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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,690
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Shower Time
Title: Shower Time
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Author: slashfiend
Beta: 1843
Pairing: Bobby/John
Author Note: This story used to be posted under the author name Tigress. Unfortunately, the email addy I had for the account was hacked into, and I lost my password. Also, I can’t get ahold of AFF. Sorry if you’ve read this before, and a big thank you to those of you who had left a review on my old account.
Bobby walked down the hall towards the locker rooms. He needed to shower, and badly after his workout in the Danger Room. Maybe if he was lucky he could finish up in time to meet John. Memories of them together flooded his mind, and he flushed a deep crimson. He remembered exactly who had been there to see them half-heartedly trying to straighten out themselves after a tryst in some random broom closet. He still couldn't look at Logan without blushing.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, he walked up to the boy’s locker room door and pushed it open, the odd squeak from the rusty hinges and the sound of dripping water meeting his ears.
Dropping his duffel bag to the floor he stripped off his sweaty practice uniform and shoved it in the bag, first taking out a clean pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. He laid out his clean clothes on the bench and set out a towel near one of the many open shower cubicles.
Twisting the knobs till the water was just the right temperature, Bobby walked under the warm spray and let the steamy water wash all the sweat and grime away from his sore body. Bobby groaned as he felt the tension in his muscles ease away.
Bobby reached over to the netted rack that held all the shampoos and picked up a bar of faintly scented soap, rubbing it between his hands to create a thick lather. He smoothed the lather over his arms and chest, wincing as a few tender spots twinged with pain as he moved his arm to reach his upper back.
Bobby was suddenly startled as he felt two long arms reach around his waist and pull him against a hard chest. He heard soft chuckling to his right and felt soft breaths against his neck sending shivers down his spine.
This was a pleasant surprise.
He had been a little startled, but now he knew for sure it was John. Looking over at the face so close to his own confirmed it. The lust and pure need written on John’s face made him hot.
Bobby let his head fall back to rest on John's shoulder and brought his hand that wasn't still gripping the bar of soap down to stroke John's thigh, making John's breath hitch. John tightened his arms around the slim waist and buried his face in Bobby's shoulder. John felt the warm water against his legs and the chill that Bobby's skin always seemed to have when he was emotional.
John reached down to Bobby's semi-erect cock and lightly stroked his index finger up the underside to the flushed head. Bobby gasped and jerked his hips forward, trying to gain more friction from the hand that quickly made him hard and had him panting.
Bobby had finally lost his patience with John's teasing and brought his hand farther up John's thigh to press at the spot right above his hip bone while simultaneously thrusting his hips back, Johns cock pressed between Bobby's cheeks.
John moaned loudly and on a spur of the moment decision, reached to snatch away the bar of soap that was still clutched in Bobby's hand. John lathered up his hands and brought them back behind Bobby to rub the white foam onto his hard cock.
John dropped the soap, not caring where it ended up. Replacing one of his arms around Bobby, John used his free arm to slip his lubricated cock into the crevice in Bobby's ass, thrusting his hips but not penetrating. Bobby moaned and pushed back into John's hips, making them both gasp. John slid a hand back down to Bobby's neglected cock and started fisting him quickly and steadily speeding up the tempo of his thrusts.
Bobby felt the water against his legs start to cool, and with a shaking arm reached out to turn the shower off. As he leaned forward to do so, John thrust his hips and leaned in to nip and lick at Bobby's neck. Bobby lost his balance and fell towards the wall of the cubicle, barely catching himself with his arms against the slick tile.
This new position caused John to thrust harder against Bobby's ass, his hand faltering as he felt his orgasm racing towards him. Bobby moaned loudly and jerked his hips into John' hand, causing John to start pumping Bobby's leaking cock rapidly. John ground his hips into Bobby's one last time and shouted Bobby's name as he came, his seed dripping down the backs of Bobby's thighs.
Bobby gasped as he felt John lean on him, pinning his slightly larger form to the wall. Bobby whined and thrust his still hard cock into John's unmoving hand. John grinned against Bobby's neck and before Bobby had a chance to complain, spun him around so his back was against the wall.
John dropped to his knees and engulfed Bobby's cock in his mouth, stroking the underside with his tongue. Bobby let out a sharp cry and buried his hands into John's hair. Bobby felt the pressure in his groin build and suddenly, John took him all the way into his throat and sucked hard. Bobby let out a loud moan that resembled John's name and slumped back against the cool tile of the wall, his fingers running through John's hair lightly. John let Bobby's softening cock slip from his lips. Bobby sat down with his back still against the wall and pulled John over to him, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders. John put his arms around Bobby's waist again and sighed, puling Bobby fully into his lap.
Both boys jumped as they heard the creak of the locker room door. They knew that neither of them had time to get away from each other without looking suspicious. Fearing the worst, they both turned their heads towards the door and were shocked to find the same exact smirk as last time.
Logan.
AN: Thanks for reading!! Feedback is appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Author: slashfiend
Beta: 1843
Pairing: Bobby/John
Author Note: This story used to be posted under the author name Tigress. Unfortunately, the email addy I had for the account was hacked into, and I lost my password. Also, I can’t get ahold of AFF. Sorry if you’ve read this before, and a big thank you to those of you who had left a review on my old account.
Bobby walked down the hall towards the locker rooms. He needed to shower, and badly after his workout in the Danger Room. Maybe if he was lucky he could finish up in time to meet John. Memories of them together flooded his mind, and he flushed a deep crimson. He remembered exactly who had been there to see them half-heartedly trying to straighten out themselves after a tryst in some random broom closet. He still couldn't look at Logan without blushing.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, he walked up to the boy’s locker room door and pushed it open, the odd squeak from the rusty hinges and the sound of dripping water meeting his ears.
Dropping his duffel bag to the floor he stripped off his sweaty practice uniform and shoved it in the bag, first taking out a clean pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. He laid out his clean clothes on the bench and set out a towel near one of the many open shower cubicles.
Twisting the knobs till the water was just the right temperature, Bobby walked under the warm spray and let the steamy water wash all the sweat and grime away from his sore body. Bobby groaned as he felt the tension in his muscles ease away.
Bobby reached over to the netted rack that held all the shampoos and picked up a bar of faintly scented soap, rubbing it between his hands to create a thick lather. He smoothed the lather over his arms and chest, wincing as a few tender spots twinged with pain as he moved his arm to reach his upper back.
Bobby was suddenly startled as he felt two long arms reach around his waist and pull him against a hard chest. He heard soft chuckling to his right and felt soft breaths against his neck sending shivers down his spine.
This was a pleasant surprise.
He had been a little startled, but now he knew for sure it was John. Looking over at the face so close to his own confirmed it. The lust and pure need written on John’s face made him hot.
Bobby let his head fall back to rest on John's shoulder and brought his hand that wasn't still gripping the bar of soap down to stroke John's thigh, making John's breath hitch. John tightened his arms around the slim waist and buried his face in Bobby's shoulder. John felt the warm water against his legs and the chill that Bobby's skin always seemed to have when he was emotional.
John reached down to Bobby's semi-erect cock and lightly stroked his index finger up the underside to the flushed head. Bobby gasped and jerked his hips forward, trying to gain more friction from the hand that quickly made him hard and had him panting.
Bobby had finally lost his patience with John's teasing and brought his hand farther up John's thigh to press at the spot right above his hip bone while simultaneously thrusting his hips back, Johns cock pressed between Bobby's cheeks.
John moaned loudly and on a spur of the moment decision, reached to snatch away the bar of soap that was still clutched in Bobby's hand. John lathered up his hands and brought them back behind Bobby to rub the white foam onto his hard cock.
John dropped the soap, not caring where it ended up. Replacing one of his arms around Bobby, John used his free arm to slip his lubricated cock into the crevice in Bobby's ass, thrusting his hips but not penetrating. Bobby moaned and pushed back into John's hips, making them both gasp. John slid a hand back down to Bobby's neglected cock and started fisting him quickly and steadily speeding up the tempo of his thrusts.
Bobby felt the water against his legs start to cool, and with a shaking arm reached out to turn the shower off. As he leaned forward to do so, John thrust his hips and leaned in to nip and lick at Bobby's neck. Bobby lost his balance and fell towards the wall of the cubicle, barely catching himself with his arms against the slick tile.
This new position caused John to thrust harder against Bobby's ass, his hand faltering as he felt his orgasm racing towards him. Bobby moaned loudly and jerked his hips into John' hand, causing John to start pumping Bobby's leaking cock rapidly. John ground his hips into Bobby's one last time and shouted Bobby's name as he came, his seed dripping down the backs of Bobby's thighs.
Bobby gasped as he felt John lean on him, pinning his slightly larger form to the wall. Bobby whined and thrust his still hard cock into John's unmoving hand. John grinned against Bobby's neck and before Bobby had a chance to complain, spun him around so his back was against the wall.
John dropped to his knees and engulfed Bobby's cock in his mouth, stroking the underside with his tongue. Bobby let out a sharp cry and buried his hands into John's hair. Bobby felt the pressure in his groin build and suddenly, John took him all the way into his throat and sucked hard. Bobby let out a loud moan that resembled John's name and slumped back against the cool tile of the wall, his fingers running through John's hair lightly. John let Bobby's softening cock slip from his lips. Bobby sat down with his back still against the wall and pulled John over to him, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders. John put his arms around Bobby's waist again and sighed, puling Bobby fully into his lap.
Both boys jumped as they heard the creak of the locker room door. They knew that neither of them had time to get away from each other without looking suspicious. Fearing the worst, they both turned their heads towards the door and were shocked to find the same exact smirk as last time.
Logan.
AN: Thanks for reading!! Feedback is appreciated.