Unfulfilled [Jonny/Tim]
Tim’s mouth slammed against Jonny’s, all teeth and tongue and pain and spit. It wasn’t pretty, far from it in fact, but it was oh so good.
Jonny struggled to keep up, fighting for control despite not truly wanting it. His fingers tangled in Tim’s hair, pulling and clawing at it hard enough to rip several strands from his head. Jonny’s lips quirked into a smirk even as his mouth was being ravaged by Tim’s tongue.
He was slammed against a wall and Tim’s mouth moved from his lips to his neck, biting hard before soothing the wound with his tongue. Jonny allowed his head to fall back and his eyes to slip closed, letting himself just enjoy the sensations that washed over him.
It didn’t take long for Tim’s hands to find their way to Jonny’s belt, tugging it loose before removing it completely. Jonny’s vest was ripped open, buttons flying to the floor. He made a noise of distaste at his vest being ruined. He had others, of course, but they tended to get ruined, so he’d have to collect the buttons and sew them back on.
Tim didn’t seem to care that he’d created more work for Jonny to take care of. He simply worked on rucking Jonny’s shirt up to scratch at the skin of his stomach, earning a hiss that escaped the first mate’s lips.
“You want this.” Tim purred in his ear. “You’re like a fucking whore.”
“What, and you’re not?” Jonny challenged. “You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.”
Tim rolled his eyes, pushing his own coat off of his shoulders. “Shut up.” He shot at him, struggling to unbutton his vest. Jonny grew tired of waiting and yanked at the gunner’s clothes, successfully spilling the buttons to the floor.
The gunner scowled. “Why would you do that?”
“You did it to me.”
“Yeah, and you’re getting fucked, aren’t you?” Tim buried his hand in Jonny’s hair, yanking his head back. “Last time I checked, you’re not me.”
“No, but would you fuck me if I was?”
Tim slapped him across the face. “Just shut up for once.”
“Or what? You’ll hit me again? I gotta say, that isn’t very good incentive.”
“Or I’ll turn around and leave without touching you.”
Jonny stared at him. “You’re bluffing.”
“Wanna take that chance?”
Jonny fell silent.
“Good.”
Tim managed to get Jonny’s shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He resumed the kissing and biting of his first mate’s neck, earning small whimpers from the man in question.
Eventually, Jonny snapped.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Tim laughed, but not before slapping Jonny’s face again. “Turn around.” He ordered.
Jonny opened his mouth to refuse, but Tim grabbed his hips and forcibly spun him, pressing him against the wall as he forced his pants down. Tim’s fingers found their way to Jonny’s slick opening, already wet after barely being touched.
“You really want this, huh?” Tim smirked. “Already so fucking desperate for me.”
“Shut up.” Jonny’s face burned.
Tim chuckled as he pushed two fingers into him, causing the first mate to gasp. Tim didn’t waste any time, fucking his fingers into Jonny at a rapid pace, not caring if he was actually pleasuring him. All he cared about was making sure that he was plenty stretched for him.
He pressed a third finger into him, scissoring him open. When he finally pulled his fingers free, there was a hint of red mixed in with Jonny’s juices. Tim sucked his fingers clean before undoing his belt and shoving his pants and underwear down.
He spat on his hand before stroking his cock. He stroked slowly, wanting to see how long Jonny could go without being touched.
He lasted less than a minute.
“Come on and fuck me already.” He demanded. “I’m ready. What’s taking you so long?”
That was all Tim needed to hear.
He pushed into Jonny quickly, hearing him gasp out. He gripped the first mate’s hips before withdrawing and slamming back in. He didn’t relent, fucking Jonny at a breakneck pace.
Jonny’s whole body moved with the force of Tim’s thrusts and he started panting. A hand snaked down to stroke his cock, but Tim swatted it away.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” He growled. “Just for that, you’re going to come on my cock alone.”
Jonny whined. “I-I can’t. You know I can’t.”
“Then I guess you’re not coming.” Tim’s voice was cold and cruel and remarkably clear for someone who was currently pistoning inside of his first mate.
Jonny pressed his forehead against the cold wall before him, fighting back tears of pleasure and frustration. He needed to be touched. He needed it.
He could feel Tim getting close behind him, could feel his erratic thrusts and the way he panted. It only took a few more thrusts before Tim was spilling within Jonny, biting down hard on the first mate’s neck to muffle his scream.
He pulled out, slapping Jonny’s ass as he did so. Jonny was still desperately wanting.
Tim smirked. “I’ll see you around, Jonny.” He pulled up his pants and left the room, leaving Jonny hopelessly unfulfilled.