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#13 and #18 (Accidental stimulation and daddy kink)
Having been best friends since childhood, John and Alex naturally ended up at the same college, in the same dorm. It was a great arrangement, except when Alex had to hear John bringing girls over. But that hadn't happened a lot lately, much to Alex's relief. He didn't expect John to feel the same way he'd felt since... well, since forever, but it still hurt to see him with other people. Sometimes he doubted his choice to live with John, being so close to something he wanted but couldn't have.
Alex and John made a habit of sitting on John's bed with his laptop, watching movies, and tonight they were celebrating the semester's end with a Lord of the Rings marathon. Since it was starting to get hot out, Alex was only in a T-shirt and boxers, and John wasn't wearing anything but sweatpants. Alex was currently doing a great job of pretending not to see the outline of John's dick.
When the movie came to a lull, Alex picked up his phone and answered a few texts from Washington before opening twitter. He liked and retweeted a few things, got in his usual internet arguments as he half-listened to the movie.
"Alex,"
Alex didn't look up. "Hm?"
"You're on your phone all the time," John complained. "Just watch the movie."
"I am." Alex said defensively.
"C'mon, man, I know you've been arguing with 'firstnamebunchofnumbers' for the last fifteen minutes." John elbowed him lightly.
Alex rolled his eyes and smiled, elbowing him back. "Whatever, dad." He retorted.
John let it drop, much to Alex's relief. But minutes later, the bastard grabbed Alex's phone, holding it out of reach. "Hey, give that back!"
"Nah, I don't think I will." John drawled, deftly pressing the power button and shutting the phone off. Alex had to tell himself not to be distracted by the hint of a southern accent in John's voice.
"Asshole!" He complained, swiping at the phone.
John smirked, knowing his reflexes were faster than Alex's. "You wanted me to play the dad, so daddy it is,"
Alex swallowed hard, and tried to play it off with mock annoyance. "You mean if I called you 'daddy', I'd get my phone back?" That kind of joke between them wasn't new, so he wasn't worried when it slipped out.
He could have sworn he saw John pause at that, so briefly it was nearly imperceptible. But he quickly regained his teasing disposition. "Nice try," He watched with open amusement as Alex rose to his knees and stumbled forward, reaching for the thing. He held the phone behind his back, and Alex hurtled over to get it--
And then he froze. Because John had just let out a soft groan, and Alex didn't need to look down to know that he'd just accidentally pressed his thigh between John's legs. His cheeks flamed, and he sat back, mortified.
"Shit, I'm so sorry, John, I-"
"No, no, it's fine," John assured him. He glanced down at his slightly tented pants, then back at Alex. "I uh, I don't mean to be presumptuous or anything, but I, uh, if you want..." He glanced away and trailed off, looking uncharacteristically awkward.
In a moment of bravery, Alex touched John's lower thigh. "You mean..." He floundered for a joke or snarky comment to hide how nervous he was. "I could call you daddy?" He expected John to roll his eyes. But the way John's jaw clenched and his lips parted told Alex that he'd somehow hit the right mark. He hadn't touched John yet, but he could see the man getting even harder.
"You could." John said simply. He moaned when Alex's hand found his erection and rubbed it slowly.
Alex thought for a moment, wondering how far they could take this. "Can I kiss you... Daddy?" He asked, pleased to find that the words felt natural on his lips.
"Yes, baby boy, you can," John said, his voice dropping to a low growl. Alex leaned forward for a heated kiss. Alex jumped when John reached for his own bulge, giving it a firm squeeze. He pressed on, holding the kiss and straddling John's lap. He could feel the older man's erection prod his thigh. John seemed to gain more confidence, as he tugged off Alex's shirt. Alex rocked up into him, no longer trying to quiet his heavy panting.
Alex had to pause to look over John's shirtless form, which he'd tried so hard to resist doing for so long. John was bulky, his shoulders, chest and arms thick with muscle, sporting a perfect six pack. He had a stupidly perfect fan fiction body, and judging from what Alex could feel through the sweatpants, John's cock wasn't half bad either. Alex's own frame was skinny and wiry, he had muscle, but it wasn't well defined. He felt small and unimpressive, until he saw John looking at him like something to be devoured.
"What do you want me to do?" John whispered to Alex's neck. "Tell me what you want daddy to do for you."
Alex whimpered as John sucked a mark into his skin. His head spun, he had no idea how this had happened so fast. "I want you to fuck me." He replied, barely breathing.
"I'll make you scream so loud the neighbors can hear," John gave Alex's ass a possessive squeeze. "You're gonna look so good, laying down and taking my cock."
He flipped them so he was laying over Alex, still kissing his neck and tugging down his boxers. Alex did the same for John, so that their bare cocks could rub together. It was dry and uncomfortable, but felt good nonetheless. Alex felt like he was floating above them, watching John shuffle through his nightstand drawer for lube and a condom.
"So, we're really doing this?" John's words pulled Alex out of his trance. Alex nodded breathlessly, watching John uncap the lube. "Yes or no?" John pressed.
"Yes, if you—"
John silenced him with a kiss. "Of course I do," he said. "Now let me prep you."
"Sounds like a plan." Alex winced at his own awkwardness, but was quickly distracted as two slick fingers were slipped inside him. He cursed.
"You've... done anal before, right?" John clarified.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Yes, John, I have."
John raised his free hand. "Just checking," he said, then his face and tone changed as he added. "And you're not calling me John tonight."
"Yeah, sorry Daddy." Alex said, the submissive lilt apparent in his own voice. He felt a third finger prod his rim. "Don't,"
John immediately froze. "I want you to stretch me," Alex clarified. "I want you inside me, daddy."
John let out a shuddering breath, then pulled his fingers out. "Ask nicely, and I'll think about it."
"Come on, you know you want t—"
John grabbed Alex's chin. "Not with that attitude," he growled. Alex felt his cock throb, and he knew John noticed. "Now, ask nicely,"
Alex wanted to put up more of a fight, but he was so desperate that waiting for another second would kill him. "Please fuck me," John didn't respond, and Alex quickly added. "Daddy."
"That's a good boy." John praised. His composure wavered as he pushed into Alex, groaning as Alex clenched around his cock. He hadn't been with a guy for some time now, and the impossible tightness was pure bliss.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut, reeling from the shock of pain and pleasure. He had little experience with being fucked in the ass, and John was pretty big. The stretch, the feeling of being filled to the brim with a hard, pulsating cock, knocked the air out of his lungs. He could feel John’s eyes on him, watching carefully as he squirmed and arched his back, adjusting to the feeling. He caught his breath and opened his eyes. “Move.”
John didn’t move, just looked at him expectantly. Alex was about to make another snarky remark, but then John gave the slightest twitch of his hips and—
“Please, daddy, please move,” Alex panted, squirming. “I need you to fuck me so badly, I—“
John twitched his hips again, and Alex cried out at the little burst of pleasure. “You promise you’ll be good?”
“Yes, daddy, I promise!” Alex wasn’t too caught up in the heat to feel embarrassment— in fact, knowing this submissive desperation was so removed from his stubborn, independent personality made his cock twitch again.
And apparently, it worked. John began to thrust into him, firm and steady, not too fast, not too rough. This was probably for the best, but Alex didn’t want the best. He wanted his sweet, mild mannered best friend to destroy his ass and make him scream. Even as John incrementally sped up, it wasn’t enough. He whined desperately, slapping both hands over the back of Johns neck.
“Good boy,” John said, his voice low and raspy with lust, his breath hot on Alex’s jaw.
“Faster, daddy,” Alex pleaded, not even caring how high and whiny his tone was. “Please, I want you to wreck me!”
John slowed down, and Alex twisted in complaint. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure!” He snapped, trying to push his hips up to John’s. “So just fucking—“
He cut off in an undignified moan when John grabbed Alex’s legs and propped them on his broad shoulders. With Alex’s thighs in a vice-like grip, he began a rough pace, pulling out slowly and slamming in as hard as he could.
“Alright, if that’s how you want it to be,” he said. “You want to be a brat, I’ll treat you like one.”
“Yes, daddy, I’m sorry, just don’t stop!” Alex cried.
“Maybe,” John pressed his lips to Alex’s collarbone, nipped at his skin as his brutal thrusts sped up. “Maybe if I pound you till you scream, you’ll regret talking to me like that.”
Having lost all coherent thought, Alex only moaned in reply.
“That’s what I thought,” John began to suck a mark on Alex’s collarbone, then his neck. He angled his hips and nailed Alex’s prostate again and again until Alex saw stars.
“D-daddy,” he half moaned, half sobbed.
John grunted, caught up in the act. “What, baby boy?”
“Daddy, I need to come. I need it so bad, please touch me—“
“You want me to jerk you off?” John smirked, his hand drifting between them, holding Alex’s cock in a feather light grip. “You want daddy to touch your cock? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please, yes,” Alex threw his head back and whines loudly.
“Of course,” John was more benevolent as he expertly pumped Alex’s cock, still pushing into him fast and hard. “Come for me, baby boy, any time now.”
That was all he needed. Alex jerked and twisted, feeling his vision go white as he climaxed onto his stomach and chest. He let out a sob, followed by a broken moan and a final cry of “Daddy!”
His legs wrapped tight around John’s waist, pulling his cock deeper inside him. John groaned and buried his face in the crook of Alex’s neck, shuddering as he also came.
“Shit,” Alex muttered.
“Shit,” John agreed, and they both chuckled. John winced as he started to go soft, carefully pulling out and removing the condom. After tying it off and discarding it, he lay down next to Alex. “I didn’t get too rough, did I?”
Alex rolled his eyes and smiled. “No, John, you were fine. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long it’s not even funny.”
“Same,” John pushed his sweaty curls out of his face. “I might have gotten carried away.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Alex stretched, stood up, and promptly stumbled over. “Maybe you can get carried away again sometime?”
John watched Alex head to the bathroom, pleased to see that he was limping. He smiled as his roommate shut the door behind him.
“Sometime.”