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josselinSo October's over and I mostly met my goal of posting every day. However, I still have a lot of snippets about Julian and Jensen and Jared and Chris and Mike and Tom haunting me, so I'll try to keep posting. Today we have a porny bit, surprise surprise. :D
Previous parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen
Julian almost complained when Chris grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him into the bathroom, but he bit it off and followed Chris willingly enough. He and Chris had been good this week, but Julian was still worried that Chris might change his mind again. They've been fucking non-stop, it seems, since they got the tattoos. Julian's is mostly healed. It still twinges occasionally, and Julian thinks that it might heal faster if Chris didn't lick it so much. Chris is obsessed with the tattoo, but Julian's ass is pink, too, he's been fucked more in the past week than he has been in his entire life.
It's the second half of their lunch hour and it's not like they haven't messed around during lunch before, and even in less secluded places than the bathroom, but Julian suspects that Chris wants to fuck him again, and Julian really doesn't want to. Chris has his hand down the back of Julian's pants, just feeling the tattoo and slipping lower and pressing inside Julian, and Chris fucked him early that morning, so when Chris pushes his finger in he's still slick inside. He hopes that Chris doesn't have a condom in his pocket, because he's already not going to be able to sit through math class without squirming and dying. The asshole kid who sits behind him keeps kickin gthe back of his chair and though he pretends its an absentminded reflex Julian totally knows better and his been plotting his death for the past two months.
Chris pushes Julian into the teacher's bathroom--the tiny room off the one all the students share--because it locks, and then Chris is unbuttoning Julian's pants. "I wanna see, c'mon," Chris urges, and he pushes Julian up against hte sink a little bit, and makes Julian hold his shirt up. Chris had to lean back so he doesn't block all the light and he can see the tattoo.
Chris is still in awe about it. He still touches the tattoo slightly reverently, brushes his fingers against Julian's skin gently in a way that makes Julian tingle a bit. "Jesus," Chris breathes behind Julian, staring, and Julian shivers, so when Chris's fingers push into his ass again he just bites his lip and decides, okay, one last time.
"I don't have anything," Chris says regretfully, and Julian doesn't have anything either. When he left the room that morning he was thinking that there was no way in hell any more fucking was going to happen today. Chris is still brushing a finger over the tattoo with a wistful look on his face.
Sometimes Julian says things and then he hears what he said and is just as shocked as anyone else that he said them. That's what happens when he meets Chris's eyes in the mirror and says, "Do it anyway."
Chris looks shocked for a minute, and then Julian has to look down because he just can't see his own face in the mirror. It's easier to look down at the ubiquitous white bathroom sink, and as he hears Chris unzip his own pants and push into him, it's easier to think about the way his stomach is pushed into the sink. That's uncomfortable, but better than the burn in his ass.
Julian grits his teeth, but Chris is moaning softly and appreciatively behind him. Chris has apparently never been as in love with Julian's ass as he is at this particular moment. Julian isn't sure what to think. It feels more to him, he notices each stroke more, he's counting the thrusts because of the streaks of how each one burns. He doesn't think Chris is going to last very long, which is good because Julian doesn't think he's going to get off on this himself.
He's about to tell Chris not to come inside him. That's the last shred of his logical mind right there, and then Chris reaches a hand around to wrap around Julian's dick and Chris's other hand pulls Julian upright so he has to look at the two of them in the mirror. Julian looks, for a second, and then he's closing his eyes because he really can't watch this, and says mindlessly, "Come inside me."
Chris gives a half-choked laugh, and Julian says, "Do it! I want you to!" He opens his eyes again and Chris has a pained expression on his face, the you'll-be-the-death-of-me expression, but at the last second he pulls out and comes all over the tattoo, instead.
Julian pushes himself up from the sink, because being fucked up against it was not very comfortable, but Chris holds him still for a second while he clean shim up with some toilet paper and then Chris turns him around and drops to his knees to finish it for Julian. The first bell rings while Chris is sucking him, and Julian remembers that he still needs to get his math book from his locker before class, and then he figures it's pointless because he's obviously not going to be thinking about math during class today anyway. So when he comes he pulls Chris in for a slow kiss before fixing his clothes and opening the door to go off to class.
Previous parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen
Julian almost complained when Chris grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him into the bathroom, but he bit it off and followed Chris willingly enough. He and Chris had been good this week, but Julian was still worried that Chris might change his mind again. They've been fucking non-stop, it seems, since they got the tattoos. Julian's is mostly healed. It still twinges occasionally, and Julian thinks that it might heal faster if Chris didn't lick it so much. Chris is obsessed with the tattoo, but Julian's ass is pink, too, he's been fucked more in the past week than he has been in his entire life.
It's the second half of their lunch hour and it's not like they haven't messed around during lunch before, and even in less secluded places than the bathroom, but Julian suspects that Chris wants to fuck him again, and Julian really doesn't want to. Chris has his hand down the back of Julian's pants, just feeling the tattoo and slipping lower and pressing inside Julian, and Chris fucked him early that morning, so when Chris pushes his finger in he's still slick inside. He hopes that Chris doesn't have a condom in his pocket, because he's already not going to be able to sit through math class without squirming and dying. The asshole kid who sits behind him keeps kickin gthe back of his chair and though he pretends its an absentminded reflex Julian totally knows better and his been plotting his death for the past two months.
Chris pushes Julian into the teacher's bathroom--the tiny room off the one all the students share--because it locks, and then Chris is unbuttoning Julian's pants. "I wanna see, c'mon," Chris urges, and he pushes Julian up against hte sink a little bit, and makes Julian hold his shirt up. Chris had to lean back so he doesn't block all the light and he can see the tattoo.
Chris is still in awe about it. He still touches the tattoo slightly reverently, brushes his fingers against Julian's skin gently in a way that makes Julian tingle a bit. "Jesus," Chris breathes behind Julian, staring, and Julian shivers, so when Chris's fingers push into his ass again he just bites his lip and decides, okay, one last time.
"I don't have anything," Chris says regretfully, and Julian doesn't have anything either. When he left the room that morning he was thinking that there was no way in hell any more fucking was going to happen today. Chris is still brushing a finger over the tattoo with a wistful look on his face.
Sometimes Julian says things and then he hears what he said and is just as shocked as anyone else that he said them. That's what happens when he meets Chris's eyes in the mirror and says, "Do it anyway."
Chris looks shocked for a minute, and then Julian has to look down because he just can't see his own face in the mirror. It's easier to look down at the ubiquitous white bathroom sink, and as he hears Chris unzip his own pants and push into him, it's easier to think about the way his stomach is pushed into the sink. That's uncomfortable, but better than the burn in his ass.
Julian grits his teeth, but Chris is moaning softly and appreciatively behind him. Chris has apparently never been as in love with Julian's ass as he is at this particular moment. Julian isn't sure what to think. It feels more to him, he notices each stroke more, he's counting the thrusts because of the streaks of how each one burns. He doesn't think Chris is going to last very long, which is good because Julian doesn't think he's going to get off on this himself.
He's about to tell Chris not to come inside him. That's the last shred of his logical mind right there, and then Chris reaches a hand around to wrap around Julian's dick and Chris's other hand pulls Julian upright so he has to look at the two of them in the mirror. Julian looks, for a second, and then he's closing his eyes because he really can't watch this, and says mindlessly, "Come inside me."
Chris gives a half-choked laugh, and Julian says, "Do it! I want you to!" He opens his eyes again and Chris has a pained expression on his face, the you'll-be-the-death-of-me expression, but at the last second he pulls out and comes all over the tattoo, instead.
Julian pushes himself up from the sink, because being fucked up against it was not very comfortable, but Chris holds him still for a second while he clean shim up with some toilet paper and then Chris turns him around and drops to his knees to finish it for Julian. The first bell rings while Chris is sucking him, and Julian remembers that he still needs to get his math book from his locker before class, and then he figures it's pointless because he's obviously not going to be thinking about math during class today anyway. So when he comes he pulls Chris in for a slow kiss before fixing his clothes and opening the door to go off to class.
