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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Relationship:
      OMC/OMC, Connor/John
  Character:
      Connor, John
  Additional Tags:
      Falling_In_Love, Love, Young_Love, Teens, blowjob, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-10 Words: 986
****** Completing a Truth ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Connor and John always hung out a bit before having sex -- it was a
     type of foreplay for them. But today, something had happened and John
     wasn't quite sure what.
Connor and John always hung out a bit before having sex -- it was a type of
foreplay for them. But today, something had happened, and John wasn't quite
sure what. But as soon as Connor opened the door, he had grabbed John into the
house and dragged him up the stairs. They stumbled a few times because Connor
had locked his mouth onto John's. Eventually they made it to Connor's room and
Connor immediately started fiddling with John's belt while shifting his mouth's
attention to John's nape. John gasped at the sudden volts of electricity as
Connor moved his way down John's torso.
"Con--Connor. What." Gasp. "Are." Deep breath. "You doing?"
"Completing a truth." He reached John's pants.
"What?" Off with both pants and boxers.
"I said I would eat you. Abby asked which part. Do you remember what my answer
was?" Connor asked in a low, slightly crackly voice.
John let out an obscene moan as Connor took all of John in his mouth. Connor
laughed, sending vibrations through both of them. Connor moved back and forth,
sucking like his life depended on it. John saw stars, would've fallen if he
wasn't pressed against a wall. He struggled to breathe and managed to utter
only one word one time through the entire thing: Fuck. That one word had only
made Connor blow harder, if that were possible, because John never cursed.
Ever. Connor liked having proof that he undid John to the very core. John only
lasted about two minutes and he came harder than he had in....well, a while,
okay. It felt as though John had been sucked dry. As if Connor had swallowed
everything in him. The taller boy came back up and stared at John, a certain
buzz behind his dilated eyes. If John hadn't just received the most spectacular
blowjob on the face of the earth, he would've gone hard again. Connor moved in
to kiss John, but John backed away, his orgasm having cleared his head so he
could get an idea. Connor cocked his head questioningly. John pressed his hands
to Connor's chest and pushed him gently backwards onto the bed. John climbed on
top of Connor, straddling him, looking down at him, pink spread across his pale
cheeks, chest rapidly rising up and down, pupils shot wide. John smiled at the
gorgeous sight, bent down, and kissed Connor on the lips. John's kisses were
gentler than Connor's ever were. John flattened himself on top of Connor and
ground his hips into Connor's and Connor's eyes shot open and he groaned. John
laughed.
"Am I making your floppy disk a hard drive," he whispered, thinking back to the
first time Connor had ever hit on him.
Connor, too far gone to even acknowledge the fact that John had just used the
most ridiculous of pick up lines, just breathed back,
"As soon as you walked in the door."
John bit back a very pleased smile at that and just ground harder. Compliments
from Connor were rare and never said in front of other people. They were little
treasures, kept to himself.
They kept on grinding until they both were close, too close and red all over.
John moved his hands down to Connor's pants and tugged on them, then rolled
over the other side of the bed. Once Connor was properly defrocked, he worked
on pulling off John's pullover.
"Did you know that you wear way too many clothes?" Connor queried into John's
ear.
"You might have mentioned it once or twice," John whispered back with a nip to
the ear.
Once they were both totally, finally naked, they kneeled on the bed facing each
other, Connor's cold flesh against John's ever warm skin, Connor's gray-blue
eyes wide, staring into John's brown ones. For a long minute, they were silent,
just looking at each other. John ran his hands all over Connor's body, focusing
on nothing and everything, running his fingers through the slightly disheveled,
dirty blond hair with streaks of platinum from all the time Connor spent in the
pool. John fit his fingers into the fading bruises on Connor's hips, his hands
slid down Connor's back. Connor's hips moved forward ever so slightly when John
reached the small of his back. John traced the outline of Connor's buttocks
with his fingers, paying close attention to where they met the thighs. Connor's
breath quivered and John moved his fingers slowly inward. Connor moaned and
pressed his forehead against John's shoulder. He shuddered at the sensation of
John's fingers entering him (when the hell did he have time to wet them),
adding in more fingers as Connor loosened. John twisted his fingers upward and
brushed against Connor's prostate, making Connor shudder. John pushed Connor
flat on top of the bed with his legs spread apart. He pulled his fingers out of
Connor and kissed him and he pushed in. He could feel Connor trembling beneath
him. He couldn't tell whether it was from pain or pleasure until Connor let out
a high pitched moan. John would've laughed -- if he had been capable of such a
thing at the moment. As John increased the intensity, he felt his hand being
guided to Connor's cock, and eventually the two rhythms match. Connor goes
first -- simply because he needs to be first in absolutely everything -- but
John is a close second.
After that, they're simply a jumble of jelly and limbs sprawled across the bed.
John just lied there, letting the peace slide over him. He was just drifting
into sleep when he felt Connor nuzzle himself into the back of John's shoulder
and murmur, "I love you." And then he slipped into dreamland. When he woke up,
Connor had switched to sleeping on his stomach with an arm strewn across John,
who was lying on his back. John looked at Connor, peaceful, young, sleeping and
smiled. "Love you too."
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