NSFW DJCom Fics

Booth

Commander was nowhere to be found. This was confusing as everyone swore they saw Commander standing right near DJ, who was placed at the very back, the farthest from any view. Hardly anyone could fit behind DJ so he was practically at the edge of the map.

Before another wave began, a nervous Gladiator walked up to DJ's booth, leaning his arms against the ridge of the turntables. "Aye, DJ, do you have any idea where Commander is? I'm afraid we might lose without him here," he mumbled, fiddling with his shirt. Unbeknownst to Gladiator, Commander was there. He was just kneeling behind DJ's booth, sliding his tongue over his slit teasingly.

DJs hands gripped Commander's hat tightly. "Uhm-" DJ swallowed back a groan, "I have no idea where he is. You shouldn't worry though. We will be- be fine…" Gladiator ignored the strain in his voice, just assuming it was also nervousness. Before Gladiator walked off to assist, he turned back around.

"If you see him anywhere, notify us, please."

With a tight smile, DJ nodded. His face was growing red as he felt hot puffs of breath against his cock. Gladiator cocked a brow and made his way across the map, standing his ground at the trail.

DJ let out a loud sigh of relief. His relief was quickly changed into irritation when he heard Commander chuckle. Commander swirled his tongue around DJ's tip just before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the slick head of his cock. He opened his mouth to snap at Commander but all that came out as an overly loud groan.

Mini looked at DJ with a confused expression. Instead of meeting his stare, DJ just turned the volume of his music up and tried to distract himself from the wet heat swallowing him down. His hands were white-knuckled at how much pressure he was pushing onto his discs.

DJ glanced down at the man below him. The sight of the leader on his knees and sucking at his dick made DJ bite his lip. The slurping sounds coming from the man were incredibly lewd despite how faint it was in comparison to gunfire and loud, booming music. Commander closed his eyes, scooching closer to DJ's legs. The leader's hands dug into DJ's black jeans, the fabric rumpling against his trembling digits. The tip of DJ's cock bumped the back of his throat, eliciting a muffled moan from Commander. DJ could feel Commander's throat contract around his sensitive member. 

The sensation made DJ growl with overwhelming desire. Commander's soft, wet lips and velvety tongue pulled more grunts and groans from the DJ.

DJ grabbed the back of Commander's head and held it close to his cock, thrusting into his open mouth. It was probably obvious what was happening but everyone was so focused on the battle that it went ignored (thankfully). Wet gagging sounds mingled with the music with every thrust. As DJ used Commander's mouth, Commander shakily brought his hands up to DJ's balls. The combined feeling of warmth and touching pushed DJ to cumming. There was hardly any warning as cum filled Commander's mouth, Commander's cheeks puffing out in surprise.

He pulled back with a couple of coughs and lolled his tongue out. Cum dribbled down his chin, some plopping against his lap, there was a strong contrast of white against deep blue which made DJ cringe. 'That will be a bitch to clean out, Commander is gonna kick my ass,' he thought to himself. The shorter man huffed while DJ came down from his orgasmic high. His hands were still clenched against DJ's pant leg. A massive thud brought the two back to their senses, Commander quickly trying to stand, only slamming his head against the top of DJ's booth. "Commander, are you good?" DJ said a bit too loudly which made a couple of people turn their heads.

"C...Commander? He was there the whole time...oh- oh no," Gladiator pursed his lips at the realization. DJ sheepishly smiled at the poor man and shrugged, helping Commander stand from his booth. Gladiator swallowed back a remark. "Sir, we won," he saluted shakily. His shielded eyes flitted down to the noticeable, drying cum splotch on his pants. DJ said nothing and just watched Commander brush himself off, fix his hat, and clear his throat.

"Good work everyone, another win means we are growing stronger every day!" He announced. DJ and Gladiator stared at each other, both wearing an expression of "what did you do". It seemed as if nobody else noticed the odd circumstances as cheers erupted from the excited crowd. Before everyone started to leave the battlefield, Commander quickly made his way over to the Gladiator.

…

"Do not mention this to anyone," he whispered. Gladiator felt sweat dribble down his face as Commander's glare bored into his (covered) eyes.

'I'm telling Electroshocker about this.'