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Title: We Have To Party All Night
'Fandom': Olympus NY
Claim: Caleb Kelly
Prompt: 023. Lovers
Word Count: 811
Rating: NC-17
Time Frame: Mid-2000
Caleb didn't really know what he wanted. Not from Mona, anyway. He knew he wanted another pill, and maybe another joint. And he knew he wanted to feel good. But he didn't know if he wanted this. Seventeen and losing his virginity in the basement of the abandoned house where he and Mona and Viper went to get high after school. It seemed like a good idea, though, and suddenly Mona was in her underwear and straddling his lap and it was a very good idea. He didn't even have time to appreciate just how fucking pretty she looked in the blue-gray light before his eyes were closed and they were kissing, lips and tongues sliding together in a familiar dance.
"You should take your clothes off," a voice whispered in his ear, and Caleb drew away from Mona to blink slowly in Viper's direction. The other boy smiled wickedly, running his fingers through Caleb's hair and moving around the sofa to sit in an armchair across the room. "Your clothes, Caleb," he repeated when Caleb didn't move. "Can't fuck her with them on."
A mouth latching onto his throat reminded Caleb of Mona's presence, and he arched his back helplessly. It felt dirty, dirty and wrong and so fucking hot to be doing this with Viper watching, with him hissing in appreciation when Caleb finally yanked his t-shirt over his head. His pants were next, and there was suddenly a hand in his boxers, fingers wrapped around his dick that were far too feminine to be his own.
"Take off her bra," Viper instructed, and Caleb obeyed immediately, fumbling with the clasp until the silky fabric was falling away and her breasts were brushing his bare chest. He reached for them without waiting for a prompt, testing the weight with his hands before giving her nipples an experimental pinch. Mona's hand stilled and she threw her head back with a whimper. He did it again and again until they were pebbled and standing at attention and Mona was whining and mewling pitifully.
"Put your hand in her panties. Touch her cunt. Is she wet?"
"Yeah," Caleb whispered shakily, stroking two fingers over the moist flesh he'd discovered between her legs.
"Good," Viper purred. "Take them down and lay her on the couch." Caleb looked over at Viper, watching him stroke himself lazily. Another feeling of wrongdirty washed over Caleb and he pushed Mona down on the couch, sliding her underwear off. Now he could see what was going on, and he knelt between her legs, touching her again, watching her reactions, watching as she got even wetter with every brush of his fingertips.
"Take off your boxers," Viper said quietly, and Caleb pushed them down, carefully lifting the elastic band over the erection that he hadn't even noticed having. "Fuck her."
"Like this?" Caleb asked, hesitantly curling his fingers around his dick. "I mean I just...stick it in?" That was obviously the wrong thing to say, because Viper and Mona both sighed. "Show me, then," Caleb challenged, and Viper's lips curled. He stood, his cock still waving free from his pants as he crossed the room to climb onto the sofa behind Caleb.
"Like this," he murmured in Caleb's ear, gripping his hip with one hand and directing his cock with the other. Caleb watched himself disappear inside of Mona until he couldn't stand to keep his eyes open any longer, letting his head fall back against Viper's shoulder. "Poor little virgin," Viper crooned, chuckling in Caleb's ear and pushing his hips forward until he was completely buried inside of Mona. "How's that feel?"
"Jesus fucking Christ," Caleb blurted. Viper laughed again, gently brushing Caleb's hair back from his face.
"Now fuck her." Viper pulled away and Caleb's hips started moving on their own accord, thrusting against Mona, drawing delicious moans from her lips. The noises she made only egged him on, and he thrust faster, harder, filling the air with the sound of her cries, the sound of skin slapping together. The pressure was building in his groin, and Caleb could feel himself losing control. He could hear a voice somewhere in the background telling him not to come inside of her, and he wasn't sure how he'd managed to obey, but his world was suddenly exploding, and Mona's stomach was streaked with white, and Caleb was slumping backwards. He barely registered anything happening around him for a moment, but as his senses returned to him, he could feel Mona curling up on his chest and Viper's fingers running through his hair. Caleb hummed lowly as he wrapped his arms around Mona, sighing tiredly.
"Good job, kid," Viper murmured softly, sounding far away even though Caleb could feel him right there. A blanket being draped over him and Mona was the last thing Caleb registered before drifting into sleep.
'Fandom': Olympus NY
Claim: Caleb Kelly
Prompt: 023. Lovers
Word Count: 811
Rating: NC-17
Time Frame: Mid-2000
Caleb didn't really know what he wanted. Not from Mona, anyway. He knew he wanted another pill, and maybe another joint. And he knew he wanted to feel good. But he didn't know if he wanted this. Seventeen and losing his virginity in the basement of the abandoned house where he and Mona and Viper went to get high after school. It seemed like a good idea, though, and suddenly Mona was in her underwear and straddling his lap and it was a very good idea. He didn't even have time to appreciate just how fucking pretty she looked in the blue-gray light before his eyes were closed and they were kissing, lips and tongues sliding together in a familiar dance.
"You should take your clothes off," a voice whispered in his ear, and Caleb drew away from Mona to blink slowly in Viper's direction. The other boy smiled wickedly, running his fingers through Caleb's hair and moving around the sofa to sit in an armchair across the room. "Your clothes, Caleb," he repeated when Caleb didn't move. "Can't fuck her with them on."
A mouth latching onto his throat reminded Caleb of Mona's presence, and he arched his back helplessly. It felt dirty, dirty and wrong and so fucking hot to be doing this with Viper watching, with him hissing in appreciation when Caleb finally yanked his t-shirt over his head. His pants were next, and there was suddenly a hand in his boxers, fingers wrapped around his dick that were far too feminine to be his own.
"Take off her bra," Viper instructed, and Caleb obeyed immediately, fumbling with the clasp until the silky fabric was falling away and her breasts were brushing his bare chest. He reached for them without waiting for a prompt, testing the weight with his hands before giving her nipples an experimental pinch. Mona's hand stilled and she threw her head back with a whimper. He did it again and again until they were pebbled and standing at attention and Mona was whining and mewling pitifully.
"Put your hand in her panties. Touch her cunt. Is she wet?"
"Yeah," Caleb whispered shakily, stroking two fingers over the moist flesh he'd discovered between her legs.
"Good," Viper purred. "Take them down and lay her on the couch." Caleb looked over at Viper, watching him stroke himself lazily. Another feeling of wrongdirty washed over Caleb and he pushed Mona down on the couch, sliding her underwear off. Now he could see what was going on, and he knelt between her legs, touching her again, watching her reactions, watching as she got even wetter with every brush of his fingertips.
"Take off your boxers," Viper said quietly, and Caleb pushed them down, carefully lifting the elastic band over the erection that he hadn't even noticed having. "Fuck her."
"Like this?" Caleb asked, hesitantly curling his fingers around his dick. "I mean I just...stick it in?" That was obviously the wrong thing to say, because Viper and Mona both sighed. "Show me, then," Caleb challenged, and Viper's lips curled. He stood, his cock still waving free from his pants as he crossed the room to climb onto the sofa behind Caleb.
"Like this," he murmured in Caleb's ear, gripping his hip with one hand and directing his cock with the other. Caleb watched himself disappear inside of Mona until he couldn't stand to keep his eyes open any longer, letting his head fall back against Viper's shoulder. "Poor little virgin," Viper crooned, chuckling in Caleb's ear and pushing his hips forward until he was completely buried inside of Mona. "How's that feel?"
"Jesus fucking Christ," Caleb blurted. Viper laughed again, gently brushing Caleb's hair back from his face.
"Now fuck her." Viper pulled away and Caleb's hips started moving on their own accord, thrusting against Mona, drawing delicious moans from her lips. The noises she made only egged him on, and he thrust faster, harder, filling the air with the sound of her cries, the sound of skin slapping together. The pressure was building in his groin, and Caleb could feel himself losing control. He could hear a voice somewhere in the background telling him not to come inside of her, and he wasn't sure how he'd managed to obey, but his world was suddenly exploding, and Mona's stomach was streaked with white, and Caleb was slumping backwards. He barely registered anything happening around him for a moment, but as his senses returned to him, he could feel Mona curling up on his chest and Viper's fingers running through his hair. Caleb hummed lowly as he wrapped his arms around Mona, sighing tiredly.
"Good job, kid," Viper murmured softly, sounding far away even though Caleb could feel him right there. A blanket being draped over him and Mona was the last thing Caleb registered before drifting into sleep.