Krii7y Oneshots :)

{Be Quiet}

  "Oh shit~" Jaren moans quietly, tugging on the bundle of blond hair near his lap.

  Never in his life had Jaren been in a situation like this. And he seriously doubts that it'll ever happen again.

  "Fuck, John." he whines, letting his head fall back, looking up at the ceiling of John's room. "Don't stop."

  John was kneeled in front of Jaren, slowly bobbing his head up and down under the blankets. He could make Jaren react in a particularly loud way whenever he took him all the way in his mouth, but this time he wasn't really trying. He removes his mouth with an obscene pop, "Dude, if you get any louder my parents are gonna hear you." he shoots up at his friend, giving him a warning glare.

  "Sorry... just-" he stops, cut off when John lowered his head again, "fuck, how- how are you so g-good at this?"

  John only chuckles, sending vibrations up Jaren's body, causing him to tug on his long hair. He moans, gripping Jaren's thigh as a warning not to mess with him.

  Jaren shudders, guiding John's head to go further down, making him almost yell. He pants loudly, looking down at John. "I'm so close John, mmh~"

  John raises his head again, only this time its to laugh. "About time, I thought this was gonna last forever." he teases with a smile.

  "I wouldn't mind," Jaren speaks softly, voice faltering when John speeds up, "oh fuck me, I'm almost there."

  John continues his rapid pace, taking more of Jaren in as he goes, driving the boy insane. Jaren starts to shake, using both his hands to guide John's head this time.

  "Shit!" he yelps, holding John's head down as he finishes.

  John swallows quickly, licking up any spare remnants of the mess they've made. He snickers, watching as Jaren slowly recovers from his high.

  "So..." John starts as Jaren pulls his boxers back up, along with his jeans. "How was it?"

  Jaren smiles, buttoning his jeans before leaving back onto the bed, "Way better than any girl that's given me head."

  John lies back on the bed as well, staring at his nails, "I told you." he smiles proudly, looking over at Jaren. "And there you were, doubting my abilities."

  Jaren chuckles, lighting hitting John's arm, "Dude, shut up." he sighs, playing with the collar of his shirt. "I'm just glad you proved me wrong though, Jesus Christ."

  "Well, you know where to find me." John states lowly, slightly hoping Jaren thinks of it as a joke.

  "Hey John?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down at John.

  "Yeah?"

  Before John had any time to react, Jaren had placed a kiss on his lips. They moved slowly, enjoying the silence between them as they made out on John's bed.

  They paused when Jaren's phone buzzed, causing them to pull apart. "It's my mom." he says, looking down at his phone. "She wants me home."

  "Really?" John complains, dragging out the word. "We were having so much fun."

  "I know, I gotta go though." Jaren fake pouts, crossing his arms.

  "Ugh, whatever." John murmurs, getting off of the bed.

  Jaren followed suit, standing up to hug John tightly before responding to his sarcastic remark. "I'll text you whenever my parents aren't home." he whispers into John's ear.

  "And why would you do that?" John asks with a smug grin, looking down at his friend.

  "Because I want you to fuck me." Jaren replies, catching John off guard.

  John struggles to hold in a cough, "O-okay."

  "See you later, John." Jaren smiles, leaving his room, which now felt as though it held thick air.

  "Holy shit." John whispers to himself as Jaren says goodbye to his parents in the other room.