Angelos 'Heatwave' Series
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veiledndarknessBobby/Jared - Bittersweet Symphony
Rated R
Jared opened one eye slowly, peering through the fringe of dark hair that hung over his face. He yawned and rolled onto his side, drowsing in the afternoon sun.
“You look like a big cat when you do that,” Bobby said, dropping down onto the bed beside him.
Jared hummed softly, his eye drifting shut again. “Meow,” he muttered.
Bobby snorted and reclined back on the bed. “Pretty kitty,” he said, running his hand over Jared’s dark hair. “You gonna lie in bed all day?”
“If I can,” Jared said, yawning again. “Damn heat makes me wanna sleep all the time.”
Bobby wiped at his forehead, beads of sweat gathering over his bald scalp. “This heat, it’s unreal,” he said. “I, however, have a plan to cool down. A genius plan, in fact.”
“Oh yeah?” Jared mumbled. Bobby grinned and pressed a kiss to Jared’s temple.
“Yeah, close your eyes,” he whispered, moving off the bed.
“Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, tomorrow I’ll miss you, remember I’ll always be true,” Jared sang softly, his eyes closing as Bobby requested.
Bobby returned a moment later, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He dropped a cloth beside Jared, a package in his hands. He ran one hand over Jared’s smooth back, easing him onto his stomach.
“Bobby…what are you doing?” Jared asked, opening his eyes.
“I said, close your eyes,” Bobby said, nudging him down. Jared huffed and did so, rolling his eyes mentally. “I can sense that, y’know.”
Jared grinned and pressed his face to the wrinkled pillow, the heat in the room oppressive and thick. “Sorry,” he offered in a voice that wasn’t the least bit apologetic.
Bobby ripped the paper off the package in his hand, the sound overly loud. Jared rubbed his fingertips on the sheets and slowed his breathing, relaxing into the mattress. Bobby smiled widely and leaned in, kissing a path down Jared’s spine, his lips lingering over his warm skin.
“Mm,” Jared murmured appreciatively, his skin prickling under the feel of Bobby’s lips.
Bobby brought his right hand down, an icy cold streak where his lips had been a second before. Jared yelped, arching his back away from the cold feeling. “Bobby! What the hell?”
“Lie down,” Bobby said, his tongue flicking over the cold spot on his back.
Jared made a sound in his throat, the warmth of Bobby’s tongue easing the stinging cold. “You…what was that?” he managed to say.
Bobby ran his hand over his back, a long streak that had Jared whining lowly. “Popsicle,” he said, twirling his hand, the tip of the cold treat making patterns across his skin.
Jared moaned and arched away from him. “S’cold! Too cold,” he pleaded.
Bobby licked over one spot, his tongue flicking the skin. Jared moaned again. “Stop…” he whimpered when Bobby trailed the ice lower, his breathing growing heavier.
“You don’t really want me to stop,” Bobby chuckled. He rubbed the tip along the base of Jared’s spine, his tongue following the sticky trail. Jared fisted his hands in the sheets, his face flushed.
“B-Bobby,” he gritted his teeth, his hips moving against the sheets. “Please…”
“Yeah?” Bobby asked, running his tongue over the base of Jared’s spine, passing over the dimple in his skin, drips of liquid running down his fingers and patterning onto Jared’s skin.
Jared felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, Bobby’s tongue and lips moving lower, circling him, the cold droplets wrenching more moans when they landed on his overheated skin.
“Oh…fuck…” Jared whimpered, Bobby’s tongue moving lower. He arched his back, crying out when the half melted Popsicle passed over his opening, the cold making his skin ache. Bobby licked rapidly, gathering every drop that spilled.
Jared rocked on the sheets, his mouth hanging open. He sucked in an unsteady breath, his legs widening. Bobby ran one hand over his cheek, sliding the cold wetness over his thighs before flipping him over. Jared opened his eyes, watching Bobby crunch the last of the ice in his mouth, a wide smirk on his blue lips.
“Blueberry flavored,” Bobby informed him. Jared glared halfheartedly at him. “You gonna finish what you started?” he demanded.
Bobby laughed and knelt down, his cold, so cold mouth sliding over the length of Jared’s cock, his tongue rubbing along the underside. Jared cried out, his hips lifting as Bobby worked his mouth over him. He came with a hoarse cry, droplets of sweat rolling down his cheeks, the heat in the room suffocating as his body vibrated with pleasure.
Bobby sat back on his heels, licking his lips. “Mm,” he said.
Jared struggled to catch his breath, his face heavily flushed. “I’m sweatier now cause of you and your ‘ideas’,” he said, smiling despite himself.
“No worries,” Bobby said. He leaned in and kissed Jared deeply. “I got a whole box of those in the freezer.”
xx
Rated R
Jared opened one eye slowly, peering through the fringe of dark hair that hung over his face. He yawned and rolled onto his side, drowsing in the afternoon sun.
“You look like a big cat when you do that,” Bobby said, dropping down onto the bed beside him.
Jared hummed softly, his eye drifting shut again. “Meow,” he muttered.
Bobby snorted and reclined back on the bed. “Pretty kitty,” he said, running his hand over Jared’s dark hair. “You gonna lie in bed all day?”
“If I can,” Jared said, yawning again. “Damn heat makes me wanna sleep all the time.”
Bobby wiped at his forehead, beads of sweat gathering over his bald scalp. “This heat, it’s unreal,” he said. “I, however, have a plan to cool down. A genius plan, in fact.”
“Oh yeah?” Jared mumbled. Bobby grinned and pressed a kiss to Jared’s temple.
“Yeah, close your eyes,” he whispered, moving off the bed.
“Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, tomorrow I’ll miss you, remember I’ll always be true,” Jared sang softly, his eyes closing as Bobby requested.
Bobby returned a moment later, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He dropped a cloth beside Jared, a package in his hands. He ran one hand over Jared’s smooth back, easing him onto his stomach.
“Bobby…what are you doing?” Jared asked, opening his eyes.
“I said, close your eyes,” Bobby said, nudging him down. Jared huffed and did so, rolling his eyes mentally. “I can sense that, y’know.”
Jared grinned and pressed his face to the wrinkled pillow, the heat in the room oppressive and thick. “Sorry,” he offered in a voice that wasn’t the least bit apologetic.
Bobby ripped the paper off the package in his hand, the sound overly loud. Jared rubbed his fingertips on the sheets and slowed his breathing, relaxing into the mattress. Bobby smiled widely and leaned in, kissing a path down Jared’s spine, his lips lingering over his warm skin.
“Mm,” Jared murmured appreciatively, his skin prickling under the feel of Bobby’s lips.
Bobby brought his right hand down, an icy cold streak where his lips had been a second before. Jared yelped, arching his back away from the cold feeling. “Bobby! What the hell?”
“Lie down,” Bobby said, his tongue flicking over the cold spot on his back.
Jared made a sound in his throat, the warmth of Bobby’s tongue easing the stinging cold. “You…what was that?” he managed to say.
Bobby ran his hand over his back, a long streak that had Jared whining lowly. “Popsicle,” he said, twirling his hand, the tip of the cold treat making patterns across his skin.
Jared moaned and arched away from him. “S’cold! Too cold,” he pleaded.
Bobby licked over one spot, his tongue flicking the skin. Jared moaned again. “Stop…” he whimpered when Bobby trailed the ice lower, his breathing growing heavier.
“You don’t really want me to stop,” Bobby chuckled. He rubbed the tip along the base of Jared’s spine, his tongue following the sticky trail. Jared fisted his hands in the sheets, his face flushed.
“B-Bobby,” he gritted his teeth, his hips moving against the sheets. “Please…”
“Yeah?” Bobby asked, running his tongue over the base of Jared’s spine, passing over the dimple in his skin, drips of liquid running down his fingers and patterning onto Jared’s skin.
Jared felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, Bobby’s tongue and lips moving lower, circling him, the cold droplets wrenching more moans when they landed on his overheated skin.
“Oh…fuck…” Jared whimpered, Bobby’s tongue moving lower. He arched his back, crying out when the half melted Popsicle passed over his opening, the cold making his skin ache. Bobby licked rapidly, gathering every drop that spilled.
Jared rocked on the sheets, his mouth hanging open. He sucked in an unsteady breath, his legs widening. Bobby ran one hand over his cheek, sliding the cold wetness over his thighs before flipping him over. Jared opened his eyes, watching Bobby crunch the last of the ice in his mouth, a wide smirk on his blue lips.
“Blueberry flavored,” Bobby informed him. Jared glared halfheartedly at him. “You gonna finish what you started?” he demanded.
Bobby laughed and knelt down, his cold, so cold mouth sliding over the length of Jared’s cock, his tongue rubbing along the underside. Jared cried out, his hips lifting as Bobby worked his mouth over him. He came with a hoarse cry, droplets of sweat rolling down his cheeks, the heat in the room suffocating as his body vibrated with pleasure.
Bobby sat back on his heels, licking his lips. “Mm,” he said.
Jared struggled to catch his breath, his face heavily flushed. “I’m sweatier now cause of you and your ‘ideas’,” he said, smiling despite himself.
“No worries,” Bobby said. He leaned in and kissed Jared deeply. “I got a whole box of those in the freezer.”
xx
