Fic: He will be loved…
Inspiration strikes at the strangest times for me. As I’ve always thought, my writing is better at the ass crack of dawn, *shrug* May suck towards the end, I was beginning to fall asleep writing it.
Summary: Even if he doesn’t let it show, being called a slut by his brothers hurt
Rating:M
Pairing: Chase/Reid
A/N: I have no idea where this came from, one minute I was reading fiction where everyone even Tyler called Reid a slut, the next this popped into my mind. OOC in the part of Chase, he may have been evil, but come on, he can change, right? It’s my take on characters, a’ight? Definitely not beta'd
Feedback: *Nods vigorously* Pwease, this one’s a little weird…
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Reid never let it show, he never let anyone see the pain that he secretly felt when his brothers, the ones that were supposed to love him would look at him with such vehemence and mild dominance and bitterly spit that one word,
Slut
It was as if someone had etched the very word into his skin, like a gleaming red tattoo that never seemed to go away.
Icy blue eyes stared upwards into the star spotted sky as he stood outside of the dorms of Spenser academy, his pride, his body, and his ego were bruised from the previous night’s actions; the thoughts of how Caleb had shamelessly slammed into him, repeating that one thing over and over,
How do you like it slut? You like it when I punish you like that
He was everyone’s little fuck toy it seemed, even if they had someone; Pogue had Kate, and Caleb had Sarah and as for Tyler, let’s just say that baby boy wasn’t that picky towards the option - who knew he could be so damn domineering though.
“Shit,” He murmured, blinking bag the tears that fogged his vision, don’t cry. Don’t cry…
“Aw, poor thing,” A vaguely familiar voice mused from behind him, drawing for his attention, and putting his guard up. There standing in the shadows was the one person that he believed to be dead, Chase Goodwin Pope, “what’s wrong, surprised to see me, Reid?”
“I thought you were dead,” The blonde snarled angrily, although, after what had happened, that anger had little backing it up; if it hurt Caleb, hurt all of the other sons, it nagged at the back of his mind.
“Never mind that, you looked rather sad,” Chase purred, his eyes not appearing ruthless as they use to be, instead, they were gentle, and dare one say it…caring.
“Why the fuck do you care? All you want is power,” He admonished, his brows angling with anger
“That was what I wanted, but even there are things one desires more than power,” He murmured, speaking as if he were a philosopher in his own right.
Narrowing his eyes, Reid stepped back, only to wince at the bruises that marred his hips and thighs from such hard “punishment.”
“You’re hurt,” Chased cooed gently, stepping closer, his fingertips brushing against the blonde’s arm before he seized it, and pulled him closer, gingerly, “from them I assume,”
He stayed silent, averting his blue orbs from the brothering hue that looked at him like a lover would, not in that spiteful way that Tyler’s eyes did just days ago.
“I see,”
His iced blue eyes flashed with inferno of use before turning completely black. Before Reid could protest in the matter, they had already been transported somewhere, a room it looked like, one he didn’t recognize.
“Where…” Reid began, but a pair of arms wrapped around his narrow waist, a pair of lips touching to the back of his neck causing his breath to hitch, “what’re you doing?”
“I know what they’ve done to you ya know,” Chase murmured between kisses at pale skin, “it’s not right…liking sex is so much different than being a slut,”
His breath hitched, head falling to the side when those lips attacked one particular spot with tiny nips
“Your front isn’t to be taken lightly, you aren’t like that all the time’ you aren’t beyond deserving adoration,” He cooed like that of a lover, hands trailing up beneath the sweatshirt he wore over a t-shirt, feeling out the smooth plains of skin, being gentle of what he knew to be “punishment” markings.
Reid couldn't help it. God when was the last time he’d felt a gentle touch like that where it was purely unconditional? His eyes fluttered shut, his hips pushing back, wanting more than that…
Wanting more than that? He really was a slut.
“No you’re not…” Chase muttered as if he had read his mind, his tongue trailing down over the flesh beneath his lips, “you’re human, you like to feel,”
A shuddering breath pushed past his lips, those words were so reassuring, so loving…
Suddenly, the eldest son pulled back, in favor of stripping off his own jacket and shirt, before doing the same for Reid. That’s when his stormy blue eyes drank in the small red markings, the bite marks and small bruises that covered pale flesh.
A small sound of disdain fell from his lips, his eyes narrowing; he pushed Reid backwards until his the back of his knees hit the bed behind him. From there, he leaned down, and pressed his lips to Reid’s.
Tentative at first, the blonde raised his hand to place on the oldest son’s shoulder, his eyes falling shut at the soft, almost sweetness of the kiss, however it was quickly broken when Chase’s lips bypassed his neck, and laved his tongue across his collarbone working downwards.
“Ugh…” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering at the caress of a sweet mouth, and attentive hands, his body coming to life as a rush of blood shot down his groin, hardening his cock.
That talented tongue slide further down his body, laving against his nipples slowly and seductively until pebble hard; it was only after he continued to the markings that marred his flesh that the wave of emotion hit.
“So sweet, too sweet…” Chase purred, replacing his tongue with gentle nips, and butterfly kisses to all the spots that seemed to be bruised, or scratched, “To be hurt…”
Real or fake, Reid’s heart swelled at the compliment, causing him to arch against the mouth on his flesh.
Panting, icy blue eyes looked down to watch as he easily popped the button of his jeans down, before taking the zipper between his teeth, tugging it down; so slow, too slow.
“Patience,” He cooed, slender fingers moving quickly to slip both his boxers and jeans off, exposing more pale skin, and his engorged erection
“Chase,” Reid groaned, but he barely had time to allow it to pass his lips for the eldest son wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him slowly, but with a strong grip that felt more like a vice, “shhhiiiitttt….”
With no words to reply, Chase leaned in, his lips pressing against Reid’s, his tongue slipping in and out of his hot mouth, the actions representing just what he wanted to do to the sexy body lying beneath him, all the while, picking up a bit of speed in his strokes.
How could something so simple feel so damned good? That’s what he wondered just before all thought vanished from his mind, the stroking, the heaving kissing, it was so much.
“Ah…Chase,” the blonde panted, saliva trailing from their lips down his chin, his breaths airy from panting whilst his hips bucked upwards, wanting more friction.
“Come for me, baby,” He ordered in a whisper, flicking his thumb through the pearly bead of pre cum over the head, while his grip grew a bit tighter,
“Oooooh!” He wailed against Chase's lips, his hips arching upwards as thick ribbons of cum shot outward, and onto his hand,
Reid lay there panting, his mind nearly numb from the strong orgasm that ripped through his body. A hot red flush taking to his cheeks when Chase lifted his hand up to lick Reid’s essence away, their eyes locking. His gaze so heated, so seductive.
The eldest son said nothing as he leaned inward to press a kiss to the blonde’s lips, allowing him to taste himself, a groan erupting from his throat as he did so, his hand wandering off towards the night stand to retrieve something.
“Chase…” Reid hissed, those attentive fingertips stroking along his thighs, and waking his arousal all over again.
He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes sultry and hooded a she pulled the blonde up, changing the position, his eyes flashing black momentarily to rid himself of such constricting clothing.
Now leaning back on the bed with Reid straddling him, Chase took the opportunity to press his lips to pale flesh at Reid’s pulse point, slicking his fingers with the lube that he had grabbed from the night stand, and wasting no time in teasing the blonde’s puckered entrance.
“Em…” He whimpered out, chewing on his bottom lip as that teasing finger pushed past the tight little ring of muscle, and into his body, twisting about, pushing deeper and sliding through the lube,
He added another finger, watching in delight as that sexy body arched against the touch, especially when he found the bundle of nerves that sent Reid jarring forward, a choked sob echoing from his throat.
“Hm, so sensitive, it’s rather cute,” Chase smiled adoringly, pushing knuckle deep, and watching in delight as his head rolled back, a long, loud moan filling the space of the room
“Chase…” Reid whimpered, his hips bucking on those fingers, his cock twitching with the pleasure coursing through his body, “please…”
“Whatever you want, lover,” the eldest son purred, sliding his fingers out in favor of lubing up his own straining erection, moaning at just how hard he was. Slowly, he slid his hands up pale thighs, trailing up to take hold of narrow hips, whilst Reid’s hands settled upon his broad shoulders.
Slowly, the blonde pushed down on the thick length that pressed against his entrance, savoring the sweet feeling of being filled, his head falling back to part his lips, moaning out.
“So tight,” Chase panted, his hips lifting up to thrust into the blonde, fucking him nice and slow. His hand slid up Reid’s back, tangling in disheveled locks so he could coax the younger son into a kiss, where tongues intertwined, and fought for dominance.
A spiral of heat took root low in the younger son’s stomach, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust into his achingly hot body. His eyes fluttered shut, and his lips parted further, his words lost to only sounds of unadulterated pleasure that left him feeling numb, but in a good way.
Moaning out right along with his lover, Chase’s hand slid between their bodies, to wrap around Reid’s throbbing cock, timing his strokes with the precise jabs to his prostate.
“Ah…Chase…gonna…” Reid cried out, his back going ridged with pleasure, as the waves of his orgasm crashed over him, cumming hard between the two of them.
“Shit…” The older son cursed loudly, as Reid’s orgasm pulled his away, milking him of every ounce of cum, just as he was doing to the blonde, his hand still moving, albeit slower.
“Emph!” He whimpered out, sounding more like pain than pleasure, his hand shooting down to grip Chase’s wrist to stop him from stroking.
He nipped gently at pale skin in apology, grunting as he slid from the wet heat that surrounded his cock, only to pull Reid into a tender kiss, pulling him back to lay against him.
“Thank you…” The blonde murmured sleepily, nuzzling into Chase as exhaustion overwhelmed him.
Meanwhile…
Tyler sat up straight in bed gasping; that dream, it had been so real. The moaning, the way Chase had touched Reid, all of it seemed as if he were there in a front row seat.
Chase couldn’t be back, could he? He knew Reid didn’t come back to the dorms, but it was impossible that the Putnum line still existed.
Shakily, he reached for the night stand, grabbing his cell phone, and instantly dialed Caleb’s number
Baby boy…that dream? Caleb murmured, the worry in his voice mirroring Tyler’s thoughts.
“Yeah, do you think Pogue…” He began, only to be interrupted
He called me a few minutes ago…it was the same thing. Is Reid there now?
”No, that’s why I’m worried, especially the last thing from that dream,”
What, Ty?
“He said not to worry about it, Chase I mean…he said he would…take care of Reid…”
Definitely not good, baby boy. We have to find him...
Summary: Even if he doesn’t let it show, being called a slut by his brothers hurt
Rating:M
Pairing: Chase/Reid
A/N: I have no idea where this came from, one minute I was reading fiction where everyone even Tyler called Reid a slut, the next this popped into my mind. OOC in the part of Chase, he may have been evil, but come on, he can change, right? It’s my take on characters, a’ight? Definitely not beta'd
Feedback: *Nods vigorously* Pwease, this one’s a little weird…
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Reid never let it show, he never let anyone see the pain that he secretly felt when his brothers, the ones that were supposed to love him would look at him with such vehemence and mild dominance and bitterly spit that one word,
Slut
It was as if someone had etched the very word into his skin, like a gleaming red tattoo that never seemed to go away.
Icy blue eyes stared upwards into the star spotted sky as he stood outside of the dorms of Spenser academy, his pride, his body, and his ego were bruised from the previous night’s actions; the thoughts of how Caleb had shamelessly slammed into him, repeating that one thing over and over,
How do you like it slut? You like it when I punish you like that
He was everyone’s little fuck toy it seemed, even if they had someone; Pogue had Kate, and Caleb had Sarah and as for Tyler, let’s just say that baby boy wasn’t that picky towards the option - who knew he could be so damn domineering though.
“Shit,” He murmured, blinking bag the tears that fogged his vision, don’t cry. Don’t cry…
“Aw, poor thing,” A vaguely familiar voice mused from behind him, drawing for his attention, and putting his guard up. There standing in the shadows was the one person that he believed to be dead, Chase Goodwin Pope, “what’s wrong, surprised to see me, Reid?”
“I thought you were dead,” The blonde snarled angrily, although, after what had happened, that anger had little backing it up; if it hurt Caleb, hurt all of the other sons, it nagged at the back of his mind.
“Never mind that, you looked rather sad,” Chase purred, his eyes not appearing ruthless as they use to be, instead, they were gentle, and dare one say it…caring.
“Why the fuck do you care? All you want is power,” He admonished, his brows angling with anger
“That was what I wanted, but even there are things one desires more than power,” He murmured, speaking as if he were a philosopher in his own right.
Narrowing his eyes, Reid stepped back, only to wince at the bruises that marred his hips and thighs from such hard “punishment.”
“You’re hurt,” Chased cooed gently, stepping closer, his fingertips brushing against the blonde’s arm before he seized it, and pulled him closer, gingerly, “from them I assume,”
He stayed silent, averting his blue orbs from the brothering hue that looked at him like a lover would, not in that spiteful way that Tyler’s eyes did just days ago.
“I see,”
His iced blue eyes flashed with inferno of use before turning completely black. Before Reid could protest in the matter, they had already been transported somewhere, a room it looked like, one he didn’t recognize.
“Where…” Reid began, but a pair of arms wrapped around his narrow waist, a pair of lips touching to the back of his neck causing his breath to hitch, “what’re you doing?”
“I know what they’ve done to you ya know,” Chase murmured between kisses at pale skin, “it’s not right…liking sex is so much different than being a slut,”
His breath hitched, head falling to the side when those lips attacked one particular spot with tiny nips
“Your front isn’t to be taken lightly, you aren’t like that all the time’ you aren’t beyond deserving adoration,” He cooed like that of a lover, hands trailing up beneath the sweatshirt he wore over a t-shirt, feeling out the smooth plains of skin, being gentle of what he knew to be “punishment” markings.
Reid couldn't help it. God when was the last time he’d felt a gentle touch like that where it was purely unconditional? His eyes fluttered shut, his hips pushing back, wanting more than that…
Wanting more than that? He really was a slut.
“No you’re not…” Chase muttered as if he had read his mind, his tongue trailing down over the flesh beneath his lips, “you’re human, you like to feel,”
A shuddering breath pushed past his lips, those words were so reassuring, so loving…
Suddenly, the eldest son pulled back, in favor of stripping off his own jacket and shirt, before doing the same for Reid. That’s when his stormy blue eyes drank in the small red markings, the bite marks and small bruises that covered pale flesh.
A small sound of disdain fell from his lips, his eyes narrowing; he pushed Reid backwards until his the back of his knees hit the bed behind him. From there, he leaned down, and pressed his lips to Reid’s.
Tentative at first, the blonde raised his hand to place on the oldest son’s shoulder, his eyes falling shut at the soft, almost sweetness of the kiss, however it was quickly broken when Chase’s lips bypassed his neck, and laved his tongue across his collarbone working downwards.
“Ugh…” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering at the caress of a sweet mouth, and attentive hands, his body coming to life as a rush of blood shot down his groin, hardening his cock.
That talented tongue slide further down his body, laving against his nipples slowly and seductively until pebble hard; it was only after he continued to the markings that marred his flesh that the wave of emotion hit.
“So sweet, too sweet…” Chase purred, replacing his tongue with gentle nips, and butterfly kisses to all the spots that seemed to be bruised, or scratched, “To be hurt…”
Real or fake, Reid’s heart swelled at the compliment, causing him to arch against the mouth on his flesh.
Panting, icy blue eyes looked down to watch as he easily popped the button of his jeans down, before taking the zipper between his teeth, tugging it down; so slow, too slow.
“Patience,” He cooed, slender fingers moving quickly to slip both his boxers and jeans off, exposing more pale skin, and his engorged erection
“Chase,” Reid groaned, but he barely had time to allow it to pass his lips for the eldest son wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him slowly, but with a strong grip that felt more like a vice, “shhhiiiitttt….”
With no words to reply, Chase leaned in, his lips pressing against Reid’s, his tongue slipping in and out of his hot mouth, the actions representing just what he wanted to do to the sexy body lying beneath him, all the while, picking up a bit of speed in his strokes.
How could something so simple feel so damned good? That’s what he wondered just before all thought vanished from his mind, the stroking, the heaving kissing, it was so much.
“Ah…Chase,” the blonde panted, saliva trailing from their lips down his chin, his breaths airy from panting whilst his hips bucked upwards, wanting more friction.
“Come for me, baby,” He ordered in a whisper, flicking his thumb through the pearly bead of pre cum over the head, while his grip grew a bit tighter,
“Oooooh!” He wailed against Chase's lips, his hips arching upwards as thick ribbons of cum shot outward, and onto his hand,
Reid lay there panting, his mind nearly numb from the strong orgasm that ripped through his body. A hot red flush taking to his cheeks when Chase lifted his hand up to lick Reid’s essence away, their eyes locking. His gaze so heated, so seductive.
The eldest son said nothing as he leaned inward to press a kiss to the blonde’s lips, allowing him to taste himself, a groan erupting from his throat as he did so, his hand wandering off towards the night stand to retrieve something.
“Chase…” Reid hissed, those attentive fingertips stroking along his thighs, and waking his arousal all over again.
He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes sultry and hooded a she pulled the blonde up, changing the position, his eyes flashing black momentarily to rid himself of such constricting clothing.
Now leaning back on the bed with Reid straddling him, Chase took the opportunity to press his lips to pale flesh at Reid’s pulse point, slicking his fingers with the lube that he had grabbed from the night stand, and wasting no time in teasing the blonde’s puckered entrance.
“Em…” He whimpered out, chewing on his bottom lip as that teasing finger pushed past the tight little ring of muscle, and into his body, twisting about, pushing deeper and sliding through the lube,
He added another finger, watching in delight as that sexy body arched against the touch, especially when he found the bundle of nerves that sent Reid jarring forward, a choked sob echoing from his throat.
“Hm, so sensitive, it’s rather cute,” Chase smiled adoringly, pushing knuckle deep, and watching in delight as his head rolled back, a long, loud moan filling the space of the room
“Chase…” Reid whimpered, his hips bucking on those fingers, his cock twitching with the pleasure coursing through his body, “please…”
“Whatever you want, lover,” the eldest son purred, sliding his fingers out in favor of lubing up his own straining erection, moaning at just how hard he was. Slowly, he slid his hands up pale thighs, trailing up to take hold of narrow hips, whilst Reid’s hands settled upon his broad shoulders.
Slowly, the blonde pushed down on the thick length that pressed against his entrance, savoring the sweet feeling of being filled, his head falling back to part his lips, moaning out.
“So tight,” Chase panted, his hips lifting up to thrust into the blonde, fucking him nice and slow. His hand slid up Reid’s back, tangling in disheveled locks so he could coax the younger son into a kiss, where tongues intertwined, and fought for dominance.
A spiral of heat took root low in the younger son’s stomach, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust into his achingly hot body. His eyes fluttered shut, and his lips parted further, his words lost to only sounds of unadulterated pleasure that left him feeling numb, but in a good way.
Moaning out right along with his lover, Chase’s hand slid between their bodies, to wrap around Reid’s throbbing cock, timing his strokes with the precise jabs to his prostate.
“Ah…Chase…gonna…” Reid cried out, his back going ridged with pleasure, as the waves of his orgasm crashed over him, cumming hard between the two of them.
“Shit…” The older son cursed loudly, as Reid’s orgasm pulled his away, milking him of every ounce of cum, just as he was doing to the blonde, his hand still moving, albeit slower.
“Emph!” He whimpered out, sounding more like pain than pleasure, his hand shooting down to grip Chase’s wrist to stop him from stroking.
He nipped gently at pale skin in apology, grunting as he slid from the wet heat that surrounded his cock, only to pull Reid into a tender kiss, pulling him back to lay against him.
“Thank you…” The blonde murmured sleepily, nuzzling into Chase as exhaustion overwhelmed him.
Meanwhile…
Tyler sat up straight in bed gasping; that dream, it had been so real. The moaning, the way Chase had touched Reid, all of it seemed as if he were there in a front row seat.
Chase couldn’t be back, could he? He knew Reid didn’t come back to the dorms, but it was impossible that the Putnum line still existed.
Shakily, he reached for the night stand, grabbing his cell phone, and instantly dialed Caleb’s number
Baby boy…that dream? Caleb murmured, the worry in his voice mirroring Tyler’s thoughts.
“Yeah, do you think Pogue…” He began, only to be interrupted
He called me a few minutes ago…it was the same thing. Is Reid there now?
”No, that’s why I’m worried, especially the last thing from that dream,”
What, Ty?
“He said not to worry about it, Chase I mean…he said he would…take care of Reid…”
Definitely not good, baby boy. We have to find him...