I Can't Stop

me: im having so much fun!

friend: you're literally gonna die if you keep this up

Shit.. If that’s what he sounded like while he was having sex, he wasn’t going to last long at all. The noises were just too fucking gorgeous for him. He gripped his hair even tighter as he felt him slowly pull off his underwear. Shit, he was hard as a damn rock already and over what? The look on his best friend’s face? Fucking heat week…

‘How about you earn that nickname and fuck my throat?’ Those words rang deep in his mind, almost hypnotizing him. That, was definitely going into his wank material for later. And so was this… Whole thing. He always thought about his best friend on his knees in front of him, but having him actually down there like this? It was new, unexpected, but definitely welcomed. “Y-Yes sir…” He whimpered out automatically, not realizing what he’d said.

The second he felt the warm, wetness of the other’s mouth, he almost lost control. But those eyes… Fuck, those eyes. It made him grip the other’s hair even tighter. “Don’t… Look at me like that, you’ll… Fuck, you’ll make me finish too soon… I don’t… I don’t wanna cum early..” He panted out loudly, a soft whine escaping him as the other lowered his head even more. Shit, that was deep! He’d never been this deep inside of someone’s mouth (since most of the people he’d fucked had horrible gag reflexes.) “Fuck… Feels…So fucking good…” He breathed, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes.

Sir? That was new. Jamie raised an eyebrow at the title but continued on with his ministrations, spurred forward by just how lovely Trevor’s reaction was. The werewolf practically melted as soon as he had his cock down Jamie’s throat, tightening his grip on the short strands of the human’s hair which slowly lost their brittleness as the gel was broken apart, and god if he didn’t love every moment. It seemed his words had been taken to heart and he’d ever been more thankful for his lack of a gag reflex. 

As soon as their eye contact was broken, Jamie pulled off to catch his breath, shrugging off his duster which he’d neglected to take off before he’d started worrying over his hurting friend. The jacket was heavy and hot under normal circumstances, and he was glad to be rid of it now that it had reached uncomfortable levels of boiling. He imagined it was something like what Trevor had been feeling all afternoon and that was reassuring - he was doing this for good reason, even if their friendship was awkward afterword. Trevor would be able to get some sleep without dying from heat stroke and dehydration. 

Feeling him curl his fingers over the waistband of his pants, he took the hint and slowly lifted his hips up, trying to keep from getting too eager. Then again, he could blame it on his heat if he were to… No.. He was going to let Jamie take full control. He wasn’t going to do anything to speed the process up. Besides, seeing him down there on his knees.. He wanted so desperately to drink up the image and burn it into his memory.

Fuck… The sensation of the other slowly stroking the bulge was almost too much. He gripped at the couch cushion, feeling his breath hitch once more. He stared down at his best friend, knowing the other would be looking back up to him. But the second he would wrap his lips around him, he knew he’s have to close his eyes to keep from releasing way too early. He let out a few soft little whimpers as he felt those almost too light kisses to his dick, trying to keep his hips from bucking upwards. “Fuck, um….L-Like good boy a-and shit like that..” He breathed.

He couldn’t stop himself from threading his fingers slowly through the other’s hair when he felt him slowly mouthing at the outline. Already he was hard as a fucking rock, and he was sure that Jamie already knew it. He gave his hair a gentle little tug as a signal to pull his underwear off. He needed to feel his lips against him. Now. 

Jamie made a happy noise in the back of his throat - something between a moan and a whimper that emphasized just how much he liked the tug of Trevor’s fingers in his hair. Most of his sexual partners didn’t even bother with it since he wore so much hair gel and he got it, the feeling of bleached hair cemented in place with gel wasn’t the most appealing, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it.  He refused to compromise on the hair gel, though, without it he looked like a dandelion and he wasn’t about that. 

Getting the just of Trevor’s urgency, Jamie pulled away to hook his fingers under the waistband of the werewolf’s underwear and pull them down over his hips. The process went smoothly thanks to cooperation on both ends and soon enough he was faced head-on with a very hard and very naked dick. Fucking finally. “Well, how ‘bout you earn the nickname an’ fuck my throat, hmm?” 

His damn parakeet wasn’t going to feed itself. 

Fuck… Did he really say one of his biggest fantasies? Shit… At least now the man knew.. And maybe he’ll finally get to live them out. “Uh…. Fuck… um… It kind of starts slow, basically what we jus’ did… There’s a lot of pet names like good boy an’ such.. I-It uh… End with you fully takin’ me in an’ jus’ starin’ up at me… I-It’s dumb.” He shook his head for a moment. He knew the man was going to make fun of him more than likely.

He watched closely as his friend knelt down in front of him, making his breath hitch in anticipation. He couldn’t help but bite down on his bottom lip, looking down to him as he traced patterns over his inner thigh as well as against the bulge. “Go on.. U-Unless you’re teasin’ then… If y’are, keep doin’ that…” He chuckled, swallowing thickly. He was getting even more and more turned on and yes, he wanted to just shove the man’s head down onto him but.. He also wanted the other to take full control of the situation and let him make him fall apart by himself. “Fuck…” He let the soft little whimper pass his lips as he closed his eyes once he felt his fingers stroking over his bulge once more.

Trevor tried his hardest to contain himself, but once he felt the man slowly rub circles into his thigh, he couldn’t stop his body from shivering and that dumb little moan from escaping his lips. He really enjoyed this time with the other man. And he knew he’d have to make this last for right now since he knew, once his heat was over, he’d find it a little odd that his best friend wanted to sleep with him.

“Anythin’ jus’…. Fuck, anythin’…” He breathed softly against the other’s lips, pressing one more quick kiss against his lips. The second he was told the other could suck him off, he let out a slight groan. “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve thought about that for a long time… Maybe y’can live up to those fantasies?” He teased playfully as he pulled back to look at him, his own eyes filled with lust and desire. “Please..?” He added ever so gently, almost like he was begging for it, which he never did.

“If ya want me t’ live up t’ your fantasies, you’re gonna have t’ be more specific,” he replied, hoping to get a bit more out of the werewolf. He was no mind reader, all he had to go by was what Trevor told him, and that was next to nothing. Plus, it was pretty hot - hearing exactly what dirty little fantasies his brain was cooking up. “C’mon Trevor, I know you wanna...”  

Trevor didn’t dare move. He wanted Jamie to make the first move, which he promptly did. See, Trevor had had a slight thing for Jameson since day one, and having this, right now? His best friend helping him with his heat? Fuck… the kiss made him melt a little, automatically letting himself kiss the other man back. One hand slowly, yet shyly, pressed against the other’s cheek to let him know he was enjoying it. Fuck, he was enjoying it more than he probably should.. It felt… Weird… But also amazing as hell at the same time.

Feeling the other tilt his head just a bit to deepen the kiss, he couldn’t stop the slight moan that came from his throat. He grabbed the man’s wrist lightly, pulling it so it was resting on his inner thigh, hoping he’d get the hint. He wanted to be teased. For once, he actually wanted that. Normally, he was a kiss and fuck and get it over with type of guy, but right now? He just wanted it slow and gentle. Maybe a little lovingly but… That’d be for another day.

Rubbing little circles into Trevor’s thigh with his thumb, Jamie lost himself in kissing the werewolf, any reservations he had previously banished by the little noises his partner made. It had been a long time since he’d had a chance to just...kiss someone. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time any of his flings didn’t immediately devolve into the hot and heavy right away, but it was nice. Not that he anticipated it lasting too much longer considering the circumstances, but he enjoyed it while he could. It’s not as if he’d have a chance to do any of it again once Trevor’s heat was over. 

“Fuck off, make me.” He retorted in a teasing manner. He was a bottom and mostly a submissive after all.. However, despite his retort, he sipped at the water once before deciding to just down it all in one go, which would probably be a mistake normally but right now, he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel less warm and more cold, but he knew it wouldn’t help unless he had a release. Or multiple releases (hoping more for the latter.)

Trevor had to admit, he was shocked. Of fucking course he wanted his best friend to help him but the man was attractive as shit. And he was offering? Fuck, he couldn’t turn it down. There was no fucking way. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Yeah, I do… I-I’ll… Take anythin’ honestly..” He breathed. Was he really doing this? He was really asking his friend to fuck him. holy shit. “I won’t hate ya in th’mornin’. I don’t think I ever could if I’m bein’ brutally honest. Unless y’tried t’kill me of course.”

“C’ mere, then,” Jamie said, decisively leaning into Trevor’s personal space. He only hesitated a moment - meeting the werewolf’s gaze to ensure he couldn’t recognize regret or discomfort - before pressing a kiss to his lips. It was chaste and a bit awkward, as first kisses often were, but easier than he’d thought it’d be. He didn’t make a habit of sleeping with friends in fear of losing them to regret or unrequited feelings, but he’d always expected it to feel wrong - like kissing a relative or something. It was actually kind of nice, definitely not the worst first kiss he’d ever had, and he had no trouble trying again - this time with more conviction to his movements. 

God, Trevor was warm. He’d expect the werewolf to be feverish considering just how miserably flushed he was, but not to this extent. It just spurred him forward, knowing that he could do something to make it better. Tilting his head, he deepened their kiss, still careful to go at Trevor’s pace but more determined. 

There was some alertness that came back to him when he saw the screen shift in image. Ambrose blinked a few times before he let out a light huff of laughter. “That bad, huh?” God, he sounded awful as was. The smaller window of his appearance confirmed that he really did look like death. Frazzled hair aside, the bag under his eyes looked like they were ingrained into him. There was a visible flush to him even though his olive complexion usually made it a bit harder to pick up on, but it only made sense it was that visible when he was burning up. 

“Hate t’ ask, but you busy?” His words slurred a little as he started to shift his position, but he came to a halt when he was reminded that he should probably stay still. Temperature aside, the sensitivity of his body was all haywire. 

"Busy’s not the right word, no.” He replied, resigning himself to getting all the way up now that he knew why he was being bothered. Dragging himself out of bed, phone in hand, Jamie made his way to the bathroom to fix his sleep-ruffled appearance the best he could. Setting the phone down on the counter, he grabbed his glasses off the counter and put them on, frowning at his reflection. They made him look dumb - like a librarian or something - and softened his ‘bad boy’ aesthetic considerably, but he was too tired to shove pieces of plastic in his eyes and too blind not to wear something when he’d probably end up leaving his apartment. 

“Why? Y’need me to come over?”

“But I wanna get drunnnk an’ jus’ forget about thisss..” He whined, letting him take the bottle. He was too weak to fight anyways.. He soon gently grabbed at the ice water, feeling his hand shaking as he sipped at his water. “I know, I know… I figured as much in all honesty, dad.” He teased with a weak little laugh.

When asked if getting off helped, he shook his head. “If it’s by myself, nah… Like… Gettin’ my self off… But if someone else does, yeah. It actually helps a lot.” When he asked if he could help out, he almost spat out his water. “You’re… Jokin’ right?” There was no way the man was serious. He was attractive as fuck. Trevor thought of himself as absolute shite who didn’t even deserve to just be friends with the man. “I mean, I-I’m not… Turnin’ y’down, I’m just… Shocked y’would wanna do that shite.” He admitted, choking just a little on his water. “Cause I mean… Look at ya… Holy shite… An’ look at me. Are y’sure you’d wanna?”

“Shut up and drink your water,” he rolled his eyes, glancing down at the bottle in his hands before getting up to set it in the kitchen. The last thing he needed was to be tipsy when dealing with the supernatural, even if the supernatural happened to be a friend who looked like he was about to melt away like the Wicked Witch of the West. No, it was best the alcohol stay far away from the both of them...even if it was the good stuff.