Birthday Smut for seleneheart

[eachdraidhean]

Pairing: Jax/Eric Balfour
Rating: NC-17

This is a shameless PWP. I've only ever seen a couple of episodes of Sons of Anarchy, and I have never met Mr Balfour, so any resemblence to the character or the actor is purely coincidental!!




A while back, seleneheart sent me pics from an Eric Balfour photoshoot. They inspired us both to think about slashing him with hot biker types, and the hottest has to be Jax from Sons of Anarchy.

So this is for you, hon! Happy birthday!! *twirls you around* Hope you enjoy it :)

Somewhere in California ...


“Hey?” Jax shouted as he pushed open the door to the custom shop.

The front space was empty apart from a couple of bikes waiting for attention.

“Hey, anyone here?” His annoyance rose. Digger had told him to drop by at six thirty, and he was bang on time. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the workshop at the back, muttering under his breath.

“Can I help you?”

Jax stopped in his tracks at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. A bare-chested man appeared in the doorway in front of him, jeans riding low on slim hips, sweat slicked skin marked up with streaks of oil and dirt. He was wiping his hands on a rag, hands that were encased in fingerless leather gloves.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jax growled, untrusting of the stranger, despite the heat that was stirring deep in his belly at the sight of him.

“Eric. Started work last week. You?”

“Jax.” He stated, as if that one word would be enough.

Eric’s eyes raked down Jax’s body and back up to look him in the eyes with an almost lazy gaze.

“Yeah, Digger said you might be dropping by.”

Jax grunted and tried to walk through into the back room.

“Not so fast. Digger said I’d know it was you by your tats.” Eric put his arm across the doorway and shook his head.

“What?” Jax spat. “Get the fuck out of my way.”

“Look man, I don’t know you from Adam. You could be anyone coming in here to claim that sweet ride I’ve been workin’ on, so show me what you’ve got under that shirt.” Eric smirked.

Jax bristled, but undid the buttons on his shirt until it hung loose. Eric reached out with one gloved hand and moved the shirt out of the way, brushing the pads of his fingertips and the leather clad heel of his hand across Jax’s smooth chest. Lust lanced through Jax at the touch, causing his nipples to pebble. Eric licked his lips as he stared at the hard nub of flesh an inch away from his fingers.

The scent of Eric’s heated body, all sweat and oil, soaked into Jax. He shook his head, tried to keep his mind on what he’d gone there for and not the hard body inches from his own. His jeans were now uncomfortably tight and it took a lot of willpower not to push Eric up against the nearest wall and rut against him.

“So, do I get to see my bike now?”

“You passed the test, so if that’s what you want …” Eric trailed off and looked Jax in the eye, his meaning plain. He shifted one foot forward, nudging his hip against Jax’s crotch.
The biker’s reserve snapped. He pulled Eric closer, grinding against him, snarling at him.

Eric pushed back, squirming, grinning and then groaning as he rubbed against Jax’s denim clad dick. Then he stepped away, walking through to the back room without a word. He sat down on the low bench at the side of the room, his back to the door.

Jax, followed, looking over the work that had been done on his Harley as Eric drank deeply from a water bottle, glancing back over his shoulder.

Eric felt Jax’s gaze run slowly down his spine, so intense it was as if he were touching skin, causing goosebumps to follow as it swept lower, down to the enticing glimpse of Eric’s ass.

“You like what you see?” Eric asked, his voice husky.

“Yeah, I do.” Usually, Jax would be focused on the bike, but Eric was proving to be way too distracting.

“Are you gonna do something about it?” Eric turned and lay down on the bench, arching his back off it and putting one of his biker-boot clad feet on it, letting his legs fall open.

Jax took a step forward, his intentions plain. Eric sat up, pulling off his boots and then his jeans until he was lying there naked apart from the leather that still encased his hands. He made no move to take the gloves off. Instead, he wrapped a hand around his swollen cock and tugged on it, arching his back again, showing himself off for the biker.

“Turn over.” Jax took another step, watching as Eric did as he was told and rolled over onto his stomach. Now when he arched his back, he pushed himself up on his arms, his rounded ass presented and tempting, but Jax wanted something else first.

He opened his jeans, lowering the zipper inch by inch as Eric watched with hungry eyes. His fingers grabbed onto Eric’s short hair, holding him in place as he swiped the head of his cock against Eric’s lips.

“Open wide.” He growled as Eric complied, running his tongue around the head.

Jax thrust forward, impressed when Eric took what he was given without complaint. Warm heat and sinful eyes watching him pushed him towards the edge, but that wasn’t how he wanted to come.

“On your feet.”

Eric obeyed, all cat like grace and sinuous movement. As soon as he was on his feet, Jax turned him around and slammed him against the wall, pushing his steel hard cock along the cleft of his tight ass.

“You want this?” Jax ground against Eric, then pulled back to slap the firm, rounded muscle.

“Yes.” Eric hissed, biting his lip when Jax’s hand connected with his skin again. “Do it.”

This time when the hand handed, Eric cried out, his back arching, pushing into the harsh touch. The stinging sound of flesh on flesh echoed round the room until Eric’s ass was glowing red and Jax was panting, partly from the effort of spanking Eric, partly from the growing need to bury himself in the man and fuck him hard.

Jax grabbed the warm, rounded cheeks, digging his fingers in, making Eric hiss as he pulled them apart, sank to his knees and licked over Eric’s hole. He prodded it with the tip of his tongue, pushing inside, adding a finger and opening him up. He worked the spit soaked digit deeper, then added a second, still tonguing the ring of muscle.

“Jesus … fuck ….” Eric gasped, his thighs trembling at the onslaught of sensation.

Jax grinned, and got to his feet, pulling a condom out of his pocket and rolling it over his dick. He squeezed lube onto his hand and slicked himself, smearing more between Eric’s ass cheeks. He didn’t waste time teasing, he pressed against Eric’s hole and pushed, groaning as Eric relaxed to let him slip inside, inch by inch, until he was balls deep in the finest ass he’d seen for a while.

Jax caught hold of Eric’s wrists, holding them against the wall, his thumbs brushing across the leather and he pulled half way out and thrust straight back in again.

Eric writhed in Jax’s grasp, incoherent curses pouring from him as the biker fucked him. He tried to pull one of his hands away, needing to touch himself, wanting badly to come. With each thrust, Jax’s body powered against his abused ass, driving Eric further and further towards the edge.

Jax growled against his shoulder, driving into him, reveling at the tight heat surrounding his dick, the way Eric’s muscles fluttered around him as he moved. He bit down, tasting sweat, leaving his mark. He shifted his grip, holding both Eric’s wrists with one hand, then he moved his other hand down Eric’s body, scraped his short nails over one of Eric’s nipples, working it until it was hard and tender before moving lower to wrap his fingers around Eric’s cock.

Eric tensed at the touch and began fucking up into Jax’s hand and back onto his dick, riding both sensations, moaning as he began to lose it. His head fell back against the biker’s shoulder and his spine arched as Jax’s hand moved faster, jerking him off, fucking into him until he shuddered and spurted come all over Jax’s fingers.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jax groaned as Eric’s body tightened around him. His hips twitched, driving him deeper as he pulsed his own release into the condom. He sagged against Eric, letting go of his wrists.

Eric reached back, holding onto Jax’s hip as he got his breath back.

They pulled apart. Jax dealt with the condom as Eric got dressed.

“So how’s my bike?”

“She’s a beauty, and she’s ready.”

Jax nodded, looking over his girl and running a hand down her tank. He looked over at Eric, who was pulling his boots back on.

“I’ve got the truck outside. There’s a couple of cold ones in it for you if you drive it back to my place while I give her a test run?”

“Sounds good, as long as your place isn’t far. Don’t really wanna be sitting down much for a while.” He squirmed as he stood up and grinned.

Jax grinned back, a wide, lazy smile.

“I know exactly how to take care of your ass. I’ll have you feeling better in no time.” Jax leered and pulled the keys for his truck out of his jacket. He threw them over for Eric to catch.

“I bet you will.” Eric smirked. “Lead the way.”

Comments

[delanach.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it!!!!

Loving your very appropriate icon :P

[fantasy-fly.livejournal.com]

Awesomesauce! I just recently started watching Sons of Anarchy and fell in love with Jax. And as I have read your other fic, I found this after much digging. It was worth it, it was hot as hell and it had Jax in it.

[delanach.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I've only seen a couple of eps of Sons of Anarchy so far, random ones from season one, and then I lost track of when it was being shown, but it's one of those shows that one day, I'll get on DVD and watch from the beginning :)