

Band: Mest
Pairing: Matt/Jere
Rating: NC-17
Dated: October 31, 2003
Summary: Jere is sick, Matt gives him a show. Simple.Disclaimer: This is fiction. It never happened and I am in no way affiliated with Mest.
They are not in homosexual relationships with each other
and no you may not copy parts of my fiction to use in your own!
A Work Of Friction
Jere whimpers after a rough bout of coughing and sits up against the pillows, sniffing pathetically and swallowing against his sore throat. “Ugh,” he groans and glances over at his boyfriend, jealous of his healthy state of contented relaxation, lying next to him in bed. “I hate you.”
Matt frowns and glances over at Jere, “Wha…oh.” He smiles softy and pats Jere’s thigh, “I’m sorry. Still feel bad?” he slinks back under the covers when Jere shoots him a dangerous look. “Can I get you something?”
Jere shakes his head, “No, I already took stuff. It’s just not working.”
“Are you hungry?” Matt asks. Jere shakes his head, no, and Matt asks again, “Are you tired? Cold? Wanna watch a movie? Trading Spaces? Wanna cuddle? Want to…go play video games?” Matt rattles off ideas as Jere shakes his head to each. “Then what?”
Jere shrugs and sniffs then falls forward onto the bed, his pink tinged cheek pressed into the mattress and his hands curled up underneath his chin. “I’m…”
“You’re what?”
“I’m horny!” Jere groans and tries to hold back a cough.
Matt grins as he begins to sit up and move over towards Jere, “Well I can help you with that.”
Jere sighed, “No,” he said putting his hand on Matt's arm, stopping him, “no. I can’t even breathe properly without coughing and I’ll just get you sick.”
Matt flopps back down on the bed, “Well then I can’t help you.” They lapse into silence again, Jere’s coughs and the murmur of the television the only sounds in the dimly lit room. After a few moments, Jere mumbles something into the comforter. “Hmm?” Matt asks and Jere doesn’t answer at first.
“You could jerk off for me,” Jere says quickly. Matt sits up and looks at Jere peeking up at him. Jere smiles innocently and Matt smirks.
“You want me to jerk you off or jerk myself off?” Matt questions, beginning to pull the blankets down.
Jere mumbles “you” and sits up slowly, repositioning himself back up against the headboard. Matt grinns and shoves his hand down the front of his boxers. Jere shakes his head and whimpers, “No, not like that.” Matt looks up at him frowning again and Jere smiles. “No, lay down and close your eyes.” Matt obeys and Jere smiles again. “Okay, now take off your boxers slowly and …touch yourself.” Jere blushes even though the lights are dimmed and his voice is low as he tells Matt what to do, embarrassed at how he is expressing his desires for Matt.
Matt opens his eyes and glances up at Jere, a smile playing on his lips, “Oh, you want like the I-just-hit-puberty-look-what-I-can-do jerking off?” Jere blushes and nods his head, covering his face with his hand briefly. Matt laughs, “Alright, let’s see what I can do.”
Matt fishes around for the remote control and mutes the television, keeping the glow from it so Jere can see him. He pulls his legs out from underneath the blankets and stretches himself out on the bed. Matt points his toes and stretches a little before relaxing into the bedding with his eyes closed. “Don’t fall asleep on me here,” Jere smiles, giddy that he is going to get a show.
Matt opens his eyes and laughs, “I won’t. It’s been years since I’ve thought about it before doing it though. Usually it’s just…” he trails off making a motion with his hand and Jere giggles slightly. Matt closes his eyes again with a smile still tugging on his features.
“Just forget I’m even here,” Jere whispers and Matt nods.
He licks his lips, making them glisten and Jere mirrors his action, his eyes watching Matt's movements carefully. Matt's hands skim down over his stomach and over his hip bones, his index fingers sliding along the elastic waistband of his plaid boxers, left hand sliding back up his happy trail. He dips his thumbs underneath the band and begins to pull them down, Jere licking his lips without thinking when Matt's dick comes into view. He sits up slightly to throw the boxers into the clothes hamper on the other side of the room before lying back down on the bed. He slides his hand down his stomach once more, his fingertips light on his skin as he brushes his semi-hard cock. He bites his bottom lip lightly, making those dimples stand out. Matt's fingers trail over the base of his dick, rolling his palm along the shaft as his other hand comes to rest just below his hip. He pushes his hand down to massage his balls, his body beginning to react.
Jere pull his knees up to his chest, trying to keep himself from coughing- not wanting to ruin the moment. He just sits there completely still, one hand on his knee the other under his chin, watching Matt's every move.
Matt slowly strokes his cock, his right hand wrapped around the shaft and his left making circles along the base. His pre-cum is beginning to slip along his fingers and Jere watches in ecstasy as Matt spreads it over his cock, using it to help his hand move faster. He pumps his hand down his cock at a moderate pace still, his other hand now fondling his balls- tugging, squeezing, and rubbing them gently. His eyes are still closed but now his lips are slightly parted, beginning to pant lightly. His breath quickened.
Matt begins to stroke a little faster, adding in a twist of his wrist as he works his cock. He pulls his left hand back and pushes himself up into almost a sitting position, his legs bending to where he’s almost sitting cross-legged but not, and turning to face Jere a little.
Jere swallows hard as he watches Matt's hand moving quicker and quicker along his cock, the pre-cum making his skin shine in the dim light.
He tips his head back and a rough groan escapes his throat, Jere noticing the fine sheen of sweat now covering Matt's chest, stomach, and shoulders. Matt licks his lips and his brows furrow, his hand speeding up and his stomach muscles fluttering beneath his skin.
Just as Matt's hand began to really speed up and beat himself hard, he slowed down to almost stopping. He unclenched his palm and ran his fingertips along the shaft again, running his palm over the very tip. He lets out a deep breath before gripping his cock again, pumping slowly.
Jere realizes his body is having its own reactions but he pushes them aside as Matt's hand begins to speed up again. He watches Matt's jaw clench and unclench- much like the muscles in his lower stomach are doing.
Matt tips his head back once again, getting a quickened pace started with his hand, pulling and pumping ferociously on his cock. Matt's back begins to arch forward, his right hand moving fast now and his left gripping the side of the bed. Jere hears his breathing hitch, small choking noises coming from the back of his throat and his eyelids fluttering as he nears the end.
He releases a low humming noise and his hips push upwards into his hand, his shoulders and legs straining. His hips move a few more times as his hand keeps a frantic pace over his dick. Matt's raspy sex-laden voice groans and his legs begin to tense up, his back straightening up.
A few more hard pumps and Matt bites his bottom lip hard, his back arching laboriously and his hips lifting off the bed. His cum slides through his fingertips and onto his stomach and thighs. He writhes around, his hand still pumping at his cock, and his head thrown back with his eyes shut tight. He groans one last time, milking his orgasm until the very last drop, and ends with a guttural moan, “Miah.”
His whole body relaxes and he pants, his cum covered hand resting on his leg and his eyes still shut, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his plump lips. He lets out one last deep breath before finally looking up at Jere.
Jere sits there; his lips parted in fraction pant/part moan/part amazement as he stares at Matt.
Matt grins and leans over, closing his mouth onto Jere’s, flicking his tongue against his bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. He pulls away and Jere’s eyes open slowly. Matt's grin is there to meet his gaze and he asks, “Well?”
Jere just blinks before he nods his head, “That was…I…I’ve never seen you,” he stops to cough, regaining his breath before he tries to speak again, “Hot.”
Matt smirks and raises his eyebrows, “Did that make you hot?” Jere just stares as Matt reaches over and tugs lightly on the bottoms of his pajama pants. Jere coughs and begins to protest- it ending up more as a moan as Matt's hand brushes his hard cock. “I won’t get sick from sucking you off.”
And Jere can’t protest anymore as Matt's lips wrap around his dick.
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the end.
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