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Jecht has a crick in his neck from a missed toss during the blitzball game, but the hot shower from the gym has helped a lot. His gym bag knocks against his hip as he walks out of the doors of the building, shrugging his last sleeve on. Like usual, he’s wearing just a jacket and no shirt; the weather is warm enough that he doesn’t need an undershirt, and can just let his tattoo hang out for the whole world to see. Gotta keep that image up for the campus, let all the prospies know that this place is full of hot people with blitz talent.
He’s taking a gulp from his water bottle, thinking about the practice match, when he hears “I have a favor to ask you.”
Auron, stepping out from the shaded wall of the gym, is coming to stand next to him, ignoring Jecht’s sudden coughing attack.
“Holy fuck Auron,” Jecht sputters, trying to steady his breathing, “can you try not to startle me to death? You have my number, why don’t you just text like everyone else?”
Auron quirks the corner of his mouth up and says “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, okay, okay.” He puts his gym bag down, taking a sip from his water bottle to settle his cough. “What is it? A favor? Please tell me you need help hiding a body, it would confirm so many things.”
“You like sex, right?” Auron says, completely deadpan.
“Yes…” Jecht says slowly, his eyebrows raising. “What of it? Come to shame me for it, you seminary dropout?”
“No,” Auron says, “I wanted to see if you would be interested in a trade. I need to take a picture of myself-” he hesitates slightly- “doing something sexual. I thought you might be up for helping me with it.” A pause. “I need a picture of me blowing someone. Are you going to respond or just stand there with your mouth open?”
Jecht snaps his jaw shut. “I literally just stopped myself from making a joke about a pity fuck 20 seconds ago because I thought it would be too out of left field for you. Are you serious right now? You’re asking if you can blow me?”
Auron huffs a laugh. “Not up for it?”
Jecht says loudly “I’m not saying I’m not interested. You said a trade? What’s the trade? A blowjob for what?”
Auron rolls his eyes, barely visible beneath the sunglasses. “The trade is you get a blowjob and I get a picture.”
Jecht peers at him closely. “Okay, there’s no way I’m going to say yes until you tell me why you need the picture. This is too good, I’m not letting it slide.”
Auron looks at him flatly. “I need the picture because I need to send it to someone.”
Jecht shakes his head. “You’re trying to sext someone and you want to send them a picture of you getting it on with someone else? That’s rude as hell.” He crosses his arms. “Also not something I would ever have pictured you doing, given that you can’t even send me a text and instead wait outside like you’re trying to startle me into going gray so we can match, but whatever.”
“Sure, why not,” Auron snorts. “I’m trying to sext somebody and want to send them a picture of me blowing somebody. That sounds like a great explanation. Are you interested or not?”
“Ok but see, that deadpan sarcastic tone that you used when saying that is making me think that there’s something else going on,” Jecht says, leaning in to Auron’s space. “I will literally never drop this, you might as well tell me now and get it over with.”
Auron, not moving an inch, meets his eyes directly over his sunglasses. “What’s going on is that I need to send a picture to someone.”
“Ok but who?” Jecht says, leaning in further.
“An acquaintance.”
“Ok but why?”
“Hm. To… encourage them to leave me alone.”
Jecht rocks back on the balls of his feet, whistling. “You have people chasing you that hard? I don’t think that sending them sexy pics is going to help, but to each their own, I guess.”
Auron snorts, crossing his arms. “I need a way to let her down that seems like an accident. Thus, ‘accidently’ sending her the picture that I happen to already have on my phone.”
“Ahhh, the old ‘oops, I’m gay and can’t date you’ method,” Jecht says, nodding. “Surprisingly sneaky. You seem like you would usually be more… direct about these things.”
“I have been direct,” Auron says dryly, “and all it got me was here.”
“Here? What here? In front of a blitzball stadium?”
Auron rolls his eyes. “At this university, where everyone cares about blitzball and people ask a million questions about things that are none of their business.”
Jecht snaps his fingers. “You got kicked out of seminary, right? Braska told me. For ‘offending someone?’ Was it because they found out you were gay? He wouldn’t tell me when I asked him, even though we were both drunk as fuck.”
Auron stares at him flatly. “Seminary does not require you to be straight. Please stop getting Braska drunk.”
“Well what the hell then,” Jecht says, frowning and completely ignoring the comment about Braska, “I’m not seeing how it got you here.”
Auron looks off to the side, fingers tapping on his crossed arms. “I will answer your question if you will then answer mine. Do we have a deal?”
“Yeah, yeah, a deal,” Jecht says eagerly. “What happened?”
“The person in question is the relation of a prominent official at the school I attended,” Auron says measuredly. “Though I no longer attend the school, it seems that they are still trying to make something happen that will never happen. I will send her the picture we discussed, she will assume that I am only interested in men, and her relative will drop the subject. I will wash my hands of this issue. Clear enough for you?”
Jecht whistles. “Damnnn, so the relative is in on it too? Trying to get you to date their daughter? Why?”
“The deal was one question,” Auron says, looking at him directly. “Now answer my question. Do you want to do the trade?”
“But I’m curious!” Jecht says, gesturing haphazardly in the air. “But yes, ok, obviously I’ll accept a fucking blowjob and let you take a picture of my cock. Are you going to say whose cock it is?”
“No,” Auron says levely.
“Then hell yeah, go to town, take all the pictures you want. I’ve already got a million dick pics out there, what’s one more,” he says, scratching his scruffy beard. “Just try not to get the tat in there, that way I can keep my air of mystery.”
“Sure,” Auron says, rolling his eyes.
“So when are we doing this?” Jecht asks, looking him up and down. “Now?”
“Uh,” Auron says, looking momentarily taken aback, “if you want to. Not outside, though.”
“Well obviously not here,” Jecht says. “You can come back to my place if you want, my roommate hasn’t been back in a few weeks, I think he’s pretty much living at his girl’s place. You got the camera you want to use with you?”
“Just going to use my phone,” Auron says, tapping his fingers on his pocket, voice steady as always.
“Ok, let’s do it,” Jecht says, turning to walk along the path away from the stadium, “I’m only like a ten minute walk from here.”
“I remember,” Auron says dryly, falling into step with him, “I’ve been to your place twice.”
“Really? How drunk was I?” Jecht laughs. “I can’t even remember that.”
“You were quite drunk. Braska was worried,” Auron says.
“Wow, save the disapproval, that was a while back, right? I’ve cut back, no need to be such a downer about it. I remember all of my escapades now.”
“Mm,” Auron says, and they fall into a companionable silence as they walk. Jecht has pulled out his phone and seems to be texting.
“You’re not telling anyone about this.”
“Nope, just texting Braska about that expulsion thing. How come you told him and not me, huh? Aren’t we friends, Auron?”
Auron snorts. “I didn’t tell him, he was there. This one’s yours, right?” They’re approaching a worn down house, visibly divided into smaller apartments.
“Yeah, this is it,” Jecht says, shouldering the door open with a grunt of effort. “Come on in- you can take your shoes off if you want to, but honestly the floor’s not going to get any dirtier than it already is. You want water or something?”
“I’m fine,” Auron says, glancing around. “I see it hasn’t changed much since the last time I was here.”
“Don’t worry, these are probably new piles of trash- my landlord came by since the last big party, so we had to tidy. These are probably from this week.” He examines an empty Pringles can. “See? Pizza-flavored, that’s from Monday.”
“Delightful,” Auron says, standing in the center of the room and not touching anything.
“Yeah okay, I’m sure your place is clean like a surgeon’s office or whatever. Here, this is my room,” Jecht says, pushing open a door to a surprisingly food-packaging-free room. “As you can see, I cleaned up in here recently- all the dirty clothes are in one pile, and the clean clothes are in this pile over here. Pretty good, right?”
Auron huffs out a laugh. “Nice to see that you’ve been making the effort.”
“You know it.” Jecht bounces down on the bed. “So you want to make out a little first? Or just want to get to it?”
“I just need this picture,” Auron says, walking over and kneeling next to Jecht’s legs on the bed. “Take your pants off.”
“Bossy!” Jecht cackles, reaching down to pull his pants and underwear off. “That’s okay, I’m into it. I’m leaving the shirt on so we don’t have to worry about getting the tat in there.” He reaches down and starts stroking his cock, already starting to fill. “Anything I should know? Things you don’t like? Can I touch your head?”
Auron glances up at him briefly, then looks back at his cock. “That should be fine. I’ll let you know if anything doesn’t work for me.” He takes his sunglasses off and moves between Jecht’s legs, hesitating slightly. “Tell me if I should do anything differently.” Auron replaces Jecht’s hand with his own, leaning in and sliding his tongue across the head of his cock. It jumps a little in his hand.
Jecht lets his weight rest on one hand, bringing the other forward to brush against Auron’s hair. This is happening fast. He had not expected to be propositioned by Auron of all people, and here he is getting his dick sucked 20 minutes later. He closes his eyes, breathing in carefully. His cock is hardening alarmingly fast; he’s really into this. He’s never pretended to himself that Auron isn’t hot as fuck, and though he’d never pictured Auron asking to blow him, he certainly has no problems with watching him on his knees mouthing at his cock.
Auron’s moving slowly, licking at his cock and not taking it in his mouth yet, but that’s working fine for Jecht. He could stand to be a little more careful with his teeth, though- Jecht hisses a breath out. “Careful there.”
“Sorry,” Auron mutters, pulling back. “Any tips?”
“Have you given a blowjob before?” Jecht asks. He doesn’t expect the headshake he gets in return. “Oh- okay, no worries, I’ll walk you through it. Open your mouth.”
He feels a frisson of heat go through him as Auron obediently does so, though he raises his eyebrow pointedly at the same time. Auron isn’t usually this good at following Jecht’s directions, but damn if it isn’t doing it for him; and the attitude... “Yeah… now let your tongue be soft. Yeah, like that,” he says, as he guides his cock onto the pillow of Auron’s tongue. “Yeah, that’s good. That’s great.” Auron’s tongue moves beneath him, and he breathes out a careful breath. “You can keep on doing that.”
He spreads his legs a little farther, moving in so that he can feel Auron’s wide shoulders brushing the inside of his thighs. “Okay, now put your lips over your teeth. Then you can close your mouth around the head and- yeah, and suck like that, that’s good- mm, and you can move your hand back and forth,” he says, watching as Auron, eyes closed and with a faint line between his eyebrows, concentrates on sucking his cock, moving his head steadily. Jecht feels his breath stutter, seeing Auron’s cheeks hollowing as his cock moves in and out of his mouth. “Okay- okay, hold on. How do you want to do this picture?”
Auron pulls off, and runs his hand over his reddened mouth. “I’ll just take it,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “as we’re doing it. Sit back.” He puts his hand back on Jecht’s cock and leans in, fumbling with the phone. “This is an inconvenient angle though, I can’t see what I’m doing.”
“You want me to take it for you?” Jecht asks, running his hand along Auron’s jawline. “I have a pretty good angle from up here.”
Auron glances up at him wryly, handing him the phone. “Just make sure that you can see that it’s me.”
“Yeah,” Jecht says, glancing at the phone, “will do. You wanna take your shirt off for this? So that it doesn’t look like you’re blowing somebody full-dressed?”
Auron frowns. “The jacket only; I’m keeping the vest on.” He sits back and strips off his red jacket, leaving him in the skin-tight black vest he always seems to wear. Jecht feels his cock twitch again; god, Auron has an amazing body. Too bad he always keeps it wrapped up under those layers of coat. “You can take a couple shots if you want,” Auron says as he leans back in. “So I can choose from them later.”
Jecht plays with the camera angles as Auron goes back to it. It’s hot as fuck getting a blowjob from Auron in person, and getting to take pictures of him on top of that… he snaps one of Auron with only the tip of his cock balanced on his lips. Auron’s eyes are closed, but he doesn’t have the tightness between his eyebrows now; he just looks like he’s taking his time going down. Jecht snaps another of him with his mouth filled up, but can’t quite get the angle he’s looking for. He threads his free hand into Auron’s hair, watching Auron’s eyes open to look at him, and just stops his hips from jerking forward as he meets his eyes.
“I’m going to move you for a better shot, ok? Keep doing what you’re doing, it feels great.” Auron blinks slowly at him in acknowledgement, and Jecht uses the grip in his hair to turn Auron’s head a little, baring his neck. Auron lets his eyes fall closed as he keeps concentrating on Jecht’s cock, and Jecht snaps a shot of him. This is maybe the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him. Who would have thought that Auron would take direction so well? He runs his fingers absentmindedly along the shell of Auron’s ear, noting the slight shiver that goes through him. This is getting him really turned on, he’s having trouble not letting himself get carried away. He wants Auron to feel like he’s in charge of the situation, but he’s having trouble keeping his hips still. His breath catches as Auron moves his tongue along a particularly sensitive part of his cock.
“Okay,” he says, giving in to himself, “I’m going to move your head, alright?” He brushes his thumb along Auron’s cheekbone. “If it’s too much just pinch me and I’ll stop.” Auron meets his eyes again and hums an affirmative at him, and Jecht shivers, heat rushing through his body at the sensation. “We’ll go slow to start.”
He slides his hand down to the back of Auron’s head, and pulls him in until he feels resistance, then uses his grip on his hair to back him up. “That’s good, you’re doing great.” Auron brings his hand that isn’t on Jecht’s cock up to rest on his thigh. “This ok?”
Auron hums again, and Jecht breathes out a slow, measured breath as his cock twitches. He can do this; he’s in control. He starts moving Auron’s head back and forth slowly, setting a regular pace. “That’s good, let’s keep doing that.”
He fumbles with the phone and snaps a few more photos. He isn’t going to be able to concentrate on taking these pictures for much longer, hot though it is. “Can I take your hair down?”
Auron, not even opening his eyes, reaches up and pulls the tie out of his hair. Jecht runs his hand back through his hair, gathering a handful of it and using it to strengthen his grip. “Perfect,” he says, taking a few shots like that. “That’s fantastic-” he gasps in a breath of air as Auron does something new with his tongue. “And that’s also fantastic, you can keep on doing that-” he slides his hand down to cup Auron’s face, dropping the phone on the covers and bringing the other one up to the back of Auron’s neck. “You look really good right now.” He traces his thumb up the column of his neck, running it over the shell of Auron’s ear. He thinks he hears a low noise from Auron, but isn’t sure, so he keeps on playing with his earlobe. “I’m getting close, can you use your hand too?”
Auron uses the hand already on him to start up a wicked pace, going in time with the movements of his head. “Yeah,” Jecht groans, hips making an aborted thrust, “yeah, just like that- shit, that’s good, yeah-” he bites his lip as the pleasure in his cock builds up to a point.
“Okay- okay, shit, I’m about to come, I’m- fuck,” he bites out, as Auron pulls off and jacks him with his hand for the last few strokes, moving back and meeting Jecht’s eyes as he gasps his way through his orgasm.
“Shit- fuck- shit,” Jecht breathes out, letting himself flop back on the bed. “What the fuck.” He brings his hands up to scrub at his face. “That was great.”
He hears Auron huff a laugh from where he’s crouched on the floor, and gestures vaguely towards the phone. “Your pictures are there, you want me to do something for you? I give a pretty mean handjob.”
He hears the phone being picked up, and Auron clicking through the pictures. “That won’t be necessary- I have what I need. Thanks you for your help, Jecht.”
“Okay, snow queen,” Jecht snorts, not moving. “Suit yourself. I’ll be over here enjoying these aftershocks.”
“Glad you had a good time,” Auron says, and Jecht can just hear the smirk in his voice. “See you around.”
“Yeah okay, you can see yourself out I guess,” Jecht yawns, reaching an arm up over his eyes. “I’m about to sleep for a week.” He hears the door to his house shutting as he drifts off to sleep.
*
From: Jecht
To: Auron
11:39pm
so can i tell braska that you give really good head
Read: 11:53pm