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THE — giving or receiving — BLOWJOB MEME
( the brother meme to this one. )

Whether it's your characters very first time getting a blowjob, their millionth, or they're the one giving head, sometimes, you just want to play giving or getting dome. No need to wax poetic about it. Let's get down to business, ladies and gentlemen! No matter if you thread oral as foreplay, in combination with other acts, a moment of emotional connection, an awkward ender to a scene when someone comes and can't get it back up, or anything in between, this is the meme for you.

Comment with your character & your preferences. Male characters, be sure to specify whether you're down with giving or receiving, though some preferences will make that obvious. Female characters, just come as you are!
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Put those lips to good use.

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Bobby was about to respond, thinking he had a few seconds, but then he remembered the tenacity of youth, and instead of lifting his head off, Bobby adjusted, making sure all Scott experienced were his warm, soft lips around the crown of his head as he came. The TA drank him down, the action so smooth that Bobby would have to reflect later upon his taste.

After thinking of Scott earlier in the week, Bobby had wondered just how often the teen got off. From the load he was still drinking down, Bobby figured it was less than he used to. Granted, he had John to help him - and sharing a room had been the best aphrodisiac.

Given Scott's anti-social behavior, Bobby was elated at the amount he received, still sucking after Scott's body had calmed down, a hand resting on his abdomen, keeping him in place. Bobby's other hand slowly coaxed the last of his seed from him, the TA knowing full well that the aftershocks could be even more fulfilling than the climax.

Finally, when Scott began to deflate in his mouth, Bobby lowered his head, opened his mouth slowly, and let Scott's spend, red, cock fall from his lips. It landed wetly with a curve against the pale, skinny hip. Now? Bobby had no idea what to say. His tongue licked the roof of his mouth like there was peanut butter stuck to it.

Pleasure rattled up his spine and made him shake, if not for Bobby's hand on his stomach Scott might have lost all sense of where he was. In the end, he was out of breath and humming in contentment, eyes fluttering shut and enjoying the afterglow. The insides of his thighs and his hips were sticky with sweat and other fluids, the skin fever-warm, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Scott was too delirious from pleasure and the sheer kindness of the beautiful man beside him. His face was free from stress, completely relaxed, mouth slightly open as he breathed deeply.

Happy.

He was happy and that was new. Endorphins and oxytocin were wonderful things, no doubt. He tried to pour that feeling into the movement of his body and the way he reached out for Bobby, put his hands on his cheeks and pulled the man into an open-mouthed kiss. Scott could taste himself on Bobby's lips and he let out a pleased hum from his throat like a purr. Arms wrapped around the elder's neck after they pulled away to breathe and Scott nuzzled his neck.

"Thank you. That was..." Scott paused then smirked against Bobby's skin. "...not bad." He was feeling a little more like himself, a little less breakable, and hoping Bobby could catch the joke instead of thinking he was being a brat. Scott put another quick kiss on his lips before looking up at him. "Should I do that for you?"

The orgasm left him feeling lazy and heavy-limbed but Scott never had a selfish bone in his body and he wanted to show his gratitude in some way.

WIth Scott still honey-thick on his tongue, Bobby allowed himself to be brought up, kissed, and enjoyed all of it. The teen looks relaxed, more so than Bobby had ever seen him. The TA wondered if Cyclops had ever done that - gotten off - or was the fear of losing control too much to keep him from enjoying the natural functions of the body?

But those questions weren't for Bobby to ask. He wasn't a telepath or a school psychologist. He was just a guy, who had seen someone hurting, and hopefully, he'd helped.

"Not bad?" Bobby mirrored, his face aghast for a second before shifting into a grin. "I guess I'll have to try harder next time." Bobby kissed Cyclops easily, the knee between his spent cock, sure not to crush him.

Bobby smiled kindly, brushing his fingers down Scott's cheek. "You don't have to, Scott. This wasn't about what I could get from you, but what I could give you. Not everyone demands something from you. I'm fine with us showering and going to dinner."

He paused, raising an eyebrow. "But I'll do that again, if you want me to."

"Fine, I admit it was very good." The problem with Scott actually giving any time to cater to his own needs was that he really wasn't too inclined to try that when his best friend and mentors happened to be telepaths. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, more like he tried to not think about it and spare himself the embarrassment in case Jean or any other student with powers happened to be reading his minds or his emotions. But right now those kind of worried seemed very far away.

For the briefest second, it seemed like the idea of someone doing something only for his sake, without wanting anything, was foreign to Scott. He was silent for a moment too long, blinking at Bobby. And then he gave a small, slightly embarrassed smile and leaning into his touch like a cat.

"Maybe some other time then, it would be nice to repeat it." He was tired from the training and their more private session, the TA's suggestion of a shower and food was like music to his ears.

Not only that but...He had a few things to learn. Scott had always been an applied student, let it be when it came to strategy, history or other more personal areas. And if he was ever to return Bobby's attentions, he wanted to do it right then.

"Then don't be a stranger," Bobby said with a grin, finally standing up himself and peeling the rest of his uniform off. His cock was still hard, the head wide, red. But the TA didn't move forward. In fact, Bobby shifted away, to hang his uniform up in his locker.

Stretching, Bobby gave his dick a couple strokes, then shrugged. "But you may have to watch me take care of this in the shower. With you on my mind though, it won't take long." Bobby held himself against his thigh, the back of his hand hiding himself from Scott's view. It was the politest way to keep an erection out of the way when clothes weren't an option.

"So how about you lead the way to the shower, then?" Because maybe Bobby wanted to check the rest of the young leader out on the way.

Behind his visor, Scott's eyes followed every curve, every taut muscle and offered sight of skin, committing them to memory. Bobby had always been handsome and years of training had only accentuated that. He should look away, it would have been more polite but after what they have done already Scott find it amusing that now it was Bobby's turn to feel self-conscious.

"Really, Bobby." He gave him smirk, not cruel in the slightest, just an honest and amused one. "Five minutes ago you had my dick in your mouth. I don't think there are all that many barriers in our friendship at this point."

That said, Bobby was still the TA and Scott a student that respected him, so he got up as requested. His legs felt a little weak and his cheeks were still flushed but Scott straightened and tried to ignore the vulnerability that came with realizing his own nudity was very much still present. He gave Bobby one last smile and headed to the showers at a leisurely pace.

He was still growing but the new workout routines he did with the rest of the x-men, as well as his old habits, were doing him good. Scott liked to run early in the morning and before he got his powers, he also enjoyed playing baseball and all kinds of sports. So much squatting, running around and jumping left him with strong long legs and a pert butt. Turning on only one of the showers, Scott waited until the water ran warmth before looking over his shoulder at Bobby. It still didn't feel right to left him to take care of himself and Scott could admit that he wouldn't mind getting his hands on the TA.

"We could share the shower...to save water. Think about the planet."

"Oh, I could think of a few," Bobby retorted with a smirk. His eyes were kind and joking, but that didn't stop his mind from sluggishly going through options. He'd need to put a damper on that before they got back upstairs, but for now, he figured it'd be fine. Especially the one about taking Scott out into the woods for some survivalist training - Bobby figured that was something they could both enjoy.

Bobby followed Scott into the wet room, a few steps behind so he could take in every angle. Scott's lower back had the dimples, his cheeks had those slopes to the sides, but were coming along nicely. One of the great things about all their training and exercising - most of them looked pretty nice naked. Or half naked. Or fully clothed, even.

As Bobby watched Scott curiously, his bare shoulder leaned against the cool tile of the entrance, absentmindedly stroking just under the crown of his tip. "You really shouldn't pose like that, especially not with that cute expression," Bobby teased, about to step in when Scott's quick-thinking was made into words. Cocking an eyebrow, Bobby glanced down at himself then back up.

"I'm all for saving the planet," Bobby said, finally releasing himself and stepping into the showering area. He walked forward and slipped behind Scott, the heat of his shaft against the teen's thigh. "Don't mind that," he added, "just let me get a lather going and I'll take care of it." Did Scott want to watch? Help out? Bobby was trying to keep it casual, almost silly, but he was having fun feeling the situation out.

Yes, realistically speaking there were still a few things to consider about what they were doing but that a concern for another time. Scott was an expert on worries and he just didn't want to focus on them now. Bobby had told him to try and not take everything so seriously, and that was he was doing for the time being.

"I'm not cute." Scott looked forward, both to check the water temperature again and to hide the blush that was once again creeping up his cheeks. "Babies elephants are cute, I'm...ah."

He was startled for the briefest second when Bobby pressed close but relaxed soon enough. He didn't want his partner to get the wrong idea, though, he trusted the man. It was only that he hadn't heard him getting so near because of the shower.

"Sorry, my peripheric vision is awful because of the glasses. And it's...alright. I don't mind." The teen's voice was quiet when he spoke. "Just as I said I don't mind giving you hand, or anything else."

Scott usually didn't have trouble acting assertive when the situation called for it but he didn't think he had to put up a front now. Bobby could probably see through him like glass, as could most adults who actually paid attention to him for more than two minutes and ignored Scott's brash facade. He was a little nervous but he was also reluctant to leave things unfinished or get outside the locker room, where only more stress and responsibilities awaited them.

After another half second of hesitation, Scott leaned back on Bobby. Their height difference was more noticeable then but they still fit quite comfortably pressed together. He could feel the man's cock filling further and pressing against his skin and Scott gently raised his ass up against Bobby.

"Baby elephants and baby hippos," Bobby corrected, "are cute. No, you're right. You're handsome, but in a very fun way, which made it just sound less creepy to call you cute. And maybe something about you reminds me of a baby elephant. Just go with it, Summers." Scott's name came out in a bubble of laughter, a hand sliding from the teen's shoulder, down his arm, then onto his side. "Yeah, I imagine be sidling up to you wasn't the best way to do it. Lemme fix that." Bobby pulled away - knowing that when Scott had presented his rear like that...Bobby wasn't ready for that, and neither was Scott. Bobby wanted to make it nice, special. He wanted to be able to take his time so Scott would enjoy it, too. Time wasn't necessarily on their side at the moment.

Water only ran hot for so long, even with alien technology heating it.

Pivoting slowly, Bobby wound up in front of Scott, the spray of the water beading off and down their chests. Reaching out, Bobby tapped the underside of Scott's chin, to look him in the face. "I wouldn't mind a hand," Bobby replied, his own moving down Scott's chest, taking him in, enjoying the slow exploration of his body. "Just pretend it's yours," Bobby murmured, in case Scott needed any instruction. Surely even Scott went through tissues when no one was around. The TA's index finger and thumb pinched slowly at Scott's left nipple, feeling the nub get bit by his short nails.

"I concede the point about baby hippos." Not so much the other about him being handsome because, hah, sure. What a joker, Bobby.

The laughter made him smile in return, however, and Scott shifted his posture. He sure wasn't ready for anything heavy, not like he was very savvy about the logistics, but he enjoyed the friction and being close to Bobby. It spoke volumes about how starved he was for affection. That was the kind of introspection that Scott left for the privacy of his room, however. He was far too concerned with the sight before him to care. If his glasses had any advantage, it was that he didn't have to worry about water getting into his eyes. Hank had also been mindful enough to make them with an anti-fog lens which was perfect now.

"That I can do. I'm not as clueless as you think." He stared back at those damn gorgeous eyes of Bobby when his chin was lifted, determination in his tone. Scott wasn't completely oblivious, and thankfully there wasn't much one could do wrong when your companion shared your same kind of body. Only the angle was different but Scott could work with that, moving his wrist the right way after his long fingers wrapped around Bobby's length. It felt hot to the touch, velvet smooth but hardened, and Scott spread the oozing precum that pooled at the tip to help the movements.

He squawked when his nipple was pinched, before clearing his throat and trying again with a voice more his usual timbre. "Stop distracting me, Drake."

By the tone and the way Scott steps forward with a smile spreading across his pretty features, it was clear that Bobby's wandering hands didn't really bother him. It messed up his concentration, though, and Scott gave Bobby a harder tug before running the pad of his finger around the crown of his cock and over the slit of the head.

The squawk was adorable - which Bobby knew was even more ugly to tell a guy than cute - so Bobby relented, his hand coming up instead, to rest on Scott's shoulder. As soon as the teen started, Bobby knew he would need the support. "Mmyeah," Bobby managed quietly, his head slightly bowed, watching Scott manipulate him, stroke him like only a seasoned jacker could.

Bobby swallowed the dirty talk that was on the tip of his tongue. He hadn't the right to ask if Scott did that sort of thing to himself often, and thinking of who, and if once he'd never washed his hands afterward. No, instead, Bobby let his head droop a little more, the sounds of pleasure leaving his lips and arching the inch or so distance into Scott's ear.

With his left hand firmly planted, Bobby's left began to explore. He turned his hand around, slid the tops of his nails down Scott's frame so as to not leave marks. His fingers brushed through the wet, neat patch above Scott's teen cock, fingers finding the young leader easily. "Does this distract you?" Bobby asked, getting into the opposite rhythm of Scott, feeling him firm slightly in his loose grip.

"Got another load for me, Scott?"

He might not do this often since he came to the school, both because of the aforementioned telepaths friends and because he was too stressed to think about it, but muscle memory was a wonderful thing.

His left hand moved to Bobby's hip, running a finger over the 'V' crease of the adonis belt. When Scott was satisfied with the sounds Bobby was making, said hand rested on the TA's waist to help him support his own weight. They were close enough now that Scott could plant a kiss on his neck, then nibble gently at the skin.

Then Scott squirmed, breath quickening, when Bobby went back to give his cock attention. It was enough to send a rush of tingles up his belly. His fingers rubbed slowly up and down Bobby's on in retaliation, trying to coach more moans or a groan out of him.

"God, you're...!" He started hoarsely, then trailed off. It would be too complicated to put Bobby into words or how his talking affected Scott as much as his touches. "Something else.. And an ass."

He amended at the end, lips curving in a small pout and trying to regain some dignity. He was hardening again under the other mutant's hold so that was a lost cause. Scott blamed it on the hormones instead of his lack of control, for once.

The hand on Bobby's waist slid up, caressing his abs and pecs, teasing a nipple just like the other had done to him. It was that was taking up a lot of brain cells right then to concentrate but Scott was a fast learner. He'd never been ashamed of his body, though he was very aware that he was nowhere close to Bobby's level of attractiveness. But It was nice to be allowed to explore the bare flesh and the strong muscles.

Watching Bobby's face carefully to figure out what he liked best, Scott ran the pads of his fingers up and down his shaft and then sped up the pace. He wanted to explore a lot more but Bobby had been holding on for a while, it probably shouldn't take him long to come. They also didn't have a lot of time before the water started to run cold.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Scott sasses but his words are like a whimper, and he thinks he could crumble under Bobby’s touch at any given moment.

"Ass?" Bobby asked, the hand steadying himself of Scott's shoulder fell away, down, cupping the teen's right cheek, giving it a squeeze. It didn't stay there long, Bobby just wanting to feel it before they left. It was soft, but strong. He was sure it could take a pounding.

Once Scott began to experiment, Bobby met his various touches with soft sighs of approval to huffs of surprise. Boys just knew what to do, Bobby stealing some of the teen's moves to use on him, too. It stood to reason that Scott would like it too.

Just having his hands on Scott's body was creeping Bobby closer to the edge. His hand spread wide across the teen's chest, sliding down his hard stomach, index finger unable to stop from flicking at his navel. Leaning in, Bobby placed just a tiny peck close to Scott's ear.

"I'm close, Scott. I'm close and I want to suck you off again. In the shower." Bobby's hand tightened on Scott's wet, bare shoulder. His body tightened, the words coming out in a rush. "Faster. Scott, please!" Already Bobby felt himself reach the tipping point.

"But a smartass." Scott complained faintly, just for form’s sake, and then gave the older man a smirk. His thought got sidetracked after that because, oh hello, Bobby's hand was in his ass and Scott 's breath hitched. That didn't feel half bad, only unexpected, and it was gone almost too soon.

The TA' hands were running up and down his skin like he couldn't decide where he wanted to touch most, and it just dawned on Scott that Bobby might really like his body and wasn't just being nice about it. He should have had that revelation sooner but when it came to intimacy, he was terrible at it.

Scott gasped, trembling a little as Bobby swirled his finger on the outline of his bellybutton and then dipped a finger in. He heard a needy whine and it took him a second to realize it was him making that sound, how embarrassing.

"Y-yes. Anything you want." He choked back a cry at the combination of the sensations and the warm water falling on them.

Focusing, Scott complied with Bobby's demands, the movement of his hands a little rougher with a firm touch. He relished the way the other man's stomach tensed before he groaned, hips stuttering forward and voice low. It sounded eager and hungry to Scott's ears, and he tried not to think about other situations where he could get those sounds out. He made a point of moving closer to Bobby as he climaxed. Cum spilled over Scott's hand and splattered his flat stomach and navel on purpose. The water would soon wash it off but it was an interesting view for Bobby to see while it lasted.

Scott's blind agreement would ake Bobby think later on. He knew he had to be careful, and that him being in a position of quasi-authority could be an issue, but there were barely two years between them. The school didn't even work like normal schools. When part of your grade was to not blow everything up (or in some cases to blow everything up), it was hard to put an actual class name to what they were.

Still, Bobby needed to be careful, and keep what was happening fun, or people could get hurt.

But those thoughts were for later, not in the shower, watching himself paint Scott's belly and navel with his seed. "Oh, God," Bobby moaned, the rush of the climax and the sight before him would definitely be used for round two in his bedroom. His hand left Scott's cock, turning the faucet off. He did not want the water to wash that away.

Bobby let Scott work him through his climax, only stopping as the vinegar strokes kicked in, hips easing away until his flaccid member fell from Scott's hand. With his legs going wobbly on him, Bobby took that as an excuse to grip Peter by the hips and slump down to his knees.

If Scott could give him a show, Bobby had the right, too. With his face pointed upward, his tongue curled out between his lips. Its first stop was Scott's belly button, lifting his seed from the tiny reservoir and tucking it back into his mouth. The next trip, his tongue made a swath over the teen's abdomen, collecting the majority of what was left. Taking Scott into his mouth, Bobby's tongue rolled over Scott's length, coating it, until finally, he sucked, cleaning his own juices off the teen's member.

Scott had made a happy sound in the back of his throat at Bobby's reaction after his orgasm, then whined when he suddenly pulled away. Soon enough he needed to rest one of his hands on the nearby wall of the shower to stop his legs from buckling at the view.

"Bobby, jesus...t-that's...” Messy and dirty and so very hot that Scott was left speechless. He gasped at the sudden warmth enveloping his cock before he groaned deeply. Breathy moans escaped his lips every time Bobby dragged his tongue along the slit of the head or squeezed his base just a bit harder than the rest of his length. Everything seemed so surreal and still amazing that Scott wasn't sure he could ever get enough of any of it.

Without giving it much thought, he scooped what was left of the cum off his stomach with a finger, bringing it to his mouth and giving it an experimental lick. He wrinkled his nose rather cutesy at the salty taste that hit the tip of his tongue.

"It's bitter..." Scott said with a confused little frown and a small voice. He wasn't put off or disgusted but this was definitely an acquired taste. How Bobby seemed to not have a problem with the taste was in itself amazing to him.

Bobby, always a watcher, witnessed Scott tasting his cum. The view was so erotic that Bobby felt himself pop another boner. He knew it'd recede eventually, saved for later with that image still fresh in his mind. At Scott's implication, Bobby pulled off his cock, stroking him tightly, quickly.

"I'll eat more pineapple. Fruits in general. How about you do the same Captain Salty Jizz?" It was now a nickname that Bobby would have to work hard to forget because it fit Cyclops so nicely. Instead, Bobby pressed his free hand into Scott's stomach, his head dipping down to quickly bob down the full length of the teen's cock.

He could feel the pressure mounting, feel Scott thicken. A quick change of thought had Bobby's mouth off the teen prick. "Finish," Bobby instructed, his hands going to Scott's thighs, spreading them slightly, letting his mouth, tongue, and teeth explore the other's sac. What did Bobby care where Scott finished? They were in a shower.

The breath that Scott sucked in after Bobby's hold on him tightened sounded way too desperate to his own ears.

"Please, don't say that out loud ever again." Scott's head was bowed forward, a flush visible on the high cheeks as he ran a hand through his wet hair. It's not as if he knew that what he ate would affect how he tasted, Scott thought with a frown. He was equally mortified and aggravated, with embarrassment winning over the other emotion. "Not one gave me a 101 book on blowjobs: downsides and upsides."

The 'upsides' were pretty obvious to Scott now, more so when Bobby petted his belly and sucked him from root to tip and back down. Scott made a noise in the back of his throat, hips twitching forward when Bobby's hand wandered, only to be followed by a wet mouth mouth. And suddently it was all a little too much.

A sharp cry escaped him and then he broke it off into tiny, open-mouthed moans, hips rocking in helpless little rolls forward. His body went tense before moaning out with the flick of Bobby’s tongue that has him come with a loud unintelligible cry, pulsing around the man's mouth and hand. After the pressure had swelled and peaked Scott was left a shaking mess, boneless and sated. He tried not to think about how Bobby had practically made him come on command. When the roaring of his blood and pounding of his heart finally subsided he glanced down at the TA, eyes glassy behind the sunglasses, and gave the man a tired smile.

"That was good."

Bobby looked up at Scott, surprised that he'd climaxed without a single stroke of his own. The TA tried not to let that go to his head. He knew he was exposing Scott to a lot of new things, and the things that triggered him so quickly now would be little more than foreplay later, if the young leader wanted to continue.

Still, Bobby smiled, feeling a little prideful, and rose. He brushed their flagging cocks together, pulling Scott against him and helping him keep his footing. "Wait until I make you come three times," Bobby chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "But that'll be next time, if you're up for it." Bobby watched Scott's face, a thumb coming up to pull gently at his bottom lip.

"And I didn't tell you that to make you angry. But if you want your jizz to be sweeter, eat more fruit. Strawberries and pineapple primarily. It gets it's saltiness from things like red meat. You know how I never pass up a burger. And it's not just for me, but for anyone you happen to...let that close."

Bobby suddenly tightened the hug, their bodies pressed together, but the feeling wasn't sexual. He knew that Scott had shared much more with him than he ever would with anyone else. The TA realized he'd taken some things from him, and given some things to him.

"Now," Bobby said, loosening his grip. "A real shower then dinner. Glad Iw as able to help work that kink out of your muscle." Bobby reached behind Scott and turned the water on, this time much colder than before. They really didn't have the time for a third round, unfortunately.

"Promises, promises..." A small scoff escaped Scott and then he chuckled at the offer. It was a very pleasant idea for another day, now he was too drained to even imagine how that would be. He blew a happy sigh out of his lips and leaned against Bobby, pink tongue darting out to lick the underbelly of his thumb before purring a reply.

"I'll remember that." He wasn't really angry but some indignation couldn't be helped. Now, however, Scott felt rather at peace with the world. Bobby's protective hug was different than all the others they had shared tonight. Sweeter, softer. It went without saying that Scott wasn't doing anything this intimate with anyone else, and so he didn't bother pointing it out but he did wrap his arms around the other man to return the hug.

"Yes, that was...a lot of help. And not just about the tension in my muscles. I mean it, Bobby." When they pulled apart, Scott was smiling. The sex had been wonderful but he had also felt cared for and liked, which was almost better. A shower, food and rest was a perfect way to end the day.

[ooc: We could end it here? Seems like a natural way to finish it. It was a really entertaining thread, feel free to pm if you ever want to do anything with them again o7]

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