Author: Marianne
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Description: Hot scene with a different kind of lube
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John Taylor’s flat,
1983
“What are you doing up, John?” Nick dazedly asked from the door, as he just stood there slyly scrutinizing a naked John in the kitchen. Nick was easily aroused by such vista. He filled with memories from last night, John taking him in a way he knew nobody ever would.
John slowly turned to look at Nick Rhodes. It was almost as if his desire had conjured him there, standing in that leopard print underwear John loved to see him wear. His sprayed hair was tousled and his cheeks were flushed with some makeup traces on his face.
John felt himself smile inanely and closed the fridge door shaking a can of whipped cream in his hand. Smiling, he slowly walked toward Nick, written in his face what he was about to do. He grasped his shoulders.
“John!” Nick said part moan, part laughter was his voice as John scooped him and bent him over the countertop, pulling his underwear down his legs. Nick gasped as John started to work his uncut flaccidity, while a thumb kneaded his ass, there feeling the residue of his own cum. Last night was a blast, a crazy ride. Nick was so tight and hot, and…oh he wanted to be deep in there again. With his knee keeping his legs apart and now releasing his hardened cock; he squeezed a dollop of whipped cream on his finger and pressed it to Nick’s lips.
“Lick” he told him. Nick obediently licked it. Then John squeezed some on his shoulder, now wiping it clean with his tongue.
“It’s cold” Nick shivered.
“You’re hot” said John, squeezing another dollop on Nick’s other shoulder. Nick could feel John’s erection pressed against him. “Mmm…” John murmured as he licked. Let’s mention that his thumb was still kneading Nick’s ass, shall we.
“Jesus John! Warn me before doing that!” he cried out as John’s thumb vaguely invaded his anus dry. John laughed naughtily and pulled it out.
“I want you like last night, Nicky luv” he said quietly on his skin. Now he traced Nick’s spine with the whipped cream, sending chills down to his legs. Nick rumbled. The cream trail ended right on his ass disappearing between his buttocks, and John began to slowly lick it off. Slowly, like a sweet torment it was.
When he got to the entrance, Nick gasped. He loved to be rimjob’d by John. He was so good at it. John’s tongue licked slowly along the tight opening, putting on it enough pressure to make the boy so crazy. Tongue in, tongue out. A bit of rubbing with his fingertip, then more licking and sucking. Nick loved it.
John squeezed a new trail of whipped cream down Nick’s scrotum, to the underside of his cock, which was, positively leaking. He toyed with his tongue down to the tip of Nick’s cock. He pursed his lips on Nick’s tip and sucked on it, more like an appetizer. He spit his cock out and laughed now tugging a testicle into his mouth.
“Oh John…yesssss…” Nick sighed. “Roll them, please”
He did, and came back to that sweet little opening in Nick’s bottom. He gently inserted two fingers (lubed with whipped cream) in his ass. Nick moaned loudly and jerked his hips against his hand, trying to find the rhythm.
“God, Nicky, you love it in the ass, don’t you?” he whispered, amused by his reactions. He stroked his own cock and started to finger-fuck Nick’s ass. The whipped cream in there made wet, squashy noises.
“What a sweet, sweet little naughty boy you are, you like this huh…” he kept whispering all the while. Nick barely nodded. “And you like my naughty little game”
John removed his fingers, put the cap back on the can, and then pressed the nozzle on Nick’s relaxed anus, fucking him with it. When he slightly twisted it, Nick whimpered, tightening around it. John kept him like that a while, just letting him fuck the nozzle. Then he pulled out and Nick was hot and anxious to be full by something bigger and broader, not that the nozzle wasn’t so, but he wanted more. Something like John’s cock he wanted, flesh, not plastic. John knew this all too well, and didn’t let him have it— not yet. He foray his ass with two fingers again, as he ushered Nick to a stool.
“Now be a good Nick and suck my cock,” he asked, softly, squeezing a twisty trail of cream along its length. Nick did as he said, so obediently and wantonly. With two of John’s fingers pumping in his ass, and his full cock in his mouth, Nick was in paradise. John’s free hand was posed at the back of Nick’s head, leading him. Nick was always a bit to eager to suck his cock, thus he was a bit clumsy, but John loved it.
“That’s my Nick,” he said as Nick glimpsed at him with twinkling eyes. “Enough. Go to that couch so I can fuck you, like you deserve”
Nick’s legs barely made it across, and John had to help him walk. Then, Nick settled himself on that white leather couch. John put his bare cock on Nick’s ass, pressing it lightly.
“John…fuck me…” Nick breathed thinly.
“Louder”
“John, fuck me!”
He penetrated Nick with one thrust and he whined deep in his throat.
“Wow Nick, you’re so tight in there…”
John began a series of long slow thrusts, leaving him no time to adjust to the feeling, and Nick was gasping in pure hot pleasure. His thrusts became faster and deeper and Nick’s voice harsh and loud, like a man should really sound when he liked what he was receiving.
“Ah, it hurts so good Johnny!” Nick moaned.
John fucked him hard, and good and nonstop—the way he liked it. John would always make sure he was pleasing his Nick. And he indeed was. Nick’s orgasm was rushing through his body, faster than he could control it. He was becoming quite a screamer in his pleasure.
When Nick came, the contractions of his body dragged John to lose control and a second later, he was exploding inside him. John’s cum oozed from his tight hole when he pulled out, dripping down his sac— quite a perfect creampie.
After a bit of panting, John finally let himself fall on Nick’s side, drawing him close, to kiss his lips. They kissed hungrily, passionately. When their lips parted, John could see that bright satisfaction on Nick’s face, the twinkle in his full eyes. He melted into those eyes, so full of love and tenderness and all he wanted to do was hold him close, feeling his heartbeat against his chest.
Nick was smiling.
“Oh John,” he whispered dreamily as his arms came around him. “Will you carry me to the shower? We have a Tiger Beat photo shoot in about an hour…”
“Oh, yeah” John nodded. “With pleasure, my luv. And when we come back from that photo shoot, I’m thinking I’ll let you top me”
“I couldn’t”
“We’ll find out”
The End
