Wanna play?
Title: Wanna play?
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Whiplasher/Cat/William Beckett.
Rating: NC-17.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: William Beckett spends his evenings at the local bar. With a smirk, he hustles foreigners off their money in pool, and he always wins. But then he meets the couple and things end up quite differently...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Whiplasher or Cat or Will Beckett, they own themselves. I'm in no contact with them, and I make no money from this. Not true.
Author Notes: This is the part of the kink prompt series I share with Cary. My prompt was candle play - I will soon post the whole master post for the whole meme thingy. Also, I'm not a The Academy Is... fan, so I don't know much about William Beckett. I made this AU, but hopefully none of the fans will cringe at my characterisation.
Everyone around there knew him. The thin, tall boy who hung out at the bar every evening and hustled the tourists off their money in pool. He was damn good at it, smirking and teasing the macho hetero guys until they lost their tempter and bet a lot of money they were bound to lose.
And then he invited them for a beer, paying with money that used to be their just minutes ago.
Everyone knew him, and no one was surprised when they saw him light up as two guys walked in the bar one evening. One of them was clearly older, the dark hair tucked behind his ears, his hands in his pockets and smiling in a way you'd smile at an excited kid. The other was younger, perfectly styled up and babbling excitedly in some foreign language.
He watched them get to the bar and order beer, their accents surprisingly not as obvious as expected. He watched the younger down his beer all too quickly and then lean to the older, whispering something in his ear and nodding towards the pool table.
That was the right time. A smirk appeared on his face, pulling his pants just a little lower and exposing the soft skin of his lower stomach. “Wanna play?” he asked he as he stepped to the bar.
The two smirked back at him. The younger replied: “I'd definitely love to play with you,” and hell if he was talking about the pool. “I'm Eric,” he added and extended his hand.
“William.”
“Yeah, I think I wanna play, William,” the older spoke up, and William felt shivers running down his spine, the older's voice sounding different when he was speaking English, low and velvet and such a turn on.
“Great,” he replied and headed to the pool table, feeling a body equally thin as his own press against him as he stopped by it.
“Andreas is really good at playing,” Eric purred, and William wondered if everything the other boy said was going to have some sexual undertone.
He never lost the game quicker. With Eric pressing up against him, who did prove to be capable of putting sexual undertones into everything, as he smirked and touched William subtly and teasingly, and Andreas being really good at playing, his two tactics were used against him. Fifteen minutes later he was disbelievingly staring at the one dollar bank note in his palm.
Andreas gave it to him because Eric said he liked William.
And then they offered him to buy him beer. It was almost hilarious how they manage to use his own techniques against him again and again. William was too angry with himself to even consider going home sober, though, so he accepted the invitation.
Two beers and three shots of tequila later, William was leaning against the bar, giggling softly at the joke Eric had just, accompanied with a lot of gestures and interrupted by bursts of laughter, told him. The other boy seemed to be just as drunk as William felt, unlike Andreas, who was just watching them silently with a smirk that was making William want to say yes to whatever Andreas would ask him to do.
Then Andreas asked him if he wanted to go and get a drink with them at their hotel room, and William said yes.
During the whole taxi ride Eric kept kissing a spot right under William's ear, his fingers ghosting over William's jeans clad crotch, teasing him almost to the point of insanity. He didn't even protest when few minutes later, the boy pushed him on the bed, straddled him, and kissed him so hungrily William moaned in the kiss. His fingers tangled in Eric's thick raven strands, tugging harshly and moving his hips up, craving as much friction as he could get in this position.
“Eric,” Andreas spoke up, making Eric break the kiss and look up. “Klä av honom.” William looked curiously at the couple, not recognising the words, but at the same time feeling a shiver run down his spine once again. For some reason, Andreas managed to sound even sexier to him when speaking his mother tongue, whatever it might be. He felt too drunk to try and find out.
The thought was blown out of his brain as Eric skilfully undid the buttons on the shirt he was wearing, the button of his jeans following a second later. Before he could really try and do the same to Eric, his clothes were piled on the floor, and he was trapped under Eric's body, the boy's full lips soft and perfect against his own.
He whimpered softly when the contact was interrupted again, but any protests he might have wanted to say disappeared when Eric turned to the side, so that Andreas could kiss him deeply. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and it was obvious that they did it for show. It made William even harder than before.
“Please,” he whimpered, his drunk brain not caring that he was already begging. He felt hot and bothered and not nearly stimulated enough. He shuddered even more when Andreas broke the kiss and looked down at him.
“We have planned something special for you, boychild,” he said lowly, making William bite his lower lip. “Just trust us...”
William nodded immediately, his eyes shut and moaning because Eric slid lower, and wrapped his hand around his erection. “Just trust us. You will like it,” the younger repeated to William. With Eric's hand on his cock, William would agree to everything. Twice.
“Yes... please,” he whispered, arching his back. He felt the bed move as Andreas sat down.
“William,” Andreas said just as Eric let go of William's erection. He made a soft noise of protest, opening his eyes, then frowning slightly, confused.
Andreas was holding a small tea candle, a lit tea candle. William wasn't sure what Andreas wanted to do, but before he managed to ask, Andreas tilted the candle over William's stomach. The hot wax hit his skin at the same time as Eric took his erection in his mouth, and William let out a cry, overwhelmed by the mix of pain and pleasure, hot and burning, sensations that he discovered right then were turning him on a bit too much.
Hissing under his breath, he looked up at Andreas who smirked. “You like that, boychild,” the man breathed out, and William wasn't sure why the word, boychild, was sounding so sexual and sinful.
He nodded, and then moaned as Eric's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “Fuck, yes. Yes, I like it.”
Andreas spilled the hot wax on the centre of William's chest the next time, making him buck into Eric's mouth, and then over William's nipple. It was almost too much pain then, the skin all too sensitive. But only almost, and the burning sensation and his cock hitting the back of Eric's throat lightly pushed him over. He didn't even manage to warn the other boy as he came down his throat, and as Eric pulled back, on his cheek too.
He was lying on the bed, his body hot, heavy and boneless, not noticing Eric spitting the cum on the carpet, or Andreas blowing the candle off and putting it carefully on the table. “Turn around, boychild,” the man leaned to William then.
It felt like an impossible thing to do, but with the help of Andreas' surprisingly gentle hands he turned around, letting the other guide him into kneeling position. He still felt weak, but not as drunk and out of it as he was before, quite the opposite - he was well aware of what was going to happen now, and he felt surprisingly okay with it. Especially as he felt lube-slicked fingers teasing him, before slipping inside.
William was biting his lip, feeling a little over-sensitive to each touch, push and pull, when Eric slipped between the head of the bed and William. “Return the favour,” Andreas said lowly, and William leaned down obediently, licking Eric's erection a little clumsily. Guided by Eric's hands he took it in his mouth then, starting to move his head up and down.
Concentrated on Eric, the way his fingers tugged on William's hair and the way soft moans left Eric's full lips, it took him by surprise as Andreas leaned forward and whispered softly: “Ready?” It felt almost out of place, but William managed to nod a little, soon feeling the burning stretching.
Filled from both sides, and feeling dangerously thrilled in the dirtiest way possible, William concentrated on the feeling of Andreas in him, the way the man's erection felt when sliding deep inside him, pressing against his prostate and bringing him almost painful wave of pleasure, and on the feeling of Eric's cock in his mouth, the heaviness of it and that strange taste of precum.
It didn't last all that long. The couple was already worked up from watching William getting teased, and they came soon. Eric first, mumbling the soft warning and allowing William to pull back, and finish him off with hand, balancing on the other as Andreas continued fucking him until the man orgasmed as well, more of the foreign words escaping him as he released in the condom.
William's slight hard-on faded as he tangled himself out of the mess of the sweat-sticky limbs and dressed himself again. It seemed that both Andreas and Eric were asleep already as he tiptoed to the door of the hotel room, but he was proved wrong.
“Wanna play tomorrow, too, boychild?”
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Whiplasher/Cat/William Beckett.
Rating: NC-17.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: William Beckett spends his evenings at the local bar. With a smirk, he hustles foreigners off their money in pool, and he always wins. But then he meets the couple and things end up quite differently...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Whiplasher or Cat or Will Beckett, they own themselves. I'm in no contact with them, and I make no money from this. Not true.
Author Notes: This is the part of the kink prompt series I share with Cary. My prompt was candle play - I will soon post the whole master post for the whole meme thingy. Also, I'm not a The Academy Is... fan, so I don't know much about William Beckett. I made this AU, but hopefully none of the fans will cringe at my characterisation.
Everyone around there knew him. The thin, tall boy who hung out at the bar every evening and hustled the tourists off their money in pool. He was damn good at it, smirking and teasing the macho hetero guys until they lost their tempter and bet a lot of money they were bound to lose.
And then he invited them for a beer, paying with money that used to be their just minutes ago.
Everyone knew him, and no one was surprised when they saw him light up as two guys walked in the bar one evening. One of them was clearly older, the dark hair tucked behind his ears, his hands in his pockets and smiling in a way you'd smile at an excited kid. The other was younger, perfectly styled up and babbling excitedly in some foreign language.
He watched them get to the bar and order beer, their accents surprisingly not as obvious as expected. He watched the younger down his beer all too quickly and then lean to the older, whispering something in his ear and nodding towards the pool table.
That was the right time. A smirk appeared on his face, pulling his pants just a little lower and exposing the soft skin of his lower stomach. “Wanna play?” he asked he as he stepped to the bar.
The two smirked back at him. The younger replied: “I'd definitely love to play with you,” and hell if he was talking about the pool. “I'm Eric,” he added and extended his hand.
“William.”
“Yeah, I think I wanna play, William,” the older spoke up, and William felt shivers running down his spine, the older's voice sounding different when he was speaking English, low and velvet and such a turn on.
“Great,” he replied and headed to the pool table, feeling a body equally thin as his own press against him as he stopped by it.
“Andreas is really good at playing,” Eric purred, and William wondered if everything the other boy said was going to have some sexual undertone.
He never lost the game quicker. With Eric pressing up against him, who did prove to be capable of putting sexual undertones into everything, as he smirked and touched William subtly and teasingly, and Andreas being really good at playing, his two tactics were used against him. Fifteen minutes later he was disbelievingly staring at the one dollar bank note in his palm.
Andreas gave it to him because Eric said he liked William.
And then they offered him to buy him beer. It was almost hilarious how they manage to use his own techniques against him again and again. William was too angry with himself to even consider going home sober, though, so he accepted the invitation.
Two beers and three shots of tequila later, William was leaning against the bar, giggling softly at the joke Eric had just, accompanied with a lot of gestures and interrupted by bursts of laughter, told him. The other boy seemed to be just as drunk as William felt, unlike Andreas, who was just watching them silently with a smirk that was making William want to say yes to whatever Andreas would ask him to do.
Then Andreas asked him if he wanted to go and get a drink with them at their hotel room, and William said yes.
During the whole taxi ride Eric kept kissing a spot right under William's ear, his fingers ghosting over William's jeans clad crotch, teasing him almost to the point of insanity. He didn't even protest when few minutes later, the boy pushed him on the bed, straddled him, and kissed him so hungrily William moaned in the kiss. His fingers tangled in Eric's thick raven strands, tugging harshly and moving his hips up, craving as much friction as he could get in this position.
“Eric,” Andreas spoke up, making Eric break the kiss and look up. “Klä av honom.” William looked curiously at the couple, not recognising the words, but at the same time feeling a shiver run down his spine once again. For some reason, Andreas managed to sound even sexier to him when speaking his mother tongue, whatever it might be. He felt too drunk to try and find out.
The thought was blown out of his brain as Eric skilfully undid the buttons on the shirt he was wearing, the button of his jeans following a second later. Before he could really try and do the same to Eric, his clothes were piled on the floor, and he was trapped under Eric's body, the boy's full lips soft and perfect against his own.
He whimpered softly when the contact was interrupted again, but any protests he might have wanted to say disappeared when Eric turned to the side, so that Andreas could kiss him deeply. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and it was obvious that they did it for show. It made William even harder than before.
“Please,” he whimpered, his drunk brain not caring that he was already begging. He felt hot and bothered and not nearly stimulated enough. He shuddered even more when Andreas broke the kiss and looked down at him.
“We have planned something special for you, boychild,” he said lowly, making William bite his lower lip. “Just trust us...”
William nodded immediately, his eyes shut and moaning because Eric slid lower, and wrapped his hand around his erection. “Just trust us. You will like it,” the younger repeated to William. With Eric's hand on his cock, William would agree to everything. Twice.
“Yes... please,” he whispered, arching his back. He felt the bed move as Andreas sat down.
“William,” Andreas said just as Eric let go of William's erection. He made a soft noise of protest, opening his eyes, then frowning slightly, confused.
Andreas was holding a small tea candle, a lit tea candle. William wasn't sure what Andreas wanted to do, but before he managed to ask, Andreas tilted the candle over William's stomach. The hot wax hit his skin at the same time as Eric took his erection in his mouth, and William let out a cry, overwhelmed by the mix of pain and pleasure, hot and burning, sensations that he discovered right then were turning him on a bit too much.
Hissing under his breath, he looked up at Andreas who smirked. “You like that, boychild,” the man breathed out, and William wasn't sure why the word, boychild, was sounding so sexual and sinful.
He nodded, and then moaned as Eric's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “Fuck, yes. Yes, I like it.”
Andreas spilled the hot wax on the centre of William's chest the next time, making him buck into Eric's mouth, and then over William's nipple. It was almost too much pain then, the skin all too sensitive. But only almost, and the burning sensation and his cock hitting the back of Eric's throat lightly pushed him over. He didn't even manage to warn the other boy as he came down his throat, and as Eric pulled back, on his cheek too.
He was lying on the bed, his body hot, heavy and boneless, not noticing Eric spitting the cum on the carpet, or Andreas blowing the candle off and putting it carefully on the table. “Turn around, boychild,” the man leaned to William then.
It felt like an impossible thing to do, but with the help of Andreas' surprisingly gentle hands he turned around, letting the other guide him into kneeling position. He still felt weak, but not as drunk and out of it as he was before, quite the opposite - he was well aware of what was going to happen now, and he felt surprisingly okay with it. Especially as he felt lube-slicked fingers teasing him, before slipping inside.
William was biting his lip, feeling a little over-sensitive to each touch, push and pull, when Eric slipped between the head of the bed and William. “Return the favour,” Andreas said lowly, and William leaned down obediently, licking Eric's erection a little clumsily. Guided by Eric's hands he took it in his mouth then, starting to move his head up and down.
Concentrated on Eric, the way his fingers tugged on William's hair and the way soft moans left Eric's full lips, it took him by surprise as Andreas leaned forward and whispered softly: “Ready?” It felt almost out of place, but William managed to nod a little, soon feeling the burning stretching.
Filled from both sides, and feeling dangerously thrilled in the dirtiest way possible, William concentrated on the feeling of Andreas in him, the way the man's erection felt when sliding deep inside him, pressing against his prostate and bringing him almost painful wave of pleasure, and on the feeling of Eric's cock in his mouth, the heaviness of it and that strange taste of precum.
It didn't last all that long. The couple was already worked up from watching William getting teased, and they came soon. Eric first, mumbling the soft warning and allowing William to pull back, and finish him off with hand, balancing on the other as Andreas continued fucking him until the man orgasmed as well, more of the foreign words escaping him as he released in the condom.
William's slight hard-on faded as he tangled himself out of the mess of the sweat-sticky limbs and dressed himself again. It seemed that both Andreas and Eric were asleep already as he tiptoed to the door of the hotel room, but he was proved wrong.
“Wanna play tomorrow, too, boychild?”