[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.]
[It's like a knot loosens in his chest and he can breathe again. He would be embarrassed at how much he was hoping for that answer if it weren't for the way Gar was looking at him all open eagerness, already twisting to face him.
It was just a kiss, right? A kiss was easy. Gar wanted someone to kiss him to get it over with and Jason was here and a willing participant. Maybe more than willing judging by the way his cock throbbed between his legs, making a mess of the front of his sweats.
With his free hand, he reaches up to cup Gar's face, searching those deep brown eyes for any sign of hesitation before leaning in to press their lips together. It's gentle at first, a soft slide of lips but this is supposed to be Gar's first real kiss and Jason wants it to be worth the wait. His tongue slides along Gar's lips, parting them to lick into his mouth. It's not Jason's first kiss, but it's been a long time since he's really kissed someone and his heart is hammering against his ribcage at the way their tongues drag together. It's intoxicating in a way the stolen alcohol never was. It takes his breath away.]
[There was no passivity in the way Gar reacts to Jason. If one thought that because Gar hadn't been kissed before that he hadn't thought about it, hadn't watched people doing it a million times, read articles about how to do it right, and might have even practiced on things like his pillow or the open pour of the shower-- well, they didn't know how badly Gar was actually looking forward to this exact moment in time.
For the space of a few seconds Gar sits stunned, blown away by how blue Jason's eyes are and how soft his lips are. They fit over and around his in a way he'd never dreamed that lips could feel. This was nothing, absolutely nothing like his first kiss-- even the delicate brush was so much more. It didn't matter that there were men moaning in the background. Not at first. Nothing mattered but the way Jason's mouth felt against Gar's, and then Jason slid his tongue against Gar's mouth and Gar opened to it.
It was then that gar allowed himself to breathe, and the world slowly began to fold back in on itself. It hit him hard, and then pealed away again. Gar moves closer and squares his shoulders, sliding a hand over Jason's neck and up into the mess of his curls. He focuses on tasting Jason, sliding their tongues together gently at first, but then more aggressively. He's hungry. He's never done this and wants more than a little bit of light passivity. He wants to feel the beat of his heart as their mouths meld together.
He pulls back enough to nip and tug at Jason's lower lip, sucking at it before going back in to twist his tongue sideways and swipe against Jason's, back and again. He dives in, digging his fingers in tighter into Jason's hair. He can feel the heat rise between them now. This is the kiss that he wanted, that he needed and this is exactly the person he knew now that it was supposed to be with. ]
[It becomes clear pretty quickly that Gar is not timid when it comes to kissing despite never having actually done it before. He's enthusiastic like he is with a lot of things and that's really all the green light Jason needs. The teeth on his lip and the sure and steady fingers tightening in his hair pull a low, hungry sound from his throat and his fingers dig into Gar's thigh as he licks and curls his tongue against Gar's. His taste, his scent was everywhere and it makes Jason's head spin a little.
The video is still going in the background though Jason can hardly hear it over the pounding of his own heart. His hand falls from Gar's face, down his chest, his side, fingers spread over lean lines of muscle as he holds on.]
Are you sure you've never kissed before? [He laughs breathlessly, nipping and sucking at Gar's lower lip as he licks into him again. Before the tiger boy can reply, Jason is blindly moving the laptop to the side so he can guide Gar back onto the mattress. He lowers himself a little, arms bracketing Gar's head as he tugs at his lip. The heat in the room, between them now is palpable and Jason can't help but slip a hand under the hem of Gar's shirt, fingers ghosting over the smooth line of his abs, the curve of his hips.]
[Dropping his own fingers from Jason's hair to collapse upon the young male's chest is like something of a dream. Feeling the lines of Jason's chest is something else entirely new. His body is firm and warm beneath Gar's fingers, even with the lines of fabric separating Gar from his actual muscles. The young titan can still feel the swell of worked muscles, ones that he's seen recently and felt the heat of his cheeks even then.
Pulling back from the kiss, Gar takes a deep breath and wonders lightly why he didn't catch earlier how attracted he was to Jason when he got that picture and how much it shook his foundation then. He laughed softly, and shook his head, at himself and Jason. ] you're my first. Mmm, and wow, shit, a really good first. come back here.
[Even if Jason hadn't moved before Gar had replied, Gar might have done something similar. An idea was forming in his mind, something that would extinguish their needs, and feel really good. It left his mind though when Jason's hand began to slip up his shirt. Gar arched into the touch with a sigh, biting back at the kiss. He shook his head for a second and then pulled back from their kiss. ] Nnn. off, can I see your chest? I want to just touch that, only that... right now.
[Feeling a modicum of shyness over asking, he pulled up at his own shirt and began to pull it over his head. He knew that Jason had seen him like this so many times, but this was so different and with the sounds of moans still lighting up the background-- there were hints of why it was different. Gar wanted to feel another guy against his body. No, not any guy, but Jason. ]
[The hint of shyness from the Titan is endearing and Jason sits back, straddling Gar's hips so he can admire the hard worked body beneath him. They've seen each other shirtless before, hell, he's even seen Gar completely butt ass naked after a transformation. It comes with the territory of training, fighting, and living together but Jason would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed how attractive the other boy was or caught himself staring at his bare chest or the way his muscles move and strain when he's training. He was fine admiring from a distance because that's all it could ever be. Jason wasn't like the others. He was only here temporarily until Bruce decides he can go back to Gotham and he doesn't need to give him or Dick anymore reasons to think he's not ready. Gar would get with Rachel or meet some other nerdy emo girl and get the kiss he's been waiting for. This was not in the plans. It was just a kiss, right? They're two guys blowing off some steam. No big deal.
Jason pulls his shirt up and over his head and drops it to the floor next to the bed. This feels completely different from the other times they've been in various stages of undress around each other. The air in the room feels hot, heavy and he has the heady, sweet taste of Gar on his tongue. Now that he's shirtless and more exposed, Jason is silently cursing himself for sending that fucking picture earlier. Gar had seemed less than impressed and now he feels stupidly, just a little bit, self conscious.
One look at Gar beneath him is enough to shake the thought from his mind though and he runs his hands over the other Titan's chest, his shoulders, his pecs, his abdomen, mapping out every dip and line of muscle. Fuck. He was hot.]
[The instant Jason moves to straddle him Gar has to hold his breath. He knows what's coming, and he can't help the tiny moan that edges out between his lips. His cock is still painfully hard and the long press of it lines his sweats upwards near his waist, so Jason's body easily presses back against it or covers it completely based on where he lands.
The young green haired male wants to push forward, to feel the pressure of another body against his, but he stays motionless. It takes almost every effort to, but he works hard to focus on what's in front of him. Jason's body has always been a thing of chiseled perfection. It was what Gar worked so hard for. It seemed effortless for the other male to maintain. They trained together for hours and even though Gar never thought about doing this, he never failed to notice Jason, or the body that he'd carved out for himself.
Now it was Gar's to touch. His fingers shook a little, from nerves, from excitement as he slid them up along the lines of Robin's stomach, moving back and forth over the lines of his abs, counting each pack as he made them. He swallowed deeply, and felt his body grow even more firm as he thought about how hard it would be to feel this close as they moved together.
Closing his eyes briefly, Gar tries to memorize what he's feeling, wanting to savor every second of this experience, knowing that it will probably never happen again. It's like one of those flukes that got him so lucky, but he knows that this was because of the porn, and Jason won't see him like this again-- they'll probably never talk about it after this. ]
Damn...
[ He whispers when Jason touches him, muscles wavering in his stomach. Gar bites at his lip, and then reaches up to brush over those nipples they fought about. Yeah, Jason could win. They were perfect. Round and the little nub made him want to lean up and taste him, but he was scared that might ruin something. That picture Gar got earlier shook him, and that's why he overreacted, and now that it was in front of him, he wasn't even sure what to do with it all.]
[The way Gar is looking at him, his shaking fingers moving over his skin as if he's trying to commit this to memory is a little unnerving but not...in a bad way. It makes the young Robin feel a little off-kilter and he shivers at the touch. His hands are on Gar's hips, fingers dipping into the curve of muscle. He wants to know what this body feels like pressed against his, the hard line of Gar's chest fitting firm and perfect against his own as they kiss and move together.
It's almost impossible to ignore the hard line of the other's erection pressing firmly against his backside but he tries, biting his lip as he holds himself still. It would be so easy, too easy to roll his hips, to find that friction and release finally but this isn't about him, not really.
Gar's fingers brushing over his nipples sends a shockwave through his body and he can't help the sharp inhale of breath, or the tiny, quiet moan that falls from parted lips. That is a surefire way to get him going almost as bad as if Gar had run his fingers over the oversensitive, aching head of his cock. He can feel his cock throb, leaking even more just from the soft brush of fingers.
He doesn't even really remember the stupid contest, but he feels like he won either way and this is his prize. He gets to touch, and taste this gorgeous fucking body even if just for tonight. He dips back down to get his mouth on skin and as he does their cocks, aching hard and wet in their sweats, accidentally brush against each other and Jason chokes on a moan.]
Shit, [He pants, dropping his head so their foreheads are touching.] I'm sorry...
[He keeps his hips still, body almost trembling from the effort but he wants to know what this body taste like, what it feels like against his mouth. He brushes their lips together before on, kissing a trail down Gar's neck, his collarbone, his chest. He takes his time, savoring every inch of smooth skin, lips ghosting over the nipples that clearly win any contest and Jason will never argue otherwise again.]
[That stillness is almost impossible to abide by. Gar wants to say something but he doesn't know how. He's too uncertain to make a move that might not be what Jason wants. He's got this feeling that they're both moving way beyond anything they ever planned on, or ever thought about. Except now that it's here, it's all that Gar can think about. He wants nothing more than for Jason to shift his hips backwards. Gar is dying for that heat, that contact. He wants to grind up and move together. It would be so easy to let himself go. It's not actual sex, but it would be nice to feel --
The thought's cut from Gar's mind when he realizes that he's the one dragging that sound from Jason, and it's not some afterthought of the computer still next to them. Eyes widen and he opens his mouth, parting it slightly in wonder. Gar does it again, and this time squeezes one of the nipples in his fingers, holding onto it for a few seconds before releasing to brush over it again.
When Jason pushes back, Gar's body moves forward instinctively. He arches against Jason's cock and groans as well. There's no shyness when it comes to feeling good as their cocks brush against one another. They somehow fit like this, and the warmth of Jason's mouth against his skin... ]
No...
it's fine..
[He whispers, and pushes his head forward to take the kiss even as it's offered, sighing on a sound when Jason takes his mouth away. It's impossible to keep any part of himself still now. His chest heaves on every single breath, feeling the heat of Jason's mouth as it begins to explore his body. It's like nothing he could have actually imagined, so much better than his fantasies. He digs his nails into Jason's back and runs them across the skin, angling his hips forward to bring their cocks in contact again. He wants this. He wants them to taste and touch, and grind against one another until they can't stand it anymore. ]
Gar- [Whatever he was going to say is cut off by a moan as Gar teases his nipple, squeezing and releasing. It's like there is a direct line from his nipples to his cock and he can feel it throb with every touch over the over-sensitive area. No one has ever touched him like this before. Yeah he had sex once, they were stupid kids who fumbled their way through it but it wasn't like this. It was nothing like this.
Jason was trying desperately to hold on to any semblance of control here. He didn't have some grand scheme for this, never planned for any of this and definitely doesn't want to be the one that ravages the guy that until moments ago has never even had a real kiss.
That control was crumbling. The sounds the other man makes at the slide of their hips is intoxicating. He never could have imagined anything like this. Jason wants to hear them again. He wants to know what else makes him moan. Gar is so responsive to every touch, it sends a thrill down his spine knowing that he's the one that has him breathless, that he's arching into his touch.]
Oh fuck... [How the hell was he supposed to resist when Gar is moving his hips like this, nails running over his back? Jason drops his head to Gar's shoulder, panting open mouthed against his skin as he rolls his hips, chasing the friction and the drag of their cocks against each other. They fit together so perfectly, all firm muscle and hard lines that move so well together.
Fuck. How did they get here from what was supposed to be just a kiss?] Wait...Gar, wait. [With what takes a monumental amount of effort Jason digs his hands into Gar's hips, stilling them and pulls back just enough to look at him.] Are you sure about this? I thought you just wanted a kiss?
[Was that sound coming from Jason? Gar almost stops what he's doing, but there's no way he can now. He's committed to this. He's made up his mind. This is exactly what he wants and who he wants it with. Gar could go off by himself and think of Jason doing this exact thing to him while he used his hand. It would be stupid and pointless, and not feel nearly as good. He had a feeling that it would be the same for Jason. Why should they part ways now.
They weren't going to actually have sex, they were going to make out and get rid of all the tension that watching the stupid porn brought on. They were exploring this... thing that was blossoming between them. Cause fuck if this wasn't something. Gar at least hoped that it was. He hoped that the way Jason said his name meant something beyond the fact that he saw him as a friend that he wouldn't talk to about this after they finished.
Maybe it would be like that and when Jason starts panting, Gar stops to think for half a second, what if. Can he deal with it. His hands cross over to thumb across the abs that are so close to his own, and then he reaches around and pulls Jason in closer, arching his body up so that they touch more fully. He wants to feel what it's like when they touch. The lines of their hips, the arches meld against one another and rub one hard line into another.
Pulling a leg up, he slides it down along Jason's and brings their bodies into better alignment for what they're doing, offering the dips of hipbones for slick friction. Gar combs his fingers down the back of Jason's neck when he stops him.
Heart racing, he pants and looks up at the older male, eyes wide, pupil's blown with desire and want. ] Yes, I want this. We're not getting naked, just... letting go. We'd be thinking of this if we left here now and went to get off by ourselves. I don't want to just think, I want to know. Let go Jason. Kiss me and let go. I'm okay. I want this.
[Gar reaches up and puts his lips gently against Jason's, brushing them lightly together, back and forth, teasing them open with his inexperience. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he wants in. He wants their bodies to move and grind and he wants to know what it feels like to rut against Jason until he feels his body explode under the other.]
[Part of Jason's problem is that he doesn't think beyond the moment too often. He doesn't know what this means just that it feels good right now and he wants to make Gar feel good too.
Gar is pulling him in, wrapping his legs around him and saying he wants this. Let go jason. That's all the reassurance he needs. The lips that find his are gentle, sweet even and his chest tightens, a knot forming that he doesn't want to examine too closely. He parts his lips on a sigh, opening to the other male, aching to taste him again.
It's true, if they stopped now and went their separate ways, Jason would be thinking about this all night. He'd be wondering what it feels like to really let go, to give into the desperate push and pull of their bodies, or what Gar feels like coming undone in his arms, or the way his name sounds in the hushed space between their mouths as they pant and sigh. He doesn't want to wonder.
He moves his hips, rocking down to bring their bodies together and he moans against Gar's mouth, a low, needy sound that is swallowed by the hungry slide of lips and tongue. They way they move together is so much better than Jason could ever imagine. Even through multiple layers of fabric, the long, firm press of Gar's cock grinding against his own has his whole body feeling like a livewire, heat curling in his veins like he might combust at any moment.]
[There's a split second, a bitter moment in time where Gar thinks that Jason won't take that leap and the young male wonders if he made a desperate mistake. A thread of fear crawls up his belly and takes hold, cutting off his air supply-- but then Jason acquiesces and Gar smiles into the parting of their lips. He anchors his hips in a more direct line with Jason's and eagerly presses upwards, meeting the downward urging of Jason's.
The resulting surge is far better than anything Gar could have imagined. Chills race through his whole body, springing from the pressure exerted upon his cock. It's like Jason's touching every bit of him all at once, and all Gar can do is hold on for the ride, edging himself against the flow and pushing to gain more, to force them together again so that this incredible feeling doesn't stop, only builds.
A small growl leaks from somewhere deep in his chest and his eyes bleed green momentarily when their bodies collide again. It's his turn to turn and kiss over Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin, nipping here and there. He can feel the damp residue of their come leaking through his sweatpants now, and with jason saying how good he feels Gar feels a prick of teeth lengthen, before he catches himself.
He forces them back only seconds after they scrape red lines over Jason's neck.]
Shit. You're gonna make me lose control.
[ He'd never fully turn, but parts of him bleed through when he's over stimulated, and this is certainly yanking at his usually very carefully won control. He's fully human, and his legs lock tighter around Jason, urging them tighter, pressing closer as they grind and rut against one another. ]
Ung. Jason. Feels so amazing. I never knew it could be like this.
[The scrape of sharp teeth on his neck, has him trembling, hips stuttering and breath hitching sharply. The thought of the young titan losing control never even crossed his mind. Was that Jason's doing? Or did it happen when Gar was alone and getting himself off? Maybe that sharp prick of teeth shouldn't make him moan like this but he wasn't afraid. The beast is a part of Gar, part of who he is. If anything, the danger of it all, the thrill that he was the one unraveling Gar's control that he's trained and worked so hard for is exciting. It only spurs him on more.]
It's okay. [He urges, breath coming in shallow pants as he drives his hips down, meeting Gar's every time he rocks up, arching into his every touch. Jason drags a hand down the other man's thigh, over hard muscle to the curve of his ass, keeping them locked together as they rut desperately against each other.] Lose control. I got you.
[He nips and tugs at the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone before lifting his head to look into Gar's eyes. It feels intimate and Jason's heartbeat quickens against his will (as if it ever listened to him anyway).]
[Every now and then Gar let himself do things when he was alone that he would never, ever let anyone know about-- and so yeah, he's let his tiger out, but that was usually on purpose. This, having it take over, normally never happens unless he's over emotional, usually angry, but apparently sexual stimulation brings it out too. Gar doesn't want to know about the rest of it. He's worried a little, but can't let his thoughts dwell, doesn't let them simmer.
It's all about the salt on Jason's neck, and the slight stubble that runs against the flat of his tongue when he culls it over the large swell of robin's adam's apple. It's so perfect, and leads directly back to those lips, ones that Gar swears he never wants to stop kissing. How did he ever miss noticing the fullness of them before, the way they are made to fit against his own. The way their bodies align with such grace even in this utter madness that has come over Gar.
Feeling that hand against the side curve of his ass, makes him work to link both his legs around behind Jason, giving them both the most intimate version of frottage yet. Gar's completely open and nearly exposed. The edge of his pants loosens a bit against their harsh grinding and he can feel the edge of his cock peering out beyond his sweats. He sighs a loud moan when he feels the wetness against his stomach now, and the stirrings of his body. He can't keep this up any more. ]
[He pants, and pushes up and up again, digging his fingers into the older male's back as he curses and cries out. Gar has never come like this before wave after wave of pleasure assaults him, and suddenly there's long spurts of white hot cum covering his pants, and their stomachs, messing the space between them as he continues to grind and rut against the other, eagerly working to that place where he knows he wants Jason to feel as good as he does. ]
[The edge is right there. He can feel it in the tension of his muscles, the heat curling low in his stomach, the sporadic drive of his hips. He dips back down, tugging Gar back for another kiss, fusing their lips together almost bruisingly. He swallows those curses and cries, licks them from the crevices of Gar's sweet mouth.
He's not expecting the mess on his stomach and he groans into the kiss, as he feels hot spurts painted over his skin pulling back enough to look down. Gar's cock is peaking out from the waistband of his sweats, hot spurts of cum covering them both. As he rocks into it, Gar's cock drags along his own, spreading the mess between them. It's quite possibly the hottest thing Jason has ever seen and that's all he needs to push him over the edge.]
Oh fuck...just like that, don't stop...I'm so close...I'm gonna-fuck Gar [Like a bow string strung too tight, he snaps suddenly, spilling long and hot, making a mess of his already stained sweatpants. He has never experienced an orgasm like that before, he swears he can see stars and his chest is heaving with labored breaths. He rocks against Gar, riding out the aftershocks that have his body trembling with every over sensitive brush of their cocks.]
[The slick mess between them makes the motion of their hips that much easier. Gar can still feel whiplashes of pleasure shooting through his bones every time he grinds against Jason's body and there's no way he wants to stop, not with the sounds that Jason's making. The heavy breathing against his neck is like the greatest aphrodisiac known to mankind and makes him want to do more suddenly.
Gar has no idea whatever he could do, but then he's glancing up at Jason's face at the exact moment Jason's cursing and all of a sudden his face twists into bliss and grimaces as he orgasms. It's stunning and Gar knows that this is something he will never forget as long as he lives. They may not have had sex, but they did something together, and Gar presses his hips up tight as he leans over the gap and licks over Jason's mouth, eventually sealing their lips together so that he can swallow the final moans of his orgasm.
Drinking down a few of the pants in a messy, last attempt to save whatever this was in his brain kiss, Gar parts and drops his head back to the bed, letting his legs go loose and fall open and to the sides, one slightly still draped around Jason's. They're both a mess, but there are clothes and towels around. It wouldn't matter now if they got naked and changed to clean up-- not that Gar is moving any time in the next few minutes. He doesn't even know what to say... He wants to say something, like - wow, or fuck, or something, but what if it's the wrong thing.]
[Jason eagerly opens himself to the other boy's kiss, letting him drink down every last moan and gasp until they break apart, breathless and spent. When Gar's legs fall loose, Jason rolls off, collapsing next to him on the mattress, close enough that their arms and legs are still pressed together.
This is the part that he doesn't know how to navigate. This wasn't some quick fumble where they part ways and never see each other again. This was...he's not sure. Just two guys releasing tension after getting worked up by a stupid porno? Whatever it was, it's not lost on him that this was Gar's first time with someone.
Jason stares at the ceiling as his heart slows to a normal pace. He can feel the sticky mess in his pants, against his stomach. Everyone would probably be back soon and wouldn't that be something for them to catch him sneaking back to his room covering in jizz.]
So much for just a first kiss, huh?
[It's stupid but he bites back a smiles, turning his head to the side to look at Gar. He knows he should probably make his exit but he doesn't want to move just yet.]
[When Jason rolls off of him, Gar almost follows, wanting to roll over and lay across the other male. He doesn't like the way his body is suddenly cold and all sticky feeling. It's so different from the warmth that they shared together only seconds ago.
It's awkward.
Gar, looks up at the ceiling of his room and wonders if this is it. If they're going to go their own ways and never talk about this again, but he really doesn't want to. He doesn't think he will ever look at Jason and not think about this. How can he not. He swallows back the thought, and tries to focus on something else, but then Jason's voice jolts him out of his stupid spiraling.
There's a laugh, a crack in his slightly serious face. Gar turns up on his side, and leans over to bite at Jason's ear. He's going to extend this a little bit, let Jason know that it meant a little more than just getting off. Who the hell knows what, but they're still okay after all this, they can still be them. Taking it a little bit farther, he slips his hand in Jason's pants and slides his fingers through the come, rubbing it between them forefinger and thumb curiously. ]
I'd say it was a really successful first kiss. You're a damn good kisser, Jason.
[He wipes it off on his pants, and then nods his head.]
You can use my towel over there to clean up... I got extra sweats in my drawer too.
[A knot loosens from somewhere in his chest at the sound of that laugh. It's like he didn't even know until that moment how anxious he was that he ruined something, crossed some sort of boundary he wasn't supposed to or how important it was that he didn't fuck this up. The loft was already miserable for him most days, it would be completely unbearable without Gar.
He shivers, watching Gar's hand slide under the waistband of his pants to run his fingers through the come. That probably shouldn't be as hot as it is.]
Happy to be of service. [The corners of his lips turn up in a small, private smile as he forces himself to climb out of bed to find the towel. He's relieved Gar thinks he's a good kisser, not that the guy has anything to compare it to but the compliment makes him feel good all the same in the way that praise usually does.]
You're not so bad yourself, especially for someone who has never had a real kiss before. [His back is turned as he drops his sweats and briefs in one go, toweling off as best as he can before rummaging in a drawer for a pair of sweatpants.] Do you think they'll be back soon?
[At least there's a smile on Jason's face that lets Gar know that he wasn't such a screw up at this. He's feeling alright, but he knows that something has to change. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal if they hung out in his room all night, or even fell asleep in here. Now they'd both question it, or think that someone might suspect something.
Gar wonders if things will be normal again after this. Watching Jason from behind, he decides to get up and slips his pants off. He grabs a fresh towel and uses it to clean up, moving up beside Jason to hand him a pair of pants and grab one for himself, uncaring of their nakedness. They were just rutting up against one another and covered in cum. Being naked is really nothing. Jason's gorgeous, and it stops Gar's heart for a second, but he forces himself to look back at the drawer.
Blowing out a breath, he pulls his pants on reluctantly. ] Who knows. It was a dinner party. That usually means drinking and dancing and all that formal stuff. Usually they aren't back before midnight. What time is it even.
Thanks. [He takes the proffered pair of sweats and pulls them on, not shy about raking his eyes over Gar's naked body as he does. He's seen Gar naked but now he knows what that chiseled body feels like pressed against his own and what he looks like when he's in the bliss of orgasm with Jason's name on his lips. It's like they've been in a dark room together and now someone's turned on the light. Things are different now.
Gar is like really...really attractive. It's honestly a wonder he hasn't even been kissed until now. How has no one noticed how gorgeous he is? He can see his muscles tense and shift as he pulls his pants on and Jason has to force himself to pull his gaze back to his face.]
You going to bed or...you wanna watch a movie or something?
[Feeling the heat of Jason's eyes is easy after the time they spent making out and doing whatever it was they just did with one another. Gar doesn't even know what to call it. Humping? Is that what the hell they did. It seemed like a lot more than just that to him. It felt more real, more intense than that. There was something about the way they kissed, about the way they looked at one another.
Who knows, maybe he was reading way too much into it. He had a bad habit about doing that some times.
There was this chick a while back that he thought for sure liked him, and he even followed her around for a while, and after all his work, and all his trying, all he got for it was 'nice hair' and 'do you know what that big guy's number is, is he really dating dawn?' - yeah, Gar felt like an idiot.
It was one of the reasons he didn't try anymore. She was just a chick from the coffee house anyways. Who cares. This is Jason, and he's... a lot more. He's fucking super hot, and funny, and can fight like a fucking badass. Gar suddenly realizes he never answered Jason, and laughs at himself. ]
Yeah, a movie is totally dope. [He yanks the blankets off his bed, and pulls out another set, changing them pretty quickly, like he does this more often than he'd like to admit. Once everything is clean, he takes the towels and all their clothes and dumps them in his hamper. ] There, bed is okay.
What movie you thinking about, or you wanna see what's on Netflix?
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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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Date: 2023-06-05 01:22 am (UTC)It was just a kiss, right? A kiss was easy. Gar wanted someone to kiss him to get it over with and Jason was here and a willing participant. Maybe more than willing judging by the way his cock throbbed between his legs, making a mess of the front of his sweats.
With his free hand, he reaches up to cup Gar's face, searching those deep brown eyes for any sign of hesitation before leaning in to press their lips together. It's gentle at first, a soft slide of lips but this is supposed to be Gar's first real kiss and Jason wants it to be worth the wait. His tongue slides along Gar's lips, parting them to lick into his mouth. It's not Jason's first kiss, but it's been a long time since he's really kissed someone and his heart is hammering against his ribcage at the way their tongues drag together. It's intoxicating in a way the stolen alcohol never was. It takes his breath away.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 01:38 am (UTC)For the space of a few seconds Gar sits stunned, blown away by how blue Jason's eyes are and how soft his lips are. They fit over and around his in a way he'd never dreamed that lips could feel. This was nothing, absolutely nothing like his first kiss-- even the delicate brush was so much more. It didn't matter that there were men moaning in the background. Not at first. Nothing mattered but the way Jason's mouth felt against Gar's, and then Jason slid his tongue against Gar's mouth and Gar opened to it.
It was then that gar allowed himself to breathe, and the world slowly began to fold back in on itself. It hit him hard, and then pealed away again. Gar moves closer and squares his shoulders, sliding a hand over Jason's neck and up into the mess of his curls. He focuses on tasting Jason, sliding their tongues together gently at first, but then more aggressively. He's hungry. He's never done this and wants more than a little bit of light passivity. He wants to feel the beat of his heart as their mouths meld together.
He pulls back enough to nip and tug at Jason's lower lip, sucking at it before going back in to twist his tongue sideways and swipe against Jason's, back and again. He dives in, digging his fingers in tighter into Jason's hair. He can feel the heat rise between them now. This is the kiss that he wanted, that he needed and this is exactly the person he knew now that it was supposed to be with. ]
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Date: 2023-06-05 02:29 am (UTC)The video is still going in the background though Jason can hardly hear it over the pounding of his own heart. His hand falls from Gar's face, down his chest, his side, fingers spread over lean lines of muscle as he holds on.]
Are you sure you've never kissed before? [He laughs breathlessly, nipping and sucking at Gar's lower lip as he licks into him again. Before the tiger boy can reply, Jason is blindly moving the laptop to the side so he can guide Gar back onto the mattress. He lowers himself a little, arms bracketing Gar's head as he tugs at his lip. The heat in the room, between them now is palpable and Jason can't help but slip a hand under the hem of Gar's shirt, fingers ghosting over the smooth line of his abs, the curve of his hips.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 02:12 pm (UTC)Pulling back from the kiss, Gar takes a deep breath and wonders lightly why he didn't catch earlier how attracted he was to Jason when he got that picture and how much it shook his foundation then. He laughed softly, and shook his head, at himself and Jason. ] you're my first. Mmm, and wow, shit, a really good first. come back here.
[Even if Jason hadn't moved before Gar had replied, Gar might have done something similar. An idea was forming in his mind, something that would extinguish their needs, and feel really good. It left his mind though when Jason's hand began to slip up his shirt. Gar arched into the touch with a sigh, biting back at the kiss. He shook his head for a second and then pulled back from their kiss. ] Nnn. off, can I see your chest? I want to just touch that, only that... right now.
[Feeling a modicum of shyness over asking, he pulled up at his own shirt and began to pull it over his head. He knew that Jason had seen him like this so many times, but this was so different and with the sounds of moans still lighting up the background-- there were hints of why it was different. Gar wanted to feel another guy against his body. No, not any guy, but Jason. ]
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Date: 2023-06-05 03:46 pm (UTC)Jason pulls his shirt up and over his head and drops it to the floor next to the bed. This feels completely different from the other times they've been in various stages of undress around each other. The air in the room feels hot, heavy and he has the heady, sweet taste of Gar on his tongue. Now that he's shirtless and more exposed, Jason is silently cursing himself for sending that fucking picture earlier. Gar had seemed less than impressed and now he feels stupidly, just a little bit, self conscious.
One look at Gar beneath him is enough to shake the thought from his mind though and he runs his hands over the other Titan's chest, his shoulders, his pecs, his abdomen, mapping out every dip and line of muscle. Fuck. He was hot.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 04:06 pm (UTC)The young green haired male wants to push forward, to feel the pressure of another body against his, but he stays motionless. It takes almost every effort to, but he works hard to focus on what's in front of him. Jason's body has always been a thing of chiseled perfection. It was what Gar worked so hard for. It seemed effortless for the other male to maintain. They trained together for hours and even though Gar never thought about doing this, he never failed to notice Jason, or the body that he'd carved out for himself.
Now it was Gar's to touch. His fingers shook a little, from nerves, from excitement as he slid them up along the lines of Robin's stomach, moving back and forth over the lines of his abs, counting each pack as he made them. He swallowed deeply, and felt his body grow even more firm as he thought about how hard it would be to feel this close as they moved together.
Closing his eyes briefly, Gar tries to memorize what he's feeling, wanting to savor every second of this experience, knowing that it will probably never happen again. It's like one of those flukes that got him so lucky, but he knows that this was because of the porn, and Jason won't see him like this again-- they'll probably never talk about it after this. ]
Damn...
[ He whispers when Jason touches him, muscles wavering in his stomach. Gar bites at his lip, and then reaches up to brush over those nipples they fought about. Yeah, Jason could win. They were perfect. Round and the little nub made him want to lean up and taste him, but he was scared that might ruin something. That picture Gar got earlier shook him, and that's why he overreacted, and now that it was in front of him, he wasn't even sure what to do with it all.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 06:00 pm (UTC)It's almost impossible to ignore the hard line of the other's erection pressing firmly against his backside but he tries, biting his lip as he holds himself still. It would be so easy, too easy to roll his hips, to find that friction and release finally but this isn't about him, not really.
Gar's fingers brushing over his nipples sends a shockwave through his body and he can't help the sharp inhale of breath, or the tiny, quiet moan that falls from parted lips. That is a surefire way to get him going almost as bad as if Gar had run his fingers over the oversensitive, aching head of his cock. He can feel his cock throb, leaking even more just from the soft brush of fingers.
He doesn't even really remember the stupid contest, but he feels like he won either way and this is his prize. He gets to touch, and taste this gorgeous fucking body even if just for tonight. He dips back down to get his mouth on skin and as he does their cocks, aching hard and wet in their sweats, accidentally brush against each other and Jason chokes on a moan.]
Shit, [He pants, dropping his head so their foreheads are touching.] I'm sorry...
[He keeps his hips still, body almost trembling from the effort but he wants to know what this body taste like, what it feels like against his mouth. He brushes their lips together before on, kissing a trail down Gar's neck, his collarbone, his chest. He takes his time, savoring every inch of smooth skin, lips ghosting over the nipples that clearly win any contest and Jason will never argue otherwise again.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 06:30 pm (UTC)The thought's cut from Gar's mind when he realizes that he's the one dragging that sound from Jason, and it's not some afterthought of the computer still next to them. Eyes widen and he opens his mouth, parting it slightly in wonder. Gar does it again, and this time squeezes one of the nipples in his fingers, holding onto it for a few seconds before releasing to brush over it again.
When Jason pushes back, Gar's body moves forward instinctively. He arches against Jason's cock and groans as well. There's no shyness when it comes to feeling good as their cocks brush against one another. They somehow fit like this, and the warmth of Jason's mouth against his skin... ]
No...
it's fine..
[He whispers, and pushes his head forward to take the kiss even as it's offered, sighing on a sound when Jason takes his mouth away. It's impossible to keep any part of himself still now. His chest heaves on every single breath, feeling the heat of Jason's mouth as it begins to explore his body. It's like nothing he could have actually imagined, so much better than his fantasies. He digs his nails into Jason's back and runs them across the skin, angling his hips forward to bring their cocks in contact again. He wants this. He wants them to taste and touch, and grind against one another until they can't stand it anymore. ]
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Date: 2023-06-05 08:39 pm (UTC)Jason was trying desperately to hold on to any semblance of control here. He didn't have some grand scheme for this, never planned for any of this and definitely doesn't want to be the one that ravages the guy that until moments ago has never even had a real kiss.
That control was crumbling. The sounds the other man makes at the slide of their hips is intoxicating. He never could have imagined anything like this. Jason wants to hear them again. He wants to know what else makes him moan. Gar is so responsive to every touch, it sends a thrill down his spine knowing that he's the one that has him breathless, that he's arching into his touch.]
Oh fuck... [How the hell was he supposed to resist when Gar is moving his hips like this, nails running over his back? Jason drops his head to Gar's shoulder, panting open mouthed against his skin as he rolls his hips, chasing the friction and the drag of their cocks against each other. They fit together so perfectly, all firm muscle and hard lines that move so well together.
Fuck. How did they get here from what was supposed to be just a kiss?] Wait...Gar, wait. [With what takes a monumental amount of effort Jason digs his hands into Gar's hips, stilling them and pulls back just enough to look at him.] Are you sure about this? I thought you just wanted a kiss?
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Date: 2023-06-05 09:05 pm (UTC)They weren't going to actually have sex, they were going to make out and get rid of all the tension that watching the stupid porn brought on. They were exploring this... thing that was blossoming between them. Cause fuck if this wasn't something. Gar at least hoped that it was. He hoped that the way Jason said his name meant something beyond the fact that he saw him as a friend that he wouldn't talk to about this after they finished.
Maybe it would be like that and when Jason starts panting, Gar stops to think for half a second, what if. Can he deal with it. His hands cross over to thumb across the abs that are so close to his own, and then he reaches around and pulls Jason in closer, arching his body up so that they touch more fully. He wants to feel what it's like when they touch. The lines of their hips, the arches meld against one another and rub one hard line into another.
Pulling a leg up, he slides it down along Jason's and brings their bodies into better alignment for what they're doing, offering the dips of hipbones for slick friction. Gar combs his fingers down the back of Jason's neck when he stops him.
Heart racing, he pants and looks up at the older male, eyes wide, pupil's blown with desire and want. ] Yes, I want this. We're not getting naked, just... letting go. We'd be thinking of this if we left here now and went to get off by ourselves. I don't want to just think, I want to know. Let go Jason. Kiss me and let go. I'm okay. I want this.
[Gar reaches up and puts his lips gently against Jason's, brushing them lightly together, back and forth, teasing them open with his inexperience. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he wants in. He wants their bodies to move and grind and he wants to know what it feels like to rut against Jason until he feels his body explode under the other.]
i never see yours lol
Date: 2023-06-06 02:25 am (UTC)Gar is pulling him in, wrapping his legs around him and saying he wants this. Let go jason. That's all the reassurance he needs. The lips that find his are gentle, sweet even and his chest tightens, a knot forming that he doesn't want to examine too closely. He parts his lips on a sigh, opening to the other male, aching to taste him again.
It's true, if they stopped now and went their separate ways, Jason would be thinking about this all night. He'd be wondering what it feels like to really let go, to give into the desperate push and pull of their bodies, or what Gar feels like coming undone in his arms, or the way his name sounds in the hushed space between their mouths as they pant and sigh. He doesn't want to wonder.
He moves his hips, rocking down to bring their bodies together and he moans against Gar's mouth, a low, needy sound that is swallowed by the hungry slide of lips and tongue. They way they move together is so much better than Jason could ever imagine. Even through multiple layers of fabric, the long, firm press of Gar's cock grinding against his own has his whole body feeling like a livewire, heat curling in his veins like he might combust at any moment.]
You feel-fuck...you feel so good...
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Date: 2023-06-06 12:36 pm (UTC)The resulting surge is far better than anything Gar could have imagined. Chills race through his whole body, springing from the pressure exerted upon his cock. It's like Jason's touching every bit of him all at once, and all Gar can do is hold on for the ride, edging himself against the flow and pushing to gain more, to force them together again so that this incredible feeling doesn't stop, only builds.
A small growl leaks from somewhere deep in his chest and his eyes bleed green momentarily when their bodies collide again. It's his turn to turn and kiss over Jason's neck, sucking and pulling at the skin, nipping here and there. He can feel the damp residue of their come leaking through his sweatpants now, and with jason saying how good he feels Gar feels a prick of teeth lengthen, before he catches himself.
He forces them back only seconds after they scrape red lines over Jason's neck.]
Shit. You're gonna make me lose control.
[ He'd never fully turn, but parts of him bleed through when he's over stimulated, and this is certainly yanking at his usually very carefully won control. He's fully human, and his legs lock tighter around Jason, urging them tighter, pressing closer as they grind and rut against one another. ]
Ung. Jason. Feels so amazing. I never knew it could be like this.
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Date: 2023-06-06 03:19 pm (UTC)It's okay. [He urges, breath coming in shallow pants as he drives his hips down, meeting Gar's every time he rocks up, arching into his every touch. Jason drags a hand down the other man's thigh, over hard muscle to the curve of his ass, keeping them locked together as they rut desperately against each other.] Lose control. I got you.
[He nips and tugs at the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone before lifting his head to look into Gar's eyes. It feels intimate and Jason's heartbeat quickens against his will (as if it ever listened to him anyway).]
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Date: 2023-06-06 03:49 pm (UTC)It's all about the salt on Jason's neck, and the slight stubble that runs against the flat of his tongue when he culls it over the large swell of robin's adam's apple. It's so perfect, and leads directly back to those lips, ones that Gar swears he never wants to stop kissing. How did he ever miss noticing the fullness of them before, the way they are made to fit against his own. The way their bodies align with such grace even in this utter madness that has come over Gar.
Feeling that hand against the side curve of his ass, makes him work to link both his legs around behind Jason, giving them both the most intimate version of frottage yet. Gar's completely open and nearly exposed. The edge of his pants loosens a bit against their harsh grinding and he can feel the edge of his cock peering out beyond his sweats. He sighs a loud moan when he feels the wetness against his stomach now, and the stirrings of his body. He can't keep this up any more. ]
Fuck. Jason-- Oh, god. Jason... I'm gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[He pants, and pushes up and up again, digging his fingers into the older male's back as he curses and cries out. Gar has never come like this before wave after wave of pleasure assaults him, and suddenly there's long spurts of white hot cum covering his pants, and their stomachs, messing the space between them as he continues to grind and rut against the other, eagerly working to that place where he knows he wants Jason to feel as good as he does. ]
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Date: 2023-06-06 05:43 pm (UTC)He dips back down, tugging Gar back for another kiss, fusing their lips together almost bruisingly. He swallows those curses and cries, licks them from the crevices of Gar's sweet mouth.
He's not expecting the mess on his stomach and he groans into the kiss, as he feels hot spurts painted over his skin pulling back enough to look down. Gar's cock is peaking out from the waistband of his sweats, hot spurts of cum covering them both. As he rocks into it, Gar's cock drags along his own, spreading the mess between them. It's quite possibly the hottest thing Jason has ever seen and that's all he needs to push him over the edge.]
Oh fuck...just like that, don't stop...I'm so close...I'm gonna-fuck Gar [Like a bow string strung too tight, he snaps suddenly, spilling long and hot, making a mess of his already stained sweatpants. He has never experienced an orgasm like that before, he swears he can see stars and his chest is heaving with labored breaths. He rocks against Gar, riding out the aftershocks that have his body trembling with every over sensitive brush of their cocks.]
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Date: 2023-06-06 07:22 pm (UTC)Gar has no idea whatever he could do, but then he's glancing up at Jason's face at the exact moment Jason's cursing and all of a sudden his face twists into bliss and grimaces as he orgasms. It's stunning and Gar knows that this is something he will never forget as long as he lives. They may not have had sex, but they did something together, and Gar presses his hips up tight as he leans over the gap and licks over Jason's mouth, eventually sealing their lips together so that he can swallow the final moans of his orgasm.
Drinking down a few of the pants in a messy, last attempt to save whatever this was in his brain kiss, Gar parts and drops his head back to the bed, letting his legs go loose and fall open and to the sides, one slightly still draped around Jason's. They're both a mess, but there are clothes and towels around. It wouldn't matter now if they got naked and changed to clean up-- not that Gar is moving any time in the next few minutes. He doesn't even know what to say... He wants to say something, like - wow, or fuck, or something, but what if it's the wrong thing.]
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Date: 2023-06-06 08:17 pm (UTC)This is the part that he doesn't know how to navigate. This wasn't some quick fumble where they part ways and never see each other again. This was...he's not sure. Just two guys releasing tension after getting worked up by a stupid porno? Whatever it was, it's not lost on him that this was Gar's first time with someone.
Jason stares at the ceiling as his heart slows to a normal pace. He can feel the sticky mess in his pants, against his stomach. Everyone would probably be back soon and wouldn't that be something for them to catch him sneaking back to his room covering in jizz.]
So much for just a first kiss, huh?
[It's stupid but he bites back a smiles, turning his head to the side to look at Gar. He knows he should probably make his exit but he doesn't want to move just yet.]
finally, his first orgasm. i knew he'd get there. ~ now they "take their time". /snickers evilly.
Date: 2023-06-06 09:10 pm (UTC)It's awkward.
Gar, looks up at the ceiling of his room and wonders if this is it. If they're going to go their own ways and never talk about this again, but he really doesn't want to. He doesn't think he will ever look at Jason and not think about this. How can he not. He swallows back the thought, and tries to focus on something else, but then Jason's voice jolts him out of his stupid spiraling.
There's a laugh, a crack in his slightly serious face. Gar turns up on his side, and leans over to bite at Jason's ear. He's going to extend this a little bit, let Jason know that it meant a little more than just getting off. Who the hell knows what, but they're still okay after all this, they can still be them. Taking it a little bit farther, he slips his hand in Jason's pants and slides his fingers through the come, rubbing it between them forefinger and thumb curiously. ]
I'd say it was a really successful first kiss. You're a damn good kisser, Jason.
[He wipes it off on his pants, and then nods his head.]
You can use my towel over there to clean up... I got extra sweats in my drawer too.
yeah these two the pinnacle of patience but they will try :D
Date: 2023-06-06 11:30 pm (UTC)He shivers, watching Gar's hand slide under the waistband of his pants to run his fingers through the come. That probably shouldn't be as hot as it is.]
Happy to be of service. [The corners of his lips turn up in a small, private smile as he forces himself to climb out of bed to find the towel. He's relieved Gar thinks he's a good kisser, not that the guy has anything to compare it to but the compliment makes him feel good all the same in the way that praise usually does.]
You're not so bad yourself, especially for someone who has never had a real kiss before. [His back is turned as he drops his sweats and briefs in one go, toweling off as best as he can before rummaging in a drawer for a pair of sweatpants.] Do you think they'll be back soon?
So patient. Tomorrow night. Soooo, what's on the porn channel tonight? >> blowjobs?
Date: 2023-06-06 11:46 pm (UTC)Gar wonders if things will be normal again after this. Watching Jason from behind, he decides to get up and slips his pants off. He grabs a fresh towel and uses it to clean up, moving up beside Jason to hand him a pair of pants and grab one for himself, uncaring of their nakedness. They were just rutting up against one another and covered in cum. Being naked is really nothing. Jason's gorgeous, and it stops Gar's heart for a second, but he forces himself to look back at the drawer.
Blowing out a breath, he pulls his pants on reluctantly. ] Who knows. It was a dinner party. That usually means drinking and dancing and all that formal stuff. Usually they aren't back before midnight. What time is it even.
Yeah they're real subtle about it too LOL
Date: 2023-06-07 12:08 am (UTC)Gar is like really...really attractive. It's honestly a wonder he hasn't even been kissed until now. How has no one noticed how gorgeous he is? He can see his muscles tense and shift as he pulls his pants on and Jason has to force himself to pull his gaze back to his face.]
You going to bed or...you wanna watch a movie or something?
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Date: 2023-06-07 12:58 am (UTC)Who knows, maybe he was reading way too much into it. He had a bad habit about doing that some times.
There was this chick a while back that he thought for sure liked him, and he even followed her around for a while, and after all his work, and all his trying, all he got for it was 'nice hair' and 'do you know what that big guy's number is, is he really dating dawn?' - yeah, Gar felt like an idiot.
It was one of the reasons he didn't try anymore. She was just a chick from the coffee house anyways. Who cares. This is Jason, and he's... a lot more. He's fucking super hot, and funny, and can fight like a fucking badass. Gar suddenly realizes he never answered Jason, and laughs at himself. ]
Yeah, a movie is totally dope. [He yanks the blankets off his bed, and pulls out another set, changing them pretty quickly, like he does this more often than he'd like to admit. Once everything is clean, he takes the towels and all their clothes and dumps them in his hamper. ] There, bed is okay.
What movie you thinking about, or you wanna see what's on Netflix?
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