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Chapter 1 - Knew It
Haha…is it weird that originally, it was going to be a devil-angel thing where the girl is the stereotypical angel. Heh…go slash!
Warning: Slash! BoyxBoy, don’t like, don’t read! But flame…if you want ;P it gives me nice toastiness when it gets cold out for winter Cx
Summary: “Feh…always knew you were gay.” He looked horrified as he fled. Alex turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re the seme, aren’t you?” she glared, “Go after your uke!” She didn’t need her dream crushed because I was actually the uke…
Warning part 2: Lemon-ish content x3 Okay, it’s a lemon…get off my back…you’ll know when it started being lemony…but if you can’t distinguish where, I’ll put some **…just for the more daft people xP jk jk
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The pain…oh…the pain. I winced as his lips grazed my neck tenderly, running his tongue over the wound he caused.
“Fucking vampire-wannabe,” I murmured.
He chuckled. The plastic vampire teeth seemed like a mocking of true vampirism. The music pounded through the baseboards of my floor and his hands seemed to roam anywhere they wanted. I was at his mercy.
“You’re just a carbon copy of an angel,” he rumbled.
“I’m a hot angel,” I panted as a finger flicked my nipple. He smiled and ground against me slightly. I let out a hitched moan before dropping my head onto his shoulder. “I hate you.”
“Why are you letting me…” he rubbed me through my shorts, “Do this then?” he mocked softly, biting down on my neck again.
I groaned. “Because you’re good at it.” He chuckled but stayed silent about it. The song changed to that of a slower one and I groaned as he started teasing me. I really…really…hate him… “Is this some kind of test…?” I asked as he pinched my ass.
“Maybe.”
I growled; “Stop teasing!” I whined when he pinned me to my wall.
“This would be so much hotter if you were a girl,” he dropped his knee between my legs and I had to groan. So what if I wasn’t a girl… I was a hot guy! The golden halo I had so expertly propped above my skull was dangling in front of my eyes, blocking my view of anything other than a centimeter or two under it.
I hate this blindfold thing…seriously…
And I really, really hate him. He was straight, for Christ’s sake! I dropped my head against the wall and let out a ragged breath. Ugh…talented tongue…
Wait…do not think that, Tristan! I groped around until I found his hair and yanked back. “Stop that!” I snapped.
I could see the devilish smirk on his face. He was dressed as a vampire, not a devil! I groaned as he moved his leg just so slightly.
“You’re responsive, aren’t you?” he murmured as he leaned forward and caught me in a surprise kiss. I let out a mangled moan, permitting his tongue to do its job and give me a fucking hard-on-wait…WHAT THE HELL! I pulled away and shook my head. “You idiot…” I grumbled. I don’t know if it was directed at him or me…
Most likely me…
I was too responsive…
I knew this…I did!
I grabbed the cape he was wearing and pulled him around, before turning us around and pinning him against the wall, face forward. “I said, stop that,” I growled into his ear.
I felt him shudder under me. I smiled to myself and nipped his ear slightly. “If you don’t want this, just say so now…” I kissed the back of his neck softly.
Groaning quietly, he shook his head. Turn the tables…heh. “I…” he didn’t finish his sentence. Why should he? It’s obvious he didn’t want it…he just wanted to fuck around with the local queer… I pushed away from him, pulled the halo off my eyes, and stepped back to see him still holding the wall.
“You can go,” I said angrily.
He turned to me, looked up and down before taking one long breath and leaving the party.
Last time I’m holding a fucking Halloween party…
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Argh…damned hangover…
I felt my head throb. My straight blond hair was probably a mess; sticky with coolers, beer and possibly vomit. My green eyes were squinted into near-slits and my usual lankiness/tallness of 6’1 was slouched down so low that I could barely be seen behind the shortest girl in school-who was 4’10.
Why did I get drunk on a Sunday night? I rubbed my head again and felt my hair frizz under the gray hoodies’ hood. Ugh…and I didn’t even have time to shower, either.
I passed his friends and made a face at them as they mocked and tried tripping me up. “Assholes…” I grumbled.
Walking into the nearest boys’ bathroom, I dropped my head under the tap and pushed the button-I really wish they had faucets and the turny knobs instead of those damned timed push buttons…stupid hoes…
Washing out any unsightliness, I pulled up to see him staring at me from the nearest cubicle.
“Hi-,”
“Yo.” I lifted a lazy hand up and grabbed a few paper towels as I lowered my head under the hand drier. Yeah…my school has two different methods of driers…get off my back. I felt the hot air hit my head and it helped…sort of. The noise made me want to rip someone’s head off, but at least my head was warm and I felt the hangover headache start leaving.
“Listen, about Friday-,”
“Meh.” I didn’t give a shit at the moment… “Can you make it quick, I’m going to be late for my school therapist meeting,” I pulled my head out from the drier and patted my hair down before pulling the hoodie back up.
He ruffled curly black locks with a sheepish smile on his face; his brown eyes crinkled at the sides a bit when he gave me the smile. It was cute, but I really didn’t want to handle him at the moment. He was…too…cute. Cute in his uke-ness of 5’9 adorableness!
I hate myself…
“Well, IreallywantedtosaythatI-,”
“Dude, hurry the hell up!” his closest friend opened the door but stopped short at the sight of us. “Oh…sorry,” he frowned guiltily at Josh-yes, his name is Josh-and closed the door.
He wasn’t one of the homophobic bastards Josh hung out with; he was one of the good guys in this school.
“What were you saying…?” I lamely asked.
Tristan and Josh…that sounds cute. Crap…wait…
I hate myself…
“Never mind,” he blushed furiously as he left the bathroom.
Well…off to my therapists for first block…
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That was a huge waste of my time. His too, probably…every inkblot he showed, I’d say something sexual and/or perverted…
I could’ve summed it up in one word, Sir I-am-a-prude! Sexually-knowledgeable-and-hot. When it’s hyphenated, is it one word?
…Fine…four words…
But that’s beside the point!?
He also came up with the diagnosis: Gay.
I could’ve told him that a long time ago, also…
We have a genius for a therapist, I tell ya! I hummed in approval at my friends’ diagnosis of ‘Our-therapist-is-a-fucking-idiot’.
By our, she means my. She’s obsessed with me-sort of…
I think it’s my eyes…they are gorgeously green… Snapping her fingers in my face, she got my attention at last. “Dude, snap out of it and turn to look at Josh giving you the eye…I thought you said he was just trying to play you!”
I spluttered out indignantly. “He was!” what made her think he had nothing other than ill intentions towards me? “Go over there, grab him, and kiss the hell out of him!” she ordered.
“What, no!” I snorted derisively and rolled my eyes. “He’s just awkward cause I turned the tables and almost got my way with him,” I added. I was uncertain, I was…I just was really good at hiding these types of things…
“Trist-,”
She said my name like it rhymed with Christ…it was flattering…
“If you don’t do something about the goo-goo eyes, I’ll beat you into submission, sell your organs, and then leave you in an ice-bath,” I blinked at her threat.
“Right-,”
“Go!” she growled angrily.
Definitely on the rag… I pulled my hood down, flipped my bangs out of my eyes, and looked towards his group.
“Uh-oh, looks like the-,”
“Shut up!” Josh hissed at his friends angrily as I moved closer.
“Fag is also what a cigarette is called in Britain,” I gave them my input and sidled up next to Josh. “So, Josh,” I nuzzled his cheek, “This Friday, my house…you in?” I murmured into his ear.
He turned beet red, which was a feat…considering blushes were pink and not red. The blush covered his cheeks and travelled to his neck and ears, spreading like wildfire.
It was cute.
“W-what?”
“You in…?” I nuzzled his neck with my nose this time and let my lips pull on his earlobe.
His friends simultaneously pushed me away. I think I overstayed my welcome anyways! I grinned at him, walked back to Alex, and waited for her reaction.
“You did good,” she grinned, “Now, about Friday-,”
“It’s Monday, I’ve got all week to figure out if I’m actually going to open my door to him if he shows up,” I waved her off lazily.
She gave me a long look.
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Shit. Shitshitshitshit! Okay, so I’m a procrastinator! Sue me! I pulled my hair out of my eyes irritably and pulled on a new shirt that showed off the build of my chest-which was amazing, to say the least-and a new pair of my skinny jeans-also amazing looking on me. Awesomazing, actually.
Awesomazing is my word…steal it and parish!
The doorbell rang and I let out a low groan. Opening it, I was surprised to find Alex. “What are you-,”
“Protection, whip cream and strawberries,” she handed the bag to me. I spluttered as she tippy-toed and gave my cheek a chaste kiss. “Have fun!” she skipped off into the darkness. Why was it so dark…?
I closed the door slowly but seconds later, there was another knock on the door. “Alex, if it’s more-,” I stopped when I seen Josh standing there, looking confused and embarrassed.
“If this isn’t a good time…” he began, but I grabbed the front of his sweater and dragged him in. I looked around the doorway before closing it, going towards my DVD player, throwing one in, and falling onto my couch. He stood near the couch awkwardly, rubbing his arm.
I rolled onto my back and let out a yawn. “Well?” I gave him a suggestive look and waggled my eyebrows. He flushed and stuttered out something along the lines of ‘I should go home’.
I don’t think so! I stood in a fluid motion, grabbed him, and pulled him on top of me with a feral grin. “Do you honestly think I’ll let you leave that easily?” I purred into his ear.
He shuddered. I was good at making him do that…
And it was not out of disgust! My lips ghosted over his earlobe and I nibbled. He let out a contented sigh.
It got more physical, quickly. He probably couldn’t take the teasing…serves the bastard right…
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I swear I seen a flash, but I was quickly distracted by the cute uke in front of me. He was knelt on my couch in merely boxers, his kiss-bruised lips were red and puffy with his curly black hair ruffled in a sexy way. I smiled as his eyes were filled with lust and wanton pleasures.
I wanted a picture of this…it was damned good wank material…
“Now…Joshy…” I crawled towards him and put my hands on his thighs. “You’re damned fine, you know that…?” I massaged his thighs, earning a moan from him in response.
Oh…I was good. I twitched in anticipation and captured his lips in mine. “Do you really want this…?” I murmured against his mouth.
With a daft nod, he begged for entrance with his tongue. I complied only too willingly. The fire in my thighs made me want more. More of him, more of this, and definitely more of the heat he was providing.
It’s times like these that I’m glad my parents are divorced and my dad is always ‘working’ late into the night…
Groping the side-table, I felt the can of whip cream and smiled deviously. I pushed him back, had his legs wrap around my waist and started an innocent trail of whip cream up and down his body.
Thank God I wasn’t lactose intolerant… Not unlike a certain friend of mine…
He was panting, staring up at me with glassy eyes. I smiled again, started my trek down his body at his collarbone. Sucking and biting, I had him under my complete mercy! I gleefully trailed my tongue down the trail and followed it down his side where I found his exposed waistline, biting and sucking while he groaned under me. I pulled my head away from his hipbone and returned to the trail at his chest. Licking his nipple, he stiffened before his back started arching off my couch. He said I was responsive…
“P-please…” he whimpered.
I smiled and pulled his boxers off easily. I licked my lips and reached between us, softly stroking him while I continued licking the whipped cream off his body. “Do…are you okay with me…” I stopped all things sexual and chewed my lip. “Do you want…”
“Just,” he let out a growl and pinned me against the couch. “Why did you stop?” he asked quietly.
“W-well,” my face burned. I don’t think me worrying about his comfort-level was very me… “Do you want to bottom…your first time?” I murmured.
“If I’m not going to, who will?” his smile was devious and I let out a small groan as he started my abandoned ministrations on me. I let out a whimper as he laid me down. I’ve bottomed before, but this was different…
I don’t know why…
He kissed my chest, my stomach, and my thighs. I tensed when he took a tentative lick at my aching erection. I dropped my head onto the couch and let out a groan. “Fuck me…” I growled. I jerked when he stuck a few fingers into my mouth. I sucked greedily and waited when he finally penetrated me with his first finger. I let out a loud moan. Oh God, that was good…
He let me adjust before pushing in and out. When he added the second finger, he hit that spot that made me see stars. I let out another groan, “A-again…plea-please!” I was not one to beg…
I think it seemed appropriate, though. He was smiling. I could tell he was preparing himself, if the open Trojan packet was anything to go by.
I feel like a whore, sort of…
A third finger was added and I nearly wept as he stretched me. It wasn’t unpleasant…at all…it was heaven.
Ironic, cause if heaven existed, I’d, and he too, would be sent to hell…
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
I nodded, whimpering as his fingers left me. My back arched off the couch as he entered. First the head, and then slowly the rest of his length. I groaned and clutched at the couch’s material. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him in place.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his hands clutched my waist, possibly leaving bruises where his fingers were.
“Y-yeah…” I don’t think that made much sense, but he pulled me up and held onto my back as he held still. I was starting to lose my patience and pushed myself up slowly; he let out a choked gasp. I mentally congratulated myself. I let all my weight go and felt him push into me. I let out a small whimper, clutching onto his shoulders desperately.
“So…” he laid me back down and started a smooth rhythm; “Tight…” his whisper was cut off as a low groan escaped.
I planted feather light kisses along his jaw and neck, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my hands into his hair. So good… I reached between us and wrapped my hand around my aching member. I started stroking softly before my hand was swatted and replaced by his. “Fuck!” I whined. He started pumping in a steady rhythm, trying to synchronize it with his thrusts, but that’s a bit harder to do than all those porno stories make it seem.
I could feel the delicious heat work its way down my belly and to my groin area. I let out a whimper. “I-I-I’m…” I bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder as I felt myself orgasm. He let out a hitched gasp as I came. His eyes rolled up and he soon came, he rode out his orgasm, before collapsing on top of me.
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“Fuck…”
“Yeah…you’re heavy.”
Letting out a small laugh, he rolled off and stared at the ceiling with me. “That was amazing…” he mumbled.
I let out a noncommittal sound and nodded. “So…what now…?” he awkwardly asked.
I grinned to myself. “Sleep?” I pulled him up after pulling on my boxers and started dragging him up the stairs to my room.
Time for round two…heh.
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Monday morning was weird. He stayed the entire weekend…
It was awesome.
I dropped his hand when we neared the school and he looked confused before seeing his friends. I sped up, leaving him behind and ducking my head to cover the smug smirk I was sporting. They were in for the shock of their lives, or I was going to be a one-weekend thing. Both ways, I fucked their friend and they’ll have to live with that. Meaning, if he doesn’t tell them, I will.
Yeah…I’m evil.
Alex glomped me from behind and let out a high-pitched squeal; “Trist!”
I winced at the tone before pulling her off and setting her on the ground gently. “What?” I asked warily. She grinned up at me with an innocent twinkle in her eye.
I knew that twinkle…damnit, she did something.
“So, I’m officially in love with the pairing of you and Joshy-boy,” she announced proudly, leading the way down the hall.
“And…?” I blinked, “Why?”
Fingering the small digital camera in her hand, she gave me a sheepish smile. “Did you know my major is going to be investigative journalism?”
I groaned. “You stalked us?!”
“The entire weekend!” she gushed.
“You’re creepy,” I stated plainly.
She grinned and hugged me to her. “Yeah, and you’re a sex demon, my good sir!” I blanched, “No, I didn’t watch you have sex…that’s just overboard in stalking…I’d come when you weren’t and took a million pictures before leaving before you came-I mean, before you started anything…” she turned away and grinned to herself.
“You’re such a perv…” I mumbled.
“I’m a yaoi fan, there’s a difference,” she stated.
“Um…” we both turned to look at Derek-remember Josh’s best friend, yeah, him-tapped my shoulder. “Josh…wants to talk to you,” he glanced between the two of us.
Alex clung onto my neck, “Over my dead body!” she jumped slightly and wrapped her legs around me. I sighed.
“Where is he?” I asked. When Derek continued looking confused, despite pointing in the general direction of a classroom, I added, “She’s not my girlfriend,” he seemed to loosen up on the fact, even though I was walking with her still wrapped tightly around me.
She really needs to eat more…she’s too light…
When I opened the empty classroom door, I glanced around and closed it behind me. Derek said he didn’t need to be in the same room. I frowned when it continued to be quiet. “Hello…” I called softly.
Alex was rubbing her face against mine.
What a weirdo…
“Oh…you’re here,” I glanced to the side and frowned. Where the hell did he come from? “I…I thought Derek would take longer to find you,” he added, blushing cutely. I smiled.
Causing the varsity kid to blush was such an awesome feat. Just saying…
“Um…what is…”
I realized Alex was still wrapped around me, nuzzling my face. I unwrapped her legs and arms before letting her fall to the ground. “Friend-,”
“B.F.F.L!” she stood up quicker than I thought possible and pointed a finger dramatically at him. “Best friend for life!” she proclaimed proudly.
“Also a weirdo with ADD, a yaoi/slash obsession, and a fascination with me,” I said with a glare in her direction. She gave me a thumbs up and a wink.
Josh continued looking confused. “I asked Derek not to let anyone know I wanted to-,”
“She knows what we did this weekend,” I sighed, “She’s a future investigative journalist,” I added. His face burned, he clenched his eyes shut and took a deep, calming breath. Alex looked unsympathetic. “Tell him what you’re doing with the photos,” I ordered calmly. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket…
“Ooh!” her eyes lit up, “I’ve got this collage on my wall in my closet with all the slash and yaoi pictures I like and even some of real people!” she was gushing… “and when I get the ultimate collection, I will hold a séance for these pictures and-,”
“Now you’re just lying,” I rolled my eyes and looked at Josh, “She’s going to glue them up on her wall and stare at them with rapt fascination, happy…?” I snorted derisively, “None of the photos will be publically seen, unless she finds another friend with the same gay fetish,” I said calmly.
He looked at me, then her, and then me again. He opened his mouth to say something, probably something really cliché, but the door opened and Alex spoke. Damn her…
“Feh…always knew you were gay.” Alex said with an approving nod. She really was insightful… Possibly four of his nine friends were all standing there with their mouths open. Alex turned to look at them and then back at him. This was…so messed up…
Derek peered over them, “I’m sorry!” he mouthed.
He looked horrified as he fled. Alex turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re the seme, aren’t you?” she glared, “Go after your uke!” She didn’t need her dream crushed because I was actually the uke…
I pushed passed a couple of his friends, distinctly hearing someone say something along the lines of ‘gay bastard’, before Alex let out a torrent of screaming insults, threats and I even heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and punches-how hard could she punch, anyways?
I have to remember to thank her later… I finally caught up to him near the stairs and grabbed his jacket. “Wha-what, let me go!” he yelped as I pulled him back, causing him to fall against my chest.
I grunted. “Is it really so bad to be gay…or at least bi?” I mumbled into his hair. I felt the stares, I seen his friends just seconds before I had grabbed him… If I didn’t do anything soon, I was going to be thrown down these steps.
“You don’t understand!” he snapped as he turned to face me, careful of the stairs.
I frowned, glanced at his so-called friends, and shrugged before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss…
One that involved a lot of tongue, groping, and moans coming from him…
Teach him to try hide me!
Heh…I’m evil…
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So yeahhhh…I rock, I’m done and it’s 3:33 lol xD
Comment? Yayz for slashy-goodness?? You know you wanna ;P
Haha…is it weird that originally, it was going to be a devil-angel thing where the girl is the stereotypical angel. Heh…go slash!
Warning: Slash! BoyxBoy, don’t like, don’t read! But flame…if you want ;P it gives me nice toastiness when it gets cold out for winter Cx
Summary: “Feh…always knew you were gay.” He looked horrified as he fled. Alex turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re the seme, aren’t you?” she glared, “Go after your uke!” She didn’t need her dream crushed because I was actually the uke…
Warning part 2: Lemon-ish content x3 Okay, it’s a lemon…get off my back…you’ll know when it started being lemony…but if you can’t distinguish where, I’ll put some **…just for the more daft people xP jk jk
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The pain…oh…the pain. I winced as his lips grazed my neck tenderly, running his tongue over the wound he caused.
“Fucking vampire-wannabe,” I murmured.
He chuckled. The plastic vampire teeth seemed like a mocking of true vampirism. The music pounded through the baseboards of my floor and his hands seemed to roam anywhere they wanted. I was at his mercy.
“You’re just a carbon copy of an angel,” he rumbled.
“I’m a hot angel,” I panted as a finger flicked my nipple. He smiled and ground against me slightly. I let out a hitched moan before dropping my head onto his shoulder. “I hate you.”
“Why are you letting me…” he rubbed me through my shorts, “Do this then?” he mocked softly, biting down on my neck again.
I groaned. “Because you’re good at it.” He chuckled but stayed silent about it. The song changed to that of a slower one and I groaned as he started teasing me. I really…really…hate him… “Is this some kind of test…?” I asked as he pinched my ass.
“Maybe.”
I growled; “Stop teasing!” I whined when he pinned me to my wall.
“This would be so much hotter if you were a girl,” he dropped his knee between my legs and I had to groan. So what if I wasn’t a girl… I was a hot guy! The golden halo I had so expertly propped above my skull was dangling in front of my eyes, blocking my view of anything other than a centimeter or two under it.
I hate this blindfold thing…seriously…
And I really, really hate him. He was straight, for Christ’s sake! I dropped my head against the wall and let out a ragged breath. Ugh…talented tongue…
Wait…do not think that, Tristan! I groped around until I found his hair and yanked back. “Stop that!” I snapped.
I could see the devilish smirk on his face. He was dressed as a vampire, not a devil! I groaned as he moved his leg just so slightly.
“You’re responsive, aren’t you?” he murmured as he leaned forward and caught me in a surprise kiss. I let out a mangled moan, permitting his tongue to do its job and give me a fucking hard-on-wait…WHAT THE HELL! I pulled away and shook my head. “You idiot…” I grumbled. I don’t know if it was directed at him or me…
Most likely me…
I was too responsive…
I knew this…I did!
I grabbed the cape he was wearing and pulled him around, before turning us around and pinning him against the wall, face forward. “I said, stop that,” I growled into his ear.
I felt him shudder under me. I smiled to myself and nipped his ear slightly. “If you don’t want this, just say so now…” I kissed the back of his neck softly.
Groaning quietly, he shook his head. Turn the tables…heh. “I…” he didn’t finish his sentence. Why should he? It’s obvious he didn’t want it…he just wanted to fuck around with the local queer… I pushed away from him, pulled the halo off my eyes, and stepped back to see him still holding the wall.
“You can go,” I said angrily.
He turned to me, looked up and down before taking one long breath and leaving the party.
Last time I’m holding a fucking Halloween party…
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Argh…damned hangover…
I felt my head throb. My straight blond hair was probably a mess; sticky with coolers, beer and possibly vomit. My green eyes were squinted into near-slits and my usual lankiness/tallness of 6’1 was slouched down so low that I could barely be seen behind the shortest girl in school-who was 4’10.
Why did I get drunk on a Sunday night? I rubbed my head again and felt my hair frizz under the gray hoodies’ hood. Ugh…and I didn’t even have time to shower, either.
I passed his friends and made a face at them as they mocked and tried tripping me up. “Assholes…” I grumbled.
Walking into the nearest boys’ bathroom, I dropped my head under the tap and pushed the button-I really wish they had faucets and the turny knobs instead of those damned timed push buttons…stupid hoes…
Washing out any unsightliness, I pulled up to see him staring at me from the nearest cubicle.
“Hi-,”
“Yo.” I lifted a lazy hand up and grabbed a few paper towels as I lowered my head under the hand drier. Yeah…my school has two different methods of driers…get off my back. I felt the hot air hit my head and it helped…sort of. The noise made me want to rip someone’s head off, but at least my head was warm and I felt the hangover headache start leaving.
“Listen, about Friday-,”
“Meh.” I didn’t give a shit at the moment… “Can you make it quick, I’m going to be late for my school therapist meeting,” I pulled my head out from the drier and patted my hair down before pulling the hoodie back up.
He ruffled curly black locks with a sheepish smile on his face; his brown eyes crinkled at the sides a bit when he gave me the smile. It was cute, but I really didn’t want to handle him at the moment. He was…too…cute. Cute in his uke-ness of 5’9 adorableness!
I hate myself…
“Well, IreallywantedtosaythatI-,”
“Dude, hurry the hell up!” his closest friend opened the door but stopped short at the sight of us. “Oh…sorry,” he frowned guiltily at Josh-yes, his name is Josh-and closed the door.
He wasn’t one of the homophobic bastards Josh hung out with; he was one of the good guys in this school.
“What were you saying…?” I lamely asked.
Tristan and Josh…that sounds cute. Crap…wait…
I hate myself…
“Never mind,” he blushed furiously as he left the bathroom.
Well…off to my therapists for first block…
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That was a huge waste of my time. His too, probably…every inkblot he showed, I’d say something sexual and/or perverted…
I could’ve summed it up in one word, Sir I-am-a-prude! Sexually-knowledgeable-and-hot. When it’s hyphenated, is it one word?
…Fine…four words…
But that’s beside the point!?
He also came up with the diagnosis: Gay.
I could’ve told him that a long time ago, also…
We have a genius for a therapist, I tell ya! I hummed in approval at my friends’ diagnosis of ‘Our-therapist-is-a-fucking-idiot’.
By our, she means my. She’s obsessed with me-sort of…
I think it’s my eyes…they are gorgeously green… Snapping her fingers in my face, she got my attention at last. “Dude, snap out of it and turn to look at Josh giving you the eye…I thought you said he was just trying to play you!”
I spluttered out indignantly. “He was!” what made her think he had nothing other than ill intentions towards me? “Go over there, grab him, and kiss the hell out of him!” she ordered.
“What, no!” I snorted derisively and rolled my eyes. “He’s just awkward cause I turned the tables and almost got my way with him,” I added. I was uncertain, I was…I just was really good at hiding these types of things…
“Trist-,”
She said my name like it rhymed with Christ…it was flattering…
“If you don’t do something about the goo-goo eyes, I’ll beat you into submission, sell your organs, and then leave you in an ice-bath,” I blinked at her threat.
“Right-,”
“Go!” she growled angrily.
Definitely on the rag… I pulled my hood down, flipped my bangs out of my eyes, and looked towards his group.
“Uh-oh, looks like the-,”
“Shut up!” Josh hissed at his friends angrily as I moved closer.
“Fag is also what a cigarette is called in Britain,” I gave them my input and sidled up next to Josh. “So, Josh,” I nuzzled his cheek, “This Friday, my house…you in?” I murmured into his ear.
He turned beet red, which was a feat…considering blushes were pink and not red. The blush covered his cheeks and travelled to his neck and ears, spreading like wildfire.
It was cute.
“W-what?”
“You in…?” I nuzzled his neck with my nose this time and let my lips pull on his earlobe.
His friends simultaneously pushed me away. I think I overstayed my welcome anyways! I grinned at him, walked back to Alex, and waited for her reaction.
“You did good,” she grinned, “Now, about Friday-,”
“It’s Monday, I’ve got all week to figure out if I’m actually going to open my door to him if he shows up,” I waved her off lazily.
She gave me a long look.
-0-
Shit. Shitshitshitshit! Okay, so I’m a procrastinator! Sue me! I pulled my hair out of my eyes irritably and pulled on a new shirt that showed off the build of my chest-which was amazing, to say the least-and a new pair of my skinny jeans-also amazing looking on me. Awesomazing, actually.
Awesomazing is my word…steal it and parish!
The doorbell rang and I let out a low groan. Opening it, I was surprised to find Alex. “What are you-,”
“Protection, whip cream and strawberries,” she handed the bag to me. I spluttered as she tippy-toed and gave my cheek a chaste kiss. “Have fun!” she skipped off into the darkness. Why was it so dark…?
I closed the door slowly but seconds later, there was another knock on the door. “Alex, if it’s more-,” I stopped when I seen Josh standing there, looking confused and embarrassed.
“If this isn’t a good time…” he began, but I grabbed the front of his sweater and dragged him in. I looked around the doorway before closing it, going towards my DVD player, throwing one in, and falling onto my couch. He stood near the couch awkwardly, rubbing his arm.
I rolled onto my back and let out a yawn. “Well?” I gave him a suggestive look and waggled my eyebrows. He flushed and stuttered out something along the lines of ‘I should go home’.
I don’t think so! I stood in a fluid motion, grabbed him, and pulled him on top of me with a feral grin. “Do you honestly think I’ll let you leave that easily?” I purred into his ear.
He shuddered. I was good at making him do that…
And it was not out of disgust! My lips ghosted over his earlobe and I nibbled. He let out a contented sigh.
It got more physical, quickly. He probably couldn’t take the teasing…serves the bastard right…
-*.*’-
I swear I seen a flash, but I was quickly distracted by the cute uke in front of me. He was knelt on my couch in merely boxers, his kiss-bruised lips were red and puffy with his curly black hair ruffled in a sexy way. I smiled as his eyes were filled with lust and wanton pleasures.
I wanted a picture of this…it was damned good wank material…
“Now…Joshy…” I crawled towards him and put my hands on his thighs. “You’re damned fine, you know that…?” I massaged his thighs, earning a moan from him in response.
Oh…I was good. I twitched in anticipation and captured his lips in mine. “Do you really want this…?” I murmured against his mouth.
With a daft nod, he begged for entrance with his tongue. I complied only too willingly. The fire in my thighs made me want more. More of him, more of this, and definitely more of the heat he was providing.
It’s times like these that I’m glad my parents are divorced and my dad is always ‘working’ late into the night…
Groping the side-table, I felt the can of whip cream and smiled deviously. I pushed him back, had his legs wrap around my waist and started an innocent trail of whip cream up and down his body.
Thank God I wasn’t lactose intolerant… Not unlike a certain friend of mine…
He was panting, staring up at me with glassy eyes. I smiled again, started my trek down his body at his collarbone. Sucking and biting, I had him under my complete mercy! I gleefully trailed my tongue down the trail and followed it down his side where I found his exposed waistline, biting and sucking while he groaned under me. I pulled my head away from his hipbone and returned to the trail at his chest. Licking his nipple, he stiffened before his back started arching off my couch. He said I was responsive…
“P-please…” he whimpered.
I smiled and pulled his boxers off easily. I licked my lips and reached between us, softly stroking him while I continued licking the whipped cream off his body. “Do…are you okay with me…” I stopped all things sexual and chewed my lip. “Do you want…”
“Just,” he let out a growl and pinned me against the couch. “Why did you stop?” he asked quietly.
“W-well,” my face burned. I don’t think me worrying about his comfort-level was very me… “Do you want to bottom…your first time?” I murmured.
“If I’m not going to, who will?” his smile was devious and I let out a small groan as he started my abandoned ministrations on me. I let out a whimper as he laid me down. I’ve bottomed before, but this was different…
I don’t know why…
He kissed my chest, my stomach, and my thighs. I tensed when he took a tentative lick at my aching erection. I dropped my head onto the couch and let out a groan. “Fuck me…” I growled. I jerked when he stuck a few fingers into my mouth. I sucked greedily and waited when he finally penetrated me with his first finger. I let out a loud moan. Oh God, that was good…
He let me adjust before pushing in and out. When he added the second finger, he hit that spot that made me see stars. I let out another groan, “A-again…plea-please!” I was not one to beg…
I think it seemed appropriate, though. He was smiling. I could tell he was preparing himself, if the open Trojan packet was anything to go by.
I feel like a whore, sort of…
A third finger was added and I nearly wept as he stretched me. It wasn’t unpleasant…at all…it was heaven.
Ironic, cause if heaven existed, I’d, and he too, would be sent to hell…
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
I nodded, whimpering as his fingers left me. My back arched off the couch as he entered. First the head, and then slowly the rest of his length. I groaned and clutched at the couch’s material. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him in place.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his hands clutched my waist, possibly leaving bruises where his fingers were.
“Y-yeah…” I don’t think that made much sense, but he pulled me up and held onto my back as he held still. I was starting to lose my patience and pushed myself up slowly; he let out a choked gasp. I mentally congratulated myself. I let all my weight go and felt him push into me. I let out a small whimper, clutching onto his shoulders desperately.
“So…” he laid me back down and started a smooth rhythm; “Tight…” his whisper was cut off as a low groan escaped.
I planted feather light kisses along his jaw and neck, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my hands into his hair. So good… I reached between us and wrapped my hand around my aching member. I started stroking softly before my hand was swatted and replaced by his. “Fuck!” I whined. He started pumping in a steady rhythm, trying to synchronize it with his thrusts, but that’s a bit harder to do than all those porno stories make it seem.
I could feel the delicious heat work its way down my belly and to my groin area. I let out a whimper. “I-I-I’m…” I bit down on the junction between his neck and shoulder as I felt myself orgasm. He let out a hitched gasp as I came. His eyes rolled up and he soon came, he rode out his orgasm, before collapsing on top of me.
-*.*-
“Fuck…”
“Yeah…you’re heavy.”
Letting out a small laugh, he rolled off and stared at the ceiling with me. “That was amazing…” he mumbled.
I let out a noncommittal sound and nodded. “So…what now…?” he awkwardly asked.
I grinned to myself. “Sleep?” I pulled him up after pulling on my boxers and started dragging him up the stairs to my room.
Time for round two…heh.
-0-
Monday morning was weird. He stayed the entire weekend…
It was awesome.
I dropped his hand when we neared the school and he looked confused before seeing his friends. I sped up, leaving him behind and ducking my head to cover the smug smirk I was sporting. They were in for the shock of their lives, or I was going to be a one-weekend thing. Both ways, I fucked their friend and they’ll have to live with that. Meaning, if he doesn’t tell them, I will.
Yeah…I’m evil.
Alex glomped me from behind and let out a high-pitched squeal; “Trist!”
I winced at the tone before pulling her off and setting her on the ground gently. “What?” I asked warily. She grinned up at me with an innocent twinkle in her eye.
I knew that twinkle…damnit, she did something.
“So, I’m officially in love with the pairing of you and Joshy-boy,” she announced proudly, leading the way down the hall.
“And…?” I blinked, “Why?”
Fingering the small digital camera in her hand, she gave me a sheepish smile. “Did you know my major is going to be investigative journalism?”
I groaned. “You stalked us?!”
“The entire weekend!” she gushed.
“You’re creepy,” I stated plainly.
She grinned and hugged me to her. “Yeah, and you’re a sex demon, my good sir!” I blanched, “No, I didn’t watch you have sex…that’s just overboard in stalking…I’d come when you weren’t and took a million pictures before leaving before you came-I mean, before you started anything…” she turned away and grinned to herself.
“You’re such a perv…” I mumbled.
“I’m a yaoi fan, there’s a difference,” she stated.
“Um…” we both turned to look at Derek-remember Josh’s best friend, yeah, him-tapped my shoulder. “Josh…wants to talk to you,” he glanced between the two of us.
Alex clung onto my neck, “Over my dead body!” she jumped slightly and wrapped her legs around me. I sighed.
“Where is he?” I asked. When Derek continued looking confused, despite pointing in the general direction of a classroom, I added, “She’s not my girlfriend,” he seemed to loosen up on the fact, even though I was walking with her still wrapped tightly around me.
She really needs to eat more…she’s too light…
When I opened the empty classroom door, I glanced around and closed it behind me. Derek said he didn’t need to be in the same room. I frowned when it continued to be quiet. “Hello…” I called softly.
Alex was rubbing her face against mine.
What a weirdo…
“Oh…you’re here,” I glanced to the side and frowned. Where the hell did he come from? “I…I thought Derek would take longer to find you,” he added, blushing cutely. I smiled.
Causing the varsity kid to blush was such an awesome feat. Just saying…
“Um…what is…”
I realized Alex was still wrapped around me, nuzzling my face. I unwrapped her legs and arms before letting her fall to the ground. “Friend-,”
“B.F.F.L!” she stood up quicker than I thought possible and pointed a finger dramatically at him. “Best friend for life!” she proclaimed proudly.
“Also a weirdo with ADD, a yaoi/slash obsession, and a fascination with me,” I said with a glare in her direction. She gave me a thumbs up and a wink.
Josh continued looking confused. “I asked Derek not to let anyone know I wanted to-,”
“She knows what we did this weekend,” I sighed, “She’s a future investigative journalist,” I added. His face burned, he clenched his eyes shut and took a deep, calming breath. Alex looked unsympathetic. “Tell him what you’re doing with the photos,” I ordered calmly. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket…
“Ooh!” her eyes lit up, “I’ve got this collage on my wall in my closet with all the slash and yaoi pictures I like and even some of real people!” she was gushing… “and when I get the ultimate collection, I will hold a séance for these pictures and-,”
“Now you’re just lying,” I rolled my eyes and looked at Josh, “She’s going to glue them up on her wall and stare at them with rapt fascination, happy…?” I snorted derisively, “None of the photos will be publically seen, unless she finds another friend with the same gay fetish,” I said calmly.
He looked at me, then her, and then me again. He opened his mouth to say something, probably something really cliché, but the door opened and Alex spoke. Damn her…
“Feh…always knew you were gay.” Alex said with an approving nod. She really was insightful… Possibly four of his nine friends were all standing there with their mouths open. Alex turned to look at them and then back at him. This was…so messed up…
Derek peered over them, “I’m sorry!” he mouthed.
He looked horrified as he fled. Alex turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re the seme, aren’t you?” she glared, “Go after your uke!” She didn’t need her dream crushed because I was actually the uke…
I pushed passed a couple of his friends, distinctly hearing someone say something along the lines of ‘gay bastard’, before Alex let out a torrent of screaming insults, threats and I even heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and punches-how hard could she punch, anyways?
I have to remember to thank her later… I finally caught up to him near the stairs and grabbed his jacket. “Wha-what, let me go!” he yelped as I pulled him back, causing him to fall against my chest.
I grunted. “Is it really so bad to be gay…or at least bi?” I mumbled into his hair. I felt the stares, I seen his friends just seconds before I had grabbed him… If I didn’t do anything soon, I was going to be thrown down these steps.
“You don’t understand!” he snapped as he turned to face me, careful of the stairs.
I frowned, glanced at his so-called friends, and shrugged before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss…
One that involved a lot of tongue, groping, and moans coming from him…
Teach him to try hide me!
Heh…I’m evil…
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