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Jeez.
It was around 11 pm, and Tommy was wide awake, unable to sleep. He tossed and turned, but he was so hot. Earlier that evening, they had watched a movie and laughed together, exchanging kisses and touches.
He had been thinking about what Jonathan could do to him again.
Jonathan was actually fast asleep right next to him. His mouth was slightly agape, and he was snoring. Tommy groaned. He always went to sleep so damn early, and hated being woken up by anyone. Even Tommy.
But Tommy was rock hard, and cupped himself trough his boxers, letting out a small groan. He had to wake Jonathan up, cause there was no way he could ever fall asleep like this. He nudged Jonathan ligthly at first, making Jonathan groan and turn in his sleep. That didn't work. Tommy bit his lip, not sure if he should wake up Jonathan. He could also deal with his boner himself, right? He really couldn't, actually. He placed his hand on Jonathan's shoulder, shaking him. Jonathan's eyes slowly fluttered open, staring up at Tommy who was sitting next to him. Jonathan groaned. ''Really, Toms? You think you're funny for waking me up?''
Yep, that's the reaction Tommy expected. But he really couldn't care any less right now. He was still hard, and his cheeks were flushed. ''Sorry, sorry Jon... It's just... I kinda need your help...'' Tommy whispered pathetically, pressing his clothed dick against Jonathan's thigh. Jonathan didn't seem to notice at first, too sleepy and grumpy. Tommy leaned down, letting out a small moan into Jonathan's ear as he rubbed himself against his thigh. Realization dawned upon Jonathan, and his mood slightly changed. ''Seriously, right now?'' There was no heat behind Jonathan's words anymore, and Jonathan smirked up at him. ''I can't help it, Jon'' Tommy whined.
Tommy sat on Jonathan's lap, Jonathan's hands on the back of his head and his waist. They were kissing. Tommy was in just his boxers, and Jonathan was in full pyjamas, while Tommy grinded down onto Jonathan's lap, trying to create the friction he so desperately needed. He slipped his tongue into Jonathan's mouth, and let out some small gasps and moans.
Usually, Tommy would tease Jonathan, be bratty or even top him sometimes, but today that wasn't the case. Today Jonathan could do whatever he wanted with Tommy.
And Jonathan took that to his advantage. He knew just what Tommy liked.
Jonathan pinched Tommy's nipples, drawing a moan from the boy on top of him, all while Jonathan nipped at Tommy's neck. There was a wet spot forming on Tommy's boxers, and it aroused Jonathan even more. His hands were everywhere on Tommy's body, until they paused at the waistband of Tommy's boxers, waiting for some type of consent. Tommy gave him a nod, and Jonathan pulled his boxers down, revealing Tommy's average sized dick. His pubic hair was the same color as his hair, and Jonathan reached for the lube in the drawer. He smeared some onto his hands and Tommy's dick, the coldness making Tommy wince. Jonathan gave his dick a few expirimental strokes, and Tommy felt like he was in heaven. ''ahn... Fuck, Jon..'' He moaned, trying to create sentences. Tommy loved Jonathan's fingers. They were long, and a little rough. precum dripped down his length onto Jonathan's hand, and Jonathan chuckled. ''Looks like someone is excited.''
Tommy could never keep quiet, even when he tried his hardest. ''nghh.. Shit.. ah..'' Jonathan chuckled. He let go of his dick, making Tommy whimper at the loss of contact. Jonathan kissed Tommy's neck, and poured some more lube onto his fingers. His hand made it's way to Tommy's ass, and Tommy almost started drooling at the thought of those long fingers in his ass. Jonathan teased his hole a little, before pushing one finger in. ''This okay?'' Jonathan asked, smirking at Tommy's reaction. He let Tommy adjust for a second, and when he gave a nod again, he slowly started pushing in and out. Tommy was a whimpering and moaning mess on top of a still fully clothed Jonathan, his legs trembling. ''You look so pretty like this...'' Jonathan whispered in his ear. Jonathan felt Tommy's grip on his shoulder tighten, and he knew exactly why. Tommy loved being praised. Jonathan added another finger, slowly scissoring Tommy open. Tommy was panting, his dick hard, currently untouched and leaking precum.
''You are taking my fingers so well, baby.'' Jonathan smiled as he gently kissed along Tommy's jaw. Jonathan was rock hard himself, but he focused on Tommy. He angles his fingers a little differently, and hits Tommy's sweet spot, drawing a loud moan from Tommy, and an arch of his back. ''Oh yes! Right there..!'' Tommy pants. He could feel himself getting close, and the praise Jonathan is giving him is only making it harder to not cum right there. ''You are gonna cum from just my fingers inside of you, aren't you, baby?'' Tommy nods, unable to speak. His voice his hoarse from all the moaning and panting, and he couldn't take it anymore. He cums all over Jonathan's pyjama shirt and his own stomach, screaming out Jonathan's name. Jonathan keeps pumping is finger in and out of his ass, only stopping when Tommy comes down from his high. He slowly pulls his fingers out of his ass, making Tommy whimper at the loss of contact. Jonathan looks down at the mess Tommy made on his pyjamas shirt, and laughs.
Jonathan is still hard, but this evening wasn't about his pleasure: He doesn't mind. Tommy sits next to him on the bed, still panting. Jonathan plants a kiss on his mouth, and gets some fresh boxers for Tommy, even helping him put them on. He takes off his now in cum-covered pyjama shirt and he cleans the cum on Tommy's stomach up with some napkins, and they lay back down, and cuddle. ''Thank you, Jon. Really needed that.'' Tommy knew Jonathan didn't mind that he himself didn't cum, and he already felt Jonathan soften against him. Tommy kissed his cheek, and Jonathan gave him a ''No problem, baby.'' Tommy smiled at this, and soon fell asleep in Jonathan's arms.