| Title: Packing Author: Jo Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal/Josh Hartnett Rating: NC17 Summary: Josh is helping Jake move. Disclaimer: This so never happened, and if you think it did, I suggest you go buy a dictionary and look up the word 'fiction' kthx. Notes:
"Leave it." "What?" Jake asked, blinking as he started to straighten. He stopped again when Josh's hand applied pressure. A roll of packing tape appeared beside him, and Jake stared at it. "Hold this. Both hands." Jake's fingers were curled around the tape before he could really think about it. "What're --" "Don't let go," Josh said, hand shifting from Jake's back to his hip. His free hand slid around, down, and nimble fingers began to unfasten Jake's jeans. "Josh…" Jake started to turn his head. "Tape," Josh said, voice a whipcrack of command, and Jake found himself obeying without protest. Both hands gripped the tape so tightly that the hard edges dug into the creases of his palms. "No matter what I do," Josh continued, soft brrr of Jake's zipper accompanying his words, "don't let go." A shiver rippled up Jake's spine at the dark promise in Josh's voice. They were supposed to be packing, ferfucksake, not… Okay, so maybe they were. His body jerked as his jeans were yanked over his hips and dragged down his thighs. Through it all, Josh never said a word. Neither did Jake. He didn't move, either, or let go of the tape. He knew better. If he did, Josh would stop, and that was the very last thing that Jake wanted. So he held his silence as he held the tape. And his breath. Quiet rustling, soft breathing, then a quiet thump. Jake refused to look over his shoulder. Instead, he focused his eyes on his hands and bit his lower lip. C'mon, c'mon… Warm air puffed over his hole, and Jake shivered again. There was a soft flicker, an almost, but-not-quite, sensation, and then Josh's tongue, soft and warm and wet, stabbed into him. Jake whimpered -- whimpered, man -- like a fucking girl. Slow, sleek jabs alternated with butterfly fast licks until Jake thought he was going to pass out from sheer sensory overload. His knees threatened to buckle a few times, but sharp bites delivered to the back of one thigh or the other kept him upright and trembling. "Gonna…fuckin' kill me…man…" Jake managed to grit out as strong hands spread his cheeks so Josh could spear his tongue deep. Fuck… Each thrust of that wicked tongue sent Jake hurtling towards release, and Josh hadn't even touched his cock yet. Could you even get into Heaven if you died while your boyfriend was eating your ass? Jake didn't know, but he had a damn good idea that he was about to find out. Then, every single thought, rational or otherwise, vanished when Josh reached between his thighs to gently squeeze Jake's balls while that clever tongue fucked his ass. With a hoarse cry, Jake came so hard his entire body went numb. He was given no chance to recover before hard fingers dug into his hips and Josh was buried, balls deep, inside him. Ohgodohgod… It burned and hurt and felt so damn good that Jake knew he wasn't going to survive. And Josh held nothing back. Each brutal thrust slammed into Jake, lifted him up to his toes. He could practically feel the bruises forming on his hips -- bruises in the exact shape of Josh's fingers -- and those sharp teeth added a few more bite marks to his neck and shoulders. It all hurt. And it was the most sublimely exquisite thing that Jake had ever felt. Through it all, Josh's voice whispered in his ear, nastyhot things that licked along Jake's nerve-endings and set his blood on fire. So damn good when Josh was in this mood, when Josh claimed him, treated him like a dirty little whore. Jake loved every fuckin' second of it. His fingers were numb from his grip on the tape, but Jake didn't care. Didn't matter, man. All that mattered was that Josh didn't stop. Don't ever stop… Each thrust rocked him forward only so Josh could drag him back into the next one. Jake whimpered, moaned, body arching and twisting like a cat in heat. Then…finally… One hand wrapped around his aching cock, slid up, twisted, and Josh whispered "now" in his ear. That was all it took. Another harsh cry, Josh's name this time, and the world went white, then black. Jake came to, covered in sweat, muscles quivering, with Josh still buried deep inside him. "You can let go now," Josh murmured, punctuating the words with a soft kiss to Jake's nape, and Jake could feel the dark smile against his shoulder as he uncurled stiff fingers from the roll. He couldn't help but smile himself as Josh shifted against him, hips now moving in tiny, shallow thrusts. And here he'd thought packing would be a chore…
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