Paul/Dylan fic!!!
I dont own Neighbours nor the characters blah blah, any character resembling a real person is purly coniencdental blah blah oh its rude, so very very rude
Ok so this is my first paul/dylan fic, I have one being beta’d so you’ll all have to wait for that. Any way, this is based, loosely on today episode in the UK. Izzy reluctantly leaves Paul realizing that there is little love left on his part. The short story takes place after Izzy has left and Paul makes a call.
Izzy slammed the door, chocking on tears. For all their games they did have love, just not the conventional kind.
Paul didn’t feel lost without her, he was board of her now, he wanted to play with his new “friends”. He took his mobile out, and selected…
“Hi Dylan, yeah Paul, so what are you doing in half an hour?”
Just like him to be direct, unromantic, an animal. He hung up and got a whisky, took one sip and left it on the side, limping to the bathroom, he washed his hands and face, put some aftershave on, expensive and aromatic. He had to admit the house did have a different feel, empty…an abrupt knock interrupted budding thoughts.
“Dylan, how nice of you to drop by, drink?” Dylan smiled and walked in. That smell, that comforting familiar smell. Paul led him to the kitchen, gave him a whisky. He looked different, more confidant, he had lost that bouncy puppy-ness. He still had that eager glint.
Dylan didn’t miss much, the house looked the same but it felt different, something was missing…Izzy, Izzy had gone.
“No chance of being disturbed?”
“No”
They left it at that.
He was still that boy that Paul had taken under his wing, still so eager to please. Now on his front, tied, gagged, Paul had a handful of hair, yanked back to expose the thumping artery in Dylan’s neck. He bit, nibbled while reaching round. Dylan arched his back, that plump arse in the air, giving Paul more room, always for Paul. He was dismayed that Paul kept still, he moan, swore round the gag and began grinding into the sheets beneath him, desperate to cum.
Paul was satisfied, he had the power back, he could get this boy to do what he wanted. He sighed in satisfaction that he had made Dylan cum. Brushed the hair out of his wet eyes, soothed him with cooing noises,
“Its okay puppy”
Ok so this is my first paul/dylan fic, I have one being beta’d so you’ll all have to wait for that. Any way, this is based, loosely on today episode in the UK. Izzy reluctantly leaves Paul realizing that there is little love left on his part. The short story takes place after Izzy has left and Paul makes a call.
Izzy slammed the door, chocking on tears. For all their games they did have love, just not the conventional kind.
Paul didn’t feel lost without her, he was board of her now, he wanted to play with his new “friends”. He took his mobile out, and selected…
“Hi Dylan, yeah Paul, so what are you doing in half an hour?”
Just like him to be direct, unromantic, an animal. He hung up and got a whisky, took one sip and left it on the side, limping to the bathroom, he washed his hands and face, put some aftershave on, expensive and aromatic. He had to admit the house did have a different feel, empty…an abrupt knock interrupted budding thoughts.
“Dylan, how nice of you to drop by, drink?” Dylan smiled and walked in. That smell, that comforting familiar smell. Paul led him to the kitchen, gave him a whisky. He looked different, more confidant, he had lost that bouncy puppy-ness. He still had that eager glint.
Dylan didn’t miss much, the house looked the same but it felt different, something was missing…Izzy, Izzy had gone.
“No chance of being disturbed?”
“No”
They left it at that.
He was still that boy that Paul had taken under his wing, still so eager to please. Now on his front, tied, gagged, Paul had a handful of hair, yanked back to expose the thumping artery in Dylan’s neck. He bit, nibbled while reaching round. Dylan arched his back, that plump arse in the air, giving Paul more room, always for Paul. He was dismayed that Paul kept still, he moan, swore round the gag and began grinding into the sheets beneath him, desperate to cum.
Paul was satisfied, he had the power back, he could get this boy to do what he wanted. He sighed in satisfaction that he had made Dylan cum. Brushed the hair out of his wet eyes, soothed him with cooing noises,
“Its okay puppy”