Contributor ~Amanda Zober
Stand By Me was playing on the giant TV in Marc’s basement. The Kittens had decided to have a movie night since Dean had never seen movies that everyone should have seen by the time they were twelve. He was very sheltered when it came to movie knowledge. How someone could go twenty years without seeing Stand By Me, or 10 Things I Hate About You was beyond any of them.
“Mean Girls is next!”
“How have you never seen Mean Girls?!”
Dean just rolled his eyes. He knew his friends were disappointed in his lack of movie watching. He didn’t need to constantly hear about it though. That wouldn’t stop the Kittens. When they got something in mind, they were hard-pressed to let it go anytime soon.
Charon and Oliver were sitting on the plush chair, lost in their own world. If the meowing became to frisky, then the others would say something, but for now, the clothes were still on. Amanda, Megan, and Sierra were sitting on the couch by the wall, playing with their phones. Dean and Amy were on the other side of the couch, watching the movie and cuddling. Chris was sitting in the middle of the couch with Ray’s head in his lap. The two had cuddled up to each other two movies ago and had yet to separate. Megan had been taking secret pictures of them and posting them on face book. Natalie, Julius and Marc were on the floor in front of the couch taking bets on how long it would take John and Peter to come back in the room.
John and Peter had left to go into the other room. They had been casting awkward glances at one another through the first few movies. About ten minutes before they had left to talk about something. Marc. Of course, had an idea of what it was. A quick glance at Amanda and Megan had him realizing that they were thinking the same thing.
The past weekend Amanda had held a party at her firehouse. After the party they had headed over to her house for a horror movie marathon and sleepover. Peter and John had volunteered to stay back and clean up first. Marc had gone over after twenty minutes to see what was taking them so long. He didn’t expect the two of them to be having sex. He had waited until they were done before making his presence known. The two had been embarrassed, but even more so when Marc had to call Amanda over. They couldn’t find the keys to the handcuffs binding Peter’s arms behind his back. The only one’s who knew about what happened were Amanda, Marc and Megan. Amanda couldn’t keep something like that from her best friend.
Since then things had been strained between the two Kittens. Peter and John couldn’t look at each other without blushing or stuttering. They sit as far away from one another as they can and have barely spoken since that night. The other Kittens weren’t sure what was going on and the two wouldn’t answer any questions. They had taken a page from Jamie Foxx and blamed that night on the alcohol. It didn’t explain why the stomach flip-flopped and their hearts flutter whenever they looked at each other. It was starting to become painfully obvious to the ones who knew that the stubborn men had feelings for each other.
Amanda, and Megan were texting each other, planning out scenarios of what was happening in the other room. They were on situation number five when Marc texted them and asked what they thought was going to go down. If Peter and John don’t figure their feelings out tonight, then they were going to have to stage an intervention, or at least scheme a way to get them together.
In the other room, John and Peter were sitting on the couch and looking anywhere except at the other. They knew that they needed to talk but they had no idea where to start. It wasn’t that they regretted what had happened, they just didn’t know how to act towards one another after the fact. They didn’t know how to handle it and weren’t ready to tell the others. Every time the shared a glance or their eyes met, they were afraid the Kittens would just know what had happened and ask for every detail. It wasn’t something they were ready to face.
If the night had been just a blur, then it would be easier to talk about. They could pass it off as an accident and move on. In some time they would even joke about it. If that were the case then everything would be so much better, easier. As it was, they remembered everything right down to the last detail. Every sight, every smell. Every taste and touch. It was like a movie playing in their minds. It was all so vivid. Every time they went to sleep it was like reliving that moment over and over, leaving them waking up to sticky sheets or cold showers more often then they’d care to admit.
The bruises on Peter’s wrists from the handcuffs were a physical reminder of that night. Every time something or someone brushed over them, he’d shiver, unable to stop his body from remembering how John’s hands felt as they moved across his body, feeling like they were everywhere at once. It would get him half-hard in a second. It was starting to frustrate him. He wanted more, but he wouldn’t break and ask for it. He was the one to take it last time. He wouldn’t be the one to submit to the growing sexual tension. He had more pride than that.
John wasn’t sure how to bring it up. A part of him wanted nothing more than for it to happen again, but he wasn’t sure whether or not Peter would get mad or offended. He didn’t know how the usually dominant teen would react to it considering he was turned into a submissive puddle under John’s talented hands. Being with Peter was like nothing John had ever experienced before. It was far more amazing than using his hand ever was.
They both jumped when the sound of a train blasted from the speakers. Peter turned to John and took a deep breath.
“This is stupid. It happened, so let’s just move on.”
John looked at Peter for a second before responding.
“You’re the one making it more awkward then it needs to be!”
“Shh! They could hear us!”
“Jeez! It’s not like we’re doing anything!”
Peter just sat there for a moment not saying anything. John waited patiently for his friend to say something, after a few minutes John sighed before deciding it was on him to talk about everything. Peter clearly wasn’t going to speak anytime soon.
“Unless you want us to be doing something?”
“No! It was a one time thing. Not gonna happen again!”
“Really? You’re getting a little defensive.”
“It is not happening again. It was the alcohol. It isn’t like I enjoyed it.”
“Oh really? I seem to remember that you enjoyed it very much,” John said, leaning closer to Peter, “I remember very well how much you loved it.”
Peter slid to the other end of the couch, trying not to let John’s words get to him. He wasn’t going to break. John smirked and followed Peter to the other side, pressing right up against him, pressing his mouth against the shell of the younger’s ear before continuing his speech.
“I remember all the little noises you made when my hands slid all over your body. I remember how amazing you looked, all hot and panting beneath me. I can remember you moaning my name as I deep throated you. I can remember all those lovely faces you made as I finger fucked you open; the tiny little mewls and pleads for more. Do you remember how you practically begged me to take you? You loved it Peter, just admit it.”
John could feel Peter’s heartbeat pick up, see his eyes dilating until they were almost black. He glanced down and could see the growing bulge in the object of his lust’s cargo shorts. It seems like young Peter was being turned on by his dirty talk. John chuckled as he moved one hand to skim down Peter’s chest before lightly squeezing the bulge. Peter gasped and jerked into the touch. John continued on.
“Is this turning you on? Hearing my talk about how hot you looked, wanton and begging like a slut under me? You like hearing me describe how my fingers worked your tight ass open for my cock? You can’t deny it when the proof is so very visible. You loved every second of it last time. Your entire world was reduced to the feeling of my cock pounding into you, wrecking you from the inside out.”
Peter couldn’t breathe. He was achingly hard, and knew that his voice wouldn’t be steady enough to answer. He didn’t know whether it was the dirty talk or because it was John dirty talking, but it got to him in the most inconvenient way. He needed to stop this before anyone in the other room finds them or he cums in his shorts. Either one would clue them all into what happened. He turned his head and silenced John with a frantic kiss.
John was shocked by the sudden kiss but quickly returned it, trying to fight dominance from Peter. If it was the last thing he’d ever do, John would make Peter admit that he loves John taking control and forcing him to submit. With a little adjusting, John had Peter laying on his back with John’s weight pressing him into the beige upholstery. Peter’s arms were wound around the older’s neck, fingers tugging his hair.
The need for air was catching up with them. With a final bite to Peter’s lower lip, John broke the kiss. He wasn’t done though. He lowered him head into the crook over Peter’s neck and bite down. Peter struggled to suppress his surprised cry. John laved his tongue over the bite, trying to soothe away the pain. He kissed his way up the side of Peter’s neck before pressing his lips against the younger’s ear once more.
“Why don’t we take this into the bathroom? We could use that awesome shower?”
Without waiting for a reply, John pulled Peter off the couch and dragged him towards the bathroom. Once they were inside, he shoved the younger into the door and continued his assault on Peter’s neck, darkening the already purpling hickey. His hands wandered to the hem of Peter’s t-shirt, lifting it up and pulling it off.
Peter’s arousal was taking over. Rational thought was disappearing. All he wanted was more of this feeling. He didn’t care if everyone in the next room caught them. The only thing he could care about was John’s lips, the feeling of his facial hair rubbing against his skin, making it raw and sensitive. He barely noticed it when John’s fingers deftly popped the button of his shorts, making quick work of the zipper. His shorts hit the floor and he just kicked them away, his own hands trying to get John’s top off.
When there mouths met again, it was all tongue and teeth, trying to force the other to submit. John wasn’t going to lose, even if it meant playing a little dirty. He shifted one hand from Peter’s lithe waist and towards his crotch. His fingers lighting skimming over the fabric, making Peter moan into the kiss. John added a little more pressure, massaging the hardened length through the material of Peter’s boxers. The track star’s mind went hazy, and John used that to his advantaged and claimed control of the kiss, forcing Peter into submission with some well placed touches.
John quickly removed his own pants, leaving them both in nothing but their boxers. Peter’s hands were buried in John’s messy locks, forcing their moths closer together. It was so good, but no where near enough. John pulled Peter’s boxers off, letting the younger finish kicking them off before he removed his own. Moaning at the feel of the cool are on his over heated flesh.
John moved closer, pressing his chest flush against Peters, causing their erections to brush together. The friction caused them to break the kiss and moan. At the moment John would have been content to just let them keep rutting against each other like the horny teenagers they were, but he had a mission. He would make Peter admit to liking John dominating him. He would admit to liking John using him as a personal fuck toy who’s only purpose was for John to get off on or in. With all the willpower he could muster, John pulled away from Peter, smirking at the displeased whine that left Peter’s mouth in protest. That boy had no idea how easy he was making John’s mission.
The older teen grabbed Peter’s hand and led him into the shower. Before Peter could say anything, John had him pinned to the tiled wall, the cold stone making Peter shiver. Reaching to the side, John turned the shower on, nearly scalding water pouring down on them from faucets at every angle.
Hearing the bathroom door close, Marc paused the movie. The shouts of protest were ignored as he got up and peered into the other room. Seeing that neither male was in there, he quickly guessed what they were going to do. He came back in and looked to Amanda.
“They both went into the bathroom.”
Amanda’s face lit up and a not so comforting smile took over her features. She leaned over and whispered into Ray’s ear. Her partner in crime jumped up and laughed. He leaned over and gave Chris a peck on the cheek before saying that he’d be back in a minute. Ray and Amanda ran out of the room, leaving confusion and a very red Chris in their wake.
The two snuck quietly towards the bathroom. They waited a few minutes until they heard the shower turn on. They giggled and waited another minute before slowly opening the door. They had never been so grateful that Marc’s bathroom didn’t have a lock on it. When the door opened enough for them to get in, they gathered up their friends’ clothing as fast and quietly as they could. They were a little disappointed that the shower doors were too fogged up to see through, but they guessed that they should be thankful, because that means that they couldn’t be seen either.
As quietly as they entered, the two left, silently shutting the door behind them. The ran back into the room where their fellow Kittens were. They jumped on to the couch and proudly dropped Peter and John’s clothes in a heap in front of them. They couldn’t help but to laugh as a look of realization crossed the other Kitten’s faces.
There were rapid fire questions and a lot of confusion before Amanda and Megan managed to quiet everyone. Marc and Amanda explained everything that had happened after the party last weekend and why John and Peter had been acting so weird in the last week. They had all decided that if those two didn’t admit their feelings tonight, and tried to pass it off as just sex, then they would take matters into their own hands to get them together.
Those two just try and deny it when they have to walk out of the bathroom together with no clothes. The proof was laying in a pile of clothes in front of all of them.
“If we’re having sex again, then I’m topping this time.” Peter told John.
The older teen just smiled at him before kissing his neck. Slowly John moved down Peter’s body, leaving a trail of searing kisses. When he reached the navel, John poked his tongue out and lapped at the water that had gathered there, making Peter gasp. Slowly he slid his tongue down, biting at the V of Peter’s hips. He rested his weight on his knees and left butterfly kisses on the inside of Peter’s thighs. He could feel the muscles quivering under his lips.
“I’m serious. I’m topping this time.”
John didn’t say anything in response; instead he just swallowed Peter whole. The younger choked on his words. The feeling of John’s hot mouth on his length was even better then he remembered. He threaded his fingers through John’s wet hair as the older started to bob his head.
The steam swirled around them, the heat adding to the heady haze of lust consuming them. It was hard to breathe and dizzying but that made every touch that much more intense. Their skin was tingling, pleasure thrumming through every pore. It was all so much that Peter didn’t even notice the first water soaked digit make it’s way inside of him.
John hummed around the erect member in his mouth. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of Peter, noticing that he felt looser than he had last time, he easily slipped in another digit without Peter knowing. He scissored them apart, feeling around for that certain bundle of nerves. After a moment, he realized that Peter was already very slick inside. The thought traveled down to John’s already hard cock. Peter had already fingered and opened himself up before the party. John added another finger, stabbing them against the younger’s prostate, causing Peter to cry out in pleasure.
John pulled off of Peter with a slick pop. Peter whined at the loss, looking down at John through half lidded eyes.
“You’re already so slick and open down here” Peter looked away, a blush spreading from his ears down his neck and chest, “Did you finger yourself open before the party? Did you imagine it was me? My fingers sliding in and out of your greedy hole, spreading you open enough to take my cock? Were you thinking about me fucking you open, making you take me all in, hard and fast? Or did you use something bigger than your fingers? Shove a toy deep inside of you, trying to make you feel as full as I did?”
John brushed against Peter’s prostate again before pulling him fingers out. He ignored Peter’s whine at the loss, and stood up. He pushed Peter into the wall. He used his hands to push Peter’s legs up until the younger wrapped them around John’s sturdy waist. Without any warning, John thrusted himself to the hilt inside of Peter. Peter cried out. He had prepared himself earlier and John had worked him open more, but none of that fully prepared him for how big John was. He was barely given any time to adjust before John was pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in full force.
John started a harsh pace, Peter scrabbling for purchase on John’s back. The older teen could feel Peter’s blunt nails digging into his back, positive that he would have red streaks up and down his back. He just tightened his grip on Peter’s hips and adjusted his angle until he had Peter crying out for more. He continued to brutally thrust into the younger, abusing the teen’s prostate over and over.
“You like that, huh? You like that I barely had to stretch you out? I wonder how many times you fingered yourself. How many times you thought about my cock splitting you in two, tearing you apart, and making you come undone. You’re loving this. You love having my hard cock thrusting into your slutty ass, loosening you up until you’re just wrecked and gaping. Just look at you, moaning and begging for it like a wanton bitch in heat. You look amazing like this, sitting on my dick and taking it like you were built for it.”
Peter’s head thanked against the wall. It was all too much. John’s lust deepened voice muttering dirty words in his ear, the raspy sex voice, and the constant stimulation to his prostate. It was all too much but by far not enough. He needed more, craved it, but couldn’t find his voice to ask for it, beg if he needed to; pride flown out the window in his lust driven state.
John could feel the familiar coiling in his stomach, he sped up his thrusts and bit down on the hickey he left on Peter’s neck, darkening it until it was nearly black. He was sure that their friends could hear every moan and whine Peter let out. He let go of one of Peter’s hips, moving his hand to fist Peter’s cock. It only took a few more thrusts and a couple flicks of the wrist before Peter was cumming, coating both of their abs and chests with his seed.
The feeling of Peter’s wall clamping down on him was all he needed a couple strokes and John as done, he buried himself in Peter as far as he could before spilling his seed deep inside his lover. They both held onto each other as they road out the after shocks of their orgasms. When their breathing evened out and their heartbeats slowed back down, John pulled out of Peter. The latter whimpering at the loss of feeling so full.
John could feel his cum dripping out of Peter’s wrecked hole. He moved one of his hands to scoop up some of his essence on his fingers. He lifted them up to Peter’s mouth and slid his fingers inside, forcing Peter to clean his cum off of his fingers. Pulling his fingers out of Peter’s mouth, John soon replaced them with his mouth. He could taste himself on Peter’s tongue and he couldn’t think of anything hotter.
They lazily made out for a few minutes until the water turned cold. The two got out and went to dry off, but when they reached for there clothes, they realized that they were gone. It didn’t take them long to figure out that their so called friends had taken them. They must have been more into each other then they thought if they didn’t even notice someone coming into the bathroom and taking their clothes.
They shook their heads and wrapped towels around their waists before making their way out of the bathroom. They would have gotten farther if Peter’s legs hadn’t turned to jelly at the door. John had fucked him good; he could barely stand, let alone walk. John just chuckled and leaned to to give Peter a piggy back. He would have carried the younger, but he figured Peter wouldn’t be happy to be carried bridal style into the next room after being fucked up the ass within an inch of his life.
When the boys walked into the room, Marc paused Mean Girls as everyone looked at their two naked friends, who had clearly just had shower sex, fantastic shower sex if those noises were anything to go by. Dean covered his eyes, not wanting to see his male friends in the buff. Everyone else just shamelessly stared at the pair.
“Did you guys confess your love yet?” Ray asked.
John and Peter just turned red.
“Can we just have our clothes back?”
Amanda, Natalie, Charon, and Ray all looked at each other before simultaneously saying, “Nope!”
“You don’t get your clothes back until we get all the juicy details!” Amanda said.
“Well it’s easy to see that Peter took it.” Megan added.
Everyone just laughed as the sixteen year old buried his head in John’s neck. This was going to be a long night for them, but a very fun one for everyone else.