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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      AFI
  Relationship:
      Davey_Havok/Jade_Puget
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, horse_camp_javeys!, in_which_Davey
      is_still_stupidly_insecure_about_everything_always
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-24 Words: 3433
****** Swimming Pools are not Punk Rock ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     [Horse Camp Universe] Jade comes over to Davey’s house after his
     riding lesson, and they ‘go swimming.’
Notes
     As I promised, here’s a short PWP from the horse camp universe. I was
     anxious about it being completely and utterly plotless (even though
     it’s a PWP) but it was subtly proposed to me that there aren’t enough
     swimming pool centered stories on the archive. Which is a lie, but a
     prompt, and I can’t resist a prompt! I also think that Horse Camp
     Davey managed to get somehow lamer and stupider in the gap between
     these two stories. I hope you still like him.
Davey and Jade had been seeing each other for five months already, and Davey
still hadn’t gotten used to the whole thing. Every time Jade skated to his
house, every time they met at the Mexican restaurant on Orange Grove for
horchata, every kiss and every brush of Jade’s sure and warm palm against the
inside of Davey’s thigh...every one seemed like the first one. Davey was
shocked to find that the excitement of being Jade’s boyfriend, or whatever he
was, had yet to wear off.
This had its perks (being painfully turned on more often than not, feeling his
chest swell to near bursting joy all the time, etc.) but it also had its
downfalls. The primary downfall being that Davey was still fucking nervous
every time he saw Jade. He was currently sitting in his own kitchen on a
barstool at the shiny, white, pristine counter with his laptop in front of him,
while he mindlessly clicked through websites. He must have checked his email
three times in the last minute, and not retained a single ounce of information
from his endeavor. Instead he was bouncing his foot, eyes glued on the screen
as he pretended he was very engrossed in whatever he was doing, when in reality
he was actually very engrossed in waiting for Jade to come over.
The anticipation was near unbearable. Jade said he would drive to Davey’s after
his jumping lesson at the stables on New York drive, which meant he’d be on the
doorstep within the hour. A whole hour for Davey to stress and freak out and
get generally nauseous over the prospect of Jade’s arrival. When he got here,
things would be fine. It was just this awful waiting that killed Davey. Plus,
Jade was usually late, because he stayed late after his lesson to hose Willa
off and groom her and feed her and all the other shit people did when they
really cared about their horses.
So he stared at his desktop background, which was a picture of Morrissey in a
Youth of Today tee shirt that made him ecstatic every time he looked at it.
Then he opened an internet explorer window, because he figured it was a bad
idea to look at anything that caused euphoria, because he couldn’t handle any
more anxiety added to that which was already roiling in his gut every time he
pictured Jade standing in the door frame all perfect and scrubbed clean and
newly showered after his lesson, hair darker now that it was January and there
wasn’t as much sun to bleach it.
Davey almost vaulted off his seat when the doorbell rang. Jade was here. He
stumbled through the kitchen and to the foyer, unnecessarily smoothing his
hair, which was was no longer overgrown and stupid, and instead a neat crew cut
in back with a devil lock in the front, which he took great joy and pride in
cultivating. Regardless, he snuck a critical look at himself in the hallway
mirror on his way to the door, making sure his devil lock was gelled to
perfection. Then he threw the door open, trying to appear nonchalant.
To his surprise, Jade was not the clean and put together image he expected, but
instead he was flushed and dirty, tracking mud all over Davey’s mom’s petunia
garden and perfectly pruned lawn. “Hi,” Davey said stupidly, staring at Jade’s
unlaced paddock boots, his riding gloves and crop poking out of the helmet he
had clasped around his elbow. Jade kicked off his boots before he stepped
inside, dropped the shit he was carrying.
“Is your mom home?” he asked.
“Uh, no...?” Davey answered, completely enslaved by the nervous, cornered-
rodent fastness of his heart and sloshing of his stomach. Still. Five months,
and still he was a basket case.
“Good,” Jade said, pushing in and pinning Davey to the wall, grip biting into
his bony shoulders as he kissed him long and hard, like he’d forgotten the show
they went to on Saturday and hadn’t seen him in months. Davey melted lamely
into it, not caring that Jade smelled like horses and sweat and that his dirty
body was all up in his mom’s anally clean house. Mrs. Marchand may have been a
horse person, but she was impeccably clean in her home, and Davey was going to
get endless flack for letting Jade in when he was this dirty, but whatever. The
kiss was knee buckling, so Davey could stand his future punishment, whatever it
may be.
Jade pulled away breathless, eyes heavy and dark as he regarded Davey silently.
“Why are you still wearing your riding stuff?” Davey asked, just to break that
stomach turningly intense silence.
“Oh, I was running late so I didn’t go home to shower...mind if I use yours?”
Jade drawled, letting go of Davey in favor of trumping into the kitchen and
opening all the cupboards until he found what he wanted and grabbed a box of
crackers. Then he climbed onto the counter and started munching, looking at
Davey with one brow raised.
“It’s so weird to see you at home. You’re all dark and shit and everything else
is all white.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment...?”
“You should. Mmm, these chips are delicious. I was so fucking hungry, dude,”
Jade said through a mouthful of crumbs. Davey stood in the center of the
kitchen trying hard not to obsess about the trail of dust Jade tracked on the
tile and was currently settling around him on the counter like a black halo.
Still used to seeing Jade in the tank tops and wife beaters he wore all summer,
Davey thought he looked strange in his zipped up grey Bane sweatshirt. Strange,
but impossible hot. Davey wished he was sitting on something, so he could shove
his hands under his ass to keep himself from touching Jade and interrupting his
cracker consumption.
“How was your lesson?” Davey asked.
“Meh, it was alright. Willa gets all spooky when the weather gets cooler...she
kept on flipping out in this one corner of the arena. Other than that, pretty
routine. What about you? How was school?” Jade said the last part with a
snicker. He was still on his Christmas break until the end of the week, but
Davey’s classes started up on Monday, meaning he’d been in school two miserable
days already.
“Stupid,” he grumbled, and Jade laughed, sliding off the counter and ruffling
Davey’s hair, kissing his temple with sweat-salty lips. It was at that moment
that Jade spied Davey’s backyard through the sliding glass door.
“Forget it, I’m not showering,” he announced.
Davey pulled away, ready to be firm for once. “What!? Jade, dude, you smell
like manure. You are showering, if you want to get laid.”
“Uh, I know from experience you’ll fuck me no matter how bad I smell, so that’s
a hollow threat there, buddy boy.” Jade scoffed, flicking Davey affectionately
on the chest and smirking.
Jade had a point, so Davey reframed his argument. “Then, you better shower if
you don’t want my mom killing me when she gets home.”
“I’ll get clean, just not in the shower,” Jade assured him, already unzipping
his hoodie and taking off his shirt. He’d lost so many freckles and tan during
the winter, and now he was even more violently pale than he’d been when Davey
met him, so white it hurt to look at. Davey’s breath caught in his throat as
Jade unbuckled and stepped out of his johdpurs, letting them slither to a dark
heap on the ground with his shirt and socks.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going swimming,” Jade declared, pointing to Davey’s infinity pool,
glinting dark and sinister and probably fucking cold in the backyard.
“What? Jade it’s January. You’ll freeze.”
“Says who, rich boy? I’ve swam in plenty of creeks and lakes and frozen
snowmelt. The lake at camp is colder than this. I think I can handle your
heated swimming pool. I mean, it’s southern California Dave. January here is
like spring everywhere else.” And with that, Jade had streaked across the
kitchen, dining room, and was now naked in Davey’s suburban backyard, toeing
the water carefully and looking impossibly pale and gangly but somehow
beautiful.
Davey didn’t want Jade naked in his backyard. He wanted him naked in his bed,
maybe, but not his backyard. What if the neighbors saw, or worse, what if
Davey’s mom came home? She wasn’t due back for hours, sure, but still. The mere
prospect of such horror was enough to have Davey rushing out, ready to yank
Jade back in the house and into the shower so they could do more interesting
things.
He stood paralyzed instead, watching Jade do a catapulting flip into the pool,
breaking its placid blue surface into a chaotic splash, which splattered over
the infinity edge and into the trough below it that caught the overflow. In a
flash, Davey was outside, standing on the edge of the pool ready to plead with
Jade to stop being stupid, but he had little time to say anything, because the
second Jade surfaced at the edge, he looked at Davey, noted he was barefoot,
and proceeded to grab his ankles and pull his skinny, fully clothed body into
the pool after him.
Davey was probably drowning, but he didn’t care because the shocking cold of
everything superseded all other thoughts that might have crossed his mind. He
thrashed to the surface, looking for all the world like a cat someone tossed in
the bathtub, clawing hysterically for the side sputtering mouthfuls of froth
and chlorinated water.
Jade held him fast though, held his water-logged jeans-and-tee-shirt self to
his own naked body, laughing and waiting calmly for Davey to stop splashing
around like a dumbass.
“Whoa there tiger,” he snorted.
“Don’t call me tiger,” Davey all but screeched. Jade patted his head, carding
fingers through the sticky wet of his hair, where all the gel was melting out.
“You can stand up you know, we’re in the shallow end. You’re not that short.”
Utterly defeated, Davey let his feet drift to the bottom of the pool, teeth
chattering violently and gooseflesh rising up like an army on his arms.
“I-I-I f-uck-k-king hateyou,” he managed to say, clinging to naked Jade for
warmth. Jade tossed his hair, plastering it to the top of his head so Davey
could see both of his eyes.
“Oh really,” he said in a low voice, pulling off Davey’s heavy, soaking school
shirt and tossing it on the side of the pool. “Did I make you all cold?” He
pouted a fake pout, and Davey glowered back.
“You almost killed me is what you did.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive to cold, Davey” Jade mumbled, kissing
along the tendons in his neck, smoothing the pebbled skin. “You want me to warm
you up?”
“Ugh, please don’t try to be sexy when I hate you.”
“Why, cause it always works?” Jade grinned a sly, crooked smile at Davey before
he returned to the white, shivering skin between his sternum and jaw. Davey
rolled his eyes, refusing to play into this. After all, his dick was shrunken
decidedly into his body at the cold, and Jade had to be a determined
motherfucker if he wanted to coax it out.
“No, because you sound stupid.”
“And you hate it when I sound stupid, don’t you? It messes with your idealized
vision of me,” Jade sighed, tilting Davey’s chin up so he could kiss him on the
mouth, a warming, slow kiss he knew would at least make Davey shut up, if not
change his mind. Davey was very aware that Jade was playing him, and he was
also very aware that Jade was naked. So unfortunately Jade’s act of conartistry
probably was working.
Jade’s hands left his ribs to unbutton his pants, which Davey struggled out of
in the water despite himself, cursing as the cold water crept in and touched
him in places that were only just starting to warm up from proximity to Jade’s
body. Then he was out of his clothes, and their flesh was slick and together,
sliding with a maddening ease with the water between them.
“Oh,” Davey muttered involuntarily, and Jade grinned hugely into their kiss,
pushing a triumphant knee between Davey’s legs.
“You’re disgustingly easy. I might have to ditch you soon for someone that’s
more of a challenge,” he mumbled, licking at the roof of Davey’s mouth the way
he knew he liked. Davey thrashed his head away, glaring at Jade.
“Fuck you.”
“Duh, can’t you tell that’s what I’m up to?” Jade said before he slid his hand
up Davey’s inner thigh, thumb rubbing across the underside of Davey’s soft
dick. Speechless, Davey buried his face in Jade’s shoulder, biting him there
and tensing his body in a way that was more pissed off than sexy, completely
appalled that Jade would think to feel him up in his mother’s pool, in 60
degree weather no less.
“Stop,” he said weakly, the word contrasting starkly with the way his stomach
was uncoiling and fluttering.
“Mmm,” Jade responded, twisting his shoulder away from Davey’s teeth and
backing Davey up into the pool’s tiled wall instead, hand warm and gentle and
teasing his cock into half-hardness. “You thawing out?”
“I--” Davey wasn’t sure how he was feeling. He knew that his hips were moving
without his consent, jerking in nervous, clumsy thrusts towards Jade’s hands,
the water around them rippling and moving. “Can’t we just move to my room?”
“Nah, I want you here,” Jade said, carding his hand through Davey’s devil lock
and kissing him, sucking his lips into his mouth and moaning. “Can’t wait.”
Then he pressed his body flush to Davey’s, pinning him to the edge and moving
his dick between Davey’s thighs, thrusting into him without actually thrusting
into him. Davey let his head fall back, cheeks hot in nauseating contrast to
the chilled water, shamed by the way he got hard in a grand total of three
seconds with Jade’s body against his. It was pathetic, really. How every time
felt like the first time.
“But what if--” Davey tried to protest as Jade ground against him with
increasing urgency. He meant to say my mom comes home or the neighbors go into
their yard for a barbecue but the words and their relative meaning got lost
between the hot, wet friction of their teenage bodies sliding together, the
water all but boiling around them.
The hot skin of Jade’s dick was tight against Davey’s own dick, creating the
dirtiest, most perfectly searing feeling Davey had ever known. He loved it when
Jade fucked him like his, put him on his back and rubbed against him until they
both came. It felt raw, like the skin still pink and puckered and tender-
stinging underneath a newly picked scab. So as Jade aligned their cocks and
held Davey’s chin straight so he could look at him with his eyes all dark and
his lips swollen and red, Davey surrendered to how good it felt, how easy it
was to feel owned and wanted and pulled apart.
Jade came suddenly, bracing his weight with stiff arms on either side of Davey,
a slick of burning come erupting between Davey’s thighs with a shocking spasm
of heat. “Fuck,” he hissed, freezing as he pulsed out into the chlorine. Dazed
for a moment, Davey basked in the feeling of Jade losing himself on his skin,
the filthy hot wonderfulness of it. Then he snapped back into his bleary mind,
and realized that had just happened.
“You just came in my pool!” Davey screamed. He pushed Jade off and stared
between them, at the clumps of thick, egg-whitey sperm floating around the pool
like ghosts. That, and his own raging, red, painful looking and definitely
neglected hard on. “Gross dude, seriously. Gross.”
Now slow moving and lazy after shooting his load, Jade just pushed Davey and
smirked. “It’s all your fault. Quit being so hot and maybe I’ll be able to hold
on longer. Now get out, sit on the side.”
“But you came in my pool!” Davey repeated, hung up on it.
“And? It’ll dissolve or whatever. Stop being a prissy rich boy. Sit on the
side.”
“But it’s cold,” Davey whined, gripping his own dick and jerking it lazily,
feeling kind of abandoned now that the heat of Jade’s horny body had just
shifted a few inches back. “You made me get in the water, and now you’re
forcing me back out.”
“I want to suck your dick,” Jade explained, waving his hand impatiently. “And I
don’t want to drown, so get out of the water.”
Wanting to get his dick sucked just as much as Jade wanted to suck it, Davey
complied without further delay, hopping up on the edge of the pool, shivering
but too clouded by the tight need in his cock to really look past it. He was
about to say screw it book it to his bedroom, leaving his clothes and Jade’s
spunk floating around in the water for his mom to find and murder him over,
when Jade grabbed his calves, holding him to the edge of the pool. “Whoa, where
are you going?”
“To my room. So you can suck me off,” Davey said like it was obvious. But Jade
shook his head, scooting closer and settling between Davey’s legs suggestively,
hand covering the hand Davey already had gripping his dick.
“I told you, I want you here.” And with that, Jade dropped his smoldering gaze
and pressed his plush lips to head of Davey’s cock, which he kissed opened
mouth and with tongue, hair dripping onto the cold, pale skin of Davey’s narrow
thighs.
“Ahhh, fuck, Jade, what if--”
“Please dude, shut up,” Jade said, though it sounded much more like ”pleeth du
shu up”because his mouth was full of cock.
Davey was shaking with cold, but the encasing, sucking heat of Jade’s mouth
kept him grounded and unmoving, his ass planted firmly on the frigid pavement
on the edge of the pool. It felt perfect, it felt like the first time he’d ever
had his dick sucked. It was just impossibly new, and exciting, and
overwhelming. And for the millionth time, Davey realized he was so terribly in
love with Jade his body hadn’t recovered from it. His heart didn’t know how to
beat this fast.
Jade was doing some illegally wonderful thing to the underside of Davey’s
length with his tongue, right hand tight and working and sliding along the
base. Then Jade moaned, the vibration of it making Davey see such a violent
clatter of static and stars behind his eyelids and dug his teeth into the spot
in his lower lip that was always raw, because Jade always had him biting at his
own mouth.
And because it always felt like the first time, Davey was coming embarrassingly
fast just like the first time. And Jade swallowed it all, fingers kneading in
excited adoration along the spasming muscles of Davey’s calves. It lasted
terribly long, Davey’s body rigid and his face all screwed up while Jade sucked
him empty.
When he was spent and finished and could see properly again, Davey collapsed,
back hitting the cold, wet pavement and getting scraped as Jade licked him up,
tongue at his balls, his inner thigh, anywhere he could reach.
“I’m all clean now,” Jade announced, heaving himself out of the water and
laying down in a dripping mess next to Davey. “You happy?”
“Fuck yeah,” Davey hummed, rolling over onto his side.
“I’m gonna go sweep up the dirt I brought in your kitchen. You just lie here
and recover, Sid Vicious,” Jade said, kissing Davey firmly on the mouth three
consecutive times before heaving himself up and trotting back to the house.
Davey lied there in a daze for a few minutes, suddenly realizing he was naked
and in his backyard, which was a scenario he had never imagined happening. A
first. So maybe he wasn’t lame. After all, this was the first time he and Jade
fucked in his backyard. In his pool. So he had every reason to come in under a
minute, and every reason to still feel stomach-droppingly ecstatic when Jade
kissed him. Five months in, and firsts were still happening, so whatever. Davey
let himself grin hugely, sigh, and fist pump once, cheeks flushed in seemingly
novel adoration.
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