The Fuzz

Dennis is grumbling and huffing as he plops on the couch and lets Jack pull him back to chest to cuddle while he turns on the movie they chose to watch. There's the cramps and the bloating and everything else that comes with his period, but mostly he's upset about the emotions that come with it. Not only does it hurt, but he can't stop the tears when they start and he really hopes the action movie doesn't have any scenes that usually get the waterworks going.

They're only a few minutes into the movie when Jack lowers his arm to grab at Dennis' hip. He's been shifting around a lot, trying to get comfortable under their blanket. Nothings worked because nothing does work when his cramps get this bad.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jack asks. Dennis glares at the actor on the TV as he says some cheesy one-liner.

"Cramps."

"Ah." There's a shift and the hand on his hip moves to tease at the waistband of his shorts. "I mean... There's an easy way to help with that."

"I just shoved an ultra tampon into my vagina. Absolutely not."

"Are you telling me I can't play with my pussy?" Jack presses kisses to Dennis hair and temple. He keeps his hand exactly where Dennis stopped him. It would be nice if his hand was a little lower, where Dennis' uterus sat just so something was holding it. Something warm and there to put a little pressure and small comfort. It takes a minute for Jack's words to process.

"It's not your pussy." Dennis leaves off the "it's mine" part. The part that would stop it all together. Because, yeah orgasms always help with his cramps. They've been used time and time before to help. It's just the fact that he really doesn't want to cry and Jack has this way of pushing Dennis in such a way, it doesn't matter if how he plays with him. Dennis ends up crying. Usually it's good.

"Hm," Jack's hand lowers, the pinky teasing at Dennis' boxers, "You won't have to do anything. You can just sit there and watch the movie."

"Jack."

"Dennis." There's an explosion on the TV. Dennis watches as the characters scramble around. The pinky runs along the waistband. Jack's hand is in the perfect position for that warmth to help with his cramps, even just a little. It's a good comfort.

"Fine." The hand easily slipps into Dennis' shorts. Kisses trail up and down his neck as he shifted his hips so Jack can have easier access.

Dennis tries to keep his eyes on the TV and his mind focused on it, but it's hard. Jack sucks on his neck, keeps his fingers on either side of hi dick to slowly stroke, and occasionally mutters sweet nothings into his ear.

"For someone who said I could just watch the movie, you're talking an awful lot," Dennis says. Jack hums, fingers dipping to slip through his folds.

"Feels to me like you're enjoying it," he says. Dennis shivers as his vision slides from the TV. He tries to put up a facade. Tries to fake not paying attention to his boyfriend, but it doesn't work. Not when he moves his hand like that while he sucks a mark right behind his ear.

There's no more focus on the pain as Dennis rolls his hips, trying to get more friction from Jack's fingers. From anything, really. Jack responds with a chuckle as Dennis moans and tries to hide his face in Jack's neck. His lips press sloppy kisses as he keeps moving his hips in time with Jack's hands.

"There you go," Jack murmurs into his hair as Dennis grunts at a particular stroke, "Isn't that better?" Dennis nods as he sucks a hickey into Jack's skin. He's not supposed to leave marks where they're visible, but he knows he'll be forgiven for this one.

"Wanna come," Dennis huffs.

"Whenever you want, baby," Jack tells him. Dennis whines and Jack's fingers dip to collect more slick to ease the way again.

It doesn't take much longer for Dennis to bite onto Jack's neck as he comes, eyes squeezing shut as he keeps moving his hips. Jack keeps stroking him through it. When he lets go and squirms for release, Jack obliges. He moves his fingers away but not out.

There's a few minutes where Dennis is sitting there, panting into Jack's neck. Jack gives him soft kisses, says him how good he was, and rubs his free hand up and down Dennis' side.

"One more?" Dennis asks once his breathing is evened out. Jack hums and moves his fingers back.

He's teasing and stroking and Dennis is huffing and panting again. His hips twitch and try to pull away. Jack laughs outright and pins his hips in place with one hand. Dennis let's his head fall back against Jack's shoulder. His eyes stare up into the ceiling.

It's not the first time he's been overstimulated and it won't be the last. Compared to previous sessions, this is nothing. It's still enough to have him complaining it's too much while Jack only coos at him and keeps stroking.

Dennis asked for it. He'll see it through. Even though there's tears building in the corners of his eyes and that sets him off. Makes his hips jerk into Jack's hold as the tears fall and he comes for the second time, cunt fluttering while he cries.

"Good boy," Jack says, "There you are. See? Isn't that better?" Dennis groans and shakes his head. "Mhm. Liar."

Dennis sniffles and shakes his head again as Jack pulls his hand out of his boxers. There's a sucking sound as he cleans off his fingers before wiping them on Dennis' shorts.

"I didn't want to cry," Dennis hiccups. Jack holds him tighter. One arm moves and then a straw is pressed to his lips. He listens to the silent order and takes short sips to help calm himself down.

"You're alright," Jack soothes as Dennis drinks, "Does it still hurt?" Dennis shakes his head, unlatching from Jack's water bottle. Jack swipes away the tears. "Are we good?"

"Yes," Dennis says. Jack always needs a verbal answer to that one. "I'm just snotty now. And we don't know where we stopped paying attention!" Jack laughs as he reaches for the remote and the tissue box.