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Jake and Johnnie had quite the reputation when it came to their viewers'. They were no strangers to scandal, though most of their scandals were created from their silly actions. Jake tended to flirt with most of his friends, and Johnnie was not excluded from this habit. He made outlandish comments all the time, inside and outside of their videos.
At first, Johnnie wasn't keen to engage. He knew about the gay rumours circulating, regarding his alternative appearance. He wasn't excited to feed the beast. However, Jake had a magnetic energy that relaxed Johnnie, and he couldn't help but make dirty comments. Eventually, he forgot about the rumours and immersed himself in their collective content creation.
Until the night of JC's party.
Many believe they had been intimate prior to JC's livestream. Despite their homoerotic spirit, they only shared friendly affection, especially when Jake was drunk. Johnnie's anxiety dissipated once alcohol touched his tongue. There was a reason he showed up to every party two or three drinks deep. Social interaction and large crowds were not his forte.
Additionally, weed was a hit-or-miss with him. He could count on a panic attack or a good time. His uncertainty of the outcome led him to stick with alcohol.
At the time of their onscreen appearance, Johnnie was comfortably drunk. Jake might have been an inch away from blackout. Jake carried his alcohol better than Johnnie. He was slightly slurring and wobbling but managed to maintain his confident front. Johnnie didn't know what he was getting sucked into it when Jake pulled him forward. Like most YouTubers, he noticed the camera first. Being perceived as drunk and knowing it wasn't editable spiked his anxiety. Still, Jake was on a mission, and he didn't stand a chance against that.
"You wanna see something gay?" Jake exclaimed, voice thick with liquor.
JC didn't know what he agreed to.
Suddenly, Johnnie was pulled forward, and before he could comprehend anything, Jake was pulling him in. The kiss wasn't anything remarkable. It was a chaste peck, no spit shared. However, his cheeks lit on fire.
While the alcohol had subdued his nerves and decision-making skills, he knew he would be freaking out about this later. Johnnie's brain went offline, and he grasped onto Jake's jacket.
"You're insane," he mumbled in Jake's ear. One might argue too close.
Jake laughed a touch hysterically. Johnnie attempted to sink back into the crowd, wanting nothing more than to disappear. He heard Jake clamour something else, but his hearing was garbled. He grabbed Jake's wrist and pulled him away from the camera. His emotions had abruptly shifted, and now he was slightly pissed.
"Jesus, Jake," Johnnie grumbled, doubting Jake could hear it over the noise.
He swerved around people, shocked Jake was so loose in his grip. Finally, they made it to a vacant hallway, which was surprising considering the amount of people there. He gently shoved Jake against the wall, flicking his hair out of his face.
"Jake, what were you thinking!?" he screamed over the noise.
Johnnie either didn't detect the irritation in Johnnie's tone, or he didn't care. He chuckled and smacked Johnnie's shoulder.
"It's not a big deal, man," he slurred.
Johnnie sighed. He was trying to rationalize with a drunk person. There was no winning.
"You know..." Jake played with the lapels of his leather jacket, "Your lips are really soft."
Johnnie choked on his spit, assuming he misheard his friend. Johnnie searched Jake's eyes and found humour, leading him to think it was another homoerotic joke.
"We—We are never getting rid of the rumours now," Johnnie concluded.
With each passing second, he felt the vertiginous slip-and-slide of drunkness hit him. One moment, he was fine, and the next, he bobbed like a buoy.
"You need to think before you act," Johnnie muttered, losing his balance.
He fell into Jake, positioning his hands on his friend's arms to steady himself. He could hear Jake's heavy breathing and smell the Jack and Coke on his breath. He ducked his head, taking a moment to figure out why the room was spinning.
"Make me."
Johnnie looked up and eyed Jake curiously. His smirk was devilish, and he had a mischievous glint in his eye. Johnnie's drunk brain couldn't decipher if this was another joke or not.
"What?" Johnnie questioned.
Suddenly, they were really close. Johnnie couldn't look into his eyes without going cross-eyed. He didn't know how this transition occurred, but it made little difference.
Jake’s tongue flicked over his snakebites. Johnnie unintentionally followed the movement.
“What?” Johnnie dumbly repeated.
He couldn’t keep track of their conversation if you could even call it that. Jake wasn’t giving him much to work with. It could have been seconds or hours before Jake responded.
“We’re both really fucked up,” he chuckled drunkenly.
Johnnie couldn’t hold back his laughter. Neither were laughing at anything in particular. Johnnie’s hands had migrated to Jake’s broad shoulders. He always wished he had Jake’s frame. His body was built like a tic-tac compared to Jake's. His arms were skinny and while his stomach was flat, it was only due to his metabolism.
In contrast, Jake was sculpted with muscle. Johnnie couldn’t tear his eyes from Jake’s mouth, opening from laughter. He hadn’t observed Jake’s mouth before or during the kiss.
“Are my lips soft?" Jake murmured.
Johnnie blinked rapidly in confusion. He could barely remember his middle name and Jake wanted him to recount their millisecond-long kiss? However, with Jake’s next action, he realized he was speaking in the future tense.
Jake had to lean down to kiss Johnnie due to their height difference. However, it wasn’t Jake’s lips Johnnie noticed. His musky scent, whether his cologne or hair product, infiltrated his senses. It was deep and smoky like whiskey. Johnnie felt the insane urge to cough. He was used to flowery scents and curvy chests. However, he wasn’t having the adverse reaction to kissing a man that he knew he would have sober. It was relaxing. Truthfully, it had been a while since he had made out with anyone. He expected Jake to be a bit gentler but he roughly sucked and licked Johnnie’s mouth like he was familiar with it. It was the type of kissing that preludes sex.
“Fuck, Jake,” Johnnie pulled back.
Jake whined at the loss, grabbing Johnnie’s jacket to keep him close.
“Hey,” Jake said in the softest voice Johnnie had heard.
Jake lightly wiped below Johnnie's eye, captive attention causing Johnnie to tense. The music softened in the background, and everything around him except Jake became a vignette.
"Jake, I—" Johnnie tried to speak, but Jake cut him off.
"Your eyeliner smudged," he airily mentioned.
Johnnie harshly swallowed, suddenly getting a cotton mouth. He hated that he felt every nerve ending on his tongue buzzing from their kiss. It didn't help that Jake's lips were bruised pink.
"What did...what are we doing?"
Johnnie fell quiet at the end of his question. His drunk, meddling mind told him that he should get back to kissing Jake. The sliver of rationale he had left told him something was seriously wrong.
"Don't think so hard," Jake exclaimed, thumb resting where he touched Jake's face.
Johnnie was easily persuaded by Jake's husky tone. Drunk Johnnie wasn't thinking about Jake's gender whatsoever. When Jake pulled him back in, Johnnie allowed himself to be moved. This time around Johnnie imagined Jake kissing his neck and stomach and—other places. Jake's piercings rubbed against Johnnie's lower lip and heightened the sensation of the kiss. Somewhere, in the deep crevasses of his mind, Johnnie knew he shouldn't be getting turned on from kissing his friend. It almost felt like this was a massive prank being pulled on him and someone would leap around the corner any second to scare him. That moment never came.
Jake's saliva was sweetened by liquor and it made Johnnie's head spin pleasantly. Without realizing Johnnie had fallen into Jake and was putting most of his body weight on him. Their chests grazed rhythmically as they shifted around. Jake's thigh supported his lower body, resting between Johnnie's legs. Johnnie had the persistent urge to do something terrible like rut against his friend. It didn't start out horny, but as the kiss quickened and became passionate, Johnnie was losing himself. Small whines left Johnnie's mouth even though he desperately tried to contain them.
"God," Jake sighed lowly.
Johnnie's hands had slipped to Jake's back and he moaned as he explored his back muscles. He didn't realize he had been lusting over his friend's muscles so much. Jake sighed at the casual touch and Johnnie couldn't stop it. His hips bucked against Jake's thigh and spasmed when he realized how hard he was. Johnnie moaned throatily but caught himself. What the fuck were they doing?
The realization wasn't enough to stop him. Jake growled at Johnnie's thrust and moved from Johnnie's mouth to his neck. Jake attacked his neck, leaving Johnnie weak and flustered. He sucked like a vampire, licking over his bite marks once he was satisfied. Johnnie stifled a laugh at his own song title.
"Hey! Everyone! Picture outside!"
Jake stopped. Johnnie's neck swivelled so fast it hurt his neck. He leapt away from Jake, hearing the chattering of people. Jake straightened his clothing, covering what looked like a similar problem to Johnnie's. Johnnie gulped and ignored the throbbing arousal. He followed Jake's move and removed his jacket, holding it in front of his waist. Damn, his tight skinny jeans. The situation caught up to him, but it was still a faraway thought. The fear was quelled by the alcohol, making Johnnie celebrate his choices with a goofy grin at Jake like they had gotten away with something bad. Jake rolled his eyes and tugged Johnnie's arm like a child.
The rest of the night was a dulling buzz of blurred memories, like drinking more and dancing. The most distinct memory was their makeout in the hallway. It didn't help that the moment Johnnie woke up, his feed was flooded with clips of them kissing. Then he remembered that while that was the first time, it was not the only time. He didn't want to look in the mirror at his crusty-eyed self, he could feel his thick eyeliner smudged from sleep.
He could hear Jake rummaging downstairs. Johnnie's hangover anxiety spiked remembering he lived with the contestant of his poor choices. He knew that avoiding the situation would only make it worse. Besides, he desperately needed Advil and coffee. Lazily, he shuffled to the bathroom, his legs stiff from dancing. He couldn't bear to turn the bathroom light on as his head was throbbing from the sunlight streaming through the window.
The moment he confronted his reflection he gasped. Not only was his eyeliner smeared across his face, but his neck was the victim of an assault. Purplish-red spots were accentuated against his starkly pale skin. Truthfully, he looked like a whore. He looked like he had been thoroughly fucked.
The visible display of their intimate moment made Johnnie's cheeks flush. He cringed at his needy behaviour towards his friend. He had never sexually thought of Jake before last night. What had changed?
After half-heartedly wiping his eyeliner off with a makeup wipe, he cautiously walked downstairs. Jake was a noisy motherfucker. He was scouring the fridge for something and loudly talking. Johnnie rolled his eyes at his eccentric behaviour, talking as though someone was there.
As he rounded the corner, in boxers and a loose band shirt, he realized his mistake. Jake's phone was professionally set up and he was clearly filming a cooking stream. He stumbled backwards but the damage had been done.
"Johnnie?" Jake inquired, laughter colouring his voice.
"Nope," he answered.
"Sorry, man, I thought you knew I was live streaming," Jake apologized.
"Nope," he repeated.
He peeked around the corner, signalling he wasn't angry, just surprised.
"Hey, chat," he awkwardly greeted.
"They keep commenting about our viral clip," Jake waggled his eyebrows, but he didn't make eye contact with Johnnie.
Although the audience couldn't track Jake's odd behaviour, Johnnie saw through him. He knew Jake remembered their situation.
"And—something about your neck?"
Johnnie gulped and purposely stayed out of the frame.
"Just let me know when you're done," Johnnie panicked and fled the kitchen.
Jesus, that couldn't have gone much worse. The audience would draw their conclusions about Johnnie's neck and unfortunately, they wouldn't be far off.
All he wanted was Advil. Instead, he sealed his fate.
Faintly, he heard Jake saying goodbye to his chat. He slumped on the couch, his flight-or-fight instincts activated. He slowly exhaled, remembering that this was Jake, not a monster.
Once he entered the room, Jake didn't waste any time.
"So...I guess we should talk about it, huh?"
With trouble, Johnnie glanced at him and saw the creases of worry on Jake's face. Slowly, Jake sat next to Johnnie, watching him as if he was a spooked animal.
"We were really drunk," Johnnie blurted.
Johnnie knew that excuse was bullshit. The alcohol didn't force them to make out twice . However, he was scared and jumped to the only rationale he had.
Jake snorted, "Not drunk enough, dude."
Johnnie gulped and ran his finger along the couch cushion.
"Listen," Jake's hand landed on his shoulder, making him jump, "I don't want our friendship to change."
Jake paused and Johnnie knew he had more to say.
"But...I don't regret last night."
Johnnie's eyebrows shot upwards. That was unexpected to hear.
"Oh," Johnnie dumbly said.
Jake deeply sighed, "Do you?"
Johnnie stilled. He didn't even think about whether he regretted it or not. Since that thought didn't cross his mind, he didn't think so. He enjoyed the intimacy and always felt a closer connection to Jake. He never thought it would sway into sexual desire, but he was open to fluidity.
"No," he stated decidedly.
Though shocked, Jake nodded, considering his words. Johnnie had never seen Jake so concerned over speaking his mind. If he were honest, it was touching.
"Listen, I'm about to suggest something crazy," Jake forewarned.
"Ok?" Johnnie nervously responded.
"Maybe last night was a fluke and we both needed a warm body. If that's the case then we can move on and forget about it. It'll be another chapter in the strange lives of Jake and Johnnie," Jake ascribed.
Johnnie nodded, contemplating Jake's careful explanation. Since he couldn't remember large portions of last night, there was a chance he could have been craving intimacy and attached it to Jake.
"So I propose a test."
Johnnie clocked him immediately, "A test?"
Jake nodded, turning his body towards Johnnie. Johnnie recognized visible dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.
"It's simple. We kiss again and see what the deal is. If we aren't feeling it then we know it was more the alcohol than us."
Johnnie wanted to be shocked at Jake's plan, but it was logical. Instead of awkwardly avoiding each other and stressing what last night meant, they could test it out and know for sure. Although rational, it didn't halt his anxiety.
"What if we...are feeling it?" Johnnie uneasily asked.
Jake inhaled sharply and tugged at his shirt uncomfortably, "Then we re-evaluate."
Johnnie gave Jake a meaningful look. He stared into Jake's chocolate eyes, searching for the answers to their problems. He moved so his legs faced Jake and swallowed apprehensively.
"What do we do?"
Jake's gaze drifted to Johnnie's chapped lips.
"Can I...?" Jake gently settled his hand on Johnnie's cheek.
It was out of place. Their shared affection never strayed into caressing. Johnnie tried to relax his body.
"I guess I'll—" Johnnie rested his hands on Johnnie's legs, closing the distance between them.
Jake chuckled, "I feel like I'm in high school again."
"We both know you weren't getting chicks in high school," Johnnie teased.
"You're not wrong," Jake conceded.
"Ok, just—" Johnnie leaned closer, "Kiss me, I guess."
Jake giggled, "You are such a bottom, dude."
Johnnie blushed and shoved Jake's chest. He wasn't wrong, but he didn't need to say it so plainly.
"Little pillow princess," Jake continued teasing.
"I will hurt you," Johnnie squeaked.
With his pale skin, he knew how red his face could get. Warmth radiated off him and he scoffed at the satisfaction on Jake's face.
"Ok, get those lips over here," Jake led his face, much more gentle than last night.
Johnnie trembled, knowing it was coming and, yet, feeling totally unprepared. It felt like a century before their lips touched. The world didn't end, but Johnnie thought his life might. Familiarly, Jake took charge, leaving Johnnie frazzled.
It wasn't spectacular, but it felt safe. Jake nibbled on his lip, and Johnnie softly moaned. It felt like he was kissing his friend, not a lover, but he didn't mind. Now that his mind was clear, he concentrated on the kiss. Jake's lips were soft, contrasting his kissing style. Johnnie didn't feel the same urgency induced by alcohol.
After it became hard to breathe, they broke apart. Both panted and fought to regain control.
"So?" Jake breathlessly asked.
"I—" Johnnie hesitated, "I like kissing you, but I don't know about anything further?"
Jake nodded, "Do you...want to continue?"
Johnnie had to admit, Jake was a pretty display. His cheeks were flushed from exertion, and he kept licking over his lips like he couldn't help it. It didn't trigger the deep need like last night, but Johnnie wasn't opposed to exploring this weird thing between them.
"This isn't going to fuck up our friendship?" Johnnie inquired, finally vocalizing the thought gnawing in his brain.
"I can't see why it would," Jake expressed, "We aren't in relationships and as long as we both want it then who cares?"
Johnnie's worry must have shown in his eyes because Jake gripped his shoulders firmly and squeezed.
"We are always going to be friends first," he comforted.
Johnnie closed his eyes and exhaled, dropping his shoulders. He needed to calm the fuck down. Jake was his best friend and would never purposely hurt him.
When his eyes opened, he saw that Jake's attention had moved to his neck. He brushed his thumb over the sensitive spots, making Johnnie twitch.
"Sorry," Jake murmured.
"For mauling me?" Johnnie quipped.
Jake's skin darkened and he abashedly ducked his head, "Yeah, I went a bit wild."
"Your audience is probably freaking the fuck out right now," Johnnie said.
"I can't blame them," Jake laughed, "Shirtless Johnnie with a fuck-ton of hickeys? It's a fan girl's dream."
Johnnie groaned, imagining the TikTok edits he would have to endure. Jake leaned closer, and Johnnie held his breath as Jake kissed one of the spots gently. He shivered at the whisper of lips on his flesh. Unlike his lips, his neck was a major erogenous zone. Johnnie released a bitten-off moan at the contact.
"Wow, you really like that," Jake commented. It wasn't derogatory, but it made Johnnie flush all the same.
"Mhm," he answered.
Johnnie didn't know what was turning him on more, Jake's teasing kisses or the attention he was receiving. It made him feel valued, and that created a surge of passion. Eventually, on each exhale, Johnnie was whimpering, and his fingers tightened on Jake's legs.
Jake pulled away and gaped at Johnnie, who reflected pure lust.
"Ok, that's a little hot," Jake admitted.
Surprised at the remark, Johnnie laughed a little too loud.
"What about you?" Johnnie asked.
"What about me what?" Jake's eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you like?" Johnnie boldly clarified.
Jake's eyes widened. Johnnie managed to surprise him. He chewed on his lip and hesitated to answer.
"Come on!" Johnnie prodded, "You have one up on me."
Jake rolled his eyes. His eyes darted away, and cheeks grew rosy.
"Fine," he complied, "Let's just say I got nipple piercings for a reason."
Johnnie's face twitched as he resisted the urge to smirk. Jake had always been obsessed with Johhnie's nipples in YouTube videos. Maybe it had been a deflection this entire time.
"Hm, interesting," Johnnie commented and tackled Jake onto his back.
"Johnnie!" Jake yelped, confusion rushing through him.
Johnnie sat on Jake's legs, holding him down. He placed his hands on Jake's chest and raised an eyebrow.
"Who's the bottom now?"
Jake didn't look convinced of Johnnie's role reversal. However, it didn't bother him that Johnnie wanted to take charge.
"Whatcha gonna do?" Jake pressed.
Johnnie swallowed his nerves and contemplated the question. For better or worse, Jake was giving him the power, and he had to take the next step. Unhurriedly, due to anxiety rather than seduction, he dragged his hand down Jake's chest until it brushed against his nipple.
Jake sucked in a breath and understood the game plan. Johnnie didn't know exactly what to do. His ex wasn't into nipple play, so he didn't have experience. He took a deep breath, urging himself to calm down. Jake rarely shut his mouth, so if he did something wrong, he would surely tell him.
His thumb circled around his nipple, poking through his threadbare shirt, and Jake bit his lip, face twisted in pleasure. The fact Jake was so affected, and he wasn't touching his skin, made Johnnie aroused and jealous. When his thumb made direct contact, Jake's entire body tensed beneath him. He played with his nipple bar, gently tugging on it and relishing in Jake's responding groan.
"Jesus, Jake," he breathed.
Jake's pupils were blown out, and his chest was heaving.
"I told you," Jake gasped.
"Ok, that's a little hot."
Jake laughed, but it was strained from Johnnie's tugs. It appeared to be the most pleasurable torture. Johnnie could feel him shaking.
"Can you—" Jake wavered.
"Hm?" Johnnie noticed his trepidation.
"Would you be ok...using your mouth?"
Johnnie's stomach tensed at his request. This was going to be new territory. Obviously, Jake's mouth all over his neck was crossing a line, but this was stripping clothes. Still, they said they would take this one step at a time, and Johnnie couldn't deny his desire to see Jake fall apart.
"Yeah," Johnnie consented.
He shifted until he was between Jake's legs rather than resting on them. His hands crept under his shirt, dragging along his abs. He didn't know feeling another man's six-pack would make his stomach twist.
"Fuck, your hands are cold," Jake complained, "Didn't know I was hooking up with Jack Frost."
"Do you want my mouth on your nipples or not?" Johnnie asked.
Jake paused, "Continue."
Johnnie huffingly laughed and quickly shoved the remaining fabric up to reveal Jake's strong torso. On most occasions, Johnnie was envious of Jake's workout regime and how it paid off. However, at this moment, envy was the last thing on Johnnie's mind.
"Looking good, Webber," Johnnie smirked.
Jake rolled his eyes, "Get on with it."
In revenge, Johnnie slid his hands up Jake's sides, making him twitch. Johnnie snickered and licked between Jake's pecs. He tasted faintly of sweat and Old Spice shower gel. Driven by lust, Johnnie didn't waste time teasing Jake. He firmly licked over Jake's nipple, eliciting a pleased mewl. Johnnie's hand absently played with the other nipple while he took his time sucking and licking Jake's piercing.
"Fuck," Jake whispered, shivering and holding onto the couch.
After Jake's moans became pained, Johnnie switched to the other nipple. Johnnie was flooded with arousal, listening to Jake whimper beneath him. Although he was a bottom, there was nothing hotter than the effect he had on his partners. Eventually, Johnnie, being in between Jake's legs, felt an unmistakable bulge pressing into him. Johnnie had witnessed Jake's flaccid dick more than he would care to admit, but this was a different story. Jake was hard and throbbing, and Johnnie had caused it. He had never felt another man's erection, but it didn't distress him. It just made him incredibly nervous.
"Someone's excited," Johnnie teased, the only words he could muster.
Jake groaned in embarrassment, covering his face. Unfortunately, Johnnie didn't realize that his position was equally compromising. While adjusting, his crotch rubbed against Jake's ass. He didn't know when he got hard, but it was transparent now.
Jake raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Seems like someone has their own problem."
Johnnie flushed, "Shut it."
Now, they were at a standstill. Did Johnnie want to see Jake's dick? Did he want to see Johnnie's? Both were valid questions but made Johnnie sick to think about. Johnnie didn't know if he could allow himself that vulnerability in front of his friend. They had come a long way since kissing.
Jake was in tune with Johnnie's concerns.
"Do you want to go further?"
"I-I," Johnnie stuttered, the directness surprising him, "I don't know."
Jake lay his hand on Johnnie's, "Hey, that's ok. I know this has been a lot."
Suddenly, Johnnie was overcome with appreciation for his friend. Jake had been a trooper through this entire experience and confidently led him. However, it definitely was the blind leading the blind. Jake was probably internally freaking out and masking it to keep Johnnie calm.
"What if we...like...through our boxers?" Johnnie suggested in the most awkward way possible.
Jake smiled affectionately, a small quiver of his lips conveying he was holding back his teasing.
"Help me out?" Jake gestured to his sweatpants, which were obscenely tented.
Johnnie gulped, nerves and arousal heightening the situation. Jake lifted his hips while Johnnie tugged his sweatpants down. Jake kicked them off, and now it was Johnnie's move. He straddled Jake's lap, unwilling to look down at their erections. It was too much.
"Hey," Jake grabbed the back of Johnnie's neck, "Kiss me?"
Johnnie exhaled and nodded. Johnnie's lips graced Jake's, and he sighed at the comfort he felt. They stayed like that for a while, lazily making out, Jake massaging his hair. Eventually, Jake deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth commandingly. He twirled his fingers into Johnnie's hair and roughly tugged, eliciting a pleasured whine from Johnnie.
Flashbacks to the night before were dredged up, the same urgency and desperation. Finally, Johnnie dropped his hips, allowing for the first touch between them. Jake's initial moan vibrated his lips, and he bucked into him. It was unlike any other feeling. Jake's cock nestled against his was overwhelming. He never imagined it to be so arousing.
"Jake," he moaned, unable to help himself.
Jake's hands moved to his ass in response, grinding his hips consistently, "This ok?"
"More," Johnnie groaned.
Once the dam broke, he couldn't stop his movements. Their boxers were thin enough that he could feel the ridge of Jake's cockhead. That should be gross, but it wasn't. It made Johnnie muffle a groan.
Jake sunk his teeth into his neck, not as aggressive as last night, but close. Jake squeezed his ass, controlling his thrusts downwards. It was unexpectedly hot. Jake's scent and body surrounded him.
"You feel good," Jake moaned.
Johnnie whined and felt himself leaking into his boxers. They had only started, but his body hadn't seen action in a long time. Jake's gruff voice spewing dirty words wasn't helping.
"Gonna cum," Johnnie abruptly exclaimed.
Johnnie waited for the laughter and teasing about his stamina from Jake.
Instead, Jake groaned and nipped at his jaw, sending zaps of pleasure to his stomach. Johnnie's forehead fell to the crevice of Jake's neck and carelessly kissed any skin he could find. Their grinding had quickened and grown in intensity, and Johnnie knew Jake was also getting close.
Jake's nails dug into his ass, which hurt, but Johnnie enjoyed it. Jesus, he was a lot freakier than he thought.
"Close," Jake warned his hips stuttering.
It dawned on Johnnie that Jake's growly, hoarse voice was a turn-on. It added to the authoritative position Jake held. Johnnie's hands roamed over Jake's chest, unable to stay still. He avoided his nipples, knowing they were sensitive from their early foreplay.
Johnnie could no longer resist moaning and groaning as he teetered on the edge. He had never felt this much passion when having sex with his ex. Jake kissed like he wanted to consume Johnnie whole. It was dirty, frustrating and incredibly addicting.
"Cum, Johnnie," Jake demanded.
His large hands cupped Johnnie's ass harder, and Johnnie imagined them going under the fabric. Suddenly, he wanted them everywhere .
"Touch me," Johnnie begged, "Touch me, Jake."
He lifted his head and saw Jake's stunned expression clouded by lust.
"Are you—"
"Jake," Johnnie interrupted, so close to his orgasm.
Jake took his expression as consent enough. One of his hands remained on his ass while the other slipped between them. Jake's hand groped Johnnie through his boxers, and he loudly whined. His hand was so strong and warm. It took nothing at all. The friction of the fabric and Jake's hand motion had Johnnie lurching forward and cumming.
"Shit, fuck," Johnnie groaned.
He rutted urgently against Jake's hand, unable to breathe properly. During Johnnie's orgasm, Jake removed his hand, allowing Johnnie to grind against him. Jake, not far from Johnnie, moaned brokenly and seized, lust driven by Johnnie's transparent lust. The next few moments were filled with panting, unwilling to handle the reckless nature of their actions.
"Well..." Jake panted, "Wow."
Despite their tension, Johnnie giggled. His tangled hair was curling with sweat, and he felt the gentle throbbing of his neck.
Johnnie stared into Jake's eyes, cheeks reddened from exertion, "I'm not in love with you."
Jake loudly laughed at Johnnie's emission, "Thanks, dude."
"No, I just mean...I don't have feelings for you. You're just hot," Johnnie clarified, managing to be more offensive.
"So you're just using me for my body?" Jake blankly asked.
Johnnie sputtered, and his eyes widened, "What? No, I would never—"
Jake rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Dude. I'm joking,"
He sat up, uncaring about Johnnie's position on his lap. His eyes traced Johnnie's tattoos as he spoke.
"I don't have feelings for you either. This doesn't have to be romantic. This could be a one-time thing."
Johnnie heard the silent hesitation and hope.
"Or?" Johnnie contested.
Jake softly smiled, "Or we can do whatever the fuck we want."
That happened to be their dynamic. Johnnie never cared for the solidity of labels. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he was ready for another relationship anyway. He wasn't pining after Jake. He didn't want to get married or some shit.
Johnnie mirrored his smile, "Wasn't the alcohol."
"Wasn't the alcohol," Jake repeated, "You just looked like a bad bitch."
Johnnie threw his head back and groaned, "Shut the fuck up, oh my god."
Jake pushed him off his lap, laughing at Johnnie's startled yelp. His boxers hung low on his hips, exposing his V line, and Johnnie felt his dick twitch. How had he never noticed how hot Jake was? This couldn't be a new development.
"Have fun explaining those hickeys," Jake grinned, adjusting his shirt.
Johnnie scowled and threw Jake's sweatpants at him, "Yeah, fuck you for that."
Jake swerved and laughed at Johnnie's vexed expression.
"Hey, I'll leave them lower next time," Jake winked and finger-gunned.
Although ridiculous, Johnnie blushed at Jake's promising words. He thought after years of friendship he would be accustomed to Jake's flirting. This new element to their relationship would create a lot of trouble for him.