his legs wider, thigh pressed against Gar's now. Just the heat of their thighs pressed together, Gar's hand on his upper thigh has nerve endings lighting up, electricity tingling along his skin. When was the last time he's been touched outside of a fight? He can't remember.
He should probably say something but it's easier to grab the bottle wedged between them and set it on the nightstand next to the bed getting rid of their makeshift barrier. It's easier to place his hand on Gar's leg just above his knee and run his fingers up, tracing the line of smooth muscle over the fabric of his sweats.
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Date: 2023-06-04 07:19 pm (UTC)Rachel was the very last person on Gar's mind right now. All Gar knew was that Jason's thigh was thick and incredibly firm beneath his fingers. He'd never touched another person like this, not on purpose at least, not with the intention of knowing what they felt like beneath their clothes. His breath quickened as he thought about the way Jason had been looking at the video. He didn't want to turn now.
The guy on screen had his knees bent all the way up to his chest and his dick looked like it was going to explode through the cock ring. Gar already knew that a ring made him come harder than the other two, never mind all the edging that he took earlier, but first it was going to be the guy in the back. He was-- there, his breath caught and he began a loud moan, then a series of fucks, and he yanked himself out to wank off and come all over the other guy's ass as he still fucked the super sub.
The bottle moved between them and Gar twisted his head to look just in time to see Jason put a hand on his thigh. It's obvious that they're not doing this by some misguided action, but out of direct response. Both of them are hard as rocks, and Gar can see a tiny damp spot on Jason's sweats that begins to mirror the much larger one on his own.
"Jason..." He breaks the cone of silence, as the second guy grunts out his orgasm. His hand moves up and he dares to brush a thumb in the crease of Jason's thigh. "I could do this by myself, or we could just.." When the final guy gets off, Gar flips on another video. This one is another scene, except it's only two guys and it's obvious that they are into one another in a very romantic sense. They're in the shower together making out, hands touching everywhere, already moaning and soft whispers of one another's names. Gar doesn't know why he put this one on. He's not even looking but a glance now and then, his eyes are all set for the side of Jason's face.
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Date: 2023-06-04 10:52 pm (UTC)Jason bites his lip and presses into Gar's touch but it's Gar's voice that drags his gaze from the screen. Their eyes meet and fuck, that makes this all the more real. He can't pretend this is totally normal; just two guys getting worked up watching porn and maybe helping each other out. This is Gar. He knows Gar. They have to work together, to live together at least for now in a house full of nosy fucking people.
What does he want? Is that the same question as what does he want right now? It's difficult to think clearly with Gar's hand so close to his hardon. He exhales, blue eyes searching brown.] Gar...when do you turn 20?
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Date: 2023-06-04 11:07 pm (UTC)Did he suddenly have Jason as the star of this video in front of him, with himself pressed up against the glass wall of the shower stall... yes. Was his breath shaking in his lungs as he turned his head back to his lap and the fingers that sat there before slowly rotating back to impossibly blue eyes. Yes, hell yes. He takes another breath before he speaks and tries not to laugh a little.
They had a few years between them; Gar had been being dramatic when he said that he wanted to lose it by the time he was twenty. He'd actually hoped it was before then, but he didn't think it'd be that much before then. Gar honestly didn't hold much hope for himself. ] Jason, I'm still two years younger than you. I meant... hands. If you wanted me to... I would, while we watched.
[He was trying not to look at Jason's mouth as he spoke, the men on screen were facing one another and kissing as if they were trying to breathe through one another. It was a form of desperation that Gar didn't understand, but he wish he did. He could only hope that some day someone might like him that much.
He slid his hand down Jason's thigh, in case he'd been wrong. He didn't want to do anything that Jason didn't want and he was suddenly scared that he'd broken the bubble between them, and that he wasn't supposed to.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 12:09 am (UTC)He might be older but he was pretty sure he didn't want either of their first times to be getting tipsy off of Dick's booze and sneaking around watching porn together in the loft.
The guys on the screen were kissing passionately up against the shower wall, hips rolling, seeking that friction that has Jason's stomach twisting. Their moaning was filling the awkward silence between them and Jason still couldn't help but imagine that he was the one with Gar pressed against the shower glass, panting against his mouth in between heated kisses.
Jason scrubs a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. He probably should fuck off and they can forget any of this happened, but Gar's hand was still warm on his leg, and Jason didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to his lips even for a moment. ]
I was asking because you said you've only been kissed once and it was chaste. You said you wished someone would just kiss you and get it over with...I can? I mean, if you want. Fuck, this is stupid. Can I kiss you?
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Date: 2023-06-05 12:35 am (UTC)The stain on his sweats was embarrassing by now. It had grown measurably with this scene and Gar's own fantasies of him and Jason in that shower together. The tiger boy knew that Jason's hand was only on his thigh, but he swore he could feel the touch of it as it dragged over the swollen head of his dick, whisking away shiny droplets of come that had his name written all over them.
Instead, Gar was watching frustration run through Jason's face and he almost pulled his hand away altogether, but he didn't. He couldn't make himself yet.
Wait. What. Back that up, was Jason asking him what he thought he was. Gar blinked a few times and nodded, and then nodded again and pushed his hand back up the young Robin's thigh, twisting himself in the bed so that they faced one another. There was nothing, nothing that he wanted more in this moment.]
Yes. Please. Jason. I want it to be you, and I want it to be now.
[A kiss was easy, and this he was sure about. He wanted those lips against his own, and Jason's body pressed up tight against his own right now. Nothing more sounded better. Nothing.]
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From:finally, his first orgasm. i knew he'd get there. ~ now they "take their time". /snickers evilly.
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Date: 2024-09-07 09:18 pm (UTC)that's all.
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Date: 2024-09-13 01:37 am (UTC)Like oh that's all.
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Date: 2024-09-13 11:12 am (UTC)I could always give you a little something to think about. If that's what you're into.
I'm going to sit here and enjoy that picture you sent, cause fuck if you aren't the hottest thing on two legs.
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Date: 2024-09-13 03:56 pm (UTC)Little. Okay, Dick, sure.
You're interrupting my workout.
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Date: 2024-09-13 04:25 pm (UTC)You and your workouts were what started me and my handjobs. Fuck that. My heart is pounding now.
They aren't what kept me. You're what did that. Now you're stuck.
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Date: 2024-09-13 11:33 pm (UTC)What do you want me to say? I was a horny teenager and you were the boy wonder in spandex and a stupidly chiseled jaw. Sue me.
That's right. You told me that watching me work up a sweat/a> got you all hot and bothered. Thinking about you watching me is pretty hot. I'm not gonna lie. But it is distracting. I can't stay ripped with you drooling all over me.
I'm what kept you? Pretty sure you're the one that's stuck.
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Date: 2024-09-13 11:56 pm (UTC)I was a grown man, and should have known better but it all grew from there for me.
Fuck me Jason. You are so damn hot like that. The best I've got is me with long hair and facial hair grown out from my vacation this summer. I got pics of me playing the guitar too? I don't know that there's anything hotter than you.
My dick is so hard right now.
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Date: 2024-09-14 12:17 am (UTC)Well, the head and the heart sometimes want different things. Or the head and dick or whatever
Long hair and a guitar? I can fuck with hippie Dick.
You've missed me that bad? Just a couple pictures and you're already hard for me, Dick?
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Date: 2024-09-14 11:35 am (UTC)Our bodies are all mixed up when it comes to one another. I think we're working them out. Probably should spend some more time together talking. I know it's not our strong suit, but eh.
So you're saying I looked bad on vacation. Good thing I'm mostly back to normal.
You know I've missed you. It's hard being away. I always get hard for you. Isn't that obvious.
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Date: 2024-09-14 04:01 pm (UTC)You and your talking. Yeah yeah, we can talk. Maybe we've gotten better at it. Who knows?
Okay, get your eyes checked, old man. Where did I say you looked bad? I said I can fuck with it. Fuck. You looked good. In a dirty-surfer-townie-with a rap sheet kind of way. Like will fuck your brains out all summer and then ghost you after Labor Day.
Almost back to normal? I don't know. You always look good. But you look happy. The new look suites you. I'm still me. No vacation. Been working out a lot, getting into trouble, brooding, the usual.
It's becoming obvious. Spent some restless nights while you were gone wondering if you were thinking about me, if you were getting off thinking about me like I was to you.
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From:Wherever is fine. Here there, it matters not to me. :) I'm easy
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Date: 2024-09-17 01:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for making me smile this morning. I needed it. You're so fucking beautiful. I caught this, and had to take it right away. Took me a few minutes to get it put together.
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Date: 2024-09-18 07:20 pm (UTC)I know you smile. You were smiling so fucking much when we first 'met', you remember. Robin so excited to meet robin. I thought you were hot even then, even when I shouldn't have glanced at your lips.
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Date: 2024-09-19 12:00 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm smiling a little more. Some days are easier than others. That starry eyed punk ass kid you met hasn't existed for a long time.
What hasn't changed is my crush on you. Maybe it has--it's something more because it's not just someone sided fantasy. Fuck, that sounds so lame.
You thought I was hot back then? I was a smart mouthed teenager. That's not very Golden Boy of you.
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Date: 2024-09-19 12:44 am (UTC)I miss the punk, but then again you went through it. I fucked up a lot then too. It took us both learning some lessons to make it to this point.
Same. I mean, yeah, the depth of it has changed. It's matured. We mean more to one another, and it's not been one sided for a while. I get you. You were a fantasy for me too.
I did. I wanted to smack the mouth on you, but you were hot. It was the worst of me, and I felt rotten.