NSFW DJCom Fics

Scratches

*Slightly rushed. I tried to finish it in two days for my birthday. Ignore the consistency! :P

DJ turned around in the mirror to get a good look at his back. A smug grin was plastered onto his face as he took in the amusing sight. Long, red claw marks stretched down the length of his back. He looked back to his bed. Commander was sitting there, completely naked and with a red face hidden behind his hands.

"Seemed like you had a good time last night," DJ teased, pointing at the scratch marks. Commander let out a drawn out groan. He quickly pulled the blankets closer up his body, shielding his chest. His hands immediately darted back up to cover his burning face. "I'm not surprised that you're very vocal in bed." DJ winked.

"Shut your damn mouth." Commander's voice was muffled and clearly filled with embarrassment. DJ snorted at Commander and continued to ogle at the lines. He thought back to the cause and blushed.

The two of them were both pretty drunk.

Commander originally invited DJ to have a couple drinks with him just as a way to strengthen their bond. You see, they weren't the closest pair in the team. If anything, they were just friendly acquaintances. Nothing more, nothing less. The invitation was a massive surprise to DJ. Rarely anyone got a chance to genuinely talk with Commander, so DJ obviously took the invitation.

For a while they just talked about their lives. Commander explained why he joined the military, his home life, and how he gained his team. DJ happily listened, taking in each word with a plentiful amount of interest. Each sip of their respective drinks fuzzied their minds, it was a comforting warmth that ran through both of them. The presence of each other was just a plus.

However…as both of them began to get increasingly more drunk as time went on, their conversations easily dipped into /extremely/ different topics. It didn't take long for Commander to find himself being pinned up against the bar's table, kissing feverishly with DJ.

Their tongues slid against each other with sloppy, wet sounds. DJ could taste the wine Commander had. Soft, submissive whines poured out from Commander. Each sound that slipped made DJ's excitement grow. Commander's hands stroked DJ's back, occasionally grasping at the black tank top. Commander pulled back, a string of spit connecting their red, wet lips.

"Let's take this somewhere more private," Commander told DJ, a coy smile on his face. DJ returned the smirk and stepped back, allowing Commander to stand up. Once standing, Commander grabbed onto DJ's hand tightly. The shorter man tugged DJ out of the room, down the desolate hallway, and to the door of his room. A gold plate glimmered as DJ's visor light hit it. The plating read: Commander. Commander fumbled a bit with the doorknob, eventually pushing it open. The two stepped inside his room, giggling like a couple of teenagers.

DJ gently closed the door behind him, making sure that it was securely shut and locked so nobody would interrupt (that was probably the most intelligent decision DJ had ever made). After he was sure the door was locked, he turned to Commander. Commander was gazing warmly at him, almost beckoning him over.

In the heat of the moment, DJ proceeded to pin Commander against the bedroom wall, a resounding thud in the air. He captured Commander's lips once more, this time with more confidence. Commander let out a moan into DJ's mouth as he nipped at Commander's bottom lip. Kissing eventually morphed into quick, messy grinding as they frotted against one another.

There was a very visible tent in their pants once they pulled back for air. Commander sputtered a bit at the sight of DJ's throbbing erection straining against his ripped jeans. He reached down to DJ's pants and gently tugged at the waistband, silently asking for permission. DJ growled.