Smother Me.
Title: Smother Me.
Author: Jess>>>> bangxbangxdie7
Pairing: Quinn/Bert
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: You're going to be my sex kitten.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't copy.
Author Note: Dedicated to the lovely Maria =] she thought up the whole thing, all credit goes to her.
Warning: SEMI-RAPE
The last day of warped tour. The hottest day of the summer. Or so it seems. Bert never knew why the warm weather made him happy. Not that kind of happy. Not the 'happy' that involves smiles and laughter. The happy 'downstairs.'
The happy where all he wants to do is fuck the first thing with legs that passes by. Well not today, anyway. Today is different. Bert looks to his left and sees his guitarist, wiping sweat off of his forehead.
Quinn is hot. Like, really hot. In both meanings. Most people just see him as this little boy cute- aw let me pinch those cheeks. Not Bert. When Bert looks at Quinn...all he sees is a sex kitten. Well, mainly because Bert wants him to be a sex kitten, so that's how he sees him, but still. Bert licks his lips and sighs.
"Quinn. You wanna go back to the bus with me? It's too hot out." He asks with frustration in his voice.
As the seconds go by the more he wants to have his way with his friend.
"Yeah, sure if you want. Jeph and Dan are trying to get people to help with their games. Do you want me to get them too?"
Bert quickly shakes his head. He wants Quinn all to himself. He actually thought once or twice about letting Jeph or Dan watch...being that Bert is a freak sometimes. His has power issues. He wants to abuse power. If he were to let someone watch, they wouldn't be able to join in. Because that would mean Bert's power is being taken slightly from him.
"Alright, man. Let's go. You know what sounds good? Getting drunk."
For once in Bert's life he doesn't want to get drunk. He wants to be able to remember his time with Quinn. Being that surprisingly, it will be Quinn and Bert's first time ever sleeping together. Bert feels bad that Quinn doesn't know about it yet- but he will soon enough.
"Nah, Quinn. Too early to get drunk. It's what, five thirty? Let's wait."
Quinn gasps, running a little to catch up with Bert. "Wow. You want to WAIT to get drunk? That...that- are you sick? Do you have a liver problem we don't know about do-"
"Quinn. I'm fine. I just. Don't feel like it."
The brunette holds his hands out in surrender form. "Alright alright. I'll wait too."
Bert smiles in a way that scares him. He feels happy (the normal kind of happy this time) because Quinn would rather wait to get drunk than to get drunk without him.
Once they arrive at the bus and get on, it feels like a relief. The bus isn't that much cooler than outside, but the difference is definitely noticeable. Bert's hands tap at his sides with an unknown nervousness. He can't just come out and ask Quinn if he wants to have sex. It's kind of random. They weren't even talking about it on the way to the bus, or anytime recently.
Maybe Bert can manipulate Quinn a little. Try to get him nice and relaxed and than make his move. Or maybe he can forget about the relaxing part. That's no fun. The heat is getting to him. He's been all hot and bothered since the set ended, and there's no point to take the time for Quinn to get relaxed.
"Hey, Quinn. Can you uh. Maybe come over here?"
Of course, Quinn is like a puppy, he'll come when he's asked and he'll do what he's asked.
Bert is standing close to him, not only because that's the only option, but because he wants to. The smallness of the bus is just an excuse.
"You want to know what sounds better than getting drunk?"
The brunette cocks his eyebrow. "No. What?"
Bert looks down at his own pants. "Getting laid."
Quinn laughs and nods. "Yeah, I guess that does sound better come to think of it."
Bert nods. He's playing his cards right. "Whens the last time?"
Quinn scratches the back of his head. "Last week I think."
No, no. Not answering the right question, Quinn. "Not by a girl."
He gasps and turns a light pink. "God, Bert! How- well. I-" he sighs. "A long time ago. How did you even know about that?"
Besides the fact that he's clearly obvious? It's written all over his face. Or it was, rather.
"It doesn't matter. I'm so fucking horny." The blonde touches Quinn's face, making him back up a bit.
"Wait, man. I...I'm just not feeling it right now."
Bert pouts his lips and grabs the front of his friends pants. "I can change that."
Quinn doesn't know what to do. The truth is, he hasn't been fucked in over a year. Yeah, he's messed around with guys over the months. Never full out sex. But that's what Bert wants. He's not going to settle with a cheap hand job or anything. His thoughts are temporarily interrupted with a gasp when he feels himself react to his friends touch.
"C-Come on, Bert. Don't. I...I don't want to."
The tiny little factor of Bert being his best friend and band mate? Yeah, that is a problem for Quinn. It will be weird.
He's known this guy for over 5 years and now? What are they doing? Quinn puts his hand over Bert's, trying to pry it away.
"Don't fight me, Quinn. You're hard and ready," he whispers. "...and so am I."
Bert acts fast and pulls the romance card for a second, tilting his chin and crashing his lips to Quinn's. Bert and Quinn always kiss. Every kind of kiss imaginable. Soft, slow, hungry, desperate, short, long, wet, quick; you name it.
But this one...it's a lusty kiss. More than desperation. It's flat out NEED. Bert needs Quinn.
In the process of the kiss Bert takes off Quinn's shirt and after he unzips the younger boys pants. Quinn immediately turns his head out of the kiss. "Bert, please, no..." he begs with fear laced in his request.
It doesn't effect Bert, unfortunately for Quinn. "Quinn don't be difficult. You have no idea how bad I wanna fuck you." he says, tugging Quinn's pants fully down.
Bert takes off his own shirt, attacking Quinn's neck with his teeth. "You really gonna rape me, Bert?" Quinn asks, sensually sliding his fingers up Bert's sides.
The older man bites down on the youngers' flesh. "Yeah." he breathes against it.
His words make Quinn angry. He doesn't want to be forced into sex. Even though everything seems okay now, in a few moments everything will change. Bert will be inside of him without his permission.
The last person to ever be inside him was his boyfriend James. Yes. The one from 18 visions. But still. Quinn had really loved James. He's not the type to just go out and fuck anyone.
Alright, okay that's a lie. He would have sex with random girls but girls are different.
With guys...Quinn would never give himself to a guy he didn't love.
Bert...Quinn loves Bert sure. As a best friend. Not a lover. And as much as he's against what's happening? It is. And there's nothing he can do.
Within seconds Bert is down to his boxers, his lips still roaming around Quinn's half naked body. "You're so sexy, Quinn. Can't wait to fuck you."
Quinn curses himself for staying hard this whole entire time, but it's not his fault. When someone has their lips on your skin and their hand wrapped around your dick, you can't exactly help it.
Bert tugs at Quinn's boxers and pushes him down on his hands and knees.
Quinn feels like crying. Honestly. If he had a choice he would at least pick a bunk, or possibly the couch. Not the floor. It's degrading and he doesn't like it. But of course Bert's going to take him like a dog, that's his only way.
"Fuck you, Bert." Quinn says with full meaning.
"Don't worry, I will."
Bert has the decency to suck on his fingers and slowly but surely prepare his friend. His motive is to get off, not tear Quinn apart. "You're tight."
Quinn feels like puking. "Shut up."
Bert gets smart and twists the two fingers, causing Quinn to yelp in pleasure. Quinn hates Bert right about now. He hates himself even more, though.
Bert slips his fingers out, spits on his hands and coats himself generously. The younger mans nails scrape at the rug while he's being entered. Bert is taking his years virginity and part of his dignity as well, and nothing has ever felt worse. Bert lets out a sigh of relief and settles himself. Both his hands run up and down Quinn's smooth back, squeezing a bit at his neck, helping him relax.
"Are you okay?" It isn't like Bert cares. He just doesn't want Quinn to cry. Screaming and begging is different. Crying? Crying just makes him feel bad.
"No, but you're going to fuck me anyway. So go ahead."
"Good boy." Bert whispers, pulling almost all the way out and shoving himself all the way back in. "Fuck you are really tight. It almost hurts me."
Quinn tries hard to ignore Bert's comments. Quinn's body is torn between two emotions. Heart and mind. His heart is crying inside, feels degraded and cheated. But his mind? His mind wants to scream and moan and play along. His mind is winning by the way. Because even though nobody is touching his cock, it's practically leaking.
"Y-Yeah?" he questions, gaining more strength in his arms. "I'm so tight I'm hurting you? Then make it hurt. Fuck my tight ass."
Bert has no choice but to gasp and ram his cock deeper into his friend. He never expected Quinn to react this way but who the fuck is complaining? It's so hot he think he can come right now. But he won't. He wants this to last so long it's painful for the both of them.
"You feel so fucking good, Quinn. Swear to god I can come right this second. But I'm not. So don't you dare come until I say so."
There it is. The power Bert was looking for. The authority to tell Quinn what to do. Somehow and some way, it makes him harder.
"Mmm. Fuck. Fuck me. I won't come; just fuck me harder." Quinn pleads, back becoming sweaty, arms becoming numb.
"That what you want?" Bert grunts, thrusting in harder and pulling Quinn's hair.
Damn Quinn's hair for being this long. Bert pulls it so his head is by his shoulder. It's such an intricate position. Quinn's back is arched to the fullest, his chest and stomach gleaming with a sheet of sweat; it's seriously amazing.
"You want it rough?" Bert doesn't exactly wait for an answer. He pushes Quinn down so he's flat on the ground, head and arms pressed into the rug. The older man shoves himself so far into Quinn that Quinn screams. "Fucking scream for me, mmm fuck yeah." The sound of their bodies clashing is so loud that he's sure people on the outside can hear it, and the bus is most likely shaking.
"Quinn, I can't...I CAN'T!" Quinn moans feeling himself get closer and closer to his peak.
"No, no nonono no. Don't come now, Bert. Fucking need you."
"Fuck you, Quinn I'm gonna come..."
"Don't, baby, don't god. Fucking please..."
Bert smirks and covers Quinn's pretty mouth, hearing him grunt and pant and moan. He keeps one hand on his mouth and the other snakes down his stomach, all the way down to his throbbing cock, gently stroking the length of it. He has to slow down or else he'll come. He needs to come so bad it hurts but he's not giving up his power just yet. He wants to make Quinn suffer a little first. With very slow thrusts inside of him, comes slow strokes to his dick. Quinn whines behind Bert's hand. "Yeah, baby..." Bert purrs, sliding his pointer up to the tip of him, feeling his precome. "You want to come, don't you?" Quinn nods, silently. "Really bad?" Again, the younger boy nods, chest puffing out and than in as his breath is slowing.
"You're. Going. To. Come. All. By. You're. Fucking. SELF." Bert grunts with each short thrust, letting go of Quinn's neglected cock.
He moves faster and harder, creating a more intense feeling in the pit of his stomach. He closes his eyes; enjoying the muffled sounds coming from the man beneath him. Bert pounds Quinn's prostate as hard and fast as he can, letting his hand go as soon as Quinn screams his name while he comes without being touched at all. It just turns Bert on so much more. His hands grip at Quinn's sides hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck yes, Quinn oh fuckinggodI'mcoming." Bert rides out his orgasm for as long as he can, collapsing on top of the spent man.
Quinn can't seem to catch his breath at all.
Bert rolls over and out of his friend, laying on his back, head turned towards Quinn. "That. is not going to be. The last time." Bert pants.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn dares to ask.
Bert smiles and strokes Quinn's cheek. "You, Quinn. Are going to be my sex kitten."
Author: Jess>>>> bangxbangxdie7
Pairing: Quinn/Bert
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: You're going to be my sex kitten.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't copy.
Author Note: Dedicated to the lovely Maria =] she thought up the whole thing, all credit goes to her.
Warning: SEMI-RAPE
The last day of warped tour. The hottest day of the summer. Or so it seems. Bert never knew why the warm weather made him happy. Not that kind of happy. Not the 'happy' that involves smiles and laughter. The happy 'downstairs.'
The happy where all he wants to do is fuck the first thing with legs that passes by. Well not today, anyway. Today is different. Bert looks to his left and sees his guitarist, wiping sweat off of his forehead.
Quinn is hot. Like, really hot. In both meanings. Most people just see him as this little boy cute- aw let me pinch those cheeks. Not Bert. When Bert looks at Quinn...all he sees is a sex kitten. Well, mainly because Bert wants him to be a sex kitten, so that's how he sees him, but still. Bert licks his lips and sighs.
"Quinn. You wanna go back to the bus with me? It's too hot out." He asks with frustration in his voice.
As the seconds go by the more he wants to have his way with his friend.
"Yeah, sure if you want. Jeph and Dan are trying to get people to help with their games. Do you want me to get them too?"
Bert quickly shakes his head. He wants Quinn all to himself. He actually thought once or twice about letting Jeph or Dan watch...being that Bert is a freak sometimes. His has power issues. He wants to abuse power. If he were to let someone watch, they wouldn't be able to join in. Because that would mean Bert's power is being taken slightly from him.
"Alright, man. Let's go. You know what sounds good? Getting drunk."
For once in Bert's life he doesn't want to get drunk. He wants to be able to remember his time with Quinn. Being that surprisingly, it will be Quinn and Bert's first time ever sleeping together. Bert feels bad that Quinn doesn't know about it yet- but he will soon enough.
"Nah, Quinn. Too early to get drunk. It's what, five thirty? Let's wait."
Quinn gasps, running a little to catch up with Bert. "Wow. You want to WAIT to get drunk? That...that- are you sick? Do you have a liver problem we don't know about do-"
"Quinn. I'm fine. I just. Don't feel like it."
The brunette holds his hands out in surrender form. "Alright alright. I'll wait too."
Bert smiles in a way that scares him. He feels happy (the normal kind of happy this time) because Quinn would rather wait to get drunk than to get drunk without him.
Once they arrive at the bus and get on, it feels like a relief. The bus isn't that much cooler than outside, but the difference is definitely noticeable. Bert's hands tap at his sides with an unknown nervousness. He can't just come out and ask Quinn if he wants to have sex. It's kind of random. They weren't even talking about it on the way to the bus, or anytime recently.
Maybe Bert can manipulate Quinn a little. Try to get him nice and relaxed and than make his move. Or maybe he can forget about the relaxing part. That's no fun. The heat is getting to him. He's been all hot and bothered since the set ended, and there's no point to take the time for Quinn to get relaxed.
"Hey, Quinn. Can you uh. Maybe come over here?"
Of course, Quinn is like a puppy, he'll come when he's asked and he'll do what he's asked.
Bert is standing close to him, not only because that's the only option, but because he wants to. The smallness of the bus is just an excuse.
"You want to know what sounds better than getting drunk?"
The brunette cocks his eyebrow. "No. What?"
Bert looks down at his own pants. "Getting laid."
Quinn laughs and nods. "Yeah, I guess that does sound better come to think of it."
Bert nods. He's playing his cards right. "Whens the last time?"
Quinn scratches the back of his head. "Last week I think."
No, no. Not answering the right question, Quinn. "Not by a girl."
He gasps and turns a light pink. "God, Bert! How- well. I-" he sighs. "A long time ago. How did you even know about that?"
Besides the fact that he's clearly obvious? It's written all over his face. Or it was, rather.
"It doesn't matter. I'm so fucking horny." The blonde touches Quinn's face, making him back up a bit.
"Wait, man. I...I'm just not feeling it right now."
Bert pouts his lips and grabs the front of his friends pants. "I can change that."
Quinn doesn't know what to do. The truth is, he hasn't been fucked in over a year. Yeah, he's messed around with guys over the months. Never full out sex. But that's what Bert wants. He's not going to settle with a cheap hand job or anything. His thoughts are temporarily interrupted with a gasp when he feels himself react to his friends touch.
"C-Come on, Bert. Don't. I...I don't want to."
The tiny little factor of Bert being his best friend and band mate? Yeah, that is a problem for Quinn. It will be weird.
He's known this guy for over 5 years and now? What are they doing? Quinn puts his hand over Bert's, trying to pry it away.
"Don't fight me, Quinn. You're hard and ready," he whispers. "...and so am I."
Bert acts fast and pulls the romance card for a second, tilting his chin and crashing his lips to Quinn's. Bert and Quinn always kiss. Every kind of kiss imaginable. Soft, slow, hungry, desperate, short, long, wet, quick; you name it.
But this one...it's a lusty kiss. More than desperation. It's flat out NEED. Bert needs Quinn.
In the process of the kiss Bert takes off Quinn's shirt and after he unzips the younger boys pants. Quinn immediately turns his head out of the kiss. "Bert, please, no..." he begs with fear laced in his request.
It doesn't effect Bert, unfortunately for Quinn. "Quinn don't be difficult. You have no idea how bad I wanna fuck you." he says, tugging Quinn's pants fully down.
Bert takes off his own shirt, attacking Quinn's neck with his teeth. "You really gonna rape me, Bert?" Quinn asks, sensually sliding his fingers up Bert's sides.
The older man bites down on the youngers' flesh. "Yeah." he breathes against it.
His words make Quinn angry. He doesn't want to be forced into sex. Even though everything seems okay now, in a few moments everything will change. Bert will be inside of him without his permission.
The last person to ever be inside him was his boyfriend James. Yes. The one from 18 visions. But still. Quinn had really loved James. He's not the type to just go out and fuck anyone.
Alright, okay that's a lie. He would have sex with random girls but girls are different.
With guys...Quinn would never give himself to a guy he didn't love.
Bert...Quinn loves Bert sure. As a best friend. Not a lover. And as much as he's against what's happening? It is. And there's nothing he can do.
Within seconds Bert is down to his boxers, his lips still roaming around Quinn's half naked body. "You're so sexy, Quinn. Can't wait to fuck you."
Quinn curses himself for staying hard this whole entire time, but it's not his fault. When someone has their lips on your skin and their hand wrapped around your dick, you can't exactly help it.
Bert tugs at Quinn's boxers and pushes him down on his hands and knees.
Quinn feels like crying. Honestly. If he had a choice he would at least pick a bunk, or possibly the couch. Not the floor. It's degrading and he doesn't like it. But of course Bert's going to take him like a dog, that's his only way.
"Fuck you, Bert." Quinn says with full meaning.
"Don't worry, I will."
Bert has the decency to suck on his fingers and slowly but surely prepare his friend. His motive is to get off, not tear Quinn apart. "You're tight."
Quinn feels like puking. "Shut up."
Bert gets smart and twists the two fingers, causing Quinn to yelp in pleasure. Quinn hates Bert right about now. He hates himself even more, though.
Bert slips his fingers out, spits on his hands and coats himself generously. The younger mans nails scrape at the rug while he's being entered. Bert is taking his years virginity and part of his dignity as well, and nothing has ever felt worse. Bert lets out a sigh of relief and settles himself. Both his hands run up and down Quinn's smooth back, squeezing a bit at his neck, helping him relax.
"Are you okay?" It isn't like Bert cares. He just doesn't want Quinn to cry. Screaming and begging is different. Crying? Crying just makes him feel bad.
"No, but you're going to fuck me anyway. So go ahead."
"Good boy." Bert whispers, pulling almost all the way out and shoving himself all the way back in. "Fuck you are really tight. It almost hurts me."
Quinn tries hard to ignore Bert's comments. Quinn's body is torn between two emotions. Heart and mind. His heart is crying inside, feels degraded and cheated. But his mind? His mind wants to scream and moan and play along. His mind is winning by the way. Because even though nobody is touching his cock, it's practically leaking.
"Y-Yeah?" he questions, gaining more strength in his arms. "I'm so tight I'm hurting you? Then make it hurt. Fuck my tight ass."
Bert has no choice but to gasp and ram his cock deeper into his friend. He never expected Quinn to react this way but who the fuck is complaining? It's so hot he think he can come right now. But he won't. He wants this to last so long it's painful for the both of them.
"You feel so fucking good, Quinn. Swear to god I can come right this second. But I'm not. So don't you dare come until I say so."
There it is. The power Bert was looking for. The authority to tell Quinn what to do. Somehow and some way, it makes him harder.
"Mmm. Fuck. Fuck me. I won't come; just fuck me harder." Quinn pleads, back becoming sweaty, arms becoming numb.
"That what you want?" Bert grunts, thrusting in harder and pulling Quinn's hair.
Damn Quinn's hair for being this long. Bert pulls it so his head is by his shoulder. It's such an intricate position. Quinn's back is arched to the fullest, his chest and stomach gleaming with a sheet of sweat; it's seriously amazing.
"You want it rough?" Bert doesn't exactly wait for an answer. He pushes Quinn down so he's flat on the ground, head and arms pressed into the rug. The older man shoves himself so far into Quinn that Quinn screams. "Fucking scream for me, mmm fuck yeah." The sound of their bodies clashing is so loud that he's sure people on the outside can hear it, and the bus is most likely shaking.
"Quinn, I can't...I CAN'T!" Quinn moans feeling himself get closer and closer to his peak.
"No, no nonono no. Don't come now, Bert. Fucking need you."
"Fuck you, Quinn I'm gonna come..."
"Don't, baby, don't god. Fucking please..."
Bert smirks and covers Quinn's pretty mouth, hearing him grunt and pant and moan. He keeps one hand on his mouth and the other snakes down his stomach, all the way down to his throbbing cock, gently stroking the length of it. He has to slow down or else he'll come. He needs to come so bad it hurts but he's not giving up his power just yet. He wants to make Quinn suffer a little first. With very slow thrusts inside of him, comes slow strokes to his dick. Quinn whines behind Bert's hand. "Yeah, baby..." Bert purrs, sliding his pointer up to the tip of him, feeling his precome. "You want to come, don't you?" Quinn nods, silently. "Really bad?" Again, the younger boy nods, chest puffing out and than in as his breath is slowing.
"You're. Going. To. Come. All. By. You're. Fucking. SELF." Bert grunts with each short thrust, letting go of Quinn's neglected cock.
He moves faster and harder, creating a more intense feeling in the pit of his stomach. He closes his eyes; enjoying the muffled sounds coming from the man beneath him. Bert pounds Quinn's prostate as hard and fast as he can, letting his hand go as soon as Quinn screams his name while he comes without being touched at all. It just turns Bert on so much more. His hands grip at Quinn's sides hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck yes, Quinn oh fuckinggodI'mcoming." Bert rides out his orgasm for as long as he can, collapsing on top of the spent man.
Quinn can't seem to catch his breath at all.
Bert rolls over and out of his friend, laying on his back, head turned towards Quinn. "That. is not going to be. The last time." Bert pants.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn dares to ask.
Bert smiles and strokes Quinn's cheek. "You, Quinn. Are going to be my sex kitten."