Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Barcode x Jeff: {Together Again} [M]

This was planned to be Porchay and Jeff, but I found out they actually had a reunion, so..

POV: 3rd Person

  Jeff hadn't seen Barcode in a while, and their love rekindled again. They broke up long ago for reasons that they didn't even want. Jeff had a busy schedule, they weren't going to be in the same company. Less time together, more time apart.. the end would be inevitable, so they cut it off before it hurt more.

  Even if they might both have been in the same amount of pain anyway.

  The moment they saw each other, it was as though their hearts had jumped. Impossibly close yet so far from reach. He hadn't known if the younger man was still interested, after all, it's been so long. Jeff had been Barcode's first, but the guy likely would find someone new. So he kept a small distance.

  They always had a friendly distance anyway, so it was no difference on stage.

  Code is taller than him now, bulkier than he is. Seemed like he went to the gym often and put on some muscle, making Jeff seem miniscule next to him. He's seen the tags ever since small leaks were made. The change in the positions of their names, and he's never been opposed to that idea. Even when they were dating back then.. Jeff's name was always silently in the back and never in the front.

  He let Code explore what he liked, and gave his body for the younger man's experiments. So now that it's been more apparent - with the way the younger's arm wrapped around his small waist, hands drooping down in the front to feel at his hips..

  Jeff knew they were going back to it. Just them. The two of them. Together.

  He could see some banners of the fans that liked to go straying off the usual names. BARCODEJEFF sitting in perfectly sized font and Jeff believes it, too. Because it's true. The moment they're out of sight and in Jeff's condo, Code's on him.

  The second his door clicked shut with a mechanical tune, Barcode had slammed him against it. Kissing him as though he was drunk, hands slipping up his satin top. It's unusual. He used to be the one towering over the younger man when they kissed in this exact same spot on nights that got too warm. But all he can see before he fluttered his eyes shut, arms wrapping around broad shoulders that used to be skinny, was a shadow cast over him.

  "Mnh.." He likes how, now that his platforms are kicked off, that he's supposed to lean upward to kiss the man. Not so far up, because they're only a forehead difference, but it still felt thrilling. He liked Code every way he can have him, but it's been so long and he's-

  Well.

  The idol pulls him by his collar, knuckles going white at his desperate grip, arching into Barcode's hold when those strong arms wrap around his waist. Their kisses are deep, desperate, passionate. "I miss you, P'.." Those hands trail down to grasp at his waist. Now, they're able to fully wrap around him, unlike before.

  "You grew so much."

  "Both that and my love, P'.. you're so.." his breath hitches, "pretty." The low thrum of his voice, the raw lust in his eyes.. it's enough to make Jeff whimper into his arms and wrap him up into another kiss. Hands clawing at the shirt he wears, frantic for skin.

  Code chuckles deep into his mouth, tongue running across his bottom lip and shoving into his mouth. They only break when he has to actually take off the shirt. An arm wraps fully around his waist, the other hand threading into his long, smooth hair.

  "New shampoo?" Jeff liked this new one, it was citrus. But he doesn't get to reply when he's hauled up into the younger's arms, squeaking in an embarrassing way. "The gym aches are worth it."

  In Code's arms, he feels light, as though he wasn't a full-grown, 30-year-old man that was 5 foot nine. But he isn't complaining. The button up he wears slips from his shoulders, and lips are on them the moment he's set down on his plush bed. After all this time, the memory of where to go had been engraved within the taller's feet.

  The taller settles between his legs, kissing down his chest, mouth on his hardened bud. "Ah.." he couldn't help but writhe with need, pulling him closer. "C-Code." It's quiet, but it's enough. Enough for Barcode to understand what he means.

  I miss you so much. I'm sorry. I love you.

  Hands pull at his jeans, pushing them off with great difficulty because Jeff had always liked skinny ones that hugged his legs. The younger man doesn't complain about it, because his boyfriend looks great, but still.

  "Are we.. do you-.."

  "Yes, and yes. Please hurry," he rolls his hips in an obscene way that only his slinky body could manage, pushing down on Barcode's erection like what they're doing was casual. It sends shockwaves within his brain.

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  Jeff arches into Barcode's body, arms wrapping around those broad shoulders and keeping him down against his body. Their shared heat is scorching, the slapping of skin on skin rings out in his bedroom. His bed creaked violently under them, and his voice chokes out melodious moans just for the younger man to hear.

  It's filthy, the sweat that's dripping down their body from exertion. But Barcode thrusts into his heat as though he would get frostbit if he stopped. The shorter only gasps out a high-pitched tune when his hair gets pulled. His styled curls now disheveled, all over his face, sticking to his neck and forehead.

  "So pretty." Code has the audacity to lick a stripe of sweat off his neck, leaving the man below him to dig those manicured nails into his shoulders.

  When they come, they're stuck to each other's body. Unable to move away and staying with the warmth. It had gotten so hot, that the huge room's windows had gotten foggy. He pants, kissing Code's temple.

  The scent that had long been gone from his sheets is now back. Like something has finally been returned to where it was supposed to be after having been missing for so long. "I miss you, Code." His legs wrap around the mentioned man's waist.

  "I miss you, too. I love you, P'." He gets an exhausted hum in return.

  "I have places to be tomorrow.. I'm already sore." He complains, pulling himself off the man, feeling sticky between his thighs when it does eventually leak. "I'm not used to this anymore." Jeff, truly, has not met another soul after their break-up. Which leaves him at a horrible disadvantage when he does finally take a real man instead of some sad toy in his bottom drawer.

  "I'm not used to it either, P'." There's already something, he can feel it.. "But we can always make it routine."

  "Oi!- Ai'Code!" He feels his face turning red. He'll never get used to the flirtiness that comes with a younger boyfriend.

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Author's note: I've been going THROUGH IT since watching Top Form