Pairing: Ashton and Finn (genderbent Aisling and Fin) from Young Justice OC's
Rating: M. It's smut, for fuck's sake.
Hope tu likeeee~
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A blaze of light erupted from the zeta tube, but no one was present to greet the two figures who stepped into the cave. Two boys, one short and slender, the other tall--at least six feet-- and solid, his muscles well defined. Both were wearing heavy coats bundled tightly around their bodies, the hoods pulled over their heads, which was highly unusual as Happy Harbor was currently experiencing another scorching heat wave. In fact, the cave was currently empty because the team was down on the beach, cooling off in the waves and watching the sunset. The two boys scanned the cave and, when it became apparent that they were alone, they shed their heavy coats, revealing their faces for the first time. The shorter boy appeared to be about thirteen, with messy jet-black hair and startlingly blue eyes. The other seemed older, probably fifteen o sixteen, with wavy dark brown hair and soft turquoise eyes. The smaller one looked at the other inquisitively. "Ais--wait, that probably wouldn't be your name anymore. Uh..is Ashton fine?"
The brown-haired boy, Ashton, nodded. "Yours wouldn't change, though. tu could just be Finn with two Ns.."
Finn laughed. "I suppose that could work."
Ashton cocked an eyebrow. "Is this name acceptable to your royal highness? Does it suit the princess--er, prince?"
Finn smirked, his sapphire blue eyes glinting mischievously. Ashton felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach, an odd sensation that he couldn't quite explain, but he ignored it. "Yes," Finn replied haughtily in a fake British accent. "It does indeed."
Ashton gave a dry laugh and Finn joined in. His laugh was a harsh cackle, grating but somehow melodious to Ashton's ears. "Well," Ashton coughed, trying to ease the tension within his confused brain. "Since it looks like we have the cave to ourself, whaddya wanna do?"
Finn shrugged. "Well, since I have no fucking idea when this genderbending spell's gonna wear off, and for all we know it could be a fucking año o something, why don't we go into the bedroom and..." He trailed off, seeing the horrified look on Ashton's face. Finn could clearly see what his best friend was thinking, and, laughing, he slapped him in the face.
"Ash, you're sick!"
"What?"
"Come on, I know what tu were thinking. And for the record, I was going to suggest that we go into the bedroom and redecorate, since rosado, rosa and purple aren't exactly the most manly colors."
Ashton blushed and stared at his sneakers. It would be like his screwed-up mind to think that. "Oh," he muttered.
Finn smirked. "Well it was just a suggestion. We could always do that, if you'd prefer."
Ashton blushed even harder, and Finn chuckled, clapping a hand over his friend's back. "Aw c'mon, Ash. I was just messing with ya!"
Ashton nodded slowly. He mentally cursed himself for the strange feelings he was experiencing, of which he had a faint idea as to what they meant. They stood for a few minutos as Ashton tried to sort out his mind, eyeing Finn's face for some hint at his thoughts. His expression was unable to read, and Ashton found himself involuntarily staring at Finn's features. First at his hair; raven-black and glossy, it was short-cropped but had loose sections that hung in his face causing him to constantly flick it out. Then his eyes like glittering sapphires, brilliant against his pale skin and dark hair. His sharp nose, strong jawline and chin, lips cocked in a slight smirk...to Ashton, his friend now seemed to be almost attractive. He wasn't sure why he hadn't noticed it when they were girls, and why all of a sudden he was seeing it now. With a jolt he realized his eyes had traveled down from Finn's face and onto...other places. He also saw Finn's confused expression, his hand instinctively sliding towards his crotch as if to protect it from Ashton's penetrating gaze. Ashton felt his cheeks flush and he pointedly looked away.
"...Ash?"
Ashton coughed. "Nothing. Just...uh...just staring into space."
Thankfully, Finn didn't push the matter any further, but instead slid an iPod out of his jeans pocket and began unraveling the headphones. Grateful to be free of Finn's critical eye, Ashton walked over to the cocina and opened the fridge. It seemed as if someone, most likely Wally, had eaten most of the food, but Ashton managed to find two bunches of red grapes and half a carton of manzana, apple juice. He pulled them out and brought them to the coffee table, sinking down into the couch. Ashton pulled a large uva off of the stem and popped it into his mouth, letting it slide around on his tongue. The skin was cold and shaped in a perfect oval, and he let his teeth sink in, resulting in a crisp pop and an explosion of jugo, jugo de in his mouth. He gave a tiny sigh of pleasure as he chewed the tough skin and the sweet flavor filled his senses. As he swallowed the last bit he looked up, to find Finn staring at him oddly.
Finn laughed. "Dude, the way tu were moaning it sounded like tu were having sex!"
Ashton blushed yet again. "I...like grapes?"
Finn shook his head slowly. Ashton occupied himself with peeling a handful of grapes off the stem, and slid another into his mouth. Finn eyed him as he chewed slowly, careful not to make any más noises.
"Hey, can I have one?" Finn asked, reaching for one of the bunches. "Noo," Ashton whined, pulling them closer to him and huddling over them protectively. Finn lunged forward, trying to pry his arms away.
"I. want. a grape!" he growled through gritted teeth, gripping onto his skin in a desperate attempt to wrench the bigger boy away.
"No!" Ashton cried, giving Finn a hard shove and sending him sprawling back into the couch. Finn pushed himself into a sitting position, scowling, and grabbed onto Ashton’s shoulders, locking him in a tackle. Ashton grunted and lunged adelante, hacia adelante to pin the younger boy to the couch, the grapes momentarily forgotten. Finn squealed and wriggled his body until he had freed himself from Ashton’s grip and flipped so he was now pinning Ashton. They wrestled for a few minutes, rolling back and forth on the sofá which threatened to tip at any moment. Finn had just succeeded in getting Ashton pinned when his knee slipped, brushing against Ashton’s crotch. A strange tingling sensation followed, but Ashton tried desperately to ignore it and shake himself free of Finn’s grasp. He partially succeeded in sliding out from under the smaller boy, despite the numerous instances of strangely-arousing crotch brushing that it caused. He grabbed hold of Finn’s back and pushed upward, trying to twist so he was on parte superior, arriba of Finn, but only managed to lean so far back that the sofá tipped over and left the two boys sprawled in a heap on the floor. Ashton lifted his head, blinking away the dizziness, and realized two things. The first was that Finn’s hand was wedged between Ashton’s legs, his fingers pressed unknowingly into a spot that caused odd tingles to race up Ashton’s spine. The second, and this was the most surprising, was that Ashton was extremely aroused; so aroused, in fact, that he had grown hard. So this is what it feels like, he thought. As a girl he had never been able to comprehend the sensations that resulted from it, o the actions leading up to it. Feeling Finn’s sapphire eyes once más boring into him, he rolled over, turning away in a desperate attempt to hide his boner. Unfortunately, it didn’t exactly work, and Finn raised an eyebrow as Ashton struggled to meet his eyes. Ashton braced himself for whatever critical o snide remark was to come, swallowing hard. Finn smirked.
    “How are tu horny already?”
Well, that wasn’t exactly what Ashton was expecting. The implications of what Finn had dicho left Ashton baffled. Had he really meant it that way? o was he just oblivious to the workings of Ashton’s mind? Ashton hid his confusion though, shrugging casually.
    “It’s hard not to be when you’re stroking my dick like that,” he said, trying desperately to keep a straight face and not quite succeeding. Finn just laughed. Ashton had assumed that what Finn had done was merely an accident, but something about his friend’s expression made him not so sure anymore. He narrowed his eyes, and Finn’s cheeks turned faintly pink.
    “So...” Ashton said, trying to sound nonchalant. “were tu trying to touch me like that? o did it just happen?”
    Finn laughed nervously, blushing even harder. “Hell no! Why would I try to do that?” Ashton could tell he was trying to sound confident, but his voice was oddly high-pitched. He narrowed his eyes at the younger boy.
    “Uh..I mean...” Finn coughed, cleared his throat. “All right...yeah. Kinda.”
Ashton nodded slowly, trying to look unfazed when really his corazón was leaping in his chest. If Finn felt the same way about him---
    The room fell silent; Finn had stopped laughing, his blush deepening. They stared at each other, unsure of what to think o say, until finally Finn broke the spell. “Uh...wanna...watch a movie o something?”
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    They had decided to watch Wayne’s World, as it was the only movie they could both agree on, and when it was over, they remained on the sofá for a few minutes. Ashton chewed contemplatively on a grape, while Finn absentmindedly scrolled through Tumblr on his iPod.
    “I wonder how Rowan will react when he sees I’m a guy now,” Ashton speculated. “And Eric...”
    Finn shrugged. “They’ll be...surprised. Possibly a little angry, too.”
    Ashton looked at his friend, bewildered. “Angry? I don’t think they’ll be angry...”
    Finn smirked. “They will be, after this.” And with that, he lunged adelante, hacia adelante and kissed Ashton on the lips. Ashton’s turquoise eyes widened in surprise as he felt Finn’s mouth pressed against his, but the warm pleasure that came from the kiss erased all sense of alarm. Closing his eyes, he leaned adelante, hacia adelante and embraced the kiss, feeling Finn’s hands in Ashton’s wavy hair, his lips firmly grounded on Ashton’s mouth. All too soon, the kiss ended, and they broke away, Ashton’s corazón racing with excitement. Already he was yearning for more, but Finn slid out of the way when Ashton tried to reach his lips.
    “Playing hard-to-get, huh?” Ashton teased. Finn smirked, but finally allowed Ashton to plant a kiss on his lips. Ashton gave a muffled grunt of pleasure as they kissed, and allowed himself to be pushed onto his back. The outside world faded into the background; there was nothing but Ashton, being lightly pinned to the sofá por Finn’s legs and Finn, his lips sucking at Ashton’s skin. Ashton rather liked the feeling of Finn’s fingers in his hair, although he hoped that they would soon explore other places, and he loved the firmness of the kiss. Although he was small, Finn certainly was aggressive, and Ashton didn’t mind that the other boy was taking the lead.
    Ashton wasn’t entirely sure when they had moved to Finn’s bedroom, but he didn’t care. Finn had found más grapes in the fridge, green ones this time, and was feeding them to him one por one. He found that he rather liked being straddled por Finn’s legs, even though he felt rather squashed under his weight. Although short and slender, Finn was quite muscular and surprisingly heavy--Ashton couldn’t imagine where the extra weight came from, since he had certainly been much lighter as a girl. Finn pulled another uva off the stem and dangled it a few inches above Ashton’s head. Ashton lunged upward, trying to grab it with his teeth, but Finn moved his hand upward just in time, and Ashton bit a mouthful of air. Finn laughed, finally allowing Ashton to eat it after multiple failed attempts to snatch it out of his hands.
    “Looks like we’re all out of grapes!” Finn teased, and Ashton gave a small whimper, squirming slightly under Finn’s legs.
    “More?” Ashton pleaded. Finn shook his head, shifting his weight.
    “I told you, we’re all out. You’ll have to get up and get them from the fridge.”
    “I don’t wanna...” Ashton whined, clinging to Finn’s legs when the other boy tried to stand up. Finn laughed.     
    “Lazy?” he asked, playfully messing up Ashton’s hair.
    “Noo...” Ashton replied. “I just wanna stay with you...”
    Finn smirked, and carefully slid his legs out of Ashton’s grasp, dropping off the cama and onto the carpet. “Now tu can go.”
    “Fiiine....” Ashton sighed, reluctantly standing up and walking back into the kitchen, not failing to notice that he was once again extremely aroused. After a few minutos of rummaging in the fridge, he concluding that they had eaten all of the grapes, and he sighed. The fridge was empty, save for a brown-speckled plátano and a large pineapple. Unsure of what to do, he called out to Finn in the other room.
    “There’s no grapes left!”
It was a moment before Finn answered. “Is there anything?”
    “Uh...just a pineapple and an old banana...I’ll take the pineapple, kay?”
Finn screamed. “No! Not the pineapple!”
Ashton decided not to pregunta him, but brought the pineapple anyway. When he stepped back into the bedroom, Finn grew deathly pale. “I-I told tu not to bring the pineapple...” he murmured, a tremor in his voice. Ashton, who was in a feisty mood, probably because he was still rather horny, shrugged and brought it over to the bed. Finn cried out.
    “Not the pineapple!”
    Ashton looked at his friend quizzically. “Why? Are tu allergic?”
    “N-no...” Finn whimpered. He hesitated for a minuto before continuing. “It’s just...it arouses me.”
    Ashton was flabbergasted. “The pineapple arouses you?”
    Finn nodded slowly, blushing. Ashton laughed. “All the better then. Now where do tu keep your knives?”
    Finn shakily pointed him to the closet, where Ashton found a rack of knives and a block of wood that could be used as a cutting board. Ashton brought the supplies and the pineapple over to the desk, making sure he was in full view of Finn on the bed, and began to cut the pineapple. He cut slowly, deliberately, carefully exposing the sweet yellow flash a piece at a time, and a small moan from the cama told him that Finn hadn’t been joking when he dicho he would be aroused. When he finished slicing the frutas and brought it back to the bed, his suspicions were confirmed--Finn, who had curled up in a ball, whimpering, was sporting a massive boner.
    “D-don’t hurt me...” Finn whimpered.
    Ashton smirked. “What’s the magic word?”
    Finn looked up at him, his sapphire-blue eyes round. “Um...sex?”
    “Close enough.” Ashton laughed, and leaned in, planting a kiss on Finn’s lips. Finn eagerly returned the kiss, and Ashton allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over him. As they kissed, Ashton felt Finn moving so he was once más on top, straddling Ashton with his legs; the pineapple fell to the floor, forgotten. Ashton felt something enter his mouth that he recognized to be Finn’s tongue, and he let his tongue slip between Finn’s lips as his already-present erection intensified. As Finn pressed Ashton down into the pillow, his lips trailed down from Ashton’s mouth onto his neck, where he eagerly sucked and bit; Ashton knew a hickey was already forming, but he didn’t care. He let his hands mover of their own accord, feeling what little skin was uncovered on Finn’s body and groping his ass. Finally, gasping for air, they broke apart, and stared at each other, elated. Suddenly, Ashton had a strange thought.
    “Finn?”
    “Mmm?”
    Ashton hesitated slightly, but then spoke. “If we’re into guys now, does that mean when we’re girls, we’re...” He trailed off, but Finn seemed to know what he was going to say. He shook his head.
    “I don’t think so. See, if we’re normally girls, and we’re attracted to guys in that form, it makes sense that we’d still be into guys when we are guys. That doesn’t change, only our gender.”
    Ashton nodded. It made sense. Able to think rationally while having sex; another fact about his best friend that he had never known before. Ashton reached down to grab a piece of pineapple that hadn’t fallen off the bed, but Finn pushed him back into position with another passionate kiss. As the emotions flooded over Ashton, he felt Finn slip his hands under Ashton’s hoodie and t-shirt, his fingers trailing up and down his sides. He gave a soft sigh and began fumbling with the buttons on Finn’s shirt. Unbuttoning the camisa, camiseta took some focus, and Ashton found his coordination rather impaired por the violent squirming his lower half was doing as Finn’s soft hands moved down towards the waistband of his pants. “Could tu stop?” he growled, pulling his lips away from Finn.
    Finn looked at him apologetically. “Too soon?”
    Ashton quickly shook his head. “No! I mean--I can’t get your camisa, camiseta off when you’re doing that!”
    Finn laughed, the sound reverberating around the silent cave. “That doesn’t even make sense, but okay.” Ashton watched as Finn quickly undid his buttons and tossed the camisa, camiseta across the room. “Better?”
    Ashton nodded, and slipped his own camisa, camiseta and hoodie over his head. He wriggled adelante, hacia adelante and Finn straddled him again, sucking at Ashton’s neck. Ashton whimpered in pleasure, his hands wrapped around Finn’s back. After what felt like hours of kissing, Ashton felt something pressing against him, and looking down, realized that it was Finn’s dick. When had they taken off their pants? Somehow, after much groping and shifting, they ended up in a partial 69 position, with Finn’s dick close to Ashton’s face. Finn let go of Ashton.
    “What’re tu doing?” Ashton asked. Finn laughed.
    “Idiot...you’re supposed to suck it!”
    Ashton muttered something, but did as he was told, earning an unrestrained moan from the boy as his cock passed through Ashton’s lips. Strange sensations were coming from Ashton’s lower half, but he couldn’t tell if Finn was sucking him o just fingering. Either way, he tried to focus on his task at hand, almost choking as Finn’s hip movements sent his dick deeper into Ashton’s throat. Finn’s moans got louder and louder, his body bucking wilder and wilder, until Ashton’s mouth was filled with liquid. He broke his mouth away, coughing slightly from his cum. Finn laughed again, and Ashton realized he had shifted so they were once más face-to-face. “Now swallow,” he instructed, and Ashton dutifully obliged. Finn grinned at him, rewarding him with a wet kiss to the neck. Ashton whimpered as Finn’s hands found his member, stroking it agonizingly slowly. He felt one hand let go of him, reaching towards the escritorio where he knew his friend kept a small bottle of lubricant (Ashton was still unsure as to the reason for this), while the other worked on getting Ashton fully aroused. Clearly he succeeded, because he felt himself coming all over Finn’s hand. Finn quickly pulled away, chuckling. Ashton whined and rolled onto his stomach, ready for some action, and Finn seemed to get the message because without warning, something slammed into his opening. Ashton squealed as jolts of pain coursed through him, his jerking body knocking over the bottle of lubricant, and Finn withdrew his fingers quickly, wiping at the puddle that was spreading on the cama sheets.
    “Sorry..” he muttered. “I’ll go slower.”
    Ashton whined and dug his fingers into the mattress as the head of Finn’s cock entered him. Suddenly he was hit with a tidal wave of pleasure when Finn thrust into him, and he clawed wildly at the mattress as his hips bucked violently at Finn’s thrusts. Finn moved faster and faster, Ashton’s moans growing louder and louder. His mind became a whirlwind of passion and pleasure that jumbled together and clung and separated until he felt a sudden jab of pain as his tits smashed into----
    Wait a second. Immediately, the pressure lightened, and Ashton tried to roll onto his back. “Finn? Since when have tu had tits?”
    Finn, o rather Fin, as the other boy was not so much a boy anymore, shrugged. “Guess the spell wore off.”
    Ashton, er, Aisling nodded, noticing that Fin had shifted so Aisling was being straddled. “I guess so.” As she stared at Fin’s dark hair, which had returned to its original length, she tried to figure out which puzzled her more: that all this had actually happened, o that she was still extremely aroused. She would’ve expected that all her attraction for her friend would fade once they returned to female form, but judging from the sensations she was feeling resulting from Fin’s fingers on her crotch, that was not the case. To make matters worse, a cluster of figures had appeared in the doorway. Fin didn’t seem to notice, because she was still fingering Aisling, her lips pressed to her neck, but Aisling’s blood froze cold. She wriggled out from under Fin and slid to the floor to greet her team. “Uh..hey.”
    The team’s expressions ranged from shocked to appalled to just plain confused, and the fact that she was completely naked didn’t help either. Eric narrowed his eyes.
    “What the fuck were tu guys doing?”
    Fin gave her boyfriend a sheepish smile. “Uh...nothing?”
    Rowan opened his mouth to speak, but Aisling quickly cut in. “I can explain!” The others looked at the two girls and Aisling cleared her throat. “Have any of tu heard of a genderbending charm?” She then proceeded to tell her incredulous teammates everything, from arriving at the cave, to the grapes, the pineapple, and finally, the sex. When she finished, she scanned their faces, her corazón sinking when she realized they had no intention of believing her.
    “Now that’s BS!” Eric glared at Fin. The expression on Rowan’s face was painful for Aisling to see.
    “Rowan, tu believe me, right?”
    Rowan sighed. “Ash..I amor tu and all, but if tu don’t amor me, that’s fine and--”
    “I do!” Aisling cried. “I told you! When we were guys we still got attracted to guys, but as girls we’re not lesbians!”
    Rowan shook his head. Robin smirked. “Okay then, if tu really were guys, then tell me, what do dicks taste like?”
    “Rainbows and unicornios and marshmallows fallen from heaven!” Aisling replied, at the same time as Fin said, “Cauliflower.”
    Aisling narrowed her eyes. “Cauliflower?”
    Fin smiled sheepishly. “Yeah...Problem?”
    Robin merely shook his head. With a sudden rayo, ray of hope, Aisling jumped onto the bed, searching the sheets for the stains that she knew were there. If she could just prove to them.....But they were gone. The sheets were clean. She groaned.
    Eric gave a weak smile, the hurt clear on his face. “Well, uh...okay then...let’s uh..go watch some TV? I’ll leave tu two to your...your fun. Uh, yeah.”
    Aisling’s corazón sank, she wanted to call out to Rowan, apologize, something, but he was already gone. When the team had left, Fin turned to her.
    “Well, that was awkward.”
    Aisling nodded, flopping down on the cama and reaching for the bra that had materialized on parte superior, arriba of the pile of their clothes. In fact, all of their clothing had changed back to be more...female sized. Between that and the disappearing stains on the bed, she was beginning to pregunta whether all that had really happened. Were they just imagining everything? Had they been girls all along, but somehow convinced themselves that they weren’t? She slid off the cama and was going to ask Fin when she saw something in the trash can. Something green and yellow and brown, that she immediately recognized as the stem and rind of the pineapple. She grinned. So it really had happened. And she almost surprised herself with how glad she was that it did. As if in response, she heard someone call out from the kitchen.
    “Hey, who ate all the grapes?”
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..yeah. PS the "lemons" in the título refers to the fact that in fanfiction, a sex scene is called a limón (I think). Raven helped me with the title.