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[andyfraz]

Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Saturday, Decemeber 2, 2006 / 8.11pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins

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[andyfraz]

It was damn lucky then that Andy didn't want him to stop. Possibly ever. The feeling was too great, the smells were intense, the sounds? Amazing. Andy was quite vocal when it came to it but Bacchus didn't seem to be as such. He certainly couldn't remember any kind of noise last time, except when the boy had come. This one cut straight through him, making everything feel electric.

He tried to push his body off the bed, to at least make it easier for Bacchus to reach his cock, but it was nigh impossible under the weight of such muscles. Oh well, the older boy found a way to reach him. Andy made things a bit more difficult by pushing himself into the bed, but he couldn't help it! Bach was being particularly rough and the delicious combination of hard, hot ecstasy coming from both sides of his body was enough to drive him insane with desire.

The only thing really missing but the fact he couldn't see Bach. He wanted to kiss him, wanted to see the look of lust on his face each time he pushed into Andy. But there was no way he could remove himself from this submissive pose, because one, he literally couldn't move, and two, he really didn't want to pause what they were doing, even for a moment.

He'd have to settle on sound instead of sight which, for Andy, was almost as potent. He had a certain kink about voices.

"Bacchus? Talk to - oh god, fuck that's amazing - me." His voice dripped of sex as he uncurled one of his hands from the bedspread and manouvered it to his side, so he was touching Bacchus's side. "Wanna hear everyth - mmmrgh..."

[godofwines]

Talk and have sex at the same time...? That was.... hard!! Typical guy, Bacchus definitely had a one-track mind. While he was fucking Andy, he was thinking about fucking Andy. He was not thinking about talking to Andy, he was not thinking about the color of Andy's hair, he was not thinking about food (hard to believe, but it was true).

And so as Andy mumbled and fumbled or whatever the hell he was doing down there, Bacchus simply continued to push in and out, enjoying every second of it. He grunted, as he always did (hard not to), he moaned a couple of times. His lips even grew a little wet with saliva he didn't want to lick away just yet.

What seemed a more ideal way of dispelling said spit was by setting his mouth to as far on Andy as he could reach (the side of his delicious neck, by the way) and biting and licking it as furiously as he could. Each nip came with a thrust and each thrust was followed by a hearty kiss.

Oh Merlin, he loved the feeling of this boy around him. it was greater than any other ectasy he knew.

[andyfraz]

It wasn't like he wanted to have a conversation! He just wanted to be told he was pretty or something, maybe some reassurance that the older boy was enjoying himself. He knew he must be though, Bacchus was the one who was getting the room with a view after all, so to speak. All Andy could stare at was the bedspread and curtains underneath him.

But if Bacchus didn't want to do it, the younger boy wasn't going to force the issue. At least the boy was talking to him in general, he supposed he couldn't ask for more. I don't really deserve any more, he told himself and he returned to focusing on the task at hand.

He tilted his neck to an awkward angle, trying like hell to reach the boy's mouth but it was no use. The neck biting thing turned out pretty good though and he bit down into the doona, anxious to muffle the increasing pitch of his moans.

[godofwines]

Just tell him he was pretty? Damn, if only Bacchus could hear what was going on inside this boy's head! Andy, think Bacchus didn't think him pretty...! The nerve! Bacchus figured actions spoke louder than words and right now, Andy was fuckin' Miss Universe, tits and all. Not that Bacchus was a tits man, but hey. Andy was a fuckin' sunshine.

"Love....ly!"

That was all the beauty queen was going to get right now, though. But seriously? Bacchus thought him the most brilliant beam of sunlight right now, such was Andy's sweet beauty.

"Nnngh!"

Okay, Andy could have that noise too. It was more of a rutting noise than an affectionate one, but still, it was just as powerful. It was followed by a quick couple of gasps as the older boy pumped Andy with his hand and himself with Andy's sweet little ass.

He was so close right now.

[andyfraz]

The noises went over rather beautifully with Andy, who appreciated the shivers that were brought about by the low voice of Bacchus. Each gasp the older boy emitted sent a shock through Andy, from his ears all the way to his groin.

Bacchus wasn't the only one close. Andy could have come after just a couple of thrusts, if he had no self restraint. He had held back though, forced himself to wait for his friend because he knew the reward would be great; to feel Bacchus let go inside of him. To was, he was sure, bound to become an addiction. There was a reason he didn't drink, smoke or do drugs to the point of addiction. He was saving himself up for something more powerful than those three combined.

As Bach pulled back from his most recent thrust, Andy clenched, making himself extra tight for Bacchus' pleasure. He relaxed on the thrust in and then clenched again on the pull out.

[godofwines]

Andy's fantastic ass clenching was driving Bacchus batty with pleasure. Usually he longed for the thrust in, liking to feel himself push past all the tight muscles and feel the smooth flesh beneath him. But now he was getting more and more eager for the pull out, the feeling that almost seemed to him to be like Andy didn't want to let go of this piece of Bacchus. It was driving him mad with desire and pleasure.

He was almost starting to lose himself in the orgasm, his mind flitting rapidly from one bizarre thought to the next like he couldn't control it. He imagined himself for a split second, cuddled up with Andy, holding him close and feeling his breath against his neck, simply sleeping but beautifully sleeping. The image was oddly arousing to Bacchus, a boy who seldom thought of boys sleeping, not matter how often he thought of sleeping with boys.

He ground harder and harder on this thought, Andy's new technique causing him to grunt more and more with every pull out. His was coming fast, now, he could practically feel it.

And that was when the most bizarre thing happened.

Mixed with all his thoughts of Andy snoozing, a gentle breeze blowing over him, flower petals on the doona or whatever the fuck, Bacchus somehow felt the need to express himself.

"Love....fuck! You!"

[andyfraz]

That wasn't why Andy was doing the ass clench, but of course he didn't want to let go of Bacchus anyway. He rather thought that this feeling, the boy's cock rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending inside that part of him, was pretty much perfect.

As perfect a feeling the boy orgasm inside of him. He came then of course, lifting his groin off the bed briefly in a pretty neat feat of strength, before slamming his cock and Bacchus's hand back down. He was going to need the house elves to wash his sheets again but oh well.

Sparks of fire exploded inside of him but then...

"What did you say?" Of course, being coma-talk it came out sounding something like 'muffin texture?' He fought through the heavy fog and coalition of rainbow colouring in his head until he could finally open his eyes and focus.

"You can't say that." Right away, he knew he'd be in for trouble. He couldn't tell Bacchus what to do, the boy was unlikely to take to that kindly. He was sure to know how Andy cringed at the thought and Andy knew that Bacchus would know. Bacchus probably know that Andy knew that Bacchus knew as well, which made things worse (and also confusing).

[godofwines]

Wait, what did he say?

And what did Andy say?

The ingrained response Bacchus had from not only his mother, but nearly every other authority character came first, without Bacchus' real consent on the matter.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said, sharply, before realizing it was on his lips. Didn't matter much, anyway, it seemed to be what Andy was expecting. And why shouldn't he? Andy had Bacchus' character down pat.

"I mean... what? What do you mean?" he asked, looking a little sheepish. He was, in all honesty, trying to find a cover-up for his first set of words. He hadn't meant to say them! He didn't even think he meant them! He searched over the preivous couple seconds looking for some way to escape.

"I said, 'fuck you', which I was doing, so I think I can fuckin' say it, Frazer!" he growled, pulling himself free of Andy with more mental difficulty than physical difficulty.

"Don't be a pussy-ass bitch."

[andyfraz]

The sheepish look might have gotten to Andy. Like seeing the boy blush, it was so rare it almost felt like it should be forbidden in a naughty, kinky way. But unfortunately for him, he didn't see it as he was still face down in the bed.

His skin was hit with cool air the minute Bacchus rolled off him and all the hairs on his body stood up in protest. Andy rolled off the bed and stood at its side, finally getting a telling glance at Bacchus' face. Yeah, he was totally not happy.

Andy's ingrained response was to apologise then sit down and shut up, but unlike Bacchus, his mouth beat him to the reaction that might have been better.

"Bullshit." He looked down to the floor in submission (now there was his natural reaction) and then back to Bacchus, planting a frown on his face (and there was his inclination to fight). This might have been a bit confusing for the older boy. Every so often there were slight shimmerings of dom that crackled and fizzed on Andy most unexpectedly. It might be daunting for someone with little experience in this area of kink.

"I heard what you said." He did doubt himself for just a second, wondering if maybe he had misheard. He wasn't really listening after all, he'd been too busy focusing on his other senses. But no. He would have heard those words even if Bacchus had said them in mermish. They were so unfamiliar to him and yet there was something natural about them.

But they couldn't be said again.

"I don't want to hear them. I told you from the beginning..."

Not that he thought Bacchus meant them. Only Lou had ever loved Andy and he couldn't even hold onto that. It couldn't hurt (too badly) to put the warning out.

He looked down to the floor again and noticed his naked body. His stomach was splashed with drying evidence of his recent orgasm and suddenly feeling emabarrassed, he looked around for his wand to clean himself up.

[godofwines]

"Fuck you," Bacchus said, lightly. That HAD to be what he meant, hadn't it?? Why on EARTH would he say he loved frickin' ANDY of all people? Bacchus Donovan loved many things. He loved his family, he loved his pick-up, he loved Muggle television, he loved food (except food that was too spicy). He loved the smell of rain on pavement, he loved dogs, horses, and lions. He loved the Kenmore Kestrals. He loved Quidditch.

He did not love Andrew Frazer. End of story.

But once the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them even more than the original ones which had started this whole era of bad vibes. Not that he was gonna apologize! No, that wasn't how Bacchus Donovan operated.

"Don't...don't do that," he said, watching Andy taking out his wand.

"Don'tcha know priori incantaetum? Fuck, mate, think you wanted people to know you were a faggot, shit son."

He got up and grabbed a handerkerchief from his discarded jeans and threw it at Andy.

[andyfraz]

Andy tongued the inside of his cheek and looked at Bacchus sourly. The younger boy was clearly holding back on replying to Bach's snark. He squeezed his wand, which he had just picked up from underneath his shirt, and bent over again to pick up the hanky that Bach had so kindly threw at him.

He wiped the material over his skin, getting rid of all the sticky traces of enjoyment. It was like a metaphor for that very moment. Or some deep shit like that.

"We're back to this again, are we? Fucking ace." He whipped his wand at the curtains laying on the floor and they repaired themselves nicely. He was feeling quite on edge at the moment, as if he was coming down from ecstasy, which he realised was actually he case. His teeth ground together and if he could relate this to Bacchus in any way, it would be like getting nicotine without the joy of sucking on the cigarette.

"I'm not ashamed of being gay. I don't want people to know and why is my business, not yours. That's not a fucking crime and I'm sick of you making me feel bad about it." He threw the handkerchief into the bin beside his bed and sat down on the edge of his matress, facing away from the older boy.

[godofwines]

No matter how much Bacchus wanted to go over there and lick said sticky remembrances off Andy's gut, he knew he had to hold his ground. No sex now, not when Andy was being a shithead. Bacchus was going to have to get use to this rewards system.

"You fucking are, otherwise you wouldn't be such a cunt about it!"

He didn't bother keeping his voice down now, because he didn't give a bleeding shit who heard him, angry as he was.

In a perfect world? In a perfect world, he could have his cake and eat it too! In a perfect world, Andy would love him as much as Illiad loved Brinley Watson (douche-bag extraordinaire though he was), would give HIM that blind devotion! And he would get it in return from Bacchus, were this only a perfect world!

Only through this terrible thought did Bacchus realize the truth: he was in fucking love with Andrew Frazer.

Shit.

"You make me feel bad enough, arsehole," he grumbled, and when he grumbled it, he realized how mad he was at himself for his choice in words. His eyes fell back to the doona and he appeared to be blushing again, this time with shame.

"Sorry," he said, pulling his jeans on and not even bothering replacing his boxers underneath them.

[andyfraz]

It was funny, Andy was thinking the same thing. No sex now, not when Bacchus was being a shithead. But who were we kidding, if Bachcus offered, Andy would take it, no matter how lousy he might feel at the moment.

Noise level didn't matter, it was unlikely they could be heard. The party was probably in full swing by now.

He almost spilt out all the rubbish with his father. Maybe that would shut the boy up? Andy's death could be a very convenient way to keep Bacchus quiet. Although most likely not even then. It was lucky that the older boy spoke before Andy could.

"You make me feel bad enough, arsehole."

Well if that wasn't a kick in the gut, he didn't know what was. His back, pale but bright against the beam of moonshine that filtered in through the window, tensed and then slumped, as if finally giving into defeat. The apology meant nothing because one, he didn't know how rare it was for Bacchus to apologise, and two, he couldn't see his expression. If he'd seen the blush, he might've seen it was sincere.

"I'm sorry I make you feel that way." He heard the zip of the fly on Bach's jeans and knew he was leaving. Andy had expected them to talk after the sex, get all that cousin fucking business out of the road, but he hadn't expected to be dumped. For the second time in just about as many days, he might add.