band: Sum41
pairing: Steve/Deryck
rating: NC-17
summary: horny boys and a stairway make for a funtime....
dedication: to Lyn, for her birthday! yayayayay!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! awesome girl!
disclaimer: graphic male/male sex, dont know the boys,
dont own them either. PURE SMUTTY FICTION!
Dated: May 18, 2003
The Stain on the Stairs
"Babe," I say with a smile as he turns to look at me- those brown eyes full of question, his eyebrows raised, "you got some sauce on your cheek." He smiles and wipes his face with the paper napkin.
I watch his eyes fall shut as his head drops against the back of the couch. He lazily scratches his arm before letting his hand fall to rest on his stomach. His white cotton shirt hanging loose on his relaxed form and his blue boxers hiding those hips and stomach that I love to touch.
I stare at his chest rising and falling, his fluttery eyelashes blinking and cannot take my eyes away from his natural careless features. Beautiful.
Its times like these my body craves his. Craves his touch, his kiss, his body beneath my fingertips.
He yawns and stretches, his body going rigid and his toes pointing.
I want him so bad right now.
It's quiet for a while; the only sound is the television softly muffling through the silence.
But its sweet silence, my mind flowing into beautiful scenarios of skin against warm skin, voices calling out names, moans and sighs escaping lips and his body reacting to my attention.
"I'm gonna shower," he mumbles casting a sexy smile at me and calling my attention back to the present. I return his smile and stare as he gets up and starts towards the kitchen, putting his glass in the sink.
He comes back into the living room and leans over the back of my chair. His lips meet mine, his warm wet tongue sliding along my lip - just making me want him even more.
I grip my fingers around his wrists as he pulls away, a smile tugging at the corners of his plump lips. I pull him around in front of me and down into my lap.
He makes a surprised moaning sound as I crush our lips together again, my hands pulling his body towards mine. I feel the passion as our tongues brush and our lips slide against each other.
But soon I'm not the one pulling him to me.
His hands cup my head and he slides his hips into mine. He moans and gasps for breath as his hands slide up under my shirt and I smirk.
"I thought you were gonna take a shower?" He groans and bites my ear, "Yeah, not happening now. Why do I smell?"
His lips are back on mine before I can answer and I'm left murmuring a 'yes' between breaths. He smiles against my lips and mumbles 'Fucker' before grinding his hips down hard into mine.
"Fuck Deryck," I arch my back and moan, pulling his hips against me again. His hard cock is pressing into my stomach urging me on.
He groans and continues to press down into my lap as his lips skip along mine.
I slide my hands down his ass, pulling his boxers as I go and tugging them down his thighs.
His lips disconnect from mine as I wrap my fingers around the base of his dick, tugging lightly upwards. He moans pleasantly and rolls his hips against my hand and lap. He leans his head back and grips my shoulders, a smile tugging on his lips again.
"My god I want you so bad," I moan as he squirms in my lap, "right now."
He kisses me again before getting up and pulling on my hand.
My hands roam his backside as he turns off the TV and begins up the stairs. I grab him and push him against the wall. My hips grinding against his and our lips connecting harshly. He moans and pushes against me, his body warm and hard against mine.
His hands slip down the back of my pants then around to the front, his palm grazing my cock before pulling my pants off all the way. I step out of them and pull his boxers off again before tugging his shirt off.
I nip along his collarbone and run my hands over the vast amount of skin in front of me. My hands slip to his dick again and he moans in my ear.
"Steve...upstairs…" he pulls my shirt off and kisses my neck.
"I can't wait that long," I moan in one long breath and he groans against my mouth. In one move I pull him away from the wall and hold him against me, commanding him to kneel on the stair step in front of us.
He leans forward, his body ready for mine and I lean over him. I kiss him neck and tease his entrance with my cock. He moans and I chuckle lowly before gripping his hip and pushing in.
His breath hitches and he moans loudly, his body trembling beneath me. I pull out and push back in, his body splaying forward, letting me fuck him.
His moans and gasps are making me so turned on and by the way his fingers are gripping the stair rail, I can tell he is too.
I thrust up into him hard and he moans loudly, louder than before, and I grin against his back. He's straightened up a bit and is pushing back against me now. I reach around and grip his cock, hearing him moan and feeling his muscles tense. I pump my hand against him, thrusting into him fiercely at the same time.
"Uhhh Deryck," I moan with a long, slow, deep thrust.
"I'm almost there…oh fuck…fuck Steve."
His hand grips the rail next to him and his other made into a fist as he screams, coming all over my hand. His muscles tensed and body rigid, I thrust into him one last time- exploding into him with a moan and scream of my own.
I rest my cheek against his heaving back, feeling his body calming down and his heart beating fast in his chest. He sighs and I pull away from him, disentangling our bodies from each other.
He grins and kisses me as I smooth his blonde hair away from his face. "Heh, thanks. I needed that." He kisses me again, "Now I really need a shower. And you do too." He stands up and tugs on my hand, "Join me?"
I grin and follow him up the stair the rest of the way, leaving our mess on the stairs to clean up later.
Oh dear, its already begun to stain....
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the end.
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