#neversleepingever

His hair was right in John’s face, smelling faintly of some sort of citrus and coconut shampoo. His sweatshirt was smooth against John’s bare arm, his skin warm and softer than John ever expected it to be.

John’s cheeks flushed pink, burning behind his beard. All he could think about was Bob sitting on him. Not that someone was sitting on him, but that Bob was sitting on him. That Bob’s ass was on his thighs, that he could feel everything through the thin fabric of their sweatpants.

Part of him wanted to shove Bob off immediately but it was smothered by the instinct to hold still. He convinced himself it was because he was comfortable in that spot, because the game would resume soon and he wasn’t about to move.

“What are you doing?” John asked, embarrassment flooding his tone. His right hand shifted awkwardly, unsure where to land. It kept moving towards Bob’s waist, but he wouldn’t let it follow through.

“I found somewhere else to sit,” Bob answered. His tiny smirk was adorable in a way John couldn’t explain. “If you have a problem with it, you can move.”

Oh, John had a problem, yes, but maybe not the kind Bob was expecting. He swallowed hard and tried to focus on the TV, but halftime wasn’t interesting enough to distract him. “Nope. I’m not giving you my seat.”

“It’s my seat but whatever. I’ll just get more comfortable.”

Bob leaned back against John’s chest, ass shifting on John’s lap, and John forced himself to choke back his sharp inhale. He really, really shouldn’t have been into it but he was. Or, at least, one part of him was.

He was practically squirming underneath Bob, not because of the weight but because of the hard-on that came out of nowhere. The one that Bob was stimulating every time he moved, every time he shifted where his weight was set on John’s thighs.

“You seem a little uncomfortable,” teased Bob, and for the briefest second John feared he could feel everything. Then Bob added casually, “If you’re that annoyed, you can just move to the other side of the couch.”

“No, you’re moving,” John grumbled, legs tense. “I’ve been here for an hour. You don’t own this spot.”

“I’ll write my name on it once you get off.”

“You have nothing to write with.”

“I’ll lick it, then.”

That was the step too far. Suddenly, all John could think about was Bob’s tongue. Bob’s tongue licking the seat. Bob’s tongue licking him. He swallowed hard, his pants growing tighter by the second. What the hell was wrong with him?

Bob yelped when John grabbed him by the waist, lifted him up, and unceremoniously dropped him on the cushion. Without missing a beat, John moved to the other side of the couch and dragged a blanket over him, hiding his waist before Bob could stop laughing and notice what he thankfully hadn’t felt.

“Happy now?” asked John bitterly, embarrassment still hot on his face.

“Very.” Bob was smiling so wide he almost laughed when he said it, one hand lifting to cover his face. If John didn’t know any better, he’d say Bob was a little flushed too. “Can we watch something else?”

Next thing Bob knew, he was sitting on the bathroom counter in his sleep shirt and briefs, knees hitting John’s hips as John slid between them. He leaned in until their foreheads were touching, smeared shaving cream tickling Bob’s upper lip.

Bob wrapped his hands around the back of John’s head as John’s fingers dug into his thighs. He pulled John in until their lips touched, the chemical taste of his shaving cream stronger than his toothpaste. Slowly, Bob dragged his hands back to John’s cheeks, tugging on his beard and squeezing shaving cream from his cheeks.

“Fuck,” Bob whispered when John brushed against his groin, his cock clearly getting hard beneath the boxers he’d slept in. “That for me?”

“If you want it,” breathed John, fingers already curling into the sides of Bob’s briefs. He kissed Bob’s lips again then the corner of his mouth, eyes flickering back and forth across his face. “Look a little excited yourself.”

He glanced between his legs and snorted, suddenly embarrassed that he’d barely noticed his own erection. John just chuckled and slid his hands down, tugging Bob’s underwear down his thighs as he pressed his lips to Bob’s neck and sucked hard enough to elicit a soft groan.

And then Bob’s bare ass was on the bathroom counter, cock stiff enough to drip on the edge of his t-shirt if he let it. John pushed his left fingers into Bob’s mouth and then dropped his hand between Bob’s legs, two fingers sliding inside his ass with ease.

“Little loose there, Bobby,” John mumbled. He kissed Bob’s neck where he’d left his mark, his tongue darting out to give a tiny lick. “You let somebody fuck you last night?”

“Mmhm. Really hot guy.” Bob shifted his hips to let John get at a better angle, then inhaled sharply when John found his prostate. “He had a great fucking beard. And he would never, ever shave it.”

“It’s just a beard, baby.”

“To you. To me…”

Bob tugged on John’s beard again, yanking their lips back together. He was so engrossed in the kiss that he missed whatever John was doing with his hands. Next thing Bob knew, he was gasping into John’s mouth as John’s thick cock slid inside him, a dull burn striking his insides as he was stretched the rest of the way.

John’s hands fell to Bob’s hips, holding him in place on the counter as he pushed himself fully inside. Then he kissed Bob again and Bob was so distracted by his tongue that he almost didn’t feel the beads of precum rolling down his own shaft. Bob looped his arms around John’s neck, clinging to him for dear life when John started to move.

Bob’s thighs squeezed John’s hips tight as he fucked him, pounding over his prostate to the farthest he could reach. The lingering stick of shaving cream smearing across their cheeks as they brushed against each other. He still hated that John wanted to shave but in a weird way, he was kind of into the product itself.

“John, I’m—”

“You’re good,” said John without hesitation, without needing to know how Bob’s sentence would end. It was crazy how he’d always understood Bob so well. “Let it happen.”

An embarrassingly strangled sound escaped him when he came, his cock spilling a small fountain of warm cum over his thighs. Bob panted as his cock twitched, his legs trembling when John pulled out and kissed him again.

Within a few seconds, more cum splattered on Bob’s leg, that time closer to his knee. Bob chuckled and dropped his forehead on John’s shoulder as he reached down to grab John’s shaft, working him through his orgasm himself.

Once they were both thoroughly spent, they took a few seconds to just breathe. Then John started his usual routine of kissing Bob everywhere on his face and broke it only to ask,

“You still want to break up with me?”

“Only if you shave your beard,” Bob answered. Truthfully, he wouldn’t dump John, but he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t give him the silent treatment until his beard grew back. Bob licked John’s beard teasingly and then made a face. “Fucking shaving cream. You need a shower.”

John snorted and nodded at Bob’s legs. “I need a shower?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t complain about sharing.”

“You always say that and then we fight over the temperature the entire time.”

Bob rolled his eyes and kissed John one last time. “Shut up and shower with me.”

“No, I want to blow you.” Well, that explained why he’d been chewing on his thumb for half an hour. “If I’m reading uncomfortable it’s because I’m fucking horny.”

“Hypersexual?”

“I don’t know.” Bob shrugged, staring out the side window instead of anywhere near John. His medications didn’t make that symptom go away but they certainly made him more aware of when it happened. “I literally can’t think of anything except giving you a blowjob.”

And John, bless his deceased vanilla heart, had spent way too much time with his kinky exhibitionist boyfriend. So rather than be smart and safe and make plans at the hotel, John glanced at Bob and said, “Do it, then.”

“When?”

“Now.” Bob almost choked on his own spit as he scrambled to confirm and John repeated himself. He was on cruise control, the weather was perfect, the road was almost empty. What was the worst that could happen? “You gotta swallow, though. Don’t want to fuck up the truck.”

Bob’s jaw actually dropped. He wet his lips as he stared at John, eyes darting from his face to his bulge. Which was growing; John could feel it. The idea of doing something so dangerous was shockingly arousing.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Despite asking, Bob’s fingers were already undoing John’s button and fly, fingers tickling his bush. John nodded before he could change his mind. “Okay.”

John had to bite his tongue to resist telling Bob to sit back when he undid his seatbelt. He reminded himself that his boyfriend was practically a god, that any accident they got into on that road in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t hurt him.

He shuddered when Bob leaned over and tugged John’s half-hard cock free from his clothes, his fingers teasing its underside. Bob glanced up at John one more time before he fully went down on him, drawing in his length without a second of hesitation.

“Holy shit.”

It was more intense while he was driving. Definitely more intense. If he wasn’t on cruise control, he probably would’ve floored it. He clutched the steering wheel tight as Bob licked all along John’s shaft, slicking his skin before he began moving his head up and down.

John groaned beneath his breath. He kept his left hand on the wheel and moved his right to Bob’s back, fingers moving like they had a mind of their own. He pushed Bob’s shirt up his back and slipped his hand down Bob’s pants, squeezing his right cheek as he took deep breaths to keep himself steady.

Not that it was easy to hold still when Bob’s tongue was dragging up and down the head of John’s cock, lips gently sucking on his slit. Bob was unfairly good with his mouth, really. The way he was able to draw and swallow precum without blinking made John want to come right then and there.

“You trying to eat me?” In response, Bob hummed happily and lightly pressed his teeth into John’s shaft. John tugged Bob’s shirt up higher, eyes on the road as he twisted the fabric in his palm. “Kinda want to take your pants off, but I know you’ll make a mess.”

“Mmhm.” Bob pulled back, a trail of spit connecting his chin to John’s head. He licked across John’s slit and breathed warm against it before he spoke. “Don’t want to play with my dick anyway.”

“No? What do you want, then?” Bob grabbed John’s wrist and tugged his hand back between his cheeks. His middle finger landed not on skin but on something smooth, almost like crystal. John snorted. “You’re not supposed to leave those in, baby.”

Bob shrugged and mumbled, “Fucking horny.”

Without another word, Bob closed his lips back around John’s head and sucked hard. John moaned, one eye still on the road. He carefully slid the plug out of Bob’s ass and set it on top of a napkin, only to immediately be met by a bite on his cock.

His hips bucked upward, and he exhaled as he steadied the wheel. John grabbed Bob’s shirt again, trying to ground himself and focus on the road instead of the beauty of Bob’s head moving up and down in his lap.

Sometimes, John tried to hold off on finishing. But driving, the more intense the sensations and the pressures became, the harder it became to focus. So, rather than try to stop himself, John just squeezed Bob’s shirt tighter and asked, “You ready to swallow?”

Bob squeezed his lips tight around John’s shaft as an answer, fingers digging into John’s thigh. John’s hips jumped again when he came, his hot release spilling down the back of Bob’s throat. Bob didn’t skip a beat, just kept sucking and licking at John’s head until the feeling became too much and John had to nudge him away.

“You really didn’t leave a drop,” John muttered, trying to close his pants with his right hand while he steered with his left.

“Mm.” Bob nodded as he wiped his chin with his sleeve. “You said not to make a mess.”

It was always dangerous not to get dressed after they had sex. Like most men, it wasn’t unusual for John to wake up with a boner. But seeing Bob beside him, so adorable and so naked, pretty much guaranteed that if John wasn’t already hard, he would get hard.

He shifted uncomfortably, cock stiff and heavy against the sheets. It would have been easy for John to take care of it himself, to give himself a quick handjob and get it over with. But he was tired and didn’t feel like moving and there were nine words ringing in his head on repeat.

“You can put it in me if you want.”

Admittedly, John thought Bob was joking when he first said it. But then he’d been very insistent about clarifying that he was absolutely not. He told John in no uncertain terms that if he chose to go to sleep naked, he was fine with John fucking him in his sleep.

But there was still a part of John that was hesitant. Bob had made a point of mentioning the conscious decision to be naked because he had been assaulted in the past and there were times he was uncomfortable with it.

John trailed his finger up and down Bob’s spine as he shifted closer, close enough to pull Bob in his arms and spoon him. He slid Bob’s hair out of the way and kissed the nape of his neck.

They’d talked about it that night. Bob said he was comfortable with it that night. He’d actually teased John about it when he refused to get dressed, reminded him what they’d talked about just a few mornings earlier.

Bob shifted, his thumb falling deeper into his mouth, a small line of drool connecting him to the pillow. He curled back into John’s arms, cheeks pressing against John’s throbbing cock. He’d said it was okay, John reminded himself. He said that he was into it.

With one deep breath, John reached for the lube on the bedside table and smoothed a small amount over his shaft. He dragged his finger down Bob’s back until he reached the blanket and found his perfect ass, still loose from the sex they’d had before falling asleep.

John kissed Bob’s neck again as he slid inside, slow and careful. At first, Bob didn’t react, not even to the pop of John’s head pushing into his hole. Then, about three or four inches deep, he let out a low whine and turned his face into the pillow as he bit down on his thumb.

“Shh…” John brushed Bob’s hair back once more, pressed a kiss to the spot between his neck and his shoulder. His walls tensed for just a second before they relaxed, soft and warm around John’s cock. “You’re all right. Doing so good for me, baby.”

Bob’s breath hitched as John pulled back, gave him three gentle pumps as he found the angle that made Bob’s chest relax. He softened in John’s arms, shifted just slightly as he nuzzled back into his pillow.

“Is this okay?” asked John in a whisper, first time doubts still creeping in.

“Mmhm.” He reached his right hand up and grasped the back of one of John’s palms. It was easy to trust him once his breathing slowed, once he was inside and comfortable and it felt just like the gentle cockwarming they’d done so many times before. “Love you.”

That was all he said before he fell asleep again, body perfectly fitted against John’s inside and out. John exhaled as he snuggled into Bob’s neck, giving his skin one last kiss before he let his own eyes drift closed.