50 Shades of James

Dirty Rhythm Part 1

           James’s hand shook as he fumbled with the lock. God, he needed this so bad…he turned around to see Aleks standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, arms crossed protectively as he looked anywhere but at James.

            He bit down the endless desire boiling up in his body, and walked over to the boy, putting his hands on the others elbows gently. Aleks looked up at James fearfully. And even as his crotch begged him to throw the hot Russian on the bed right now and fuck him senseless, his heart held him back.

            “Are you sure about this?” He breathed hoarsely. After all, it would be his first time, too, but he’d been pretty far with guys before. Aleks, though? This was all new to him.

           

Aleks blushed a bit, taking in the restraint in the older man’s voice and the gentle touch on his arms.

            It crossed his mind that if he said no, James would back off. He wouldn’t put up a fuss or try to force him; he’d just leave him alone, which is more than some of Aleks’s girlfriends could say for him. Ironically, the safety he felt from this thought is what urged the timid “yes” from his lips.

            James smiled, his eyes lighting up like a match, and suddenly Aleks felt the urgency of arousal curling through his body like he was the wood to James’s fire. He grabbed James’s head and pulled it down to his own, kissing him ferociously. James’s lips met his a bit reluctantly, still unsure of whether Aleks felt forced into this or not, but the pure passion radiating from the boy quickly made him forget his doubts and he kissed back just as roughly, tongues sliding and teeth biting and gasps passing between the two like one’s breath was the only air the other needed.

            Aleks’s slim hands travelled to their preferred spot on James’s hips, but this time, when James’s shirt pulled up and fingers brushed hipbones, he didn’t pull away. Tentatively, he pushed the shirt up more, so that his hands rested fully on skin. James groaned and pulled away, using one hand to practically rip his shirt off. Aleks’s eyes skimmed the gamers’ not quite ‘fit’ by conventional standards, but still strong, physique and lighted on the still-fading hickey from the other day. With a slightly devilish smile twisting his face, he went for the unsuspecting James(still distracted by his shirt, which was caught on his hand)’s other shoulder.

            “Oh, fuck,” James groaned as Aleks’s teasing nips and licks graced his body once more. Aleks chuckled against James, a deep vibration that zipped through James’s body to his lower regions. “Shit, man…”

            Aleks leaned back to admire his handiwork. “You’re symmetrical now,” he giggled. James stared at him incredulously, then laughed. “Only you…only you would think of that at a time like this.” The Russian gave James a cheeky grin, but to James’s lust-tinted eyes, it was less childish than usual and more sultry.

            With a good-natured growl, James gripped Aleks’s waist and pushed him against the headboard, just like last time. Aleks’s warm hands immediately wrapped around his cold back, leaving tingling trails along his skin. He ducked his head and kissed Aleks’s lips, then jaw, then lips, then jaw, to jaw, to neck, to lips, to that little spot under his ear that made the boy squeal just like he wanted him to…

            “Get this shit off of me,” Aleks murmured, tugging at his shirt. James was happy to comply, helping pull the fabric over his lovers’ puffball hair, all the while admiring the lean arms and torso he longed to touch every inch of.

            He started off by pulling the other closer, pressing their chests together. “Swimmer’s body?” He asked, letting his hand wander upwards from Aleks’s waist across his back and up to his shoulder, and then down the same trial the opposite way admiringly, making him shiver. “Track,” the younger corrected, his thumbs daringly hooking on the belt loops of James’s jeans.

            James reattached his mouth to Aleks’s pale neck as a weak, seemingly accidental tug pulled his pants down a half an inch. He knew the other too well, though.

            “Getting impatient?” He laughed against his friends’ collarbone.

            “James…” The whisper almost made James moan against the skin, but he didn’t want to let Aleks know how much control he had over the older man.

            Aleks, however, apparently already knew; quick as a fox, he gripped James’s shoulder tight and whipped him around so that his back thudded against the headboard. James was surprised, but more so when Aleks climbed up onto the bed frame and pushed him down onto the cushiony bed.

            He was uncomfortably bent backwards at the waist, so he used his hands to push himself up so that his whole body lay on the body, and somehow his crotch ended up right near Aleks.

            He opened his mouth to say something—Sorry; I didn’t mean to; I didn’t mean to imply—but before he could finish the thought Aleks’s deft fingers were slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and he was stuck speechless. He could feel every movement, every slight bit of pressure, through the denim and there was Aleks’s blushing face hovering above it all, biting his lip teasingly as he took his time easing the pants down James’s quivering body.

            James didn’t think he’d ever been so hard.

            Suddenly he was thankful that he’d taken the time to chose standard, navy boxers when he got dressed in the morning—he’d felt like a girl, stressing over what to wear, but he didn’t want to think about what would have happened if they’d gotten to this point only for Aleks to see his favorite cookie monster boxers.

            As it was, Aleks’s nails scraped slightly down James’s vulnerable skin as said boxers came off.

            Then Aleks’s mouth was on him and around him and fuck he had never felt anything so amazing, and that magical tongue came out and did things he had never imagined could feel so good. At some point James realized he was moaning uncontrollably and his hands were stuck in Aleks’s soft hair, pushing him down and himself further back into Aleks’s mouth, but he didn’t care; all that he cared about was the feel of slightly chapped lips brushing back and forth, up and down, and the spark in Aleks’s eye in the second before he went down on him, and the blissful burning that was growing bigger and bigger in him.

            Aleks’s hands pulled James’s hips up in time with his head, and James happily helped, his whole lower back arching up and thumping back down on the mattress in a dirty rhythm that James thought was the best song he had ever heard.

            The rhythm grew faster and faster and James’s body arched higher and higher until finally he released the fire in his groin with a yelp. Aleks sucked it all up, then turned his head to the side and spat it out onto the floor next to the bed.

            “I’m gonna have to clean that up, you know,” he muttered in a pleasure-filled daze.

            Aleks grinned at him, crawling his way up the bed to give the euphoric man a grounding kiss. “I know.”

AN: WAIT! DON'T KILL ME YET! There will be a part 2, as the title of this chapter suggests ;) anyway, that was my first time writing smut, so I hope it's okay. Thank goodness All Time Low and a couple other similar bands have a bunch of songs about sex--music fuels the writing soul like no other. Now I feel weird. I think I need to wash my hands. Please tell me what you think! Also, if any of you are curious, as thanks for gaining 1000 tumblr followers (like holy shit guys. Thanks!) I posted a selfie, which people really wanted, so yeah. That's here--->http://captainthief.tumblr.com/post/67784601142/more-holy-shit-holy-shit-holy-shit-holy

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