Pull Me Under (Deuce x J3T)

Pull Me Under

Johnny knew that taking Deuce out to a bar was a bad idea. He was well aware of his boyfriend's habit of getting far too touchy with strangers, and tonight was no different. 

He left Deuce's side for two minutes, just long enough to take a phone call, and he found his boyfriend licking alcohol off of another man's chest. Johnny just watched him at first, a part deep down inside of him wondering just how far Deuce would go if he didn't step in.

He stayed out of Deuce's line of sight, eyes locked on his boyfriend as the younger man worked his mouth up to the stranger's. He took a lime from him, sucked it dry, then shared some much more than friendly kisses with him. That was enough for Johnny. 

He approached Deuce from behind, firmly wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and tugging him close. The man Deuce had taken the body shot off of cowered, clearly intimidated by Johnny's size, expression, and demeanor. "Shit, man, I didn't know he was-"

Johnny tugged the hem of Deuce's shirt up, just enough to show off the tattoo above Deuce's hips. "3 Tears" in thick black ink. "Yeah, well now you know. My name's right fucking on him." He gestured to his own tattoo, the number three boldly inked on his neck, and the stranger apologized profusely before running off.

"George, I-" Deuce started.

Johnny clutched him tighter, "Save it. Come on." He dragged Deuce with him, towards the men's restrooms. He was lucky enough that no one was in there, but Johnny would have proceeded even if the bathroom was occupied and he had to prop Deuce up on the counter.

He locked Deuce in a stall with him, pushing his boyfriend against the door, "You were all over that guy, Aron. Did you forget who's boyfriend you are?"

"Course I didn't, George. I was just having some fun. You should give it a fucking try sometime."

Johnny actually felt his face get warm as Deuce talked back to him. "Oh, you little bitch." He mumbled, pulling Deuce into a rough and possessive kiss. "Gonna remind you that you're mine, Aron." 

Deuce kissed back as well as he could, his breaths getting heavy pretty quickly as he struggled to match Johnny's pace. He tugged at Johnny's belt, fingers fumbling for the older man's zipper. Johnny grabbed Deuce's wrists instead, pinning them over his head with one hand. He easily pulled Deuce's pants open, nipping at Deuce's neck while his boyfriend's jeans and boxers pooled at his ankles.

Johnny spit into his palm, stroking Deuce just quick enough to get his hips rocking. He cupped his partner's cheek in his free hand, "You're gonna look so damn pretty once I've got you bent over. That eyeliner's gonna run down this beautiful face, mmmmn..." 

Deuce couldn't help the moan that left his mouth. He loved it when Johnny got all possessive of him like this; that's why he fucked around and tested his boundaries. It would be far from the first time Johnny fucked him so good he cried, but he was still just as eager. Precum dripped from his cock, running over Johnny's fingers.

With a smirk, Johnny worked his pants open a little more, enough to pull his dick out. He lifted Deuce up, holding his legs and keeping him pressed against the wall of the stall. Deuce got his arms around Johnny's shoulders, a whiny little sound leaving his mouth the moment Johnny pushed into him.

He buried his face in Johnny's chest, hands balling into fists as he clutched Johnny's jacket. He gasped when Johnny adjusted his position, angling a little deeper and pulling Deuce's body up and down on his cock. He was big, big enough that since he hadn't stretched Deuce, the younger man was experiencing some pain. Deuce didn't mind it one bit, though, moaning loudly and grinding into Johnny's thrusts.

The older man groaned, kissing up Deuce's jaw and then licking his ear, relishing the high-pitched sound Deuce made when he did it. He managed to hold his boyfriend up with just one arm, bringing his free hand higher to hold Deuce's neck and make Deuce look at him, "Come on, Aron. Mmmn...say my name for me, baby..." 

"George....unnngh, I-"

Johnny made his next few thrusts even rougher, applying enough pressure to Deuce's neck to make him whine, "Try again. You know exactly what I want to hear." Johnny relaxed his grip, dragging his hand down to rub over and trace Deuce's stomach tattoo, "What's this say? Who's man are you?" 

"Yours..." Deuce whimpered and his head fell back against the stall door, the first few tears running down his cheeks as he managed, "Johnny 3 Tears."

Johnny got even harder inside of him, from the combination of hearing his name and from seeing Deuce start to tear up. He held Deuce's hips again, clutching him tighter and pounding him against the door. "Fuuuuck, love it when you cry for me, Aron...Everything feeling good?" 

"Yes!" Deuce panted, his face flushing as someone came in to use the stall beside them. His eyes watered even more, his cock aching and leaking as Johnny continued to pump into him good and hard, "Mmmmmn, oh, Johnny!" 

Johnny couldn't take his eyes off Deuce's face. His red cheeks, his quivering lower lip, the black makeup smearing down his face as he sobbed so beautifully. He was absolutely perfect.

Johnny didn't last much longer. His hips jerked a few more times, and then he was panting against Deuce's ear as he filled the smaller man up with his cum. He reached up to wipe off some of Deuce's smeared eyeliner with his thumbs, drying his tears as the younger man slowly calmed down and came undone himself. 

Johnny cleaned up the mess they'd made, got him and Deuce presentable again, and carried his spent boyfriend out of the bar in his arms. Deuce hugged him tightly, and Johnny rubbed his back, already planning their next outing like this one in the back of his mind.