Earthbound :: The Green Grass of Winters
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grapegardenIt's been a rough day, so I won't be posting the entire story right away... but yesh. Here's the beginning.
Title: The Green Grass of Winters
Author: Shamanic Shaymin/Jeansama
Fandom: Earthbound/Mother 2
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, graphic sex, masturbation, angst, rape.
Ships/Characters: Jeff/Tony
Finished?: No
((Jean = Jeff
Puri = Tony))
Title: The Green Grass of Winters
Author: Shamanic Shaymin/Jeansama
Fandom: Earthbound/Mother 2
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, graphic sex, masturbation, angst, rape.
Ships/Characters: Jeff/Tony
Finished?: No
((Jean = Jeff
Puri = Tony))
The Green Grass of Winters
A heavy snow was falling outside of the window, curtains drawn and lights out—it was late at night in Snow Wood Boarding School. Jeff's cheeks were a soft blush as he waited... it had been a long time since Tony had settled back in his bed. He always waited until Tony had gotten up for a drink of water... if he never did, Jeff wouldn't do it. Just in case. Ignorable guilt tickled his skin as his hand finally descended, slipping past thin pajama pants to stroke his hardness. It was kind of funny, how he subconsciously thought of Tony as he touched himself—probably induced by the constant threat of him waking.
Breathing a peaceful sigh, Tony turned in his sleep.
Jeff bit his lip... it didn't take him long to excite himself, the allure of being caught by his best friend all too real, making the act even more forbidden. A small gasp pushed at his lips as he picked up the pace, turning his head into the pillow. Why did he have to do this? Tony... was right there. Wasn't that kind of inconsiderate? Why did he always think about Tony?
What was that? Tony blinked, waking up. It was such a nice dream... He closed his eyes, hoping he could re-enter it. No such luck. Why did the best dreams keep getting away from him like this? The red-head pressed his face to the pillow, sleep still eluding him
Jeff tried to be quiet—really, he did, but being human sometimes wasn't an easy task. Breathing heavy, he tugged the band of his pants down under the sheets, moaning softly into his pillow as freeing himself made pumping his fist less awkward. Tony... don't wake up, he pleaded. Tony…
Tony heard the sound. Was Jeff hurt? The redhead turned on his side, his vision still blurred with slumber. He narrowed his shamrock-green eyes; Jeff appeared okay, he... nono... it wasn't what he thought it was. It wasn't. Still Tony was definitely awake, but he didn't dare budge... nor dare look away.
Jeff’s eyes clenched shut, mouth agape in pants he tried desperately to keep quiet as his movements became more intense. His body shuddered, lips trembling with his breaths as he gasped again, oblivious to the world around him. So close...!
He shouldn't be watching. He really shouldn't be watching. Oooh, Tony. You're so dirty... this made him flush, trying to swallow his gasps as his eyes further widened. Th-This was wrong... Jeff needed to be alone. He'd be so hurt if he knew...!
But Jeff couldn't have seen that even if he was looking. Hand moving frantically now, he bit back sounds of pleasure, finally letting a silky groan slip past his lips as he came, face red. Unfocused eyes looked over at the form he assumed was sleeping, half-lidded and tired. Often he would imagine him waking up. It didn't take Jeff long to fall asleep like that, an arm draping over the side of the bed.
Pangs struck him in the heart as Jeff voiced his pleasure. He sounds... so beautiful... Tony buried his face in the pillow, ashamed. Not of Jeff, but himself—his own blushing was a scourge on his cheeks. He did a horrible, horrible thing... Jeff wouldn't forgive him. Never. He wanted to cry, but the tears never came, only worry... images replayed in his mind with a flutter of pleasure before he mentally whipped himself. I'm sorry Jeff. So sorry...
Breathing a peaceful sigh, Tony turned in his sleep.
Jeff bit his lip... it didn't take him long to excite himself, the allure of being caught by his best friend all too real, making the act even more forbidden. A small gasp pushed at his lips as he picked up the pace, turning his head into the pillow. Why did he have to do this? Tony... was right there. Wasn't that kind of inconsiderate? Why did he always think about Tony?
What was that? Tony blinked, waking up. It was such a nice dream... He closed his eyes, hoping he could re-enter it. No such luck. Why did the best dreams keep getting away from him like this? The red-head pressed his face to the pillow, sleep still eluding him
Jeff tried to be quiet—really, he did, but being human sometimes wasn't an easy task. Breathing heavy, he tugged the band of his pants down under the sheets, moaning softly into his pillow as freeing himself made pumping his fist less awkward. Tony... don't wake up, he pleaded. Tony…
Tony heard the sound. Was Jeff hurt? The redhead turned on his side, his vision still blurred with slumber. He narrowed his shamrock-green eyes; Jeff appeared okay, he... nono... it wasn't what he thought it was. It wasn't. Still Tony was definitely awake, but he didn't dare budge... nor dare look away.
Jeff’s eyes clenched shut, mouth agape in pants he tried desperately to keep quiet as his movements became more intense. His body shuddered, lips trembling with his breaths as he gasped again, oblivious to the world around him. So close...!
He shouldn't be watching. He really shouldn't be watching. Oooh, Tony. You're so dirty... this made him flush, trying to swallow his gasps as his eyes further widened. Th-This was wrong... Jeff needed to be alone. He'd be so hurt if he knew...!
But Jeff couldn't have seen that even if he was looking. Hand moving frantically now, he bit back sounds of pleasure, finally letting a silky groan slip past his lips as he came, face red. Unfocused eyes looked over at the form he assumed was sleeping, half-lidded and tired. Often he would imagine him waking up. It didn't take Jeff long to fall asleep like that, an arm draping over the side of the bed.
Pangs struck him in the heart as Jeff voiced his pleasure. He sounds... so beautiful... Tony buried his face in the pillow, ashamed. Not of Jeff, but himself—his own blushing was a scourge on his cheeks. He did a horrible, horrible thing... Jeff wouldn't forgive him. Never. He wanted to cry, but the tears never came, only worry... images replayed in his mind with a flutter of pleasure before he mentally whipped himself. I'm sorry Jeff. So sorry...
