Half Past Twelve

Jake didn’t think Christian was attractive—not in the slightest, and definitely not enough to fuck—but none of that mattered right now. He was buzzed on sleep deprivation and Christian was pressed against him, timidly kissing his lower lip, and though he wasn’t a chick and didn’t have what Jake really wanted, he was warm, and a body, and gay guys clearly made that work for them somehow.

“Jake?” Christian’s voice was far deeper than any woman’s. “Is this all right? I know you’re not— I can stop, or… put on some porn, if you want me to.”

Christian didn’t want to stop—that much was apparent in the half-erection pressed against Jake’s thigh. Though he wanted little to do with that, Jake wanted Christian’s mouth, or his ass—something useful to him.

“No, it’s all right.” Jake’s voice sounded off, like that of a faraway stranger. “Hey, can you suck my cock? Is that good?”

Christian buried his face in Jake’s chest and laughed. “Yeah… yeah, sure.” He slid down to his knees and undid the fastens of his friend’s jeans. “You can grab my head if you want, or pull my hair, whatever. I don’t mind.”

When his dick was out and Christian’s mouth was on it, Jake tangled his fingers into Christian’s hair, and when the blond began to bob his head, he encouraged the movements with a rough push or a pull. It didn’t take too long for him to be on the edge of his climax, because, fuck, had a woman ever let him do this sort of thing to her?

He released Christian’s scalp, panting, and managed to breathe a stop. They parted, and Jake swallowed and stared into his friend’s expectant eyes. “Can we… Can we fuck? I got condoms in the bedroom.”

Christian smiled, and the two stood to make their way to the room. There was nothing romantic about it. They didn’t fall against the door in a flurry of passion, kissing wildly. They didn’t slowly undress each other, or, laughing, press kisses to each other’s necks. They just stepped in and undressed themselves, and as Jake rooted through a dresser drawer in search of condoms, Christian spread himself out on the bed, supine.

Jake found a condom and slid it on, then took up position between Christian’s knees.

“So… what, do I have to finger you or something? ‘Cause—”

Christian interrupted him. “No, you’re fine. Just go for it, but slow. I’ll be all right.” A smile touched his lips but was gone as soon as it came. Christian knit his brows, closed his eyes, and pressed one cheek into the comforter. Jake didn’t analyze his behavior.

He pressed the rubber-sheathed tip of the condom against Christian and thrust, gently, and then again, and when he breached he released a nasal sigh. After a few slow rocking movements he was completely embedded, and paused to catch his breath.

“So… slow… Can I go fast? Or—”

Christian interrupted again. “Trust me, you’ll know when I want more.”

He did. Christian was completely silent at first, but eventually his face was contorted and he wrapped his legs around Jake’s waist. He panted various oh fucks, arched his back and pressed his hips in after a while, and Jake gave it to him hard and quick. Skin met and hit, and one of Christian’s hands drifted to his own crotch, enclosing on his cock and stroking out of pace with the thrusting.

Then, there was a Fff—Jake! Oh, fuck! and when Christian orgasmed his insides shuddered and spasmed, and Jake climaxed into the condom before slowly pulling out.

Christian understood the circumstances without being told when Jake climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom and pull on his jeans.

He smiled a rueful, terrible smile, and sat upright. “I’m going to go take a shower, then I’ll get out of your hair for the night.”

Christian was not questioned, nor was he followed into the bathroom, and after he shut the door behind himself he heard what sounded like a beer can popping open.

He understood. He had understood what he was getting himself into from the start, but the knowledge didn’t exactly give him the power to resist the opportunity. Maybe, just for a little while, he wanted to be young again, and stupid, and if he acted that way who was to say that he wasn’t?

Fuck. He wasn’t.

When Christian stepped into the hot shower spray he rested against and slid down the wall, and, for just a moment, he cried.

Author Talk: So, what'd you think of this pointless porn oneshot? Please tell me what you thought about it, even if and maybe especially if there was something you didn't like. What'd you think of the POV switch at the end? Does Jake seem appropriately like an asshole?

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