HOMG...
Silent Hill slash...for the first time in months. Blame one of my friends for talking about chocolate milk one day XD.
"Will you stop fidgeting already?!"
"But...but...aahn, R-Richard you're m-m-making me ssso nervous..."
Richard Braintree sighed, rolled his eyes and looked down at the quivering form beneath him. Jasper Gein. He had to be about 30 but he still looked like a college kid. At the present time his chocolate brown eyes were widened in fear and apprehension. It was as if this was his first time...and he knew damn sure that it wasn't.
"Stay still will you!", he growled, tugging off that ridiculous shirt that the other man wore almost every day. Had some kind of funny looking human-animal thing on it.
"What the hell is this thing supposed to be anyway?"
"God."
"You fuckin' lunatic."
Jasper looked downcast for just a split second until he noticed that the other man's hands were moving to the top of his tight jeans. Yes please...please...no, no it's wrong. No I shouldn't be doing this!
"Nononono-nono-no NO!", he gasped in fear, "Please no...not that."
Richard sighed with frustration again. Jasper was always such a goddamn spaz when it came to things like this. Trauma? Problem childhood? Both? Whatever. Richard unbuttoned the jeans and slid down the zipper. A flutter of bright pink appeared on Jasper's pale cheeks as he bit down on his bottom lip.
"You're worse than a schoolgirl", muttered Richard, "Now you've made me want to fuck you even more."
"But I d-don't want to-"
"Really? I see someone else who seems to disagree with you..."
Damnit. Why now of all times to get hard? His boxers were becoming slightly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as that gaze that Richard had. Sometimes the man gave him the creeps. A sudden rush of cool air told him that he was now missing the bothersome clothing. Oh yes...no...no..oh no. He struggled to get away from the other man but was held in place by large calloused hands holding his ankles.
"Something tells me that you want this more than you are willing to admit...", purred Richard, trailing his hand down Jasper's lean body.
"No...n-no I d-d-don't want this", the younger man stammered.
Then he felt Richard's hand around his cock. Oh god...oh god no. He trembled, eyes fixed on his agressor. He bit his lip again to prevent himself from crying out as Richard's thumb massaged the head. No...this wasn't supposed to feel good. Yes...yes touch me more. Or skip this and screw me right here and now. No. Yes. No. Yes. No...YES!
Richard smirked as Jasper let out a strained moan. He continued working his hand over the mounting erection, feeling it twitch and throb in response. He knew that Jasper would give in...he always did. Richard leaned over and kissed his captive agressively, continuing to pleasure him. He could feel himself smirk as Jasper moaned into his mouth.
No...I won't do it. I won't fall for this again. Oh GOD his hand feels so GOOD. I wish for a second that it was someone else...no...he's gone. mmm Sein...no...no...Richard. I feel a single tear fall from the corner of my eye that happens every time I think of...him. Richard...please don't stop...please. I can feel my mind start to fog.
"Oh g-god, Richard I'm....I'm...hnnh"
He screams breathlessly and covers my hand in orgasm.
Good little whore.
Richard wiped his hand on the nearest thing, which happened to be Jasper's favorite t-shirt and began to head out the door.
"But Richard...what about..."
"You said you didn't want me to, right?"
And he was gone without another word. Jasper sighed as he looked at his now filthy shirt. He was still hard and on the brink of another orgasm that would never be had.
Richard...That Bastard...
"Will you stop fidgeting already?!"
"But...but...aahn, R-Richard you're m-m-making me ssso nervous..."
Richard Braintree sighed, rolled his eyes and looked down at the quivering form beneath him. Jasper Gein. He had to be about 30 but he still looked like a college kid. At the present time his chocolate brown eyes were widened in fear and apprehension. It was as if this was his first time...and he knew damn sure that it wasn't.
"Stay still will you!", he growled, tugging off that ridiculous shirt that the other man wore almost every day. Had some kind of funny looking human-animal thing on it.
"What the hell is this thing supposed to be anyway?"
"God."
"You fuckin' lunatic."
Jasper looked downcast for just a split second until he noticed that the other man's hands were moving to the top of his tight jeans. Yes please...please...no, no it's wrong. No I shouldn't be doing this!
"Nononono-nono-no NO!", he gasped in fear, "Please no...not that."
Richard sighed with frustration again. Jasper was always such a goddamn spaz when it came to things like this. Trauma? Problem childhood? Both? Whatever. Richard unbuttoned the jeans and slid down the zipper. A flutter of bright pink appeared on Jasper's pale cheeks as he bit down on his bottom lip.
"You're worse than a schoolgirl", muttered Richard, "Now you've made me want to fuck you even more."
"But I d-don't want to-"
"Really? I see someone else who seems to disagree with you..."
Damnit. Why now of all times to get hard? His boxers were becoming slightly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as that gaze that Richard had. Sometimes the man gave him the creeps. A sudden rush of cool air told him that he was now missing the bothersome clothing. Oh yes...no...no..oh no. He struggled to get away from the other man but was held in place by large calloused hands holding his ankles.
"Something tells me that you want this more than you are willing to admit...", purred Richard, trailing his hand down Jasper's lean body.
"No...n-no I d-d-don't want this", the younger man stammered.
Then he felt Richard's hand around his cock. Oh god...oh god no. He trembled, eyes fixed on his agressor. He bit his lip again to prevent himself from crying out as Richard's thumb massaged the head. No...this wasn't supposed to feel good. Yes...yes touch me more. Or skip this and screw me right here and now. No. Yes. No. Yes. No...YES!
Richard smirked as Jasper let out a strained moan. He continued working his hand over the mounting erection, feeling it twitch and throb in response. He knew that Jasper would give in...he always did. Richard leaned over and kissed his captive agressively, continuing to pleasure him. He could feel himself smirk as Jasper moaned into his mouth.
No...I won't do it. I won't fall for this again. Oh GOD his hand feels so GOOD. I wish for a second that it was someone else...no...he's gone. mmm Sein...no...no...Richard. I feel a single tear fall from the corner of my eye that happens every time I think of...him. Richard...please don't stop...please. I can feel my mind start to fog.
"Oh g-god, Richard I'm....I'm...hnnh"
He screams breathlessly and covers my hand in orgasm.
Good little whore.
Richard wiped his hand on the nearest thing, which happened to be Jasper's favorite t-shirt and began to head out the door.
"But Richard...what about..."
"You said you didn't want me to, right?"
And he was gone without another word. Jasper sighed as he looked at his now filthy shirt. He was still hard and on the brink of another orgasm that would never be had.
Richard...That Bastard...