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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Jake_English
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Jake_English
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Sburb
      Session, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-16 Words: 3177
****** Trading Places ******
by SirJoshizzle
Summary
     "I'm always on the top, tonight I'm on the bottom ‘cause we trading
     places
     When I can't take no more, tell me you ain't stopping ‘cause we
     trading places"
Notes
     Lyrics in the summary are from "Trading Places" by Usher, from which
     this is party inspired by because who doesn't love setting smutty fan
     fiction to some bump and grindin' R&B?
     I do not own Homestuck or "Trading Places" by Usher.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Psst! John!"
John Egbert turned to his window as he slid his closet door closed. Something
tapped against the glass pane in rapid succession; John just rolled his eyes
with a shake of his head in response, walking over to his closed blinds.
He knew that voice.
He tugged on the chain controlling his blinds, and sure enough as soon as they
opened, an all too familiar grin awaited him behind the glass.
Jake English.
John just stared at him with a raised eyebrow, while Jake just waved a hand
sheepishly in response. Jake glanced at the lock on John's side of the glass in
a silent request for him to open the window for him, and John took the hint,
pulling the blinds back before doing so.
"Jake!" John hissed as he slid the window open. "What are you doing here!? And
how did you get up here!?"
John poked his head out the window and saw that Jake had climbed up the vine
trellis against the wall next to his window on the second floor of his house;
he kept his balance by wrapping his feet around some of the vines, and his body
leaned to the side with right hand grabbing onto the wooden trellis and left
arm leaning against his windowsill.
"I do rock climbing on the weekends sometimes," Jake responded with a shrug,
amused at the other brunet's confusion. "Can't stay out here in the cold
forever, though. Mind if I just come inside for a bit?"
"No!" John snapped back. "I-I mean yes, I do mind! God, what are you doing
here!?"
"Mmm…" Jake hummed, trying to quickly come up with an excuse to explain
himself. "I… didn't quite get your tutoring lesson this afternoon and I had a
few questions."
John just cocked his brow at that, not even bothering with giving the older
teen the benefit of the doubt. Despite being a third year in high school, John
was already taking Advanced Placement Calculus in school, which was normally
only offered to fourth year students. He had also been assigned to be Jake's
tutor by their teacher to help him raise his faltering grade in the class a
month ago. Not that it was any of his business, but how on earth fourth year
Jake goddamn English of all people, cornerback on the school's football team,
even got into the class at all—much less stayed in it long enough for his grade
to drop so far as it was—was beyond him.
John leaned out the window again to get a better look at Jake and just sighed.
"You didn't even bring your backpack."
"Fine, fine," Jake chuckled and flashed him the toothy smirk that won him the
Cutest Smile superlative in the yearbook. "I just wanted to pay a little visit
and talk for a bit."
"Whatever you want to talk about," John quickly retorted, "I'm sure can wait
until morning at school! It's 11 at night and I'm going to bed, so just go
home!"
"Aww, don't be like that, Johnny boy!" Jake feigned a pout, and John forced the
blush growing in his cheeks at the senior's nickname for him. "Hey, if you
don't let me in, I'll let go."
John's shoulders dropped in disbelief and shook his head, thoroughly
unconvinced. "You wouldn't."
Jake raised his brow and smiled widely with his mouth open, and calling the
bluff, slowly released his grip on the windowsill, unhooked one of his feet
from the trellis, and slowly leaned back so that only one hand and foot kept
him from falling.
"Okay, okay, okay!" John yelped in a panicked voice as soon as he saw what the
older brunet was threatening to do. "Fine, get in here!"
Jake snickered knowing and pulled himself back against the wall. John stood
back a few steps to allow room for Jake, who carefully leaned his weight
against the window and climbed into the room.
"Nice," Jake whistled softly as he took in his surroundings. John's room was
quite plain and sparsely decorated, with just his bed, desk, dresser and TV
furnishing the space. The only thing close to decoration was a bulletin board
decorated with small print outs of various movie posters and photos of him with
his friends.
"Thanks," John shrugged as he closed his window. He pulled out his swivel chair
at his desk and plopped down. He watched Jake walk around a bit, observing what
little furniture he had. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his letterman
jacket and swung them in and out. "Now what do you want to talk about that
couldn't wait until class?"
"Hey now," Jake chuckled as he turned to him and sat at the edge of his bed
across from him. "I just got here and you're already trying to shoo me out?"
"You shouldn't even be here in the first place!" John retorted. Jake just gave
him an amused smile and leaned forward, cradling his cheeks in his palms and
supporting his elbows on his thighs.
"But you let me in, didn't you?" He asked cheekily. John just sighed and leaned
back, resting his elbow on the desk behind him and grabbing a fist full of his
hair.
"And what are you doing sitting so far away?" Jake frowned playfully. He sat up
and slapped his upper thighs, motioning for John to sit on his lap. John just
looked at him blankly for a second before it registered in his head what the
older teen wanted him to do, and just rolled his eyes in response. Jake just
clasped his hands together and managed the sweetest grin he could.
"Pleeease?"
John hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. He stood up and trudged
his feet against the carpet, sitting down on Jake's left thigh.
"Ah," the senior breathed in contentment as he wrapped his arms around the
smaller boy's rather thin waist. "This is nice, right?"
John shrugged indifferently before Jake leaned forward and rested his forehead
against his own. He turned to the side a bit so that they were making eye
contact, the lens of their glasses lightly clinking against one another.
Truth be told, this wasn't the first time they had gotten so physically close.
Jake knew that John had a crush on him since the beginning of the school year
when they met in calculus on the first day. Of course, the only reason he knew
in spite of his normal obliviousness to almost everything was because of Dave
Strider, his teammate on the football team and John's best friend since
elementary school.
Jake leaned back to get a better look at the boy in his lap, and quietly took
John's glasses off and set them on his nightstand, allowing himself to get a
better and unobstructed view of his vibrant cobalt eyes. John reciprocated the
action, placing his thick frames next to his own. Many at school commented on
how similar the two looked, save for the facts that Jake's eyes were emerald
green instead of blue, and he was about a head taller and more well-built than
him.
"So cute," Jake laughed softly to himself. John just rolled his eyes and
managed to utter a "Shut up" before the older teen softly pressed his lips to
his.
John was slow to respond, tentatively wrapping his arms around Jake's neck as
Jake opened the other's lips with his own to allow his tongue access into
John's mouth. John moaned breathily at the action as Jake pulled him even
closer, kicking his high top shoes off and scooting both of them back onto the
bed. John crawled on top of him and pushed him back until his pillows cradled
his head, all the while fighting him for dominance over the kiss. He pulled
back shortly, though, coming up for breath as Jake shimmied himself out of his
thick letterman and fumbled with the buttons of his flannel. The younger teen
helped him, undoing the buttons at the bottom as Jake undid the ones on top.
"Sure are eager for not wanting me here, cutie," Jake snickered, lust dripping
off his words. John forced a scowl at him before diving back in to latch his
mouth onto his neck, sucking sharply at tan skin, earning an instinctive upward
buck of his hips from the brunet under him.
"O-oh God!" Jake cried out, struggling to keep his voice low. He reached around
to snake his hands under John's long sleeved shirt, running them up his back
and lifting the offending clothing off his body. John returned the favor, Jake
arching his back off the mattress to accommodate him. He ran his hands across
the football player's chest and down his stomach. While his abdominal muscles
barely showed through, his chest was well defined and contoured, a testament to
all the training and bulking he did during the season.
"So sexy," Jake flashed another grin at him with a wink as John massaged his
chest. His own hands wrapped around the boy's waist before one of them latched
onto his crotch and caressed him through his pajama bottoms. The small dark,
wet patch of the fabric gave away his lack of underwear, something that
heightened Jake's own arousal.
John groaned softly in response, his eyes shutting as he curled forward at the
sensory overload. He opened his eyes, though, when he felt Jake reach under his
waistband to pull his cock out, pushing his pants down his waist. John leaned
to the side to get his pajama bottoms off, Jake stroking him all the while.
"J-Jake…" The younger teen choked out as he watched him jack him off, spreading
his precum across the shaft. He was decently sized for his age, he supposed,
framed at the base with dark hair he kept trimmed and controlled. He leaned
back, settling down on the other's broad chest.
"Hm?" Jake looked up at him. John's eyes were lidded heavily, a rosy blush
growing in his cheeks. Without breaking eye contact, he scooted his body down
the mattress so that John's dick lined up with his mouth and without another
word, took all of him in, wrapping his lips around the base.
"Oh!" John threw his head back at the sudden warmth engulfing him. Jake inhaled
and exhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the heady mix of John's natural
musk and the fresh scent of his body wash. He closed in eyes in concentration
as he managed to swallow around the shaft without choking, earning a deep groan
of approval from the teen sitting on top of him. He pulled his neck back to
release him with an intended wet pop, precum and saliva trailing between the
head and his lips before tricking down his chin. He licked down the bottom of
the shaft to take his balls into his mouth, licking around them individually
and sucking lightly so as not to hurt him in such a sensitive area.
"Ja-Jake… Jake…" John murmured as Jake turned his attention to his perineum
before licking across to his inner high, sucking on his skin in various areas
around his crotch, leaving dark and wet teeth marks in his stead.
"John," the older brunet growled with the same intense need. He grabbed behind
the shorter teen's head to pull him down into a rough kiss, pulling back on his
black locks and earning another groan in response. When they pulled apart, John
wiped his lips with the back of his hand, tasting Jake's saliva and his own
essence on his tongue.
"I want you on top," Jake whispered to him with a mischievous smirk on his
face. John furrowed his brow a bit in slight confusion.
"But I'm already on top of you," he replied back in an equally low voice. Did
he mean he wanted him to ride him, or—
"No," Jake chuckled. "I want you—" He repeated, bucking his hips again for
emphasis, "on top."
John's eyes widened at that. Jake wanted him to fuck him? They had done this
twice before, but both times John had bottomed for him. To be honest, it seemed
more… natural that way than the other way around, given that John was—in almost
all ways—smaller than him.
"Up," he patted John softly on his hips, and John obliged quietly, crawling off
his body between his open legs.
Jake reached down to his pants to undo the button and zipper. John watched him,
and he pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs in one go, his erect dick pulling
down with the fabric and slapping back against his stomach, the head painting
small streaks of precum through his coarse happy trail. In addition to being
taller, heavier and more muscular than him, Jake was also naturally hairier;
and his cock, while not that much bigger than John's, was thicker around, and
uncircumcised unlike his.
Jake jacked himself off to gather some of his own precum, then reached over to
John's shaft for some of his own. John eyed him curiously, then his eyes
widened and a weak whimper escaped his lips when Jake mixed their fluids
together in his palm and licked it sloppily, pressing the flat of his tongue
down and trailing upwards to his fingertips, not breaking glassy eye contact
with him as he made a show of his actions.
The football player reached back between his legs, adjusting in his lying
position by grabbing one of the pillows with one hand and setting it under his
ass to prop it up, and used his wet one to coat the area around his entrance,
inserting his middle finger inside to stretch himself out slightly for good
measure.
"Come on, Johnny boy," he winked as he fucked himself, now with his middle and
index fingers. John just stared at him, his jaw hanging open slightly and his
dick harder than it ever was the whole night. He swallowed deeply, tentatively
crawling on his knees towards Jake. He leaned forward to support himself,
lining himself up with Jake's overly exposed ass. He pushed against him, his
slicked shaft and Jake's earlier preparation making it easier for the head to
slide through slightly.
"O-oh," Jake groaned in satisfaction, lolling his head back against the pillow
as John pushed in deeper. John sucked in the breath he didn't even know he was
holding as Jake's insides adjusted to the intrusion, until he was finally all
the way inside, his pelvic bone pressing against Jake's round ass.
John's eyed rolled into the back of his head as he shut his lids tightly,
stilling himself so that not only Jake, but he could grow accustom to the
feeling. He had never imagined he'd be topping anyone, much less a member of
the football team—especially Jake English. Ever since he came to terms with his
own sexuality, he always imagined himself as a bottom should he ever have sex.
And yet there he was, buried to the base inside someone a year older than him
and a full head taller with more muscle than he imagined he himself would ever
have.
"Baby, it feels so good," Jake moaned with a grin, reaching between his wide
open legs to stroke himself. "C'mon, fuck me Johnny boy."
John didn't waste any time heeding his request, pulling out only a few inches
and slowly pushing forward again, afraid of hurting Jake. Jake almost went
cross-eyed at his ministrations, pulling his left leg back more so that his
thigh pressed against his chest and hooking it in place under his knee with his
free arm. It resulted in John being able to fuck him at a better angle and even
deeper than before, and Jake's eyes almost bulged out and his jaw went slack
when he felt the other brunet hit something inside him.
"Fuck!" Jake choked, saliva almost dripping out from the corner of his mouth.
John leaned forward to catch it with his tongue before ensnaring his tongue in
a messy kiss, increasing his speed.
"Fuck me harder, baby," Jake managed between kisses, barely managing to catch
his own breath. He bucked his hips against John's dick so that he pulled away
as John did himself, then slamming against his pelvis as the younger brunet
thrust forward. Sweat covered both their brows, John's perspiration dripping
down onto the older teen beneath him. Jake's short fringes stuck to his
temples, and although he tried to wipe his forehead with his forearm, it did
nothing as it too was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
"J-Jake," John croaked, his thrusts losing the rhythm they had started with
each other. "J-Jake, I'm close."
"Then cum," Jake growled back, staring straight into his eyes with his eyebrows
furrowed and teeth gritted. "Cum inside me, baby."
"O-oh," John shut his eyes and curled his lips into his mouth in a desperate
attempt to silence his moans, knowing his father had long gone off to bed down
the hall. "M-mmhph!" He stilled himself as he felt his cum shoot into Jake's
entrance. Jake groaned in pleasure, pushing harder against John's crotch to
take in all of his orgasm. He jacked himself off furiously, John's release
spurring his own.
"F-fuck! Fuck!" Jake whimpered in strangled breaths, aiming his cock straight
back, coating his neck and chest in thick, white streams of semen. Some pooled
into his collarbones before dripping backwards onto the bedsheets, some shot as
far back as his lips and chin "Fuck! Oh my God, God… God…"
John watched his orgasm as he heaved heavy breaths of his own, slowly pulling
out of him. Jake grinned in satisfaction as he felt John's cum dripping out,
licking his own essence off his lips and wiping off the excess on his chin with
his thumb. When Jake opened his eyes, he saw that John was leaning forward with
his tongue out, not wanting the older brunet to take it all. He chuckled softly
at the teen above him and wiped his thumb against his tongue, John swallowing
the slightly salty fluid. Wanting more, he reached down and licked what he
could off his neck and chest, sucking gingerly on his nipples, trailing the cum
around with the tip of his tongue.
"Mmm…" Jake hummed happily, wrapping his left arm around John's body and his
right pulling the pillow under his head closer. "So good, baby… You like your
first time topping?"
John wrapped his own arms around Jake's broad torso after reaching over and
pulling the blankets over them. "…Mmmhmm…" He groaned sleepily.
"Wouldn't mind taking you again if you want," Jake chided playfully as he
looked down at the boy in his arms, well past half-asleep. "…Can I spend the
night, cutie?"
"Mmhmm…" John murmured again, nodding ever so slightly.
"Your pops won't come in, right?"
"Nghn…" John shook his head, trying his hardest to form words through his
grogginess. "Door's locked."
Jake smiled at that as he reached around to turn the lamp off.
"Good."
End Notes
     The decision to make John top was a last minute one in an attempt to
     make it a (possibly) more interesting read since I noticed everyone,
     including me, writes John as the bottom in this relationship. I like
     to picture Jake as more of a verse-top who's more than willing to get
     on his back or on all fours from time to time and I thought it'd be
     fun to plot twist by making that happen here
     hahahahahahuhuhuhudloaqlaendsmzxkahrwqf
     Comments and criticisms of the constructive variety are always
     welcome!
     Enjoy Life and Smile.
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