Jobie and Ace: two insomniacs (Short story-canon)

WARNING-

this contains heavy NSFW!

Since this is my first time writing smut, you can definitely tell I was a bit shy!

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    The sketch of pencil pressing into paper swirled gently through the night, accompanied by the gentle scratch of needle on vinyl. The rounded record spun lazily, the fascinating device that it called home singing a soft serenade of ‘Lujon’ by Henry Mancini. The sigh of violin’s and the curling tease of brass laid a blanket of comfort to the scholar that laid unexpectedly on his bed, writing away.

    Of course, Ace was no scholar, nor was he writing any log of importance. He wrote in nothing more than a leather bound journal (diary), making his entry for the night. Telling his tale of the eventful day in which he was dragged to the beach, where watchful eyes awaited him. Despite the lack of scholarly importance that the journal contained, Ace liked to pretend that he was a young apprentice in the dark depths of a library late at night, frantically writing his discoveries for the masses.

    Though, he was not a scholar of importance, and he was in his safe little cave that he called his room rather than in a maze-like library with shelves that reached depth so far beyond that you could no longer see them. The gentle creek of his door swiftly reminded him of his reality, his heart giving a slight leap between his ribs.

    He looked back to the door opposite to the bed, sitting up and making the springs in the mattress creek tiredly. The dark house that stretched beyond his room loomed through the crack of the door, Ace unable to make out a figure as it was pitch black. The lads had gone to bed long ago, Gene having snuggled up to Rory and Jobie in their room. Being the coldest room in the house during summer, Everyone often gravitated towards it in hopes that it would make cuddling less miserable.

    Ace had begun the night pressed against two of his lovers like usual, but wandered from the welcoming bed sheets after discovering difficulty in finding his tiredness.

    So now he stared attentively at the door, the dark crack in it staring back at him as though whatever monster awaited behind the door was asking permission to enter. Oh!

    “Jobie?” Ae asked, a slight joy slipping through his hushed tone. The invisible tail that lived in Ace’s head began to wag, Ace having been a tad hopeful that Jobie would come for a visit.

    Late evenings such as this had become a delight to Ace’s days. He once spent nights in a rather lonesome manner, quietly pacing the house in hopes for any kind of fatigue, or sitting up in his bed writing in his journal, hoping to bore himself.

    Yet only a month or so ago, Ace had discovered that Jobie too struggled with sleep. The first night they spent together, the lad had curiously nuzzled his head into the crack of Ace’s door, staring at him before scampering inside as though thankful that some entertainment was awake too.

    Despite Ace’s previous unease, he found a great comfort in Jobie coming to see him.

    And just as he hoped, a scruffy looking Jobie peered his head inside, staring back at Ace with those grumpy down turned eyebrows.

    A slight excitement stirred in Ace’s stomach as Jobie slipped inside, revealing his neglect to put on anything other than a pair of boxers. Ace was fully aware of what this meant, the two having gotten into a routine of sorts. If Jobie came in wearing a shirt, he hadnt thought of sex before coming in. If he entered in nothing but boxers, then he was already eager to get started.

    Ace couldn't help a smile tug at his lips as he raised himself to his knees, stripping himself of  his white nightshirt. He barely got it off before two eager hands slid up his soft stomach, only stopping at Ace's chest to grip both pecs.

    Jobie had such a lovely lack of shame. A complete lack of shame that so easily soothed Ace into such a vulnerable state. Jobie wouldn't ponder any of Ace’s behaviors, any of the sounds that accidentally escaped him as his body jerked back and forth, Jobie simply enjoyed himself, enjoyed Ace. He would shamelessly rut like an excited animal in heat and not waste time attempting to last longer.

    There was no anxious swirl in Ace’s chest wondering if he was doing a good job. There was no worry in what he looked like, or how he felt. There was no shame whatsoever.

    It was simply easy.

    So with a lack of hesitance, Ace was fumbling to get his briefs away from his body, having to unhook them from his ankles before mindlessly tossing them aside.

    There were no long drawn out moments of teasing, nor any foreplay to allow Ace’s mind
to wander and grow nervously timid. Within moments- of which involved heavy creaking and slight fumbling- Ace was soon fully revealed to Jobie. His slim, smooth body was stretched on the bed with his stomach down, his arms straight in front of him like a cat. He shamelessly pressed himself up against the twitching warm rod that he grew familiar with, the tender thing jumping in excitement as a response.

    As Jobie took a grip at Ace’s hips, he almost obediently spread his thighs apart, opening himself up to Jobie and closing his eyes. That familiar warm tip kissed his entrance, the heat of it causing a slow throb of need to pulse through Ace’s cock. The aching thing was trapped between his stomach and the fabric of a pillow. Slicked precum allowed Jobie easy entrance as his velvety head pressed eagerly inside.

    Jobie whined, the sound aching in his throat as his hips gave two excited little ruts to force himself deeper into his long haired lover.

    Ace only responded with a gentle huff, pure ecstacy gliding up his body to his chest as he was stretched open. Granted, it was far easier then the ambitious thick cock that Gene owned, but Jobie had a certain way of hitting a tender spot somewhere in there.

    Jobie never entered one smooth pump. He always let his instinctive excitement get the better of him, his hips giving little bucks of joy which pressed him deeper and deeper, till a soft fap announced he was being fully swallowed in. Ace just adored it, feeling as though he barely had to do a thing for Jobie to enjoy himself. All he truly had to do was pretend himself, and Jobie would make his own fun.

    He let out a soft breath as his body gently jerked forward, feeling the polite tap of Jobie’s sack against his skin. His tip was right there- right on that spot that made Ace’s legs shiver. He felt the bed dip on either side of him, Jobie placing his palms down while his hips still have subtle little humps despite being as deep as he could go. His hips were pressed fully against the plump skin of Ace’s ass, the two connected like perfect fitting puzzle pieces.

    The silent humping quickly turned to harsh quick slaps of skin on skin, Ace’s legs giving an excited shiver in response to the fast change in pumping.

    He loved Jobie’s cock. The way the thick head would hook right onto that tender bump and flick it with each rut, sending pure and immediate pleasure through Ace’s member. He could feel each harsh hit against it, making his aching cock throb happily from the invasive breeding. He loved how tender it seemed to be, how easily it would twitch and squirt out little shots of cum within moments f sex.

    Thus began little yelped moans that Ace couldn't prevent from slipping out.

    “right there~” Ace whispered, his quivering legs attempting to open further as he was pumped and used.

    “Fuck- ah~” Joie groaned, his hips hesitating in an almost shivering motion before the harsh slaps picked up in rythm again. “Ah- mm!~” He whimpered, far less hushed than Ace.

    A lovely lack of shame.

    The springs of the bed creaked back and forth with their motion, the rusted metal aching along with them. It mocked Ace’s jolting back and forth, his body getting forced to bounce up and down on the mattress as he laid defeated, trying to spread himself further for the pleasure of his dearest Jobie.

    No pressure to react in a certain way. No curious eyes watching him and waiting for some kind of reaction. Just two needy men breeding till they were satisfied.

    Ace could tell Jobie was coming to a conclusion as his movements became more erratic, more frantic. His constant stream of whimpers and moans quieted as though unable to press any more sound from his throat. Ace only encouraged him, beginning to press his body up against Jobie.

    ‘go on,’ Ace’s voice whispered to himself, ‘breed me. Fill me Jobie, be a good boy.’

    And in a sudden thrust, Jobie suddenly came to a still. His little cock began to twitch and jump inside of Ace’s warm hole, his sack tensing as it released a hot spurt of cum. Ace subtly swayed his hips, panting heavily as he accepted the gift. He just loved the feeling of it, the sticky hot seed sliding around inside of him.

    Jobie finished off with a few lazy humps as though attempting to milk himself dry, earning a few extra dribbles.

    Finally, Jobie slumped. His body gave up, happily melting into Ace before a satisfying ‘pop’ announced he was spent and finished. Ace- though not satisfied himself- found these sessions utterly delightful. Truly, it was so comforting to him how easy it was to make Jobie shiver with delight, how it only took a minute or so before he was completely dry.

    Slowly, Ace flopped back over onto his back, soon feeling an arm wrap around him and pull him in, Jobie claiming a more dominant position in their cuddling. Ace and Jobie both allowed the silent conversation of panting, the air hot with their musky love making and their skin moist from sweat.

    Only after some time of pondering did Ace reach over, tucking a piece of Jobie’s now scruffed hair behind his ear.

    “Do you wanna go again?” He asked, with a timid smile hearable in his voice.

    Jobie gave a short nod.