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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Gerard_Way/Frank_Iero
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Gay, Slash, Male_Slash,
      Alternate_Universe, Frerard
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-20 Words: 1151
****** my best friends brother ******
by Dark_Angel1976, orphan_account
Summary
     Frank realizes he wants Mikeys older brother.
Notes
     Gerard Way and Frank Iero are not mine belong to themselves. Fiction
     made up not real.
I had been going to Mikey's house for years and we were very close. I had seen
his brother hundreds of time I just never really paid him any attention. I was
spending the night at his house for the millionth time and he was like go
get,'Lost Boys' from gee and let's watch it.
Sure, I said and headed down the basement stairs but half way down I heard Gee
moaning. Was someone with him down there. I crept slowly down the stairs to
find that his door wasn't closed. He was sprawled in the middle of his bed
watching a porn and he had his dick in his hand. I just froze. I stood there
mouth hanging up, staring at Mikey's older brother. Don't just stand there
staring come in or leave, he said.
I stepped in to the room my cheeks flaming red. I couldn't help but stare at
Gerard. He had changed so much over the last couple of years. His hair had
grown long and he'd dyed it black. He had lost a lot of weight and had a sexy
body now. He was very pale and always wearing pants that were too tight. He
didn't even seem to care that I was there.
Well are you just going to stand there gawking or tell me you want, he said
sounding frustrated.
I stood there for minute before my mouth moved but was still unable to speak.
Gerard rolled his eyes. For fucks sake, Frank, what did you come down here for?
To suck you off, I blurted out. I didn't even give him a chance to answer, I
had turned and fled the room.
I ran all the way back to Mikey's room. Well, he said rolling his eyes.
He couldn't find it, I said dumbly.
He can never find anything in his room, Mikey bitched.
I just couldn't get the image of Gerard out of my head. I didn't think after
blurting out that I wanted to blow him that I could ever look him in the face
again. I hadn't meant to say it, it had just came out.
I avoided Gerard pretty well, for a while. I was spending the night again at
Mikey's but my mom had dropped me off early and when I got there no one was
home but, Gerard. I was horrified to realize I would be there alone with him.
Come in Frank, he said opening the door.
I didn't even look at him, I couldn't, I was to embarrassed to. As soon as the
front door was shut, he shoved me up against it.
Did you like what you saw he teased nipping my ear.
I think I like you, actually, I squeaked. He swiped his hot tongue up the side
of my neck.
Nipping at my ear he says, so you want to blow me, do you?
I dont answer him. I don't think I even breathe. He reaches down to caress my
crotch through my jeans. Maybe you want me to blow you, he says. I dont get to
answer because he's sliding to his knees in front of me. Do you want me to blow
you? He asks.
Yes, yes, I do. I plead with him. He undoes my pants tugging them off my hips.
He caresses my cock rubbing it on his lips. He then slides his mouth down my
length. I whimper and my legs begin to tremble. He does something with his
tongue and I cry out, wrapping my hands in his hair. He bobs his head moving up
and down my shaft. I can't help myself as my hips start thrusting out on their
own accord. He just lets me fuck his mouth until I explode and I fill his mouth
with my cum. He swallows most of it, wiping the rest off of his chin.
He stands up, kissing my lips softly. Frank, when you are ready to blow me, you
know where to find me. With that he turns and walks away.
I think about my encounter with Gerard for a long time. I even find myself
jacking off to it. The following weekend I am at Mikey's house and we're
watching tv. Mikey has fallen asleep, so I get up making my way down the
stairs. My hands are trembling as I knock lightly on Gerard's door.
Come in, he called. I pushed the door open stepping into the his room. Is there
something you need, Frank? He says quietly. I walk straight over to the bed and
crawl into his lap. Yes, Gerard, I need you. I tell him and kiss him hard.
When I break the kiss it is mostly because he needs air, Gerard laughs softly.
I guess you're ready then, he says.
I push him onto his back and crawl in between his legs. Does this answer your
question? I say rubbing his crotch.
I think it does, Frankie.
I make quick work of his pj's, leaving him naked and hard in front of me. I
reach out caressing it with my hand. It's so big, I say.
He chuckles and says, well, if it is too much for you.
No, I say, it's nice. I lean down lapping at the precum on the head. He lets me
move at my pace as I stretch my mouth around his swollen member, sliding down
until I can't take it anymore.
He strokes my hair and whispers, breathe through your nose.
I do as he says and I bob my head up and down. I have never done this before
and I am doing the best that I can.
Shit, Frank, baby, that's good, Gerard tells me. He doesn't thrust his hips
like I had or touch my head to try and push me down. He lets me set my own
pace. I finally find my rhythm as I work him in and out of my mouth.
He reaches down and gently touches my shoulder. Frankie, baby, I'm going to
cum.
I dont care, I don't pull off and I just take his load into my mouth. When I am
done he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. Gerard, I have to tell you
something, I mumble.
It's ok, Frankie, I know you are in love with me.
My eyes jerk straight to his. How did you-, he stops me.
Frank, I think I knew before you did. I have also thought about it for awhile.
If you want to be with me I am ok with that.
I stare at him for long moment. Yes, Gerard, I'd like that very much.
Frank, you're my brother's best friend, you are only seventeen and I am twenty-
one.
I know, Gee, I won't tell anyone.
He looks at me, thoughtful for a moment, alright then he says and he kisees me
again.
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ld feel a
tingle in his cock. Between himself and Stiles, he was always the one with
better judgement, even though he usually did whatever Stiles wanted anyway. But
right now, all those morals and reasoning and good sense of character had
started to evaporate and before Scott knew it, his legs were guiding him
outside of Stiles' room. He heard the door slam in the front, and he double-
checked to see that Derek was already gone. He didn't know what was his main
goal was, he was sort of making everything up as he went along, but eventually,
his feet led him to the front of Derek's bedroom.
In his head, his better self, the little Scott-faced angel on his shoulder, was
screaming for him to stop and go back and be a good boy. But the little Stiles-
faced devil on the other shoulder was encouraging him to turn the knob. He
reasoned that if Derek's bedroom was locked, then he could just simply go back
to Stiles' room and watch Die Hard 2. Simple as that.
Except that Derek's door was not locked and the cackling of devil Stiles was
now drowning out the pleas of angel Scott as big Scott's heart raced even
faster as he pushed the door and let it open all the way.
Derek's room was what you'd expect from a typical teenager. Posters all over
the wall; bands he's never heard of or sports cover models in skimpy clothing;
a pretty sick-looking electric guitar by the closet door, dirty clothes strewn
all over the floor, the faint aroma of sweat and body spray that was filling
the room with a heady scent that made Scott dizzy. Suddenly, he was taking two
steps forward and his body officially had a mind of its own.
Scott stared in awe because this was where Derek slept, hung out with friends,
and very likely jerked off in. The last thought sent a jolt that went straight
downwards and Scott began palming his dick through his sleep pants that he
hadn't bothered to change out of. He wasn't even sure what his goal here was.
Maybe to just look around and see what goes on in Derek's space. Or maybe he
had more lascivious plans in the fold.
With a prominent gulp, Scott tiptoed over to a dresser and began pulling open a
few of them. A bunch of basketball tees and a sock drawer. No hidden porn
stash, so he figured Derek must be looking it up on his computer like any
normal teenager in the 21st century. He wasn't going to bother with Derek's
laptop because it might have a passcode and he didn't want to accidentally do
an update or whatever. So he settled on looking through his dresser and it was
so incredibly invasive of Scott.
This is not what Scott McCall does. Scott McCall said "please" and "thank you"
and he was polite and very respectful. But today, he abandoned all of that
because his dick won out over his logic. He pulled the top right drawer open
and then his heart stopped because he had found Derek's underwear drawer. This
was so wrong, but he couldn't stop himself.
With shaky fingers, he picked up a pair of tight, black boxer-briefs. Scott was
practically leaking at the thought of seeing Derek in these. How meaty his
thighs would look, stretching the seam of the boxer legs, the V-line that would
disappear into the waistband, the way the cloth would hug against Derek's butt.
Scott let out a moan, because Derek's butt was one of his favorite things about
Derek, on top of being super cool and being so awesome at basketball, of
course. Derek's butt was so round and big and Scott would give anything to just
squeeze it.
Before he even realized it, he was hugging the boxers up against his face,
inhaling the fresh detergent smell. It didn't matter to him that these were a
clean pair. The bottom line was that Derek had worn these previously, his ass
and his dick had touched this offending material. And Scott was now holding it
against his nose and sniffing it.
He had walked over to the lazily made bed and flopped down on his back, making
sure to turn his head and take a deep whiff of the pillow. It smelled so good.
The salty scent of Derek's sweat combined with his Armani cologne. It made
Scott's senses run wild. He returned Derek's briefs to his face and began to
sniff both the underwear and the pillow at the same time.
The smell had blurred Scott's head and all he saw was Derek in his underwear,
feeling himself up, goading Scott to get on his knees and whip out his dick and
just fucking worship him.
Scott snaked his hand down his sleep pants and began pulling lazily at his
cock, which was already wet from pre-cum and took another deep sniff.
Derek's bright green eyes were smoldering intensely at him. His pink tongue
poked out just a tad to wet his lips. Everything about this fantasy had Scott
so gone. He was breathing so fast, moaning, whining almost, and he felt like he
was ready to come.
"What the fuck are you doing?" came an angry voice that had Scott jumping out
of his skin.
Instinctively, Scott tossed Derek's boxers away and huddled away until his back
was against the headboard and his terrified eyes were staring up at the red,
angry face of Derek Hale.
Scott McCall fucked up big time.
Derek snatched up the boxers from the floor, looking absolutely disgusted.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing in my room with my underwear, you
fucking little perv?"
Scott couldn't even answer him, his tongue was paralyzed with fear and he was
frozen like a deer in headlights.
"I-I-I-I..." was all he could get out.
"Get the fuck out!" He pointed at the doorway. "NOW!"
Scott jumped from his spot on Derek's bed and took off without even looking
Derek in the eye. He made a beeline for Stiles' room and shut the door and
belly-flopped onto Stiles' bed, heart beating like a rabbit's and breath
labored like he was having a simultaneous asthma and panic attack. He was sure
Derek was going to come into Stiles' room, any second now, and beat the ever
living shit out of him.
Thankfully, Derek never came and Scott's boner was now completely gone,
practically shrinking into his body. He was so stupid. He couldn't believe he
did that. He just couldn't believe he did that.
===============================================================================
The most unsettling thing about the rest of the day was that Derek never spoke
to him or even snitched him out to the sheriff or Talia or even Stiles about
what had happened. Even at dinner when the Hale-Stilinski family were at the
table, talking animatedly with one another, Derek was still his usual broody
self, stuffing his face with his shrimp fried rice and only responding with a
bored grunt every time anyone acknowledged him. Scott, himself, could barely
even speak. Not with Derek sitting just across from him at the table and acting
like nothing had happened.
The lack of acknowledgement was probably worse than Derek spilling the beans to
everyone. He would've rather dealt with the humiliation and reprimand
immediately. At the very least, Derek could punch him in the stomach in
private, and then tell him what a gross freak he was. But no, there was nothing
and it was making him paranoid. It was almost like at any given moment, Derek
was going to snap and beat him into a bloody pulp. Or maybe his mother was
going to burst into the house, crying her eyes out after receiving a phone call
from Talia about what Scott did after Derek finally told her. It was driving
him crazy not knowing what Derek was going to do. He couldn't even concentrate
on the movie Stiles was forcing him to watch, and Stiles was going to be pissed
when he realizes that Scott didn't pay attention at all to Star Wars.
It wasn't until later into the night when it was almost time for them to get to
bed that Scott sat up and fished his toothbrush out of his bag, telling Stiles
he was off to the bathroom. Scott's anxiety had finally began to settle down at
some point. That is, until he opened the door to the bathroom and things got
tremendously worse for him.
Derek was standing in front of the mirror, in mid-shave, raising a curious
eyebrow at his intruder, and in nothing but a white, cotton towel that was
hanging low on his hips. His hair was still a little damp from the shower he
had just taken and the air was a little thick with steam, almost suffocating
Scott, who was already choking on his tongue.
"Uh, um, uh, s-s-sorry," Scott babbled as he spun in a circle, unsure of where
the exit was even though he barely had one foot in the door. "I'm sorry," he
squeaked in panic as he tried to make a run for Stiles' room. There was no
telling when the humiliation would end, but he probably deserved what was
coming to him.
"Did you need something?" He heard Derek say and it made him freeze on the
spot. Against his better judgement, he shut his eyes and turned back to the
door.
"I-I just need to..." His voice was real low, prompt to Derek to tell him,
"What was that?"
He squeaked. "I-I need to brush my teeth."
Derek looked back at the mirror and resumed shaving, jerking his head slightly
to his side. "I'm not using this one."
It was a his and her bathroom. The Hale-Stillinskis had two of them, upstairs
and downstairs. So there was definitely room for Scott to brush his teeth while
Derek shaved. Scott stood in place, still wondering if this was some kind of
challenge, if Derek was daring him to try and step into the bathroom as if he
didn't just catch Scott totally debauching himself on his bed with a pair of
Derek's underwear over his face. He wasn't sure what Derek's game was, but he
was too scared to run away, if that even made sense.
He shuffled into the bathroom as quickly as he could and took his place next to
Derek by the sink. Derek didn't look at him, and instead, he was too busy
concentrating on his shave. So, Scott began to brush his teeth. There was a
horrible awkward silence between them, with nothing but the sounds of Derek's
blade scratching against his face and Scott's toothbrush scraping furiously
against his teeth. Scott finished his brushing in record time and he spat out
into sink and washed it out with water and he was ready to bolt out of there
when he made the mistake of looking up into the mirror.
With the way Derek was positioned, his whole body was out on display. The manly
curve of Derek's bicep, which had more muscle in it than in Scott's entire
body; the patch of hair on Derek's chest and the hard pecs and nipples; his
tight abs that showed a little trail of hair leading downward under the towel,
leaving Scott to want more. And he got lost in his thoughts that he couldn't
even be less subtle about his ogling.
"Are you staring at me?" Derek exclaimed.
Scott jumped, squeaked like a little mouse about to be eaten by the grumpy cat,
and he immediately started begging. "I'm so sorry. Please! I didn't mean it!
I'm sorry!"
He made a run for the door, but Derek was too fast for him. All he had to do
was stick his strong arm out and Scott was stopped dead in his tracks. With
quick movement, Derek shut the door and pinned Scott against it before locking
it. He put a hand up against Scott's mouth to shut him up. His palm was so big,
it practically covered half his face. And Scott's heart was racing wildly at
this point. He knew he was dead meat.
Derek snorted. "I can't believe you still have the balls to check me out after
what I caught you doing."
Scott's whimpers were barely audible under Derek's strong hands, but inside his
mind, he was praying that his beatdown wouldn't be so severe. He hoped that
Derek would at least make sure he wouldn't be paralyzed for the rest of his
life.
He half expected the beating to start any second, but Derek was just staring
him point blank in the eyes with an unreadable expression. He knew he was
shivering, that legs turned to jelly and that the only thing keeping him from
falling into a puddle of himself was Derek's forearm pinning him against the
door. Maybe if he was lucky, Stiles or one of the adults would knock on the
door because of all the commotion. But alas, there was no hope for him now.
Scott heard Derek chuckle and his eyes only widened at what he had in store for
him. And suddenly, Derek lifted his palm down and Scott started gasping for
air. He flinched when he felt Derek's hand come back up again and was placed on
his cheek. It was surprisingly gentle for how angry Derek was, but then Derek
began stroking his thumb over the bottom of Scott's lips and now Scott was more
confused than ever.
Scott was even more confused when he saw Derek's eyes trail down to his mouth,
looking at them contemplatively in rhythm with soft stroke of his thumb.
"This what you want?" Derek whispered, his voice rough and low in a way that
made Scott's stomach coil.
And before he knew it, Derek was smashing his lips against Scott's and he
thought he might have had a seizure and was hallucinating this.
Only it wasn't a hallucination. This was real, Derek Hale, the hottest and most
popular guy at their high school, was kissing Scott McCall, a dorky little
freshman who was nothing more than that Stilinski kid's hanger-on. He was so
dumbstruck by what was happening, he was barely even responding to Derek's
kiss.
So much so that Derek had to pull back and whisper to him, "Open your mouth."
His breath smelled like mint, freshly clean. And Derek's after shave began to
fill Scott's nostril, intoxicating him.
"Open it," he commanded and Scott did what he was told. Derek Hale exuberated
power. If he gave you an order, you better listen.
Scott let out a soft, surprised moan when he felt Derek invade his mouth with
his hot tongue, swirling it around, licking at the roof of his mouth and trying
to get into every crevice. He had never really kissed anyone before. Suffice it
to say, there weren't exactly a lot of girls (or guys) lining up to plant one
Scott or Stiles. So, Scott had no idea if he was even doing any of this
correctly. He just let Derek take the reins on this one, who seemed to know
what he was doing. Scott wouldn't be surprised if Derek's had lots of practice.
Now there was definitely a line of girls and guys waiting to kiss Derek Hale.
Derek pulled away, finally, but he kept his face pressed against Scott, breaths
short and heavy. "Fuck, I'm so hard," Derek said softly, before pressing
himself against Scott.
Scott's hand brushed up against the thick erection underneath the towel and he
let out a strangled moan. Scott was hard too, painfully so, and Derek looked
incredibly amused by how wrecked Scott was from just a kiss.
"What time is lights out?" Derek asked.
When Scott found the part of his brain that allowed him to speak, he breathed
out in a small voice, "Midnight."
Derek nodded his head understandingly. "Come by my room at 12:15."
There was a loud click and Derek opened the door, practically shoving Scott out
of the bathroom and closing it shut. Scott looked down at his sleep pants that
were tenting outward because of his boner. He couldn't believe that happened.
He absolutely couldn't believe that just happened.
===============================================================================
Midnight had come and Scott was waiting anxiously. Stiles was already passed
out, snoring like a gorilla, so Scott wouldn't have to worry about waking him
up. He looked over at the digital clock to see the red glare of 12:09 AM
staring back at him. He swore it said 12:08 AM about five minutes ago. The
minutes were passing by agonizingly slow, but his heart was still pounding like
a jackhammer in his chest. His erection had not gone down all night, even on
the walk back to Stiles' room. He had to do some adjusting so Stiles wouldn't
notice the stubborn bulge in his sleep pants.
He looked again: 12:11AM.
He thought about maybe just going right now, but what if Derek wasn't ready or
what if he was already asleep and Scott should just cancel the whole thing? His
brain was short-circuiting, unsure if any of this was really happening. That he
was dreaming up these porn-grade scenarios in his head. But that hard cock
behind that cotton towel felt very real and Scott wanted to touch it. He wanted
to look at it, feel the warmth in his hands, and maybe even put in his mouth.
Scott let out a small whimper as he unconsciously began palming his erection,
humping himself at the idea of even getting to touch Derek in such an intimate
way.
The adernaline rush had returned and Scott was now on his feet and tip-toeing
out of Stiles' room. Stiles' parents' bedroom was downstairs, but the house was
silent as the grave. Even just a small creak in his step on the hardwood floor
sounded like a thunder roaring through the house. He padded down the hallway
and found himself in front of Derek's door. He couldn't hear anything and he
was starting to think that maybe Derek was just pulling his leg, making fun of
the puny freshman with a perverted crush on the hot senior, and that he was
already sleep.
Still, he couldn't stop himself from raising his fist and gently tapping on the
door. He had barely made a sound. He sucked in a breath and bravely tapped on
the door again, this time a little more confident.
For a second, Scott thought that Derek might have just been asleep and he was
ready to just turn around and leave until the door suddenly swung open, making
him jump, and he was being pulled into the room.
Derek barely had the door shut before he was pinning Scott against the wall and
planting a hungry kiss against Scott's lips. Scott was caught off guard, but he
soon got a groove, letting Derek take most of the reins and moving his tongue
along with him. The kiss was so filthy and hot compared to the one in the
bathroom. If he could, he would be just content with kissing Derek all night.
But he could feel Derek's dick poking at his hip, and he knew that Derek wasn't
going to be satisfied with just making out. A guy like Derek must be used to
getting sex regularly.
Scott felt like he might hyperventilate at the thought out of losing his
virginity to Derek. It was terrifying but also really exciting.
After a short while, Derek grabbed Scott's wrist and placed it over the thick
bulge in his pajamas.
"Take it out," Derek said. "Take out my cock."
Scott hadn't need to be told twice before he was pulling the front of Derek's
pants down and letting his fat cock spring out for air. Scott let out a
strangled moan at the sight of it. It was exactly the kind of cock that Scott
would expect a guy as hot as Derek would have. Long, thick, veiny, and a pink
head; tufts of nicely trimmed hair at the base and two big balls right under
it. In short, it was the perfect cock for the perfect guy.
"Shit," Scott hissed, "Can I...?"
He didn't even need to finish his sentence before Derek was wrapping his hand
over Scott's and making him stroke himself. Feeling Derek's cock in his hand
was amazing. It was even better than what he'd imagined. Suddenly, he was
becoming very aware of how empty his mouth felt without Derek's dick in it.
He'd never given a blowjob ever. Basically, Derek was going to be Scott's
sexual awakening for just about everything.
Scott was so distracted by his inner thoughts, that he hadn't noticed Derek
tugging at the hem of shirt up, and he skillfully tossed it over their
shoulders before slipping Scott out of his sleep pants.
Derek then pushed Scott to his knees and Scott knew where this was going.
"Think you can handle it?" Derek asked as he tugged his sleep pants all the way
down. Scott felt like he was already choking on his tongue; having Derek's cock
in his mouth, he might actually suffocate to death. But looking up at Derek's
face, which had flushed red with arousal as the senior peeled his wifebeater
over his head and displaying his amazing, naked body to him. He could only
comply to him.
He sucked in a breath and took hold of Derek's dick, tugging on it lazily, even
squeezing it a couple of times to test out its thickness. There was a tangy
scent to Derek's dick that made Scott's mouth water. It was now or never.
He swiped his tongue over the tip for a test lick. The response he got from
Derek, a pleasured hiss through gritted teeth, made Scott's dick pulsate in his
boxers, making him wet. The taste was salty, kind of odd in a way, but Scott
didn't hate it. He licked the tip of Derek's cock again, longer this time. And
that was definitely pre-cum that was stringing along between his lips and
Derek's pisslit. It was a sight to behold. When he was satisfied with his work,
he took the plunge and opened his mouth, getting as much of Derek's cock in his
mouth as he could.
Derek's cock was so girthy and solid, Scott was definitely not going to get all
of it inside him. But he was going to die trying. He looked up at Derek,
wondering if he was doing everything right. Judging by the absolute bliss on
Derek's face, it was safe to say that Scott was a natural. He tried thinking
back on those videos, remembering the way the girls would hold the guy's dicks
and the noises they'd make. He thought about if Derek would like gagging
noises. Scott's didn't really have a sensitive gag reflex. Not like Stiles, who
would almost puke out his guts whenever he'd stuff his mouth with too many hot
dogs. But Scott? He had an advantage that would come in handy in this
particular situation.
With absolute determination, Scott shut his eyes closed and braced his palms
against the swell of Derek's ass as he began swallowing as much of Derek's cock
as he could until finally, he felt a tickle against his nose and he opened his
eyes enough to see he had reached the end. All that he could hear in his voice
was the sloshy sound of Scott's mumbled groans against Derek's dick, and the
strangled sobs Derek was making in response. He felt tears against the rim of
his eyes and he looked up again, needing the approval from the man he idolized
so much.
Their eyes met and for that moment, they were connected. Nothing exist but the
two of them. Scott was gawky, little teen, on his knees, worshipping the
incredible cock of the most popular guy in his school. For that moment, Derek
was his god and he was showing how much he wanted him.
When he felt like it was too much, Scott finally pulled himself off, allowing
himself a chance to get some air. There was spit everywhere, dribbling down his
mouth, slobbered all over Derek's thick meat, and all around Scott's palms. He
didn't want this to end.
He began jerking Derek off. It was easier now that his cock was slick. And
Derek couldn't help but fuck into his hand, supporting himself against Scott's
shoulders as he humped his way to a release. But Scott wasn't content with just
that. He wanted—no, he needed that salty tang of Derek's pre-cum in his mouth
again. Scott stuck his tongue, allowing the tip slide against it and drive
Derek crazy. From the frantic pace, he could tell Derek was ready to cum.
All kinds of scenarios were popping in his head. Did Derek want him to take it
on his face? The guys in the porn videos did that. Did he want it on Scott's
pretty pink tongue? Or did he want Scott to swallow it down. Scott didn't care
what happened, he just wanted Derek to get off and give Scott the bragging
rights.
The thrusts were getting sloppy and more fervent and before long, Derek was
grunting out a rough, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."
Without even thinking, Scott put his mouth back over the tip and he caught it
just in time for the flow.
Derek cried out. "Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck! Fucking take it!"
The string of expletives coming out of Derek's mouth were so filthy, but not as
filthy as the way Derek's seed was hitting the back of Scott's throat. Scott
tried his best to take as much of it as he could, loving the way it tasted and
how it filled his mouth almost all the way. He pulled off, making sure no semen
spilled from his mouth because he wanted to savor this moment. The taste of
Derek's hot jizz sloshing about in his mouth. He gulped once, and then twice.
And it took a third gulp to finally get it all down. He stuck his tongue out
and slowly licked his lips for emphasis.
And Derek just looked at him through half-lidded eyes, face pink and sweaty
from their sinful actions. Scott was 100% a natural. Derek leaned down,
wrapping an hand around Scott's throat and forcing his head up all the way
before he plant another wet kiss against Scott's lips, allowing him to taste to
essence of his activities all over Scott's tongue.
He gave himself a minute to breathe before he looked up at him with curious
eyes. "What now?" Scott asked.
And this was where his inexperience showed, very clear in his voice. He felt
really insecure with the way Derek was checking him out. Scott's abs were just
beginning to develop and the muscles on his biceps weren't as big as Derek's.
But the appreciative smirk on Derek's face settled Scott's insecurities before
Derek was scooping him up and wrapping his legs around his waist. It was
comical how easy Derek could lift him.
He carried him over to the bed, a place he already got very acquainted with
that morning, but this time was considerably less humiliating than the last
exchange.
He tossed Scott on the bed, making him bounce slightly before he hooked Scott's
knees behind his shoulders and peeled away his boxers, which were pretty much
all soaked now from Scott's horniness. The image of Derek smirking between his
legs, mouth just inches from his cock was unreal.
But was even more unreal was the way Derek grabbed his cock and licked one
clean stripe up the base, before jerking him off. Scott, for all his natural
talent in cock-sucking, was still pretty inexperienced when it came to holding
his load and he was cumming over his stomach in seconds.
"Oh, shit," Derek whispered with faint wonder, looking absolutely blissed out.
"You like that, baby? You look like you liked it."
He chuckled, still stroking Scott's cock until he was sure it was spent.
Suddenly, he spread Scott's legs and adjusted himself so that he could scoop up
a little bit of Scott's jizz before bringing it up to his mouth. Scott didn't
need any goading before he was sucking on both of Derek's fingers, moaning and
whimpering like a whore. He basically was a whore at this point. He was Derek's
whore.
They stood in place, still letting themselves catch their breath and regain
their composure, before Derek snatched a towel from the ground and wiped them
both clean. He tossed Scott's clothes over at him and let him get dressed
before telling him goodnight. And then that was it. Scott wasn't going to lose
his virginity just yet. Or at least not...there.
Scott was just going to have to be fulfilled with just his first time giving a
blowjob. He felt like he was floating on the walk over to Stiles' room. Stiles
was still in bed, looking like he hadn't moved at all since Scott left, and he
quietly snuck back into his little sleeping bag on the floor.
His mouth felt soft, still a little damp from the spit. And most of all, he had
that empty feeling again. Like he needed to have Derek's dick in his mouth
again. And he certainly didn't want this to be the last time it happened. He
absolutely did not want this to be the last time.
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