NSFW DJCom Fics

Drunk

The stench of alcohol filled DJ's lungs as he sat down on the lobby couch, Commander right next to him. It was clear that Commander was very, very drunk. Well, to be fair, everyone was very drunk as well. It was a party after all.

Commander was probably more obviously drunk than DJ. His face was a bright red, the smell of alcohol was practically embedded in his clothing, and his sunglasses were lopsided on his face. It was nothing like the Commander DJ knew before. He was more relaxed (and certainly more bold).

Anyway,

Once they sat down, Commander felt DJ up sloppily. Drunken, out of character giggles slipped from his mouth. DJ couldn't tell if it was the whiskey or just plain excitement, but he felt giddy at the sight of the commander drooling over him. "You're so hot," Commander chortled, pulling himself into DJ's lap.

As Commander trailed a finger down DJ's broad chest, DJ groped Commander's ass with a toothy grin. Both were fueled by the alcohol and adrenaline pumping through their veins. Commander ground his rear against DJ's hardening cock. At that point, Commander realized that DJ already had a hard-on.

"Hah... are you hard?" Though the party's lights were fairly dim and only a couple strobes allowed for any visual guide, Commander's amusement was clear. DJ swallowed back a groan when Commander rubbed himself against his cock even more. An idea popped into Commander's head. "DJ, lemme suck you off," Commander slurred in between hiccups. "Please?" It appeared that just being able to touch DJ wasn't enough for Commander.

DJ felt his face flush. "Hell yeah, Comm." Maybe he was too eager but at the moment, DJ couldn't care one bit. He was finally getting a blowjob from the man of his dreams. Why would he reject it in the first place? With a slight fumble, Commander managed to get himself off DJ's lap. DJ's limbs felt like jelly as he watched Commander kneel onto the floor.

He couldn't believe his eyes. Out of everyone in this team, he really didn't think it would be Commander giving him a blowjob (not that he'd want anyone else per say). "You look good on your knees." DJ wanted to smack himself in the face for that.

However, instead of getting an angry reply, Commander just blushed and smiled. "Oh yeah? Well, wonder how well I'll look with my lips around your cock." The vulgarity of Commander's words made DJ's heart pound faster.

Commander's hands were shaky as he unbuttoned DJ's jeans and pulled down the zipper. A very prominent bulge showed through his black boxers. Commander glanced up from above his sunglasses, a small twinkle in his eye. His pointer finger dipped underneath the waistband and slowly, teasingly pulled down the underwear. DJ's length popped out and nearly smacked Commander's cheek. Precum glistened in the colorful strobe lights.

"Sh-Shit. You're fucking massive!" Commander's eyes widened. If it were possible, Commander's face would be even redder than before. "I don't know if I can fit this in my mouth." He slid his thumb across DJ's slit, smearing pre all over his head.

"We'll make it fit," DJ replied, voice heavy with lust. His self control was seriously waning, especially now that he was drunk. It was probably obvious what they were doing now. It's not everyday where the commander is seen kneeling on the floor with DJ hovering over him. Commander leaned forward and gave a couple of warm breaths on DJ's tip. DJ shuddered at the foreign sensation. DJ so badly wanted to ruin this man. "C'mon, Commander. Are you scared?" He teasingly prodded Commander's lips with his cock, enjoying the heated stare Commander gave him.

He gave a few tentative licks, sliding his tongue up and down DJ's slit. Once he felt he gained enough confidence, Commander put his lips around the head, swirling his tongue and sucking as if it were candy. DJ groaned loudly, tilting his head back against the cushiony couch. He heard a few wolf whistles from someone walking by (he didn't care to check yet he felt like it was Electroshocker). Commander pulled back with a muffled pop.