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Most people love their days off from their jobs, especially social service jobs. And with good reason - they can be exhaustive and repetitive (and they are, most of the time), and yet they’re a necessity for both the workers to earn their living and for the customers.
Pip, however, was bored to death. He didn’t have much to do at home; He’s had some hobbies but he only sticks to them for a few weeks, and they get old. At least his job gets him walking around and doing things.
Currently, Pip was laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He’d been working since he turned 14, but mostly babysitting or pet walking. Once he turned 16, he got a part-time job at a diner in town, and has been working there ever since. He didn’t mind it; it was quite nice, sans the rude customers, and kids who knew him from school, and the pay.
Despite the not-so-great pay, he at least could afford his own apartment as he lived with Damien. Apparently Pip’s salary pays just enough for them to both afford to live in their apartment (Damien is still working on getting a job as a tattoo artist, now that they’re 18).
He sighed, turning onto his stomach, his cheek squishing against his arm as his other one hung off of the side of the couch. Damien had a day off too, it’s a holiday, but he decided to use that time to go to the gym. This meant that Pip was left to his own devices for the time being, getting gradually more restless.
The TV had nothing of interest on it, and any attempts to find a channel Pip liked were futile. None of the books Pip owned seemed to pull him in either, and he wasn’t hungry enough to eat or tired enough to sleep, so he had settled with sitting on the couch, and thinking to himself about life.
Eventually, he heard the barely audible click! Of the lock, followed by a creak of the door, and he hurried to sit up.
Finally…
Pip watched as Damien walked in, wearing a simple black tank top and his usual baggy pants. Pip watched patiently as Damien placed his bag down on the floor and removed his shirt (as he often did in the comfort of their home), and once Damien was settled, Pip practically pounced on the other with affection.
Damien chuckled in surprise as hands suddenly wrapped around him, and he held Pip too, kissing his forehead. “Someone missed me.”
Pip ignored the teasing, more focused on kissing any exposed skin on Damien’s head he could reach, and cupping Damien’s cheeks to turn his head when he couldn’t. “Oh, Damien, It’s so dreadfully boring today. I couldn’t even nap to pass the time…”
“Is it, now?” Damien turned his head purposefully, kissing Pip on the lips shortly before continuing, “Then, how about I go shower, and we can do something less boring.”
Pip paused, scanning over Damien. He didn’t take the time to look before, but Damien had a heat radiating off of him. Probably a result of the workout, but the scent and the hair sticking to his forehead, and the sight of his bare torso with the bunches of chest hair… It made Pip gulp.
Damien began to walk away, but Pip blocked his way. “Wait-!” he blurted out without thinking, clearing his throat and flushing. He should really act less impulsive.
“What is it?” Damien’s eyebrows furrowed, his expression neutral with a hint of curiosity.
Before Pip could think about it further, the words left him. “You smell nice.”
“...Thank you?”
“And you look nice.”
A beat passed, the 2 men looking at each other silently until finally Damien broke the silence with a smirk.
“Philip Pirrup… Is there something you want to tell me?”
Pip’s previously flushed expression soured playfully, and he crossed his arms. “No.”
“Is it, by any chance, related to this?” Pip squeaked as Damien stepped closer and ran his hand down Pip’s stomach, teasingly close to his tenting crotch. Pip stepped back instinctively. “You’re being incredibly crass.”
Damien let out a quiet laugh, moving his hand to Pip’s cheek. “You wanna go to bed before I shower?” There was a pause, but Pip nodded. “Very much so.”
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The soft sheets beneath Pip’s bare back could barely compare to the feeling of the larger man on top of him, with his tongue in his mouth.
Both in their underwear, Pip could feel that Damien was ready to continue whenever he was, and yet he chose to relish in the taste of their spit mixing for a minute longer, until he was out of breath and was forced to pull away.
Damien’s hands by Pip’s head, his rough breathing against Pip’s mouth, their hips slowly grinding against each other… Pip felt like he could explode already, and they’d barely even started. Damien brought it out in him, this restlessness he felt every time he saw him in this light.
Pip felt Damien reach down for his boxers, watching his face for confirmation. He didn’t need to think twice before nodding, cool air hitting his already half-hard erection. Damien gave another brief kiss to Pip’s lips, before trailing down to his torso.
The gentle touch of Damien’s hands, moving down his sternum, his stomach, and following the trail of blonde hairs leading to his crotch made Pip bite his lip in anticipation.
“You’re quite impatient today, aren’t you?” Damien chuckled, not needing to hear Pip’s whispered confirmation to know the answer. His hand wrapped around Pip’s dick, deliberately slowly.
Pip’s breath hitched, and he whimpered, his hands scratching at Damien’s back. He didn’t trust himself to talk without making an embarrassing noise, so he settled for listening, Damien’s deep voice by his ear relaxing him into the intense sensations coming from his crotch.
“Go on, tell me what you need. Want me to go slower? Faster?”
“F…Faster...”
“What was that? Slower?”
“Ggh… Damien!”
Damien let out a sadistic kind of laugh, but his hand sped up per Pip’s request regardless.
Pip let out a breathy moan, every movement sending an electricity through his body that he didn’t know how to process.
Pip suddenly felt something wet run across his forehead, and he gasped, opening his eyes to see Damien licking away the beads of sweat. The mix of shock and arousal combined with Damien twisting his hand made Pip let out an ungodly noise, his hips bucking up.
“I’m.. I’m close…” Pip breathed out, but immediately regretted it when the movement around his erection stopped, causing him to whine.
His need for stimulation was quickly fulfilled again by the fingers pressing up against his back entrance, slowly rubbing like they’re asking for entrance; far more gentle than Damien is with most things. Perhaps Pip might have appreciated the extra patience if he wasn’t more focused on the friction coming from it.
One finger turned into two, and then three, and by the time Pip felt Damien’s cock poking at him he was squirming impatiently.
“Ready?” Damien’s gruff voice grounded Pip a little, enough so he could nod.
Finally, a familiar burn emanated from Pip’s behind and made its way up his back in the form of a shiver, tingling all throughout his body and coming out in the form of a moan ripped from his throat forcefully.
He heard Damien groan too, and he made a quick decision to wrap his arms around Damien, sucking on his neck; The action served to both muffle his moans and focus on Damien a bit, which seemed to please the other man greatly based on his hot breath on Pip’s shoulder, so he continued.
Damien’s skin is rough from years of training and tension, not to mention his biology, so Pip wasn’t too scared to bite hard, despite the red marks quickly covering his back and neck.
Deep breaths, Damien whispered, or maybe Pip was thinking it as they fell into a rhythm, Pip’s hips clumsily rolling up against Damien’s slow movements. Pip let go of the other’s back for a moment, adjusting the position slightly.
“Let me see you,” he breathed out, his hands cupping Damien’s face and pulling it away from Pip’s shoulder. He scanned over the hair stuck to Damien’s face, his panting and the way his movements stuttered at Pip’s actions.
He looks wonderful.
“You look wonderful,” he said just that, and strained his neck to connect their lips together. He didn’t have to strain for too long as Damien pressed him down into the mattress, kissing lower. Pip let him.
When Damien started to smell his neck, Pip only huffed, the slightest bit flustered. With all the time they’ve been together, and all the time Damien had acted this way, one would think Pip would be more than used to this type of thing by now, but it made the fluttering in his stomach that much worse, every time again.
“You smell wonderful.” Damien retorted with a long lick to Pip’s face, and if that wasn’t enough, Pip could feel the roughness of it, and whimpered.
Damien’s pace started to quicken, and Pip repositioned his legs to wrap around Damien’s midriff, neither of them feeling enough shame to remain quiet any longer. Pip could feel Damien panting more than he could hear it, and he decided to reach down between them and hurry the process.
He got about 3 strokes in before Damien noticed and removed his wrist, replacing it with his own. Damien’s hands were softer than Pip’s, uncharacteristically. Pip didn’t mind it—no, he likes it, more than his own hand—but it was a bit of a surprise to both of them when they first held hands, long ago.
“Pip…” Damien whispered, his voice faltering. Pip knows what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth. “I’m… I’m close, I’m gonna…”
Pip was close as well, he could feel it, but he didn’t want to focus on anything but the sensation so he bit on Damien’s shoulder again, hoping the action would be taken as some sort of confirmation.
Damien’s pace stuttered, both his hand and his hips, and Pip whimpered, reaching down to replace Damien’s hand again as he groaned into Pip’s ears, muttering something Pip couldn’t focus on as he felt the familiar pressure building in his guts.
“Ggh, Damien– I think, I…” Damien started to kiss and suck on Pip’s neck before he could even finish the sentence, and it sent Pip over the edge. He threw his head back, coating the area of his stomach along with Damien’s in white liquid.
Once the peak was over, they both laid there, their breathing the only sound in the room. Pip revelled in the quiet, and in the comforting weight of Damien’s tired body on top of his.
Eventually, Pip was the one to break it, nudging Damien gently. “Love, we have to go shower…”
Damien made an unhappy noise, making no move to get off of Pip.
“My stomach is sticky, I’d like to get clean.”
“...”
Pip sighed, and gently started to push Damien off of him. Heavy as he is, he’s quite docile when he’s tired, so it isn’t too much of a bother to move him. However, Damien is about as dirty as Pip, and still sweaty from the gym earlier…
As he sat up, the blonde contemplated if he should force Damien up or if it’s better to just let him nap for a bit. On the one hand, Damien could definitely use a shower, perhaps even more than Pip. That being said, he must also be exhausted, if the way he’s laying right now is anything to go by.
After a moment of hesitation, Pip decided to go shower on his own. Damien deserved some rest, and he could always shower later.
Despite the small bit of guilt Pip felt for exhausting Damien so much, he didn’t let it bother him too much; they both had fun, he was pretty sure.
Today wasn’t that boring after all.