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[andyfraz]

Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Saturday, Decemeber 2, 2006 / 8.11pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins

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[godofwines]

Bacchus gave a gentle moan into Andy's mouth, clearly coinciding with Andy's own need for him. His lips had felt parched and dry without Andy to kiss whenever he felt like it, his tongue had felt stiff, his entire body cold and awkward without Andy's warmth. It had almost lead him to asking himself how in the world he could've gotten on prior to knowing the boy, let alone, prior to having gained Andy's affections.

Feeling the need to, he pulled Andy closer to him in his strong arms, simply holding him there for a moment, squeezing so tightly it was a wonder he could manage to make the hold tighter. The embrace seemed to speak: it's okay, we'll get through it, promise.As their lips broke the first time, Bacchus couldn't take it. He pressed his mouth to Andy's again, wanting him, craving him, needing him like he needed the nicotine in his cigarettes or the pressure of some small item against his gums to satisfy his oral fixation. The feeling of Andy's lips against his, the feeling of his tongue, his mouth, his teeth, everything Bacchus

[godofwines]

Talk and have sex at the same time...? That was.... hard!! Typical guy, Bacchus definitely had a one-track mind. While he was fucking Andy, he was thinking about fucking Andy. He was not thinking about talking to Andy, he was not thinking about the color of Andy's hair, he was not thinking about food (hard to believe, but it was true).

And so as Andy mumbled and fumbled or whatever the hell he was doing down there, Bacchus simply continued to push in and out, enjoying every second of it. He grunted, as he always did (hard not to), he moaned a couple of times. His lips even grew a little wet with saliva he didn't want to lick away just yet.

What seemed a more ideal way of dispelling said spit was by setting his mouth to as far on Andy as he could reach (the side of his delicious neck, by the way) and biting and licking it as furiously as he could. Each nip came with a thrust and each thrust was followed by a hearty kiss.

Oh Merlin, he loved the feeling of this boy around him. it was greater than any other ectasy he knew.

[andyfraz]

It wasn't like he wanted to have a conversation! He just wanted to be told he was pretty or something, maybe some reassurance that the older boy was enjoying himself. He knew he must be though, Bacchus was the one who was getting the room with a view after all, so to speak. All Andy could stare at was the bedspread and curtains underneath him.

But if Bacchus didn't want to do it, the younger boy wasn't going to force the issue. At least the boy was talking to him in general, he supposed he couldn't ask for more. I don't really deserve any more, he told himself and he returned to focusing on the task at hand.

He tilted his neck to an awkward angle, trying like hell to reach the boy's mouth but it was no use. The neck biting thing turned out pretty good though and he bit down into the doona, anxious to muffle the increasing pitch of his moans.

[godofwines]

Just tell him he was pretty? Damn, if only Bacchus could hear what was going on inside this boy's head! Andy, think Bacchus didn't think him pretty...! The nerve! Bacchus figured actions spoke louder than words and right now, Andy was fuckin' Miss Universe, tits and all. Not that Bacchus was a tits man, but hey. Andy was a fuckin' sunshine.

"Love....ly!"

That was all the beauty queen was going to get right now, though. But seriously? Bacchus thought him the most brilliant beam of sunlight right now, such was Andy's sweet beauty.

"Nnngh!"

Okay, Andy could have that noise too. It was more of a rutting noise than an affectionate one, but still, it was just as powerful. It was followed by a quick couple of gasps as the older boy pumped Andy with his hand and himself with Andy's sweet little ass.

He was so close right now.

[andyfraz]

The noises went over rather beautifully with Andy, who appreciated the shivers that were brought about by the low voice of Bacchus. Each gasp the older boy emitted sent a shock through Andy, from his ears all the way to his groin.

Bacchus wasn't the only one close. Andy could have come after just a couple of thrusts, if he had no self restraint. He had held back though, forced himself to wait for his friend because he knew the reward would be great; to feel Bacchus let go inside of him. To was, he was sure, bound to become an addiction. There was a reason he didn't drink, smoke or do drugs to the point of addiction. He was saving himself up for something more powerful than those three combined.

As Bach pulled back from his most recent thrust, Andy clenched, making himself extra tight for Bacchus' pleasure. He relaxed on the thrust in and then clenched again on the pull out.

[godofwines]

Andy's fantastic ass clenching was driving Bacchus batty with pleasure. Usually he longed for the thrust in, liking to feel himself push past all the tight muscles and feel the smooth flesh beneath him. But now he was getting more and more eager for the pull out, the feeling that almost seemed to him to be like Andy didn't want to let go of this piece of Bacchus. It was driving him mad with desire and pleasure

[andyfraz]

That wasn't why Andy was doing the ass clench, but of course he didn't want to let go of Bacchus anyway. He rather thought that this feeling, the boy's cock rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending inside that part of him, was pretty much perfect

[godofwines]

Wait, what did he say?

And what did Andy say?

The ingrained response Bacchus had from not only his mother, but nearly every other authority character came first, without Bacchus' real consent on the matter.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said, sharply, before realizing it was on his lips. Didn't matter much, anyway, it seemed to be what Andy was expecting. And why shouldn't he? Andy had Bacchus' character down pat.

"I mean... what? What do you mean?" he asked, looking a little sheepish. He was, in all honesty, trying to find a cover-up for his first set of words. He hadn't meant to say them! He didn't even think he meant them! He searched over the preivous couple seconds looking for some way to escape.

"I said, 'fuck you', which I was doing, so I think I can fuckin' say it, Frazer!" he growled, pulling himself free of Andy with more mental difficulty than physical difficulty.

"Don't be a pussy-ass bitch."

[andyfraz]

The sheepish look might have gotten to Andy. Like seeing the boy blush, it was so rare it almost felt like it should be forbidden in a naughty, kinky way. But unfortunately for him, he didn't see it as he was still face down in the bed.

His skin was hit with cool air the minute Bacchus rolled off him and all the hairs on his body stood up in protest. Andy rolled off the bed and stood at its side, finally getting a telling glance at Bacchus' face. Yeah, he was totally not happy.

Andy's ingrained response was to apologise then sit down and shut up, but unlike Bacchus, his mouth beat him to the reaction that might have been better.

"Bullshit." He looked down to the floor in submission (now there was his natural reaction) and then back to Bacchus, planting a frown on his face (and there was his inclination to fight). This might have been a bit confusing for the older boy. Every so often there were slight shimmerings of dom that crackled and fizzed on Andy most unexpectedly. It might be daunting for someone with little

[godofwines]

"Fuck you," Bacchus said, lightly. That HAD to be what he meant, hadn't it?? Why on EARTH would he say he loved frickin' ANDY of all people? Bacchus Donovan loved many things. He loved his family, he loved his pick-up, he loved Muggle television, he loved food (except food that was too spicy). He loved the smell of rain on pavement, he loved dogs, horses, and lions. He loved the Kenmore Kestrals. He loved Quidditch.

He did not love Andrew Frazer. End of story.

But once the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them even more than the original ones which had started this whole era of bad vibes. Not that he was gonna apologize! No, that wasn't how Bacchus Donovan operated.

"Don't...don't do that," he said, watching Andy taking out his wand.

"Don'tcha know priori incantaetum? Fuck, mate, think you wanted people to know you were a faggot, shit son."

He got up and grabbed a handerkerchief from his discarded jeans and threw it at Andy.

[andyfraz]

Andy tongued the inside of his cheek and looked at Bacchus sourly. The younger boy was clearly holding back on replying to Bach's snark. He squeezed his wand, which he had just picked up from underneath his shirt, and bent over again to pick up the hanky that Bach had so kindly threw at him.

He wiped the material over his skin, getting rid of all the sticky traces of enjoyment. It was like a metaphor for that very moment. Or some deep shit like that.

"We're back to this again, are we? Fucking ace." He whipped his wand at the curtains laying on the floor and they repaired themselves nicely. He was feeling quite on edge at the moment, as if he was coming down from ecstasy, which he realised was actually he case. His teeth ground together and if he could relate this to Bacchus in any way, it would be like getting nicotine without the joy of sucking on the cigarette.

"I'm not ashamed of being gay. I don't want people to know and why is my business, not yours. That's not a fucking crime and I'm sick of you making me feel bad

[godofwines]

No matter how much Bacchus wanted to go over there and lick said sticky remembrances off Andy's gut, he knew he had to hold his ground. No sex now, not when Andy was being a shithead. Bacchus was going to have to get use to this rewards system.

"You fucking are, otherwise you wouldn't be such a cunt about it

[andyfraz]

It was funny, Andy was thinking the same thing. No sex now, not when Bacchus was being a shithead. But who were we kidding, if Bachcus offered, Andy would take it, no matter how lousy he might feel at the moment.

Noise level didn't matter, it was unlikely they could be heard. The party was probably in full swing by now.

He almost spilt out all the rubbish with his father. Maybe that would shut the boy up? Andy's death could be a very convenient way to keep Bacchus quiet. Although most likely not even then. It was lucky that the older boy spoke before Andy could.

"You make me feel bad enough, arsehole."

Well if that wasn't a kick in the gut, he didn't know what was. His back, pale but bright against the beam of moonshine that filtered in through the window, tensed and then slumped, as if finally giving into defeat. The apology meant nothing because one, he didn't know how rare it was for Bacchus to apologise, and two, he couldn't see his expression. If he'd seen the blush, he might've seen it was sincere.

"I'm sorry I