I want JJ to blow Otabek so bad I think I can cry 😢😢😢😢
“Are you ashamed of yourself, Jean?” Otabek asks, tugging JJ off of his cock by his wet hair.
JJ licks his lips before answering, breathless. “Almost never,” he says. “Is that what you like?” Licking up Otabek’s cock, letting it drag over his cheek, “Want me to blush?”
“No,” Otabek says. “What I like–” guiding JJ’s mouth back to the head of his cock, regretting pulling him off in the first place, “–is when you shut up and do what I tell you.”
JJ grins, bottom lip dragging over the slit, blue eyes flashing up. He sinks his lips slowly, slowly down onto Otabek’s cock until his throat’s tickling in protest.
Otabek groans, toes curling, “Finally found a use for you, you cocky piece of shit.”
JJ hums happily, closing his eyes. Otabek watches, trying not to admire his long, dark lashes still beaded with water. So Jean loves sucking cock. He’s not surprised. Jean’s an eager puppy. He wants to be liked. Sucking cock is a good way to make yourself popular. Unless–a troubling thought–it’s just Otabek’s cock he wants.
His phone buzzes on the bedside table, again–Yuri’s got a sixth sense for when his Beka’s up to no good–but Otabek ignores it. The way JJ’s gagging on him makes it hard to think. And it’s all fuzzy how they got here, anyway. One moment JJ was crowing about his jumps, dripping at the end of Otabek’s bed in their shared hotel room, a tiny white towel doing nothing to cover his thighs. The next moment he was on his knees.
Otabek’s blameless. A victim. And if he had ordered Jean to suck his cock it was only out of pity. It’s what Jean wanted– desperately, obviously–and they’re fr–
The thought makes Otabek jerk up to sitting. JJ pulls off to look up at him, tilting his head. Oh god, are they friends?
“Yeah,” with effort, he schools his expression and leans back to lounge on an elbow again, fisting his hand in JJ’s hair. So what if they’re friends? Otabek’s making the most of it. “Who told you to stop?”
JJ smirks, sucking Otabek so slow it’s almost torture, then pulling off to lick down the length, all the way to Otabek’s balls and back, moaning. His cock is sloppy wet with spit and so red, so hard that Otabek’s embarrassed by how much he wanted this, wants it, will want it again.
JJ’s proud of himself, it’s right there in his eyes. He’s wanted this longer than Beka has, and he’ll want it again, too. Otabek tries to frown at him, to tell him silently no fucking way. They may be friends but there’s not a chance this is gonna be their thing. They can’t have a thing. Problem is, it feels so good it’d be a crime to stop now, and besides he can’t talk without making some noise he’ll regret. This was a bad idea. All Jean’s ideas are.
“Beka, your cock’s so big,” JJ murmurs, letting his lips drag all over it while he catches his breath. “Are you gonna fuck me?”
“Maybe if you had better tats,” Otabek says through gritted teeth–he’s so close.
JJ laughs, “I’ll wear you down. You’ll go back to that little princess and think of me every time he chokes.”
“Watch your mouth, Jean.”
Beka’s about to tell him he’s dumber than he looks, thinking he stands a chance against his tiger, but JJ chooses that moment to take Beka’s cock to the root, tonguing the underside even as his throat spasms around the head. His fingers tease his balls until Beka’s seeing white, coming hard and holding JJ’s head down when he tries to pull off. If Jean wants it so bad he’s gonna swallow every drop.
“Next time you talk shit I’ll slap you with it,” Otabek warns him as he sets him loose, satisfied. “Maybe I’ll come in your hair, too,” he adds, brushing JJ’s hair backwards with a gentle touch that seems to surprise them both. They end up staring into each other’s eyes. It’s not ideal.
“Next time?” JJ asks. His voice is all naked hope–and it’s true: he’s not the least bit ashamed. He wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand and treats Beka to one of those lazy grins.
“Yeah,” Otabek sighs, caught. “Next time.”
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