i want you to want me * jeremy

[BRONX DEADMAN!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'LL DO ALL I CAN TO MAKE YOU HAPPY 655 WORDS // OUTFIT // I'M SORRY IT'S SO SHORT D: With a slight popping noise, Bronx pulled his mouth off of his boyfriend’s dick and grinned wildly. His mouth and throat were coated with… well, Jeremy, but regardless, the guitarist was quite pleased with his handiwork. Although it wasn’t a talent that he would go around bragging about to just anyone, he knew that he’d honed and perfected his blowjob-giving skills. The look on Jeremy’s gorgeous face only proved that fact. “So?” He asked, still perched somewhat awkwardly in the English guy’s bunk and in between his legs. “How’d I do?” He added cheekily, his mischievous grin appearing on his face all over again. Leaving Jeremy’s pants and boxers undone and pulled down, he started slowly working his way back up. He started by leaving a kiss on the other guy’s hipbone, trailing a couple more against his bare chest while simultaneously pressing his own body against JD’s. By the time Bronx found his boyfriend’s lips and left a quick kiss there, he had completely made himself at home on top of Jer, cuddling himself into his body. The guy always managed to look and smell so good to him; it was exceedingly difficult for Bronx to refrain from indulging like he just had. Hell, like he still was, grazing his lips along the other man’s jaw line and breathing in the scent that lingered on his skin. “Damnit all.” He cursed under his breath, abruptly pulling himself off and heading out of the bunk. “You’re too damn attractive, y’know that?” He commented as he made for the bathroom. Had he not made his quick exit, Bronx would most certainly have gone about getting Jeremy back ‘at attention’, so to speak. Without bothering to close the bathroom door behind him, he quickly rinsed his mouth out before chugging a glass of water. Since he hadn’t gone to the bathroom for any other reason aside from wanting to avoid getting too worked up so fast after already sucking him off, Bronx called it good after that and returned to Jeremy’s bunk. “Sorry doll, I had to get the salty taste out of my mouth.” He said, chuckling as he cuddled himself back up against JD’s body and made himself at home once more. He figured it was obvious enough that the taste of semen in his mouth was far from the actual reason why he’d jumped up and ran off to the bathroom so hastily. This time, he remained on his side; his body pressed against Jeremy’s side, one hand keeping his head propped up. The other hand had taken to wandering over the other man’s chest. “So, in all seriousness…” He started, tracing the lines and curves of JD’s chest and stomach with his fingers. “Where would that rate compared to the other blow jobs you’ve gotten from me?” He couldn’t help but smirk as he asked, even though he was genuinely curious about the answer. “I was trying really hard this time.” He fell silent then, waiting for the other man to reply before Bronx started up on some other topic. While he waited, he dropped his head down to cuddle with Jeremy a little better. He wasn’t sure whether the two of them would be within reaching distance for the rest of the day or not, but just in case, Bronx definitely wanted to get some cuddles in. He’d long since come to terms with the fact that his need for affection would never be completely satisfied or any substantial amount of time, but that was perfectly fine with him. “Do you happen to know where your smokes got to?” He asked somewhat suddenly. Affection wasn’t his only vice. “Mine are lost somewhere…” If he was being completely honest, he hadn’t even brought his cigarettes with him. He wasn’t about to admit to anything, but being with his boyfriend had been much too exciting for Bronx to remember anything other than his phone. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[JEREMY NICCALS!]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] my dirty little thing ○○○ it wasn't the pop sound that had made jeremy's face form in such a pleasure-bliss way; it had been the suction in which bronx's lips had made in order to make the popping noise. his chest rose and fell heavily with his breathing, eventually his eyelids working their way closed as he rasped to calm his lungs. his right hand was still gripping against the top shelf above the section where his mattress was from the pleasure, and with it washing away, he had forgotten to completely release it. it didn't help that he hadn't even been given a minute before he felt bronx's lips making their way up his body in such a familiar way. and the press of the other man's body against his kept his heart racing. it was hard not to moan at the kisses, and if it weren't for his slightly dry throat from the moans he'd already been forced to release, he just might've let a few slip in encouragement. between the dry throat and the distraction of his lips, jeremy couldn't even begin to think up a response to his question. he knew that he couldn't ignore it, especially since bronx had asked for a reason, but he was sure his boyfriend would realize that he needed a bit of a breather in order to grasp his tongue again. bronx's effort definitely had a lot to do with that. when bronx pulled away suddenly, jeremy's eyes snapped open. when he realized what was going on, he chuckled huskily under his breath, watching as bronx took his exit from the situation. his eyes only left his partner long enough to wiggle his boxers and jeans back up to his waist, lest one of the band's crew members decided to return. he didn't think anything of bronx washing his mouth out, at least, not until he returned and threw that poor excuse his way. it roused another chuckle, this one a bit more clear, and he propped his right arm behind his head under his pillow, and wrapped his left around bronx to tuck him more snugly into his side. "you're havin' a piss, yeah?" he asked, calling him out on his small fib. "never complained before 'bout how i taste, luv." he quickly threw in afterwards with a smug grin, letting his fingers slide a bit up the hem of bronx's shirt so he could make contact with the skin underneath. "hm?" jeremy glanced down at bronx, arching a brow, waiting for this seriousness to seep from his lips. it was hard to imagine bronx being completely serious about something, but he waited for the other man to lay whatever it was on him. when he heard the question, a more detailed one than the first one asked, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. closing his eyes once more, he rested his head back into the pillow and took in a deep breath, letting his fingers explore a bit more along his boyfriend's side. "well, m'still tingling, if that says anyfhin'. don't think i could put it on a scale, tho'.. s'kinda hard with your lips." at the end of his sentence, his smile turned a bit more promiscuous, opening his left eye to glance down at him. "you mean where they fell out of my pocket when you ripped my jeans off?" he questioned, slowly leaning over to reach for the pack of cigarettes. after a bit of delay because of his lack of will to get up, he slowly got ahold of the case and settled back beside bronx. flipping the tab up, he pulled out two smokes, putting one between bronx's lips, and another between his own. tossing them into the shelving unit, he switched it out for his zippo, lighting both of their cigarettes before setting it in to join his smokes. "was there a.. 'special' reason for the extra effort?" he asked with a curious tone, his second-hand smoke releasing with his words from his first drag, completely unphased about giving his boyfriend one of his own. "m'not forgettin' your bird's birthday, right?" bronx ○ 689 ○ outfit ○ sorry it's so crappy! next'll be betterrr D=

[BRONX DEADMAN!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'LL DO ALL I CAN TO MAKE YOU HAPPY 865 WORDS // OUTFIT // THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN THE FIRST POST! His mind may have been racing a mile a minute and he may have been jumping from one thing to another a little too frequently, but it was all because he was desperately trying to resist jumping Jeremy’s bones all over again. As much as he sometimes hated to admit it, the British accent, defined abs and hips and smooth hands were all together too much for someone as weak as Bronx to handle. There were times when he really tried to resist his irresistible boyfriend, either because he had to or because he didn’t want to seem so readily available to him. Try as he might though, Jeremy was one thing he couldn’t say no to for very long. Thus, after hearing all of JD’s groans and encouragement along with the pleasantly dirty feeling of having the man’s dick in his throat had him completely riled up. Once he’d jumped up and took refuge in the bathroom to cool down just a little bit, he could feel his own erection rubbing up against his jeans. Not that he minded, really. His own pleasure hadn’t been on his mind at any point during this venture, it still wasn’t now and his hang down would relax soon enough. Regardless, that’s all it had taken and Bronx was riled up and ready to go. In a few mere seconds, he was pressed against Jeremy’s body all over again, this time forcing himself to pull in a deep breath and begin the slow process of relaxing. He cuddled right into the other man, resting his head on Jeremy’s shoulder and letting his one hand rest on his chest. It didn’t take long before he was somewhat absently tracing the curves that made up his boyfriend’s chest and abs. His eyes closed too, as he tried to calm himself down. Unfortunately, JD chose that moment to mention again how he tasted. Instead of relaxing, Bronx only ended up thinking about how his boyfriend tasted. After that, he was reliving how Jeremy’s breath felt on his skin, how he smelled… most importantly, what he sounded like in a pleasurable moment. “Mmm….” He breathed quietly, a grin spreading over his features. “You’re right. You taste really good.” As if to prove his point, he slid his body on top of Jeremy’s once again. At the same time, he cuddled his face into the curve of the other man’s neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the skin. With their legs entwined once again, using one arm to prop himself up and his lips to kiss Jeremy’s neck, his opposite hand began to wander. His sole intention was merely to continue tracing the lines of his boyfriend’s abs, but it didn’t take very long before Bronx realized that his pants were pulled back up. He grinned again, pulling his head back to press one of those lingering kisses to JD’s lips. “Why’d you cover yourself up?” He asked, his hand wandering upwards again until he eventually used both of them to prop himself up. “I may have rewarded you a second time had you not done that…” Bronx kissed the other man one more time, before he backed off a little, but still refrained from sliding back down to where he was and into a drastically less provocative position. He found himself grinning yet again whilst Jeremy answered his question, thoroughly enjoying the sound of each word that fell from his lips. Truth be told, Jeremy could probably murmur anything to him in that accent and Bronx would react in the same ways. The fact that he was commenting on how good the guitarist was with his mouth only made it that much better. “Good.” He said, his tone showing just how satisfied he was with the answer. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Once the topic of cigarettes had been brought up, Bronx instinctively slid down to where he pretty much was before, the only difference being that this time he was a little bit more on top of the guy rather than pressed against his side. “Exactly.” He responded, smiling at him mischievously before JD adjusted to find the smokes in question. Bronx remained quiet whilst the two cigarettes were brought out and respectively lit, simply watching Jeremy’s expert hands as he pulled out each cancer stick and as he flicked the Zippo. Of all the things about him, the way he used his hands when doing something he’d done a thousand times was, for whatever reason, mesmerizing to Bronx and he never failed to notice. He pulled in his first drag and held it in his lungs for a couple seconds before he willingly removed his hand from the surface of Jeremy’s chest, clutching the cigarette between two fingers and blowing the smoke out with slow, measured movements. “You’re not forgetting anything.” He finally responded. As he thought about it, it was pretty funny how Bronx had stormed in unannounced and demanded not even to receive, but to give. “I just wanted your dick in my mouth, I guess.” He said after a beat of silence. He let out a laugh then, gently shaking his head at himself. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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