20 Think I Got This

Richie finally let Jon's hand slip from his, hoping he was right in guessing what Jon was about to do.

Slowly he felt Jon's hand wrap around his cock, he groaned and Jon started stroking him.

He had been waiting a long time to get to this, he lightly bucked into Jon's hand as Jon started grinding against his ass. Richie relaxed more and leaned his head back, still groaning, feeling Jon stroke his cock and grind his own against his ass.

"Wanna turn around now?"
"I might." Richie said but didn't turn and thrusted into Jon's had, looking for more friction.
""Just turn over already." Jon said slightly annoyed because Richie wouldn't wouldn't turn around earlier either.

Richie finally turned over and pulled Jon tight against him, crushing their mouths together. Jon didn't expect it but kissed him back anyway and Richie started grinding their cocks together.

"No."

Richie stilled instantly.

"Now will you lay down?" Jon asked.
"I am laying down." Richie pointed out.
"On your back would be easier."

Richie raised a brow but did it anyway and laid on his back.

"What?"
"I'm just doing what you're asking."
"Didn't ask you to look confused." Jon said, wondering why he was confused, was this alright?
"I'm curious is all."
"Of course." Jon realized.

He reached over and pushed Richie's legs apart and moved to sit between them. Richie was more than happy to spread his legs for Jon, wondering how far Jon would take this.

"Don't get mad, okay?" Jon asked unsure.
Richie hesitated. "Okay?"
"And don’t blame yourself or whatever." Jon added.
"For what?"
"Whatever."
Richie only gave him a very confused look.
Jon sighed. "Just don’t blame yourself, yet again, for whatever happens next."
It didn't clear anything up for Richie, he was still confused. "I'll try not to."
"Great." Jon said and started stroking him again.

Richie liked it and started groaning again. Carefully Jon leaned in but kept on stroking, Richie watched him lean in even further and starting to get hesitant. He tried to keep still, not wanting to scare him off but Jon pulled back anyway.

"How?"
"Try to do to me, what you like being done to you." Richie said, making it sound very simple.
"But how do I start?"
"Just." Richie tried to think coherently. "Go with what you think is right."
"Okay." Jon leaned back in.

Richie watched him again, seeing how Jon was unsure of what he was doing but leaned in so his lips were against his dick. Richie had to bite his lip to keep his groan in. Slowly Jon's mouth opened and took him in. Unable to hold his groan any longer, Richie let is go and fought to not thrust into Jon's mouth.

Jon tried to suck, being unhandy about it. Richie didn't care, he loved the feeling of Jon around him and couldn't hold back a small thrust. Trying to make up for his unhandiness, Jon added some licking, still trying to suck too.

Richie's fingers twined in Jon's hair and groaned his name, thinking how well Jon was doing for the first time. Especially when Jon started sucking even harder, he started getting close.

"Jon..." He tried to warn him.

Jon pulled in time to watch Richie come, he smiled and was quite pleased with himself.

"Guess that wasn't half bad?" Jon asked.

Richie chuckled a bit breathlessly. "I'd say that was great."
"Really?" Jon asked hopeful.
"The evidence is all right here." Richie indicated the mess.
"Should clean that up then."
"Probably." Richie agreed but made no effort to do so.

Instead Jon got up from to bed and went to get a wash cloth. When he returned he sat back on the bed and gently cleaned Richie up.

"We should get ready." Jon said when he finished and got up again.
"Do we have to?" Richie instantly pouted.
"Yes we do."
"I don't wanna." He pulled out his best acting skills and acted like a child.
"Well too bad, get up."
"Ugh fine." But still made no attempt to move.
"Come on, be a good bay, or no more blow jobs for you."

Richie almost move as fast as lightening and got out of bed.

"Thought so."

Jon put his boxers on and went to Richie's closet while Richie put on a pair of pants.

"Where's that shirt I got you?" Jon asked from inside the closet.
"Which one?"
"The batman one."
"Should be on the left side." Richie tried to help him.
"Okay."

Jon found it and handed it over to Richie.

"Thanks." Richie said and pulled it on.

Jon walked over to the bag of clothes he brought and unzipped it.

"You could just take mine, you know." Richie kinda wanted him to.
"Yours?"
"Why not?"
"Your shirt?" Jon asked to be sure.
"Yeah."
"What if somebody noticed."
"Does it matter that much? Friends borrow things anyway." Richie said.

"Yeah I guess. Which shirt?"

Richie went in his closet and looked for one, having found one he handed Jon a sexy blue one.

"Blue?"
"I’m pretty sure it is yes. It’s good on you."
"Okay." Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Are you going to tell me which jeans too?"
"I can try. Mine are bigger than yours."
"I brought two pair." Jon offered.
"Have they been washed recently?" Richie joked, knowing Jon's habits.
Jon actually had to think about it. "Uhm, don’t think so but they’re not dirty."
Richie laughed. "I’ll look through what might fit you, but get dressed anyway."
"How am I supposed to get dressed if you’re gonna get something for me to wear?" Jon asked him.
"Get dressed in what you have incase I don’t find some for you."
"I can do that."

Jon pulled a pair of jeans from his bag and get dressed, at the bottom of his bag he found some socks to put on too.

"Are you ready yet?

Richie didn't find pants for Jon and got dressed himself.

"I'm always ready."

"Lets go then."  Jon said, looking at his watch.
"If we must." Richie sighed.
"We must, come on, if you're good, I'll let you play guitar during sound check too."
"Really?" Richie sounded honestly hopeful.
"Yeah but then you'd have to come with me, you know."
"I'm good with that."
"Then hurry up. Fuck man." Jon complained, since when did it take so long to get ready?
"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm yourself."

They walked downstairs and Jon waited by the front door while Richie got his wallet and car keys.

"Ready?"