I Prefer the Mind Control Rewrite - Chapter 7
This is the 7th chapter of I Prefer the Mind Control. It's NSFW.
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Xan shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Maybe it’s time we all went to sleep. I set some pajamas on the beds in the guest room for Preston and Dylan.”
“Uh, thanks,” I muttered.
Preston grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. Xan gave us an odd look. His eyes lingered on me, causing my face to flush. Why the fuck would my face flush at that, though? It wasn’t like Xan wanted me. He must have been jealous Preston appeared to prefer me over him.
I glared at Xan to show just what I thought of him. He actually fucking flinched. Jirrin gave him a funny, kind of knowing look. Zimarans made as little sense as humans sometimes did. Say, author, do you have a “Sentient Being Behavior Translator” on hand? What, that’s not a thing? You’re a fucking author, invent one! No? Fuck you.
While I didn’t know the direction to the guest room, Preston apparently did, so I followed him. We still held hands, and I could still feel Xan’s looking at me. Yeah, I couldn’t control his gaze, but what right did he have to, like, stare longingly when he was the one who had been a giant fucking jerkass?
The guest room was almost as fancy as Xan’s bedroom. Sure, the beds didn’t have fucking canopies or anything, but they were big, suitable for at least two people, with silver frames and black sheets that gave off a not-exactly subtle sheen. It was all so very -- so very Xan.
I muttered, “I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep in here.”
“Why not?” Preston asked.
I sighed. “It reminds me too much of Xan. Everything looks like him.”
He said, “It does look like him, doesn’t it? If you want, I could -- could stay with you in one of the beds. Not to try anything, but -- if you wanted the support?” Preston blushed as he spoke, and I had the feeling he did want to try something.
I still accepted his offer. “Yeah, that might be, like, helpful.”
After we washed up, Preston smiled at me as we picked up the pajamas that lay on the beds. They looked kind of like human pajamas and kind of not. They were a bit fucking shiny, but they were, at least, regular drawstring sorta-sweatpants and what looked like your average t-shirt. I turned away from Preston as we changed, though, I admit, I was tempted to look. Don’t tell anyone I was, okay? Oh right, you’re writing everything down. Dammit.
My pajama pants were way too fucking long on me, due to my parents handing me the short genes. The shirt was huge, too. Oh well, at least the stuff was comfortable. Of course, Preston looked way better in his pajamas, being not quite so short and skinny. I may have stopped to stare for a couple moments.
I climbed onto one of the beds and under the sheets. “So, are you going to, like, join me?”
He grinned. “Of course.”
Preston climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets up to his waist. Immediately, I felt slightly more comfortable despite the distinctly uncomfortable surroundings. I turned to look at my roommate. Shiny alien pajamas suited him.
He raised an eyebrow. “What are you looking at?”
My face heated up. I wasn’t fucking blushing, was I?
“And why are you blushing?” Preston wondered.
Oh great, I guess I was fucking blushing. There wasn’t anything weird about sharing a bed with your friend who said he wanted you more than the guy he just had sex with, was there? Don’t look at me like that. I know there’s something weird about it, but let me have my denial, okay?
I muttered, “I’m blushing because everything is a big fucking bucket of weird right now.”
“Yeah, things got pretty messed up, huh? I’m -- I’m not sure I’ve absorbed what happened between me and Xan yet,” he whispered.
I said, “I would be surprised if you had.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured.
Preston wiggled closer to me. “You mind if we cuddle?”
“That’s fine,” I said.
He scooted even closer and wrapped an arm around me. My whole body got oddly tense but not in a bad way. I wrapped my arms around Preston and let him snuggle into my shoulder. It felt really, really good, okay? Too good, to be honest. The kind of good where I wanted to slip my hand under his shirt. I wasn’t gonna do that, though.
Preston looked up at me. “I’m sorry about everything.”
He looked so sorry, too. I felt almost bad for him. It wasn’t Preston’s fault Xan had decided he liked him better. We stared into each other’s eyes for what had to be way too long for your average apology.
Without fucking thinking, I kissed him. Startled by what I did, I pulled back almost immediately.
“Why’d you stop?” Preston asked.
I hit what I thought was the off switch for the lights. It was. My heart skipped a beat. “I don’t know why I stopped.”
Then, I kissed him again. He returned it eagerly, even deepening the kiss. I let him do this, and I let him climb on top of me. I moaned slightly at the feel of his body weight on top of me. He smirked as I writhed beneath him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Completely,” I breathed.
Preston kissed me again. He pressed his tongue forward. I met it enthusiastically, even slipping a hand under his shirt. I felt him shiver at that.
He asked, “Can I -- can I do that to you?”
“What, go under my under my shirt?” Is that what he meant?
“Y-yeah,” he muttered.
“Of course,” I said.
Hesitantly, he did so. “I’m sorry. I -- I just haven’t ever really done this before. Xan -- was so different.” He stopped himself. Even in the darkness, I could see him blush. “I didn’t mean to mention him.”
I smiled at him. “It’s okay, man.” I leaned up and kissed him again. Preston seemed to get it. He kissed me back, anyway, with his hand under my shirt. We kissed like that for a while, and it felt good enough that I started to feel an ache between my legs.
Eventually, Preston broke the kiss. “Can I -- take your shirt off?”
“Sure.”
He muttered, “I really don’t know what I’m doing; I’m sorry.”
I said, “You don’t have to know what you’re doing.” I grabbed the edges of his shirt. “Mind if I take yours off?”
Preston shook his head. “I don’t mind. I -- want you to.”
I did so, realizing that I might have to take control here, even if that wasn’t my thing. Once Preston’s shirt was off, I couldn’t help staring at him in the dim light of the room. He was fucking hot.
Preston stared back at me. “What?”
“You’re fucking hot,” I said.
To help things along, I pulled off my own shirt. Now it was Preston’s turn to stare. He looked at me with such intensity. I felt that shift again. What the fuck?
“Did you feel that?” he breathed.
I totally fucking did. “Yeah.”
Whatever the fuck it was, Preston got a whole lot more confident. I could see it in his face. He kissed me again, roughly. I wrapped my arms around him as I kissed him back. I writhed beneath him and moaned into the kiss. Damn, that felt good.
Preston started kissing my neck again. I gasped as he did so.
He murmured, “I still have no idea what I’m doing.”
His words didn’t exactly match his actions, because he did a damn good job when he kissed down my chest. It was enough that I grabbed the sheets to steady myself. Preston did move slowly, and kind of hesitantly, but he was still a good kisser.
Preston paused when he reached the waistband of my pajama pants. He glanced up at me questioningly. Just looking at his face made my fucking heart skip a beat. His eyes shined with lust, and, damn was he beautiful.
“Do -- do you want me to?” he asked.
It was hard enough to fucking speak. “Y-yeah,” I managed.
Way, way too slowly, Preston pulled off my pants and exposed me. With yet more frustrating fucking slowness, he positioned himself between my legs. He leaned over. I nodded with what I hoped was encouragement. The anticipation was too fucking much.
He place his lips around my tip. I shivered, even from that small movement. He glanced up at me, still with that questioning look in his eyes. I nodded again, hoping I could, like, beam confidence into him. He had certainly beamed something into me. I felt his presence in my mind, though that should have been fucking impossible.
When Preston took more of me in his mouth, I gasped from the feeling. Ever so fucking slowly, he slid his lips up and down my cock. I enjoyed this until he stopped.
“You’re doing great,” I said.
That seemed to help a bit. He continued the slow sliding motion, sending shiver of pleasure after shiver of pleasure up my spine. I could tell he didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but it felt good, anyway. It felt good enough that if he kept it up, I might go over the fucking edge soon.
Of course, he chose that moment to fucking stop. Preston looked at me oddly. I could see him blushing.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked.
He wouldn’t look me in the eye. “B-because I want...”
I raised an eyebrow. “Because you want what?”
“I -- I want t-to -- to take you,” he stammered.
Smiling, I said, “I have an idea for how we can do this. Why don’t you, like, lie down on your back?”
Preston raised an eyebrow, but he did what I said. I hoped this would fucking work. I preferred to have the other guy inside me, but I knew Preston would need some help.
I muttered, “I wonder where the lube is in here.” Xan almost certainly kept some around.
Luckily it didn’t take much searching. I found lube in the night stand, along with...other things best left for later. I pulled Preston’s pajama pants off and exposed him. Like me, he was already hard. I squeezed some lube into my hand.
I asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah,” he said.
Carefully, I lubed up Preston’s dick. He moaned softly as I worked on him. The fact that I could make him produce those sounds? Fucking awesome. I smiled as I straddled him and positioned myself over his cock. He looked up at me with such obvious anticipation, breathing already ragged. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. He cried out when I did so. I cried out, too. Damn, that felt good. I grabbed Preston’s shoulders and began sliding up and down him.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“A-amazing,” he gasped.
I kept up the sliding motion, changing my angle slightly so that Preston hit my spot. As I moved, I watched his face and listened to the noises he made. For every up-and-down, a shiver of pleasure ran up my spine. I made my own noises. My body got tenser and tenser as I worked. The feelings were becoming too much, especially when I looked at Preston’s beautiful face.
He had his eyes closed and wore an expression of complete bliss. Me -- I was doing that to him. It was more than a bit difficult to believe. I tried not to squeeze his shoulders too hard; I didn’t want to hurt him.
I stroked myself as I continued to slide up and down Preston. That combination proved quickly to be too much. I climaxed, my body tensing and releasing as I came. I cried out when I did, a sound of sheer fucking pleasure. Preston came not long after, nearly fucking screaming when he did.
The look on his face when he came? Fucking amazing. I got off of Preston and snuggled up next to him.
“You feel better?” he murmured.
I said, “Yeah, I do. Thanks, seriously.”
“You’re welcome.”
I did feel better, though I didn’t want to have to think about what this meant. What the fuck did it even mean? Tomorrow, we would have to talk about it. Until then, I would just enjoy enjoy the feeling of Preston’s body against my own.
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written for 500themes prompt #61 - "Smoldering Heart"
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Xan shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Maybe it’s time we all went to sleep. I set some pajamas on the beds in the guest room for Preston and Dylan.”
“Uh, thanks,” I muttered.
Preston grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. Xan gave us an odd look. His eyes lingered on me, causing my face to flush. Why the fuck would my face flush at that, though? It wasn’t like Xan wanted me. He must have been jealous Preston appeared to prefer me over him.
I glared at Xan to show just what I thought of him. He actually fucking flinched. Jirrin gave him a funny, kind of knowing look. Zimarans made as little sense as humans sometimes did. Say, author, do you have a “Sentient Being Behavior Translator” on hand? What, that’s not a thing? You’re a fucking author, invent one! No? Fuck you.
While I didn’t know the direction to the guest room, Preston apparently did, so I followed him. We still held hands, and I could still feel Xan’s looking at me. Yeah, I couldn’t control his gaze, but what right did he have to, like, stare longingly when he was the one who had been a giant fucking jerkass?
The guest room was almost as fancy as Xan’s bedroom. Sure, the beds didn’t have fucking canopies or anything, but they were big, suitable for at least two people, with silver frames and black sheets that gave off a not-exactly subtle sheen. It was all so very -- so very Xan.
I muttered, “I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep in here.”
“Why not?” Preston asked.
I sighed. “It reminds me too much of Xan. Everything looks like him.”
He said, “It does look like him, doesn’t it? If you want, I could -- could stay with you in one of the beds. Not to try anything, but -- if you wanted the support?” Preston blushed as he spoke, and I had the feeling he did want to try something.
I still accepted his offer. “Yeah, that might be, like, helpful.”
After we washed up, Preston smiled at me as we picked up the pajamas that lay on the beds. They looked kind of like human pajamas and kind of not. They were a bit fucking shiny, but they were, at least, regular drawstring sorta-sweatpants and what looked like your average t-shirt. I turned away from Preston as we changed, though, I admit, I was tempted to look. Don’t tell anyone I was, okay? Oh right, you’re writing everything down. Dammit.
My pajama pants were way too fucking long on me, due to my parents handing me the short genes. The shirt was huge, too. Oh well, at least the stuff was comfortable. Of course, Preston looked way better in his pajamas, being not quite so short and skinny. I may have stopped to stare for a couple moments.
I climbed onto one of the beds and under the sheets. “So, are you going to, like, join me?”
He grinned. “Of course.”
Preston climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets up to his waist. Immediately, I felt slightly more comfortable despite the distinctly uncomfortable surroundings. I turned to look at my roommate. Shiny alien pajamas suited him.
He raised an eyebrow. “What are you looking at?”
My face heated up. I wasn’t fucking blushing, was I?
“And why are you blushing?” Preston wondered.
Oh great, I guess I was fucking blushing. There wasn’t anything weird about sharing a bed with your friend who said he wanted you more than the guy he just had sex with, was there? Don’t look at me like that. I know there’s something weird about it, but let me have my denial, okay?
I muttered, “I’m blushing because everything is a big fucking bucket of weird right now.”
“Yeah, things got pretty messed up, huh? I’m -- I’m not sure I’ve absorbed what happened between me and Xan yet,” he whispered.
I said, “I would be surprised if you had.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured.
Preston wiggled closer to me. “You mind if we cuddle?”
“That’s fine,” I said.
He scooted even closer and wrapped an arm around me. My whole body got oddly tense but not in a bad way. I wrapped my arms around Preston and let him snuggle into my shoulder. It felt really, really good, okay? Too good, to be honest. The kind of good where I wanted to slip my hand under his shirt. I wasn’t gonna do that, though.
Preston looked up at me. “I’m sorry about everything.”
He looked so sorry, too. I felt almost bad for him. It wasn’t Preston’s fault Xan had decided he liked him better. We stared into each other’s eyes for what had to be way too long for your average apology.
Without fucking thinking, I kissed him. Startled by what I did, I pulled back almost immediately.
“Why’d you stop?” Preston asked.
I hit what I thought was the off switch for the lights. It was. My heart skipped a beat. “I don’t know why I stopped.”
Then, I kissed him again. He returned it eagerly, even deepening the kiss. I let him do this, and I let him climb on top of me. I moaned slightly at the feel of his body weight on top of me. He smirked as I writhed beneath him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Completely,” I breathed.
Preston kissed me again. He pressed his tongue forward. I met it enthusiastically, even slipping a hand under his shirt. I felt him shiver at that.
He asked, “Can I -- can I do that to you?”
“What, go under my under my shirt?” Is that what he meant?
“Y-yeah,” he muttered.
“Of course,” I said.
Hesitantly, he did so. “I’m sorry. I -- I just haven’t ever really done this before. Xan -- was so different.” He stopped himself. Even in the darkness, I could see him blush. “I didn’t mean to mention him.”
I smiled at him. “It’s okay, man.” I leaned up and kissed him again. Preston seemed to get it. He kissed me back, anyway, with his hand under my shirt. We kissed like that for a while, and it felt good enough that I started to feel an ache between my legs.
Eventually, Preston broke the kiss. “Can I -- take your shirt off?”
“Sure.”
He muttered, “I really don’t know what I’m doing; I’m sorry.”
I said, “You don’t have to know what you’re doing.” I grabbed the edges of his shirt. “Mind if I take yours off?”
Preston shook his head. “I don’t mind. I -- want you to.”
I did so, realizing that I might have to take control here, even if that wasn’t my thing. Once Preston’s shirt was off, I couldn’t help staring at him in the dim light of the room. He was fucking hot.
Preston stared back at me. “What?”
“You’re fucking hot,” I said.
To help things along, I pulled off my own shirt. Now it was Preston’s turn to stare. He looked at me with such intensity. I felt that shift again. What the fuck?
“Did you feel that?” he breathed.
I totally fucking did. “Yeah.”
Whatever the fuck it was, Preston got a whole lot more confident. I could see it in his face. He kissed me again, roughly. I wrapped my arms around him as I kissed him back. I writhed beneath him and moaned into the kiss. Damn, that felt good.
Preston started kissing my neck again. I gasped as he did so.
He murmured, “I still have no idea what I’m doing.”
His words didn’t exactly match his actions, because he did a damn good job when he kissed down my chest. It was enough that I grabbed the sheets to steady myself. Preston did move slowly, and kind of hesitantly, but he was still a good kisser.
Preston paused when he reached the waistband of my pajama pants. He glanced up at me questioningly. Just looking at his face made my fucking heart skip a beat. His eyes shined with lust, and, damn was he beautiful.
“Do -- do you want me to?” he asked.
It was hard enough to fucking speak. “Y-yeah,” I managed.
Way, way too slowly, Preston pulled off my pants and exposed me. With yet more frustrating fucking slowness, he positioned himself between my legs. He leaned over. I nodded with what I hoped was encouragement. The anticipation was too fucking much.
He place his lips around my tip. I shivered, even from that small movement. He glanced up at me, still with that questioning look in his eyes. I nodded again, hoping I could, like, beam confidence into him. He had certainly beamed something into me. I felt his presence in my mind, though that should have been fucking impossible.
When Preston took more of me in his mouth, I gasped from the feeling. Ever so fucking slowly, he slid his lips up and down my cock. I enjoyed this until he stopped.
“You’re doing great,” I said.
That seemed to help a bit. He continued the slow sliding motion, sending shiver of pleasure after shiver of pleasure up my spine. I could tell he didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but it felt good, anyway. It felt good enough that if he kept it up, I might go over the fucking edge soon.
Of course, he chose that moment to fucking stop. Preston looked at me oddly. I could see him blushing.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked.
He wouldn’t look me in the eye. “B-because I want...”
I raised an eyebrow. “Because you want what?”
“I -- I want t-to -- to take you,” he stammered.
Smiling, I said, “I have an idea for how we can do this. Why don’t you, like, lie down on your back?”
Preston raised an eyebrow, but he did what I said. I hoped this would fucking work. I preferred to have the other guy inside me, but I knew Preston would need some help.
I muttered, “I wonder where the lube is in here.” Xan almost certainly kept some around.
Luckily it didn’t take much searching. I found lube in the night stand, along with...other things best left for later. I pulled Preston’s pajama pants off and exposed him. Like me, he was already hard. I squeezed some lube into my hand.
I asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah,” he said.
Carefully, I lubed up Preston’s dick. He moaned softly as I worked on him. The fact that I could make him produce those sounds? Fucking awesome. I smiled as I straddled him and positioned myself over his cock. He looked up at me with such obvious anticipation, breathing already ragged. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. He cried out when I did so. I cried out, too. Damn, that felt good. I grabbed Preston’s shoulders and began sliding up and down him.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“A-amazing,” he gasped.
I kept up the sliding motion, changing my angle slightly so that Preston hit my spot. As I moved, I watched his face and listened to the noises he made. For every up-and-down, a shiver of pleasure ran up my spine. I made my own noises. My body got tenser and tenser as I worked. The feelings were becoming too much, especially when I looked at Preston’s beautiful face.
He had his eyes closed and wore an expression of complete bliss. Me -- I was doing that to him. It was more than a bit difficult to believe. I tried not to squeeze his shoulders too hard; I didn’t want to hurt him.
I stroked myself as I continued to slide up and down Preston. That combination proved quickly to be too much. I climaxed, my body tensing and releasing as I came. I cried out when I did, a sound of sheer fucking pleasure. Preston came not long after, nearly fucking screaming when he did.
The look on his face when he came? Fucking amazing. I got off of Preston and snuggled up next to him.
“You feel better?” he murmured.
I said, “Yeah, I do. Thanks, seriously.”
“You’re welcome.”
I did feel better, though I didn’t want to have to think about what this meant. What the fuck did it even mean? Tomorrow, we would have to talk about it. Until then, I would just enjoy enjoy the feeling of Preston’s body against my own.
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written for 500themes prompt #61 - "Smoldering Heart"
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