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Jabber leaned back into Zanka's chest and felt Zanka's arms tighten around him. He felt real good, warm all over, Zanka's hold on him grounding him even as he was floating away. Jabber's bong was sitting on the coffee table in front of them, forgotten halfway through their fourth cone as they'd become increasingly engrossed in the low budget horror movie on the TV.
Jabber had first met Zanka in their shared third year organic chemistry unit. He had slid into the seat next to Zanka and begun flirting immediately, assuming he'd transferred from elsewhere, only to find out he'd shared at least five units with Zanka over the first two years of his degree. Oops. Jabber supposed that's what happens when you wake and bake every day and barely attend lectures. Man, that day was such a good memory. Zanka had looked at him like he was a piece of dirt on the ground from the moment Jabber had opened his mouth. When they'd been paired together for a group assignment later in the semester, Zanka had sat Jabber down in the outdoor cafe on the bottom floor of the library and threatened him so severely about the consequences of not pulling his weight that Jabber had gotten hard on the spot. Jabber did end up working hard on their assignment – Zanka was smoking hot AND mean and Jabber felt real motivated – and boy was it worth it. Good collaboration became an actual friendship when Jabber visited Zanka's apartment to study and geeked out about his collection of horror Blu-rays, starting a tradition of weekly movie nights. Friendship turned into something more the first time Jabber had smoked Zanka out. While Zanka had been afraid he'd get paranoid, he became so relaxed and touchy that him and Jabber ended up making out for hours, and they'd been dating since.
The actor on the screen in front of them, confronted by the killer, let out a ridiculous guttural scream. Jabber burst into laughter at the same time as Zanka did, loud into his ear. God, Jabber loved when Zanka laughed like that, deep and uninhibited. Every time Jabber thought he'd calmed down, Zanka laughing would set him off again. It was only when Zanka began laughing into Jabber's neck, interspersing giggles with kisses and bites, than Jabber's attention shifted.
"This movie is so fuckin’ bad," Zanka said into Jabber's ear in his deep ass voice, and pulled on Jabber's helix with his teeth. Jabber couldn't suppress a full body shudder, and nuzzled backwards into Zanka.
Ugh, Jabber was obsessed with him. He wanted Zanka to bite him so hard he bled. He wanted Zanka to mark him up all over, and he wanted it to never heal. He wanted everyone to see that Zanka was his.
"Ya there?" he heard Zanka ask.
"Mmm. Yeah," Jabber responded, distinctly more horny than he had been a minute ago.
"You were getting real loud for a second there," Zanka said, not helping the issue by trailing his lips down and biting the back of Jabber's neck, like he was a horny cat about to mount. Jabber heard a moan, and figured it was him. God, he wanted to get fucked.
"I dunno if I can stay hard enough to fuck you right now, but I can get you off," Zanka said. Hmm. Jabber must have said that last bit out loud.
"Yes please," he slurred, pushing back into Zanka. He heard Zanka sigh, and even as high as he was, he could recognise it as put upon. Zanka brought his hand up to Jabber's mouth and shoved two fingers in unceremoniously. Jabber moaned and began doing his absolute best to wet Zanka's fingers with his dry, cottony mouth.
"You're a slut," Zanka said, and stuck his hand down Jabber's shorts. Jabber hummed and arched into Zanka's sturdy chest. "Only for you, baby," he said, knowing without having to look that it would make Zanka blush.
Zanka's wide palm curled around Jabber, spit easing the movement of his hand. They'd been dating long enough that Zanka knew exactly how he liked to be touched, but it was the little extras that Jabber really loved. Zanka's other hand crept up under Jabber's tank and pinched his nipple, twisting meanly at the end, then shifted his hand further up to grip Jabber's throat, thumb and fingers pressing into sides, restricting his blood flow real nice. Jabber tried to inhale, and wheezed a bit. God, that was the good stuff.
When they'd first started having sex, Jabber had thought he'd have to really gentle Zanka into hurting him the way he liked. He'd gotten the shock of his life to see the way Zanka's eyes had lit up at how Jabber moaned and flushed when he was in pain, the smirk on his face when he teased. Ugh. Jabber's perfect man.
Jabber was brought back to the present when Zanka dug his thumbnail into Jabber's cock, just under the head. An airy moan left his mouth, and he was abruptly close. “Fuck, I'm gonna come. You're so fucking good,” he whined. The warmth in his stomach intensified and he felt himself come, breathing heavily, spurting all over his own shirt. Oh well.
He grabbed Zanka's spare hand, sadly no longer choking him, and bit on the tips of his fingers. Zanka let out a tiny moan and shifted his hips forward. Ha. He was hard as a rock.
“Thought you couldn't stay hard?” Jabber teased. His voice cracked a little, his already dry mouth dryer from all the moaning.
“You sounded so good, plus you were rubbing up against me. You try not being hard through that,” Zanka grumbled.
Jabber turned in the cradle of Zanka's arms and kissed him, gently biting his bottom lip. Breaking the kiss, he slid off the couch onto the floor, taking off his ruined tank as he went, running his hands up Zanka's thighs where his shorts had ridden up. Behind him, he heard a bloodcurdling scream and the sound of someone getting stabbed coming from the TV. In front of him, Zanka's eyes met his.