Fly On The Windscreen 10/?
Title: Fly On The Windscreen
Author: maddonna001
Genre: My Bloody Valentine/Friday the 13th crossover
Pairing: Tom Hanniger/Clay Miller, implied Clay/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes up right as MBV ends. Tom escapes and meets Clay on the road. This story is about how two broken men meet and pick up the pieces together
Beta: The wonderful Sotia, aka. ssddgr
Warning: violence, mental illness
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, they belong to their owners, I’m doing this for just fun. OMC’s are 100% made up by me, I only took the face and name of some handsome Brazilian models, I don't own them either and I mean no harm.
Storyart: made by the extremely talented Jade aka. takacshedi
Title taken from Depeche Mode’s identically titled song, written by Martin L. Gore.
Word count in this chapter: 1394
The drive back to the motel was spent in silence. Clay was still a bit shocked about Tom’s behavior but he also found it incredibly hot. He didn’t know how to go on, how to act around Tom. Sure, David was out of the way now, and he was sure Tom and David had talked about him, but he didn’t know what Tom could have said. When he’d gotten back to the motel in the morning, he’d simply shut Clay out, refusing to talk. Then there had been that flirting at the bar, which had gotten interrupted by the bartender, but since then, Tom had been pure business.
Clay was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice that they arrived to their destination and Tom parked the car. They still hadn’t said a word to each other as they walked to their room, or when Tom opened the door and stepped in first. The silence was only broken as Tom grabbed Clay’s hand, pulled him in the room, kicked the door shut behind them and pushed Clay against it, holding his wrist in a firm grip, leaning close to his ear.
“You looked so fucking hot when you held that chickenshit in your tight grip, you had no idea how hard you made me,” Tom said, blowing a warm breath against Clay’s ear. “I wanted to bend you over that hot little car and fuck you right there, in the alleyway.”
Clay let out an audible moan, unable to hide his surprise and arousal any longer.
“You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” Tom went on. “Do you want me to do all the things I imagined to you? Suck you dry, fuck your ass raw, until you can feel me for a week?” said he asked, rubbing his crotch against Clay’s thigh.
The younger man was speechless-he was only able to whimper-and decided to resort to actions. He grabbed Tom’s head and smashed his lips against his, taking charge in kissing him.
There was nothing romantic about that kiss; it was brutal, passionate, more teeth than tongues, both men fighting for dominance, hands looking for a grip on the other’s body, denim covered cocks rubbing against each other. It was Tom who sneaked a hand between them first, popping the buttons of Clay’s fly, reaching inside the jeans, and grabbing Clay’s erection through the cotton of his briefs.
“You need this bad, don’t you?” he asked in a gruff voice. “Want me to jerk you off, dirty and quick. I bet you need only a few tugs and you’ll come hot in my hand.”
“Oh yes, please. Please,” Clay begged.
Tom let go of Clay’s cock and grabbed his hand, dragging him to his bed, then pushing him down on it. Taking total control of the situation, Tom pulled Clay’s jeans and briefs off, and straddled him.
Clay sat up with Tom in his lap and he started kissing Tom’s neck, while he pulled the other man’s shirt up, helping him to get it off. As soon as the shirt and the t-shirt under it hit the floor, Clay latched onto one of Tom’s nipples and started sucking and biting it, while he twisted the other one between his fingers. Tom threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open, and moaned. Lifting his head again, he pushed Clay off his chest, grabbed the taller man’s grey t-shirt and gave it a tug. “Off”, he said, then climbed off Clay and watched him as he got totally undressed. Still wearing his jeans, Tom climbed back on the bed, next to Clay and took Clay’s hard-on in his hand. He slowly started to jerk him off, applying just the right amount of pressure and making his hips jerk upwards rhythmically. As pleasure overtook Clay, his knees soon fell apart, spreading him open for Tom, who coated his index finger with his own saliva and pushed it against Clay’s hole, not entering, just gently making him feel his finger there, massaging the soft, puckered rim of it.
At the feeling of Tom’s finger, the younger man’s movements became frantic He started to fuck Tom’s fist, while trying to push down on the finger at his entrance, and get it to finally penetrate him. He succeeded, moaning when Tom’s digit slid inside him to the first knuckle. The intrusion was just what he wanted, but what made him pant with need was the look in Tom’s eyes, the possessiveness in them.
“That’s it; fuck yourself on my finger and fist. Come on, I wanna see you cum,” Tom ordered, taking in the sight of Clay falling apart between his hands. The young man was beautiful, the length of his beautifully tanned body glistening with sweat, squirming on the bed in ecstasy. Tom leaned as close to Clay’s face as his arms let him and guided him through his approaching orgasm, angling his finger inside Clay’s body to hit his prostate, while jerking his cock with long slow pulls. “That’s it. You have no idea how hot you look with your dick in my hand, shooting all over your belly. I wanna fuck you so bad, devour you, and worship your body all night.”
Clay groaned and sat up, kissing Tom, while reaching for the man’s fly. His mind getting clearer, he realized that Tom was not in the condition to actually fuck him yet. Attributing the lack of physical response to first time jitters, he smiled gently. “Hey, just lay back, let me…” he told Tom, as he got on all fours on top of him, and freed the man’s shaft from his underwear while planting soft kisses on his face and lips. He started kissing his way down to Tom’s groin, taking time to play with each of his nipples and admiring his abs on the way. When he tried to blow gentle kisses around Tom’s wound, Tom grabbed a handful of Clay’s hair, grasping his chin with the other hand and pulled Clay’s head away, showing him it wasn’t gentle kisses he was aching for. The younger man smiled at Tom’s aggressiveness and bit into the skin at the base of Tom’s cock. “Easy, tiger. I’ll get there pretty soon, don’t need to pull my hair,” he said, then trailed his tongue along Tom’s shaft from the base to its tip. He gave the slit a few licks, then closed his lips around the head. He began sucking hard just about the crown, licking up the tiny droplets of precome that started oozing from the slit.
“Gah, just suck me already,” Tom barked, taking Clay’s head in both of his hands. Pushing Clay’s hair out of his eyes, he looked into his face watching as his lover took his hard-on in those huge hands and started jacking him off while he licked and sucked on the head. “Stop teasing, take all of me in,” he all but growled, and threw his head back on the pillow as he felt Clay’s mouth welcoming him. The hot, wet feeling around his cock, the pressure of Clay’s tongue against the underside of, it was so intense, he couldn’t help but let a low, drawn-out moan escape his mouth. Still holding Clay’s head, his hips started moving up and down, fucking the mouth around him. Clay swirled his tongue, sucked hard, and pumped the length he couldn’t swallow with his fists, and only a few thrusts later Tom was coming in the younger man’s mouth, almost chocking him as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm. Still, Clay only pulled off when he felt Tom’s dick soften in his mouth. Swallowing with an audible gulp, he climbed up Tom’s body, wiped off the few droplets of sweat off his lover’s forehead and planted a kiss on it. Seeing Tom was starting to doze off, almost completely out, Clay let himself drift off too.
He was on the verge between wakefulness and sleep when he heard Tom murmur something. A simple sentence that would have frozen the blood in his veins if he had been fully awake, but which he couldn’t care less about, now that they have finally stepped over the line separating friends from lovers.
What Tom said as Clay was enjoying his happy post-orgasmic chill was, “This is much better than killing people.”
Ch11
Author: maddonna001
Genre: My Bloody Valentine/Friday the 13th crossover
Pairing: Tom Hanniger/Clay Miller, implied Clay/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes up right as MBV ends. Tom escapes and meets Clay on the road. This story is about how two broken men meet and pick up the pieces together
Beta: The wonderful Sotia, aka. ssddgr
Warning: violence, mental illness
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, they belong to their owners, I’m doing this for just fun. OMC’s are 100% made up by me, I only took the face and name of some handsome Brazilian models, I don't own them either and I mean no harm.
Storyart: made by the extremely talented Jade aka. takacshedi
Title taken from Depeche Mode’s identically titled song, written by Martin L. Gore.
Word count in this chapter: 1394
The drive back to the motel was spent in silence. Clay was still a bit shocked about Tom’s behavior but he also found it incredibly hot. He didn’t know how to go on, how to act around Tom. Sure, David was out of the way now, and he was sure Tom and David had talked about him, but he didn’t know what Tom could have said. When he’d gotten back to the motel in the morning, he’d simply shut Clay out, refusing to talk. Then there had been that flirting at the bar, which had gotten interrupted by the bartender, but since then, Tom had been pure business.
Clay was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice that they arrived to their destination and Tom parked the car. They still hadn’t said a word to each other as they walked to their room, or when Tom opened the door and stepped in first. The silence was only broken as Tom grabbed Clay’s hand, pulled him in the room, kicked the door shut behind them and pushed Clay against it, holding his wrist in a firm grip, leaning close to his ear.
“You looked so fucking hot when you held that chickenshit in your tight grip, you had no idea how hard you made me,” Tom said, blowing a warm breath against Clay’s ear. “I wanted to bend you over that hot little car and fuck you right there, in the alleyway.”
Clay let out an audible moan, unable to hide his surprise and arousal any longer.
“You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” Tom went on. “Do you want me to do all the things I imagined to you? Suck you dry, fuck your ass raw, until you can feel me for a week?” said he asked, rubbing his crotch against Clay’s thigh.
The younger man was speechless-he was only able to whimper-and decided to resort to actions. He grabbed Tom’s head and smashed his lips against his, taking charge in kissing him.
There was nothing romantic about that kiss; it was brutal, passionate, more teeth than tongues, both men fighting for dominance, hands looking for a grip on the other’s body, denim covered cocks rubbing against each other. It was Tom who sneaked a hand between them first, popping the buttons of Clay’s fly, reaching inside the jeans, and grabbing Clay’s erection through the cotton of his briefs.
“You need this bad, don’t you?” he asked in a gruff voice. “Want me to jerk you off, dirty and quick. I bet you need only a few tugs and you’ll come hot in my hand.”
“Oh yes, please. Please,” Clay begged.
Tom let go of Clay’s cock and grabbed his hand, dragging him to his bed, then pushing him down on it. Taking total control of the situation, Tom pulled Clay’s jeans and briefs off, and straddled him.
Clay sat up with Tom in his lap and he started kissing Tom’s neck, while he pulled the other man’s shirt up, helping him to get it off. As soon as the shirt and the t-shirt under it hit the floor, Clay latched onto one of Tom’s nipples and started sucking and biting it, while he twisted the other one between his fingers. Tom threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open, and moaned. Lifting his head again, he pushed Clay off his chest, grabbed the taller man’s grey t-shirt and gave it a tug. “Off”, he said, then climbed off Clay and watched him as he got totally undressed. Still wearing his jeans, Tom climbed back on the bed, next to Clay and took Clay’s hard-on in his hand. He slowly started to jerk him off, applying just the right amount of pressure and making his hips jerk upwards rhythmically. As pleasure overtook Clay, his knees soon fell apart, spreading him open for Tom, who coated his index finger with his own saliva and pushed it against Clay’s hole, not entering, just gently making him feel his finger there, massaging the soft, puckered rim of it.
At the feeling of Tom’s finger, the younger man’s movements became frantic He started to fuck Tom’s fist, while trying to push down on the finger at his entrance, and get it to finally penetrate him. He succeeded, moaning when Tom’s digit slid inside him to the first knuckle. The intrusion was just what he wanted, but what made him pant with need was the look in Tom’s eyes, the possessiveness in them.
“That’s it; fuck yourself on my finger and fist. Come on, I wanna see you cum,” Tom ordered, taking in the sight of Clay falling apart between his hands. The young man was beautiful, the length of his beautifully tanned body glistening with sweat, squirming on the bed in ecstasy. Tom leaned as close to Clay’s face as his arms let him and guided him through his approaching orgasm, angling his finger inside Clay’s body to hit his prostate, while jerking his cock with long slow pulls. “That’s it. You have no idea how hot you look with your dick in my hand, shooting all over your belly. I wanna fuck you so bad, devour you, and worship your body all night.”
Clay groaned and sat up, kissing Tom, while reaching for the man’s fly. His mind getting clearer, he realized that Tom was not in the condition to actually fuck him yet. Attributing the lack of physical response to first time jitters, he smiled gently. “Hey, just lay back, let me…” he told Tom, as he got on all fours on top of him, and freed the man’s shaft from his underwear while planting soft kisses on his face and lips. He started kissing his way down to Tom’s groin, taking time to play with each of his nipples and admiring his abs on the way. When he tried to blow gentle kisses around Tom’s wound, Tom grabbed a handful of Clay’s hair, grasping his chin with the other hand and pulled Clay’s head away, showing him it wasn’t gentle kisses he was aching for. The younger man smiled at Tom’s aggressiveness and bit into the skin at the base of Tom’s cock. “Easy, tiger. I’ll get there pretty soon, don’t need to pull my hair,” he said, then trailed his tongue along Tom’s shaft from the base to its tip. He gave the slit a few licks, then closed his lips around the head. He began sucking hard just about the crown, licking up the tiny droplets of precome that started oozing from the slit.
“Gah, just suck me already,” Tom barked, taking Clay’s head in both of his hands. Pushing Clay’s hair out of his eyes, he looked into his face watching as his lover took his hard-on in those huge hands and started jacking him off while he licked and sucked on the head. “Stop teasing, take all of me in,” he all but growled, and threw his head back on the pillow as he felt Clay’s mouth welcoming him. The hot, wet feeling around his cock, the pressure of Clay’s tongue against the underside of, it was so intense, he couldn’t help but let a low, drawn-out moan escape his mouth. Still holding Clay’s head, his hips started moving up and down, fucking the mouth around him. Clay swirled his tongue, sucked hard, and pumped the length he couldn’t swallow with his fists, and only a few thrusts later Tom was coming in the younger man’s mouth, almost chocking him as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm. Still, Clay only pulled off when he felt Tom’s dick soften in his mouth. Swallowing with an audible gulp, he climbed up Tom’s body, wiped off the few droplets of sweat off his lover’s forehead and planted a kiss on it. Seeing Tom was starting to doze off, almost completely out, Clay let himself drift off too.
He was on the verge between wakefulness and sleep when he heard Tom murmur something. A simple sentence that would have frozen the blood in his veins if he had been fully awake, but which he couldn’t care less about, now that they have finally stepped over the line separating friends from lovers.
What Tom said as Clay was enjoying his happy post-orgasmic chill was, “This is much better than killing people.”
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