NSFW DJCom Fics

Meeting

It was another boring meeting. DJ, who was sitting next to the Commander, was incredibly bored. His friend Engineer was actually listening to her girlfriend and wasn't in the mood for chaos. He tapped his fingers mindlessly against the wooden table, sighing dramatically. DJ glanced at Commander and flicked his shoulder. After a couple of flicks, Commander turned in his chair. "Commander, I'm so boreddd..." DJ whispered, tugging at Commander's jacket. "Help me."

"We are in a meeting, you'll have to wait it out. I'm sorry," Commander hummed before facing Medic once again. DJ groaned and leaned back in his chair. His moment of frustration was cut short when he felt a finger lightly trace his crotch from under the table. DJ jolted in his chair and his eyes darted down to realize the hand was connected to Commander. 'You bastard...' DJ swallowed, suddenly trying to focus on the meeting. Commander's hand cupped his hardening cock in a teasing manner. A tent in his pants was incredibly obvious and Commander just smiled, still looking at the presenter. DJ watched as Commander's fingers quietly undid his belt and slipped into his jeans. DJ held back a moan as Commander thumbed his dick through his boxers.

The fear of getting caught and the excitement of the situation pumped through his veins as Commander just nearly went into his underwear. But, alas, his fingers only teased his clothed and straining cock. DJ was breathing through his nose in hurried huffs. Unfortunately, someone noticed this strange behavior. Mini leaned over the table with a cocked brow. "You good there man? You look a little red," he asked, worry tight in his face. As DJ opened his mouth to reply, Commander wrapped a hand around DJ's girth through the clothing. 

"I- uhh! I'm fine. Don't worry," DJ said through gritted teeth. He smiled awkwardly as Mini looked away unconvinced. Commander started stroking slowly, his cock twitching gleefully at the attention. Sticky wetness was starting to form through the black underwear in which Commander would occasionally press against the head of his cock just to get more precum. DJs leg bounced in concentration as he bit his lip bloody. And then...

"I believe that concludes our meeting today. Thank you Commander for letting me take control," Medic smiled warmly and Commander stood, leaving DJs cock alone and begging. As Commander stood to shake her hand (with the other, cleaner one) DJ quickly zipped up his jeans and sat there stiffly. He watched as everyone filed out of the room in bunches, Electroshocker staying behind a minute longer... just staring at DJ with a knowing glint in his goggles. Eventually, Electroshocker left and DJ whipped his head around at a smug looking Commander. His face was hot with sexual frustration and excitement. The larger man stood up and made his way over to the Commander, promptly grabbing his hips and pushing his ass against his cock.

"You are such an asshole," DJ grunted as he rolled his hips. Commander was pressed into the table, his palms facing down. "You drive me insane."

Commander's chuckle morphed into a moan when the DJ's large hands palmed his ass. "I couldn't help it. You wanted- mmh... you were bored." Commander felt DJ's length prod his clothed rear and grinded against it, a smile finding its way on his face once again. "A-Ah, keep doing that," Commander moaned when DJ sped up his ministrations. "Shit, why are you so good at this?"

DJ didn't reply as he could feel himself grow closer and closer to release. He rubbed himself against Commander's soft ass until finally warmth shot through him and he came inside his boxers. He stopped grinding and stepped back a small amount, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his forehead.

"What?! DJ!! I haven't cum yet!" Commander whined, his own cock was pressing against its confines, a healthy stream of pre beading at its slit. DJ shook his head and ran a hand down Commander's jawline as if he were teasing him.

"No way. I'm leaving you like this, you've teased me too much today and this is your punishment," he snickered. Commander growled and tried to push himself into DJ's hips but to no avail. DJ moved back with a pleased hum. "Sorry, babe. You're gonna have to wait it out."

DJ then walked out, his cum had left a noticeable wet spot on his crotch. Commander trailed behind him with a frustrated scowl. Unbeknownst to the both of them, Electroshocker hadn't left the area and watched the two go at it, a little (admittedly shitty) camera in hand. Eh, whatever. They'll never know.