1:25 AM

By Clarity Scifiroots

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Rating: Adults Only! No redeeming plot value...

Words: 600 Prompt: Melissa Etheridge lyrics

Summary: Inspired by the ME song “An Unusual Kiss.” An utterly plotless, shameless, first time romp. (For dz100 despite being over the usual drabble word limit.)

It's a late night, and while it's not unusual for them to still be awake and talking in the early hours, it is unusual for them to be at Bruce's. The refrigerator hums in the kitchen, sounding impossibly loud when the conversation lulls and both men realize how late it is. Something feels different, the air has a slight edge of tension – an unspoken, mysterious promise.

Breaking the silence, Bruce offers to drive Johnny home. The blond smiles but shakes his head as he stands. He could take a taxi, he says. Bruce shrugs half-heartedly and moves to clear away the remains of their late night dinner. He stills when fingertips ghost over the nape of his neck. With a sharp inhale, Bruce turns to Johnny with a questioning look. The blond captures the other man’s lips before any words reach the air.

Johnny’s fingers twist the fabric of Bruce’s shirt, pulling him close— closer still— not close enough. Bruce gasps when their mouths slip apart enough to breathe. Bruce’s hands slide down the psychic’s back; his dark fingers slip through belt loops and tug firmly. He steps forward, walking Johnny backwards to the short hall leading to the bedroom. With mumbled half-sentences a question is asked and consent given.

When they bump into the doorframe, Bruce laughs, his head tilting back. Johnny nuzzles close and starts sucking wet kisses along the offered skin. With the blond taking the lead, they stumble into the room and toe off their shoes. Bruce starts undoing the fastenings of Johnny’s jeans, but the psychic hinders the process by yanking up the man’s shirt. In a few minutes of frustrated struggles, shirts are discarded and pants undone. Bruce slides out of his khakis and sits back on the bed; Johnny pushes off his jeans.

Their fingers link together as Johnny lays down beside Bruce. One dark leg insinuates itself between pale thighs. The psychic groans and spreads his legs a little wider. The next meeting of hips provides better friction and Bruce mutters incoherently. He frees one hand and clutches Johnny’s hip, guiding their increasingly frantic movements. Johnny’s mouth traverses his lover’s skin, nipping desperately as he searches for Bruce’s lips.

Someone’s breath hitches as Johnny’s hand tugs down underwear so that flesh rubs against flesh. Bruce rolls them over, pulling one of Johnny’s legs around his waist. The blond reaches between them and strokes twin erections with trembling fingers. Bruce’s back arches as he bites his lip, muffling his moans and other needy noises; Johnny focuses on the sound, imagining he can feel the vibrations of that voice, and he’s undone. Bruce forces himself to look down as he feels his lover’s climax, his eyes trying to memorize the sight of his long-time friend so undone. A few more thrusts grinding their bodies together carries him over the edge.

When he regains some coherency, Bruce carefully rolls onto his side and tugs Johnny around to face him. He hopes the position will not aggravate the psychic’s old wounds. The blonde’s hot breath shudders over Bruce’s collarbone, and a pale hand presses gently against his chest.

This, whatever this is, changes... everything and nothing at all. Bruce waits, but the muscles beneath his hands don’t tense and the breath against his skin evens out. Johnny shifts his leg, toes tickling the arch of Bruce’s foot as he attempts to get closer. With a sigh of relief, Bruce wraps his arm more firmly around his friend and tilts his head so that his lips touch skin. For now there are no words. He isn’t worried.

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