Damned If I Do Ya 7/13
Title: Damned If I Do Ya
Author: desperate2break
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Oli Sykes
POV: Zack Merrick
Summary: Zack is a born-rich kid with nothing but time on his hands. He knows only luxury and when he wants something, he wants it now. A whole new world is revealed to him when he meets humble Oliver Sykes...
Warnings: Graphic language use, fluff, angst, boisecksationing
Dedications: .The end of this godforsaken week. I hate my life. Oh, and my friend Beanz cuz we're gonna go see Madina Lake and Papa Roach and Heaven's Basement in October! Wooooh!
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing. But, should anyone want to gift me with anything...
I stole Oli on Tuesday. His father, who uncondtionally loved me, allowed me to purloin him for a day and show him the grounds. The grounds meaning my house.
His mouth dropped open as I toured him around our two living rooms, foyer, kitchen, eleven bedrooms, three guest rooms, three music rooms, two studies, seven bathrooms, sauna, swimming pool and three tennis courts.
'HAY!' a voice called from the South Wing. Oli and I looked up from the lush garden where we sat, swinging on the bench-swing.
'That's my baby sister, Gwen,' I muttered to Oli, squeezing his hand. 'YAH?'
'Is that your boyfriend?' she called out from her balcony.
'Yep!'
'Hey, Oli, got any more like you at home but straight?'
Oli laughed. ''Fraid not. Sorry.'
She pouted then grinned and waved, before heading back inside.
'I like your sister,' Oli told me with a smile.
'She's a good kid,' I agreed. 'Hey, you've seen every room in the house except mine; wanna come see?'
He nodded, so I linked my pinky with his and led him up to the North Wing.
'Wow...' he breathed, looking around. He wiggled his socked feet on the imported Cashmere carpet and gazed at his surroundings. Four-poster oak-railed bed, computer, walk-in closet, full-length mirror, desk and ensuite bathroom. My Chi still lay on the floor from this morning.
'Sit,' I offered, indicating the bed. He lay down instead, right on my side of the bed. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
He clasped his hands together and lay on his back. 'So this is what you see when you wake up every morning. Tennis court and gardens. '
'Actually, I sleep on my stomach,' I replied, sliding in beside him. 'But sure.'
He grinned, then closed his eyes. There it was again; that thing he did when he relaxed and let go. I loved it.
I propped myself up on my elbow and watched him a while; watched the beautiful expression of contentment. Then my fingers traced lines along his exposed collar bone and my lips found his neck. I kissed the curve of it and the way his lips parted told me he liked it.
The fingertips previously on his clavicle slid down his chest and torso to just beneathhis belly button. I could feel his diaphragm rising and falling as he breathed. I played with the waistband of his frayed jeans, finding my way to his blue cotton briefs.
They were cute.
'Is this okay?' I whispered, kissing his earlobe while my fingers stroked the hair beneath his cute briefs. My palm slid along his short shaft. He was already half-hard.
He gasped as I carressed the tip of his small cock; it was so clearly just a mouthful and I couldn't help gently squeezing it.
My fingers slowly unzipped his pants and lowered them, fumbling with his fuzzy grey socks. I descended down to his pelvis and cupped the backs of his knees, pressing tiny kisses to his inner thighs. He moaned. I rose a little and flicked my tongue against his undersized penis. He twisted his hips and moaned louder.
I peeled off his top layers as quickly as possible and every time I gazed upon his pure, untouched, unblemished, unmarked body, I moaned with desire. My tongue ran along his nipples while I tore at my clothes and his hands slid down my bare back and he groaned mutedly. His palms were so rough and cut and calloused they felt like sandpaper on my skin, but he made up for it with every other inch of him; he was so soft and warm I wanted to lick him all over.
Pace yourself, Zack, I had to remind myself when he pulled me down to kiss me. He's never done this before - he's all yours; just be patient...
I pushed back the hair on his forehead and kissed the clear skin there, making him hold me closer so our erections touched and it made me gasp.
'I want you, Oli,' I panted, trembling all over.
'I want you too...' he breathed. I was completely on top of him now, rocking my hips onto his and kissing him profusely. 'Zack...Zack...Be gentle, okay?'
I pressed my mouth against the palm of his hand, lacing my fingers with his. 'You're a virgin, aren't you,' I whispered, confirming what I already knew.
He nodded, and it made me want him more than I thought humanly possible.
His eyes were wide as he watched me squeeze lube all over my shaking fingers; shaking so badly I couldn't get a proper hold of my cock.
'Can I do that for you?' he asked so innocently it was hard to believe he was lying naked in my bed.
An inhuman noise escaped my lips as his lubricated fingers went around my length and I can't remember telling him to relax but I must've because he did and I slid my index finger into his crease. My middle finger joined it and he grimaced slightly before wiggling his hips and then crying out as I curled against his prostate. He cried out twice more when I slipped in a third finger and I knew he was ready for me. I could feel him quivering as I placed my head at his entry, unsure of when to enter, until he dug his callouses into my back and cried out in longing.
'Nuggh!' was the involuntary sound that came out of him when I carefully entered him. His breathing was short and shallow in my ear, hitching dramatically every time I gently pushed into his hole.
'It hurts, Zack,' he whimpered, face such a picture of anguish I wanted to stop right there and then. It was all I could to prevent tears spilling from my eyes at the mere thought of hurting him.
'I know, Honey, I know,' I murmured thickly, holding him tight.'It'll be okay soon, I promise.'
Two little hits later, he moaned my name and dragged his hands through my hair, held me in between his legs tighter. I took it as a sign to grip the railings of my headboard and thrust harder, groaning every time I heard him mewl my name. In a matter of moments we had the entire four-poster knocking against the wall and I knew our cries were becoming ridiculously loud but I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop for anything in the world -
'Zackery, I've been going through these college applications and - Oh dear God!'
Oli and I froze in our rather compromising position. I shut my eyes and buried my face in his neck as her footsteps grew quieter, echoing down the hall. She'd left the door ajar.
'Fuck, Oli,' I muttered, still frozen on top of him.
He exhaled in despair and tried to wriggle me out of him, accidentally earning groans out of us both. I could feel the hot tension in my stomachand I knew I was close, especially when he whispered:
'Zack, I'm gonna come now...'
It took only one thrust for him to ejaculate right onto my abs just before I pulled out, my own cock still leaking. I wanted to come so badly...I just needed...
'Touch me, Oli...'
He did me better than that; he slid his fingers around my penis and carressed the tip, like I'd done to him before, and I came so hard into his hand, semen trickling down his wrist and dripping off his elbow onto the sheets.
'You're really in trouble now, aren't you?' he mumbled, teetering on his worn heels, both of us having taken the quickest showers humanly possible.
I put my arms around his waist and kissed his neck. 'Don't you worry about me, Beautiful,' I smiled. 'I'll be fine.'
I kissed him goodnight five times over and then watched him half-hobble across the courtyard, before making my way to the East Wing.
'I'm sorry, Mom,' I mumbled before her. She was sitting in her favourite arm chair and the teacup in her hand was shaking violently.
'For?' she whispered. She didn't look me in the eye.
'I'm sorry you had to see that.' The expression on her face told me it wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. So I added: 'I'm sorry you had to see that but I'm not sorry I did it. I love him.'
I expected her to shout and swear and throw her teacup at me. Instead she pronounced, very quietly:
'If you love him, then I expect you would do anything for him not to get hurt.'
I blinked. 'Meaning?'
'Stay away from that boy, Zackery.' Then she got up and left.
I stood still, trying to process what had just happened. Then my phone buzzed:
Forgot to tell you I love you. - Oli Xxx