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The Clutch
Yarr, here be The fast and The Furious porn, for Rainey. Thanks to Seme for the title and general you-suck-at-this-fandom-so-I-shall-help-you-ness. And yes, I do get to talk like a pirate and make up terms because I just wrote more than half my deancasbigbang in two days and I am just that cool. *brags*
The Clutch
NC-17 | Brian/Jesse | ~ 800 words
“Shut up, and stop telling people about our sex life.”
Kink: Begging
Sometimes, Brain’s found, Jesse talks a lot. A lot.
(Dom, you need this part, dude, I know it’s expensive but you need it. Do you have any idea what this’ll do to your engine? I do, and it’s awesome, man, you need this shit.)
Even when he doesn’t need to.
(Hey, Brian, there’s that new movie out. You remember the name? I just know there’s a lot of exploding shit. You in? C’mon, man, you gotta come, ‘else it’s just me an Vince, man, c’mon.)
“C’mon, Brian,” Jesse whines, arms crossed over his chest.
“Uh, no,” Brian huffs, pulling his shirt on. Jesse does not look pleased with this new development.
“Take the clothes off, man, stay a while,” Jesse says, flipping up the covers on his bed.
(Okay, but Brian, Jesus, man, Brian, he does this thing with his tongue --)
“Do you have any idea how creepy it is that Dom knows we’re having sex?”
“... No,” Jesse says.
Just to piss him off, Brian pulls his jacket back on, ignoring the billion degree weather. Jesse scowls.
“Just because I bragged about how good you are in bed...”
“He keeps calling me deepthroat, asshole.”
“He guessed that part!” Jesse says, waving his hand.
“Not according to Vince,” Brian snaps.
“You believe Vince?”
Brian frowns, because, yeah, good point, but how else would Vince know about... everything.
“Shut up, and stop telling people about our sex life.”
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Jesse says, pulling his annoyingly cute face that Brian should not have told him he thinks is adorable.
“Don’t call me baby.”
Jesse sighs, his cute face getting momentarily cuter, and Brian scowls. “Please, Brian. Don’t make me beg.”
“Maybe I should,” Brian says, letting his jacket slide down his shoulders.
Jesse smirks, “maybe you should, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” Brian snaps.
“Alright, alright,” Jesse says, hands held up in surrender.
“Apologize.”
Jesse raises an eyebrow, and Brian almost takes it back. “I’m sorry, Brian.”
Brian’s hands move to the edge of his shirt. “You gonna ask me to take it off?”
“Yeah, take it off, man,” Jesse says, impatiently. Brian waits. “Take it off, please.”
“Sure,” Brian says, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Jesse stares, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “C’mere.”
“Come here what?”
“Come here, please, Brian.” Brian walks to the edge of the bed, kneeling just at the edge of the mattress. “Brian,” Jesse whines.
“You know what to do,” Brian says.
“Come closer, Brian, please.”
Brian smirks, crawling closer to Jesse across the bed.
“What now, Jesse?” Brain asks, kneeling over him.
“Take your pants off. Please.” Jesse says, rolling his eyes on the last word.
“Nuh uh. Nicely,” Brain amends.
Jesse curls his fingers in Brian’s belt loops, “please, Brian, take these off. I wanna see you.”
“... Okay,” Brian says, nearly blown away by the sincerity in Jesse’s voice.
“What, you surprised that I’m not a total dick?” Jesse asks.
“A little,” Brian answers, popping the button on his jeans.
“Thanks,” Jesse says, running his hands down Brian’s legs. “Maybe I should make you beg for it.”
“How would you do that, exactly?” Brian asks, wiggling out of his jeans. They only fall a little ways down, held up by the angle of his legs.
“I’m... not sure,” Jesse says, running his eyes up and down Brian’s body. “Having trouble thinking right now...”
“What are you going to ask me for next, Jesse?”
“Kiss me,” Jesse says, tilting his head up.
“Say the magic word,” Brian demands.
“Please kiss me, Brian, I really want you to kiss me.”
Brian cups Jesse’s face in his hands, running his his fingers along the curve of his jaw. He tilts his head up and presses their lips together, nipping at Jesse’s lower lip. “What now?” he murmurs.
“Get me off, Brian, c’mon, please?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Brian mutters, settling onto Jesse’s lap, tugging Jesse’s zipper open and palming down his cock.
“Yeah, keep it up,” Jesse whispers, pushing his hips into Brian’s hand. “C’mon, please keep going, Brian.” Brian pulls Jesse’s jeans down, getting a hand around his cock.
“Say the word, Jesse,” Brian hisses.
“Please.”
Jesse comes fast, already half worked up just from talking about it. Brain had no idea, but he’s definitely taking advantage of that later.
“So,” Brian says, settling down in bed with Jesse, “if you ever tell Dom about me giving you head again, I’m telling him about this.”
“Fair enough,” Jesse says, sleepily.
~
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The Clutch
NC-17 | Brian/Jesse | ~ 800 words
“Shut up, and stop telling people about our sex life.”
Kink: Begging
Sometimes, Brain’s found, Jesse talks a lot. A lot.
(Dom, you need this part, dude, I know it’s expensive but you need it. Do you have any idea what this’ll do to your engine? I do, and it’s awesome, man, you need this shit.)
Even when he doesn’t need to.
(Hey, Brian, there’s that new movie out. You remember the name? I just know there’s a lot of exploding shit. You in? C’mon, man, you gotta come, ‘else it’s just me an Vince, man, c’mon.)
“C’mon, Brian,” Jesse whines, arms crossed over his chest.
“Uh, no,” Brian huffs, pulling his shirt on. Jesse does not look pleased with this new development.
“Take the clothes off, man, stay a while,” Jesse says, flipping up the covers on his bed.
(Okay, but Brian, Jesus, man, Brian, he does this thing with his tongue --)
“Do you have any idea how creepy it is that Dom knows we’re having sex?”
“... No,” Jesse says.
Just to piss him off, Brian pulls his jacket back on, ignoring the billion degree weather. Jesse scowls.
“Just because I bragged about how good you are in bed...”
“He keeps calling me deepthroat, asshole.”
“He guessed that part!” Jesse says, waving his hand.
“Not according to Vince,” Brian snaps.
“You believe Vince?”
Brian frowns, because, yeah, good point, but how else would Vince know about... everything.
“Shut up, and stop telling people about our sex life.”
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Jesse says, pulling his annoyingly cute face that Brian should not have told him he thinks is adorable.
“Don’t call me baby.”
Jesse sighs, his cute face getting momentarily cuter, and Brian scowls. “Please, Brian. Don’t make me beg.”
“Maybe I should,” Brian says, letting his jacket slide down his shoulders.
Jesse smirks, “maybe you should, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” Brian snaps.
“Alright, alright,” Jesse says, hands held up in surrender.
“Apologize.”
Jesse raises an eyebrow, and Brian almost takes it back. “I’m sorry, Brian.”
Brian’s hands move to the edge of his shirt. “You gonna ask me to take it off?”
“Yeah, take it off, man,” Jesse says, impatiently. Brian waits. “Take it off, please.”
“Sure,” Brian says, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Jesse stares, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “C’mere.”
“Come here what?”
“Come here, please, Brian.” Brian walks to the edge of the bed, kneeling just at the edge of the mattress. “Brian,” Jesse whines.
“You know what to do,” Brian says.
“Come closer, Brian, please.”
Brian smirks, crawling closer to Jesse across the bed.
“What now, Jesse?” Brain asks, kneeling over him.
“Take your pants off. Please.” Jesse says, rolling his eyes on the last word.
“Nuh uh. Nicely,” Brain amends.
Jesse curls his fingers in Brian’s belt loops, “please, Brian, take these off. I wanna see you.”
“... Okay,” Brian says, nearly blown away by the sincerity in Jesse’s voice.
“What, you surprised that I’m not a total dick?” Jesse asks.
“A little,” Brian answers, popping the button on his jeans.
“Thanks,” Jesse says, running his hands down Brian’s legs. “Maybe I should make you beg for it.”
“How would you do that, exactly?” Brian asks, wiggling out of his jeans. They only fall a little ways down, held up by the angle of his legs.
“I’m... not sure,” Jesse says, running his eyes up and down Brian’s body. “Having trouble thinking right now...”
“What are you going to ask me for next, Jesse?”
“Kiss me,” Jesse says, tilting his head up.
“Say the magic word,” Brian demands.
“Please kiss me, Brian, I really want you to kiss me.”
Brian cups Jesse’s face in his hands, running his his fingers along the curve of his jaw. He tilts his head up and presses their lips together, nipping at Jesse’s lower lip. “What now?” he murmurs.
“Get me off, Brian, c’mon, please?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Brian mutters, settling onto Jesse’s lap, tugging Jesse’s zipper open and palming down his cock.
“Yeah, keep it up,” Jesse whispers, pushing his hips into Brian’s hand. “C’mon, please keep going, Brian.” Brian pulls Jesse’s jeans down, getting a hand around his cock.
“Say the word, Jesse,” Brian hisses.
“Please.”
Jesse comes fast, already half worked up just from talking about it. Brain had no idea, but he’s definitely taking advantage of that later.
“So,” Brian says, settling down in bed with Jesse, “if you ever tell Dom about me giving you head again, I’m telling him about this.”
“Fair enough,” Jesse says, sleepily.
~
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