WANNABES
"Wannabes" are scenes that originally were written for "Sucker" but were deleted or rewritten along the way, shown here in their original form.
Since
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5.) Erik, JC ("Sucker" 63)
The sex scene after Erik brings JC the flowers from Howie.
If I remember correctly, this is after JC decides that having bad sex with Erik will help him to keep Erik at an emotional distance.
JC had trained Erik well. Erik knew just how to touch him, just how to kiss him, just where his weak spots were. He was barely out of his clothes before he was rock-hard and aching for it.
However… Erik had a few weaknesses, too. JC was sure that if he pushed far enough, Erik would overcome his lessons and become much less practiced and much more hormonal.
He changed the mood himself, kissing Erik more aggressively, gripping harder, rewarding any more aggressive behavior on Erik’s part with aroused moans. When Erik thrust into him, he groaned, immediately demanding more.
He was used to controlling sex, and Erik was used to deferring to his tastes, so it wasn’t long before Erik was thrusting too hard and too fast, pounding into him. The crudity of it turned him off, but he kept jacking himself so Erik wouldn’t know. The fact that they were on the coffee table instead of the bed seemed to add to Erik’s excitement; it probably came across as urgent, sudden sex based on JC’s driving need to be fucked.
He did enjoy being fucked. By men who knew what the hell they were doing, not amateurs who plowed away at him, slamming into him roughly and grunting with lust.
He couldn’t manage to come before Erik did, but Erik gave him head. A little too well; he’d have to work on that, too.
“Damn.” Looking slightly dazed, Erik grinned broadly. “I should bring you things more often. Anything else you want to thank Howie for?”
JC made himself laugh, itching to get Erik off of him. “I think that was enough for now, honey.” Stroking Erik’s cheek, he gave Erik a kiss. “I have to go get ready now.”
“Oh. Okay.” Aware that he’d just been dismissed, Erik climbed off of the table, getting dressed. “I knew you’d look good in that necklace.”
At the moment, he wasn’t wearing much else. “Thank you, honey.” Sitting up, JC kept himself from wincing. He’d have to get used to that. “I do love the flowers. This was really,” he pretended to be searching for the appropriate word, “generous of Howie. I didn’t expect anything like this.”
“He loves you,” Erik said. Clothed, he ran his fingers through JC’s hair, gently smoothing it back from JC’s face. “He really misses you. A lot more than I think you know.”
“I miss him, too.” He did. He caught Erik’s hand, lowering it from his hair. “Give him a kiss for me.”
Bending down, Erik kissed him. Softly. Tenderly. Almost chastely. “He loves you,” Erik whispered again.
JC opened his eyes slowly, wondering. That had sounded a little too…personal.
Erik smiled, released his hand, and left.