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3 A.M. 1/?
(Anonymous) 2011-10-18 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)Lindsey was gone for the weekend because of some important photo shoot and that meant Joel had the apartment all to himself. But that was boring, so he called Sonny over to stay the night. Would they call it a slumber party? Really?
Yeah, sure. Why not. Only, it's manly as hell.
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1 AM was swiftly approaching and Joel decided to flip the USTREAM on while he and Sonny jammed in the studio.
“What in God’s name are you doing?” Joel made a face at his friend who was working off screen.
“I’m just messing around with audio effects! ‘M not serious, man. Calm your tits.” He returned to his goofing around on ableton while Joel stared at the back of his head for a moment longer before making a grab for his coke can.
“He’s got f**kin’ beat repeat, a compressor, and a-“
“And a resonator…” Sonny giggled.
“Yeah, and a resonator… on the same audio sample.” Joel smirked and looked right into the camera. This is how their late night, punch drunk shenanigans went most of the time. Especially when USTREAM was added to the equation, because then people online would suggest things.
Things like actually singing dubstep, getting up to randomly dance, switch hats and glasses for the millionth time, and a lot of other crazy sh*t….
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“Sonny, they want us to, like, switch clothes again.” Joel lazily scrolled through his twitter; looking at a bunch of dares while Sonny sat next to him; resting his head on the desk. It was now 3 AM.
“Man, we already did that. No.” he mumbled into his arm. He finally began to doze off after finding a comfy position; head leaning against his bestie’s arm.
And that’s when Joel saw it…
“You should totally kiss Skrillex. He’d be so confused! Do it and you’re cool.”
“Makeout session! Go!”
“It would be so funny! Kiss him!”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Joel slowly looked down at the sleeping mass of Sonny; trying not to wake him. Smirking up at the camera, he actually contemplated for a minute before shaking his head.
"No thanks, guys. I'm shutting down." And he did. He turned the stream off and leaned back in his seat, trying to figure out what to do now. He wasn't all that tired yet but he was still bored as hell. Sonny shifted a little in his sleep and rubbed his eyes; knocking his glasses off in the process. Joel had to admit, it was kinda cute when he slept. Adorable. Adoracute-a-ble... Whatever. You get it.
He sat up and timidly gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, wondering if it would be enough to wake him up. But, to Joel's dismay, the little guy didn't move. It was a minute or two later that another stupid idea invaded his head which got him thinking 'hey, why the fuck not.' as he moved his chair closer.
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3 A.M. 2/?
(Anonymous) 2011-10-18 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)"Wake up, Sonny~" Joel cooed in his ear, coaxing him to open his eyes. Hair in his face, Sonny looked up at Joel; his expression simultaniously confused and-- do I dare say needy?
"Joel, what're you-" the words caught in his throat when the other's hand slid between his legs without any warning whatsoever; resulting in a moan muffled behind the long sleeve of his favorite shirt. The room wasn't always this hot was it?
"Nuthin'," Joel ran his fingers through Sonny’s hair and pulled a bit of it out of his face. "It might just be the caffine, but I really needed something to keep myself busy..." He kept his eyes focused on Sonny's face while cold hands slid their way under his shirt; leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Sonny had to force himself not to cry out when Joel decided to go North instead of staying South. The growing erection he had was almost painful as Joel continued to feel up his sides.
"Fuck, man--" Sonny gasped as he felt blunt fingernails brush against his hip. "Can we please stop with the foreplay already?"
As much as he tried not to sound like he was begging, he couldn't; and from the look on Joel's face, he didn't give a shit.
"Will you stop complaining and fuckin' enjoy it? Jesus christ." He moved back in between Sonny's legs and began stroking his length through his jeans; failing to hide a smirk when all he could make out between labored breathing and occasional whimpers was his name.
"Hnn-nng. J-Joel-- ah. Please-..."
Okay, he knew the kid had a nice voice n' all but--... Damn. All Sonny had to do was open his mouth and it gave him a hard-on. Leaning in close, Joel began to place kisses along Sonny's jaw and down the side of his neck; pausing briefly to mark his 'territory' with a hicky.
Sonny was about to pull him in for a kiss before Joel just stopped what he was doing to glance up at the computer screen.
(ADD is fuckin' wonderful. Don't let anyone tell you different.)
"Fuck, Joel! Are you retarded?!" Sonny practically yelled at him in a moment of agitation, desperatly tugging at Joel's shirt.
"Oh, please. Keep your pants on." he chuckled, shutting the monitor off while getting back to work on his 'hot mess'.
"No promises." Before Joel could add anymore snide remarks, Sonny crawled into his lap and straddled him. Draping his arms on Joel's shoulders, he leaned in to bite at his collar bone, not being sky about grinding down into the other's lap.
Joel tolted his head to the side, giving Sonny better access. His back arched at the attention his hips were getting, which just led to more obscene noises and gestures.
3 A.M. 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-10-18 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)There was a surprised sound from Joel, but other than that, no interruptions. Smirking into the kiss, Sonny took Joel in his hand an began jerking him off at a slow and even pace.
"Ahh. Son-..ny." Joel didn't know how much of this he could take. "Fuck."
He decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally. Fumbling with Sonny's zipper, for what seemed like forever, he finally took hold of both him and Sonny and started getting the job done right. Faster.
"You never could get that right." Joel forced out between pants. Sonny was too lost in the experience to say a word. He buried his face in the side of Joel's neck; one hand hanging onto the back of the chair while the other was practically clawing Joel's back.
"Channeling Meowingtons, much? Calm down, goblin." he snickered, quickening the pace.
"Stop t-talking about your-ahh- your fucking cat! God, you are retarded." Sonny's hips bucked at the sudden wave of pleasure as his orgasm hit him like a brick wall; Joel's followed soon after.
They sat there for a while, a damp, panting mass of limbs, as they tried to compose themselves. Sonny, too exhausted to pick himself up, just sat there nuzzled into his buddy; listening to his slowing heartbeat.
"Remind me to sleep over more often..." Sonny said, giggling while Joel played with a few stray pieces of Sonny's hair.
"Oh, I will." he smiled. "Also, bitch, I can talk about my fuckin' cat all I want."
"Stupif"
"At least I'm funny..."
And they just sat there in silence for a while until they got bored and decided to go for a smoke on the patio.
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Re: 3 A.M. 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-10-19 02:18 am (UTC)(link)I
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DEAD
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Re: 3 A.M. 3/3 (Writer)
(Anonymous) 2011-10-20 12:03 am (UTC)(link)But I guess you liked it anyway, so that's cool.
DON'T DIE!
Re: 3 A.M. 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-10-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)