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If it’s one thing Lev knows about Jude, is that Sundays are God’s day of rest, and Jude’ll be damned if he still doesn’t abide by it. No matter how busy either of them are, when Sunday rolls around, the whole day is spent either on the sofa bed in the middle of the trailer's living room or outside, soaking in the sun and fresh air. Sundays to Lev used to be plaited hair, thrilly dresses and waves of nausea. Now his Sundays are filled with affectionate touches, food that’ll make his stomach hurt hours later & taped cartoons; because Jude insists that video tapes are better than dvds.
“Turn the TV up, please?” Lev mumbles from where he lays on his side, head pressed against the inside of his left upper arm on the sofa. He smiles coaxingly at Jude, showing his teeth, a dumb grin that only him, Roma & Gideon get to see, one that’s filled with love and safety, an unmasking of affection. Jude throws him a look, one that equally plays back with his own before the older man is shifting from where he’s been sat and is turning the volume of the tv up louder.
The theme song to Dr. Zitbag's Transylvania Pet Shop begins to break louder out of the TV and Lev’s shifting to get more comfortable against the sofa, eyes following Jude as he slumps down to the floor next to the couch, head closing to where Lev's own is, “Still see, kiddo?” Jude asks, turning to give the young boy a glance, getting a brief nod before Lev’s drawn back into the hazy contrast of the TV; a TV that looks so fucking old that Lev’s surprised it even plays colour.
By the time the second episode is flickering on the screen, Lev’s settled, dazed and comfortable. One hand is curved over Jude’s shoulder, hanging relaxed down the older man’s chest, the other curled around the back of the man’s neck, his small fingers playing with the curled edge of Jude’s swollen ear. Fiddling with Jude’s ears quickly became a habit for Lev, a comforting stimulation that keeps the boy from picking or biting at his own fingers and skin. If his hand isn’t toying with the older man’s earlobe, his teeth normally are, and from where Lev lays and Jude sits, it becomes the perfect position to do both.
Lev completely unwinds on the sofa, eyes focussing on the moving colours of the tv, completely absorbed in the animations as he chews and nibbles softly at the flesh of Jude’s lug, his tongue swiping slowly off the reddening bitten flesh of his lobe. It continues like this for a while, the boys gentle fingers rubbing Jude’s ear, fingers massaging the swollen helix between his fingers while he sucks gingerly at the older man’s other ear.
The outro to the cartoon begins to play out from the television and it’s as Lev pulls his mouth away from his boyfriend that his surroundings begin to filter through the sunday lazy daze he’s been trapped in. “Jude…” Lev croaks low, his voice slightly slurred with drowsiness and shifting slightly, he pushes himself a little further up off the couch, using his left arm as support.
Jude responds to Lev’s shifting and the whisper of his name by tipping his head back against the boy, twisting his head to the left as to get a better view of Lev, or allowing Lev to get a better view of him . He sits with his boxers tight around his muscled thighs, legs spread, feet outwards against the floor, one hand curled around the middle of his swollen cock & the other cupped around his heavy ball sack, playing unashamedly with himself. Lev’s eyebrows furrow inwards for a moment at the view, the sudden shock of Jude’s nudity and where his hands are gripped around himself, it disorients the young blonde for a second, having been completely thrown off kilter by Jude.
“H-Hey, kiddo, whatever you’re doin’ with that pretty mouth, k-keep doin’ it,” Jude stammers, his tone high and wet, desperate for Lev’s teeth and tongue to return back the swell of his ear, “Please.” Jude doesn’t have to use words like please for Lev, knowing that the boy would do anything he asks either way, but please adds urgency, and Jude urgently needs Lev's lips back on him.
Lev blinks once, twice, rinsing and repeating Jude’s words over in his head before he’s asking, “I…keep sucking?” which gets him several frantic nods in return, answering his question. Lev swallows, then wetting his lips with his tongue, he’s shifting himself again on the couch so he can get a better position to do what Jude’s politely told him to do. “Jude-“ Lev says, his voice tickling lightly over Jude’s ear and neck, causing the older man to breathe in sharply, “Mmm—“ Jude quickly hums, trying to shut the young blonde up.
This time, when Lev presses his lips against the swollen cartilage, it’s not for personal comfort, but for someone’s pleasure, knowing when his teeth nibble and bite at the tough skin of Jude’s helix or when his tongue laps inside, those feelings are sparking & blooming all the way down to the tip of his cock and balls, making his dick twitch and pulse hard in the circle of his hand.
“Jus’ like that,” Jude moans quietly, his lips parting, jaw becoming relaxed as he begins to stroke his cock again, his hand firmly working its way up and down his shaft, the foreskin of his cock pinching at the top with each stroke up and then spreading down over the glans with each downwards jerk. Lev suckles and chews, worrying his teeth against the sensitive and tender rind of Jude’s ear — managing a glance down, catching a glimpse of Jude exposed, the reddening head of his cock glistening with pre-come as his foreskin slides down, getting a view of the way his balls spread up and around his cock, taut and aching for release.
Although the television sounds still flow loudly from the old speakers, the slick of Jay’s dick and his pleasured whimpers deafen it, Lev being only able to focus on the wet sounds of Jude’s hand moving vigorously back and forth on himself. The blonde begins to bite harder, sucking harshly against the curve of Jude’s lobe before tenderly rubbing over it with the flat of his tongue, licking into and over Jude’s ear, over the pale of flesh that has become discoloured over time from how many hits he’s taken to the side of his head.
“O-Oh fuck, kiddo,” Jude whines high, his voice cracking as his legs shift and try to spread further against the trailers carpet, his hand now focussing around the tip of his cock, working in rough quick circles as his other hand begins to grip and tug at his sack harder, stirring Lev to moan loudly against Jude, the sound vibrating deep against the older man’s ear, “Lev—“
The way Jude rasps Lev’s name before he comes makes the younger boy gasp, his name sounding like the toll of sanctus bells crashing against one another and it’s desperate and needy and so fucking sacred.
Managing to murmur Jude’s name in return, Lev’s lips brush warmly against the wet of his ear as the brunette comes in heavy pulsing waves; his hand losing rhythm around his shaft, his load beginning to seep and spill out against the curve of his fingers, eyelids fluttering open and closed, mouth slack and hips arched off the floor.
Lev doesn’t stop sucking, keeping his mouth fixed around his ear until Jude’s exhaling harshly, signalling to the young boy that he’s done and would like for him to stop. Lev swallows down the last of saliva that’s been gathering under the pit of his tongue and pulls back, shifting himself away from Jude. He can’t help but glance towards the man’s lower half, watching the way his dick slowly begins to soften against his thigh, noticing the shine of come against Jude’s clasped fist and the dribbles that are now soaked into the band of his boxers.