Yaoi ||Glad You Did|| Lemon

Dean McJameson, a sweet and caring seventeen year old is driving to his friend, Jaret Thomas’s house to play video games and other guy stuff. He pulled into the driveway slowly; not wanting to knock over the trash cans like before, and have Mrs. Thomas glare at him for weeks. Dean got out of his car and walked up the driveway carefully, not wanting to cut across the grass, because Mrs. Thomas would again, glare at him for weeks. When he arrived at the door he rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Dean heard loud footsteps coming from behind the door and it swung open. But instead of being greeted by Jaret, he was met by his sister, Katie, who was a year younger than them.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him, but Katie quickly composed herself. “Oh, hey Dean. Jaret didn’t tell me you were coming.”

Dean chuckled. “He never really is one to tell people things.”

Katie nodded. “Yeah.” She steeped closer to Dean, closing the space between them. Katie started running her hands up and down Dean’s chest. “You know… If Jaret ever gets boring you could come hangout with me. Or we could go to my room right now. My mom and Dad aren’t home and won’t be until tomorrow afternoon.” She said in what she probably thought was a purr.

This time, Dean chuckled nervously. “Um, no I don’t think that will happen anytime soon.” He quickly sided stepped her before anything else could be said and heard Katie leave the house. Then he walked into the family room, where Jaret was sitting on the floor playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl.

“Yes! Witness the super awesome power of Link! In your face Kirby!” Jaret shouted at the TV screen. Dean roared with laughter at Jaret’s childishness. “Hey! Shut up!” Dean continued to laugh. “Dude! I’m serious!” Dean leaned on the wall for support. “Okay, that’s it! Get out of my house!”

“Okay, sorry.” Dean said, calming down.

“That’s more like it.” Jaret said while continuing his video games. Dean sat down beside him. “Here” He tossed Dean an extra controller. Dean caught it and chose Lucas as his character and Jaret chose Link again.

A couple minutes later>>

“Ha! Victory is mine! I am the master!” Jaret shouted after he won the match against Dean.

Dean smiled. “Yeah, you did a good job.”

Jaret looked and at Dean and quickly looked away blushing slightly. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Dean tilted his head to the side. “Eh? Why?”

“It makes me want to do things to you, things we shouldn’t do” Jaret said blushing more.

Dean still didn’t know what Jaret was talking about. “Do things to me? What?”

“This” Jaret crashed their lips together. Dean was so surprised he fell backwards onto the floor. Jaret broke the kiss. “And this” He quickly unbuttoned Dean’s shirt and felt all over his upper body. Dean bit down a groan that was threatening to come out. “And mostly this” Jaret grinded his hips against Dean’s and moaned. Shocks of pleasure ran up Dean’s spine. Dean shivered and let out a small groan at the feeling. Dean felt himself harden as Jaret started rubbing them together harder.

“Jaret” Dean moaned thrust himself up to meet Jaret. But this simple action seemed to wake Jaret up from what ever trance he was in and he immediately got off of Dean.

“I-I shouldn’t have done that. I understand if you don’t want to hangout with me anymore.” Jaret said looking away, ashamed. Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Jaret stupid or something? Didn’t he notice that Dean was reacting positively to him? Apparently not.

“You know, you’re really stupid sometimes, Jaret,” Dean said, angry.

“I know, I just-“ Jaret started, but was cut off when Dean kissed him. Jaret’s eyes widened in shock, but he soon relaxed and started kissing back. One of Dean’s hands snaked its way around Jaret’s neck, while the other found its way into Jaret’s white blonde hair. Jaret pushed Dean onto the floor again, continuing to kiss him. Jaret licked Dean’s bottom lip, asking for permission. He gladly opened his mouth, and they fought for dominance. Jaret eventually won and he explored Dean’s mouth, loving his taste. Jaret left Dean’s mouth and kissed down his chin, to his neck, where he left open mouthed kisses. Dean moaned audibly and blushed when he felt Jaret smirk against his skin.

Jaret pulled off the rest of Dean’s shirt and harshly licked and bit his nipple. Dean moaned and arched his back slightly. Jaret switched and gave his other nipple the same treatment. Jaret lightly kissed back up to Dean’s mouth, stopping just before their lips met.

“Are you sure you want this…?” Jaret said as his blue green eyes met Dean’s electric blue.

“Yes, I want you so much Jaret…” Dean said before moving his head slightly so their lips met. Dean flipped them over, not breaking the kiss and stuck his tongue into Jaret’s open and awaiting mouth. He rubbed their tongues together, both of them moaning at the friction. Dean pulled up Jaret’s plain black t-shirt and broke the kiss so he could take it off completely, then reconnecting the kiss. Dean ran his hands over Jaret’s lanky frame, while Jaret groaned and squirmed slightly under his touch. Dean broke the kiss, needing to breath. The stared at each other for a spell, a faint blush across each of their cheeks.

Jaret was the one to break the silence. “Let’s go to my room.” Dean nodded and they both stood up. For Dean to get a good view of his partner, he had to look down, because Jaret was at least a head shorter than him (5’11 vs. 6’8). They stumbled up the stairs, kissing and licking each other the way up, and into Jaret’s room. They entered the room, tripping over miscellaneous items scattered around the area. Dean and Jaret both rid themselves of there pants and fell onto the bed with Jaret on top. The two continued their frenzied kissing, with their only goal: each other’s lips.

Jaret kissed down Dean’s muscular body, licking occasionally. He stopped when he reached Dean’s boxers and slid them off him. Dean blushed harder and gasped when Jaret dragged his tongue up the side of his thick rod. Jaret smirked, pleased at Dean’s reaction and took his member into his mouth. Dean moaned and thrust his hips up, causing Jaret to choke slightly. Jaret steadied Dean’s hips and bobbed his head up and down. Dean whimpered and grabbed onto the bed sheets. God, it just felt so good. Jaret started to suck on Dean harder, until he finally drew out his release.

“Jaret!” Dean yelled as his cum filled Jaret’s mouth. Jaret gulped it down greedily. Jaret came back up to Dean’s face and kissed him harder and more lustful than before. Jaret pulled away from the kiss so he could flip Dean over, but he stopped Jaret. Dean pouted slightly, and flipped Jaret over so he could take him (Doggy style). He pulled down Jaret’s boxers and Jaret kicked them off. Dean scanned the floor and found some lotion. He rubbed it on himself and let out a small moan. Dean rubbed it on Jaret’s entrance. Dean positioned himself correctly and thrust himself into Jaret. Dean moaned and Jaret let out a small yelp and a string of cuss words. Dean stayed frozen for a moment until Jaret stiffly nodded his head for Dean to move. Dean started moving at an in out, in out, motion. At first it was just grunts that Jaret was letting out, but after awhile it turned into uncontrollable moans of pleasure.

“Dean! Harder!” Jaret called out, and Dean was soon slamming in him. Dean groaned loudly at Jaret’s tightness. He felt himself hit a bundle of nerves that caused Jaret to call out his name. Dean kept on hit that spot and Jaret let out a yell each time. Dean soon came and Jaret followed after him. Dean flipped Jaret over and collapsed on top of him, only to feel something wet on him.

“Hmm?” He looked down and saw that Jaret had come on himself, having nowhere else to. Dean went down Jaret’s body to his manhood. The white creamy liquid covered most of his member and some of the surrounding area. Dean took his time licking around him, only letting his tongues graze over him lightly. Jaret was whimpering and squirming at the feeling, and moaning ever so lightly. After a couple more moments of teasing, Dean finally lapped up all of Jaret’s cum. Jaret offered some more moans before Dean came off him, having cleaned him off. Then, after completing his mission he crawled back up and collapsed next to Jaret both of them falling into a deep sleep.

A couple hours later…

“What the FUCK?” Dean and Jaret were jolted awake by a female voice, with a not-so-female fraise. Dean shot up from his position of cuddling with Jaret. Dean looked over the door and saw Katie there, with a horrified expression on her face.

Jaret yawned and sat up. “Jeez Katie. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Katie pretty much screamed. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with ME?!”

“Uh, that’s what I said.”

“I walk in the house to find Dean and your shirts on the floor and think ‘they probably just got hot or something’, but then I walk up here and find you two asleep, naked, and in each other’s arms! What. The. FUCK?!”

Jaret shrugged. “So what? Surprised to find out the truth about your big brother?”

“NO! I suspected that all along! I see the way you look at him. But, YOU!” Katie turned her attention to Dean. “Is this why you’re always turning me down? I was practically throwing myself at you! And so you choose Jaret over me?!”

“Uh, Katie-“ Dean started.

“You know what? I don’t care! I hope you get married and adopt many children!” Katie cut him off and went stomping down the hall. Soon, he heard the front door slam shut and Katie’s car go squealing down the street. Silence. Snort. Then Jaret started laughing. Hard. Dean stared curiously down at the white blonde boy, who was clutching his stomach, with tears of laughter running down his face.

“Dude, are you on crack?” Dean said looking down at him.

“No, but did you see the look on her face? How her face got all red and blotchy?” He continued laughing. After a couple minutes the laughter died and Jaret turned to look at you. “But, seriously, she liked you?”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “You mean you really didn’t notice? How she was always latching herself on to me?”

Jaret blushed and looked down. “So you really choose me over her?”
Dean smiled and grasped Jaret’s hand in his. “Yeah.”

“I’m glad you did.” Jaret said smiling up and Dean.

“Me too.”