Eastenders belongs to the BBC. Jack Ryder and Craig Fairbass belong to themselves, and this has nothing to do with their real sexualities. This is just a fantasy.
Don't read this if you aren't over the age of 18, or the age of majority in your area. Don't read this if you don't want to see hot guys having sex.
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This is set during March of 2001, or around that time, when Phil was still in the hospital after being shot.
I would appreciate any story suggestions (who you'd like to see Jamie with), positive feedback, or constructive criticism.
Working under the hood of a car, Jamie nearly banged his head when he heard the door slam shut. After his Uncle Phil got shot, the garage hadn't been safe.
"Nice arse there boy."
And Dan Sullivan was the reason why. Jamie slowly turned around, eyes pressed tight from anger, knuckles turning white against the wrench he clenched in his right hand.
Dan clucked his tongue between his teeth, moving forward a step at a time until his big hand clasped around Jamie's, prying his thin, small fingers open until the weapon fell to the floor with a clank.
Pressed against Dan's beefy frame, Jamie's short brown hair was twined around a hand, yanking his face upwards into a stern stare.
"Don't even try it. On to business. Since you Mitchells are so stupid, I figure you won't pay me my money. Right?"
"No fucking way!"
Jamie sneered at him, yelping when Dan ripped his hair hard enough to almost tear at the roots.
"So I decided money ain't everything. Ain't what makes the world go round. We know what is, don't we Jamie?"
Confused, Jamie finally began to understand when the thick fingers slid down his greasy coveralls, stopping to cup his supple buttocks.
Jamie spit at him, struggling against the possessive hand and pounding fists into Dan's broad chest, but Dan only laughed his deep-throated chuckle, his other hand stroking Jamie's hair.
As Jamie stopped struggling, exhausted, Dan pressed their torsos closer together, Jamie's crotch trapped against Dan's jean-caged erection. Gasping, he remembered how hard he used to get when he would see Dan bending over behind the counter at the Vic, wearing those jeans tight enough to be painted on, grinning the dirty grin smeared across his entire, bulldogish face when he caught Jamie looking.
He still felt a heat when Dan cornered him, examined him foot to forehead with the puppy-dog, dark blue eyes, breathed against him, stood too close to him. Even when Dan beat his face in, when Jamie wanted to kill him, he'd hardened at his touch, jerked off later when he fantasized about what he wanted those hands to do.
Snapped back into the moment by warm fingers, Jamie reflexively winced at the thumb gliding over his bruises, the bruises those fists had made.
"G-get awa..."
Dan ran the thumb over his pouty lips.
"Shh. Don't you see how tender I can be when you cooperate?"
Dan cupped the back of his head, foreheads glued together. Beads of sweat trickled down Jamie's nose, into his panting mouth as Dan kissed his dainty eyelashes, moved over to the bruises he made. Slowly, slickly, he ran his tongue across the greens and purple imprints, wet, fuzzy warmth healing the wounds.
Jamie moaned, awakening prick drooling through his jeans, Dan continuing a slow grind against him as he licked the corners of Jamie's mouth, lightly bit his nose, ran the underside of his tongue across the thin, invisible layer of hair above Jamie's upper lip.
So close, so close, mouths so close, Jamie knew and he didn't care. Ready, ready...
A groan crawled out of his throat when Dan pulled away at the last minute, still grinding, hands on Jamie's shoulders now. Foreheads together again.
"See what I give you when you surrender? Do you?"
Silence, as Jamie blushed beet-red, knowing how Peggy and Phil would hate him for this. He managed to break away, turning to face the tool cabinet in the corner of the room.
"Get out."
Dan smiled, lines in his forehead bunching as his eyebrows raised.
"Bye."
Foosteps echoed on their way to the exit, a heavy bounce in the step. Jamie mumbled a curse, wondering why he wasn't relieved, wondering why he was about to bust the seams in his boxers.
The door opened, winter air drafting in the room. As cold as Jamie felt, thinking of another date with Sonia or flirting session with Zoe. Another night alone.
"Wait."
Running, Jamie stepped in front of the door, pushing it shut. Dan stared at him, dim eyes briefly alive, smirking at Jamie as the rest of Dan's face similarly gloated.
Hating his weakness, Jamie wrapped his fingers in Dan's black shirt, tugging him forward. Their mouths crashed into each other, Jamie pushing Dan's jacket off his shoulders, opening his mouth wider to suck on the thick tongue as Dan pressed him against the door, flanked his tight young body as he unzipped the obstructive coveralls.
Jamie bucked his hips against the older man's frantically, juicy, loud swallow sounds filling the room as their tongues ravaged each other's mouths, bodies thrust together as Jamie massaged Dan's chest, squeezing the clothed pectorals. Dan ripped his mouth away, both men breathing heavily, Dan suckling, biting Jamie's bruised lower lip.
Grunting from the pain-pleasure, Jamie unsnapped his jeans, Dan pulling up the shirt and yanking down the boxers to hear the satisfying plop of leaking, engorged teencock smacking against Jamie's flat belly. A helping hand from Dan stroked the erection into painful hardness, flaring red as Jamie banged his head against the door, buckled his knees at the nails scraping his thighs and veiny underside, the thumb digging in his upraised foreskin.
Nipping teeth into the smooth young neck in front of him, his hand squeezing tight balls, Dan stepped back, letting Jamie react to the loss of sensation. Letting Jamie stare at him longingly as he unzipped his trousers, he let them fall, cascading to the floor as his wide, proud erection rigidly poked at Jamie's belly.
Dan nodded to the young man hypnotized by the swaying member, gently placing Jamie's smooth hand on his veined, pinkish staff. Jamie cautiously, wondrously ran his fingers over the surface, his forefinger skiing down the long shaft, pinkie collecting drops of pre-cum. Dan slapped his cheek, lightly but with a sting.
"Suck."
Amazingly, Jamie found himself sinking to his knees, pleasuring this pig who'd done nothing but torment him. The voice, gruffness and sex, the sound of stubble, encouraging him as he dipped his thumb in the juices and circled the red crown, made Jamie's own hardness constrict under him, scratching against the hard, cold floor.
"Do yourself too. Slow."
Taking himself in hand, he masturbated, small smacking sounds as he opened his mouth, lips on teeth, making an o, tilting his head to swallow as much of the waiting dinner as he could. About half, letting his teeth emerge briefly to scrape sensitive skin, Dan cursing at him, thumping his ear. Concentrating, he took in more inches, dick-meat pressing against and under his tonsils, nose nestled in dark, curly hairs, chin bouncing against low-hanging, large balls.
" 'At's good...yeah...show me what a good cocksucker you are, why Phil keeps you 'round here."
Actually Phil would never ask him to do that, but when he sucked off Billy, or Grant, he always told himself he had to do this. They made him. Truth was he had a choice, but didn't want to make it. Now, trying not to gag on Dan's massiveness, he knew he had finally made the choice.
Dan tugged at his hair, pulling and rending as he yanked Jamie's full mouth back and forth. Sliding across the saliva trail, denim scratching into his bare butt, Jamie moved the material away, sitting on his knees and pushing three fingers into his virgin ass.
"Oh Gooood...what I should do, see you out with that cow Sonia, push you right against the wall and shove my fat 10 inches in..."
Jamie grasped Dan's meaty globes between his free hand, sliding a thumb between the sweat-laden cheeks as his own penis tremored.
"...watch her scream while I plug your hole, beggin' me for more, smashin' that boycock against the brick 'till you bleed."
Dan shoved him forward again, impaling the raw throat over and over.
"Is that what you wanna be? My whore?"
Moans bouncing against the flesh filling his mouth, Jamie dragged his fingers across the smooth taint between Dan's cheeks and balls.
Screaming, Dan shot into Jamie's mouth, spurt after spurt trickling down his pale skin. The raping of his mouth seemed to go on forever, the pivoting motion, Dan's big nuts banging against him making Jamie come against the floor, drenching his jeans.
Every drop drained, Dan plucked his wilting manhood from Jamie's spent mouth, buckling himself off, licking away a drop of seed flicked onto his thumb. He smiled, looking down at Jamie's stained clothes, and the clean, cast aside coveralls.
"Better wear your...hey, guess that's why they call 'em coveralls."
Jamie finally found the energy to stand up, Dan leaning in close to him, inhaling his cum breath. He expected Dan to shove him against the wall, lecture him, demand more money or sex.
Instead, Dan kissed his forehead, dragging his mouth along to the nearest ear.
"See you tomorrow night."
Jamie nodded, trying to say no, to punch Dan out, but not wanting to. He listened to the door shut, prepared to clean up the stains, and tried to ignore his cock jumping back to life every time he thought about tomorrow night.