Smut

Redney

AUTHORS NOTE::: THESE ARE NOT REPRESENTING THE REAL LIFE PEOPLE. THIS IS PURELY FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF THE READER.

Laying in bed, Micheal (or Red) starred up at the ceiling. Right beside him lie John (Barney), who was also starring at the ceiling.
"I'm tired," Micheal whined, rolling over so he and John's stomachs were touching. John put his arm around Micheal and pulled him closer.
Micheal spread his arms out across John's bare chest.
"You look tired," John said, kissing his forehead. This made Micheal smile.
"I'm actually more than tired," he said, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead and his arm over John's chest. "I'm exhausted."
"You shouldn't have woke up at 3 in the morning."
"That's not my fault."
"But it is your fault that you woke me up, too."
"It's only fair that we suffer together."
John sighed and cuddled into his pillows.
Micheal shut his eyes.
John pecked kisses around Micheal's face leading down to his neck. Micheal hummed out of pleasure and happiness. No where else would he rather be than in the arms on his boyfriend... at three in the morning.
John started to suck a bit at Micheal's neck, causing him to moan a bit.
John traced circles around Micheal's chest. Micheal sighed again.
"What are you doing?" Micheal said, eyes still shut.
"Admiring my view. You're so vulnerable around me. God, the things I could do..." Micheal's eyes shot open. "I'm joking, I'm joking." John chuckled.
"I gotta admit, that sounds pretty hot."
"Well, you are pretty hot."
Micheal rolled his eyes. "About as hot as a freezer.
Micheal had flaming red, short, curly hair, freckles, and was extremely pale and skinny.
"No, hot wouldn't do you justice. You're beautiful." Micheal cuddled deeper into John's arms.
John traced his fingers down Micheal's chest. He rubbed his sides.
Micheal hummed in pleasure.
"I love hearing the little noises you make," John said. "It turns me on."
Micheal blushed.
John tugged at the top of Micheal's pajama pants.
"Are we really doing... this?"
John looked at him. "If you want to."
Micheal shrugged. "I'm not sure."
John returned to the same position he was in before, arm around Micheal, Micheal leaning into his chest. "I mean, you can still take off my pants if you want. It's getting pretty hot."
John chuckled and smiled. He pulled down Micheal's pants, Micheal wiggling around to help get them off.
He kicked them out of the covers onto the floor.
Micheal pulled up the blankets so it was covering he and John's top half. Micheal drew circles on John's chest now. John starred at him.
"What?" Micheal said. "Nothing. Just admiring the view." Micheal covered his head with the blanket.
"You know what would be even more of a view?" John said, skating his fingertips over Micheal's boxers.
"Seeing you naked." He whispered in Micheal's ear. Micheal shivered.
"I, uh," John laughed. "You know, even if you don't want me to see you naked, we can just keep the blanket covering you."
Micheal breathed in.
"I just... I know I can trust you... but I," "You can trust me. I swear."
John put his hands at the band of Micheal's boxers. "Can I?" Micheal hesitantly nodded.
He discarded the boxers as he did the pants. He lied there, dick exposed, and John wasn't even making any advances towards him. Maybe he had fallen asleep? But no, John was staring at the ceiling. "Are you good? Can I look?" Micheal rolled his eyes and playfully hit John's stomach.
"It feels good, you know? I've never really slept naked, but I'll manage."
"Would you feel more comfortable if I took my boxers off too?" John offered. Micheal bit his lip. "Uh... sure. Go ahead." John kicked off his boxers. Both men were completely naked, and covered with the blanket. Micheal was again wrapped in John's arms.
John started to slowly stroke Micheal's dick, feeling it spring into an erection.
Micheal moaned a bit. His dick was covered in pre-cum, and John stroking it didn't make anything better.
Micheal threw his head back. "You're very sensitive," John pointed out. "You think?" John pulled Micheal closer, so he was lying on top of John as he had before. He readjusted the blanket, allowing Micheal to get comfortable. Micheal slowly started to rub himself against John. "Do you care if I-" "Please do." He moved himself so he and John's dick were touching. He started to rub himself quicker. John groaned. "Oh fuck," Micheal moaned, going faster.
"I'm gonna cum," he moaned again, desperately trying to gain friction. He came a little before John.
"Damn." John said. "You're pretty good." He grabbed Micheal's chin for a kiss. "You're not too bad yourself."
"Do you wanna... you know..." John said, trailing off a bit.  Micheal blushed. "I, uh, I've never-" "Don't worry." John said. "I'll prep you."
He told Micheal to turn around.
"Has anyone ever told you what a nice ass you have?" John asked. "No, it doesn't really come up in a conversation."
John spit on his fingers. "Okay, so I'm just gonna.. stretch you out... I guess." John inserted one finger in Micheal's asshole. Micheal whined in pain. John than inserted two, then three, pumping in and out. Micheal moaned. "Oh fuck, I can't decide whether it hurts or not." John chuckled. He pulled out his fingers and slapped Micheal's ass. "What the hell, John?"
"I've always wanted to do that to you."
He commanded him to turn around, back to their previous positions.
John lined himself up against Micheal's entrance, and slowly pushed his head in. "Ah, fuck." Micheal whined. "That fucking hurts." He weaved his fingers in John's hair. "It'll get better. Move whenever." Micheal took a deep breath, and started to bounce a little more on John's dick. He quickened his pace, moaning at the sensation. The pain he had felt at first quickly turned to pleasure.
"Oh shit, right there, oh my god." Micheal steadied himself, as he was trying to hit the same satisfying spot every time.
John threw his head back with a moan. "Oh my god, you're so good at this, baby." Micheal kept bouncing faster as faster. "I'm gonna cum," Micheal hollered, as he reached his climax. John soon came as well, and Micheal got off of his dick.
Out of breath and hearts still racing, they returned to the same position in the bed as before.
"You were amazing," John said, kissing Micheal all over his face.
"You weren't too bad yourself."
"Are you still tired?"
"Even more than before."