NSFW DJCom Fics

Handjob

Commander was woken up by the uncomfortable feeling of something poking his ass. He didn't think much about it until he shifted, and the prominence of the discomfort increased.

Eventually, Commander decided enough was enough and he rolled onto his back to figure out what exactly was poking him. He sat up and pulled back the sheets with a mildly frustrated huff. Afterwards, he looked down.

It didn't take long for him to realize what it was the moment his eyes flitted over to his sleeping husband. His gaze lowered down to...the source.

"Oh my." Commander sucked in a surprised breath. He could feel his cheeks turn pink from the sight.

DJ was spouting a very, very obvious hard-on. That was what was poking his rear. Commander swallowed thickly and looked away for a glimpse. He wasn't sure if he would be able to sleep with his husband's cock prodding him, so he thought for a moment.

Well.

He was sure DJ wouldn't mind if he offered some help...

Commander rolled over and began to gently shake his husband's shoulder. "Hey, DJ. My love. DJ. Honey. Dear. Sweetheart. DJ!" He whisper yelled.

DJ quickly lifted his head up after that last groan of his name. His eyes were lidded and groggy as he made eye contact with his wide awake husband. "Huh? What's up, babe?" He asked, sitting up a bit. He didn't even notice his predicament down there.

"Your dick is poking me and I can't sleep. Can I help you with it?" Commander grit out, evidently a little embarrassed at the phrasing. It was at that moment DJ realized that he was hard. His face turned a bit red at his realization.

"Oh... damn. Sure, go for it, Comm," DJ said all too nonchalantly. He certainly was more awake than he was a few moments ago, that was for sure.

"You gotta lay on your back. I can't reach down there when you're on your side."

DJ complied, admittedly quite excited for what was to come. He was now laying flat on his back with his head laid onto his pillow. His heart began to race as he watched his beloved husband quickly begin to work.

Although half asleep, DJ couldn't help but gasp when Commander palmed the outline of his cock through his pajama bottoms. "Fuck, baby, you're real desperate, aren't you?" He teased, voice gravelly from sleep.

Commander shot him a half-embarrassed, half-unamused glare before he promptly hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. He tugged downward, freeing DJ's hard cock from its confines.

Without a word, Commander brought his hand up to his mouth and spat into his palm, creating a makeshift version of lube. He hummed and began to stroke DJ.

"Shit..." DJ gasped through clenched teeth. Commander's touch always felt undeniably good to him, no matter how many times he had touched him before.

In between strokes, Commander would occasionally pause and trail a finger up and down the sensitive veins on his cock. That never failed to make DJ groan. Somehow, Commander always knew what kinds of touches would send his sensitivity into overdrive. He loved it. He loved everything Commander did for him and his pleasure.

His hips bucked up into Commander's hand the second his thumb swirled around his sensitive, pre-cum slick tip. Commander's uncovered eyes flicked over to DJ's flushed and sweaty face. "Is it good?" Commander asked, still working at his head. DJ wordlessly nodded, more groans and grunts slipping from him.

In Commander's head, he was fighting every urge in his body to give in and give his husband a blowjob. God knows how much of a mess that would make... but the thought was nice.

Apparently, he was making a face while deep in his fantasies, because DJ piped up. "Awfully concentrated on my dick, aren't you?" The stupid laugh in his tone made Commander turn red.

"Hush, you." Commander turned his attention to DJ's shaft, making DJ shut up awfully quickly. He slowly, gradually gained speed as his hand worked up and down his throbbing cock.

The sounds DJ made spurred Commander on even more. The intent on making him cum caused him to go rougher, faster. All the stimulation, as well as the lack of control while tired, eventually made DJ peak.

A loud, rumbling groan of Commander's name ripped itself from DJ's throat as his hips shakily jolted upward. Commander continued to stroke his husband's twitching dick through his climax, watching as thick ropes of cum spurted out and coated his hand.

By the end of his orgasm, DJ was entirely spent. Heavy pants filled the air and his hands were balled into tight fists. Thankfully, for Commander, his cock was already softening in his grip.

Then, in an act of tired impulse, Commander licked up all of his cum from his hand and swallowed it down. He didn't even notice DJ's wide eyes or slightly impressed expression as he cleaned DJ's mess up with his tongue. Commander really didn't want to have a mess to clean up in the morning, so his best option was to do it himself. Of course.

DJ's head fell back into the pillows with a soft thud. He was undeniably exhausted. He felt Commander's still slightly wet hands pull his pajama pants back up. 'How sweet of him to consider that,' DJ thought faintly. He couldn't really think... Commander seriously worked him up so quickly he could barely comprehend what happened. 

"Thank you for letting me help," Commander said. It was clear he was also growing tired, the lack of sleep already hitting him. He wiped his hand against himself, grimacing a bit at the action. He silently reminded himself to do the laundry in the morning. "You really needed it. You came a lot." DJ made a half hearted humming sound before rolling onto his side, partially beckoning Commander to come snuggle up.

He eagerly nudged himself into DJ's firm arms. He was happy to feel absolutely nothing against him and he sighed. DJ was quick to fall asleep, his arms soon going lax against Commander's soft form.

Commander spent the rest of his night sleeping peacefully with his husband (and without DJ's dick poking him in the ass).