Smut

(featuring trans!Jere)

"Michael, do you have a shirt I can borrow? I spilled some juice on mine."

"Why did you have juice?"

"I was drinking it, duh."

"You still drink juice?"

"Yeah? That's what it's for, isn't it? Now, do you have a shirt I can borrow, or not?"

"Uh, you can take my hoodie. It's on the table over there." I gestured to my left.

"Thanks man."

"No prob, bro."

(Time skip)

We'd been playing video games for a while, and had just failed a level, yet again. We both groaned on seeing the 'Game Over' screen on the television.

I leaned back onto the front of the couch in defeat. I was sitting on the floor. I looked over at Jeremy, who was in a similar position- but his head leaned onto the couch cushion, and his eyes were closed.

I guess at some point during the game, the zipper on my hoodie had come down- it had a tendency to do that. I guess he must not have noticed or something, because it was open all the way down to his navel. I could see his binder, and a whole lot of his stomach.

"Yo, Micha, you good?" I realised I was staring at that bit of visible skin just as he zipped up the hoodie to hide it. I silently cursed myself for being so obvious.

"Yeah, I'm good... all good."

"You sure? You don't really sound like it... and you were staring at me- kinda at my binder, dude, it was weird. Well, for me- is it weird for you?" There was a bit of an accusatory time in his voice, but who wouldn't have one?

"No, it's not that, I was just- Uh, I uh.... um-"

"What, you think I'm hot, bro?" He joked.

"Um... well, actually, er..." What are you doing, Michael?! Stop talking, you're making a problem!

"Are... are you kidding? You're kidding, right? You don't think I'm hot, or whatever, do you?"

I said nothing, just looked down at my lap defeatedly.

"Do you?!"

I remained silent.

"Well... I guess there's only one way to find out, huh?"

I jerked my head in surprise at his flirty-ness, to see him on his hands and knees, crawling towards me. Seductively.

I began crawling backwards away from him. "Ohhh shit Jere, uh-"

"What? You gonna admit I'm hot, or what?"

"I, uh, no, I don't, I really don't think you're-"

"I don't believe you..."

"Why not?"

He smirked, and nodded his head in my direction. "Because you're hard already."

He was right. Goddamnit. I stopped moving. Jeremy didn't.

"Okay, so, maybe I do. So what?"

"So..." he was now positioned over me, on his hands and knees. "Does that mean I can do this?"

And he kissed me. Jeremy kissed me! What?!

He pulled away. I stared up into his eyes. Neither of us spoke. We didn't know what to do next.

Finally, Jeremy broke the silence. He seemed to be initiating everything.

"You're still hard."

I sighed. "Yeah... I know. Look, I'll just go jerk off in the bathroom, and-"

"Oh, no you won't."

"I... won't?"

"No. You're mine." He growled low, a possessive sound I'd never heard from him before.

Lips were on my neck, teeth on my earlobe, and I melted into a stuttering mess- and then I heard his voice in my ear-

"Do you want to?"

"Yes, Jeremy, yes. Please?"

I felt him smile into my neck, and then warm hands were on my sides, pushing my shirt up.

He went slowly and gently, like he was being careful with me. Once my shirt was off, he kissed up my side, then latched onto my nipple.

I let out a grunt as Jeremy bit and sucked.

"Stop- stop... teasing me- please just... more!"

"Well aren't we needy?"

I whimpered, looking down at him.

"Fine," he sighed, "but only because you look really hot right now."

Jeremy got off of me and turned away.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I struggled to pull off my pants while still laying on the floor.

"I'm taking off my binder, and then I'm gonna put the hoodie back on."

"Oh. Duh. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be. It's fine." Jeremy turned back to me, pulling down his pants.

When he finally got back on me, he was in his boxers and my hoodie, and I was wearing nothing.

"Well... I don't mind, because I think my hoodie looks damn sexy on you."

He giggled at my comment, then leaned down to my ear. "Now... Let's get to work."

I shivered at his tone, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He ground down on me, making us both moan. He left hickeys in places people don't usually see, or touch, ever.

It was amazing, but not enough.

"Jere, will you- aaaaah... please take off- ungh-" I pulled at his boxers, knowing I wasn't going to finish my sentence anytime soon.

"Sure, baby- or do you want to take them off for me?" He grabbed my hands, aiding me in pulling them off, down to his knees. He stood, getting them all the way off, then got back on me. "I want to ride you, baby. Will you let me do that?"

I nod at him, enjoying my new nickname.

"Alright... but I need to stretch first. Put your finger up, right here."

I do as he says, resting my fist near my hip, one finger pointed at the ceiling. He puts his entrance on it, and I push up into him.

"Mmm..." he adjusts himself a bit, then starts moving. "Now add another one, okay?" He's talking to me so sweetly... I'm not sure if I like it, or if I want to go rougher- meaner. I do as he says nonetheless, pumping my fingers a bit to help him get used to it quicker.

"Murgph... more, baby, more..."

I put up a third finger, and he stops moving. It takes a bit longer than the other two, but eventually he moves again, slowly at first, until he picks up a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down for a couple minutes.

"Do you have protection, baby?" He smiles down at me. Damn, he's pretty.

"Y-Yeah... middle drawer... in my nightstand."

"I'm gonna go get it, okay?" He pulled off my fingers with a small moan, kissed my lips gently, and went to get the condom.

I laid there on the floor, in a daze. This was actually happening. The boy I'd fancied for years was about to have sex with me. On the floor in my basement bedroom.

Holy fucking damnit.

"Hey.... Jere?"

"Yeah?" He replied as he walked back to me.

I propped myself up on my elbows. "Do you wanna go to the bed?" I pointed behind him.

"Oh... yeah, sure." He giggled again. "Wow, we were really gonna fuck on the floor."

"Yeah," I laughed with him for a minute, before getting up, grabbing his shoulders, and pulling him down with me onto the bed. "Now... you wanted to ride me... well, I'm ready when you are."

Jeremy blushed, then put the condom on me, lined up, and slid down my length. We both moaned, but mostly Jeremy. I grasped his hips, steadying him as he started moving. He continued to speak to me- sweet nothings, all along the lines of "you're doing so good for me, baby" and "I love you so much" and "damn, you're sexy."

I could say no more than a couple meaningless words at a time.

As I was reaching my climax, all words failed us, and we were panting, moaning messes, his head was thrown back in pleasure- and if that isn't the mot beautiful thing I've ever seen, I don't know what is- and then I came.

"Jeremy! Oh, oh, oh my god, Jeremy..." I trailed off, my hands falling to my sides as I felt him cum. He pulled off and laid down by my side.

"Oh, damn, Micha, that was so good, that was amazing... wow." I threw away the condom, and his breath was heavy on my neck as he cuddled up to my side.

"We are doing that again... just... not right now. Right now... I want to go to sleep."

I chuckled a bit. "Yeah, me too." I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer to me. I kissed his forehead, closing my eyes as I cuddled up to him, both of us slowly drifting off to sleep.

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Yeeyee it's the author! That took so long to write, because I really had no idea how to end it, or where it was going, so... yeah.

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Until next time, if you exist, lovelies!