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Rude language
Sexual content
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As Muhammad drove to work, the thought never went away, it was slightly uncomfortable for him. He was supposed to meet Jean in a few minutes, how could he face him? He hesitantly stepped out of his parked car and headed towards the building. As he greeted the lady at the front desk and approached the elevator, there stood Malena. She was politely making sure the elevator door stayed open for Muhammad, it was a nice gesture, though, Muhammad still felt bitter towards her. He knew it wasn't her fault, but he felt, envious. It was tormenting, Malena was innocent, he should be mad at Jean if anything, but, he loved Jean, being mad at him felt wrong to Muhammad. The elevator soon stopped at Malena's office floor, as she got off she waved and the doors finally closed.
As Muhammad stood alone in the elevator, the anxiety hit him like a bus. God he almost forgot! He started to panic, he swallowed and as the elevator doors opened, he stepped out, instantly avoiding Jean's cubical, walking towards his office cabin. He finally got to sit at this office chair, the silence was nice, nothing incredibly noisy, nothing suspiciously quite either. Muhammad could hear the sound of the same old shoes Joseph wore for years heading towards the coffee machine, he was always there before anyone else, even himself. He started to work but was instantly interrupted by the sound of knocking. "Come in." He took off his glasses and looked up from his papers. "Ah! So you are here! You were so silent coming in." Joseph chuckled, "Just stopping by to say Good morning!" Muhammad smiled, "Good morning to you too, Mr. Joestar."
Joseph heard the elevator ding, he peaked back out the door and laughed "Morning Jean!" Muhammad froze, "Morning you old fart." Jean replied, waving as he walked off to his cubical. Joseph turned back to Muhammad, he raised his eyebrow at Muhammad's expression, he suddenly look anxious and worried. "Hmm? Somethin' wrong?" Muhammad shook his head, "No, I'm alright." Joseph nodded, excused himself and left to catch up with the others. Muhammad sighed as he put on his glasses and got back to work. Jean on the other hand, could barely even focus on work. He felt incredibly guilty, or, more like he felt he should, Muhammad had been avoiding him all day because of what happened yesterday, Jean didn't really know why though, I mean, he understands right? Why the hell why he so pressed about this? Jean sighed and got up to get some coffee, one thing that could get him to at least work. As he approached the coffee machine, he stopped in his tracks, Muhammad was standing there waiting for coffee, Jean instantly retreated back to his cubical, once again stuck.
It was getting late as Jean finished up the last of his work, Muhammad entered the elevator, and left, with out saying a word. 'Oh he's pissed..' He sighed and rubbed his temples, he soon finished his work and packed up, being the last one out. As he was driving home, Queen playing quietly on the radio, he felt bad about it, he just wanted to start over with Muhammad. The only person on his mind was Muhammad, he felt so hopeless. When he arrived to his apartment, getting out of his car, opening an umbrella, and walking over to the building. As he opened the door to his apartment, turning on the light, loosening his tie, and once again, flopping depressingly on his bed. He sighed, grabbed his phone, and dialed up Sherry.
"Hey Sher."
"Jean.... It's late what is it?"
"I need advice, again."
"Jean... Go to bed."
"What?" Sherry had hung up on him, clearly sick of his shit. Jean felt stuck again, he needed disclosure. He wanted to make things right, but he couldn't think of what he could do. Then, the thought hit him, just apologize, I mean, sure Jean didn't know why he was so pissed but waht could he do? He should take him somewhere, a bar? A nice dinner? As Jean was contemplating, he slowly fell asleep.
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Bar it is apparently, Jean anxiously stood in the elevator, awaiting to arrive at his floor. He had built up the courage to ask Muhammad to go to the bar with him, he planned to apologize there once and for all. The whole thing made Jean felt shitty, he understood if Muhammad didn't forgive him, Jean had previously made himself look like an idiot (Or so he thought) But this time Muhammad was really mad at him. As the elevator door slowly opened, his heartbeat quickened. He nervously walked over to his cubical, setting down his briefcase and starting his work, he looked around to see if Muhammad was around, he couldn't find him. He sighed and went back to working.
His heart almost stopped when he saw Muhammad walk past him, he quickly got up and reach his hand out, "Ah! M-Mr. Avdol!" Muhammad stopped and turned around, giving him a dark glare. He start to sweat, he froze, Muhammad rose an eyebrow. "Um, would you like t-to go to a bar with me? Like uh- G-Get a drink. Together, I mean." Muhammad turned around and sighed, then giving him a faux smile. "Sure, I'll be there, what bar?" Jean thought for a second, "Uh, I like the Red door." Muhammad nodded, "Great, what time?" Jean paused again, then started, "Uh, 6? 7 maybe?" Muhammad shook his hand, "Alright, I'll see you there." Jean nodded and smiled.
He was almost shaking as he sat back down in his chair, he was relieved that Muhammad accepted. He sighed, and smiled, soon the sound of a familiar voice startled him. "Hm? You guys going out for a drink? Can I tag along?" Jean turned around, once again becoming nervous. "Uh, well actually, I'd like it to just be me and Mr. Avdol." Noriyaki looked confused, "Why not?" Jean rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "W-Well, it's sorta personal." Noriyaki nodded, "Alright I'll leave you alone then." He walked past Jean and headed towards the printer. Jean's anxiety grew and grew, 'Jeez, tomorrow, I have to go and apologize to him- Wait. I- I didn't say tomorrow.' The realization hit him, everything stopped, he fucked up big time. "Shit."
'I have to meet this man today, TODAY?!!' He panicked, he wasn't ready for this, he was scared, he felt like even more of an idiot, "Why do I have to fuck everything up!?" He mumbled. He was stressing as he slowly did his work, he watched as the clock changed from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM. He instantly stood up and walked to get coffee, ignoring everyone around him. He was zoned out as the only thing on his mind was what he would say later today. He had 2 hours to think of something, Jean wasn't the best at improv, (In conversations and theater class) He had to think of an apology and fast. He was going back and forth mindlessly doing his work, with no regard for anyone else, and before he knew it, everyone was backing up and leaving. He breathed and tried to relax as he put his papers back in his briefcase. He got up and headed towards the crowded elevator, squeezing his way between his coworkers.
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He soon arrived home, taking off his shoes and approaching the couch. As he boringly watched the TV, he fidgeted with his tie. Jean could barely focus on the show he was watching, it was irritating, Jean decided to at least take a shower. As he got up and and headed towards his bathroom, he glanced at the clock, it read 5:30. "SHIT!" He started to dash towards his bathroom, quickly getting undressed as he ran. When he got to the door he was almost completely naked, he removed the last of his clothing and opened the door. As he turned on the shower, feeling the temperature of the water to make it just right, his phone rang. Jean walked over and picked it up off the sink counter, "Hello?" Jean was met with a strangely comforting voice. "Hey Jean! You busy?" An worn deep voice spoke through the phone, it was Joseph's. "Uh, yeah actually, why?" He heard Joseph groan in an annoyed manner, "Boo! I wanted you if you wanted to tag along with me for a party at my penthouse!" Jean sighed, "No, sorry, maybe next time?" Joseph once again made a loud dramatic noise, "Alright.. Fine.. Bye..."
"Bye." Jean set his phone on the counter and stepped into the shower, as the hot water covered his body, he pumped the shampoo onto his hand and started to rub it into his hair, as he angerly tried to scrub all of the gel out his hair, his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest, he continued to wash his hair trying to ignore the feeling, Jean felt childish for lying to Muhammad, well, technically he didn't lie, he just wasn't specific enough. He felt he should've just told him the truth and maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Overall Jean was confused, but he felt like he had to apologize. After he got out of the shower he quickly blow dried his hair, gelled it and combed it back. He went to his closet, soon opening it and looking through it. He soon picked out a black v neck shirt and jeans. As he was finishing putting his hair into his usual pillar-like hairstyle, he got a text from Muhammad, it read "I'm here waiting for you at the bar." At the sight of this, he started to rush finishing his hair.
Muhammad sat silently at the bar, sitting at a table by the entrance. As he waited for Jean, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, he didn't want to see Jean right now. He was still mad about what happened at the cafe, and he hated how he now has admitted feelings for Jean, it's extremely unprofessional to Muhammad, he started to feel anxious about why Jean askedh im to go here with him, just them. Sure, Muhammad would be pretty happy if Jean confessed his love to him, but that could cause complications in the workplace, rumors would start, Muhammad could get fired for it. Suddenly his thoughts scattered when Jean nervously sat down across from him.
"Ah, H-Hello Mr. Polnareff." Jean gave him an awkward grin. "Hello, Mr. Avdol." The silence dragged out till a waiter came and asked what they'd like. Polnareff looked up at the waiter, "Oh, I'll have a vodka with coke please." Muhammad stayed looking at Jean, "A whiskey please." The waiter nodded and left their table. Jean looked around and finally made eye contact with Muhammad. "So, how was your day?" Muhammad stared blankly at Jean. "Good." He said, with no sign of enthusiasm what-so-ever. "Good, good." The awkward silence once again dragged out until the waiter came back with their drinks. As Jean took a small sip of his, Muhammad drank half of his whiskey and set it back down slowly. Jean sighed, "I- I just wanted to apologize, I mean, I'm not sure what I did wrong, but you looked pretty upset about the whole thing so..." Jean waited for Muhammad to say something, he didn't. "...I mean, you understand right? You know, I- I like Malena and I got a chance to go on a date with her, so you know I canceled."
Muhammad finished his whiskey and stood up, "If that's all you wanted to say, then I'm going to leave now." He said bitterly, Jean stared at him unable to speak. "I-I well-" Muhammad sighed and stormed out of the bar. Jean stayed frozen in his seat, he panicked and quickly got up, "Mr. Avdol wait!" He yelled as he ran after him, Muhammad was already half way in his car, about to close the door, as he was shutting the car door Jean swinged it open. He stared at him out of breath, "Mr.... Avdol... Please, just-" Muhammad frowned and reached to close the door. Jean swatted his hand away and finally caught his breath. "Mr. Polnareff, I'm going home." Jean was now getting angry, "Just- Just tell me why you're upset with me!" He yelled. Muhammad was taken back by this, he stared silently with his mouth slightly agape. Their faces now only a couple inches away from each other. They both kept eye contact, both unaware they were leaning in closer.
Muhammad took a glance at Jean's lips, they looked so soft and pink, so terribly kissable, a million thoughts flooded his mind all at once, how much he wanted this, how much they shouldn't do this, if Jean even wanted too, what would the others think. But he could barely resist, and neither could Jean, Jean was staring into his eyes, he couldn't pull away from what was about to happen, it felt so strange but so right at the same time. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling around Muhammad's shoulders, their lips grazing at this point. Muhammad was being driven up a wall, he wrapped his arms around Jean and slowly tilted his head, and once he closed his eyes, their lips collided. The kiss was soft and small, far from what they both wanted, Jean tried to slowly pull away, immediately Muhammad pulled back him into a kiss.
This time it was deeper, and more passionate, Jean felt Muhammad's tongue invade his mouth, he could taste the whiskey Muhammad had drunk before. Jean kept trying to find away to get closer to him, practically climbing into his car at this point. As Muhammad slowly moved his hands onto Jean's waist, Jean was positioning himself on Muhammad's lap. Suddenly Jean's bottom had hit the steering wheel and honked the horn, both making them jump. They quickly pulled away, Jean now clinging onto Muhammad in fear, soon they both tapped into what they just did. Both now just staring at each other silently again. The temptation grew stronger, Jean looked Muhammad up and down, he never really saw Muhammad like this until now, all that torment, embarrassment, anger and stress before had disappeared, Jean wanted this more then anything, and had a feeling by the way Muhammad had placed his hand on Jean's thigh that Muhammad wanted it too.
Jean broke the silence, "Um... M-maybe we should find a better place to, um, continue." Muhammad blinked a couple times, soon snapping out of some sort of trance. "Uh, I-" He looked deeply into Jean's beautiful desperate blue eyes, he was lost in thought again, he couldn't say no, but he knew they shouldn't do this. "M-Mr. Polnareff, we- We cannot-" Muhammad was interrupted by the pleading disappointed look on Jean's face. It was over for Muhammad, he sighed, he slipped out from underneath Jean and got out of the car, walking over to the front seat on the other side of the car. "J-Just, drive me too my apartment." Muhammad said as he buckled, Jean frowned and nodded, he closed the door and started the car. As they both sat in silence, Muhammad took a cigarette out of his pocket and lighted it, as he was smoking he rolled down the window. Jean felt like beating his head against the steering wheel, why was he always fucking everything up?
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When they got to Muhammad's apartment building, Jean sighed, "I'll get a cab... A-And can you not tell anyone about this?" He said, looking down ashamed. Muhammad put out his cigarette and grabbed his keys as he got out of the car without saying a word, but as he looked at Jean, the realization hit him, he had a lot of "Don'ts" And "Shouldn'ts" in his life, and Muhammad knew he shouldn't hook up with some guy, but Jean wasn't just some guy, he was a handsome, dorky, stupid, kind, lovable guy, a guy Muhammad was in love with. As Jean walked onto the side walk Muhammad was on after getting out of his car, Muhammad grabbed his wrist, and kissed him again. "How about you stay the night Mr. Polnareff?" Jean looked at him, his agape mouth soon turning into a big cheeky grin. Muhammad chuckled, "Come, I'll show you around my apartment."
Muhammad opened the door for him, as Jean entered he marveled at how big it was. As he excitedly looked around Muhammad followed behind him, "You have a roommate?" Jean said pointing to the stray bra lying on the couch. "Yes, she's probably at the club if she's not here." As Muhammad was taking off his coat, he watched as Jean nervously sat on his couch, he looked so cute in that moment, Muhammad couldn't help but smile at him. He walked over and sat next to him, he loosened his tie and wrapped an arm around Jean. "You know I-I never really thought of you like this Mr. Avdol-" Muhammad suddenly interrupted him, "Muhammad, please call me Muhammad." Jean nodded shyly and continued, "Alright Muhammad, Um, can I be honest with you for a second?" Muhammad smiled warmly, "Go ahead." Jean rubbed the back of his neck, "Well I, uh sorta never had um- A more serious relationship with a man before." He chuckled as he looked away embarrassed. "I-I mean if you want this to be serious."
Muhammad kiss Jean once again, "Of course I want to have a serious relationship with you." Jean beamed and hugged him, "I love you so much Mr- Muhammad." Muhammad hugged him back tightly, "I love you too Jean." As they pulled away, Jean was smiling like an idiot, they both stared at each other, and the temptation creeped it's way back. But the moment faded away, and they both started to watch TV, well, Muhammad was, Jean's eyes were occupied with ogling Muhammad. Everything about him was amazingly sexy, his face, his body, his hair, everything. He couldn't help but stare lustfully at him, he was just too beautiful. Muhammad eventually started to check Jean out as well, he had to admit, Jean's body was irresistible, as they were both looking each other up and down, their eyes met.
They almost immediately started to kiss again, it was almost like the one before in the car, just, with more reassurance. Their tongues both fighting in each other's mouth, Jean letting out tiny moans as the taller man gripped his waist. Muhammad was burning with arousal, listening to the sweet sounds Jean let out, Muhammad slowly felt his way up Jean's shirt, touching on his bare body as the Frenchman shuddered, his breath now becoming shaky. Jean pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting to their tongues, as Muhammad broke it with his finger Jean rested his head on Muhammad's shoulder. As Muhammad started to kiss Jean's neck, making his way too his ear, he whispered to him, "If you'd like, we can continue in the bedroom." Jean stayed silent for awhile, then spoke, "Yeah, I'd like that."
As they entered Muhammad's bedroom, they continued to make out. Muhammad started to move towards the bed, Jean stumbled backwards while desperately trying to maintain the kiss. Soon he fell onto the bed, Muhammad came crashing down onto him, his hands now feeling under Jean's pants. As Muhammad rubbed an groped at Jean's thighs, a ridge began to grow underneath Muhammad's pants, Jean moaned as he felt Muhammad's bulge grind against his crotch, "Unnhh...." Jean was becoming astonishingly turned on, a boner formed as he felt Muhammad's hard cock grind harder. Muhammad groaned loudly as he continued to dry hump Jean, his body becoming covered with sweat. Jean started to sloppily take his clothes off, Muhammad assisted by undoing his belt and slowly removing his pants, he started to kiss along his abs, making his way up to his pecs. Jean's pecs were incredible, Muhammad was shocked by their size, he start to gently pinch his large pink nipples, triggering Jean to whimper loudly, "Auh! M-Muhammad..." He stopped to remove his clothes, he heard Jean say "Fuck." as he was removing his shirt, he chuckled, "You enjoyin' yourself?"
"Yeah... What's it to you?" Muhammad smirked. He was soon caught of guard by what came out of Jean's mouth when he removed his pants, "HOLY SHIT!" Muhammad stared at him confused, "Uh- S-Sorry, just, your- You're huge." Muhammad kept looking at him confused, "I'm not that big." Jean's jaw dropped, "Wha- What the hell do you mean you're 'Not that big' Your cock is giant Muhammad! I-I'm scared it might break me!" Muhammad chuckled, "Well... I guess I never noticed...?" Jean sighed, but was soon met with another surprise, Muhammad had taken off his underwear without any warning. Jean stared at his dick, it had to be at least 9 inches, his lust and desire grew, Muhammad approached him closer and once again started to kiss him. As they kissed, Muhammad slowly took off Jean's underwear. "W-Wait, Muhammad I've never done something like this before, so... Just g-go easy on me.." Muhammad gave him a comforting smile, "Sound's good, now if it's alright with you, could you move yourself further onto the bed?" He said as he finished removing Jean's underwear.
Jean shyly nodded, he was excited, he had never done anything with a man like this before, he nervously opened his legs as Muhammad crawled up between them. "For your first time, you certainly are willing Jean." Jean's eyes widened in embarrassment, "I'm just excited.." Muhammad smirked, "You sure are excited all right." He said as he slowly stroked the tip of Jean's erect cock. "Unngh..." Muhammad grabbed his cock and started to stroke it as well, he soon stopped pleasing Jean's member and press his tip to Jean's entrance, "W-Wait, Muhammad not yet! Can we take this a little slower..?" Muhammad nodded and apologized, He then grabbed one of Jean's breasts, slowly groping and massaging it. "Augh! Just like that... Please..." Muhammad's cock ached and twitched at every noise Jean made. Muhammad started to lick one of his nipples while he pinched the other. Jean whined as he clung onto Muhammad. "Oh, don't stop, oh god.." Jean bit his lip trying to prevent himself from moaning any louder.
Muhammad was being pushed over the edge, the only thing he could think about was getting inside of Jean, He let go of Jean's nipple and reached down to grab his ass as he kissed Jean's neck. He let out a satisfied noise as he felt how soft and fat Jean's ass was, he continued to grope it when all of a sudden Jean whispered into his ear, "I-I think I'm r-ready." Muhammad stopped and used his hands to get up, "You sure?" Jean took a minute to reconsider, "Hmm.. Yeah, I'm ready." Muhammad nodded, he reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube and squeezing it onto his hand. He slowly started rubbing into his length, Jean watching as Muhammad's hand went up and down his shaft.
"Alright, I'm going to put it in now okay?" Jean nodded, "Mm, Yeah." Muhammad slowly pressed his tip to Jean's entrance. As he pushed harder Jean winced, The end of Muhammad's member now inside of Jean. "ACK! Ah! Muhammad-" Muhammad held still and rubbed Jean's torso in a soothing manner, "Shh, just relax Jean." Jean nodded, breathing in and out slowly, soon calming down, his tenseness faded away. "I'm going to go in further now." Jean swallowed, "O-Okay." Muhammad steadily slid his cock further into Jean, earning a loud painful noise from the Frenchman. "A-Are you alright?" Muhammad said in a panic, "Yes.. It j-just stings" Jean said whimpering, "Okay then, I-I'm going to go a little further, just till I'm half way in." Jean agreed, as Muhammad went deeper he clenched the sheets, tears start to stream down his face as he yelled. Muhammad stopped, startled by the racket he was making, "Jus- Just ignore me!" Muhammad nodded, "A-Alright, um, I'm going to slowly move it in and out now.."
Jean nodded in terror, Muhammad then slowly pulled his dick out, Jean whimpered as Muhammad pushed it back in, trying his best to ignore the painful shrieks Jean made, he pulled it back out once again. As this continued for awhile, Jean's noises slowly shifted from pain to pleasure, the sensation of Muhammad's large hot cock slowly penetrating him made Jean want more and more. Muhammad thrusted once again slowly into him, "Hnngh.. Faster.. Please!" Jean blurted out, Muhammad looked at him shocked for a moment, caught off guard by this sudden change, but he complied, beginning to thrust faster. Muhammad moaned as he made love to Jean, the Frenchman's ass was extremely tight, it felt as if it's grip tightened every time he got back inside Jean. He could barely control himself, he wanted to go deeper, he wanted to absolutely wreck Jean.
As the pace quickened, Jean got louder and louder, all he could do was scream Muhammad's name. Muhammad felt like he was in heaven, the sweet sound of Jean's continuous moaning and praising, the amazing feeling of Jean's insides, and Jean's cute face as he sobbed for more. Muhammad bent over and started to kiss Jean as he humped him, Jean placed his hands on the back of Muhammad's head, as they continued to kiss and praise each other, Muhammad once again pinched Jean's nipple, making him yelp in pleasure. Muhammad begin going faster and faster, soon hitting Jean's prostate. "Uhnngh! Oh.. Fuck, Please- Please right there!" Jean screamed as Muhammad began grinding intensely on his G-spot. "Ahhnn.. Fuck yes..." Muhammad groaned as he went deeper and deeper, "Yes... Yes! Ohh fuck...!" As Jean began clinging to Muhammad, he could feel precum spill inside him.
Muhammad once again began to harshly grind on Jean's prostate, making Jean near his orgasm faster and faster. "Oh Jean! This ass! This tight little ass!" Muhammad yelled as Jean gripped to his back, the absolute ecstasy and lust Jean felt as Muhammad crashed his cock into him aws incredible, he couldn't get enough, he screamed and begged for more, Muhammad started to go as fast as he could, over and over he thrusted harder and harder with each thrust. Muhammad was now desperately holding back his cum, but to no avail, Muhammad groaned loudly as he came inside Jean, the twitching of his cock triggered Jean to cum as well, stripes of cum covering himself and the sheets. Muhammad slowly pulled his now soft cock out, exhausted. Jean could barely move, he laid there silently as Muhammad's semen spilled out of him. Muhammad flopped next to Jean on the bed, he sloppily grabbed the blanket on the floor and covered him and Jean.
"I- I love you so much Muhammad." Jean turned to face his partner, "I love you too Jean."
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