Ch 6- Fever
The kisses turned hot and breathtaking as Jean guided them to his bedroom, still lip locked and giggling childishly when they ran into things.
He pulled Jean close to his face; he could smell the hints of musk, desire and a certain kind of soap. The stubble on Jean's face clawed at his cheeks, making him want to feel Jean everywhere even more. They moved backwards until Javert got too hasty and bumped his shin on a nearby edge of a dresser in his room.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed a little breathless, smiling all the same. Jean smiled and brought him back to his face, kissing him more feverishly than before. Only did Javert realize that he was being laid back on a bed when he hit the soft sheets. He moaned in delight, for the bed was much more comfortable than standing. Jean brought his injured leg up to his face and he kissed the spot that hit the dresser, tongue sliding out like velvet. Javert inhaled deeply at the sight of Jean kissing and sucking his leg, and had to bite back a moan when Jean kissed up his leg in the same manner.
Jean stopped at his aching groin and planted a kiss before pulling his jeans in a downward motion, causing them to slip from the other man's hips, releasing his erection.
Javert watched as he kissed the tip of his cock, and moved on up to remove his shirt. Javert pulled the offending article over his head and removed the rest of his pants before the tides took a change and he flipped the two of them over promptly so he was straddling Jean's hips. His eyes widened in surprise under him, and from surprise his look became wolfish and hungry. Javert bend for another kiss; he could practically taste the lust in Jean's mouth. He began to work on the buttons of Jean's pants before promptly giving up due to the fact he was shaking so much. Jean groaned impatiently and quickly took off the uncooperative article of clothing.
Javert straddled Jean once again, bringing him to sit up by pulling his face close for more feverish kisses. Jean moaned deeply in the back of his throat and pulled him close, holding his sides and his back tightly.
Javert broke for air for a moment before asking, "Do you have anything?"
Jean considered this for a moment before gently beckoning Javert off of him and reaching into his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms and lube. "This will do?"
"I thought you were a virgin?" He questioned, taking the box and lube from his hands and diligently inspecting them.
"I am. I keep those there in case I fall in love with someone within an hour."
"Ah." Javert smiled brightly, kissing him again and removing his shirt. "Have you?" he whispered in his ear, breathlessly, making Jean shudder quite violently.
"Let me show you…" Jean lay back, pulling Javert with him so that Javert was hovering over his naked body. The room had been hot for some time, and he had taken the time to then realize how slick with sweat both of their bodies were. Kissing him again, he felt Javert straddle him.
"Agh, damn…" Javert was having difficulties, Jean noticed, and was squirming atop him, making it very hard to make Javert's problems easier. He thrust his hips upwards, causing Javert to moan loudly. Javert hurried, spreading lube across Jean's member. When Javert was finished and there was an adequate amount of lubrication on his cock, he sat on his hips, and allowed his cock to enter him.
Jean howled loudly as the warm, tight heat engulfed him. No sensation, nothing was quite like this, nothing as delicious, nothing as hot, and nothing as blissful.
Javert's discomfort was evident; he grunted uncomfortably and shifted abruptly. Soon, the pain subsided and he, very slowly, began rocking and bouncing atop of Jean's cock.
Jean's eyes fluttered and his mouth hung open, breathing hard and light at the same time. He thrust up just as he had done earlier, more heat engulfing him and making Javert moan and writhe over him. Jean smiled and groaned as Javert started bouncing faster atop his cock. Javert shifted very slightly, until he bounced once and suddenly twitched and moaned sweetly in ecstasy. Jean felt himself hit a tender spot in the other man's prostate and clutched the headboard above him, moaning and groaning incoherent words as Javert continued moaning atop of him.
Jean took one of his hands off of the headboard and went straight for Javert's bobbing cock, which he guessed wanted some attention. The flush heat twitched under his touch and Javert saw the stars as he came in very few swift but firm strokes to his cock. The idea of Javert being pushed into ecstasy by his own hand drove him over the edge, and he came, shouting Javert's name.
The younger man stopped rocking, and both caught their breath for a moment before smiling brightly at each other. They kissed and Javert peeled himself off of Jean, crawling into his embrace. Jean didn't bother cleaning the two off; it could wait until morning.
Before Jean comfortably drifted off into slumber, he heard Javert whisper, "I love you, Jean Valjean…"
He smiled into the man's hair. "I love you… what is your first name?"
There was a long pause before he heard a quiet and shy, "Luc."
"I love you, Luc Javert…" and then Jean drifted off into deep sleep.
When Jean woke in the morning, he was alone.