Title: Mature
By CrazedHumor
Rated: M
Summary: When Jeff married into their family, he gained a lot more than he had ever agreed to… or thought he wanted as desperately as he did now. AU. Niff.
A/N: This is based off a very old story I read a few years ago. (The first chapter is really the parallel, from here on out we’re wingin’ it.) I’ve been meaning to write this since this summer and due to the abundance of things that I’m currently working on, this will be updated when I can get to it and the chapters will remain short and to the point (though maybe not as short as the prologue) so I don’t have the same situation that I have with.. many of my other fics. XD Probably going to use this as my smut outlet outside my rps.
Not BETA’D because I’m too impatient to wait for Holly to wake up. :|
Warning: This story may be found offensive to some. I do not codone the following acts. I merely write this to tell a story.
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Prologue
Jeff leaned against the headboard of their queen sized bed and crossed his ankles beneath their new sheets. His hand ran through his hair as he reached inside their bedside table for the flimsy piece of put-together papers. He smiled softly as he ran his finger over the bubbled title of the comic book, remembering all the years he had had it. It was surreal thinking that this small piece of almost nothing had survived his life up until this point, tagging along even through his new marriage.
He flipped open it open and ran his eyes down the page, looking at the different shapes and people he had inked into his mind. He had gotten teased for this side of him on more than one occasion. A guy his age shouldn’t be reading things like sci-fi adventures, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind. He enjoyed it, so why worry about what other’s thought?
Thankfully, Danielle was able to overlook it.
“Hey.”
Glancing up, Jeff saw a brunet boy standing at the door.
Nick nodded toward him and glanced down at the thing in his hands. “What’re you reading?” He stood on his toes. “Looks like Punisher issue 53.” He quirked a brow, leaning against the door frame. “How’d you manage that? I haven’t even read that one.”
Jeff’s brows furrowed as Nick spoke, surveying him. When he thought about it, he didn’t really know Nick that well. Nick had always had this barrier up as soon as he had started dating Danni. They talked on rare occasions and Nick normally spent his spare time in his room or out with friends. “Yeah…” His lips quirked up and he glanced back at the comic. “I kinda collected them growing up. Punisher’s never been my favorite, but the detail’s pretty awesome.” ‘Pretty awesome?’ What are you, 17 again, Jeff? He shook his head and cleared his throat. “I have a bunch in the basement now if you-” When he looked back up, he found Nick farther in the room, just as the edge of the bed, eyes on the hands that were sitting in his lap. “Uh, I have a bunch in the basement if you wanted to take a look some time.”
Nick’s lips turned upward and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great.” He shrugged and stuffed a hand into the flannel pants that hung low on hips and flashed a teasing patch of skin between the band of his sweats and shirt. “Mom always use to get on me about that before you came along. She never liked that I’d spend all my money on them.”
Jeff tried to focus his eyes, to make sense of the words on the page, but they kept becoming a jumbled mess that didn’t make sense in the least. Probably because Nick’s finger was now brushing against the bed, just next to his leg… “She’s smart.” His eyes flickered toward the door, the sound of running water washing out anything else coming from the small connected bathroom.
“You know,” Nick said. “I timed it once.” He licked his lips. “Pretty sure the shortest shower she’s taken was about 45 minutes.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and sat at the edge of the bed, just next to Jeff’s legs. “Better be ready to face the wrinkled beast.”
Jeff met Nick’s gaze with a smirk. “I have a few times before.”
Nick nodded before his eyes scanned Jeff’s face. “You know what’s weird, dude? You don’t look your age at all.”
“Really? How old do I look?”
Nick sighed. “I don’t know. Twenty four, twenty five. Depends on the day and whether or not you have a shirt on.”
Jeff closed his comic book, sudden awareness at how close they were and how small the room was, invading his senses. “You don’t always look seventeen either.” He placed the reading material on the bedside table, eyes doing their best to look at anything other than the boy near his hip.
Nick grinned. “That’s a compliment, right? And hey.” He pointed toward the blond. “I turn eighteen in a few months.”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “You look about thirteen right now.”
“Really?”
“Really, man.”
Nick’s eyes wandered. “Then, since I’m thirteen, that means I can do this, right?” Suddenly he spun and pounced at Jeff, hands wandering his upper naked torso as he searched for a spot his fingers could dig into and take some sort of laugh from Jeff.
Jeff instantly spasmed, his arms clinging to his sides until he finally reached out to retaliate, finding Nick and tugging him forward so he could seek revenge. “I don’t…think so.” He watched as Nick laughed uncontrollably at him, contouring under his hands until he could find leverage.
“That’s cheating!”
Jeff grinned. “It’s not cheating, it’s strateg-.”
He gasped, his hips suddenly bare and muscles strained.
Nick’s fingers were wrapped around his cock.
“Is this strategy too?” Nick grinned, teeth showing as he squeezed gently and let his fingers slip down until they rested at his base.
Jeff’s eyes rolled, cock pulsing as he watched the brunet’s tongue sneak out to glide against his lips. “N-Nick…”
Nick, proud of himself from gaining the sound of Jeff’s shaken voice, hushed back at him. “Ssshh.”
His fingers glided up and down his cock, pulling at the skin and causing his hips to spasm.
Barely, reality registered in his mind. “Please, don-”
His hand moved faster, finger swirling around the head of his dick before sliding in long sweeps.
Jeff closed his eyes. His hand was so firm and gripping him in heat… Fucking…
There was a shift in the bed and when he opened his eyes, he found Nick between his knees, mouth inches from his cock.
“I wont tell if you don’t.”
And then Jeff was submerged in this fire.
Nick’s teeth scraped against the sides of his cock, as he felt every vein and part of him slide against the roof of his mouth, his tongue… His breathing picked up, heavier, as he panted and tried to gain some type of momentum to push him off. “Oh, god.”
Nick hummed around him, lips moving to hook around the head of his dick as his fingers worked the base, saliva easily letting his movements become slick and fast.
The sound of the shower reached Jeff’s ears.
Vaguely he thought about how wrong this was. This was his step son. His wife was twenty feet away. He should be pushing him off. He shouldn’t have let it get this far. Prison, labels, fines, penalties: all of these flashed through his mind as the thought about what would happen if they were caught. “We can’t. No, this is… Can’t happen-”
His mind was screaming at him. He needed to do something, anything to get the teenager off of him, but his hands remained at his sides and strength left him with every sound of breath that he heard leave Nick through his nose and every erotic smacking sound of his lips around his cock.
There was a groan around him and when he looked down, he noticed the way Nick’s head was bobbing, the saliva and pre-cum coating his lips as he continued to slip up and down him. Jeff gripped at the sheets and as he felt a tongue press against the tip of his dick and causing pressure to build, he found himself loosing his battle, hips thrusting forward sharply into Nick’s mouth. “Shit,” he managed in a hoarse whisper.
Just then, Nick pulled away for brief seconds, his tongue reaching out to slide all the way up the underside of his cock, collecting the cum that had leaked from the head. “Fuck, Jeff. You taste so good.”
Jeff lost it, the sound of his voice causing him to forget who and where they were as his fingers tangled in Nick’s hair, hips moving under his mouth in small circles as he looked for more friction in the slippery heat he was trapped in. Clenching his jaw, he scrunched his nose up and stared up at the ceiling, back arching off the bed as he tried not to buck his hips, but needing more.
Nick’s mouth left him, panting as he looked up at Jeff through his lashes. His hand continued to work him, squeezing and trying to pull the cum from his his cock. “Fuck my mouth.”
Jeff groaned as he was once again surrounded, his hips instantly caving into the order as they lifted over and over toward Nick’s mouth. The fine ridges of his cock brushed the back of Nick’s throat and the brunet’s eyes watered, but he remained still. His hand ran down Jeff’s hip to palm the sacs just beneath his dick, doubling the pleasurable sensations that were scattering across Jeff’s pelvis.
Nick sucked in breath through his nose, smelling the sickly musky sent of Jeff’s cum and accumulated sweat he had caused. It was so different from the normal smell of the sweet shampoo he knew he used. This was Jeff. Raw and unrestricted, he watched the skin of his stomach stretch and cave with every thrust, so different looking from the normal easy-going guy he had watched the first time they had met when Nick had literally ran into him on the way home from that house party. This was different form the girls and guys he had previously dated. This wasn’t some floozy to pass the time. He was a man and somehow different.
His fingers moved to grip Jeff’s hips, helping him thrust and keeping up a momentum. The small beads of sweat that covered the inside of his thighs, the straining muscles beneath his skin, working to come in him were all because he was causing Jeff pleasure. He moaned latched his lips, sucking deeply and listening to Jeff’s sigh before he let him move again.
He’d memorize it. Every sigh and groan that he got, he printed it in his memory because there was no telling if he’d get it again and he needed to remember every single detail if he got nothing else.
Jeff was struggling. His thoughts were working half between the pleasure he felt and the ludicrous position he was in. He looked down at Nick and watched how he took him, his young features molding around his cock and taking him so easily, without restraint. His aim so selfless and needing Jeff to get off as quickly as possible.
And then he felt something brush across his puckered hole, causing his legs to shake and fingers grip at Nick harder.
“Come in my mouth.”
And hell, did he.
An earth shattering spasm ran down the length of his body as he emptied himself. He ground his teeth together as he groaned lowly. Hips lifted off the bed and into the willing, tight as fuck, mouth that surrounded him. As soon as he could see again, he opened his eyes and glanced down at the brunet who was cleaning him, licking up the excess saliva and cum that had dripped down his chin.
Whatever the hell that was pulling him to do it, made him reach down and drag Nick up to his face, their breath hot and mixing between them. There was a small smile on the younger male’s face, upturned as he proudly showed off those swollen and red lips that had just been stretched around… Jeff leaned forward and ran his tongue from Nick’s chin to his lips to collect what he had missed, the salty mix between his own semen and Nick’s mouth on his taste buds. “Mmm…”
Nick beamed back at him in response and he took the lick as an invitation, connecting their mouths together and pushing his tongue against Jeff’s, hand coming up to press against his bare chest until he pulled away, breath heavy.
The blond mirrored the expression. He had just gotten a blowjob by him, so what was one more reason for him to go to hell? Gently he nipped on Nick’s lower lip, nudging his nose against the other’s.
Nick glanced toward the door just as the faint sound of the shower shut off. He stood and grabbed a few kleenexes from nearby and threw them at Jeff, who reached between his legs to get rid of what wetness had been left behind.
There was a snap of the shower door opening, followed by the soft padding of feet hitting tile.
What the hell just happened? Jeff couldn’t look up, his thoughts twisting and turning in his mind at what had just taken place. What the fuck did I just do?
Nick stood now in the doorway and he glanced over his shoulder, hand on the doorknob. His eyes were surveying Jeff’s position, his legs spread as he tried to clean up the mess.
“Night, Jeff.”
Gently, the door swung close and the handle jingled gently as Nick’s hand left it.
Jeff immediately turned to open the window just next to him to let the cool air filter in and rid the room of the sticky atmosphere they had created as he heard the sound of the sink faucet turn on and off.
The door opened some time later and the bed dipped behind him as a voice spoke in his ear. His eyes remained tight shut as he laid on his side.
“Out of it already?”
He murmured and shook his head farther into the pillow.
There was a press of lips against the back of his neck. “I’ll try and be quicker next time.”
Jeff, if not for the act of bluffing sleep, would have laughed pitifully. ‘I’ll try not to fuck your son’s mouth next time.’
