Warnings: Joe=Sex God=Big dick and #Justiceforaninnocentpillow

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"Fuuuck, J- oh fuck! Don't stop!"

Tangling his fingers in thick hair, Steven pushed his cock deeper into a warm mouth.

There was no protest or pull back, and instead, just a lovely pressure of musically talented hands moving across his thighs to grasp behind and squeeze into peachy flesh. The sensation blinded him with sparkling stars as he threw his head back, and just picturing the man on his knees sucking his cock was enough to make him-

Rudely, the sexually explicit scene ended, although Steven knew he hadn't woken up properly.

He simply became more aware he was lying awkwardly on his right side in bed, and a delayed twitch of his cock that strained his pyjamas had his toes digging and curling into the creased bottom sheet.

A lazy hope to find friction without using his own hand was unexpectedly found and had him happily resuming where he left off.

"Joooe," Steven whined sleepily, rubbing himself on the perfectly placed pillow between his legs. "Please...lo'me."

The man on his knees was Joe. The man he kept seeing in his explicit dreams was Joe. The man who made him wake up with a throbbing erection was Joe. And he was often so hard, he couldn't take a piss until he had cum and that was always a bit...weird.

Except this time Steven knew it couldn't have been much longer after he'd fallen asleep because he could still taste toothpaste in his mouth. It was also embarrassing considering he'd already jacked off once in the day, and now he was horny and desperate again, and gently moving against the pillow to satisfy himself.

A crooked smile was sent his way.

"What is it with you and blowjobs?"

Steven scrunched his eyes shut. "I'dunno. I just..want..you."

"You should just tell me how you feel. You might be surprised by what I'll say."

"Can't..I-" He buried his face into his non-fucking pillow, muffling his whiny slurs. "You-I..uh."

"So, you're gonna keep having wet dreams about me? Imagining it's me sucking you off when it could be real?"

Steven slowed the rocking of his hips until finally, he stopped. He frowned a little.

"Why'd you stop?" the voice asked. Then, it became clearer. "Come on, I was enjoying the dry hump."

Heart pounding, and rhythm interrupted, Steven opened his eyes.

He was still in his bed, but it was light. Almost too light. It was bright, fresh, and peaceful as if it was...heaven.

He was comfy, too comfy like the mattress had a new bounce and the pillow between his legs was slowly being-

Steven's eyes went wide when he rolled over.

"Joe?"

"There you are," was the silky reply. Not too loud, not too quiet. "I was wonderin' when your cute little puppy face would appear."

The beautiful smile was enough to make Steven melt into a puddle, and the gentle hand that lifted to sift through his hair, the feeling of four fingers and a thumb detangling the mess at the top, only encouraged his heart to skip every other beat in his chest.

Petted and attended like a puppy, Steven could barely breathe taking in what he assumed was the naked God of a man, with his head propped up on his elbow, lying next to him.

His eyes trailed every outline of tanned muscle in his arms, how the definition puffed out his chest and brought out his pecs, and if the sheets were pooled just that bit lower, the ridged grooves of abs.

Steven was drooling, particularly when he imagined what was concealed underneath. Size, girth, smoothness, and if he would be allowed to watch the cock grow and rub against his.

It gave a lot of extra life to his lower half.

"How're you feelin'?" Joe asked, resting a curious hand on his cheek.

"How am I..." Steven's voice disappeared, blinking up at an obscenely handsome face framed by outrageous curls of thick black hair. "I'm...how I'm-"

The thumb that ducked down to trace over his hanging lower lip stopped his pointless stumbling.

Even the God's thumb was turning him on.

Joe hummed, satisfied with his exploration. "I think I know the problem."

Steven, for some reason, freaked out when the hand disappeared underneath pristine white sheets. His legs moved, he scrambled about, but he just ended up slapping Joe's ridiculously large shoulder (which brought him very close to him) and clutching for dear life.

"J-Joe," he choked, knowing his waistband had been lifted. "What're you do- oh, my fucking-"

Steven bucked greedily into the feathery touch until his cock was finally pressed against by a palm. Just one simple position and it already felt like bliss, better than any sexual experience he had ever had, and they had barely even started.

"Giving you a hand," Joe replied smoothly, brushing his thumb up to a very sensitive tip. "That's what you wanted, isn't it little pup?"

"Are you-Is this-"

Steven was cut off by a kiss, a palmed pressure to his cock, and he submitted to the push to put him on his back.

He had never kissed a God before and unbeknown to him, this one seemed to have the powers for everything.

Joe was hovering over him, sheets low on his hips, knees planted either side of his, and lips tackling to suck on one corner of his mouth and then slide over and punctuate the other corner.

There was certainly plenty of lip for the God to explore.

And Steven, with all his jitters from the attention, just let him do it. Let him love him like there was no tomorrow, and poke his tongue to initiate another kiss if he so happened to make a small gap that briefly detached the increasing shine of their mouths.

Delicately at first, because he didn't want to make a wrong move, Steven felt for the defined stomach muscles with his fingertips. When he wasn't batted away, he experimented with flat palms and then swept them behind to pull the strong back down to cure his needy body.

Joe made a noise that was muffled in his mouth like he was enjoying being worshipped. Like he was enjoying the recognition of his physique from the skinny guy (with a hint of toning) that lay beneath him. That same skinny guy who was trying to rub against the hand on his cock and impatiently alternate a flat foot with curling toes on the sides of his calves to get his pyjama bottoms down his legs.

It wasn't working.

Steven just kept knocking into Joe, who then kept deepening the kiss, and then didn't move his hand.

When the God pulled away for good, Steven was a panting mess. Aroused and dazed, he blinked rapidly at the man who had kissed him breathless, the man on all fours with both his hands on the pillows either side of his head, and how he was curling his lip between his teeth.

Steven dared a glance down.

Ignoring his own, he found out Joe was just as pleased as him. He was just acting a lot more reserved about it and not shuffling and whimpering every other second.

"Did I-" Steven gulped at the considerably large, and very stiff cock very close to his own. He flicked his wide eyes up. "Did I...do that?"

Joe didn't actually reply in words. He just pushed his lips into a smirk, lowered his muscular mass down to perform a teasing rub, and made Steven turn to mush.

Eyes screwed shut, his head pressed harshly into the pillow, Steven's hands could no longer rest on smooth skin, and he could do nothing to desist the mouth that took advantage of his exposed throat.

"Fuck you," Steven moaned, savouring the bare hard-on that touched each side of his strained cock. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."

After a line of sweet kisses to the dip in his collarbones, Joe was sliding the intrusive pyjamas down shaky legs.

It was a relief to be finally naked, yet feel so warm and safe, but there was something that just didn't add up.

Like it was too good to be-

"Just so you know," Joe started, gently letting go of his ankle. "My cock is bigger than yours."

Horrified by the statement, because his penis was his pride and joy, Steven looked over his own rising chest.

There was no longer anything covering the God who kneeled either side of his calves, just a tanned hand wrapped tightly around the base of his thick cock, to which he slowly unclasped for full viewing.

Steven shouldn't have felt the twist of butterflies when he was trying to be upset over this...fact, but when someone like Joe- only Joe wanted to boast about his size, it just made the need to cum a pathetic desperation.

"Please," Steven whined, throbbing at the faint hint of a vein that trailed the underside. He was too hard to care about the fact he was probably dribbling a bead of precum because of what he was witnessing. "Please Joe. Do something- anything...to me."

The God happily obliged, taking a more comfortable position and eagerly making his lips ready and wet.

Steven could barely take any more build-up. The heat from his erection was making him sweat. The very scene of the love of his life carefully smoothing hands up his rising thighs and smiling when he squirmed, was combining every single dream into an ultimate fantasy that felt so...

Real.

So when he saw the halo of Joe's hair instead of the angles that made his face so handsomely unique, he knew he was pretty much done for. It would be any second now and every tense, every shaky breath, every accidental bash to the God's leg (no, not his cock 💀) was about to be-

"You good?"

Steven reluctantly opened one eye. His face must have been scrunched up, because he was drowned by a concerned frown.

"Just never-" He grunted, shifting his hips. His speech was stiff. "Received a blowie by a God...that's all."

Said God broke into a toothy smile, taking the words as a great compliment.

Steven wished he didn't because it was so naturally pretty, with the not quite symmetrical indents stretching around his mouth, it hurt.

"Well..." Joe gently wrapped a hand around the awaiting cock to force it straight. He was still smiling, just a little bit more smugly. "There's a first time for everything."

The audacity. The casualness. The confidence.

It all just pissed Steven right off for opening his huge mouth in the first place.

"Fuck yo-oh fuuuck!"

A flat tongue registered on the tip of his dick. It was enough to make him suddenly jerk, but Joe slapped a hand on his tummy to keep him still.

Not dominantly or aggressively, but Steven knew his place and that was lying flat on his back whilst having his sins drawn out of his cock...by a God.

Joe teased his tongue up the entirety of the erect length, nudged the subtle bumps of foreskin with his thumb because that and his fingers were never too far away, and essentially no area was unattended to for more than...five seconds.

Five seconds too long in Steven's opinion, who was pleading for his cock to be addressed properly and yet somehow denied each time.

"Please," Steven begged again, tossing his head on the pillow. He was sick of the sound of his whiny voice. "Just suck me off already- I can't...I-I'll cum if you-"

Joe took him by surprise with a firm left hand and a warm mouth taking their halves. But he was shaken further when that hand retreated to massage his tight balls, and the tip of his cock was being welcomed deeper down the throat.

It shouldn't have worked, in no universe would someone not have gagged, but this Joe was a wild sex God and a physical work of art.

There didn't seem to be anything he couldn't do.

"I'm so close," Steven panted, adding little thrusts of his hips to optimise the experience and make it a well known fact that this was the best blow job he had ever had.

Because watching Joe take his cock so beautifully made him desperate to watch every last bit of his cum swallowed down in thirsty gulps. It would probably spill from the short and powerful bursts, but then he could watch Joe sensually lick back up, run his tongue between his neat lips to catch a white drop on the corner and then-

"Fuck!" Steven cursed impatiently, as he was left tight and unrelieved. "I was about to...I-I was about to-"

Joe had crawled back up, shut him up with a kiss, oh, and just so happened to start rubbing their slicked tips together.

Steven didn't say angry for very long.

"We could do this everyday, if you just told me how you feel," Joe said softly, gently bumping their foreheads together and flattening all the messy loops of hair that got caught in the middle. "I know you love me."

Grabbing onto the elegant neck displayed above him, Steven padded down to grasp at tense shoulders, because focusing on the hand that loosely held both their cocks together, how it made him jitter and moan with every little movement, and be reminded of his desperate crush, was just a lot to...process.

"H-how?" Steven bit back a noise forever chasing his orgasm, "How do I...do it?"

The God smiled and deliberately pushed his face closer, just so it wasn't actually possible to see anything other than him.

"You stop dreaming about fucking me and actually do it."

That was it. The 'too good to be true' confirmed in a heartbeat. A broken heartbeat that put a soul-crushing perspective on the heavenly setting.

It was just a figment of imagination's finest work.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

"So you're not...real?" Steven realised sadly, flicking between the two brown eyes rimmed by dark lines of lashes. "I'm still...dreaming?"

In a single moment of understanding, his libido had disappeared along with all pressure of being touched.

He didn't even feel hard anymore. He didn't feel...anything anymore.

"Wake up, pup." Joe kissed his sadly drooping mouth briefly, before pulling away to stare at it instead. "But don't lose the pout. I love the pout."

Having his pout commended was the last thing he cared about, because Steven didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to go, fade away, and have to live his sad little life with unrequited feelings.

He wanted Joe. Joe, who was now looking at him strangely and probably harnessing some gifted power to read his mind.

"You might wanna change your jammies too," he advised, looking down with an annoyingly guilty expression. It did not help the plummeting mood. "And definitely hide that pillow."

Conquered by his miserable silence, that was the last image Steven saw and the last piece of dialogue he heard in his made-up heaven, because he had woken up and was blinking at the silhouettes of furniture in his bedroom.

As warned by his 'Sex God', there was a damp mess in his pyjamas and his ankles were clamped tightly around a pillow that was held between his legs. And because his breathing was still elevated, and his skin felt sticky and flushed, he must have only just embarrassed himself of another shot of his pointless love.

With a brief hope that the beginning of his dream was real, Steven did look over his shoulder, but there was no Joe lying next to him.

That left side was cold and empty, as always, and however much he wanted it, that space would never be filled.

In this jealous world, they were just bandmates, and only in his dreams were they lovers.

Life sucked like that, and sometimes, it was just how it was meant to be.

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