Long Exposure Fanfiction

"Tender Innocence"

Jonas sat stiffly on the tattered leather couch next to his bully-lover. Mitch leaned comfortably back on the couch; One leg propped up on the old coffee-table. He sighed and wiped sweat from his brow. "Dammit' with this heat!" Mitch groaned and propelled himself off the cushions. Joey (Jonas) looked up at him; confused. Mitchell walked over the aged A/C and pounded on it. It did nothing. "Screw it!" Mitch unzipped his pants and threw them on the floor. Joey blushed and a pink aura fluttered around him as he starred at Mitch in his boxers. The tall bully walked back to Jonas, rearranging himself in the cushions. Joey clutched his pant legs nervously.
     "You like me right, Spots?" Mitchell teased. Joey smiled nervously. Mitch lifted Jonas from his tense perch and propped him on top of his lap. Face to face.
"Ugh! Mitch!" Joey pushed off of Mitch's chest, potentially falling on his back at the other end of the old leather lounge. Mitch took his as an invitation. He huddled over Joey with an awful grin. The pink aura grew stronger as Jonas quivered.  Mitchell slid his large hand under Joey's back then proceeded to kiss him; frenchly.
  At first Joey released a muffled voice of question, but was tamed by the tongue of the bully boy. He closed his eyes, effortlessly returning the action to Mitch. The almost empty room filled with soft wails of pleasure. Mitchell paused to whisper into Jonas's ear.
"Have you ever blown your bully?" He teased with the same awful grin as before. Jonas blushed and shook his head from side to side. "I don't know how... to ya' know.. blow anyone."

      (A few moments later)
A mammoth (meaning large) bulge grew quickly, forming a heavy, well noticeable lump.
"I'll walk you through the process, Spots." Mitchell persuaded. "Just pull off these boxers and we can begin with our lesson." Joey nodded. He pulled the boxers down until Mitchell's hard phallic object was directed at him. His eyes widened. It was tall when standing on its own. "Now," Mitchell directed, "Gently place those sweet lips of yours on the tip." Jonas positioned his lips gently on the tip, then took them off. "Was that right?" He turned to Mitchell, who seemed very pleased. "Mhm." Mitchell moaned. Joey replaced his lips on the hard fleshy object. Mitch waved his finger up an and down, signally Joey to go up and down with his mouth. Jonas began to slide his head up and down. Mitchell placed his hand on the back of Jonas's head and ran it through his hair. He clutched a fist of Joey's hair as he was close to climax. Joey could not fit the entire dick into his mouth but got as much as he could handle. Mitch, intense in climax, pushed the back of Joey's head. This caused Joey to gag heavily. He threw his head over the side of the couch and began to cough and grab his throat. "Aw man, Spots. I'm really sorry about that.. I was sort of just in the moment." Mitchell voiced sincerely. Jonas lifted his head. "It's alright. promise." He murmured between his last coughs. 
    Mitch pushed Joey onto his back, then began to sensually and tenderly caress his neck with a line of kisses; one after the other. Jonas giggled and blushed, wrapping his hands around Mitch's waist. The tall bully boy worked his hands around Joey's pants and began to unbutton and unzip them. "Woah!" Joey wailed. Mitch had completely lifted him up from the prior position. Mitch led Jonas towards his bedroom: all while his lips pushed up against Jonas's soft, spotted skin. Mitchell swung open the door into the dark room, tossing Jonas on the mattress and blue sheets. Mitchell joined him; hovering atop his body. He tore his vulgarly worded short from over his shoulders then began to leave a trail of hickeys along Joey's neck. Jonas moaned quietly, pushing his hands against Mitch's pectorals.
Mitch eased off Joey's undergarments and draped the sheets over them. "Did you bring protection?" Jonas heaved through the intense situation. Mitchell groaned and wiped his hand down his jaw. "Why? I ain't got anything."
Joey blushed heavily. "Right-right. Sorry."