Revelry - Strangers (i) .
Title: Revelry - Strangers (i).
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Whiplasher/Cat (Deathstars).
Rating: NC-17.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: They met in the bar. They fucked. Then they met again. And that was just the beginning.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Cat, Whiplasher or anyone in Deathstars. I'm in no contact with them, I mean no harm with this, I don't get money for this. It's not true. Don't sue me.
Author Notes: I just felt the urge to write some porn xD. I haven't done it in a while, so why not. There isn't any real plot it there. Enjoy!
Eric could feel the man's eyes on him from the second he stepped in the bar. Not that it was any unusual for Eric, he was used to getting all the attention (and frankly, with his looks, there was nothing surprising about it). What made him actually notice the man in the crowd was the way he was looking at Eric - not the usual jealous looks from girls he got, or annoyed looks from their boyfriends, or perverted looks from creepy old guys. The man was looking at him in a way that made Eric shiver with excitement and anticipation, the look was promising, describing and captivating. The look said ”I'll fuck you better than you have ever been fucked in your whole life“ and Eric believed every single word of that.
Eric had spent the whole time on the dancing floor, trying to look as seductive as possible, and every once in a while, he went to the bar to get a drink, walking past the man and making sure he accidentally touched him or bumped into him. Yet it took the man two hours to grab him as Eric was passing him and with a smirk that made Eric weak in his knees he breathed out: ”Bathroom.“
It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request. The man just stated a fact and Eric couldn't agree more. The man didn't even tell him to wait a while so it isn't so obvious, he seemed to enjoy letting everyone know they were going to have sex. It was unusual to Eric, and he loved every bit of it.
As they entered the bathroom, the man didn't even bother with going in one of the stalls - he pressed Eric against the wall just next to one boy wearing almost as much glitter as Eric did and a purple scarf who was fixing his hairdo. The boy gave them a strange look, then rolled his eyes and left, but Eric could care less about him, having the man's tongue in his mouth, kissing him in the most erotic way Eric ever experienced. His knees felt weak as he responded to the kiss, moving his arms around the man's neck, tangling his fingers in his hair.
The man parted their lips, and Eric whimpered, leaning forward as he tried to make the kiss last, unsuccessfully though. It made the man smirk as he cupped Eric's cheek, running his thumb along Eric's full lower lip. ”Such a pretty boychild,“ the man said lowly and Eric whimpered again, unable to comprehend how the man managed to make him harder than he could remember being with just one kiss.
”Please,“ he whimpered, and the man laughed lowly. Usually it'd make Eric angry, someone laughing at him, but this time it just made him press up against the man. ”Please,“ he repeated in more urgent voice.
The man slipped his thumb between Eric's lips, and the boy licked on it, biting down gently, his eyes continuing the begging. With a smirk still on his face, the man pulled his thumb out, sliding it down Eric's throat, making a slightly wet path down to Eric's shirt. Then he finally kissed him again, hard and passionate, biting down on Eric's lip before he pushed his tongue in Eric's mouth.
Eric's knees gave up at that, but thankfully the man had him pressed up against the wall enough to keep him up. Eric couldn't hold back a whimper, and the man pulled back, and laughed again. Before Eric could protest, though, the man slid his hands down, cupping Eric's ass and thrusting his hips against Eric's just enough to let him feel just how hard the man was as well.
The feeling of the man's erection, confined in the firm material of his jeans and yet so obvious made Eric almost come. He whimpered and leaned forward, trying to kiss the man again, but he pressed his hand against Eric's mouth, stopping his attempt.
”Listen to me, boychild. I'll now let go of you and you will drop down to your knees and wrap your pretty lips around me. Try hard and I'll then decide whether I'll fuck you or not,“ the man said lowly and Eric moaned lowly, nodding quickly. The man's voice was smooth and velvet, going down Eric's spine and making his erection leak precum.
A knowing smirk spread on the man's face, like he didn't expect any other answer, and he stepped back a little, letting go of Eric. The boy staggered, but then moved so that they changed positions - the man was now leaning against the wall. Eric dropped to his knees, not caring how dirty the floor was, his eyes fixed on the man's crotch. With shaking hands he undid the man's jeans, pulling them down and actually moaning out loud. Because the man wasn't wearing any underwear, and his hard cock was making Eric almost come in his pants, determined to do anything just to get the man fuck him.
He didn't waste any time, leaning forward and licking the tip of the man's erection, wrapping his fingers around the base at the same time. He gave its head a swirl of his tongue, his heart jumping as he heard the man moan lowly. Another teasing lick over the head and then he opened his mouth, taking the man in as he stroked the rest of his erection. The man's hand found their way in Eric's hair and even if it would annoy him usually, now he just whimpered, closing his eyes and letting go of the man's erection with his hand, he took the man in completely.
He shut his eyes tighter, a bile coming up his throat as he never before deep throated anyone, a few tears burning behind his eyelids. He swallowed it down with difficulties, making the man moan again, much louder this time. Eric's heart jumped and he tried to relax his throat as he started to bob his head, feeling the man's erection sliding along his tongue.
Eric dug his fingers in the man's hips as he continued pleasuring him. He didn't care or notice how uncomfortable it felt, his knees starting to ache as he was kneeling on the hard tiled floor. It was all worth it because after a couple of moans and sharp movements when he bucked in Eric's mouth, the man tugged on Eric's hair, making him pull back, the man's erection slipping past his lip.
”Get up,“ the man ordered in raspy voice and Eric was sure he never got up that quickly in his whole life. It obviously amused the man, who despite being obviously turned on, could still laugh lowly as he undid Eric's tight jeans quickly. He pulled them down, a pleased sigh escaping him when his thought that Eric's jeans were too tight to allow any underwear was confirmed.
Before Eric could say anything, he suddenly found himself pressed against the wall, his cheek resting against the cold tiles. He moaned lowly as the man's erection brushed against his exposed ass and only after a while he realised that the soft, shuffling sounds meant the man was getting a condom. Too turned on to think of it earlier, Eric thanked Heavens for this, his thought interrupted when he suddenly felt the man starting to push into him.
He bit down on his piercing, tensing slightly from the obvious discomfort that came along. He wasn't a virgin, not anywhere near that, but it still was uncomfortable at first. The man noticed it, and he rubbed Eric's side almost gently, but he didn't stop himself. Instead he pushed in fully, waiting barely a second, and then almost out. The next thrust was forceful and the man hit Eric's prostate immediately, making the boy let out high pitched whimper, forgetting the discomfort immediately.
Eric was so turned on he lasted way too short. But the man's hands on his hips, his erection moving in and out of him, hitting that spot just right over and over again was driving him crazy. The last drop to that was when he man moved one hand in Eric's hair, yanking his head back and breathed out in his ear breathlessly: ”My name is Andreas, moan that out when you come.“
That was it, that was all Eric needed. A strangled yelp of Andreas' name escaped him as the man drove hard in Eric, making the boy come harder than he could imagine without even touching him directly, his back arched, his head still thrown backwards as Andreas didn't let go of his hair yet.
Eric was in some sort of post-orgasmic glow, his body felt heavy and tired as he felt Andreas push in him few more times before his grip on Eric's hip and hair tightened almost painfully, a low animalistic growl indicating Andreas came as well.
For a short while the only sound filling the room was the music from the bar and their harsh breathing. Eric felt weak and he could already feel slight dull pain in his ass, but he didn't care. He sucked in a breath as Andreas moved, pulling out of Eric. There were some shuffling noises heard, and Eric finally brought himself to get dressed as well. He fastened his belt just when someone entered the room. He looked up, his eyes meeting with narrowed blue eyes of the guy who just entered. Eric raised his eyebrow, running his fingers through his messy hair. He knew it was all too obvious what just happened between him and Andreas, but he couldn't care less if other people knew it as well.
”Andreas, we're leaving,“ the guy who just walked in announced, not tearing his eyes from Eric. ”So...“
”I'm coming with you,“ Andreas' low voice was heard and Eric finally shifted his eyes on the older man. Andreas was all dressed up again and there was nothing about him that would tell anyone that he just had sex with a teenager in the public restroom. He glanced at Eric, giving him a faint smirk that made Eric swallow heavily, nodding at him before he left with the other guy.
Few minutes later when Eric trusted his legs enough to carry him back to the bar, he returned to his friends. One of them, the boy wearing purple scarf and lots of glitter, gave him a look as Eric collapsed in the armchair.
”I hope you enjoyed that,“ the boy commented as he sipped on his drink.
Eric nodded dreamily, missing the sarcasm in the boy's voice completely: ”The best fuck I have had in a long time, Björn.“
”Yeah, yeah,“ the boy called Björn nodded, shaking his head with a slight hint of a smile on his face. ”Glad it made you happy, but I'm warning you. You whine about your ass hurting tomorrow, and I'll kick you out sooner than you say 'but Björn', got it?“
***
It was about two weeks later when Eric walked in that bar again. This time he wasn't carrying himself like he was the most precious and valuable person in the whole Stockholm; actually he felt a bit nervous. Few days ago Björn showed him that one band was looking for a guitarist, and although Eric never listened to the band properly, he decided to give it a try.
He stopped once he entered the bar, trying to let his eyes get used to the dim atmosphere. There weren't many people inside, as it was too early for the proper partying, and he noticed a group of four people immediately. He walked closer to them, and only when he stopped in front of them, his heart stopped a little.
Then he smirked. His smirk was met by another, very familiar that was making him weak in his knees.
”I came to the audition for the Deathstars guitarist,“ Eric said when the other two guys looked at him wonderingly, the third one was busy giving Andreas the meanest death glare Eric have ever seen before. He recognised him too, it was the guy who came to tell Andreas that they were leaving that night in the bar.
One of the guys, the one with long straight hair and kind of girlish features smiled at him nicely. ”So you are Eric, right? Sit down,“ he nodded at the empty spot opposite them, and Eric flopped down.
”So,“ the same guy began, but Andreas interrupted him.
”I'm for,“ he said lowly, his eyes never leaving Eric and the smirk still on his lips.
”For?“ the guy with long dreads raised his eyebrow. ”Shouldn't we maybe hear him play guitar first?“
Andreas shook his head, his eyes sparkling and making Eric's heart beat insanely fast. ”He's good,“ he said and Eric felt stupidly proud suddenly as the long haired guy exchanged a wondering look with the guy with dreads and the fourth guy buried his face in his hands, letting out a loud exaggerated sigh.
And that was just the beginning.
Click for the second part.
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Whiplasher/Cat (Deathstars).
Rating: NC-17.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: They met in the bar. They fucked. Then they met again. And that was just the beginning.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Cat, Whiplasher or anyone in Deathstars. I'm in no contact with them, I mean no harm with this, I don't get money for this. It's not true. Don't sue me.
Author Notes: I just felt the urge to write some porn xD. I haven't done it in a while, so why not. There isn't any real plot it there. Enjoy!
Eric could feel the man's eyes on him from the second he stepped in the bar. Not that it was any unusual for Eric, he was used to getting all the attention (and frankly, with his looks, there was nothing surprising about it). What made him actually notice the man in the crowd was the way he was looking at Eric - not the usual jealous looks from girls he got, or annoyed looks from their boyfriends, or perverted looks from creepy old guys. The man was looking at him in a way that made Eric shiver with excitement and anticipation, the look was promising, describing and captivating. The look said ”I'll fuck you better than you have ever been fucked in your whole life“ and Eric believed every single word of that.
Eric had spent the whole time on the dancing floor, trying to look as seductive as possible, and every once in a while, he went to the bar to get a drink, walking past the man and making sure he accidentally touched him or bumped into him. Yet it took the man two hours to grab him as Eric was passing him and with a smirk that made Eric weak in his knees he breathed out: ”Bathroom.“
It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request. The man just stated a fact and Eric couldn't agree more. The man didn't even tell him to wait a while so it isn't so obvious, he seemed to enjoy letting everyone know they were going to have sex. It was unusual to Eric, and he loved every bit of it.
As they entered the bathroom, the man didn't even bother with going in one of the stalls - he pressed Eric against the wall just next to one boy wearing almost as much glitter as Eric did and a purple scarf who was fixing his hairdo. The boy gave them a strange look, then rolled his eyes and left, but Eric could care less about him, having the man's tongue in his mouth, kissing him in the most erotic way Eric ever experienced. His knees felt weak as he responded to the kiss, moving his arms around the man's neck, tangling his fingers in his hair.
The man parted their lips, and Eric whimpered, leaning forward as he tried to make the kiss last, unsuccessfully though. It made the man smirk as he cupped Eric's cheek, running his thumb along Eric's full lower lip. ”Such a pretty boychild,“ the man said lowly and Eric whimpered again, unable to comprehend how the man managed to make him harder than he could remember being with just one kiss.
”Please,“ he whimpered, and the man laughed lowly. Usually it'd make Eric angry, someone laughing at him, but this time it just made him press up against the man. ”Please,“ he repeated in more urgent voice.
The man slipped his thumb between Eric's lips, and the boy licked on it, biting down gently, his eyes continuing the begging. With a smirk still on his face, the man pulled his thumb out, sliding it down Eric's throat, making a slightly wet path down to Eric's shirt. Then he finally kissed him again, hard and passionate, biting down on Eric's lip before he pushed his tongue in Eric's mouth.
Eric's knees gave up at that, but thankfully the man had him pressed up against the wall enough to keep him up. Eric couldn't hold back a whimper, and the man pulled back, and laughed again. Before Eric could protest, though, the man slid his hands down, cupping Eric's ass and thrusting his hips against Eric's just enough to let him feel just how hard the man was as well.
The feeling of the man's erection, confined in the firm material of his jeans and yet so obvious made Eric almost come. He whimpered and leaned forward, trying to kiss the man again, but he pressed his hand against Eric's mouth, stopping his attempt.
”Listen to me, boychild. I'll now let go of you and you will drop down to your knees and wrap your pretty lips around me. Try hard and I'll then decide whether I'll fuck you or not,“ the man said lowly and Eric moaned lowly, nodding quickly. The man's voice was smooth and velvet, going down Eric's spine and making his erection leak precum.
A knowing smirk spread on the man's face, like he didn't expect any other answer, and he stepped back a little, letting go of Eric. The boy staggered, but then moved so that they changed positions - the man was now leaning against the wall. Eric dropped to his knees, not caring how dirty the floor was, his eyes fixed on the man's crotch. With shaking hands he undid the man's jeans, pulling them down and actually moaning out loud. Because the man wasn't wearing any underwear, and his hard cock was making Eric almost come in his pants, determined to do anything just to get the man fuck him.
He didn't waste any time, leaning forward and licking the tip of the man's erection, wrapping his fingers around the base at the same time. He gave its head a swirl of his tongue, his heart jumping as he heard the man moan lowly. Another teasing lick over the head and then he opened his mouth, taking the man in as he stroked the rest of his erection. The man's hand found their way in Eric's hair and even if it would annoy him usually, now he just whimpered, closing his eyes and letting go of the man's erection with his hand, he took the man in completely.
He shut his eyes tighter, a bile coming up his throat as he never before deep throated anyone, a few tears burning behind his eyelids. He swallowed it down with difficulties, making the man moan again, much louder this time. Eric's heart jumped and he tried to relax his throat as he started to bob his head, feeling the man's erection sliding along his tongue.
Eric dug his fingers in the man's hips as he continued pleasuring him. He didn't care or notice how uncomfortable it felt, his knees starting to ache as he was kneeling on the hard tiled floor. It was all worth it because after a couple of moans and sharp movements when he bucked in Eric's mouth, the man tugged on Eric's hair, making him pull back, the man's erection slipping past his lip.
”Get up,“ the man ordered in raspy voice and Eric was sure he never got up that quickly in his whole life. It obviously amused the man, who despite being obviously turned on, could still laugh lowly as he undid Eric's tight jeans quickly. He pulled them down, a pleased sigh escaping him when his thought that Eric's jeans were too tight to allow any underwear was confirmed.
Before Eric could say anything, he suddenly found himself pressed against the wall, his cheek resting against the cold tiles. He moaned lowly as the man's erection brushed against his exposed ass and only after a while he realised that the soft, shuffling sounds meant the man was getting a condom. Too turned on to think of it earlier, Eric thanked Heavens for this, his thought interrupted when he suddenly felt the man starting to push into him.
He bit down on his piercing, tensing slightly from the obvious discomfort that came along. He wasn't a virgin, not anywhere near that, but it still was uncomfortable at first. The man noticed it, and he rubbed Eric's side almost gently, but he didn't stop himself. Instead he pushed in fully, waiting barely a second, and then almost out. The next thrust was forceful and the man hit Eric's prostate immediately, making the boy let out high pitched whimper, forgetting the discomfort immediately.
Eric was so turned on he lasted way too short. But the man's hands on his hips, his erection moving in and out of him, hitting that spot just right over and over again was driving him crazy. The last drop to that was when he man moved one hand in Eric's hair, yanking his head back and breathed out in his ear breathlessly: ”My name is Andreas, moan that out when you come.“
That was it, that was all Eric needed. A strangled yelp of Andreas' name escaped him as the man drove hard in Eric, making the boy come harder than he could imagine without even touching him directly, his back arched, his head still thrown backwards as Andreas didn't let go of his hair yet.
Eric was in some sort of post-orgasmic glow, his body felt heavy and tired as he felt Andreas push in him few more times before his grip on Eric's hip and hair tightened almost painfully, a low animalistic growl indicating Andreas came as well.
For a short while the only sound filling the room was the music from the bar and their harsh breathing. Eric felt weak and he could already feel slight dull pain in his ass, but he didn't care. He sucked in a breath as Andreas moved, pulling out of Eric. There were some shuffling noises heard, and Eric finally brought himself to get dressed as well. He fastened his belt just when someone entered the room. He looked up, his eyes meeting with narrowed blue eyes of the guy who just entered. Eric raised his eyebrow, running his fingers through his messy hair. He knew it was all too obvious what just happened between him and Andreas, but he couldn't care less if other people knew it as well.
”Andreas, we're leaving,“ the guy who just walked in announced, not tearing his eyes from Eric. ”So...“
”I'm coming with you,“ Andreas' low voice was heard and Eric finally shifted his eyes on the older man. Andreas was all dressed up again and there was nothing about him that would tell anyone that he just had sex with a teenager in the public restroom. He glanced at Eric, giving him a faint smirk that made Eric swallow heavily, nodding at him before he left with the other guy.
Few minutes later when Eric trusted his legs enough to carry him back to the bar, he returned to his friends. One of them, the boy wearing purple scarf and lots of glitter, gave him a look as Eric collapsed in the armchair.
”I hope you enjoyed that,“ the boy commented as he sipped on his drink.
Eric nodded dreamily, missing the sarcasm in the boy's voice completely: ”The best fuck I have had in a long time, Björn.“
”Yeah, yeah,“ the boy called Björn nodded, shaking his head with a slight hint of a smile on his face. ”Glad it made you happy, but I'm warning you. You whine about your ass hurting tomorrow, and I'll kick you out sooner than you say 'but Björn', got it?“
***
It was about two weeks later when Eric walked in that bar again. This time he wasn't carrying himself like he was the most precious and valuable person in the whole Stockholm; actually he felt a bit nervous. Few days ago Björn showed him that one band was looking for a guitarist, and although Eric never listened to the band properly, he decided to give it a try.
He stopped once he entered the bar, trying to let his eyes get used to the dim atmosphere. There weren't many people inside, as it was too early for the proper partying, and he noticed a group of four people immediately. He walked closer to them, and only when he stopped in front of them, his heart stopped a little.
Then he smirked. His smirk was met by another, very familiar that was making him weak in his knees.
”I came to the audition for the Deathstars guitarist,“ Eric said when the other two guys looked at him wonderingly, the third one was busy giving Andreas the meanest death glare Eric have ever seen before. He recognised him too, it was the guy who came to tell Andreas that they were leaving that night in the bar.
One of the guys, the one with long straight hair and kind of girlish features smiled at him nicely. ”So you are Eric, right? Sit down,“ he nodded at the empty spot opposite them, and Eric flopped down.
”So,“ the same guy began, but Andreas interrupted him.
”I'm for,“ he said lowly, his eyes never leaving Eric and the smirk still on his lips.
”For?“ the guy with long dreads raised his eyebrow. ”Shouldn't we maybe hear him play guitar first?“
Andreas shook his head, his eyes sparkling and making Eric's heart beat insanely fast. ”He's good,“ he said and Eric felt stupidly proud suddenly as the long haired guy exchanged a wondering look with the guy with dreads and the fourth guy buried his face in his hands, letting out a loud exaggerated sigh.
And that was just the beginning.
Click for the second part.