Never Gets Old

By Clarity Scifiroots

Summary: Porn! Smut! Ack. It’s for wallsmut! The boys get back home and are a wee bit impatient...

Twenty-first day of June!fic - misura’s “on location” request.

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“God it’s good to be home,” Bruce groaned when Johnny finally broke the possessive kiss.

“Next time we go camping,” Johnny gasped between the kisses he trailed down his lover’s neck, “we go alone.”

Bruce snickered. “Thought you loved the whole family thing, getting to be a dad and all?”

Johnny growled threateningly and pressed Bruce more firmly against the front door. “I love my son, but I’ll be damned if I go another day without tearing your clothes off.” To prove his point, he popped the button of Bruce’s jeans and dove right in. His other hand snaked under his lover’s shirt to caress a muscled chest.

“O-okay,” Bruce said breathlessly, arching into the touch. “Why don’t we go upstairs?” Despite his words, his hands were busy shoving aside Johnny’s clothing to gain access to glorious, bare skin.

“Can’t wait.” Johnny’s chin hooked over Bruce’s shoulder, putting his mouth in easy access of a dark earlobe. The blond nipped playfully for a few moments, then swirled his tongue along the curves of Bruce’s ear.

A squeak escaped Bruce’s lips unexpectedly. Deciding he’d definitely lost any control in the situation, he set about remedying that by tugging down Johnny’s pants and underwear. Success! he thought with satisfaction as his cupped his hands around the swell of his lover’s ass and tugged him closer. Instinctively their legs tangled and hips jerked to rub flushed erections into blessed friction.

Bruce panted against his lover’s cheek as he felt determined hands heading south. Johnny shifted just slightly so that he could grasp both cocks in his hands. He gave one last bite to Bruce’s earlobe before turning his face into his lover’s neck.

“That’s it, babe...” Bruce squeezed the ass in his hands briefly.

“Bruce...” Johnny whispered raggedly.

Bruce ducked his head to capture his lover’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He dipped the fingers of one hand into the valley between his lover’s legs, tracing around the opening he hoped to occupy later that night.

Johnny’s hands moved faster and he groaned into the kiss.

Pressure building, Bruce dragged his mouth partially free to gulp hungrily for breath. Johnny’s teeth caught his lower lip and tugged possessively . The surge of his lover’s climax triggered Bruce to orgasm. He held Johnny close, riding out the shuddering waves of pleasure.

After a few minutes, Johnny cracked one eye open and said with a slight smile, “Never holding out that long again.”

Bruce moved his hands up to better support their embrace. “Oh yeah? What happens when we start turning grey?”

“Don’t have faith in your stamina?” Johnny quipped with a smirk, both eyes now open.

Bruce swapped his ass playfully. “There’ll probably be a day that the sex isn’t all that mind-blowing.”

“Never going to happen,” Johnny said with confidence, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck.

“Well, I suppose you are the psychic...” Bruce trailed off with a grin. Johnny leaned in for a tender kiss. “...And nothing’s ever normal with you,” Bruce concluded in a murmur.

“Come on, lover, let’s get to bed.”

~ * Fin * ~

Edited July 20, 2006