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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Fosters_(TV_2013)
  Relationship:
      Jesus_Foster/Connor_Stevens
  Character:
      Jesus_Foster, Connor_Stevens, Jude_Jacob
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Kissing, Love, Making_Love, saying_goodbye, caressing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-14 Words: 2869
****** A Triumphant Return and A Heartbreaking Goodbye ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Jesus returns home, only to find out that Connor is getting ready to
     leave. This is how they spend their last night together.
Jesus couldn't believe it. The day he returns in the day that Connor leaves.
He'd always been cursed with bad luck, and he was convinced that it came from
his father, Gabriel, whose nonexistent presence in his life always seemed to
cause some sort of ruckus.
 
Now, standing outside Connor's house, his hands shoved deep in his pockets and
his thoughts all over the place, he could only imagine what would become of the
two of them. Of course, they weren't in a relationship. They never had been.
Connor was always with Jesus' little brother, Jude. But that didn't stop them
from groping and caressing each other in the family bathroom every chance that
they got. That was until they falling out, when Jude found them together, their
tongues practically down one another's throats, Connor's hand in the front of
Jesus' pants. After that, nothing was the same.
 
Jude stopped talking to him, and Connor did as well. They started spending more
time together, and Connor gave his all to Jude, he put everything that he had
into their relationship, and treated Jesus as if he didn't exist. Jesus was
torn apart, he could barely function much less express his emotions. He became
what he knew best: a player. He went through numerous girls, all of them
falling madly in love with him, only for him to drop them. After a while, he
grew bored with this. Connor was increasingly coming to the house more and
more, and the sight of him just tore Jesus apart. He needed a break. A way out.
 
Then, he was offered the scholarship. He took it, of course, to get away from
Connor. He was able to forget about the boy for a while during his stay, but
after what happened, he had to leave.
 
When he returned home, he wanted to see Connor again. No matter if he was
really with Jude now, on a level that the two of them could never reach. But he
heard from Jude himself that Connor was leaving, and his heart sank to his
stomach.
 
He reached up and tentatively rang the doorbell. He had waited across the
street in the shadows for over an hour, waiting on Connor's father to leave.
When he finally did, Jesus practically ran across the street and to the front
porch. A few minutes later, Connor pulls the door open. His hair was a little
longer, and he was much more muscular than Jesus remembered, but of course both
of them knew that Jesus could dominate him like no other.
 
"Hey." Jesus was the first to speak, offering his boyishly charming smile as
Connor just stared at him in disbelief. "Are you going to say something?" Jesus
chuckles nervously.
 
Connor stammers, "Y-Y-You're back."
 
It was more like a statement than a question, but Jesus answers it anyway.
"Yeah. I just got back today."
 
"Why?" Connor asks, and Jesus' smile fades.
 
"What do you mean why?" Jesus asks. "I came home, that's all that matters."
 
"That school was the best thing that happened to you, Jesus. Why would you just
give up like that? Or wait, you were probably kicked out." Connor replies, and
Jesus tries to pretend like there isn't a hint of menace in his voice, but it's
pretty evident.
 
"You're wrong." Jesus replies. "About two things."
 
Connor crosses his arms across his chest, waiting on him to continue.
 
"One: I wasn't kicked out of the school." Jesus says. "Two: That school was not
the best that happened to me." Jesus says. "You are."
 
It seems like a giant weight has been lighten off of his chest, and finally
Jesus can breathe again. Connor, on the other hand, well, it seems like the
wind has been knocked out of him. He can't believe his ears, all his knows is
that Jesus has just professed something serious, something that he never
thought he would hear the older boy say.
 
"Please, say something." Jesus says, his voice quavering from his nerves.
 
But Connor doesn't say anything, he just reaches forward and grabs Jesus' hand,
pulling him inside and into him. Their bodies and lips collide at the same
moment, and Jesus kicks the door closed as they make their way to the stairs,
never once breaking the kiss.
 
Jesus pushes Connor against the wall before they make it the foot of the
stairs, their lips locked in a passion kiss, their hands roaming each other's
bodies. They have both missed the feel of each other more than they'd like to
admit. It's been months, plenty of months, and their emotions and hormones are
pent up, ready to spew out.
 
Jesus licks Connor's bottom lip, begging for entrance, and Connor happily
invites him in. Jesus explores the cavern of Connor's mouth, a place he knows
so well. Connor's hand grab the hem of Jesus' gray t-shirt, and they pull apart
long enough to discard the article of clothing on to the floor before they
magnetic attraction between the two of them pulls them back together.
 
Connor feels the newly exposed skin, the muscles that have only gotten bigger
and more toned since the last time they had a rendezvous. He missed it so much.
He wants it so bad, and Jesus is more than willing to give it to him.
 
Connor kisses across Jesus' defined jaw as Jesus makes work of pulling down
Connor's sweatpants. They pool around the boy's ankles, and he haphazardly
kicks them to the side. Jesus grips the milky thighs and lifts, Connor wraps
his bare legs around the boy's waist, and Jesus grinds their groins together.
 
Connor moans, detaching his lips from his lover's jaw, leaving behind the
beginning of a purplish bruise. Jesus bites the boy's neck, getting a tightened
grip on his shoulder and a tug of the hair on the back of his neck in response.
Both of this bodies are lit on fire as the kissing, biting, sucking, and
licking continues. They need each other. They need each other now.
 
"Do you wanna?" Jesus asks breathlessly between kisses on Connor's neck.
 
Connor nods, then realizes that Jesus can't see him, so he replies. "Yes. So
bad." Connor feels a smirk on his neck, and Jesus starts towards the stairs,
carrying Connor with him.
 
When they stumble into Connor's bedroom, which is mostly packed up, Jesus sits
him on the empty dresser. They pull apart and stare at one another for a
moment, and it's in this pause that Connor decides to say:
 
"I'm going to live with my mom in LA." He tenses, waiting for Jesus to spit in
his face and storm out. He doesn't, instead he just solemnly nods.
 
"I know, baby." Jesus huskily whispers, and Connor's heart flutters at the pet
name. He hasn't heard it ever from Jesus, from Jude a few times, but never
Jesus. "Why?"
 
"It's a long story, but I need this." Connor says, wrapping his arms around
Jesus neck. "One last time."
 
Jesus nods, because quite frankly, he needs it too. He kisses Connor again,
slow and deep. It takes both of their breaths away, but the urgency of the
situation arises again, and the kiss becomes heated. They have to hurry, it's
only a matter of time before Connor's father returns.
 
They pull apart so that Connor can peel his shirt off and Jesus can take off
his shoes and jeans, and then they're both only in their underwear, their
erections prominent. They kiss again, and Jesus lifts Connor up, moving until
his legs hit the bed, and they fall down together.
 
The grinding starts, and they moan into each other's mouths. Connor's hands tug
at Jesus' hair, and Jesus's hands roam up and down Connor's thighs, kneading
them, slowly sliding his hands around to clutch the globes of Connor's ass. He
pulls away from him so he can slide the boxers down the boy's legs. Connor's
erection springs free, slapping against his stomach. When they first started
having sex, Connor was afraid of many things. He was insecure about his size,
which is much smaller than Jesus, but when Jesus wrapped his lips around his
appendage the first time, he lost all of those insecurities. He was also afraid
of penetration, which Jesus slowly worked him up to, and the first time he felt
Jesus inside of him, no matter how painful it felt, the experience itself was
amazing. Each time it felt better and better, and now Jesus' dick was like
heroin to him.
 
Jesus wraps his hand around Connor's dick, stroking him, using the ample amount
of precum as a sort of lubricant. Connor moans, tugging harder at Jesus' hair,
which only turned Jesus on even more. With each pain causing tug, Jesus' cock
leaked even more, causing a large stain to spread on the front of his black
boxer briefs.
 
"Hurry, Jesus." Connor says between kisses. "I need this."
 
Jesus pulls away from Connor, tugging his bottom lip as he departs. He kisses
down Connor's chest, nibbling on each of his hard nipples and swirling his
tongue around inside the boy's naval, which drove Connor crazy. Jesus continues
to kiss down, until he reaches the small patch of sandy brown pubic hair. He
takes Connor's dick into his hand and strokes it a few times, then takes the
head into his mouth, suckling lightly. Connor runs a hand through his own hair
and moans as Jesus takes him all the way into his mouth, sucking hard, bobbing
his head up and down quickly.
 
"Fuck-" Connor moans, biting on to his bottom lip hard. Jesus loves the salty
taste of the precum on his tongue. Connor thrusts up into his mouth, losing all
control as the pleasure takes over his entire body. He can't even get out the
words to warn Jesus of his impending orgasm before it's too late, he cums, his
seed flowing into Jesus' mouth, some of it dribbling out and running back down
his shaft.
 
Jesus pulls off with a 'pop' and swallows the cum down, smiling up at Connor.
he lifts Connor's legs up, hooking them over his shoulder and sucking each of
Connor's balls into his mouth. He kisses down the skin between his balls and
hole, until his lips are met with the perfect rosebud nuzzled between Connor's
pale cheeks. He licks across it with the flat of his tongue, and Connor
shudders from the pleasure, his hole quivering involuntarily.
 
Jesus works his tongue inside, savoring the taste that he will never forget. He
reaches up and rubs Connor's abdomen and he fucks him with his tongue, and then
runs his hand down and tugs on the pubic hair before grabbing the semi-hard
dick and stroking it back to life. Connor moans, his hands finding their way to
Jesus's hair, shoving Jesus's tongue deeper within him and mewling. It's the
sexiest thing that Jesus has ever heard.
 
Jesus pulls away, spitting on the hole for good measure. He kisses back up to
Connor's mouth, Connor's tongue slithers into Jesus' mouth, tasting himself.
 
They both work to push Jesus' boxers down, as if they can't get it done fast
enough. Jesus reaches up, opening the bedside table drawer and pulling out a
tube of lube. He sees that Connor hadn't packed that just yet. Maybe he never
would. Maybe he didn't plan on having sex with anyone while he was there. He
was saving himself for Jesus, and well, maybe Jude.
 
Jesus slicks two fingers up and plunges them inside of Connor, who's tightness
never ceases to amaze him. Connor would never admit that he fingered himself on
a daily basis, mostly to the thought of Jesus. He didn't want this preparation,
but he let Jesus have his way. He always did.
 
When Jesus adds a third and fourth finger at the same time, Connor reaches up
and grabs his biceps, squeezing tightly.
 
"Come on, Jesus." Connor breathes, asking Jesus to speed up for the second time
that night.
 
Jesus nods, pulling his fingers free and slicking his length. Connor was
vaguely aware that he didn't put on a condom, but he couldn't bring himself to
care. He wanted to feel Jesus, wanted Jesus to feel him. He wanted Jesus to
breed him. Tonight.
 
Jesus pushes Connor's legs up, bending them. He lines the blunt head of his
cock up with Connor's entrance and leans down. He stares into Connor's eyes for
a moment, and they bask in each other's presence for a few minutes. The
connection between them is undeniable, and the tenderness between their stares
makes both of their hearts speed up.
 
But the moment ends quickly, and Jesus reaches down, grabbing his dick and
watching Connor's expression as he pushes inside of him. The head pops in, and
the rest follows in, inch by inch. Connor's mouth and eyes are blown wide in a
silent gasp as Jesus bottoms out, and all of their issues and problems are
forgotten.
 
Jesus stays still for a moment, just watching Connor as he adjusts. Connor
isn't just cute, he's beautiful. Jesus hasn't noticed it until now. He mentally
chastises himself, but he starts to thrusts, slow and deep at first. Connor
enjoys it, feeling the drag of Jesus' bare dick inside of him. It's heaven, for
the both of them.
 
Connor scratches down Jesus' back with his blunt nails as Jesus picks up the
pace and the force of his thrusts. Connor moans as Jesus grunts above him.
Connor looks at him, Jesus' eyes are half-lidded and his pick and kiss-swollen
lips are parted. Connor licks across them.
 
Jesus stops for a moment, readjusting so that one of Connor's legs are pushed
up and the other is around his waist, he starts to thrusts again, searching for
that one spot deep within Connor that he knows will cause the boy to see stars.
 
He finds it.
 
Connor digs his nails into Jesus' skin, leaving crescent shapes behind. Jesus
smirks, beads of sweat running down his forehead as he makes it his mission to
strike that one spot over and over again. He succeeds. Connor moans loudly and
full out now, the moans echoing around the room and down the hall. Jesus
growls, ramping up his speed and brutality, slamming into Connor's prostate
over and over and over again.
 
Connor's vision starts to fade out as he feels his orgasm approach. He squirms
involuntarily from pleasure overload. Jesus' grip on his thigh tightens,
signaling that he's close to release as well. With a few more strikes to his
prostate, Connor comes undone untouched, covering his own chest and stomach.
 
Jesus thrusts faster, pounding into Connor with reckless abandon, chasing after
his own orgasm. He reaches it, rutting against Connor as he fills him with his
cum. Jesus throws his head back and moans. Connor's vision starts to come back
as he Jesus collapses on top of him, softening out of him and a pool of his cum
following after.
 
They lay in an embrace for a while, their brains clouded by post-orgasmic
bliss. However, reality comes crashing back down on them all too soon.
 
"You're leaving." Jesus says, his head laying on Connor's bare chest, his cheek
pasted to the boy's skin by Connor's dried cum. "I'm never going to see you
again."
 
Connor sighs, drawing circles on Jesus' muscular back with his finger. "I know.
I wish I could take it all back."
 
"Then why don't you?" Jesus asks, a tiny bit of hope filling him. "You can stay
here. With me." Less enthusiastically he adds: "With Jude."
 
"It's too late, Jesus." Connor says. "I'm sorry."
 
"But I love you." Jesus whispers, and he doesn't know where it came from, he
just knows that he sad it. He feels like he means it, but he's not sure. He
knows he feels something much stronger than attraction and lust.
 
Connor's heart stops and his stomach swoops from those four words.
 
"Jesus..." Connor starts, but he can't find the words to say.
 
"You don't have to say anything." Jesus says, looking up at him.
 
"I need to." Connor sighs. "I can't love you, Jesus. I love Jude."
 
Jesus feels his heart break. "Then why are we doing this?"
 
"You didn't let me finish." Connor says. "Just because I can't love you,
doesn't mean that I don't. I do love, Jesus. Hell, I love you a lot, but you
and I we can never be."
 
Jesus nods, standing up and grabbing his underwear, pulling them back on.
 
Connor sighs. "Jesus, come on."
 
Jesus ignores him, pulling on his jeans and putting his shoes back on. "I
understand, Connor. I do, but I'm glad you're leaving. I won't have to feel
this pain every time I look at you with Jude. I hope you find happiness,
Connor, but this was the last time."
 
With that, Jesus walks out, grabbing his shirt on his way out of the door and
putting it back on. He walks out into the darkness, his hands shoved in his
pockets and his head hanging low. He does hope that Connor can find happiness,
but he knows that he himself will never be able to.
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