CeeKay's Carrington x Johnnie Fics

yeah, this is my game.

A/N : this contains swearing and smut. dont like dont read <3

Carrington suddenly jolted awake from his deep sleep. He felt extremely confused, and even worse, he could barely move his hands.

He struggled against the restraints he was in, his hands bounded behind him. His mind was still clouded with sleep, and he didn't know what the fuck was happening.

Then, he felt warmth on his back, and he looked down and watched as pale hands smoothed over his chest and neck from behind.

Carrington looked up to see who this was, and he met the face of Johnnie staring down at him with cold eyes.

"Johnnie?" Carrington asked, and Johnnie's expression didn't change. "Johnnie — what the fuck?" He wracked against his restraints, but soon came to realise that the rope he was bounded with was also connected to the chair as well as tightly wrapped around his wrists. His struggle was to no avail, and struggling more would only cause his wrists to become even more sore.

Carrington felt a tug at his hair, Johnnie's hand angling his head in an uncomfortable position to stare up at him in the eyes. "I'm going to do whatever the fuck i want to you, okay?"

He almost choked on his own spit. Since when did Johnnie become so demanding? He thought distantly. He swallowed, his adam's apple bopping in the process.

"Wh - what do you mean?" Carrington asked, and Johnnie laughed. "You know what I mean." He had answered, even though that didn't give him anything to work with.

Carrington felt Johnnie's hands trail down to his chest, bringing his shirt up a bit and sliding his hands underneath, caressing his smooth hands along his abdomen. He felt an unwanted shiver wrack through him and his pants began to feel tighter than before. He was getting hard just from this guy simply touching his stomach? What the fuck?

"Looks like you're enjoying this a little too much." Johnnie breathed, his voice gravelly. "I know you've been thinking about this." He had said, and Carrington didn't have it in him to deny the claim.

Johnnie leaned down, his breath tickling Carrington's ear. "I see the way you look at me." Johnnie whispered, and Carrington bit his lip, holding back a whimper.

It was true. He had been looking at Johnnie in a less-than friendly way. Ever since he grew in a bit of stubble and begun to wear those glasses, those stupid glasses, Carrington became insanely attracted to him.

He thought about the times where he'd seen Johnnie bend over the counter to grab something, watching curiously and with desire. It was probably glaringly obvious at this point.

While he was stuck in his thoughts, Johnnie seemed to have moved to stand in front of him. Johnnie positioned himself in between Carrington's legs, his hand still gripping his curls, tugging ever so lightly and sending shocks down his spine.

Then, without warning, Johnnie slowly kneeled down onto the floor, all while holding perfect eye contact. Johnnie Guilbert — emo hearthrob — was fucking kneeling between his legs. Oh. My. God.

He felt a delicate hand palm his crotch, and he bucked up into the friction. He wanted something, anything to satiate this desire. This desire for his new roommate.

Then, Johnnie's small hands came up towards his belt, and he swiftly unbuckled it, ditching it off to the side. He then unzipped Carrington's fly, and he fucking lifted his hips up to make it easier for Johnnie to tug his jeans and underwear down, as if to say 'I need you. I've been needing you.'

"Fuck," Johnnie said, and gripped the base of his cock, his pretty hands wrapping around it, fitting beautifully. "You're so hot like this..." The dark haired man trailed off.

Carrington probably looked completely and utterly ruined like this, he thought. His hair most likely tousled and messy, his legs opening and inviting Johnnie to just do whatever the fuck he wants. Which is exactly what he did.

He bit his lip once again as Johnnie licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, but he couldn't hold back the long groan that escaped his lips at the feeling and the sight of it.

Johnnie's warm tongue circled his tip, then he fucking went all the way down, his hard member hitting the back of his throat. Carrington's eyes rolled back and he threw his head to look up at the ceiling.

His mouth was so warm and wet, Carrington's brain supplied, and it felt extremely good. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything.

Carrington tried to bring his hands to Johnnie's head, forgetting that his hands were fucking restrained behind his back. Johnnie was completely and utterly in control, he thought.

He bucked his hips up, hitting the back of the other's throat, revelling in the feeling of it constricting around him. Carrington took in Johnnie's pink lips wrapped so prettily around his cock, drool running down his chin. Johnnie also looked completely ruined. Good to know it wasn't just him.

Carrington could see Johnnie's hands in his lap, palming at his own hard on. It was probably the single most hottest thing he's ever fucking seen — his dick buried to the hilt in this guys mouth and johnnie getting off on it.

He moaned, thrusting into the warmth and trying to chase his much needed release. Just as he was about to lose himself completely, Johnnie's hands came to his hips with an unexpected strength and he pulled off with ease.

"You can't fucking come yet," Johnnie murmured, his lips tugging into a smirk. He stood up, and Carrington eyed him as he shucked his pants off, revealing his hard cock resting against his stomach and leaking precome.

Johnnie's body was beautiful.

He watched as Johnnie straddled his front, bringing his fingers up to Carrington's mouth and giving one instruction: "Suck." So he did.

Then, Johnnie reached down and began fucking himself on his spit-soaked fingers. Carrington's dick twitched as he watched, listening to Johnnie's soft and low moans like it was music to his ears.

"I think I'm ready now." Johnnie said breathlessly, gingerly lowering himself down onto Carrington's dick. "Fuck." The dark haired boy slurred out, and Carrington was in a whole other realm of pleasure as he thrusted upwards, listening to Johnnie mewl.

"Fuck me." Johnnie had said, and that's all he needed as he began pounding into the boy sitting on top of him. Johnnie's soft lips locked with his, his tongue exploring his mouth, both of them groaning in pleasure.

Johnnie's hand made its way up to Carrington's throat, tightening around it, and his other hand began stroking his own cock with vigour. Carrington whimpered unashamedly, throwing his head back and letting Johnnie fucking choke him out because it was making him feel extremely good and he couldn't get enough of it.

"I'm gonna come," Johnnie groaned out, and Carrington nodded, because he was too.

Whines filled the room as they both reached their own climaxes, Carrington buried to the hilt inside of Johnnie's hole, filling him up with his come. Johnnie's ejaculate was all over the both of their stomachs.

"Fuck, that was good." Johnnie sighed, and Carrington agreed.