One Degree of Separation | By : JMB Category: 1 through F > Degrassi Views: 2094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title:
One Degree of Separation
Author:
JMB
Rating:
NC-17
Spoilers:
they’re pretty vague, I think, but most of S1 to be safe.
Summery:
This is your basic smut fic, but that doesn’t tell you anything, does it? So
it’s like this, Toby can’t get to sleep and goes to the kitchen to get some
warm milk. Jimmy volunteers his.
Disclaimer:
I don’t own a single character in this story, some Canadian does so don’t even
think about suing me. Okay?
It
wasn’t like Ashley dating Jimmy made him popular or even acknowledged at
Degrassi.
Might
have had something to do with Ashley preferring his quick and final
disappearance from the face of the Earth and Jimmy’s awareness of this fact.
Maybe if Jimmy had to impress Toby to snuggle up to her it would have been a
whole different story. Jimmy could have, in his fervor to get on Ashley’s good
side, let it drop Toby had a cool pass to all the best parties; let it be known to one Gavin
“Spinner” Mason Tobias Isaacs was not to be laughed at or idly stuffed into
lockers.
None of that
happened, of course, and Toby was fine; he had J.T., Manny and, sigh, Emma and
they were all the friends he needed. So it wasn’t the absence of Jimmy’s
non-existent friendship and inherent popularity that came with it Toby missed
when Ashley and Jimmy called it quits for the last time. Toby misses the secret
things; him on his bed, hard and hoping, just plain praying Ashley doesn’t do
anything to relieve Jimmy that night. Because Jimmy would come to his room, he
didn’t have to knock, join Toby on the bed and he’d be hard, too. Toby never
said no; Toby always made sure Jimmy left satisfied and Jimmy gave as good as
he got.
Toby
jerks off every night remembering those times, and every time he comes it’s
balls-tightening, eyes-rolling-to-the-back-of-his-head, fan-fucking-tastic! But
the memory of his and Jimmy’s first encounter really blows his mind. Obviously,
Toby was a virgin at the time, in every sense of the word, and honestly had no
over-whelming desire to have sex.
Mostly
sex was a curiosity Toby was in no great hurry to satisfy. And what were the
chances a girl wanted to help him unravel the mystery? And why obsesses over
something that was years from ever happening—and the way his life was going the
realm of never was a possibility.
Besides,
he was thirteen-years-old, way too young to have sex… according to his parents,
anyway.
Jimmy
was spending more time at their house than he did his own and it was kind of
annoying. Not that Jimmy bothered Toby; it was Ashley who was insufferable when
her oh-so-popular boyfriend was around. God, like she needed another incentive
to act entitled, and Jimmy was the perfect vehicle on which to hitch her star
and carry it into the stratosphere.
But Jimmy was okay, they even talked some when he was
over, not about any thing like cool, but about comic books and movies and even
sports. Usually they hung out after Ashley pried herself away from Jimmy’s side
to talk on the phone with Paige and Terri, which happened often. When she’d
come back she asked Toby to give them privacy in this sweet tone of voice—the
words sounded polite but she actually meant get the hell out, geek!
Toby went to his room without complaint to read or do
homework and never gave the two another thought. Who wanted to think about
their stepsister making out with her boy friend? And he was sure neither gave
him another thought either.
Then one night that all changed.
After
getting the boot once again, Toby decided to turn in early. He put on his
Pajamas and crawled onto bunk bed—the bottom bunk—his parents bought to
accommodate J.T. when he spent the night. He was asleep almost instantly, a
wonderfully comfortable deep sleep where he didn’t even dream.
Toby
doesn’t know what made him wake up from that perfect sleep; his eyelids parted
and he was staring at the darkness above him. And he stared for a long time
before he decided to get up a get himself a warm glass of milk. Warm milk
always did the trick when he needed to sleep.
He
reached for his glasses sitting folded on the top bunk, but figured he could
get to the kitchen without them.
To get to the kitchen Toby had to pass half the rooms in
the house, including the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed but the light
was on inside. Toby wondered who was up so late.
Usually his Dad and Ms. Kerwin—his step-mom—slept straight
through the night since they both started their days very early. And Ashley
wasn’t much different. But oh well, if you gotta go, you gotta go.
Toby continued on his way to the kitchen when a deep moan
from inside the bathroom stopped him in his tracks. It was a guy’s voice and it
did not belong to his Dad. Suddenly nervous, Toby began backing away from the
bathroom and almost ran to his Dad’s bedroom, but then he heard the voice moan
again—the voice moaned Ashley’s name.
Jimmy.
It
was Jimmy in the bathroom. What was he doing in their house this late at night?
Toby walked to the bathroom door and wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He
slowly turned the handle and went inside… Jimmy was sitting on the commode with
the lid down, and the toilet lid wasn’t the only thing lowered. Jimmy’s pants
and underwear were down; they had to be otherwise Jimmy’s right hand couldn’t
be around his very large, very erect penis, his fist slowly pumping up and
down.
Toby’s
gaze was wielded to Jimmy’s erection, absolutely charmed; watching pre-come
bead on the tip before it rolled in rivulets over Jimmy’s fingers, making Jimmy
slick and made his hand pump faster.
Toby
had no idea how long he watched, how long he stood in the doorway with his
mouth hanging open, before Jimmy realized he was there. Toby didn’t even notice
Jimmy noticing him until the older boy said his name in a slightly less gruff
voice than he used when he moaned Ashley’s name. Toby had to forcefully remove
his gaze from that long, brownish-tan monster in Jimmy’s hand and met the other
boy’s stare, which, for some reason, lacked any real shame, or surprise for
that matter.
“Uh…
Uh… bah…Um…” and Toby suddenly could only speak drivel.
Jimmy
nodded like he knew exactly what Toby was trying to say. He had yet to put his
penis away, which had not stopped drooling.
“Jimmy,”
okay sort of coherent, “what are you--”
“Your
parents said I can wait inside until my folks pick me up,” Jimmy said, his
voice deep and calm. He certainly had not been caught in a compromising
position the way he talked.
“And
why--”
Jimmy
smiled, big and wide, a handsome smile with white teeth and full lips. “A
little frustrated, you know?”
Well,
no, not really. “Uh, okay. I guess I’ll leave--”
“You
look a little frustrated yourself.”
Jimmy
looked down and Toby did, too and, holy, his bottoms were… not doing their job!
He was sticking out from the flap, so hard it was a wonder he wasn’t leaking
like Jimmy, ‘cause he was really, really excited.
Toby
stared at his erection and felt himself go stupid again. “Gah…”
“Close
the door, Toby,” Jimmy said.
Toby
looked up, feeling light-headed—probably because most of his blood was
re-directed away from his brain—and gave Jimmy a quizzical expression.
“Lock
it then come here.”
“Uh,
why?”
“Thought
we could help each other out,” Jimmy remarked helpfully.
“Help…”
and now Toby finally found his brain. Jimmy, Jimmy Brooks, wanted to… well,
truth was Toby wasn’t sure what Jimmy wanted, except that it involved something
that needed to be done behind closed doors and with Toby in the room. Odds were
it had something to do with their dicks.
Toby
thought about it for five seconds before he closed the door and locked it as
Jimmy requested, but he didn’t go to the older boy. Jimmy and he watched each
other in silence, neither going soft in the groin. Then Jimmy smiled again and
leaned back against the tank and began stroking his penis again, his eyes never
leaving Toby.
That
was a hint, Toby was sure of it, but he stood firmly in place. He wasn’t going
to move until he knew precisely what was going on here. Until he knew what
Jimmy wanted from him.
Jimmy
jerked and squeezed his penis like he was milking a cow for… Toby gulped
noisily. It just occurred to him… Kind of stupid because he could ejaculate,
did it regularly, but somehow the thought of Jimmy shooting in front of him
seemed unforeseeable. But by the look of all the pre-come Jimmy had running
down to his balls Toby was going to see just how probable Jimmy coming right
before his eyes was.
“Toby,
come here,” Jimmy said, his voice was very hoarse.
“Why?”
he asked again. Jimmy seriously needed to spell this out clearly.
“I
want you to suck me.” Wasn’t that clear as day?
Toby’s
gaze slipped back down to Jimmy’s dick and thought about what it might taste
like. Would Jimmy’s pre-come taste like his? Would his come? Toby decided it
was worth finding out.
Slowly
he glided across the tiles and stopped in front of Jimmy, about an inch from
his bare knees. There was a strong smell wafting up from Jimmy; it was earthy,
like dried day old sweat mixed with the cloying odor of pre-come. It wasn’t
offensive and didn’t stop Toby from lowering to his knees and scooting in close
so his upper body was between Jimmy’s long legs and his face felt surrounded by
the heat radiating from his groin. And if Toby thought the thing looked
enormous before this close it was darn right frightening.
He
heard Jimmy groan but did not look up to see why; he had a pretty good idea
anyway, and studied the beast before him. His gaze was ponderous as he
considered just how he’d tackle taking Jimmy into his mouth. He’d start small,
he resolved, and hesitantly stuck out his tongue and pressed it flat against
the bottom of Jimmy’s balls right where a short string of pre-come hung. He
craned his head up in one unbroken movement, following the sticky trail of
syrupy liquid all the way up to the puffy helmet. Then the tip of his tongue
pried into slit it flowed from and that made Jimmy suck air through his teeth.
Jimmy
didn’t taste like him. Toby liked his sugar and he tasted sweet, like glycerin.
Jimmy was almost tasteless.
Toby
pulled away then shifted closer and brought his hands up and encircled Jimmy’s
dick, one clasped above the other. Jimmy was hot to the touch and Toby could
feel the drumming rhythm of his blood pressure.
“Jesus,
Toby, hurry!” Jimmy growled impatiently.
Toby
ignored the other boy. Jimmy was going to have to wait, because he wasn’t the
one who had to climb this mountain, Toby did. And it wasn’t as though Toby knew
what he was doing—about to do.
And
do it, Toby did. After a deep breath and a quick flick of his tongue across his
lips, Toby opened his mouth and covered the top of Jimmy’s dick before sealing
his lips around it. Jimmy sighed then moaned when Toby took more inside his
mouth, and more until he thought he might gag. He held Jimmy there for a few
moments, sucking gently, before he pulled back, then quickly bobbed his head
dawn again. He used his tongue too, not conscious doing so pleased Jimmy, he
used his tongue to get a better sense of what Jimmy’s flesh tasted like and its
texture.
It was weird how Jimmy’s dick tasted, it was like his
pre-come: hardly any flavor at all. Like clean skin. But its texture, however,
was unlike anything Toby ever experienced. The skin was so soft and thin, but
Jimmy was hard, really, really hard and Toby was very much left with the
impression he had powerful muscle snaked into his mouth. How can something so
*stiff* be contained by skin so dainty?
“Oh-oh
fuck, Toby!” Jimmy uttered harshly, trying it sounded, to keep his voice down.
Toby’s
dick jumped at hearing Jimmy cry his name like that and he took one hand away
from Jimmy and wrapped it around his own erection. The idea he made Jimmy wild
gave him the nerve to try and take more of the older boy into his mouth. Jimmy
noticed the effort immediately and twined his fingers in Toby’s hair as his
cock broached the entrance of his throat.
Toby
held for as long as he could but he needed to breathe and had to pull back. He
swallowed upon realizing there was a healthy deposit of thin liquid already
sliding down his throat. While Toby caught his breath, Jimmy untangled his
fingers from the younger boy’s hair and tenderly roamed his hand over Toby’s
cheek.
“You
done that before?” he asked, brushing his thumb over Toby’s red, swollen lips.
Breathless,
Toby shook his head.
“No
teeth at all. Damn.” Jimmy cupped his hand under Toby’s chin and tilted his
head up so their eyes met. “Can I come in your mouth?”
I
was planning on it, Toby thought, but didn’t want to say it out loud. He
already felt a little depraved because being on his knees, holding Jimmy’s dick
while he gave him a blowjob, felt terribly natural. So he chose not to answer
and took Jimmy back into his mouth, taking him even deeper than before.
Jimmy
put both his hands on top of Toby’s head, not directing him to move one way or
another. His hands were just big and present.
Toby
pulled off again and noticed there was a lot of drool dripping from his lips
and chin. He wiped it away with the sleeve of his Pajama top. While he caught
his breath Toby reached beneath Jimmy’s shaft and curiously cupped his balls.
They were heavier than he expected, about as adult as the rest of him, years
more developed than Toby’s. And there was hair, sparse and wiry, but there.
Toby took his other hand off his dick and placed it on the dark bush below
Jimmy’s abdomen. Almost jealous, Toby couldn’t help but note once more how much
more mature Jimmy was, physically, than him as he buried his fingers in the
other boy’s pubes.
“Dude,
I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” Jimmy said.
I’m
not even doing anything, Toby thought nonplus, but took his hands off anyway.
He knew he could let Jimmy come like that and still sample his emission, but
the thrill he felt when he thought about Jimmy going off in his mouth was too
intoxicating. Having gained his breath Toby sucked Jimmy back into his mouth,
comfortable enough with the length and girth by now that he got more than half
into his mouth without gagging.
Placing
his hands on Jimmy’s thighs for balance, Toby lean in even further and bobbed
his head and sucked hard on the dick in his mouth. He could hear the wet
smacking sounds his lips made and Jimmy’s gasping moans echo off the walls in
the bathroom. It was loud to his ears and it was a wonder the noise didn’t wake
everyone in the house and have them busting down the bathroom door wanting to
know who was getting killed.
Hands
were on his head again, then fingers clutched at his hair and it hurt but Toby
went right on sucking. Jimmy was making a dry gurgling sound and Toby felt the
older boy’s dick swell and tweak against his tongue. Toby pulled up at the last
second, sealing his lips around Jimmy’s circumcision scar in time to feel the
first warm spray of come careen off the roof of his mouth and lob past his
uvula.
He
swallowed quickly, or else choke, but the second burst came with less force and
landed on his tongue, so did the third and the fourth and he received his first
taste of another boy’s come, and, God, there was some much flavor. Thick,
almost tasted like pancake batter, and smelled a little like it too. Bitterness
just under that—salty—strong and very not like his own come.
Toby
swallowed and swallowed as Jimmy cooed and petted him on the head. When Jimmy
was finished and there was nothing left to take, Toby leaned off and oddly his
breath was slow and even. He jaw hurt and his lips burned, though.
“Holy
shit,” Jimmy said, he slumped over and continued petting Toby’s head.
Toby
let his hands slid off the other boy’s thighs and reached for his much ignored
dick. He was so hard it didn’t feel like it a part of him; it was like touching
his foot after it’d fallen asleep—numbed. And he was definitely leaking now.
“Stand
up, Toby.”
“What?”
“Stand
up. You still look frustrated.”
“You
mean…” Toby didn’t believe his ears.
“Stand
up, dude,” Jimmy ordered and grabbed Toby’s shoulders and lifted him up while
he remained seated on the toilet.
Toby
watched, dizzy, as he rose to his feet and his erection stood out aimed
directly at Jimmy’s face. His knees turned to jelly when the Jimmy with far
less hesitation than Toby showed, inhaled Toby to the root. And, no, Toby
wasn’t shockingly endowed, but how did Jimmy do that? Deep throat him on his
first try? He was too busy choking to ask, because he was enveloped in this
unimaginable wet heat unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his short life.
And
he was ruined, he knew it, no way was masturbating ever going to top this! Jimmy’s
tongue was twisting and cradling while everything else sucked. Toby could see
Jimmy’s lips purse and draw out, and, and Jimmy’s hands were on his butt,
squeezing and pulling him closer and that fucking did it! Toby stuffed the heel
of his palm in his mouth and bit down so as not to scream when he fired shot
after shot into Jimmy’s mouth. And Toby felt the other boy swallowing, around
him, and that. Was unreal. Jimmy Brooks just let him come in his mouth.
Jimmy
pulled back and licked his lips, looked up at Toby and said, “Pretty good,
huh?”
Toby
blinked down at Jimmy and thought the older boy had an impressive ability to
understate.
A
chirping ring sounded from below and Jimmy rose to his feet, yanking up his
clothes as he did. Toby stood in front of him not sure what was supposed to
happen now and watched Jimmy pull his cell phone from his pant’s pocket and
flick it open.
“Okay,
I’m on my way out,” Jimmy said into the phone before flicking it closed. After
slipping the cell back in to his pocket Jimmy looked down at Toby and clasped
the back of his neck and pulled the younger forward and kissed him briefly on
the forehead. “Put your dick away,” he whispered when he moved away and then he
was gone.
Toby
turned the bathroom light off and closed the door before stumbling back to his
room. Lying in bed he got hard again. Her jerked off under his sheets, and what
do you know, it wasn’t what it used to be, but he did it anyway. His toes
curled when he came remembering simultaneously how Jimmy’s dick felt in his
mouth and how his felt in Jimmy’s mouth. With sticky sheets drying over him
Toby finally could go back to sleep.
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