Jossverse, Playing Tragic
Playing Tragic
by Kate Shelby
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I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy so drunk he doesn’t talk
“Lover I Don’t Have To Love” by Bright Eyes
The hand on his cock is unreal and relentless. For a heartbeat there-and it’s not a long heartbeat, his heart is going so damned fast-Riley’s sure that he’s going to die through his cock, that maybe what’s left of his soul and himself is going to leak out from it because, God, it’s so fucked up.
When he comes, when his lungs have a minute to drag in more than a modicum of air and his heart can stop trying to pound out of his chest, there’s a sweaty body next to him and a hard dick against his thigh.
And Riley is gone enough that he thinks nothing of it when the hand attached to the body attached to the cock that had just made him come, like, a second ago is smearing his seed places he never thought he’d want it to go on purpose. He just rolls over and rolls with it when the devil with a guitar and the country flare does things Riley never thought they did in the country. He just goes and does it and lets this guy violate him like it doesn’t really matter. Like, God, it doesn’t hurt or it doesn’t feel fucked or the universe doesn’t suck. Or like, good God, like it isn’t fucked up like everything else.
The guy comes up his ass, gets dressed, and leaves him alone. Riley can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. Riley can’t decide if he gives a fuck.
by Kate Shelby
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I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy so drunk he doesn’t talk
“Lover I Don’t Have To Love” by Bright Eyes
The hand on his cock is unreal and relentless. For a heartbeat there-and it’s not a long heartbeat, his heart is going so damned fast-Riley’s sure that he’s going to die through his cock, that maybe what’s left of his soul and himself is going to leak out from it because, God, it’s so fucked up.
When he comes, when his lungs have a minute to drag in more than a modicum of air and his heart can stop trying to pound out of his chest, there’s a sweaty body next to him and a hard dick against his thigh.
And Riley is gone enough that he thinks nothing of it when the hand attached to the body attached to the cock that had just made him come, like, a second ago is smearing his seed places he never thought he’d want it to go on purpose. He just rolls over and rolls with it when the devil with a guitar and the country flare does things Riley never thought they did in the country. He just goes and does it and lets this guy violate him like it doesn’t really matter. Like, God, it doesn’t hurt or it doesn’t feel fucked or the universe doesn’t suck. Or like, good God, like it isn’t fucked up like everything else.
The guy comes up his ass, gets dressed, and leaves him alone. Riley can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. Riley can’t decide if he gives a fuck.