Rage
Title: Rage
Main Pairing: Bill/Tom
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, High School
Warnings: Non-con/rape, Violence, Minor Character Death
Chapter: 3/4
Finished: No
Bill's house had proved cooler than Tom expected. It was larger, far larger than Tom's house and the rest in his neighborhood. Bill's family had money, there was no doubt about that, and it seemed that either Mr Trumper or Mrs Trumper liked to flaunt it.
Bill paid no mind when Tom stopped to gap at the massive chandelier as he strolled through the front door and dumped his backpack to the ground. The walls were painted white and the furniture was modern in style. Everything was shiny stainless steel or pristine white and Tom was afraid to even walk for fear bringing dirt in. Through the glass sliding doors in the back, Tom could see a pool and a few exotic green plants lined the windowsill.
"Media room is in here. We have XBox, PS3, Wii, Kinect. You name it, we got it." Bill waved his hand in some vague gesture as he walked into the living room. The boy picked up a remote and with a simple click, the fireplace beneath the flatscreen television came to life. Tom jumped back, slightly startled, and Bill laughed.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Bill raised an eyebrow in question and Tom suddenly realized that the boy was getting immense satisfaction out of watching Tom's reactions.
"Y-yeah," Tom tugged at his sleeve. "It's okay I guess."
"Uh huh," Bill grinned knowingly. "How about you pick out the game and the game system."
"Oh right." Tom walked curiously over to the large cabinet besides the fireplace and peered inside. "You have a PS3?"
"I told you that we just about have everything." Bill shrugged and Tom found himself throwing a grin towards Bill.
"Alright Black Ops it is."
After an hour of violent video games that revolved around gunning down prostitutes or running over grandmothers with cars, Tom decided that Bill was actually pretty cool. The boy was practically beating Tom in every game they played, especially those involving guns, and Tom was impressed.
"I win again!" Bill crowed, jumping in the air and kicking up his feet behind him.
"Yeah okay." Tom snorted at Bill's reaction and selected to restart the game. "I'll win this time jus you watch."
"Please." Bill rolled his eyes, "You suck at this game, Tom."
"I do not!" Tom fumed and Bill laughed.
"You do! You do!" Bill teased, reaching out to shove Tom in the shoulder. Tom moved to block it and Bill's hand missed so that he ended up grabbing Tom's hand.
That simple touch was the first time that Bill had ever really touched Tom's bare skin before. An electric shock exploded between the two as both teens looked to each other, shock evident across their faces. Never before had Tom ever reacted so strongly to someone and from the looks of it, neither had Bill. The dark haired teen immediately released the others hand and wiped his hand on his jeans.
"I never would have pegged you for a Call of Duty fan." Tom laughed awkwardly, plopping down on the couch as Bill took out another vehicle. "You're pretty cool."
"Thanks." Bill said, blushing slightly as he set down his controller. The boy glanced hesitantly at Tom and the dreadhead felt something stir deep inside of him.
Bill intrigued Tom. He was fascinated that Bill, while in appearance looked so delicate and feminine, had the balls to walk around looking the way he did everyday. Bill who resembled more female than male, had the guts to stand up to Tyler and his gang. And yet here was Bill, clad in his tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts, eyes lined with makeup and lips painted with gloss.
"Bill?" Tom asked, looking to the other.
The dark haired boy delicately sat down besides Tom and shifted so that his knees were facing the other. Bill looked so delicate then with his thin arms and wide eyes. Something, something dark and perverted, was brewing inside of Tom. It was similar to the feelings Tom got when he jacked off to the photos of girls at school. It was an animalistic urge to destroy something so beautiful and innocent, and Tom's face paled as realization washed over him.
Was Tom attracted to Bill?
"What is it?" Bill inquired, batting his eyelashes sweetly like a girl. Tom blinked, unsure if he was imagining this or not.
"Are we... are we friends?" Tom asked softly and Bill tensed.
"Oh." The boy said, sounding slightly caught off guard. "Well I mean... yeah I think of you as a friend... but if you don't want people to know, then that's fine. I'll keep quite."
"That's not what I meant." Tom muttered.
"Then what did you mean?" Bill shifted closer on the couch and was so bold as to rest his hand on Tom's knee.
"I just... you're..." Tom fumbled with his words and winced when Bill squeezed his knee.
"I'd like it if we could be friends, Tom." Bill whispered, bitting his lip nervously and Tom's attention was drawn to the boy's mouth.
This was sin. It was sin when Tom got off furiously at night in the sanctuary of his bedroom and it was sin that was running through his mind now when he looked at Bill. The boy was so delicate, Tom could not help but think how easy it would be to overpower the boy. How simple it would be to shove Bill to the ground in that moment and force his member inside the boy.
"We don't have to friends if you don't want to." Bill sighed when Tom did not respond. "I know that you sort of hate me. I don't even know why I invited you over here to begin with."
The boy ran a hand through his hair and that slow burning was already starting to build within Tom. Tom could pin Bill down and do whatever he pleased with the boy. Tom could fuck him over and over against his will in his own home nonetheless. After all, the Trumpers were out of town.
Tom had never before been attracted to a boy and yet now, it seemed so natural. Bill while male, did not remind Tom of being a man at all. Bill was like a girl and that turned on Tom terribly.
"I want to be friends." Tom finally spoke and Bill's eyes widened.
"You do?" The boy questioned in disbelief. Those wide sparkling eyes were watching Tom, light up in happiness and Tom had been the cause of it. Tom pondered what Bill's pained cries would sound like when he impaled him.
"Yeah." Tom said, shifting on the couch so that his legs were facing Bill's as well. Bill's eyebrows rose and he looked towards Tom uncertain.
"Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you always stick up for me?" The words hung in the air for a few moments.
"What do you mean?" Bill laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair again.
"I mean, why are you always standing up for me against Tyler." Tom watched Bill curiously as the boy squirmed.
Large round eyes flickered nervously from Tom's eyes down to his mouth and Tom flushed. There was no imagining it, Tom's observation about Bill's flirtation had been right. There was something between them.
"I just can't stand that Tyler can treat people like that and get away with it." Bill sighed, forehead creasing. "I can't stand that he and his gang just push everyone around and we're all supposed to deal with it."
"Oh."
"I hate that they make fun of me everyday and call me a 'faggot'. I hate that they pick on the weak to make themselves stronger. But most of all..."
"Y-yeah."
"I hate that they pick on you, Tom." Bill turned to face the dreadhead. There was a look of sadness in Bill's eyes, a raw feeling of hurt and anger that Tom did not know Bill had felt with such intensity.
"Why?" Tom's throat was dry and he struggled to swallow.
"Because Tom... you're a great person, you really are. You're the kindest person that I've ever met and I hate that someone as nice as you gets pushed around by some assholes like that. You've done nothing wrong and Tyler always seems to have it out for you. He was always ridiculing you for being different, for being yourself, and now look at you. You come back senior year totally changed, totally acceptable quite frankly by anyone's standards and Tyler just has to pick on you again. He's like... he's like fixated on you or something." Bill bit his lip and looked down.
"What?" Tom frowned but Bill shook his head.
"You've changed so much this year, Tom. It's just amazing. You're amazing. I can't stand to see the nice people around me get pushed around anymore."
"You've stood up for others before but not like with me. Not like with me, Bill." Tom said slowly and Bill's face burned. Tom shifted again, legs opening a little wider in the massive amount of material in his baggy jeans to accommodate the growing problem between his legs.
"It's nothing personal." Bill whispered.
"Then why do you do it, Bill?" Tom's eyes trailed down to the boy's mouth.
"I don't know."
"But why? Why me?" Tom pressed and Bill looked desperately to Tom.
"Because..." Bill whispered, eyes flickering briefly to Tom's mouth. Tom caught Bill's gaze and the dark haired boy looked away hurriedly in embarrassment. But Tom had caught Bill looking, caught Bill looking at this mouth, caught the way Bill's cheeks flushed with color.
A sudden warm flush of emotions swirled within Tom's stomach in that moment. Never before had Tom seen Bill look so fragile, so unsure of himself, so unlike his normal loud personality. For once Bill was quite as he was forced to resort to staring down the thick layers of the shag carpet beneath them. The warmth from the fireplace cast the material of Tom's shirt hotly against his back, absorbing the warmth, as a loud pop emitted throughout the room with each crackle. Tom averted his eyes and glanced to the fire. He was unable to look clearly at Bill in that moment.
The animalistic urges that had building so steadily within him, slowly calmed like how the mighty waves of the ocean turned gentle after the great brewing of a storm. The dark beast, the embodiment of sin itself, had struggled with Tom so long that Tom could not truly believe that it was gone. It had pinned Tom against the rocks but that simple sweet smile from the most unlikely person had given Tom strength. The dreadlocked teen had found the power to finally shove that foul creature back from him. Tom had watched in strange fascination and lust as the creature fell over the cliff. He'd watched its crimson blood flow over the jagged rocks at the base and smiled when the waves of the ocean had washed those very same rocks clean once more. The ocean was forgiving and just as it had wiped clean the bloodied mess of sin, it would wash Tom clean. The teen would immerse himself in that pool of that light and feel whole once more. He would let it wash over him until it drowned him- oh how long Tom had waited for this!
The charred black skin that used to cover the boy from head to foot, now peeled away in steady layers, falling around the dreadhead as he was reborn not a boy, but a man.
Trembling fingers clutched themselves into rug beneath them. Once again Tom's eyes sought Bill's but the boy was looking down to point off in a general direction. The flames that had once licked Tom's insides now died down to a steady flame, ever constant in its burning, and raw lust became pure. The thick liquid of spittle was difficult to swallow but Tom did so anyways as a shaking hand reached to his companions.
When that hand encased its prize, both boys jumped in startled delight. The roll of shinning hazel eyes towards bashful dark ones spoke volumes in that quiet room to a soft backbeat of thumping hearts and pounding blood rushing through ears like horses off to the races. The fluttering in Tom's stomach was so pure, white, innocent in nature that he could have wept.
"T-Tom?" The name fell like water from Bill's pink plump lips and Tom made a strangled noise.
Before Tom's mind could process the deep feelings on possessiveness he felt, his body shot forward like a canon. Strong fingers snagged and tangled themselves into a deep forest of black hair and used those silken strands like the soft leather of a horse's reins to pull the boy's face towards him. Bill's mouth, that had fallen open in surprise, now was covered by Tom's lips that moved fervently against him. Bill could only grasp weakly at the loose material of Tom's shirt and cling to his shoulders as he was throughly claimed in mind and body. The boy met the other with small whimpers of delight and pleasure as the fire behind them roared louder than ever.
At last, Tom's mind seemed to say. The muscled man pulled the boy's body flush against his until Tom was able to feel Bill's rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt. He encased Bill in his arms, wishing to protect the delicate boy from the rest of the world, and inhaled his scented hair. It felt like the world was finally complete. Just as Bill had stood up for Tom all this time when he had been too weak, Tom would return that favor and protect Bill until he gave his last dying breath. Both males' skin sang in a fiery attraction and innate need to be closer. They would grind against once another as their mouths met wetly, until they had grinded their bone marrow into the other. A soft dust would gather between them.
Oh how sweet it would feel! Their union would represent the merging of something good and evil. A sinful act that would have surely made them fall, would now be bathed in the purest of light! A harmony from the heavens would accompany their coupling as the two souls would merge into one. One's blood would become the other's and their flesh would bleed together in thick wet slabs until a wave of ecstasy would pour over them.
"Tom, Tom, Tom." Bill chanted and Tom inhaled so deeply that his very ribcage expanded outward as if it would burst.
"Bill." Tom returned, biting at the other's lips. Tom savored the warmth and their wet feeling as he pulled backwards and licked across them. Bill mewled in slightly protest but Tom's hands were at the back of his head, keeping him in place. Large hands with their many veins and strong fingers traced down the soft skin of Bill's lower back and the dark haired boy moaned sweetly.
"I thought you," Bill sighed, nosing affectionately into Tom's neck. "I thought that you weren't gay. I mean, I had a small feeling from the way you watched me, but most of the time... that look in your eyes... I thought I disgusted you."
"I...I don't know... I can't explain why, why now of all times." Tom gave a clipped laugh and Bill's eyelashes lifted in an alluring manner as the boy looked to the taller male. "For the longest time I just couldn't understand why you'd do that to yourself. Why you'd purposely single yourself out like that when you only knew that it drew attention and brought the negative kind as well."
"Because that's who I am, Tom." Bill's shoulders had tensed slightly but Tom sucked that tension out with the soft kneading of his fingers.
"I was fascinated by you. You were so strong, so strong that no one's words or actions could affect you. I wanted that, Bill. I wanted that so badly for so long and you made it look so easy." Tom's breath was shuddering against Bill's collar bone and Bill hugged Tom's head to his chest.
"But look at you. Look at the strength that you have now. It's so hot, Tom." Bill groaned, hips rocking down against the carpet, "It's so hot. It makes me want to... want to do things to you... oh god."
"I want things." Tom murmured shyly but was not so shy when he lifted Bill's shirt and attached his mouth to an erect nipple. The dreadhead laved at the perked rosebud and held tight, supporting Bill's back as the boy practically bowed backwards. He swirled his tongue over and over again against the warm flesh and smiled at the noises the other was making.
"I want this." Bill's voice was so soft that Tom barely even heard him. The boy brushed a tangle of dark locks over his shoulder and gazed down adoringly at his companion. Tom's dreads were rough against Bill's soft hands but he continued to pet them softly. It was as if Bill could whisper Tom his every secret as the world narrowed down to just the two of them.
"You what?" The tongue against Bill's chest pulled back and Tom panted a hot breath against them, watching in fascination as the bud tightened. Curious hazel eyes looked upwards and while Bill was shy, he met Tom's gaze determinedly.
"I want this. I want you. Please." Bill's eyes fluttered shut and he pulled Tom up against him and nuzzled into the man's shoulder. The material of Bill's shirt was bunched between them and Tom found himself pulling the article from his... classmate... friend... boyfriend...lover. Mot definitely lover. Tom pulled his lover's shirt off and gathered the naked flesh against his body, arousal stirring further within him as he felt Bill shudder against him.
"I want this too. I didn't even know this morning that I did but I do now. I want you so badly Bill. I don't even understand how I couldn't have seen it before," Tom pressed a hot kiss to the dark haired boy's lips and Bill hummed. "Should we go upstairs?"
Bill's eyes popped open at once.
"No! No, I want to do it here... in front of the fireplace." Bill blushed and Tom's grin grew.
"You mean on the shag?" Tom smirked, rubbing his hands up and down Bill's side greedily. "You want to shag on the shag?"
"Tom!" Bill laughed, the mood between the two lightening.
"Well you do." Tom laughed. The man grabbed the smaller boy by the shoulders and shoved him back so that he lay pinned against the carpet. And while it was Tom that crawled over Bill, and while it was Tom that Bill's wrists pinned besides his head, it was Bill that truly was in control. One look into those sparkling amber eyes that seemed to hold all the mirth in the world and Tom was lost.
Bill's breath caught as his visioned focused in on Tom's impish grin. Then soft pale hands and long spindly fingers were pulling at the material of Tom's sweatshirt and playfully tugging at the hem of the man's shirt. Tom extended his right hand to his left hip and mirrored the position with this other on the other hip. Then, in one fell swoop, Tom was tugging the baggy shirt from his body to reveal the chiseled frame beneath. Bill's eyes followed as the material rose, with each inch revealing more and more tantalizing skin splayed over a sculpted abdomen.
It was obvious that Tom had begun to work out vigorously over the summer. One might wonder why with Tom's physique the dreadhead was still being beat up at school, but Tom had never really thrown a punch, he'd seen no reason to. Tom was one against violence and yet it seemed that was all that filled his mind as of late.
"Holy shit." Bill cursed, hands immediately flying to access that the sight before him was in fact real. An immense feeling of pride surged through Tom's body and he gave Bill's hip an appreciative squeeze.
Both boys pants were tented now and Tom shifted uneasily over his lover, unsure if he shoulder be the one to make the move of taking off his pants first. Bill seemed to be wondering a similar thing as his hands still and as he captured his bottom lip between his teeth.
The short wait was killing Tom and he finally gave in on account of the deep ache that continued to pool between his legs. Happiness was the only emotion that Tom seemed to know now as he pulled off Bill's pants and then his. Both boys were breathing heavier now, eyes lidded, wetting their chapped lips with quick swipes of their tongues. Painful memories of the taunting at school and the ache that came with the bruises on Tom's body seemed to fade away. the two bodies untied in a hot mess as they moved against one another, the thin material of their boxers still separating them from accomplishing what they really wanted. They moved together sweetly as if it were dance, bumping and lurching upwards to meet the other's hips in a series of desperate thrusts. A wetness gathered in their lower regions and became uncomfortable as the heat of the fire only continued to rise in time with their cries.
In a sense these this pair was about to fall. They would fall long and hard, plummeting downwards through time and space, and oh what a long fall it would be. Such emotions, felt so strongly by both sides, was not normal. The passion between two souls would prove to be too much for them, they would surely die from the power of it. But before such a premature death could befall either of them, they would join. If that were to be the case, Tom no longer cared if they fell for an eternity.
Finally, before the floodgates could give way, they broke apart. Gasping breathes, heaving shoulders, and panted whispers filled the room as the two forms shuffled around atop each other. A few words were exchanged before the long anticipated question was brought up.
"Do you... do you have anything to make it go a little smoother?" Tom winced as he spoke. Bill's ears burned and Tom felt like such a pervert for asking.
"N-no I'm always with my parents when we go to the drugstore so..." Bill trailed off, a look of disappointment and desperation covering his face.
"Nothing? You don't have someone hand lotion or oils or something?" Tom's voice was hoarse and his member was an angry red from where it jutted out between his legs. Both boys were entirely hairless and it had only made their grinding all that much smoother. But no amount of precome could smooth the way for the tight fit that Bill and Tom would be attempting, an outside aid would be needed.
"My mom does but it's upstairs in her bathroom. I could get it if you want." Bill offered but Tom shook his head.
"We'd use a fair amount and your mom would definitely notice. You don't have anything else?" Tom's hands were sweaty when they pushed Bill's hair from his face and the teen mewled, nuzzling into the touch.
"Well I have one thing." Bill whispered, eyes darting towards the kitchen, "Let me up."
"Bill, hurry." Tom clenched his teeth as Bill scrambled to his feet and padded off towards the kitchen. That irregular swing of the hips that Bill had always seemed to have, only made the longing in Tom's groin worse and he averted his eyes quickly. None of Tom's sexual fantasies had ever involved anal and yet the sight of Bill's pert rear was turning him on like no other.
Bill could be heard rummaging through the kitchen loudly, muttering to himself something that Tom's ears could not pick up from this range. Then finally the pantry door was slammed shut and Bill produced a triumphant sound. The dark haired boy slid across the hardwood and plopped down besides the dreadhead, pink lips pulled into a sly smile.
"Will this do?" Bill titled his head and Tom blinked at the object.
"Crisco?" The man wondered aloud and Bill coughed.
"My cousin mentioned using it once and... well it sounded like it worked out alright for them." Bill shoved the large bottle into Tom's hands. Tom held it awkwardly, images of his mother in kitchen coming to mind, but he quickly shook himself of these thoughts.
"Yeah this will work. Lie down again and I'll use my fingers." Tom set the bottle down and motioned towards the floor.
"I already did." Bill blurted.
"Huh?"
"Last night, oh god, last night. I couldn't help myself." Bill's face was as red as a tomato. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you."
"What...what did you think about?" Tom inquired but Bill ducked his head, cheeks flaming and Tom titled his head to get a better look at the boy.
"Don't be an ass." Bill sounded angry but his face communicated his true feelings. Bill was terribly embarrassed admitting something like this to Tom and didn't want to have to come right out to say it.
"I'm not. Tell me, I want to know." A warm hand encased Bill's and the dark haired boy sighed contently.
"I just kept thinking about what it feel like for you to fuck me." Bill's eyes flashed up to meet Tom's and the latter groaned.
"Ah Bill." Tom's hand tightened around the other's. "You can't say things like that or I'm gonna lose it."
"Then let's do it. For real... you inside of me. I want this." Swift and as lean as a cat, the smaller male pushed the other backwards and slinked over him. Tom watched in amusement as Bill made a show of licking his lips and subtly grinding down into Tom's lap.
How could this not be sin? Tom had been cleansed and yet the alluring creature in his lap was making all the promises of debauchery and dark passion with the wink of its twinkling dark eyes and red lips. Something about Bill was dangerous, Tom understood that now but found that he no longer cared.
"Fuck me, Tom." Bill whispered, shyness suddenly forgotten as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "Fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk."
"S-shit." Tom's heart stuttered and he fumbled for the bottle of Crisco besides them.
The leaves on the trees outside on that cold Autumn night, rustled steadily in the wind. The stars danced in the dark sky and the fire inside the Trumper's household roared insatiably. Nothing could have ruined that sweet moment when Tom put his fingers inside of Bill despite the boy's protesting that he was ready. Tom was gentle with his lover, a side of tenderness emerged that Tom had not even been aware lay dormant inside him. Those secret nights of rubbing against the sheets or furiously pumping into his hand had been done in animalistic lust.
But not this. This was nothing like what Tom had felt towards those girls at school. This was something else entirely.
"Oh! Tom! Oh Tom!" Bill whimpered, eyes screwed shut as a third finger was inserted into him. The boy's was tight, not unbelievably so, but tight enough that Tom knew it might pose a problem.
"It's not too much?" Tom asked slowly, eyes never leaving his lover's face to make sure that there was no deception. Tom could not live with himself if he ever hurt Bill.
"Mmm," Bill shook his head, rocking his himself further down onto the blunt objects penetrating him. "I'm fine. More, I want more."
"Just wait a bit, okay? I don't want to hurt you." Arousal was proving too much for Tom given the desperate noises that Bill was making but he knew that he had to hang on. It was too early. Bill's body was inviting him in but wasn't entirely open yet.
"No." Soft hands grabbed onto Tom's wrist and Bill whined low in his throat. "I want it now. Please Tom. Please."
"Fuck, are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Bill replied seriously.
Tom decided to take the dive.
Ever so carefully, Tom pulled his hand free and hiked Bill's endless legs around his waist. The dark haired boy could only grin cheekily as he hooked his feet and squeezed his lover's sides tightly with his thighs. The bottle of Crisco was opened and Bill did not even bother to asking, before he was squirting a dollop into his hands and slathering Tom up. The sensation was wonderful but the man's face remained twisted in concentration on not to come. They'd prolonged this too long and Tom worried that the slightest touch would set him off. Finally Bill released him and said that he was ready. Hot flesh and deep intakes of breath filled the space between them as Tom moved closer, hand loosely guiding his member to its destination.
Bill's thighs were damp with sweat just as was Tom's shaking arms. Tom could feel the heat radiating from his lover and he bit his lip, determined to make this the best experience of Bill's life. The boy's long nails were digging into the tensed muscles on Tom's shoulders and in return Tom dug his fingers harshly into the flesh of Bill's inner thighs. Both boys were nervous.
"Do it, Tom. I love you so much." Tom watched Bill's lips form those words but the sound was somehow distant in his mind. The situation had become all the more serious and nerves were eating away at Tom.
"Tom?" Bill asked, ghosting his hands over the worry lines on Tom's face. "Tom?"
"I won't... I won't hurt you." Tears were brimming at edge of the man's eyes, threatening to spill over and Bill cooed.
"You won't Tom. See how much my body responds to your touch? I want this, I want this so badly. I want you to be the one to take this from me."
"Take this from you?"
"My virginity." The words stabbed at Tom a little deeper.
"You mean you've never?-"
"That doesn't matter Tom. I love you so much. Don't you love me too? I want you to do this to me. God Tom please! I'm so hard." Bill reached up to grab Tom's neck and pressed a desperate kiss to the man's unmoving lips. Bill was so fragile in that moment. He was relying on Tom and Tom didn't want to let him down. Bill's eyelashes fluttered against Tom's cheeks bones as the boy pulled back, concerned when the man did not answer him. Tom was fighting with himself internally.
"Tom?" Bill smoothed a finger down the man's cheek. "Tom, answer me."
"I love you." Tom whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to Bill's shoulder. "I want this too. Are you ready?"
"Yes. Oh god yes." Bill laid back down and spread his legs as wide as he could. Then Tom was crawling forward once more until his head was nudging that puckered entrance.
"I love you, Bill. I'm in love with you." Tom said and then he was pressing forward.
The initial slide in was easy up until Tom got halfway inside of his lover. Tom's member was wider around the base and it required a little more force to fully push in. Bill's eyes were closed and he was squeezing his legs around Tom tighter than ever. There was pain in their union but not enough to stop Bill from whispering 'more'.
Flexing leg muscles first tensed as they pulled back and then stretched as they pushed forward. Strong hands were gripping hipbones hard enough that they left bruises while the other set of hands fisted the sheets. The curved slope of a back pulsated forwards bringing with it the first thrust of the hips. A name cried out in pain mixed with shocked pleasure rang out throughout the room and the action was repeated. Sweaty bare flesh brushed against one another and bruised lips kissed every inch of skin that they could reach.
Bill's body was pulling, pulling, pulling Tom deeper and deeper inside of the smaller male. Tom could only grit his teeth and thrust forwards with vigor. The dreadhead had decided in that moment that he wanted to do this with Bill for everyday for the rest of his life.
Bill could only whimper and take all that Tom was giving him. Tom was big. Who would have known that the quiet shy outcast from freshman year would have blossomed into the Adonis before Bill now? Tom had strived for perfect in order to become part of the popular gang and he'd physically achieved it. Every muscle, every angle, Bill couldn't get enough. Tom was pure perfection and his anatomy was rocking Bill's world. With each drag of the hips backwards, Tom would graze Bill so deliciously. With each drive forward, the man would fill the small boy to the brim and hit that spot that ached so badly to be touched. His member was large: long in length and thick, totally hairless and a pleasant pink color save the angry red head. Bill's own slender, but as equally as long as Tom's, member lay fat against his stomach. The urge to come was building.
"Oh god! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck! Tom!" Bill whimpered, hands grappling uselessly against Tom's slick skin.
"Come on now. Come baby." Tom urged, thrusting forwards with such force that Bill was sent further up on the bed. The sheets scrapped painfully against the boy's back and Bill cried out, nails digging into Tom's forearms.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god Tom! Fuck me! Oh!" Bill blabbered.
The boy leaned forwards, hair stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat, and laved at Tom's shoulder. To Bill, Tom's skin was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Tom's pace picked up now as he chased that fire in his loins. Hot hard, oh so hard, flesh spread Bill's cheeks wide as Tom plowed home with his cock. Long lean legs trembled violently on Tom's either side and Bill pressed his face into the carpet and moaned. Sweat poured down Tom's arched back in small beads, gathering at the top swell of his rear.
"You're so hard! Oh god Tom! You're so big!" Bill panted.
Bill's body was practically inviting Tom inside of him. The boys legs lay spread wide, offering a wet soft warm place for Tom drive forward with his aching cock and press deep inside. Oh how deep inside Tom was! The man's breath was short now as he jacked himself deeper and deeper within Bill in a series of short thrusts. Driving forward and filling Bill's tingling opening until the boy's body couldn't possibly take anymore.
"I'm so close! Ah fuck Tom! Give it to me!" Bill wailed and Tom laughed weakly, mind focused making Bill come first.
"God keep talking like that Bill." Tom hooked his arms under Bill's shoulders and laid his head down on the carpet besides the boy's head. The new angle had Tom hitting Bill's spot dead on and Bill screamed.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard! Fuck me with your cock! Tom-" Bill's plea was cut short as the next thrust was his undoing. Bill cried, actually cried, as he came. The boy's hands tensed, his back arched upwards, his toes curled into the sheets, and his face streamed with tears as he shot his load between them. The sticky white fluid spread between their slick skin as Tom continued in his thrusting and smeared across Bill's stomach and chest.
"Holy shit. Holy shit. Yes!" Tom growled, eyes flashing black as he took in the sight of Bill lying helplessly beneath him. The boy's head was tossed to the side, eyes closed as he struggled to regain his breath. Bill's body was so weak now and arousal roared like a mighty beast of sin within Tom. Immense pride of the task he had accomplished spurred Tom onwards. His repeated thrusts had Bill whimpering now from the overstimulation and Tom knew he had to come soon for Bill's sake.
"Too much Tom." Bill murmured, eyes blurred, "Tom it's too much."
"Just a little more... almost there... fuck almost." Tom gasped. The touch of Tom's hands had become rough and hw was gripping Bill too tightly now, frustrated that he'd yet to come.
"Tom...Tomi." The nickname came instinctually as Bill held on for the ride. "Hurry Tomi. So much... it's too much...hurts."
The last word had Tom stopping short. The man froze and stared down at his lover in surprise, guilt written across his face.
"Come Tomi." Bill sighed, mustering all of his strength as he clenched down around Tom as hard as he could. Bill squeezed Tom until it hurt his hip joints and Tom was falling forward, cursing and gasping as he spent his speed.
Tom came in never-ending waves, first exploding in surprise within Bill when he was almost fully out. Then Tom was shoving forward and marking Bill deep within his body. Finally Tom had pulled out and was using his hand to guide his member against Bill's most intimate area. It was a mark of ownership and Bill moaned in delight.
Finally the beast inside of Tom had been sated. The dread head fell forward atop his lover and took a shuddering breath, shaken from the intensity of his orgasm. Tom had never come so hard before.
"That was amazing." Tom said, weakly pressing a kiss to Bill's shoulder. Their coupling had made Tom suddenly affectionate as he wrapped his arms around Bill and just laid there.
"I love you. I sort of always had." Bill stroked his fingers through Tom's hair. "You're amazing. You're the most amazing person that I've ever met Tom. I want to be with you forever."
"Me too." Tom returned half out of breath.
"No I mean it, forever. When I die, I want to be a part of you." Bill's tone had become serious now and Tom cracked an eye open to peer at his lover. The dark haired boy was staring at the ceiling, hugging Tom fiercely to him. "When I die, I want you to cook me and make a soup of my flesh. Peel out my bones and suck the marrow dry and once you've done that, grinding the left overs into a powder and carry them with you forever."
"Bill what are you talking about? Are you not telling me something? Are you going to... are you going to die or something?" Tom became panicked. He tried to sit up to get a better look at the boy but Bill held him down.
"Everyone dies at some point Tom. Can you promise me this?" Bill whispered, eyes falling shut.
"Bill, I love you. I just found out I love you. I don't want you to die." Tom pleaded, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"I'm not going to die yet, Tom. But when I do, promise me." Sleep had begun to overtake the boy and Tom nuzzled into his shoulder.
"Of course. I'll do anything you want." Tom rubbed Bill's arm and the boy sighed.
"Thank you." Bill's speech had slowed as his eyes remained shut. He'd fall asleep at any moment. "Sometimes I wish it was just you and I in the world. I wish that everyone else would just die... just go get shot or something. Then it'd just be us... just us...for-...forever."
Tom watched Bill sleep. He held him all night and thought nothing of what his parents would say when he didn't return home. He doused out the fire and carried Bill back to the boy's upstairs bedroom. Then Tom had laid Bill down and crawled in besides him.
Tom had never had a more restful sleep.
Main Pairing: Bill/Tom
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, High School
Warnings: Non-con/rape, Violence, Minor Character Death
Chapter: 3/4
Finished: No
Bill's house had proved cooler than Tom expected. It was larger, far larger than Tom's house and the rest in his neighborhood. Bill's family had money, there was no doubt about that, and it seemed that either Mr Trumper or Mrs Trumper liked to flaunt it.
Bill paid no mind when Tom stopped to gap at the massive chandelier as he strolled through the front door and dumped his backpack to the ground. The walls were painted white and the furniture was modern in style. Everything was shiny stainless steel or pristine white and Tom was afraid to even walk for fear bringing dirt in. Through the glass sliding doors in the back, Tom could see a pool and a few exotic green plants lined the windowsill.
"Media room is in here. We have XBox, PS3, Wii, Kinect. You name it, we got it." Bill waved his hand in some vague gesture as he walked into the living room. The boy picked up a remote and with a simple click, the fireplace beneath the flatscreen television came to life. Tom jumped back, slightly startled, and Bill laughed.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Bill raised an eyebrow in question and Tom suddenly realized that the boy was getting immense satisfaction out of watching Tom's reactions.
"Y-yeah," Tom tugged at his sleeve. "It's okay I guess."
"Uh huh," Bill grinned knowingly. "How about you pick out the game and the game system."
"Oh right." Tom walked curiously over to the large cabinet besides the fireplace and peered inside. "You have a PS3?"
"I told you that we just about have everything." Bill shrugged and Tom found himself throwing a grin towards Bill.
"Alright Black Ops it is."
After an hour of violent video games that revolved around gunning down prostitutes or running over grandmothers with cars, Tom decided that Bill was actually pretty cool. The boy was practically beating Tom in every game they played, especially those involving guns, and Tom was impressed.
"I win again!" Bill crowed, jumping in the air and kicking up his feet behind him.
"Yeah okay." Tom snorted at Bill's reaction and selected to restart the game. "I'll win this time jus you watch."
"Please." Bill rolled his eyes, "You suck at this game, Tom."
"I do not!" Tom fumed and Bill laughed.
"You do! You do!" Bill teased, reaching out to shove Tom in the shoulder. Tom moved to block it and Bill's hand missed so that he ended up grabbing Tom's hand.
That simple touch was the first time that Bill had ever really touched Tom's bare skin before. An electric shock exploded between the two as both teens looked to each other, shock evident across their faces. Never before had Tom ever reacted so strongly to someone and from the looks of it, neither had Bill. The dark haired teen immediately released the others hand and wiped his hand on his jeans.
"I never would have pegged you for a Call of Duty fan." Tom laughed awkwardly, plopping down on the couch as Bill took out another vehicle. "You're pretty cool."
"Thanks." Bill said, blushing slightly as he set down his controller. The boy glanced hesitantly at Tom and the dreadhead felt something stir deep inside of him.
Bill intrigued Tom. He was fascinated that Bill, while in appearance looked so delicate and feminine, had the balls to walk around looking the way he did everyday. Bill who resembled more female than male, had the guts to stand up to Tyler and his gang. And yet here was Bill, clad in his tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts, eyes lined with makeup and lips painted with gloss.
"Bill?" Tom asked, looking to the other.
The dark haired boy delicately sat down besides Tom and shifted so that his knees were facing the other. Bill looked so delicate then with his thin arms and wide eyes. Something, something dark and perverted, was brewing inside of Tom. It was similar to the feelings Tom got when he jacked off to the photos of girls at school. It was an animalistic urge to destroy something so beautiful and innocent, and Tom's face paled as realization washed over him.
Was Tom attracted to Bill?
"What is it?" Bill inquired, batting his eyelashes sweetly like a girl. Tom blinked, unsure if he was imagining this or not.
"Are we... are we friends?" Tom asked softly and Bill tensed.
"Oh." The boy said, sounding slightly caught off guard. "Well I mean... yeah I think of you as a friend... but if you don't want people to know, then that's fine. I'll keep quite."
"That's not what I meant." Tom muttered.
"Then what did you mean?" Bill shifted closer on the couch and was so bold as to rest his hand on Tom's knee.
"I just... you're..." Tom fumbled with his words and winced when Bill squeezed his knee.
"I'd like it if we could be friends, Tom." Bill whispered, bitting his lip nervously and Tom's attention was drawn to the boy's mouth.
This was sin. It was sin when Tom got off furiously at night in the sanctuary of his bedroom and it was sin that was running through his mind now when he looked at Bill. The boy was so delicate, Tom could not help but think how easy it would be to overpower the boy. How simple it would be to shove Bill to the ground in that moment and force his member inside the boy.
"We don't have to friends if you don't want to." Bill sighed when Tom did not respond. "I know that you sort of hate me. I don't even know why I invited you over here to begin with."
The boy ran a hand through his hair and that slow burning was already starting to build within Tom. Tom could pin Bill down and do whatever he pleased with the boy. Tom could fuck him over and over against his will in his own home nonetheless. After all, the Trumpers were out of town.
Tom had never before been attracted to a boy and yet now, it seemed so natural. Bill while male, did not remind Tom of being a man at all. Bill was like a girl and that turned on Tom terribly.
"I want to be friends." Tom finally spoke and Bill's eyes widened.
"You do?" The boy questioned in disbelief. Those wide sparkling eyes were watching Tom, light up in happiness and Tom had been the cause of it. Tom pondered what Bill's pained cries would sound like when he impaled him.
"Yeah." Tom said, shifting on the couch so that his legs were facing Bill's as well. Bill's eyebrows rose and he looked towards Tom uncertain.
"Bill?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you always stick up for me?" The words hung in the air for a few moments.
"What do you mean?" Bill laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair again.
"I mean, why are you always standing up for me against Tyler." Tom watched Bill curiously as the boy squirmed.
Large round eyes flickered nervously from Tom's eyes down to his mouth and Tom flushed. There was no imagining it, Tom's observation about Bill's flirtation had been right. There was something between them.
"I just can't stand that Tyler can treat people like that and get away with it." Bill sighed, forehead creasing. "I can't stand that he and his gang just push everyone around and we're all supposed to deal with it."
"Oh."
"I hate that they make fun of me everyday and call me a 'faggot'. I hate that they pick on the weak to make themselves stronger. But most of all..."
"Y-yeah."
"I hate that they pick on you, Tom." Bill turned to face the dreadhead. There was a look of sadness in Bill's eyes, a raw feeling of hurt and anger that Tom did not know Bill had felt with such intensity.
"Why?" Tom's throat was dry and he struggled to swallow.
"Because Tom... you're a great person, you really are. You're the kindest person that I've ever met and I hate that someone as nice as you gets pushed around by some assholes like that. You've done nothing wrong and Tyler always seems to have it out for you. He was always ridiculing you for being different, for being yourself, and now look at you. You come back senior year totally changed, totally acceptable quite frankly by anyone's standards and Tyler just has to pick on you again. He's like... he's like fixated on you or something." Bill bit his lip and looked down.
"What?" Tom frowned but Bill shook his head.
"You've changed so much this year, Tom. It's just amazing. You're amazing. I can't stand to see the nice people around me get pushed around anymore."
"You've stood up for others before but not like with me. Not like with me, Bill." Tom said slowly and Bill's face burned. Tom shifted again, legs opening a little wider in the massive amount of material in his baggy jeans to accommodate the growing problem between his legs.
"It's nothing personal." Bill whispered.
"Then why do you do it, Bill?" Tom's eyes trailed down to the boy's mouth.
"I don't know."
"But why? Why me?" Tom pressed and Bill looked desperately to Tom.
"Because..." Bill whispered, eyes flickering briefly to Tom's mouth. Tom caught Bill's gaze and the dark haired boy looked away hurriedly in embarrassment. But Tom had caught Bill looking, caught Bill looking at this mouth, caught the way Bill's cheeks flushed with color.
A sudden warm flush of emotions swirled within Tom's stomach in that moment. Never before had Tom seen Bill look so fragile, so unsure of himself, so unlike his normal loud personality. For once Bill was quite as he was forced to resort to staring down the thick layers of the shag carpet beneath them. The warmth from the fireplace cast the material of Tom's shirt hotly against his back, absorbing the warmth, as a loud pop emitted throughout the room with each crackle. Tom averted his eyes and glanced to the fire. He was unable to look clearly at Bill in that moment.
The animalistic urges that had building so steadily within him, slowly calmed like how the mighty waves of the ocean turned gentle after the great brewing of a storm. The dark beast, the embodiment of sin itself, had struggled with Tom so long that Tom could not truly believe that it was gone. It had pinned Tom against the rocks but that simple sweet smile from the most unlikely person had given Tom strength. The dreadlocked teen had found the power to finally shove that foul creature back from him. Tom had watched in strange fascination and lust as the creature fell over the cliff. He'd watched its crimson blood flow over the jagged rocks at the base and smiled when the waves of the ocean had washed those very same rocks clean once more. The ocean was forgiving and just as it had wiped clean the bloodied mess of sin, it would wash Tom clean. The teen would immerse himself in that pool of that light and feel whole once more. He would let it wash over him until it drowned him- oh how long Tom had waited for this!
The charred black skin that used to cover the boy from head to foot, now peeled away in steady layers, falling around the dreadhead as he was reborn not a boy, but a man.
Trembling fingers clutched themselves into rug beneath them. Once again Tom's eyes sought Bill's but the boy was looking down to point off in a general direction. The flames that had once licked Tom's insides now died down to a steady flame, ever constant in its burning, and raw lust became pure. The thick liquid of spittle was difficult to swallow but Tom did so anyways as a shaking hand reached to his companions.
When that hand encased its prize, both boys jumped in startled delight. The roll of shinning hazel eyes towards bashful dark ones spoke volumes in that quiet room to a soft backbeat of thumping hearts and pounding blood rushing through ears like horses off to the races. The fluttering in Tom's stomach was so pure, white, innocent in nature that he could have wept.
"T-Tom?" The name fell like water from Bill's pink plump lips and Tom made a strangled noise.
Before Tom's mind could process the deep feelings on possessiveness he felt, his body shot forward like a canon. Strong fingers snagged and tangled themselves into a deep forest of black hair and used those silken strands like the soft leather of a horse's reins to pull the boy's face towards him. Bill's mouth, that had fallen open in surprise, now was covered by Tom's lips that moved fervently against him. Bill could only grasp weakly at the loose material of Tom's shirt and cling to his shoulders as he was throughly claimed in mind and body. The boy met the other with small whimpers of delight and pleasure as the fire behind them roared louder than ever.
At last, Tom's mind seemed to say. The muscled man pulled the boy's body flush against his until Tom was able to feel Bill's rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt. He encased Bill in his arms, wishing to protect the delicate boy from the rest of the world, and inhaled his scented hair. It felt like the world was finally complete. Just as Bill had stood up for Tom all this time when he had been too weak, Tom would return that favor and protect Bill until he gave his last dying breath. Both males' skin sang in a fiery attraction and innate need to be closer. They would grind against once another as their mouths met wetly, until they had grinded their bone marrow into the other. A soft dust would gather between them.
Oh how sweet it would feel! Their union would represent the merging of something good and evil. A sinful act that would have surely made them fall, would now be bathed in the purest of light! A harmony from the heavens would accompany their coupling as the two souls would merge into one. One's blood would become the other's and their flesh would bleed together in thick wet slabs until a wave of ecstasy would pour over them.
"Tom, Tom, Tom." Bill chanted and Tom inhaled so deeply that his very ribcage expanded outward as if it would burst.
"Bill." Tom returned, biting at the other's lips. Tom savored the warmth and their wet feeling as he pulled backwards and licked across them. Bill mewled in slightly protest but Tom's hands were at the back of his head, keeping him in place. Large hands with their many veins and strong fingers traced down the soft skin of Bill's lower back and the dark haired boy moaned sweetly.
"I thought you," Bill sighed, nosing affectionately into Tom's neck. "I thought that you weren't gay. I mean, I had a small feeling from the way you watched me, but most of the time... that look in your eyes... I thought I disgusted you."
"I...I don't know... I can't explain why, why now of all times." Tom gave a clipped laugh and Bill's eyelashes lifted in an alluring manner as the boy looked to the taller male. "For the longest time I just couldn't understand why you'd do that to yourself. Why you'd purposely single yourself out like that when you only knew that it drew attention and brought the negative kind as well."
"Because that's who I am, Tom." Bill's shoulders had tensed slightly but Tom sucked that tension out with the soft kneading of his fingers.
"I was fascinated by you. You were so strong, so strong that no one's words or actions could affect you. I wanted that, Bill. I wanted that so badly for so long and you made it look so easy." Tom's breath was shuddering against Bill's collar bone and Bill hugged Tom's head to his chest.
"But look at you. Look at the strength that you have now. It's so hot, Tom." Bill groaned, hips rocking down against the carpet, "It's so hot. It makes me want to... want to do things to you... oh god."
"I want things." Tom murmured shyly but was not so shy when he lifted Bill's shirt and attached his mouth to an erect nipple. The dreadhead laved at the perked rosebud and held tight, supporting Bill's back as the boy practically bowed backwards. He swirled his tongue over and over again against the warm flesh and smiled at the noises the other was making.
"I want this." Bill's voice was so soft that Tom barely even heard him. The boy brushed a tangle of dark locks over his shoulder and gazed down adoringly at his companion. Tom's dreads were rough against Bill's soft hands but he continued to pet them softly. It was as if Bill could whisper Tom his every secret as the world narrowed down to just the two of them.
"You what?" The tongue against Bill's chest pulled back and Tom panted a hot breath against them, watching in fascination as the bud tightened. Curious hazel eyes looked upwards and while Bill was shy, he met Tom's gaze determinedly.
"I want this. I want you. Please." Bill's eyes fluttered shut and he pulled Tom up against him and nuzzled into the man's shoulder. The material of Bill's shirt was bunched between them and Tom found himself pulling the article from his... classmate... friend... boyfriend...lover. Mot definitely lover. Tom pulled his lover's shirt off and gathered the naked flesh against his body, arousal stirring further within him as he felt Bill shudder against him.
"I want this too. I didn't even know this morning that I did but I do now. I want you so badly Bill. I don't even understand how I couldn't have seen it before," Tom pressed a hot kiss to the dark haired boy's lips and Bill hummed. "Should we go upstairs?"
Bill's eyes popped open at once.
"No! No, I want to do it here... in front of the fireplace." Bill blushed and Tom's grin grew.
"You mean on the shag?" Tom smirked, rubbing his hands up and down Bill's side greedily. "You want to shag on the shag?"
"Tom!" Bill laughed, the mood between the two lightening.
"Well you do." Tom laughed. The man grabbed the smaller boy by the shoulders and shoved him back so that he lay pinned against the carpet. And while it was Tom that crawled over Bill, and while it was Tom that Bill's wrists pinned besides his head, it was Bill that truly was in control. One look into those sparkling amber eyes that seemed to hold all the mirth in the world and Tom was lost.
Bill's breath caught as his visioned focused in on Tom's impish grin. Then soft pale hands and long spindly fingers were pulling at the material of Tom's sweatshirt and playfully tugging at the hem of the man's shirt. Tom extended his right hand to his left hip and mirrored the position with this other on the other hip. Then, in one fell swoop, Tom was tugging the baggy shirt from his body to reveal the chiseled frame beneath. Bill's eyes followed as the material rose, with each inch revealing more and more tantalizing skin splayed over a sculpted abdomen.
It was obvious that Tom had begun to work out vigorously over the summer. One might wonder why with Tom's physique the dreadhead was still being beat up at school, but Tom had never really thrown a punch, he'd seen no reason to. Tom was one against violence and yet it seemed that was all that filled his mind as of late.
"Holy shit." Bill cursed, hands immediately flying to access that the sight before him was in fact real. An immense feeling of pride surged through Tom's body and he gave Bill's hip an appreciative squeeze.
Both boys pants were tented now and Tom shifted uneasily over his lover, unsure if he shoulder be the one to make the move of taking off his pants first. Bill seemed to be wondering a similar thing as his hands still and as he captured his bottom lip between his teeth.
The short wait was killing Tom and he finally gave in on account of the deep ache that continued to pool between his legs. Happiness was the only emotion that Tom seemed to know now as he pulled off Bill's pants and then his. Both boys were breathing heavier now, eyes lidded, wetting their chapped lips with quick swipes of their tongues. Painful memories of the taunting at school and the ache that came with the bruises on Tom's body seemed to fade away. the two bodies untied in a hot mess as they moved against one another, the thin material of their boxers still separating them from accomplishing what they really wanted. They moved together sweetly as if it were dance, bumping and lurching upwards to meet the other's hips in a series of desperate thrusts. A wetness gathered in their lower regions and became uncomfortable as the heat of the fire only continued to rise in time with their cries.
In a sense these this pair was about to fall. They would fall long and hard, plummeting downwards through time and space, and oh what a long fall it would be. Such emotions, felt so strongly by both sides, was not normal. The passion between two souls would prove to be too much for them, they would surely die from the power of it. But before such a premature death could befall either of them, they would join. If that were to be the case, Tom no longer cared if they fell for an eternity.
Finally, before the floodgates could give way, they broke apart. Gasping breathes, heaving shoulders, and panted whispers filled the room as the two forms shuffled around atop each other. A few words were exchanged before the long anticipated question was brought up.
"Do you... do you have anything to make it go a little smoother?" Tom winced as he spoke. Bill's ears burned and Tom felt like such a pervert for asking.
"N-no I'm always with my parents when we go to the drugstore so..." Bill trailed off, a look of disappointment and desperation covering his face.
"Nothing? You don't have someone hand lotion or oils or something?" Tom's voice was hoarse and his member was an angry red from where it jutted out between his legs. Both boys were entirely hairless and it had only made their grinding all that much smoother. But no amount of precome could smooth the way for the tight fit that Bill and Tom would be attempting, an outside aid would be needed.
"My mom does but it's upstairs in her bathroom. I could get it if you want." Bill offered but Tom shook his head.
"We'd use a fair amount and your mom would definitely notice. You don't have anything else?" Tom's hands were sweaty when they pushed Bill's hair from his face and the teen mewled, nuzzling into the touch.
"Well I have one thing." Bill whispered, eyes darting towards the kitchen, "Let me up."
"Bill, hurry." Tom clenched his teeth as Bill scrambled to his feet and padded off towards the kitchen. That irregular swing of the hips that Bill had always seemed to have, only made the longing in Tom's groin worse and he averted his eyes quickly. None of Tom's sexual fantasies had ever involved anal and yet the sight of Bill's pert rear was turning him on like no other.
Bill could be heard rummaging through the kitchen loudly, muttering to himself something that Tom's ears could not pick up from this range. Then finally the pantry door was slammed shut and Bill produced a triumphant sound. The dark haired boy slid across the hardwood and plopped down besides the dreadhead, pink lips pulled into a sly smile.
"Will this do?" Bill titled his head and Tom blinked at the object.
"Crisco?" The man wondered aloud and Bill coughed.
"My cousin mentioned using it once and... well it sounded like it worked out alright for them." Bill shoved the large bottle into Tom's hands. Tom held it awkwardly, images of his mother in kitchen coming to mind, but he quickly shook himself of these thoughts.
"Yeah this will work. Lie down again and I'll use my fingers." Tom set the bottle down and motioned towards the floor.
"I already did." Bill blurted.
"Huh?"
"Last night, oh god, last night. I couldn't help myself." Bill's face was as red as a tomato. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you."
"What...what did you think about?" Tom inquired but Bill ducked his head, cheeks flaming and Tom titled his head to get a better look at the boy.
"Don't be an ass." Bill sounded angry but his face communicated his true feelings. Bill was terribly embarrassed admitting something like this to Tom and didn't want to have to come right out to say it.
"I'm not. Tell me, I want to know." A warm hand encased Bill's and the dark haired boy sighed contently.
"I just kept thinking about what it feel like for you to fuck me." Bill's eyes flashed up to meet Tom's and the latter groaned.
"Ah Bill." Tom's hand tightened around the other's. "You can't say things like that or I'm gonna lose it."
"Then let's do it. For real... you inside of me. I want this." Swift and as lean as a cat, the smaller male pushed the other backwards and slinked over him. Tom watched in amusement as Bill made a show of licking his lips and subtly grinding down into Tom's lap.
How could this not be sin? Tom had been cleansed and yet the alluring creature in his lap was making all the promises of debauchery and dark passion with the wink of its twinkling dark eyes and red lips. Something about Bill was dangerous, Tom understood that now but found that he no longer cared.
"Fuck me, Tom." Bill whispered, shyness suddenly forgotten as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "Fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk."
"S-shit." Tom's heart stuttered and he fumbled for the bottle of Crisco besides them.
The leaves on the trees outside on that cold Autumn night, rustled steadily in the wind. The stars danced in the dark sky and the fire inside the Trumper's household roared insatiably. Nothing could have ruined that sweet moment when Tom put his fingers inside of Bill despite the boy's protesting that he was ready. Tom was gentle with his lover, a side of tenderness emerged that Tom had not even been aware lay dormant inside him. Those secret nights of rubbing against the sheets or furiously pumping into his hand had been done in animalistic lust.
But not this. This was nothing like what Tom had felt towards those girls at school. This was something else entirely.
"Oh! Tom! Oh Tom!" Bill whimpered, eyes screwed shut as a third finger was inserted into him. The boy's was tight, not unbelievably so, but tight enough that Tom knew it might pose a problem.
"It's not too much?" Tom asked slowly, eyes never leaving his lover's face to make sure that there was no deception. Tom could not live with himself if he ever hurt Bill.
"Mmm," Bill shook his head, rocking his himself further down onto the blunt objects penetrating him. "I'm fine. More, I want more."
"Just wait a bit, okay? I don't want to hurt you." Arousal was proving too much for Tom given the desperate noises that Bill was making but he knew that he had to hang on. It was too early. Bill's body was inviting him in but wasn't entirely open yet.
"No." Soft hands grabbed onto Tom's wrist and Bill whined low in his throat. "I want it now. Please Tom. Please."
"Fuck, are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Bill replied seriously.
Tom decided to take the dive.
Ever so carefully, Tom pulled his hand free and hiked Bill's endless legs around his waist. The dark haired boy could only grin cheekily as he hooked his feet and squeezed his lover's sides tightly with his thighs. The bottle of Crisco was opened and Bill did not even bother to asking, before he was squirting a dollop into his hands and slathering Tom up. The sensation was wonderful but the man's face remained twisted in concentration on not to come. They'd prolonged this too long and Tom worried that the slightest touch would set him off. Finally Bill released him and said that he was ready. Hot flesh and deep intakes of breath filled the space between them as Tom moved closer, hand loosely guiding his member to its destination.
Bill's thighs were damp with sweat just as was Tom's shaking arms. Tom could feel the heat radiating from his lover and he bit his lip, determined to make this the best experience of Bill's life. The boy's long nails were digging into the tensed muscles on Tom's shoulders and in return Tom dug his fingers harshly into the flesh of Bill's inner thighs. Both boys were nervous.
"Do it, Tom. I love you so much." Tom watched Bill's lips form those words but the sound was somehow distant in his mind. The situation had become all the more serious and nerves were eating away at Tom.
"Tom?" Bill asked, ghosting his hands over the worry lines on Tom's face. "Tom?"
"I won't... I won't hurt you." Tears were brimming at edge of the man's eyes, threatening to spill over and Bill cooed.
"You won't Tom. See how much my body responds to your touch? I want this, I want this so badly. I want you to be the one to take this from me."
"Take this from you?"
"My virginity." The words stabbed at Tom a little deeper.
"You mean you've never?-"
"That doesn't matter Tom. I love you so much. Don't you love me too? I want you to do this to me. God Tom please! I'm so hard." Bill reached up to grab Tom's neck and pressed a desperate kiss to the man's unmoving lips. Bill was so fragile in that moment. He was relying on Tom and Tom didn't want to let him down. Bill's eyelashes fluttered against Tom's cheeks bones as the boy pulled back, concerned when the man did not answer him. Tom was fighting with himself internally.
"Tom?" Bill smoothed a finger down the man's cheek. "Tom, answer me."
"I love you." Tom whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to Bill's shoulder. "I want this too. Are you ready?"
"Yes. Oh god yes." Bill laid back down and spread his legs as wide as he could. Then Tom was crawling forward once more until his head was nudging that puckered entrance.
"I love you, Bill. I'm in love with you." Tom said and then he was pressing forward.
The initial slide in was easy up until Tom got halfway inside of his lover. Tom's member was wider around the base and it required a little more force to fully push in. Bill's eyes were closed and he was squeezing his legs around Tom tighter than ever. There was pain in their union but not enough to stop Bill from whispering 'more'.
Flexing leg muscles first tensed as they pulled back and then stretched as they pushed forward. Strong hands were gripping hipbones hard enough that they left bruises while the other set of hands fisted the sheets. The curved slope of a back pulsated forwards bringing with it the first thrust of the hips. A name cried out in pain mixed with shocked pleasure rang out throughout the room and the action was repeated. Sweaty bare flesh brushed against one another and bruised lips kissed every inch of skin that they could reach.
Bill's body was pulling, pulling, pulling Tom deeper and deeper inside of the smaller male. Tom could only grit his teeth and thrust forwards with vigor. The dreadhead had decided in that moment that he wanted to do this with Bill for everyday for the rest of his life.
Bill could only whimper and take all that Tom was giving him. Tom was big. Who would have known that the quiet shy outcast from freshman year would have blossomed into the Adonis before Bill now? Tom had strived for perfect in order to become part of the popular gang and he'd physically achieved it. Every muscle, every angle, Bill couldn't get enough. Tom was pure perfection and his anatomy was rocking Bill's world. With each drag of the hips backwards, Tom would graze Bill so deliciously. With each drive forward, the man would fill the small boy to the brim and hit that spot that ached so badly to be touched. His member was large: long in length and thick, totally hairless and a pleasant pink color save the angry red head. Bill's own slender, but as equally as long as Tom's, member lay fat against his stomach. The urge to come was building.
"Oh god! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck! Tom!" Bill whimpered, hands grappling uselessly against Tom's slick skin.
"Come on now. Come baby." Tom urged, thrusting forwards with such force that Bill was sent further up on the bed. The sheets scrapped painfully against the boy's back and Bill cried out, nails digging into Tom's forearms.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god Tom! Fuck me! Oh!" Bill blabbered.
The boy leaned forwards, hair stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat, and laved at Tom's shoulder. To Bill, Tom's skin was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Tom's pace picked up now as he chased that fire in his loins. Hot hard, oh so hard, flesh spread Bill's cheeks wide as Tom plowed home with his cock. Long lean legs trembled violently on Tom's either side and Bill pressed his face into the carpet and moaned. Sweat poured down Tom's arched back in small beads, gathering at the top swell of his rear.
"You're so hard! Oh god Tom! You're so big!" Bill panted.
Bill's body was practically inviting Tom inside of him. The boys legs lay spread wide, offering a wet soft warm place for Tom drive forward with his aching cock and press deep inside. Oh how deep inside Tom was! The man's breath was short now as he jacked himself deeper and deeper within Bill in a series of short thrusts. Driving forward and filling Bill's tingling opening until the boy's body couldn't possibly take anymore.
"I'm so close! Ah fuck Tom! Give it to me!" Bill wailed and Tom laughed weakly, mind focused making Bill come first.
"God keep talking like that Bill." Tom hooked his arms under Bill's shoulders and laid his head down on the carpet besides the boy's head. The new angle had Tom hitting Bill's spot dead on and Bill screamed.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard! Fuck me with your cock! Tom-" Bill's plea was cut short as the next thrust was his undoing. Bill cried, actually cried, as he came. The boy's hands tensed, his back arched upwards, his toes curled into the sheets, and his face streamed with tears as he shot his load between them. The sticky white fluid spread between their slick skin as Tom continued in his thrusting and smeared across Bill's stomach and chest.
"Holy shit. Holy shit. Yes!" Tom growled, eyes flashing black as he took in the sight of Bill lying helplessly beneath him. The boy's head was tossed to the side, eyes closed as he struggled to regain his breath. Bill's body was so weak now and arousal roared like a mighty beast of sin within Tom. Immense pride of the task he had accomplished spurred Tom onwards. His repeated thrusts had Bill whimpering now from the overstimulation and Tom knew he had to come soon for Bill's sake.
"Too much Tom." Bill murmured, eyes blurred, "Tom it's too much."
"Just a little more... almost there... fuck almost." Tom gasped. The touch of Tom's hands had become rough and hw was gripping Bill too tightly now, frustrated that he'd yet to come.
"Tom...Tomi." The nickname came instinctually as Bill held on for the ride. "Hurry Tomi. So much... it's too much...hurts."
The last word had Tom stopping short. The man froze and stared down at his lover in surprise, guilt written across his face.
"Come Tomi." Bill sighed, mustering all of his strength as he clenched down around Tom as hard as he could. Bill squeezed Tom until it hurt his hip joints and Tom was falling forward, cursing and gasping as he spent his speed.
Tom came in never-ending waves, first exploding in surprise within Bill when he was almost fully out. Then Tom was shoving forward and marking Bill deep within his body. Finally Tom had pulled out and was using his hand to guide his member against Bill's most intimate area. It was a mark of ownership and Bill moaned in delight.
Finally the beast inside of Tom had been sated. The dread head fell forward atop his lover and took a shuddering breath, shaken from the intensity of his orgasm. Tom had never come so hard before.
"That was amazing." Tom said, weakly pressing a kiss to Bill's shoulder. Their coupling had made Tom suddenly affectionate as he wrapped his arms around Bill and just laid there.
"I love you. I sort of always had." Bill stroked his fingers through Tom's hair. "You're amazing. You're the most amazing person that I've ever met Tom. I want to be with you forever."
"Me too." Tom returned half out of breath.
"No I mean it, forever. When I die, I want to be a part of you." Bill's tone had become serious now and Tom cracked an eye open to peer at his lover. The dark haired boy was staring at the ceiling, hugging Tom fiercely to him. "When I die, I want you to cook me and make a soup of my flesh. Peel out my bones and suck the marrow dry and once you've done that, grinding the left overs into a powder and carry them with you forever."
"Bill what are you talking about? Are you not telling me something? Are you going to... are you going to die or something?" Tom became panicked. He tried to sit up to get a better look at the boy but Bill held him down.
"Everyone dies at some point Tom. Can you promise me this?" Bill whispered, eyes falling shut.
"Bill, I love you. I just found out I love you. I don't want you to die." Tom pleaded, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"I'm not going to die yet, Tom. But when I do, promise me." Sleep had begun to overtake the boy and Tom nuzzled into his shoulder.
"Of course. I'll do anything you want." Tom rubbed Bill's arm and the boy sighed.
"Thank you." Bill's speech had slowed as his eyes remained shut. He'd fall asleep at any moment. "Sometimes I wish it was just you and I in the world. I wish that everyone else would just die... just go get shot or something. Then it'd just be us... just us...for-...forever."
Tom watched Bill sleep. He held him all night and thought nothing of what his parents would say when he didn't return home. He doused out the fire and carried Bill back to the boy's upstairs bedroom. Then Tom had laid Bill down and crawled in besides him.
Tom had never had a more restful sleep.