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mayqueen517FIC. I bring smutty, smutty fic. Because yeah. KEVRON. ♥
Also, nngh.
Title: Follow Through
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
DISCLAIMER: Ohhh, the things I do not own in this. *snorts* Title and cut text comes from Demi Lovato's song 'The Middle' because it kept coming on while I was writing it. Jesus, that song is..nnnngh.
Summary: There are times when Zac hates being a pool boy. Like when creepy Mrs. Fincher down the street insists on tucking the check into his shorts or slapping his ass as he walks by. It's just weird, and he sort of regrets offering to clean pools and stuff for some extra cash.
But he doesn't really mind cleaning up for Kevin Jonas.
There are times when Zac hates being a pool boy. Like when creepy Mrs. Fincher down the street insists on tucking the check into his shorts or slapping his ass as he walks by. It's just weird, and he sort of regrets offering to clean pools and stuff for some extra cash.
But he doesn't really mind cleaning up for Kevin Jonas.
And okay, so what if Zac takes extra care to wear his tightest shorts when he goes to clean that particular pool? Sometimes it's a lottery of what he has clean or available. The lustful looks that he gets from the other man makes being his pool boy pretty worth it. (And Zac is not afraid to admit he sends a few of his own back.)
"I do hope you've got enough sunscreen on," says a voice above him as he skims over the top of the pool with the net. Kevin Jonas is standing there, white slacks and a bright blue shirt on, with white loafers and Zac feels a grin start on his face.
"Maybe," Zac tosses his hair out of his eyes, resting his hands on the topmost part of the skimmer, flashing a grin at his boss.
"Well. I'd...like to be sure," he says as Zac shrugs and nods, grinning a little before putting the skimmer down. He walks to his bag and retrieves the bottle of sunscreen, smearing it over his arms and chest, watching Kevin's eyes darken. His eyes darken and his lips part just a bit. Zac hides his grin, but he feels kind of smug about that, because well.
Who wouldn't?
"Mind getting my back then? Since...you're such a concerned boss and all," he says, watching Kevin swallow and nod, rolling his sleeves up. Kevin secures the sleeves just below his elbows and Zac wants to lick and nip his entire way up Kevin's forearm for all that he's seeing.
Kevin takes the bottle and Zac feels his hands, slick with sunscreen, slide over his back. It raises goosebumps and Zac leans back into it for just a moment. Testing, wondering. Kevin makes sure he touches every inch he can, smearing the oily lotion over Zac's back.
"Thanks," Zac says softly as Kevin murmurs something that's probably a 'you're welcome', because Kevin is nothing if not polite. The hands don't leave and Zac has a split second to wonder about it before Kevin slides his hands around to Zac's chest, sliding along the slightly greasy skin as Kevin skates his fingers close to Zac's nipples, grazing them but not quite.
Zac can't hold in the gasp and the thrill of it, because Kevin has always been scorchingly hot, and he doesn't realize it. Zac figures this is some weird fantasy the guy has and if he's decided that he wants to act it out with Zac, well.
It's not like Zac's protesting.
Kevin's fingers slide down his chest and then back up, rough pads sliding over Zac's nipples this time. Zac tilts his head back just enough, gasping softly, letting Kevin touch him, lets Kevin slide his hands down to Zac's belly, making the muscles jump. Fingers tease the waistband of his shorts, one finger sliding beneath the boundary line of fabric.
"You want this," says Kevin, like he's asking a question, but he already knows the answer because Zac is ridiculously hard right now.
"Yes," Zac says, voice low and Kevin makes a soft, pleased sound as he leans forward, lips right near his ear and it sends shudders down Zac's spine.
"Then I want you to go inside, get undressed, and wait for me. On your knees, please,"
Zac bites back a groan as Kevin's hands slide away from him, teasing callouses over already sensitive skin before Zac walks in. The cold air is a shock, but a welcome one as he undresses and tosses a couple of pillows on the floor, kneeling carefully. He resists the urge to stroke himself while he waits anticipation crawling over his skin as he waits for Kevin.
He hears the footsteps of the other man as he walks up and Zac cants his eyes up, almost groaning at the sight. Kevin's naked and hard, idly stroking himself as he walks up to Zac. He combs a hand through Zac's sweat damp hair, watching him with dark eyes before giving him a slow smile.
"Still want this?"
"Let me show you," says Zac, voice rough as Kevin groans a little, and Kevin nods, letting go of Zac's hair. Zac reaches up, stroking Kevin firmly before flickering his tongue against the head, swirling his tongue. He looks up and Kevin's got his head tilted back, a moan sounding around the room as Zac sucks on the head, stroking his hands along Kevin's thighs.
Teasing for a few moments, Zac enjoys the different sounds he can get out Kevin, ignoring the ache in his knees as he bobs his head. He takes him down as far as he can a couple of times, drawing a deep groan from Kevin that echoes around the living room.
Slurping and moaning, Zac watches Kevin, watches the way the muscles in his arms bunch as he clenches both hands into fists. Watches the way Kevin chews on his bottom lip, muffled whimpers and moans escaping despite it, and Zac can't resist teasing him.
He pulls off of him, stroking him slowly as he swirls his tongue around the head. Kevin gasps loudly, arching hard and whimpering, begging without saying a word as Zac sucks on the head, shallow and barely touching.
"Don't...be a tease, now," Kevin manages, voice strangled and rough, lips swollen from his own teeth and there are few things as amazingly hot as that, Zac thinks.
Zac pulls off, stroking Kevin slowly still, pausing to squeeze his cock every now and then, and that makes Kevin gasp and Zac grins smugly.
"But you seem to be enjoying it," Zac says, giving a broad lick to the head of his cock as Kevin groans.
"Mmm, I am. But right now, I think I would enjoy it if you went and found out what was in that drawer closest to your hip,"
Kevin's eyes are deep and dark and entirely fixated on Zac as he makes a show of digging through the drawer.
Zac pulls out condoms and lube and looks up at Kevin who grins slowly, predatory as Zac smirks, standing and walking over to Kevin. He backs him into the arm of the couch, kissing him hard and groaning into it. Their hips grind against each other and Zac wonders if Kevin realizes just how hot this is.
Pulling back, he groans, looking at Kevin and god, Zac wants to fuck him through the couch just right where they are.
"Turn around. Bend over the arm," Zac says, voice rough as he grinds his hips into Kevin's, hearing the hitch of breath and the whimper. It's a good sound, he thinks, as Kevin turns and bends over the arm obediently.
Zac nearly groans at the sight, letting his hands slide along Kevin's back, nails lightly drawing over the skin. He watches goosebumps pop up before he speaks, opening the lube easily.
"I can't wait to fuck you. Can't wait to push inside and just fuck you as hard as I want against the arm of this couch. You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's what you want, it's why you told me that I could do this how I wanted, isn't it?"
Kevin groans loudly, arching back into him as Zac slides a finger inside of him, thrusting it slowly, groaning himself.
"Please. More," Kevin says, shuddering as Zac pushes another inside, groaning at the tight heat, thrusting his fingers roughly. Kevin's arching his back and thrusting back against him as Zac prepares him, taking his time.
And really, Zac could do this all day, but he's not going to. He's not going to because Kevin's making these needy, harsh sounds in his throat, barely letting them escape his lips as Zac curls his fingers.
"You ready?"
"Yes. God, yes. Please,"
Zac grits his teeth as he pulls the condom on, watching Kevin's fingers curling around the fabric of the couch and he grins. He lines himself up and pushes in, one quick motion that has Kevin arching up, yelling and shuddering around Zac. Zac groans hard, giving Kevin a moment to adjust before he braces his hands on Kevin's hips, pulling out slowly.
It's a slow drag and Zac groans, thrusting back in with a smooth motion that has Kevin's ass pushing back against him. He looks amazing, bent over the arm of the couch as Zac thrusts into him, their groans echoing each other as the only other sound is the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
He fucks Kevin hard against the armrest, groaning and bringing yelps from Kevin as he changes angles without warning. Zac groans as he shudders hard, gasping harshly as Kevin gives a hoarse shout, body shaking as he comes. His ass clenches around Zac's cock and Zac's gripping Kevin's hips with his hands, coming hard and feeling it down to his toes.
The room falls silent as Zac slowly pulls out, disposing of the condom and arranging Kevin on the couch with him.
They breathe hard against one another, sweat slowly drying on their skin as Kevin nuzzles the hollow of Zac's neck.
"Kev?"
"Hmm?" his voice is sleepy and sated, content with the urge to doze against Zac. Zac's hands comb through his damp curls gently, bringing a happy sigh from Kevin. Smiling, Zac kisses his temple softly, hugging him close.
"Next time, you're the pool boy,"
Also, nngh.
Title: Follow Through
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
DISCLAIMER: Ohhh, the things I do not own in this. *snorts* Title and cut text comes from Demi Lovato's song 'The Middle' because it kept coming on while I was writing it. Jesus, that song is..nnnngh.
Summary: There are times when Zac hates being a pool boy. Like when creepy Mrs. Fincher down the street insists on tucking the check into his shorts or slapping his ass as he walks by. It's just weird, and he sort of regrets offering to clean pools and stuff for some extra cash.
But he doesn't really mind cleaning up for Kevin Jonas.
There are times when Zac hates being a pool boy. Like when creepy Mrs. Fincher down the street insists on tucking the check into his shorts or slapping his ass as he walks by. It's just weird, and he sort of regrets offering to clean pools and stuff for some extra cash.
But he doesn't really mind cleaning up for Kevin Jonas.
And okay, so what if Zac takes extra care to wear his tightest shorts when he goes to clean that particular pool? Sometimes it's a lottery of what he has clean or available. The lustful looks that he gets from the other man makes being his pool boy pretty worth it. (And Zac is not afraid to admit he sends a few of his own back.)
"I do hope you've got enough sunscreen on," says a voice above him as he skims over the top of the pool with the net. Kevin Jonas is standing there, white slacks and a bright blue shirt on, with white loafers and Zac feels a grin start on his face.
"Maybe," Zac tosses his hair out of his eyes, resting his hands on the topmost part of the skimmer, flashing a grin at his boss.
"Well. I'd...like to be sure," he says as Zac shrugs and nods, grinning a little before putting the skimmer down. He walks to his bag and retrieves the bottle of sunscreen, smearing it over his arms and chest, watching Kevin's eyes darken. His eyes darken and his lips part just a bit. Zac hides his grin, but he feels kind of smug about that, because well.
Who wouldn't?
"Mind getting my back then? Since...you're such a concerned boss and all," he says, watching Kevin swallow and nod, rolling his sleeves up. Kevin secures the sleeves just below his elbows and Zac wants to lick and nip his entire way up Kevin's forearm for all that he's seeing.
Kevin takes the bottle and Zac feels his hands, slick with sunscreen, slide over his back. It raises goosebumps and Zac leans back into it for just a moment. Testing, wondering. Kevin makes sure he touches every inch he can, smearing the oily lotion over Zac's back.
"Thanks," Zac says softly as Kevin murmurs something that's probably a 'you're welcome', because Kevin is nothing if not polite. The hands don't leave and Zac has a split second to wonder about it before Kevin slides his hands around to Zac's chest, sliding along the slightly greasy skin as Kevin skates his fingers close to Zac's nipples, grazing them but not quite.
Zac can't hold in the gasp and the thrill of it, because Kevin has always been scorchingly hot, and he doesn't realize it. Zac figures this is some weird fantasy the guy has and if he's decided that he wants to act it out with Zac, well.
It's not like Zac's protesting.
Kevin's fingers slide down his chest and then back up, rough pads sliding over Zac's nipples this time. Zac tilts his head back just enough, gasping softly, letting Kevin touch him, lets Kevin slide his hands down to Zac's belly, making the muscles jump. Fingers tease the waistband of his shorts, one finger sliding beneath the boundary line of fabric.
"You want this," says Kevin, like he's asking a question, but he already knows the answer because Zac is ridiculously hard right now.
"Yes," Zac says, voice low and Kevin makes a soft, pleased sound as he leans forward, lips right near his ear and it sends shudders down Zac's spine.
"Then I want you to go inside, get undressed, and wait for me. On your knees, please,"
Zac bites back a groan as Kevin's hands slide away from him, teasing callouses over already sensitive skin before Zac walks in. The cold air is a shock, but a welcome one as he undresses and tosses a couple of pillows on the floor, kneeling carefully. He resists the urge to stroke himself while he waits anticipation crawling over his skin as he waits for Kevin.
He hears the footsteps of the other man as he walks up and Zac cants his eyes up, almost groaning at the sight. Kevin's naked and hard, idly stroking himself as he walks up to Zac. He combs a hand through Zac's sweat damp hair, watching him with dark eyes before giving him a slow smile.
"Still want this?"
"Let me show you," says Zac, voice rough as Kevin groans a little, and Kevin nods, letting go of Zac's hair. Zac reaches up, stroking Kevin firmly before flickering his tongue against the head, swirling his tongue. He looks up and Kevin's got his head tilted back, a moan sounding around the room as Zac sucks on the head, stroking his hands along Kevin's thighs.
Teasing for a few moments, Zac enjoys the different sounds he can get out Kevin, ignoring the ache in his knees as he bobs his head. He takes him down as far as he can a couple of times, drawing a deep groan from Kevin that echoes around the living room.
Slurping and moaning, Zac watches Kevin, watches the way the muscles in his arms bunch as he clenches both hands into fists. Watches the way Kevin chews on his bottom lip, muffled whimpers and moans escaping despite it, and Zac can't resist teasing him.
He pulls off of him, stroking him slowly as he swirls his tongue around the head. Kevin gasps loudly, arching hard and whimpering, begging without saying a word as Zac sucks on the head, shallow and barely touching.
"Don't...be a tease, now," Kevin manages, voice strangled and rough, lips swollen from his own teeth and there are few things as amazingly hot as that, Zac thinks.
Zac pulls off, stroking Kevin slowly still, pausing to squeeze his cock every now and then, and that makes Kevin gasp and Zac grins smugly.
"But you seem to be enjoying it," Zac says, giving a broad lick to the head of his cock as Kevin groans.
"Mmm, I am. But right now, I think I would enjoy it if you went and found out what was in that drawer closest to your hip,"
Kevin's eyes are deep and dark and entirely fixated on Zac as he makes a show of digging through the drawer.
Zac pulls out condoms and lube and looks up at Kevin who grins slowly, predatory as Zac smirks, standing and walking over to Kevin. He backs him into the arm of the couch, kissing him hard and groaning into it. Their hips grind against each other and Zac wonders if Kevin realizes just how hot this is.
Pulling back, he groans, looking at Kevin and god, Zac wants to fuck him through the couch just right where they are.
"Turn around. Bend over the arm," Zac says, voice rough as he grinds his hips into Kevin's, hearing the hitch of breath and the whimper. It's a good sound, he thinks, as Kevin turns and bends over the arm obediently.
Zac nearly groans at the sight, letting his hands slide along Kevin's back, nails lightly drawing over the skin. He watches goosebumps pop up before he speaks, opening the lube easily.
"I can't wait to fuck you. Can't wait to push inside and just fuck you as hard as I want against the arm of this couch. You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's what you want, it's why you told me that I could do this how I wanted, isn't it?"
Kevin groans loudly, arching back into him as Zac slides a finger inside of him, thrusting it slowly, groaning himself.
"Please. More," Kevin says, shuddering as Zac pushes another inside, groaning at the tight heat, thrusting his fingers roughly. Kevin's arching his back and thrusting back against him as Zac prepares him, taking his time.
And really, Zac could do this all day, but he's not going to. He's not going to because Kevin's making these needy, harsh sounds in his throat, barely letting them escape his lips as Zac curls his fingers.
"You ready?"
"Yes. God, yes. Please,"
Zac grits his teeth as he pulls the condom on, watching Kevin's fingers curling around the fabric of the couch and he grins. He lines himself up and pushes in, one quick motion that has Kevin arching up, yelling and shuddering around Zac. Zac groans hard, giving Kevin a moment to adjust before he braces his hands on Kevin's hips, pulling out slowly.
It's a slow drag and Zac groans, thrusting back in with a smooth motion that has Kevin's ass pushing back against him. He looks amazing, bent over the arm of the couch as Zac thrusts into him, their groans echoing each other as the only other sound is the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
He fucks Kevin hard against the armrest, groaning and bringing yelps from Kevin as he changes angles without warning. Zac groans as he shudders hard, gasping harshly as Kevin gives a hoarse shout, body shaking as he comes. His ass clenches around Zac's cock and Zac's gripping Kevin's hips with his hands, coming hard and feeling it down to his toes.
The room falls silent as Zac slowly pulls out, disposing of the condom and arranging Kevin on the couch with him.
They breathe hard against one another, sweat slowly drying on their skin as Kevin nuzzles the hollow of Zac's neck.
"Kev?"
"Hmm?" his voice is sleepy and sated, content with the urge to doze against Zac. Zac's hands comb through his damp curls gently, bringing a happy sigh from Kevin. Smiling, Zac kisses his temple softly, hugging him close.
"Next time, you're the pool boy,"
