Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

The halls of the house are quite wide, he notices for the first time. They're wide and nicely furnished because Catelyn won't have it any other way and the Starks have always had money to spend on such trivialities. He's not a Stark. Not really. But Jon doesn't have time to brood over his parentage because Brady's golden head is coming into view. When he stops in front of him, there's no hugging or kissing. It's a mutual agreement between them to lay low until they're really alone. Jon can get very creative but tonight he just wants some action really bad and Brady doesn't even have to ask because it's not long before they find themselves in a walk in closet, door locked securely behind them. Jon wants a blowjob really bad. For months now he's been wanking hard to the thought of how his boyfriend's mouth fits around him like a perfect little glove. His mouth is hot and accommodating and very good at bringing him to mind-numbing release if he remembers well. He'll fuck him too, this is certain. He'll fuck him all night long and then again in the morning and as many times as he wants after that. Brady isn't the kind to just drop to his knees without a second thought and in spite of how hard he already is, he admires that about him. Brady is a constant reminder that this is the longest relationship he's been in and he intends to keep it for as long as he can. He's only 17 but when he looks into those blue eyes, forever isn't so scary a thought after all. Brady touches his lips to Jon's for a second and whispers out in a voice that Jon has fantasized about on far too many sleepless nights. I missed you, Jonny. Jon swallows and nods. He doesn't feel awkward or tense, well, at least not where it matters. I missed you too. He doesn't even care that Brady called him Jonny. He's too horny to care. There isn't more to be said. Not yet, in any case. They are young and some things take precedent over others, sex being one of them. The blond's lips are like velvet and his touch is as hauntingly gentle as Jon remembers. When Brady works down his torso to his very obvious bulge, Jon's zipping his lips because Catelyn has got impeccable hearing and he doesn't fancy having his little piece of heaven interrupted by the bitter harpy. Brady holds him delicately in his hand but there's nothing delicate about his mouth-work. The guy's pretty messy with the oral and Jon's got to admit, his cock sliding in and out of Blondie's mouth is the most obscene sight he's ever witnessed. The sight of Brady sucking him off is like something out of his more erotic fantasies and that coupled with the sounds of his dutiful slurping has Jon planting his hand firmly against the wall before his knees give in. He almost wants to look away but he has learned quickly that sometimes it just isn't possible. He knows full-well how he tastes after the result of boyish curiosity and often ponders how Brady likes it. If he doesn't, he's kept that to himself and Jon couldn't be anymore grateful. Brady has a habit of making him feel like a real catch. It's love, he realises, not for the first time. Jon loves him too. He can't really help himself. When he comes, it's a muffled sort of groan that doesn't go very far but the indents of teeth on his knuckles do. And pretty soon he's sprawled over a carpeted floor with six inches of circumcised goodness in place. Jon doesn't consider himself a pro at cock sucking so the act in itself is rare but each time he gets a look at his significant other, he's reminded of just why the heck he bothers. Brady is a vision with his flushed cheeks and rosy lips, always semi-parted to let forth sounds that make Jon want to dirty his boxers. When Brady is finished, Jon swallows but doesn't move. He rests his stubbled chin on the boy's naked stomach and begins tracing the tip of his tongue around an adorable belly button. Brady likes it when he doesn't shave. He says the extra hair makes him look sexy but Jon has the nagging suspicion that he just wants to add on the years. People are often fond of reminding him that he looks about 12 years old on a good day. Jon hums a nameless tune and blows gently against the damp skin of his boyfriend's stomach. He can't see it but he knows Brady is smiling in that usual calm manner that far exceeds his years. It's something they have in common, he knows. Boyish and lost one moment and wise and troubled the next. It's in the eyes. They both have expressive eyes. We still up for that dinner date, Jonny? Jon doesn't respond right away. He's too busy doing nothing at all. It's a strange thing for him to be lying in such cramped quarters, sticky and languid but he figures this is the best it'll get for him and he's okay with that. Nay, he loves that. He has come home and right now, home is where he wants to be. So Jon presses a kiss to Brady's stomach and smiles a rare smile. Nah. We're fine where we are. JonBrady This That Touch Are you okay? Jon is busy assessing the damage to his face but Brady has long forgotten the pain. Who is this guy and why is he touching him? It's only after he leaves that Brady realises he liked it. Ache Jon knows that feeling well. He aches when he's eaten too much. He aches if he pushes himself extra hard during a workout. He aches if his pants are too tight. But this is a different kind of ache. It's a glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eye and it aches. It aches real bad. Sway He moves like the wind when he wants to. Jon has seen him lose himself plenty of times in the rhythm of the music and later that day when he has him pushed up against the nearest wall, Jon realises that he knows how to sway too. Reality In an alternate reality, we'd be soldiers. Watchers. And guard this giant fortress. A Wall. And I'd be a bastard and you'd be an orphan. And you'd rise in the ranks and fuck up everyone's shit. And you'd be right there beside me. Your sidekick. No. My better half. Chocolate Just let it melt, they say. Jon has and he's busy watching his sticky fingers disappear between a pair of pink lips. Brady isn't particularly fond of sweets, he knows, but when Jon puts his mind to something, he can make anything good and right now, a chocolate covered finger is about as good at it gets. Furniture Desks, tables, chairs, kitchen counters. Jon has fucked him anywhere and everywhere. Brady thinks it's time the Starks did a little redecorating. The furniture is starting to look a little used. What's this smear? Catelyn asks. Jon stifles his laughter and heads off in search of Pledge Furniture Spray. Baby Baby... Jon rasps, panting and sweating with his forehead pressed evenly against Brady's. He's not yet 16 and Jon has the sudden urge to cradle him protectively in his arms. Baby, he repeats as he pulls him down. Pain There's pain. There's always pain when Jon enters him. It's no different this time and he's fighting the hurt as hard as he always does but then Jon hushes him with a kiss and he knows it's not a battle he has to fight on his own. Scars Later, when he's busy buttoning up, he catches sight of the fading bruises on his collarbone. His fingers brush over the one on his neck. Last Tuesday. He traces the one just above his left nipple. Sunday before last. He finds the most recent and sees the imprint of Brady's even teeth, smiling fondly. 23 minutes ago. Worship And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, This is my body given for you do this in remembrance of me . Brady is smiling, not because he's naked and sprawled out onto the bed like a human buffet, not because he can feel thick curls tickling the inside of his thighs. The Bible? Shh. I'm at worship, he says and eats the bread of his boyfriend's body. Kiss His kisses leave him breathless. There's passion and desperation and sometimes he gets the feeling it's the last he'll see of him. But Jon always comes back for more and Brady relinquishes his fears to the perfect harmony of their moving mouths. Hair He denies his obsession but Brady knows. It's all those times he's grabbed an umbrella on the way out 'just in case'. It's the foreign products that keep the dark curls glistening and styled to perfection. Jon hates it when people touch his hair but tonight, he's murmuring appreciatively as Brady threads his fingers through the beautiful mop. Love Jon is the first thing he thinks of when he hears the word love. He doesn't expect him to feel the same way but his heart skips a beat whenever Jon slips his arms around his waist and whispers the I love you he never tires of hearing. Death He's 16 and a lot less concerned with such finalities. He doesn't brood over things like Jon does. He knows they all have to go at some point but a part of him hopes and prays that his time comes before Jon's. Thunder I hate thunder, he grumbles. The corner of Jon's lips twitch threateningly. The world outside is cold and grey and the thunder booms loud enough to scare the holy hell out of Brady. Jon doesn't laugh. He's too busy taking Brady into his arms and holding him close. Don't worry, he reassures softly, It's just the Gods bowling. Everyone knows that. Brady can only snort and nuzzle his face into his boyfriend's chest. You know nothing, Jon Snow. Hunger Have some more, he urges. Brady rolls his eyes and helps himself to another slice - his fourth. Jon's always forcing food on him like the fussy mother he's never had. He has to remind himself that it's in Jon's nature to worry and the second Jon stops will be the day he has to worry. Here have my frie- No! Face You're really too cute for your own good. Jon opens his mouth to protest but he knows anything he says will just fall on deaf ears. Besides, he's too busy trying to pry his boyfriend's hands off of his cheeks. Such a cute face. You're like the puppy I always wanted. For a second, Jon is too shocked to say anything but he doesn't have time to formulate a scathing response because Brady's kissing him and Jon has to kiss back. Something about his pretty face compels him. Bliss When he takes my hand unexpectedly just because he wants to. Even under the table. I remember this one time we were watching a scary movie and he grabbe- I did no such thing. You so did. You're mistaking me for someone else. Jon's clinginess. That's bliss. When I wake up and see him asleep beside me. He barks in his sleep. I do not! Okay, he doesn't. But... he looks like an angel. Smells like teen spirit. That you do. But um, I guess... Just being with him. That's bliss. Right back at ya, Jonny. Don't call me that.