Switching It Up

Title: Switching It Up
Pairing: Jamie/Travis
Rating: NC-17
Warning: likely some OOC, boysmut, PWP a bit
Description: He never would have thought Travis would be this agreeable to switching positions, not in a million years.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are actually borrowed with permission from Kuromei’s “Strangers in the Night” which can be found here on AFF.net.

Dedication: For Kuromei, a very belated birthday gift because I am a notorious procrastinating slacker. Never a good combination. I hope I didn’t do too badly with characterization.


He woke to the sun slanting in his eyes, surprising him because Jamie was usually awake long before the sun had chance to wake him. He bit back a yawn and stretched languidly, feeling a shiver attacking his bare skin from the ceiling fan turning lazily above the bed. Travis had kicked off the covers again no doubt, the heat from his body a warm and soothing presence against Jamie’s side.

He felt lethargic, body well-rested from good sleep and Travis’ hearty passion. A small blush tainted Jamie’s cheeks as he remembered their activities of the night before. He’d been so noisy, though it seemed Travis hadn’t minded too terribly. He’d just smiled sweetly and encouraged more.

Jamie knew that he should probably be getting out of bed soon. It wasn’t like him to sleep in like this. But instead, he rolled over, gaze raking over Travis’ face. A small snore escaped the swimmer in steady intervals.

Cute.

Sunlight broke from the blinds and into Travis’ eyes as well, but he didn’t appear too bothered by it. No doubt he could sleep through much of anything, and Jamie had noticed that particular trait for himself. He looked even cuter in his sleep, brown hair lying messily over his forehead and lips faintly parted.

Kissable.

Jamie could remember kissing them the night before. He could also remember how they had felt against his skin, soft and warm, a tongue always following. He probably had a mark on his collarbone. And when he shifted, there was a familiar but not uncomfortable twinge in his ass.

Warmth flooded his skin as Jamie felt an intimate stirring in his belly. Honestly! How could he be getting aroused after all their activities the night before? Then again, looking at Travis, how could he not?

His eyes raked over his boyfriend. Travis slept on his stomach at the moment as he had flipped over during the night, and he was as naked as his bedmate, rounded buttocks quite inviting. His hand found itself skating over Travis’ bare back before he knew entirely what he was doing, smoothing over even toned skin and listening as Travis murmured before snuggling further into the pillow he clutched in his arms.

It almost sound like Jamie’s name, and that thought made his cheeks heat a little more. He wasn’t used to such affection from his lovers, though that took him into Baron territory, which he refused to think about. Not that he didn’t like Travis’ behavior. It... strengthened him for lack of a better word. He enjoyed it.

Jamie stroked Travis’ back, though the action did nothing to dampen his arousal. He licked his lips, suddenly feeling a little devious. He wondered if Travis would let him return a few favors, and his fingers moved further down with each languid pass. Travis murmured in his sleep and shifted but did not wake.

He almost held his breath as he dared run his fingers over the curve of Travis’ ass, wondering if his lover would wake with a more purposeful touch. His breath quickened at the thought, and Jamie dragged his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling carefully. He wondered what it would feel like to be the one pushing into Travis, to sink slowly into tight heat and feel his lover clenching around him.

His mind nearly exploded at the sudden rush of colorful and flagrant images. He wanted. Dear god, he wanted.

Jamie desperately wondered if he could have.

He leaned forward then, cautiously pressing a kiss to a bare shoulder, his breath a warm and moist pant against tanned skin. His fingers lightly stroked Travis’ flesh, feeling arousal thread through him. Tightening and warming. Making him want. He watched as goosebumps raised across his lover’s skin, and Travis made a low sound, like his dreams had taken a turn for the better. Jamie wondered what he saw in his sleep, and recalling those magazines with a heat to his cheeks, he nearly bet they were X-rated. He wondered how much of that Travis actually would like.

He wouldn’t know unless he tried.

Jamie heard Travis’ breathing change, and he pulled back, just in time for his lover to turn over onto his back, one arm reaching out as the other idly tossed over his head. He twitched and shifted, body in motion as he subconsciously tried to get comfortable before falling back into deep sleep again. The movement was sexier than it should have been as Jamie admired the shift of his muscles beneath his skin, the duskiness of his flat nipples, the sexy trail of hair down his chest.

He unconsciously licked his lips. Surely, Travis wouldn’t mind if he explored a little? Honestly, it was as if Travis had given him permission, turning over like that in invitation, one leg pulling up and revealing his half-hard length nestled amongst brown curls. A common morning problem for males; Jamie would just have to be helpful and give him a hand.

He leaned forward once more, dragging his fingers lightly down Travis’ chest. The bed creaked, foot sliding into a cool spot against the sheets as he breathed over one of Travis’ nipples. A warm and moist brush of air followed by the lightest touch of his lips. It responded to the stimulation, slowly drawing into a nub.

Encouraged, Jamie’s fingers dipped lower, teasingly stroking down Travis’ burgeoning length. Even in sleep, the brunet hips lightly rocked forward, but he didn’t quite wake, making a sound in his chest and licking his lips unconsciously. His heart thudding in his chest, Jamie held his breath and then stroked him again, more firmly this time. He was rewarded with an answering twitch, Travis lengthening beneath his fingers.

Jamie licked his own lips and moved carefully on the bed, sliding into a better position. His gaze darted towards Travis, whose own eyes remained closed, breath picking up a quicker rhythm. It wouldn’t take much more to wake him.

Gathering his courage, Jamie lightly balanced his weight on hands to either side of Travis’ hip and lowered his head, licking a wet line up the length of his lover. A low groan echoed through the room as he drew Travis into his mouth, his bedmate waking slowly as his hips unconsciously surged towards the wet warmth.

Brown eyes immediately focus, glancing down in abject surprise. “J... Jamie?”

He blushed to the roots of his dark hair, cheeks heated and face so red that he probably looked sunburned. “Should I stop?” he asked. Above all things, he wouldn’t do anything that Travis wouldn’t want.

He wished that he were wearing his glasses so he could see Travis’ face clearer. Jamie wanted to be able to read the emotion in his lover’s eyes. He wanted to make sure that his actions weren’t unwarranted.

“Dear god, no,” Travis breathed, sounding absolutely horrified by the prospect of that mouth leaving him.

Jaime laughed, and the vibrations echoed from his throat and onto Travis’ arousal, making him moan throatily. His legs fell open a hint more, giving Jamie room to crawl between them.

Permission granted, Jamie lowered his head and sucked Travis entirely his mouth. The groan of need that immediately followed shot straight to Jamie’s groan, and he felt his stomach tighten with need. His tongue stroked down Travis’ shaft, a bitter taste slicking the back of Jamie’s throat.

The bed creaked as Travis knotted one hand in the sheets and lightly rocked into Jamie’s mouth, always careful and gentle. Never pressing for more than he thought he was allowed.

Jamie wondered again, feeling an answering surge of desire rumbling through his insides. He wanted to ask, but just the thought of saying the words aloud made his flush worsen. Normally, he could be bold when saying what he wanted, but this was a different situation.

Instead, he stroked his tongue over Travis’ cock, purposefully keeping an imperfect rhythm. He dragged his fingers across bare skin and carefully cupped the flesh above him. Lightly tugging and massaging, skin prickling at the sound of Travis’ encouraging noises. He ever so lightly lowered his finger, rubbing carefully against Travis’ puckered entrance. And he waited.

Rather than hearing a “What the fuck are you doing?” followed by a sudden and violent escape like he expected, Jaime was treated to the sight of Travis practically melting beneath him. A low moan escaped Travis’ lips, and his legs parted invitingly. Jamie dared to look up, his somewhat bleary vision giving him sight of Travis with his eyes closed, his tanned skin darkening with arousal.

Encouraged, Jamie rubbed more firmly, sliding just the tip of his finger inside. He would need some lube to go deeper, but he was just testing the waters, after all. He wondered if--

Something hit the bed near his head, and Jamie let Travis slip from his mouth, much to his lover’s disappointment. His eyes slanted to the side as he peered at the covers, attempting to focus on what appeared to be the bottle of lube. He looked up at Travis with confusion, knowing the surprise must be obvious on his face.

Travis, however, wasn’t really looking at him. He was blushing furiously as he stared at the far wall, his poster somehow proving absolutely fascinating the moment as he cleared his throat noisily.

“Go ahead,” Travis said quietly with a loud swallowing sound. “I... don’t mind.”

Hazel eyes widened impossibly large. “You... don’t?” And his cock gave a careful stutter of interest. The heat that flooded his body was immediate, and Jamie licked his lips in anticipation.

Travis nodded and dragged his eyes back towards Jamie. “I’ve thought about it before. I just wasn’t sure if you were interested.”

At his words, the curling of arousal in Jamie’s belly doubled in strength. He wondered if it were possible for him to get any harder. He wanted to, and by god, he was interested. So, so much.

Jamie sat back on his heels, managed to take hold of the lube without snatching it up in his eagerness. He poured it across his fingers, moving them to Travis’ entrance. Only to hesitate.

“Are you sure?” he questioned because Travis had given the same courtesy once upon a time. Even if every muscle in his body was screaming to go for it, his body begging also.

Frustration stretched across Travis’ face. “I’m sure,” he insisted in a low voice that pooled in Jamie’s belly, darkening his eyes with hunger. “Do it.” And there was a growl in the demand, edged with need.

It spent a tingle down Jamie’s back.

Nodding helplessly, Jamie slid one slick finger inside and groaned as heat instantly enclosed around his skin. He imagined what it would feel like around other body parts and bit back a moan. His breathing turned sharp and erratic.

Even more startling was the sound of Travis’ response. He made a sound in his throat, especially as Jamie pushed deeper, twisting his finger around. His fingers twisted in the covers, making them a rumpled mess.

“...Okay?” Jamie asked, his mouth dry and voice rough from desire.

Sucking in a breath, Travis’ hips rose a little, pushing towards Jamie. “Give me more,” he practically growled again.

The sound traveled straight to Jamie’s groan, and he obeyed, feeling practically giddy with need. He slipped in another finger, feeling Travis clamp down on him. Jamie swallowed thickly. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to last. He could already feel his pulse pounding in his body, sweat painting his skin. And he curled his fingers, twisting them carefully, rewarded with another full moan. Licking his lips, Jamie lowered his head, sliding his tongue over the tip. Travis arched up towards the warmth of his mouth, bed creaking beneath him as Jamie sucked the length into his mouth, carefully adding a third finger.

He never would have thought Travis would be this agreeable to switching positions, not in a million years. Usually guys were super-macho about this sort of thing, but he should have known Travis would be different.

Jamie took Travis deeper into his throat, and Travis responded by sucking in a breath, voice sounding strained. “Ah… don’t.”

Confused, he looked up, letting Travis slip from his mouth. “Don’t?”

“I won’t last,” Travis clarified, face flushed from what had to be a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. And that admission just had to be one of the sexiest things Jamie had ever heard.

He had the feeling he wouldn’t last long either.

Jamie nodded, deciding enough was enough. He withdrew his fingers, hands shaking as he leaned over Travis, reaching for the condoms. He felt a hand land on his back, skating across his skin as Travis rolled his hips against Jamie’s own, making him groan.

Lips pressed to his shoulder, and Jamie realized that he had neglected to even so much as kiss Travis this morning. At least not on the mouth anyway. Well, that would have to remedied immediately. Having successfully retrieved the necessary item, Jamie pulled back and surprised Travis by sealing their lips together, tongue teasing at the seam of their mouths before dipping inside.

He felt Travis’ arousal nudging needfully at his hip, felt Travis’ hands ghost down his spine. He could practically feel Travis’ heart pulsing in his chest, and it compounded Jamie’s own lust rise. He wanted to watch Travis come undone, to see him pleased as a result of Jamie’s effort.

Each thought tugged at the coil of arousal in his belly.

Jamie ended the kiss and scooted back down into position, Travis’ legs falling to either side of him as he deftly rolled the condom on. He licked his lips, anticipation bunching like a set of springs inside of him. He nudged against Travis’ entrance, hazel eyes glancing up at his lover with hope for indulgence.

A heel knocked against his back, urging him forwards. “I can handle it,” Travis growled out, arching his hips invitingly.

Jamie felt his heart stutter before starting again, trying to pound out of his chest. His entire body throbbed, wanting to press into Travis, and he obeyed. One hand flat against the mattress for balance, he used the other to guide himself and pushed, thrusting slowly. And Jamie gasped, a low moan echoing in his chest as he felt heat gripping at him, even through the latex.

Travis moaned too, heels pressing against Jamie’s back and encouraging him to move faster, to fill him completely. The need to thrust overcame Jamie, and he snapped his hips forward, buried deeply inside his larger lover. The sounds they made emerged in tandem, sweat coating Jamie’s body.

“God...” Jamie panted, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as Travis’ inner walls clamped around him, squeezing and surrounding with heat. His entire body trembled with the need to move, move, move. But he didn’t know if he would last if he even tried.

He heard Travis pull in a breath. His focus shifted upwards, catching the dark red that flushed Travis’ cheeks and the way his body seemed to hover on a precipice as well.

“Unn...” he agreed wordlessly. “So move, Jamie. Please.”

The plea nearly did him in, as did the proof that Travis wanted this as much as he did. Swallowing thickly, Jamie withdrew slowly and thrust in again, setting up a slow and steady rhythm. Travis’ hips rocked to meet his, encouraging and silently demanding more.

He was treated to the sound of low moans and noises he couldn’t quite identify. Arousal flushed Jamie’s own skin, and his fingertips clenched on Travis’ hip, where he hadn’t even realized he’d placed his other hand.

Sucking in a breath, Jamie wrapped it instead around a different spot and stroked, knowing he was approaching his own climax. He couldn’t help it. Every push into that heat set him spiraling into pleasure. He licked his lips, wishing he were just a bit taller. He wanted to lean over and kiss Travis but couldn’t quite reach in his current position.

“Harder,” Travis urged.

Jamie had to comply. The fire was in his blood, burning and sparking, coiling in his belly.

His hips slammed forward, and Jamie’s hand clenched on the covers as he bore his weight on the one limb. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air, and he lowered his head, pressing a kiss to a shoulder, all that he could reach. His thumb swiped over the copiously leaking head of Travis’ arousal, their exhales heavy and echoing.

Travis murmured encouragements, and the sounds coming from Jamie’s mouth were a litany of nonsensical noises. His body pushing for more. Harder, faster, Travis’ legs squeezing around his hips. Pleasure trickled through him. First, a small and steady stream. Then, a rushing roar that gathered in his groin. Pulsing through his veins.

He couldn’t have held on if he tried. Jamie unconsciously squeezed Travis and felt warmth splashing over his fingers as the brunet clenched around him, a startled shout escaping from his lover’s lips. And then, Jamie had the heat explode in his belly as his hips snapped forward, and he shuddered, feeling as if every drop were being wrung from his body. He soaked up the pleasure, feeling Travis arch and twist beneath him as the last tremors faded from their bodies.

Jamie gasped and pitched forward, wet fingers smearing fluid all over the comforter. It would be a mess later, but at the moment, he didn’t think about it. He carefully pulled out and hauled himself upwards, wanting to kiss the taller man. Their lips collided messily, and Travis’ fingers tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened, sloppy thanks to staggered breathing and awkward positions.

Sprawled out over Travis’ chest, Jamie wondered if he’d ever be able to get his heart back to normal. It was just thudding so rapidly in his chest. His body was slick with sweat, as was Travis, and he could feel Travis’ own heart beating strongly beneath his. It was rather nice actually.

Travis sucked in a breath then, laughing as he wrapped his arms around Jamie and hugged him against his chest. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

Jamie warmed at what he considered to be full acceptance. Travis didn’t sound like he minded the change in their usual positions. But then, unbidden, he remembered the magazines and what they had been full of. He couldn’t resist poking at Travis just a bit, curious himself what Travis was really interested in.

“With leather and handcuffs?” he questioned dryly, squirming as their sweat started to mix, turning sticky.

Travis wisely loosed his hold, letting Jamie draw back and look him over, amused by the blush dusting Travis’ cheeks. It was cute to see the usually confident man discomfited.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” the brunet demanded, though it was clear he was more embarrassed than annoyed.

Jamie wasn’t going to admit aloud that he was secretly interested. It intrigued him that Travis had a bit of a fetish, even more because he knew Travis would never outright ask for it and wouldn’t force him into it. Lingering memories of Baron had made Jamie hesitant to even consider it, but he’d thought of the man less and less in the passing time. He just couldn’t see Travis and Baron as the same, so he thought that maybe it could be considered fun. Enjoyable even. So long as it was with Travis.

He didn’t say any of that aloud, however. “You should have hid them better,” Jamie teased.

“It was my room. I didn’t think I had to.”

Smiling to himself, Jamie leaned down and kissed Travis, just to stop the repetitive discussion they’ve had over and over. It had long since ceased being a big deal, but he couldn’t help continuing to tease about it. And he’d long since learned just how effective a kiss was at shutting Travis up.

His lover didn’t seem to mind, their tongues connecting and sliding, sharing tastes. Jamie’s insides flipped in interest, but he doubted his languid body had the energy. He wanted a shower and food, too. The other man’s hands lifted to his hips, settling comfortably.

“Breakfast?” Jamie asked as he broke away, body warming pleasantly.

His lover’s fingers squeezed demonstratively, their groins lying quiescently one against the other. “Can I have you again?”

He murmured, “Pervert.” But he was not too against the idea, until his stomach grumbled loudly and awkwardly. He really was usually up sooner than this.

Travis laughed, the sound echoing in the bedroom. “I take it that’s a ‘No.’”

“Or a maybe later,” Jamie corrected, wriggling out of Travis’ hold and clambering off the larger man. He perched on the edge of the bed and realized that the condom was still tenaciously clinging to him. He peeled it off with a hint of red to his cheeks, glancing around Travis’ cluttered bedroom for the trashcan.

“Pancakes?” The hopeful note to Travis’ voice was almost ridiculous.

“That’s all you ever want.”

“Yeah, well...” Travis licked his lips as his eyes turned fuzzy, obviously off in the dream land of batter and syrup and butter piled atop his plate. “They’re really good.”

Rolling his eyes, Jamie rose to his feet, finally finding the wastebasket half-buried beneath a small stack of clothes. He wouldn’t really say the room was messy, just carefully disordered, if that made any sense at all. He could feel eyes following his ass as he straightened.

“Fine. Pancakes. But first, a shower,” he asserted, striding towards the door. Even as he snagged his clothes from the night before, some of them needing to be thrown into the laundry basket.

A glance over his shoulder and he caught a mischievous glint in his lover’s gaze. He grinned widely, unashamedly tracking Jamie’s exit.

“Does this mean that if I buy the outfit, you’ll wear it?” Travis asked hopefully. Brown eyes big and beseeching.

Jamie, for his part, barely restrained from punching him but only out of fun. When the look on his face was not an immediately positive answer, what could only be described as a pout attacked Travis’ lips. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to throw him a small bone, Jamie supposed.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he paused in the doorway. “We’ll see,” he said and slipped out of the room, heading for the bathroom.

He pretended that he hadn’t heard Travis following and childish whoop of glee. And silently hoped Travis would join him in the shower.

*****

AN: Okay, so Jamie has these really exotic colored eyes. But rather than say that his green-gold-silver-blue eyes etc, I just went with hazel because it tends to describe a variation of color in the iris. Saved me on typing since I’m lazy like that. *Grins*

So yeah, go read Strangers In the Night because it's a really cute story and give Kuromei some love!