ANDYJOE goodness...
Title: Who needs titles for PWPs?
Pairing: ANDYJOE!
Chapter Rating:R
Warnings: Oooo seeeex
Summary: Lota ANDYJOE love >.>
Disclaimer:Don't own -cries-
Previous Chapter:None
DedicationsTo everyone here at M_P
Notes:Enjoy dearies XD
Through a day of restlessness
The time has come to leave the mess
Take this time to feel what’s right
Watch them share another night
The maroon color of his bedroom carpet was littered by his and the other’s clothes. Strewn from the doorway to the bed. Atop the queen sized bed, a pulchritudinous sin was in full effect. Their naked bodies lay still, sweet nothings being exchanged in quiet whispers, complimented by soft kisses.
An on-going ritual of theirs since three moths ago, when they had confessed their love in the dark lull of their bus. He’d meet with him on Monday night, have dinner and rent a movie. Tuesdays were stolid, dinner at his place, followed by a shared long and soothing bubble bath. Wednesday was the day that the two shared a walk through the large park just a block over from his apartment. Thursday was poker night with their fellow band mates, watching Pete lose was always fun. Friday weighed them down with the stress of having to visit his grandmother in the nursing home; she was a sweet woman at heart… Saturday was the day that they did whatever jumped into their heads first. Sunday was the day they would test their love’s limits. The day they would share one bed, not for sleeping, but for aching bodies and swelled hearts to finally be calmed and ultimately quiescent at the end of a long week. The day they’d make timeless love to each other.
He held him bound as he shifted his body to know lay on top of him.
“I love you,” He whispered against the other’s lips.
“I love you more,” The man below him whispered in return, a smile forming on his features as he closed what little space was left between them.
Shadows slithered their way in through the large windows of his third story bedroom. The outside city lights danced, casting a hazy and almost non-existent light throughout the fairly humble space of his room.
The city.
The all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-hearing city. Completely visionless, oblivious, and blocked from what when on in the late hours of Sunday night in apartment 13, when the two were arranged so carefully in each other’s arms.
Such a delicate picture they were. Almost like a precious solid that if touched or hindered, it would eradicate. But nothing shall break them, them with their strong and able hearts.
A sigh escaped him as his fingers trailed down the spine of the man who lay atop him. Small kisses and nips to his neck only worsened the butterflies that had been growing in his stomach. Every time that they’d share this intimacy he’d always get them, though he wasn’t exactly sure why.
He turned his head slightly so he was able to whisper in the other’s ear.
“I’ve waited for this all weak Joe…I need you,” His whispered pleading sent a ghost of warm air over his partner’s ear.
Joe lifted his head and peered down at Andy through the dark, smiled, and proceeded to kiss him long and sweet. His finger’s tangled in the soft mess of Andy’s hair. Andy’s hands found better spots on Joe’s hips. His own hips yearned to grind boisterously against his.
The grip of the kiss held on as Andy couldn’t hold it back any longer. He rolled his hips into Joe’s. Not hard or demanding, if anything it could have been viewed as a slow motion flex. Enough of a flex to cause Joe to break the kiss and give a deep throaty moan. The feeling of their meshing skin only caused their troublesome erections to build.
Joe sat upright onto Andy’s hips, arching his back as he felt another force spread from his hips to the rest of his body. Andy held his hips tight as they continued this little hump-fest, his own body arching from the feel of their skin and the muffled sounds Joe gave off.
Joe lifted himself quickly off of Andy, falling off to the left side of him. Andy gave him a pathetic look, but knew full well what he was after. Joe stretched his arm to the bedside table, where he snatched up a thin white tube. He was already right to work, unscrewing the small cap and chucking it across the room, and squeezing the contents into his palm. Andy smiled as he rolled onto his stomach, reaching down to tend to the agitation below.
Joe had been busy with his own, giving himself the pleasurable feeling of smearing room temperature lube on himself. Making sure he had pretty much gotten most of it off, he moved yet again over Andy. Placing his clean hand in the dip of Andy’s back, he leaned forward, placing a short trail of kisses down the part of his spine that runs just between his shoulders. Andy knew that was his warning to get ready for the whole inserting of the Joe.
He was only teasing him, holding himself just before Andy’s opening, letting him want even more. Andy hated when he played this game with him, he’d usually say something smart-ass to get Joe to finally enter him, but this time though, it’d be a little different. Andy arched and quickly pushed back on Joe. And to the hilt he went.
Joe gripped at Andy’s hips and held them tight, his head rolling back with a drawled moan erupting from his throat. Andy on the other hand had his eyes squeezed shut and muscles in his arms tensing and forcing his fingers to curl into fists as he held in the cry of sheer pain that threatened to paralyze him.
Joe leaned down slightly and reached under Andy’s hips. He’d wait for the initial pain that washed over Andy to pass, and in the meantime he’d try to lighten that load. He let a strained gasp escape him as he felt Joe’s more than experienced hand curl around him. The pain would soon subside into lust, like it did every Sunday. Joe worked him slowly, starting to move his hips gently. The smooth sound of Andy’s short and soft moans let the patient Joe know, that it was alright to get to the real work at hand.
He thrust himself forward against Andy, feeling his muscles tighten around him only heightened the sensation. His pace soon quickened, a short sweet display of love this always was, but it sent the message of complete oneness between the two. Andy’s hands curled in sheets around them, clenching and unclenching, his head buried into them as well, stifling the more vigorous and forceful noises that came from deep inside him.
Joe’s pace came to a sudden change as he leaned further in, one hand still working Andy and the other holding himself steady on the bed. His hips now making deep, agonizingly slow, movements in…out. One might even find Joe’s sudden intimate changes as a slight sexual bipolar-ness, or even sexual schizophrenia.
Andy’s whimpers for undistinguished need made their point. Moaning blindly as the pain violates his body and rapidly shifting the discomfort to something sweet and hot, thick and wet, into the hilt, wrapped around his tight muscles, snug and pulsing, in, out, in, out, harsh, gentle, slow, fast, hard, tearing at his nerves and causing unbelievable pleasure. The pace setting itself only to what the lovers are satisfied by.
Joe’s breathing hitched, his body stifening like a board. His eyes squeezed shut as he came, emptying himself into the body below him. On the reciving end however, Andy granted Joe’s work with a drawled moan, cut short only by a gasp and cleched teeth as he too spilled into the hand that still held him.
Joe slowly pulled from Andy, retriving his hand, and slowly letting himself fall to the bed next to Andy. And glance at him before rolling over onto his back. The both of them stared at the ceiling, listening to the sound of their heavy breath and rampant hearts.
Andy let his eyes wander to Joe’s tired features. He smiled, leaning down and taking up the thin jersy material sheet in his hand and tugging it up and around their waists. He leaned down, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, resting his hand on his chest.
“It was pretty quick that time,” He whispered, smiling up at him.
“Short and sweet,” Joe offered back, lifting the hand that had been holding Andy moments before.
A small noise of part amused and part grossed out came from Andy as he playfuly elbowed Joe’s side, “Whip it off you sicko,” He laughed, watching Joe open and close his hand.
“I don’t feel like moving,” He almost whined but mostly laughed.
“Whip it on the sheet…Needs to be washed anyway.”
And so he did, he went right about whiping the small mess from his hand before shifting both of their bodies. Eventually, Joe had his arm snug around Andy’s chest, while spooning him as well.
“I love you,” He breathed against his ear, taking in the sweet scent of his hair.
Andy smiled, his eyes sliding shut as sleep threatened, “I love you too.”
And so the city lights of gold
Cast their shadows upon young and old
Now the lovers they shall sleep
Their innocence they shall keep
****
And there you have it...Thank GOD its out of my brain now....Who knows...Now that that's out maybe I can focus on my others >.>
Thanks for reading uys =)
Pairing: ANDYJOE!
Chapter Rating:R
Warnings: Oooo seeeex
Summary: Lota ANDYJOE love >.>
Disclaimer:Don't own -cries-
Previous Chapter:None
DedicationsTo everyone here at M_P
Notes:Enjoy dearies XD
The time has come to leave the mess
Take this time to feel what’s right
Watch them share another night
The maroon color of his bedroom carpet was littered by his and the other’s clothes. Strewn from the doorway to the bed. Atop the queen sized bed, a pulchritudinous sin was in full effect. Their naked bodies lay still, sweet nothings being exchanged in quiet whispers, complimented by soft kisses.
An on-going ritual of theirs since three moths ago, when they had confessed their love in the dark lull of their bus. He’d meet with him on Monday night, have dinner and rent a movie. Tuesdays were stolid, dinner at his place, followed by a shared long and soothing bubble bath. Wednesday was the day that the two shared a walk through the large park just a block over from his apartment. Thursday was poker night with their fellow band mates, watching Pete lose was always fun. Friday weighed them down with the stress of having to visit his grandmother in the nursing home; she was a sweet woman at heart… Saturday was the day that they did whatever jumped into their heads first. Sunday was the day they would test their love’s limits. The day they would share one bed, not for sleeping, but for aching bodies and swelled hearts to finally be calmed and ultimately quiescent at the end of a long week. The day they’d make timeless love to each other.
He held him bound as he shifted his body to know lay on top of him.
“I love you,” He whispered against the other’s lips.
“I love you more,” The man below him whispered in return, a smile forming on his features as he closed what little space was left between them.
Shadows slithered their way in through the large windows of his third story bedroom. The outside city lights danced, casting a hazy and almost non-existent light throughout the fairly humble space of his room.
The city.
The all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-hearing city. Completely visionless, oblivious, and blocked from what when on in the late hours of Sunday night in apartment 13, when the two were arranged so carefully in each other’s arms.
Such a delicate picture they were. Almost like a precious solid that if touched or hindered, it would eradicate. But nothing shall break them, them with their strong and able hearts.
A sigh escaped him as his fingers trailed down the spine of the man who lay atop him. Small kisses and nips to his neck only worsened the butterflies that had been growing in his stomach. Every time that they’d share this intimacy he’d always get them, though he wasn’t exactly sure why.
He turned his head slightly so he was able to whisper in the other’s ear.
“I’ve waited for this all weak Joe…I need you,” His whispered pleading sent a ghost of warm air over his partner’s ear.
Joe lifted his head and peered down at Andy through the dark, smiled, and proceeded to kiss him long and sweet. His finger’s tangled in the soft mess of Andy’s hair. Andy’s hands found better spots on Joe’s hips. His own hips yearned to grind boisterously against his.
The grip of the kiss held on as Andy couldn’t hold it back any longer. He rolled his hips into Joe’s. Not hard or demanding, if anything it could have been viewed as a slow motion flex. Enough of a flex to cause Joe to break the kiss and give a deep throaty moan. The feeling of their meshing skin only caused their troublesome erections to build.
Joe sat upright onto Andy’s hips, arching his back as he felt another force spread from his hips to the rest of his body. Andy held his hips tight as they continued this little hump-fest, his own body arching from the feel of their skin and the muffled sounds Joe gave off.
Joe lifted himself quickly off of Andy, falling off to the left side of him. Andy gave him a pathetic look, but knew full well what he was after. Joe stretched his arm to the bedside table, where he snatched up a thin white tube. He was already right to work, unscrewing the small cap and chucking it across the room, and squeezing the contents into his palm. Andy smiled as he rolled onto his stomach, reaching down to tend to the agitation below.
Joe had been busy with his own, giving himself the pleasurable feeling of smearing room temperature lube on himself. Making sure he had pretty much gotten most of it off, he moved yet again over Andy. Placing his clean hand in the dip of Andy’s back, he leaned forward, placing a short trail of kisses down the part of his spine that runs just between his shoulders. Andy knew that was his warning to get ready for the whole inserting of the Joe.
He was only teasing him, holding himself just before Andy’s opening, letting him want even more. Andy hated when he played this game with him, he’d usually say something smart-ass to get Joe to finally enter him, but this time though, it’d be a little different. Andy arched and quickly pushed back on Joe. And to the hilt he went.
Joe gripped at Andy’s hips and held them tight, his head rolling back with a drawled moan erupting from his throat. Andy on the other hand had his eyes squeezed shut and muscles in his arms tensing and forcing his fingers to curl into fists as he held in the cry of sheer pain that threatened to paralyze him.
Joe leaned down slightly and reached under Andy’s hips. He’d wait for the initial pain that washed over Andy to pass, and in the meantime he’d try to lighten that load. He let a strained gasp escape him as he felt Joe’s more than experienced hand curl around him. The pain would soon subside into lust, like it did every Sunday. Joe worked him slowly, starting to move his hips gently. The smooth sound of Andy’s short and soft moans let the patient Joe know, that it was alright to get to the real work at hand.
He thrust himself forward against Andy, feeling his muscles tighten around him only heightened the sensation. His pace soon quickened, a short sweet display of love this always was, but it sent the message of complete oneness between the two. Andy’s hands curled in sheets around them, clenching and unclenching, his head buried into them as well, stifling the more vigorous and forceful noises that came from deep inside him.
Joe’s pace came to a sudden change as he leaned further in, one hand still working Andy and the other holding himself steady on the bed. His hips now making deep, agonizingly slow, movements in…out. One might even find Joe’s sudden intimate changes as a slight sexual bipolar-ness, or even sexual schizophrenia.
Andy’s whimpers for undistinguished need made their point. Moaning blindly as the pain violates his body and rapidly shifting the discomfort to something sweet and hot, thick and wet, into the hilt, wrapped around his tight muscles, snug and pulsing, in, out, in, out, harsh, gentle, slow, fast, hard, tearing at his nerves and causing unbelievable pleasure. The pace setting itself only to what the lovers are satisfied by.
Joe’s breathing hitched, his body stifening like a board. His eyes squeezed shut as he came, emptying himself into the body below him. On the reciving end however, Andy granted Joe’s work with a drawled moan, cut short only by a gasp and cleched teeth as he too spilled into the hand that still held him.
Joe slowly pulled from Andy, retriving his hand, and slowly letting himself fall to the bed next to Andy. And glance at him before rolling over onto his back. The both of them stared at the ceiling, listening to the sound of their heavy breath and rampant hearts.
Andy let his eyes wander to Joe’s tired features. He smiled, leaning down and taking up the thin jersy material sheet in his hand and tugging it up and around their waists. He leaned down, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, resting his hand on his chest.
“It was pretty quick that time,” He whispered, smiling up at him.
“Short and sweet,” Joe offered back, lifting the hand that had been holding Andy moments before.
A small noise of part amused and part grossed out came from Andy as he playfuly elbowed Joe’s side, “Whip it off you sicko,” He laughed, watching Joe open and close his hand.
“I don’t feel like moving,” He almost whined but mostly laughed.
“Whip it on the sheet…Needs to be washed anyway.”
And so he did, he went right about whiping the small mess from his hand before shifting both of their bodies. Eventually, Joe had his arm snug around Andy’s chest, while spooning him as well.
“I love you,” He breathed against his ear, taking in the sweet scent of his hair.
Andy smiled, his eyes sliding shut as sleep threatened, “I love you too.”
Cast their shadows upon young and old
Now the lovers they shall sleep
Their innocence they shall keep
****
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