|Drive Me Crazy
Author: Broken Promises 22 PM
When Jarod accidentally walks in on Griff masturbating, their relationship changes in a way they had both dreamed of, but never really believed could happen. "Link to watch, Another Gay Movie, FREE and in HD." ht tp: / / new. hulu. com/watch/353341Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 2,834 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8642891
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Title → Drive Me Crazy
Movie → Another Gay Movie
Pairing → Jarod/Griff
Rated → M
Summary →When Jarod accidentally walks in on Griff masturbating, their relationship changes in a way they had both dreamed of, but never really believed could happen.
A/N → This story takes place before the movie. It's sort of AU, just a tiny bit. You see. After I watched the movie, I was kind of pissed off cause' Jarod hadn't noticed how much Griff really loved him and was really, really killing him inside, the whole time that he was going out with that blond dude. So, I figured... Since I'm a writer, why don't I write a fic where Jarod is the one who actually gets jealous and Griff is the one to actually get a boy? I mean... It's just something I wanted and needed to do. So... Griff had some guys fuck him before Jarod in here. Other than that small detail, I didn't change anything else from the movie.
Jarod sighed as he pushed open the door to Griff's room, he and Griff were having a ❝Slumber Party❞. He dropped his bag and jacket to the floor, kicking them under the table as he reached for the light switch. He stopped before he flicked the switch though, a lightbulb turned on inside his head; what if Griff was asleep? His best friend was always extremely grumpy if he was woken in the middle of the night. Shaking his head, Jarod stepped away from the light switch and started to make his way across the room, thanking God that he managed to walk in quietly. He also knew that Griff would have left him the bed closest to the window.
A low guttural moan stopped him in his tracks, a moan that sounded like it had literally been ripped forcefully from Griff's throat. Jarod's eyes widened and he blinked, freezing to the spot. He blinked again, eyes adjusting to the not as dark as it first seemed room.
He slowly turned to face Griff's bed, swallowing heavily as his suspicions were confirmed: Griff was jerking off.
Swearing silently, Jarod took a step backward, making his way back to the door. He had seen his nerdy friend in many states of undress, but lying on top of the sheets naked, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, face flushed red with pleasure, biting down on his lower lip in a valiant effort to stifle his moans as he touched himself, one hand playing with and pinching his tight pink nipples, the other between his legs, furiously working his cock, was definitely not one that Jarod cared to see. He took another step backward, unable to tear his eyes from Griff's lithe and supple frame, watching as the pink nipples perked up with need, Griff's hips starting to pump into his fist.
Jarod shook his head, turning his back on Griff and reaching the door in a couple of strides, the sound of Griff's ragged breathing and soft whimpers echoing in his ears. He was not going to stand here and watch his best friend jerking off and he was definitely not, despite the insistent hard-on he could feel growing in his pants, definitely not getting turned on by the scene either. What he was going to do was go to the living room, cause' watching T.V would help take his minds off things.
He had his hand on the door and had started to open it when he heard Griff call his name. Tongue flickering out to wet his suddenly dry pouty lips, Jarod spun on the spot, eyes growing wider when he realised Griff didn't know he was there, but was still… still… Jarod's lost his trail of thought and a moan died in his throat; Griff was… was what? Thinking about him when he was jerking off? Imagining the hands touching him were his? Wanting him?
"Jarod… God… Please… So close… need… uhh…." Griff's whimpers and moans grew more and more desperate the closer he came to bringing himself off. Jarod trembled with lust; sinking back into the shadows as he watched Griff, cock twitching as Griff came screaming his name.
Resting his head back against the wall, Jarod drew in a shaky breath, rubbing his palm against the crotch of his pants. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle any sounds he would make and forced his hands to his sides, watching as Griff collapsed down on the bed, chest rising and fall rapidly, breath gasped from between parted red lips. Long minutes passed, minutes during which there was nothing Jarod could do but admire his nerdy friend's body and the stretch of the thin tummy as Griff sat up slightly to reach for a box of tissues and clean himself up, throwing the dirty tissue across the room to land in the bin before laying back down again, hands folded behind his head, completely relaxed buttnaked and utterly unaware of Jarod.
"Griff?" Jarod couldn't help but feel incredibly proud that his voice didn't squeak as he stepped out from the shadows.
"Ja… Jarod? Fuck!" Griff's eyes grew wide and his face turned pale as he met his crush's eyes. He tensed up, his breathing growing quicker and his mouth turning dry, "I…" He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, no sound coming from him as he sat up, reached for the sheets and wrapped them around his waist. "H… H… How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough," Jarod admitted, moving to stand at the foot of the bed.
"Oh." Griff swallowed hard, eyes dropping to the sheet. "Look, I… I can explain…"
Jarod cut him off by grabbing the corner of the sheet and pulling hard, unwrapping it from around Griff and dropping it to the floor.
He crawled onto the bed, kneeling between Griff's still spread legs. "Explain?" Jarod echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What can you explain, Griff? Why you called my name when you were jerking off? Why you won't look at me?"
Clenching his teeth, his jaw hard, Griff sighed shakily and looked up, meeting Jarod's eyes. "I…"
"Maybe you can explain this," Jarod interrupted, grabbing one of Griff's hands and placing it on his crotch, letting Griff feel his erection through the damp fabric of his pants. "Or this," he dipped his head down, lips brushing over Griff's in a soft kiss.
Griff moaned against Jarod's lips and deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing entry into his crush's mouth. At the same time, he rolled them over so he was on top, straddling Jarod's hips, knees either side of his waist as he bent forward, hands cupping Jarod's face as he plundered his mouth with his tongue, exploring, tasting, feeling. He pulled back slightly, running his tongue along Jarod's bottom lip before taking his glasses off and setting them in the desk beside his bed. He sat back, breathing heavily, cock starting to stir again, and met Jarod's eyes, stunned to see his own desire mirrored there.
"Griff." Jarod grinned and wrapped his arms around Griff, flipping them over so he was on top again.
"Wh…" Griff swallowed hard, tongue flickering out across his lips, moaning as Jarod's hands roamed over his chest, rolling his nipples between his fingers. "What…?"
Jarod placed his finger across Griff's lips and shook his head, replacing his fingers with his lips in a quick kiss, before pulling up and kneeling back. Locking eyes with Griff, Jarod pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, hands moving to deftly unzip his pants and pulling both them and his boxers off, sending them the same way as his t-shirt. Fully naked, he blushed at the feel of Griff's eyes roving over his body and the needy look on his face. A shiver of lust shook Jarod as Griff's fingers ran over the muscles on the inside of his arm, tracing every bit of skin, then meeting Jarod's eyes again, a shy smile on his face.
Jarod nodded and kissed Griff again, leaning forward, bracing himself with one hand either side of Griff's head, his position keeping him in control of the kiss, not letting Griff deepen it, his crush's whimpers sending sparks shooting down his spine. Breaking the kiss, Jarod nuzzled his way down Griff's neck, biting and sucking on the juncture with his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, then soothing it with his lips and tongue until Griff was writhing underneath him, babbling and begging Jarod to fuck him.
Jarod moaned at Griff's words and looked up, meeting his eyes. "Is… Is that what you want?" He asked carefully, voice barely more than a whisper. Griff nodded and rolled his hips, letting Jarod feel his erection. A wide grin spread across Jarod's face, his already diamond-hard cock growing even harder at the thought. He slid down to straddle Griff's thighs, cupping his balls in his hands, giggling when Griff moaned and wriggled against him, moaning his name. Running one finger along the underside of Griff's hard cock made him rock up into Jarod's hand, hands releasing their death grip on the sheet to curl around Jarod's shoulders. Still grinning, Jarod sucked the very tip of Griff's cock into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head.
Griff swore loudly, head falling back against the pillow, sweat-damp hair falling into face as he thrust up. His eyes slid closed and mewls of need escaped him, tremors wracking him. "Ja… Jarod, please!" His voice broke into a sob as Jarod pulled away.
Biting his bottom lip with his teeth, Jarod willed Griff to open his eyes; gasping at the pure desperation he saw shining there. He opened his mouth but no words came out, grin spreading again at the identical one tugging at Griff's lips.
"Have… Have you ever done… this before?" Jarod asked Griff quietly.
Griff blushed bright red and avoided Jarod's gaze. "Yeah," he whispered, nodding his head. "A couple of times."
Jarod raised an eyebrow; since when did his best friend fuck with other guys? A knot grew in his stomach, one he recognised as jealousy and damped it down, swallowing heavily and forcing his thoughts back to the current issue. He could grill Griff later on his other lovers; right now they were not important. Nothing else was important other than him and Griff. He flushed lightly when he realised Griff had said something and was waiting for him to reply. "Uh… what?"
Griff's blush deepened, the tips of his ears turning red as he repeated himself, voice so quiet Jarod had to strain to hear it. "… In the second drawer."
Jarod shook his head; he couldn't hear what Griff was saying. "What's in the second drawer, Griff?" He asked softly, not wanting to embarrass his best friend anymore.
Jarod nodded and leaned over Griff to pull the drawer open and reaching in for the lube. Placing it on the pillow, he cupped Griff's face in his hands and rested his forehead on Griff's. "You don't need to be embarrassed, Griff," Jarod promised. "Makes it so much better for you. But, I'm gonna make you feel so good, you're gonna forget about anyone else who's ever fucked you."
Griff moaned and pulled Jarod even closer, their lips meeting, Griff's tongue sliding over Jarod's, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, teasing him with his lips and tongue, sucking lightly on Jarod's tongue until the two were grinding against each other, hips thrusting and rocking, moaning into each other's mouth, fingers clutching desperately against sweaty skin.
"Do it Jarod," Griff begged, mumbling against Jarod's lips. "Fuck me!"
Jarod growled and grabbed the lube from the pillow, fingers shaking as he damped down his on need enough to stop himself from ramming his cock into Griff and fucking him hard and fast. He quickly coated two of his fingers and, kissing Griff, slowly worked one of them into Griff's body. A loud moan escaped him as Griff's muscles clamped down on his finger, automatically trying to expel it. With patience he didn't know he possessed, Jarod slowly massaged the muscle until his finger slid in, pushing in and out until the resistance faded and Griff was writhing on the bed, sweat shining on his chest, eyes squeezed closed and fingers clenched in the sheets.
Griff whimpered when Jarod pulled his finger out out, the whimper turning to a moan when Jarod slid two fingers in, met with hardly any resistance. "Jarod, please," Griff begged, every breath a desperate moan, his hips rocking to meet Jarod's thrusts. "Need you… In me…"
Jarod shook his head. "Not yet," he disagreed, voice ragged. "Don't wanna hurt you."
"Won't," Griff insisted. "The percentage of you actually hurting me, has automatically gone down since I'm not a virgin, Jarod, just please fuck me!" Griff's pleas became a wail and he arched off the bed when Jarod twisted his wrist. "Jarod!" He howled his crush's name in a mantra, every repetition growing higher-pitched and more desperate as Jarod pumped his fingers in and out, every so often brushing over Griff's prostate again.
Satisfied that Griff was ready, Jarod pulled his fingers out, Griff's wailed protests sending shivers down his spine as he reached for the lube again, unable to stop himself thrusting into his hand as he coated his cock. "Ready?" he asked Griff, grinning at the barely coherent reply. Leaning forward, Jarod's lips met Griff's as he guided his cock into his ass, both of them groaning loudly into the other's mouth at the feeling.
"Oh, god, Jarod…" Jarod leaned forward, one hand bracing himself on the bed by Griff's head, the other on Griff's hip. "So fucking tight." His voice caught in his throat as he fought to keep still, waiting for Griff to move, not willing to hurt him for his own pleasure.
"Jarod…" Griff moaned, gripping his shoulders, mouth moving to his shoulder, licking, sucking and biting as he thrust against him, encouraging Jarod to move, to fuck him, needing to feel him. "Please..."
Jarod growled, his lips catching Griff's, tongue forcing entry and fucking his mouth as he started fucking his body, one hand snaking between them to pump Griff's cock in the same rhythm, sending Griff spiralling so close to the edge, white stars starting to dance in front his eyes, electricity crackling along his veins.
"Jarod, you stud, please… need… fuck… More! Harder! Fuck me harder! Really! Give it to me! Oh yes, stud! Please..."
Jarod nodded, knowing what Griff wanted, what Griff needed and angled his thrusts so his cock slammed against Griff's prostate.
Griff howled, fingers tightening on Jarod's shoulder, short nails digging into the skin hard enough to draw blood. "Stud! Oh Jarod, gonna… gonna…" He broke off into a scream; Jarod's name ripped from his throat as his orgasm shot through him, coating Jarod's fingers and chest.
The sight and sound of Griff coming was enough to send Jarod over the edge, grunting as his thrusts grew harder and more erratic, head thrown back, eyes closed as he came, pumping quickly into Griff's body, collapsing down on top of him, chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
Griff sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around Jarod, eyes sliding closed as Jarod returned the embrace, head resting on his shoulder. They lay there in silence, holding each other tightly as they calmed down, breathing slowly returning to normal.
Jarod lifted his head and ran his finger down Griff's face, grinning when Griff scrunched his nose up. "You OK?"
Griff nodded. "Yeah," he returned Jarod's grin, kissing him lightly on the lips. "You?"
"Couldn't be better," Jarod admitted. "Should probably clean up though."
Griff pulled a face but nodded again, shifting out from under Jarod slightly to grab the box of tissues from the cupboard. Jarod pulled a handful from the box and quickly cleaned both himself and Griff up, dropping the dirty tissues to the floor and turning the light off as he curled around Griff again, kissing him softly before drifting into a light sleep, Griff following close behind him.
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