A Mirror of Imperfections Chapter 4
Title: A Mirror of Imperfections
Author: Cassie
Prompt: Party Games
Warnings: Heterosexual sex
Words: 1346
Each spin of the bottle brought Misha closer to his newest conquest. The wine bottle slowed as it pivoted around the group, slowing as it reached Tom. Misha couldn’t help but smirk at the prospect of taking a straight boy, or more a straight boy taking him. Misha was naturally a bottom, and naturally was more interested in boys than girls. Still, he had dated his share of girls, even slept with one or two; the problem remained that they simply couldn’t give him what he wanted.
The bottle made one more sweep around the circle, nearly pointing to Tom until at the last moment it switched to Victoria. Misha attempted to hide his disappointment, he wasn’t in the mood for a girl and he certainly wasn’t in the mood to deal with her clingy attitude. He had been down this road before with Victoria and she always assumed they would begin a relationship. Misha could only hope that she could see his feelings for Jared, the new and sexy addition to the group.
“Well, well Mr. Collins it looks like you and I get the bedroom.” Victoria faked a sexy accent before standing and staring intensely at Misha.
“Yes it would seem so my dear, are you sure you can handle all of this sexiness?” Misha stood, his hand running down the length of his chest.
“Oh, God. Take. It. In. The. Room.” Tom punctuated every word as though he was disgusted; everyone in the room knew it was jealousy. The man was head over heels for Victoria.
Misha let Victoria take his hand and lead him out of the room, a bit thankful that the party games were over for the night. The last round of shots had really wiped him out and Misha really just wanted to get the sex over with so he could text Jared. He had it bad for the boy and didn’t want Victoria complicating matters.
“Vicky, I…I’m not sure we should do this. I actually like Jared and I don’t want you getting hurt like last time.” Misha smiled sweetly, his blue eyes pouting.
“Misha, I’m sure we should do this. I actually like you and I’m willing to get hurt like last time.” Vicky smiled seductively, heat rising behind her blue eyes.
Pushing Misha hard in the chest, she sent the boy falling back onto the bed. Licking her lips she ran her long nails up his thighs until she came to the hem of his shirt. Pulling on either side of the button up she sent buttons flying. Hands began to explore Misha’s body, nails scratching lightly over the sensitive skin of his nipple before lightly pinching down. Moving to straddle Misha, Victoria could already feel the hardening line in his pants. Pushing down, she let her skirt slipped up as she road Misha’s crotch. Taking his hands she slid them under her shirt, forcing him to help her remove the thin material. Each slide of her body earned a small grunt from Misha until he was finally playing along, removing her bra and latching his mouth down on her nipple. Victoria’s back arched slightly, her hand sliding down her skirt to rub a finger across her clit.
Misha kissed his way down her arm, reaching her skirt and unsnapping the buttons with his teeth. Pushing Victoria up by her hips, he slid her skirt off. Misha’s eyes scanned over the beautiful canvas of snowy skin, familiar and yet completely foreign. His hands danced over her lace thong, teasingly running the tip of his fingers over her lips through the lace.
“Undress me.” Misha’s voice was thick with lust, his blue eyes practically black with need.
Victoria slid off of Misha long enough to pull his pants and boxers free from his thin body. Letting them fall to the ground her eyes scanned the hard, reddened flesh before moving to straddle him again. Circling her hips over the head of his member Victoria leaned in to Misha’s ear, locking onto the lobe before whispering her plans to ride him. Leaning back away from Misha, she used a fingertip to force him to watch as she aligned and lowered onto him. A harsh grunt of surprise came from Misha as he opened his mouth to demand a condom. Victoria immediately silenced Misha with a deep kiss, her tongue entwining with his.
Circling slowly Victoria let out a soft whimper, raising her hips only to fall back down on his dick. Each thrust down brought Misha deeper, his hands sliding up her body caress her breasts before moving down to rub her clit. Every touch unleashed fire within Victoria until she finally arched her back and came, her eyes half lidded, her muscles contracting around Misha. The pressure began building inside his stomach, his balls pulling up to his body. Misha pushed up and pulled Victoria down in one movement, his seed filling her.
Rolling off of Misha, Victoria breathed out a content sigh as she attempted to catch her breath. Moving as close to Misha as possible, she curled into his side, her head draped over his shoulder. Unconsciously her fingers began to circle Misha’s chest, swirling in slow patterns until her hand as knocked away. Rolling away from his lover, Misha reached over to pull his phone from his pants pocket. Running through a million pick up lines in his head, he texted Jared.
“You can’t have him, Misha. He doesn’t want you, but I do and I’m yours.” Victoria’s voice held a bitter tone, her eyes rolling as she began to gather her clothes.
“I guess that makes me Tom, now doesn’t it. Always pining away after you as a million girls throw themselves at your feet. Why don’t you go fuck him? He actually wants you.” Misha’s voice was nearly as cold as his icy blue eyes, obviously the moments they had shared meant nothing,
“Because you spun the bottle, had Tom spun it then I would still be having sex with him. The man can go and go unlike some.”
“Ya, well at least I got you off.” Misha rolled his eyes as he pulled his pants on, his frustration growing as he waited for Jared to reply.
“Ya and I’m sure Chad gets Jared off all the time.” Victoria smirked as she pulled her shirt over her head, not bothering with her bra. Laughing as she tucked her bra into her purse she walked out of the bedroom.
Misha paced as he attempted to cool down, the lack of response from Jared combining with the mental image of him fucking another guy. Each thrust of Jared’s real boyfriend only served to upset Misha more until his hands began to shake. Walking out of the room, he aimed for Victoria, raising his hand to slap her.
“You fucking bitch.” Misha spat as he stared for a moment before moving his hand to slap the smirk from her face. Tom grabbed Misha and pushed him into a wall, causing his head to spin and his breath to catch.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Tom would defend her, even after she slept with his best friend. Tom was devoted and convinced that in time he would come to obtain that which he loved most. Misha understood exactly how he felt because Tom’s feelings for Victoria mirrored Misha’s own for Jared.
“Fuck this, I’m leaving. Oh, hey…tell the slut to take the morning after pill. Wouldn’t want any little Collin’s running around would we.” Misha leaned into Tom’s ear “But I bet you would just love to father another man’s baby.” Misha laughed as he left his group of friends staring wide-eyed, his mind already made to go and visit Jared.
XOXO
“Jared?” Misha called hesitantly into the window of his friend. He had only been in the boys room briefly but still remembered its location. Tapping again, he grinned as Jared flicked on the light and opened the window.
“What are you doing here?” Jared leaned out the window, hoping his voice wouldn’t echo through the house and wake his mother.
“I wanted to see you.” Misha said simply, leaning in to kiss Jared’s lips only to get immediately pushed away.
“I told you…Chad. He’s gonna kill me when he finds out about this.” Misha could tell that inside Jared’s mind a storm was brewing, a storm focused on self-hatred.
“Jared, why are you with him then? Come and be with me. I won’t punish you.” Misha practically cooed at Jared, as if he was talking to a child.
“I deserve to be punished, I like it. I need it, I’m nothing without Chad.” Jared’s hazel eyes locked down onto the windowpane, unwilling to look at his friend.
“I can punish you.” Misha said simply, his eyes practically glowing as he thought of all the possibilities.
“Chad is the only one who…who” Jared pulled away from the window before slamming it closed. Drawing the curtains he stared into the mirror, whispering to himself “he is the only one who can love such a hideous beast.”
Chapter 5,
Author: Cassie
Prompt: Party Games
Warnings: Heterosexual sex
Words: 1346
Each spin of the bottle brought Misha closer to his newest conquest. The wine bottle slowed as it pivoted around the group, slowing as it reached Tom. Misha couldn’t help but smirk at the prospect of taking a straight boy, or more a straight boy taking him. Misha was naturally a bottom, and naturally was more interested in boys than girls. Still, he had dated his share of girls, even slept with one or two; the problem remained that they simply couldn’t give him what he wanted.
The bottle made one more sweep around the circle, nearly pointing to Tom until at the last moment it switched to Victoria. Misha attempted to hide his disappointment, he wasn’t in the mood for a girl and he certainly wasn’t in the mood to deal with her clingy attitude. He had been down this road before with Victoria and she always assumed they would begin a relationship. Misha could only hope that she could see his feelings for Jared, the new and sexy addition to the group.
“Well, well Mr. Collins it looks like you and I get the bedroom.” Victoria faked a sexy accent before standing and staring intensely at Misha.
“Yes it would seem so my dear, are you sure you can handle all of this sexiness?” Misha stood, his hand running down the length of his chest.
“Oh, God. Take. It. In. The. Room.” Tom punctuated every word as though he was disgusted; everyone in the room knew it was jealousy. The man was head over heels for Victoria.
Misha let Victoria take his hand and lead him out of the room, a bit thankful that the party games were over for the night. The last round of shots had really wiped him out and Misha really just wanted to get the sex over with so he could text Jared. He had it bad for the boy and didn’t want Victoria complicating matters.
“Vicky, I…I’m not sure we should do this. I actually like Jared and I don’t want you getting hurt like last time.” Misha smiled sweetly, his blue eyes pouting.
“Misha, I’m sure we should do this. I actually like you and I’m willing to get hurt like last time.” Vicky smiled seductively, heat rising behind her blue eyes.
Pushing Misha hard in the chest, she sent the boy falling back onto the bed. Licking her lips she ran her long nails up his thighs until she came to the hem of his shirt. Pulling on either side of the button up she sent buttons flying. Hands began to explore Misha’s body, nails scratching lightly over the sensitive skin of his nipple before lightly pinching down. Moving to straddle Misha, Victoria could already feel the hardening line in his pants. Pushing down, she let her skirt slipped up as she road Misha’s crotch. Taking his hands she slid them under her shirt, forcing him to help her remove the thin material. Each slide of her body earned a small grunt from Misha until he was finally playing along, removing her bra and latching his mouth down on her nipple. Victoria’s back arched slightly, her hand sliding down her skirt to rub a finger across her clit.
Misha kissed his way down her arm, reaching her skirt and unsnapping the buttons with his teeth. Pushing Victoria up by her hips, he slid her skirt off. Misha’s eyes scanned over the beautiful canvas of snowy skin, familiar and yet completely foreign. His hands danced over her lace thong, teasingly running the tip of his fingers over her lips through the lace.
“Undress me.” Misha’s voice was thick with lust, his blue eyes practically black with need.
Victoria slid off of Misha long enough to pull his pants and boxers free from his thin body. Letting them fall to the ground her eyes scanned the hard, reddened flesh before moving to straddle him again. Circling her hips over the head of his member Victoria leaned in to Misha’s ear, locking onto the lobe before whispering her plans to ride him. Leaning back away from Misha, she used a fingertip to force him to watch as she aligned and lowered onto him. A harsh grunt of surprise came from Misha as he opened his mouth to demand a condom. Victoria immediately silenced Misha with a deep kiss, her tongue entwining with his.
Circling slowly Victoria let out a soft whimper, raising her hips only to fall back down on his dick. Each thrust down brought Misha deeper, his hands sliding up her body caress her breasts before moving down to rub her clit. Every touch unleashed fire within Victoria until she finally arched her back and came, her eyes half lidded, her muscles contracting around Misha. The pressure began building inside his stomach, his balls pulling up to his body. Misha pushed up and pulled Victoria down in one movement, his seed filling her.
Rolling off of Misha, Victoria breathed out a content sigh as she attempted to catch her breath. Moving as close to Misha as possible, she curled into his side, her head draped over his shoulder. Unconsciously her fingers began to circle Misha’s chest, swirling in slow patterns until her hand as knocked away. Rolling away from his lover, Misha reached over to pull his phone from his pants pocket. Running through a million pick up lines in his head, he texted Jared.
“You can’t have him, Misha. He doesn’t want you, but I do and I’m yours.” Victoria’s voice held a bitter tone, her eyes rolling as she began to gather her clothes.
“I guess that makes me Tom, now doesn’t it. Always pining away after you as a million girls throw themselves at your feet. Why don’t you go fuck him? He actually wants you.” Misha’s voice was nearly as cold as his icy blue eyes, obviously the moments they had shared meant nothing,
“Because you spun the bottle, had Tom spun it then I would still be having sex with him. The man can go and go unlike some.”
“Ya, well at least I got you off.” Misha rolled his eyes as he pulled his pants on, his frustration growing as he waited for Jared to reply.
“Ya and I’m sure Chad gets Jared off all the time.” Victoria smirked as she pulled her shirt over her head, not bothering with her bra. Laughing as she tucked her bra into her purse she walked out of the bedroom.
Misha paced as he attempted to cool down, the lack of response from Jared combining with the mental image of him fucking another guy. Each thrust of Jared’s real boyfriend only served to upset Misha more until his hands began to shake. Walking out of the room, he aimed for Victoria, raising his hand to slap her.
“You fucking bitch.” Misha spat as he stared for a moment before moving his hand to slap the smirk from her face. Tom grabbed Misha and pushed him into a wall, causing his head to spin and his breath to catch.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Tom would defend her, even after she slept with his best friend. Tom was devoted and convinced that in time he would come to obtain that which he loved most. Misha understood exactly how he felt because Tom’s feelings for Victoria mirrored Misha’s own for Jared.
“Fuck this, I’m leaving. Oh, hey…tell the slut to take the morning after pill. Wouldn’t want any little Collin’s running around would we.” Misha leaned into Tom’s ear “But I bet you would just love to father another man’s baby.” Misha laughed as he left his group of friends staring wide-eyed, his mind already made to go and visit Jared.
XOXO
“Jared?” Misha called hesitantly into the window of his friend. He had only been in the boys room briefly but still remembered its location. Tapping again, he grinned as Jared flicked on the light and opened the window.
“What are you doing here?” Jared leaned out the window, hoping his voice wouldn’t echo through the house and wake his mother.
“I wanted to see you.” Misha said simply, leaning in to kiss Jared’s lips only to get immediately pushed away.
“I told you…Chad. He’s gonna kill me when he finds out about this.” Misha could tell that inside Jared’s mind a storm was brewing, a storm focused on self-hatred.
“Jared, why are you with him then? Come and be with me. I won’t punish you.” Misha practically cooed at Jared, as if he was talking to a child.
“I deserve to be punished, I like it. I need it, I’m nothing without Chad.” Jared’s hazel eyes locked down onto the windowpane, unwilling to look at his friend.
“I can punish you.” Misha said simply, his eyes practically glowing as he thought of all the possibilities.
“Chad is the only one who…who” Jared pulled away from the window before slamming it closed. Drawing the curtains he stared into the mirror, whispering to himself “he is the only one who can love such a hideous beast.”
Chapter 5,