[ Having his legs held up by Jesse's arms, being held in such a exposing and compromising position is utterly humiliating. He wants to fight against how defenseless he feels, but he's powerless to do anything with the way Jesse is fucking him. He arches his head back with panting gasps, sweaty and completely consumed by that burning heat spreading inside him, the tent filled with the noises of Jesse's thighs slapping forcefully against his ass over and over.
His hand drops away from gripping Jesse's hair to reach down for his cock, which he starts stroking with frantic need. He lifts his head from the mattress, eyes finally opening to look down at what he's doing, teeth gritted in concentration. His gaze is drawn to the sight of Jesse holding his thighs and Jesse's hips pounding against him, and he finds himself looking up and meeting Jesse's eyes as another panting gasp is drawn out of him from yet another hard thrust of Jesse's cock. The way Jesse is looking down at him catches him completely off guard, sends a shock of nakedness through him.
His head drops back to the mattress with a strangled, "Fuck," followed by rough guttural grunts as the heat building within him starts to spill over. His hand works in a frenzy on his dick, stomach muscles tightening, his breathing growing hitched and ragged and, god, he the way Jesse is fucking him makes him feel like he's being split in two. Pressure builds and builds in the base of his cock, sudden and fierce, his balls drawing up tight, and his muscles clamp down on Jesse's cock as his body seizes up in orgasm. His vision whites out and his cock is rock-hard in his hand, come shooting up onto his stomach in pulsing spurts, all while he hunches forward with helpless panting moans. ]
[A shockwave follows Joel's orgasm, the spasm squeezing around Jesse's cock and drawing a shuddering moan out of him. He can't hold back any longer, his body giving a final jerk as he comes hard. Joel always pulls out, but not Jesse, who tightens his grip just to make sure Joel doesn't try to squirm away as Jesse fills him with hot seed. Every fucking last drop. He sways there, locked inside Joel until he's completely empty, sweat rolling down his face despite the chill.
Jesse licks his lips as his mind slowly returns to normal function, and Joel's legs suddenly feel heavy in his arms. Lowering them back to the mattress, Jesse finds that he's trembling. A brief exhaustion - he'll recover in about thirty seconds - but for now it's overwhelming. He tugs his dick unceremoniously out of Joel and flops onto his side, his breathing ragged and interspersed with the occasional incredulous laugh.
[ It's another blow to how emasculated Joel already feels, to be pinned down with nowhere to go while Jesse comes inside him. It's not like he makes any effort to stop him; he could easily push Jesse off him without any effort at all, but instead he's taking it because he can barely think about anything with how blank his mind is and how full and thick Jesse is inside him. He lets out a stiff groan as his legs, aching from being held in a position they're not used to, are finally released, and the abrupt way Jesse pulls out of him is startling.
While Jesse rolls off him, Joel is left lying on his back, panting, staring unfocusedly up at the roof of the tent with a feeling of emptiness. It's both a relief and an unsettling realisation of loss, stretched open and raw and like his insides have been pushed around. He hears Jesse's incredulous bouts of laughter next but Joel remains silently staring up, dazed, stripped bare, Jesse's semen dribbling out of him, the gaping emptiness of where Jesse had just been greedily pounding into him a moment ago leaving him feeling more powerless than ever. And yet through it all, his mind is also blissfuly blank. Jesse fucked him and Joel liked it.
Out of nowhere, an incredulous huff that's almost a numb laugh escapes him, too. It's not funny how powerless he feels, it's not funny that he feels so raw and empty, it's absolutely not funny that he has an almost overwhelming urge to pull Jesse back to him in needy search of finding that closeness again, but god, it's like the suffocating weight of everything since Ellie disappeared has been lifted off him in a way he can't explain. ]
Jesus.
[ Muttered quietly, breathless and blank and stunned while he lies there bathed in sweat, leg muscles trembling, ass bruised and sensitive and bereft. ]
[That remark draws Jesse's attention back to Joel. He's almost caught his breath now, regaining his strength, so he rolls over to get close. There is something lonely about being two separate people again. There's so much warmth to be found inside another person, a feeling that can't quite be reached in any other way. Jesse presses a kiss to Joel's nearest shoulder and drapes an arm across his stomach. A pale substitute for the contact they had a minute ago, but at least they're touching.
Jesse's lips part. An intake of breath. There's something he wants to say. Only Joel sort of prefers things left unspoken, doesn't he? Anything too pointed and honest sets him all on edge. So Jesse brushes another kiss to Joel's shoulder, instead, and then rests his cheek there.]
[ Joel lies there like that with Jesse for a little while, with Jesse's arm anchored over his middle and Jesse's cheek on his shoulder. His panting breaths ease until he's eventually breathing normally again. The chilliness of the night air on his sweaty skin and the now cold dribble of semen between his legs and on his stomach is what finally brings Joel out of his daze. With a grunt, he starts pushing himself up to a sitting position and, Christ, he's aching in places he's not used to feeling aches. Gingerly sitting up on his backside, he reaches out for his shirt rumpled on the floor, the nearest thing he has available to him to clean away the mess on his stomach. ]
Guess I better... put the fire out.
[ The campfire outside, he means. Wiping the shirt across his middle, keeping his attention averted from Jesse. He's not sure how to handle what just happened now the afterglow has settled in and it shows. ]
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His hand drops away from gripping Jesse's hair to reach down for his cock, which he starts stroking with frantic need. He lifts his head from the mattress, eyes finally opening to look down at what he's doing, teeth gritted in concentration. His gaze is drawn to the sight of Jesse holding his thighs and Jesse's hips pounding against him, and he finds himself looking up and meeting Jesse's eyes as another panting gasp is drawn out of him from yet another hard thrust of Jesse's cock. The way Jesse is looking down at him catches him completely off guard, sends a shock of nakedness through him.
His head drops back to the mattress with a strangled, "Fuck," followed by rough guttural grunts as the heat building within him starts to spill over. His hand works in a frenzy on his dick, stomach muscles tightening, his breathing growing hitched and ragged and, god, he the way Jesse is fucking him makes him feel like he's being split in two. Pressure builds and builds in the base of his cock, sudden and fierce, his balls drawing up tight, and his muscles clamp down on Jesse's cock as his body seizes up in orgasm. His vision whites out and his cock is rock-hard in his hand, come shooting up onto his stomach in pulsing spurts, all while he hunches forward with helpless panting moans. ]
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Jesse licks his lips as his mind slowly returns to normal function, and Joel's legs suddenly feel heavy in his arms. Lowering them back to the mattress, Jesse finds that he's trembling. A brief exhaustion - he'll recover in about thirty seconds - but for now it's overwhelming. He tugs his dick unceremoniously out of Joel and flops onto his side, his breathing ragged and interspersed with the occasional incredulous laugh.
Holy shit, he fucked Joel.]
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While Jesse rolls off him, Joel is left lying on his back, panting, staring unfocusedly up at the roof of the tent with a feeling of emptiness. It's both a relief and an unsettling realisation of loss, stretched open and raw and like his insides have been pushed around. He hears Jesse's incredulous bouts of laughter next but Joel remains silently staring up, dazed, stripped bare, Jesse's semen dribbling out of him, the gaping emptiness of where Jesse had just been greedily pounding into him a moment ago leaving him feeling more powerless than ever. And yet through it all, his mind is also blissfuly blank. Jesse fucked him and Joel liked it.
Out of nowhere, an incredulous huff that's almost a numb laugh escapes him, too. It's not funny how powerless he feels, it's not funny that he feels so raw and empty, it's absolutely not funny that he has an almost overwhelming urge to pull Jesse back to him in needy search of finding that closeness again, but god, it's like the suffocating weight of everything since Ellie disappeared has been lifted off him in a way he can't explain. ]
Jesus.
[ Muttered quietly, breathless and blank and stunned while he lies there bathed in sweat, leg muscles trembling, ass bruised and sensitive and bereft. ]
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Jesse's lips part. An intake of breath. There's something he wants to say. Only Joel sort of prefers things left unspoken, doesn't he? Anything too pointed and honest sets him all on edge. So Jesse brushes another kiss to Joel's shoulder, instead, and then rests his cheek there.]
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Guess I better... put the fire out.
[ The campfire outside, he means. Wiping the shirt across his middle, keeping his attention averted from Jesse. He's not sure how to handle what just happened now the afterglow has settled in and it shows. ]