Chapter Nine
Ronan
Time passed us by quicker than I’d ever thought possible. Soon, the heat of summer had waned, giving way to frosty mornings and crisp leaves.
Darragh, Ma and I had settled into this new chapter of our lives in Appleby.
Ma found herself tied up caring for her wee pal, whilst Darragh and I had sourced ourselves a tipper truck.
We set about gathering scrap metal from around town to weigh in for money.
Our days were spent trawling the streets of Appleby and the surrounding towns in search of anything worth picking up.
It wasn’t glamorous work, but it was all we knew.
To my delight, John-Francis had become a regular face around our place.
Declan’s wee buffer girl had seemingly moved in with him, though she kept herself to herself, and as a result we rarely saw him.
I couldn’t bring myself to be disappointed by that – the less time John-Francis spent with Declan, the more he was able to spend with me.
It made me happier than I’d ever been waking up beside him almost every morning.
If it was early enough, we’d get to mess around together before making our way over to meet up with Ma and Darragh for breakfast. I was certain my absence had been noticed by my family, but no one said a word, keeping my secrets just as they always did.
Except now they weren’t just my secrets.
Ma had well and truly taken John-Francis under her wing and though he made a show of being indifferent, I knew it meant a lot to him. John-Francis had been in need of a mother for a long time, and it seemed mine had been all too eager to step up and fill that emptiness.
When the weather turned colder still, bringing in heavy snow, John-Francis and Declan’s wee landscaping business all but dried up.
It was an occupational hazard I supposed, depending on work that required decent weather, but it became apparent that they’d long since figured out a way to make money in the colder months.
I hadn’t been surprised when John-Francis had come to me with his plans to shoplift a local store.
It was a quick and relatively easy way to make a load of money, and whilst I’d never taken part in a bigger operation like the ones John-Francis and Declan had, I was no stranger to the five-finger discount.
My offers to help had been declined and I hadn’t pushed him on it. John-Francis had made it clear he knew what he was doing and whilst I could admit I worried about him every time he went out with Declan and some of the other fellas, I had faith in his abilities.
Before long, he was making money at a startling rate. Darragh and I often lamented our own choices in profession, but there was certainly something to be said for a lower, more steady flow of cash. John-Francis’s wee enterprise was volatile and dangerous to say the least.
To everyone’s surprise, Declan’s girl, Tess, started to join them on their excursions.
It turned out she was a great asset to them, often acting as a lookout or a distraction for the others to get in and out undetected.
I didn’t much like settled folk, but if Tess was helping to keep John-Francis out of trouble that made her alright by me.
Months later, spring had sprung and it was on one cool morning that I woke up to John-Francis’s hands all over me. I smiled, rubbing my eyes as I came to, whilst he disappeared beneath the covers and kissed his way down my body. It was always a good day whenever it started out like this.
“Mornin’,” I said, voice coarse from sleep. A shudder rippled through me, and I spread my thighs to allow John-Francis to lay between them. He didn’t respond outside of a low hum before sucking my cock between his lips, already stiff in anticipation.
A ragged moan escaped me, and I lifted my hips up eagerly. John-Francis had long since figured me out and when he began stroking his hands up and down my thighs, intermittently teasing my balls, I tensed up.
I was hot, skin clammy, and I pushed the sheets off, exposing John-Francis beneath them. As we made eye contact, I groaned, reaching down to stroke my hand through his hair. It was getting longer on top, and I loved the way he brushed it back when it fell into his eyes.
It wasn’t long until I was panting and rocking my hips up into John-Francis in a silent bid for more. Both of us knew what I needed, but when John-Francis continued to tease me, I realised he wasn’t planning on giving it to me. Not unless I asked him.
“Jaysus, that’s too good,” I gasped. “Feck me?”
John-Francis kept his mouth on me, unresponsive outside of the wicked glint that was in his eye. Fuck, he wasn’t going to make this easy, was he?
“Or at least put y’feckin’ fingers in, like,” I murmured, rolling my hips. “I’m feckin’ dyin’ here.”
Still nothing. John-Francis continued on undeterred and just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, my head fell back against the bed with a moan.
“Please?” I rasped.
I almost laughed when John-Francis eased away, clambering back up my body until he was leaning over me. He was sporting that shit-eating grin that set my pulse racing.
“See, manners cost nothin’, aye?”
“C’mere, y’feckin’ prick,” I laughed breathlessly, yanking him down into a kiss, glad when he didn’t fight me.
It seemed inconceivable that there had once been a time that John-Francis had resisted this part of our relationship.
He kissed me hungrily, like he’d never get enough of it, and it drove me crazy.
My hands found his cock, stroking his length and enjoying the low, rumbling moan that earnt me.
“Y’want it too, like?” I muttered between kisses. “Y’gonna stick it in me?”
John-Francis’s hand found my throat, holding me still as he delved his tongue into my mouth.
“Depends, now,” he replied, voice gravelly with desire. “Y’gonna ask me nicely?”
“God, y’feckin’ wind me up,” I laughed.
“Mm, that doesn’t sound like somethin’ a good boy’d say, eh?”
Fuck, he wasn’t going to let up on this. I should have been irritated by it, embarrassed to be called a ‘good boy’ like some sort of wee pet, and perhaps I would be once this was all over, but in the heat of the moment? It was hot as fuck.
“Please?” I sighed into his mouth, a shiver ripping through me when I felt his lips curve into a sinful smile.
Still attached at the mouth, John-Francis released his hold on my neck and reached over, fumbling around blindly as he hunted down the bottle of lube that was still amongst the sheets from the last time we’d used it. We’d be needing stocks in the stuff the rate we were going.
With lube in hand, John-Francis peeled me away, slicking up his length before reaching between my legs to massage my hole with the remainder of the lube.
Even that small touch had my cock pulsing and I snatched my lip between my teeth.
I’d always enjoyed anal, but with John-Francis I was fucking wild for it.
When John-Francis settled himself between my legs, pressing his cock against my ring, I opened up to him, relaxing and preparing for him entering me.
He pushed ahead, both of us moaning as his cock slid steadily inside.
John-Francis eased his weight down into his elbows, bringing our bodies together.
I eagerly wrapped my legs over his and my arms around his neck, dragging him down until we were completely entwined.
Things started slow – John-Francis barely moving as we kissed passionately, but soon both of us grew too impatient.
Our pace remained steady, almost lazy, and with each deep thrust of John-Francis inside me, I felt my pleasure building.
It was intense, completely natural, and dare I say it, romantic.
We were sweating, our bodies wet and sticky where we pressed against one another, as John-Francis drove his cock into me with greater and greater enthusiasm. We didn’t speak outside of low moans and the occasional string of profanities.
I needed more. It felt great, but it wasn’t going to get me over the line and when I attempted to get my hand between our bodies, John-Francis backed off to sit on his haunches.
I watched him grab the lube and squirt a small amount into his hand before slathering it over my cock.
Even just that simple touch had me jerking up off the bed with a groan.
“That’s good, aye?” John-Francis asked, pumping his hand up and down vigorously. My pleasure skyrocketed and combined with the steady, deep thrusts I felt myself coming undone.
“F-feck,” I spluttered, head falling back against the bed. “God, feck, that’s gonna make me come.”
“Go on,” John-Francis all but purred. “Show me. Y’gonna shoot f’me?”
It was too much to handle and when I tensed up, sucking in a breath, he knew he had me on the ropes.
John-Francis’s hand flew up and down my cock with determination and I gritted my teeth, screwing my eyes shut as my climax exploded.
It was a lot, and I flinched as I felt my own cum splash against my chest, some even reaching my jaw and cheek.
“That’s it,” John-Francis breathed, stroking me until there was nothing left and I was a trembling mess beneath him. “That’s so feckin’ hot, like.”
As my overstimulation hit, he released me and fell down atop me, uncaring when my cum squelched between us. With his patience at its limit, John-Francis nailed me hard and fast. It felt incredible and he leant in, sucking and licking the cum from my face and down over my jaw.
When I gazed up at him, I noticed his hair had fallen into his face and I reached up, smoothing it back.
God, he was fucking hot as all hell – such a good-looking lad.
My heart leapt in my chest, and I dragged him in for a passionate kiss, hoping to convey all the feelings that were bursting inside me.
John-Francis kissed me back with enthusiasm, groaning as he pushed himself past the point of no return.
“Feckin’ love ya,” I gasped between kisses.