I felt a little desperate...
I'm terribly sorry that this isn't beta'd but I don't know anyone who could do it for me and I've reread it 3 times so I'm sure I have no errors.It is my first post ever on slacken_ties and i just hope that no one is up to bashing this...
If it is so terrible that you can not stand my writing and the terrible development of the plot, i'll go back into the shadows and just watch you all post your stories from afar. I was hoping that it could be a four parter but you can tell me to stop if you want.
Title: I Felt a little desperate
Pairing: Alex/ Nick (but not yet)..maybe more will be added on later.
DISCLAIMER: NOT REAL
I felt a little desperate...
It tasted like i squeezed an onion and mixed it with ranch dressing. I didn't know whether to spit or swallow. It wasn't like I've done this sort of thing before. Something so private in such a public place such as my university campus. Needing help on my Calculus turned into some midnight cabaret all over the campus. The library, cafeteria, my dorm room and his, and now the park. I swallowed the damn thing thinking that tomorrow morning someone would walk by wondering what the hell the white fluid is on the floor. Maybe take it to the Biology lab and find my saliva mingled with Ivor's cum. I've risked enough by blowing my teacher and now everyone finding out would send me straight to the community college. He held out his hand and picked me up off my knees. I licked my lips. He ruffled my hair and pulled me in to a tight lip lock. and disappeared down the hallway to the entrance of his dorm building. I sat on the park bench and told myself for the last and final time, no more men... and girls. My grades were slipping into the drain and it would leave me and my angry parents berating me. I slept there that night while i listened to the nighting gale sing me a lullaby. The lights dimmed, the stars disappeared and the glow of the moon vanished until my dreams slipped into the surface of my mind.
Stop tugging at my shirt sleeve. Don't yell at me. Damn, you've got some cold hands. What did you just call me? I saw the sun where the moon once was and the clouds covering the hidden stars and a brighter light that subsided the darkness of the night. A man was tugging at my shirt and yelling all sorts of words. Curse words i did understand, and curse words i didn't understand. It was in german. I remember before i left for university, my father was learning german and he managed to learn some classic curse words for when he hit the pubs in Germany. This man was my roommate. He pulled me off the bench from my blazers' lapel and propped me back up on my feet. I didn't notice until i was this close to him, feeling his breath against my neck, how interesting his eyes were and how blue they were. His thick glasses covered them well along with his ugly professor sweaters and a bow-tie he wore occasionally which i still haven't figured out for what occasions. His pants were almost as grossly colored as the grass is during its transition to spring when it is dehydrated. I guess you could just call him a nerd but he was a good roommate, he'd stay out of my way, and I'd stay out of his.
Until now.
"Don't touch my blazer McCarthy, it's worth more than your life."
I brushed right through him like a revolving door. He was always like a revolving door. You would walk towards him slightly seeing what is inside then running away from it and meeting with it again. He is an asshole just as much as I. As soon as I got back to my room, I grabbed my bag and shoved my English Literature books and my pen inside the messenger bag. I slid the strap over my head and had the bag land at my side, bouncing on my hip as i ran to my class a few buildings away. I walked into the building thinking I was going to be alright until I noticed the clock on the wall by the entrance telling me I'm 5 minutes late. I ran up the stairs panicking to room 517 and opened the door seeing all eyes on me including Mr. Gregor. I've had quite a history with him as you could probably guess by the way a bump erupted from the crotch of his jeans as he saw my presence at the door. My disheveled hair, slacken tie, and my open fly which showed some of my male-ness and was easily exposed due to the extremely tight stitching or my pants. Luckily, the messenger bag was low enough to shield it from the eyes of my fellow classmates. You could also tell of our history by the fact that he allowed me back to my seat with no questions of where I was. The guy who arrived only a minute later than me had to try and dodge bullets being shot out of Mr. Gregor's mouth. But now I remember last night as I sit next to my usual friend in the class, Ivor.
It wasn't that I just remembered blowing him, but I remember the vow I made to myself..."No more men...and girls." He looked down at me crotch as I sat down, briefly exposing the exposed from behind my bag. He lifted his hand off his desk and placed it over my cock. I felt my heart racing from the question I always dread asking myself: what should I do? He undid the single button that kept the pants together on the top and wrapped his fingers around it. I didn't want a hand job in class but yet i did, well the devil inside me did. I tried to fight him off but bucking my hips only aroused him more and his grip tightened. I felt i was going to cum right then in the middle of English Lit. I put my hands over his and tried to pry his locked fingers open but he turned his head instead to face me and stared with confusion without him saying it. What are you doing? We held each others gazes for what felt like eternity until a pencil dropped by his foot. I looked down at my crotch thinking he'll remove his hand and pick it up.
He did. He didn't touch me throughout the rest of the class.
I wondered whose pencil that was that broke the uncomfortable touches of Ivor. I wanted to thank them but i couldn't figure out who it was but i know it wasn't Ivor's. I came back to my dorm and saw McCarthy working on some website on his laptop while listening to some Wagner. He was an art major and so was I. He wanted to be a world famous pianist but I still didn't know exactly what I wanted to do. I lied on my bed with so much gratitude, this is so much better than some hard-ass wood and nails digging into my back and splinters made on my hands. I've never really had this moment alone in my bed. I don't even know how McCarthy had ever put up with it. The poor boy probably turns up his Wagner to maximum volume and sticks a pillow over his face to keep his concentration on music and his gaze not wondering elsewhere.
I believed this none-whore change is a very good idea. I took off my shirt and threw it at my chair. Being unsuccessful, it slowly slips off the seat and onto the carpeted floor which hasn't been vacuumed in the last six months. I rubbed my chest for a while thinking i could feel the cum i swallowed through my nipples, ribs, or belly button and the hairs that started there and go on to my...
McCarthy stood up to leave, I could hear with my eyes closed, and he dropped his pencil onto the floor and whispers a stiffen "Your welcome."
At the time of the door shutting, I opened my eyes in an instant.
If it is so terrible that you can not stand my writing and the terrible development of the plot, i'll go back into the shadows and just watch you all post your stories from afar. I was hoping that it could be a four parter but you can tell me to stop if you want.
Title: I Felt a little desperate
Pairing: Alex/ Nick (but not yet)..maybe more will be added on later.
DISCLAIMER: NOT REAL
I felt a little desperate...
It tasted like i squeezed an onion and mixed it with ranch dressing. I didn't know whether to spit or swallow. It wasn't like I've done this sort of thing before. Something so private in such a public place such as my university campus. Needing help on my Calculus turned into some midnight cabaret all over the campus. The library, cafeteria, my dorm room and his, and now the park. I swallowed the damn thing thinking that tomorrow morning someone would walk by wondering what the hell the white fluid is on the floor. Maybe take it to the Biology lab and find my saliva mingled with Ivor's cum. I've risked enough by blowing my teacher and now everyone finding out would send me straight to the community college. He held out his hand and picked me up off my knees. I licked my lips. He ruffled my hair and pulled me in to a tight lip lock. and disappeared down the hallway to the entrance of his dorm building. I sat on the park bench and told myself for the last and final time, no more men... and girls. My grades were slipping into the drain and it would leave me and my angry parents berating me. I slept there that night while i listened to the nighting gale sing me a lullaby. The lights dimmed, the stars disappeared and the glow of the moon vanished until my dreams slipped into the surface of my mind.
Stop tugging at my shirt sleeve. Don't yell at me. Damn, you've got some cold hands. What did you just call me? I saw the sun where the moon once was and the clouds covering the hidden stars and a brighter light that subsided the darkness of the night. A man was tugging at my shirt and yelling all sorts of words. Curse words i did understand, and curse words i didn't understand. It was in german. I remember before i left for university, my father was learning german and he managed to learn some classic curse words for when he hit the pubs in Germany. This man was my roommate. He pulled me off the bench from my blazers' lapel and propped me back up on my feet. I didn't notice until i was this close to him, feeling his breath against my neck, how interesting his eyes were and how blue they were. His thick glasses covered them well along with his ugly professor sweaters and a bow-tie he wore occasionally which i still haven't figured out for what occasions. His pants were almost as grossly colored as the grass is during its transition to spring when it is dehydrated. I guess you could just call him a nerd but he was a good roommate, he'd stay out of my way, and I'd stay out of his.
Until now.
"Don't touch my blazer McCarthy, it's worth more than your life."
I brushed right through him like a revolving door. He was always like a revolving door. You would walk towards him slightly seeing what is inside then running away from it and meeting with it again. He is an asshole just as much as I. As soon as I got back to my room, I grabbed my bag and shoved my English Literature books and my pen inside the messenger bag. I slid the strap over my head and had the bag land at my side, bouncing on my hip as i ran to my class a few buildings away. I walked into the building thinking I was going to be alright until I noticed the clock on the wall by the entrance telling me I'm 5 minutes late. I ran up the stairs panicking to room 517 and opened the door seeing all eyes on me including Mr. Gregor. I've had quite a history with him as you could probably guess by the way a bump erupted from the crotch of his jeans as he saw my presence at the door. My disheveled hair, slacken tie, and my open fly which showed some of my male-ness and was easily exposed due to the extremely tight stitching or my pants. Luckily, the messenger bag was low enough to shield it from the eyes of my fellow classmates. You could also tell of our history by the fact that he allowed me back to my seat with no questions of where I was. The guy who arrived only a minute later than me had to try and dodge bullets being shot out of Mr. Gregor's mouth. But now I remember last night as I sit next to my usual friend in the class, Ivor.
It wasn't that I just remembered blowing him, but I remember the vow I made to myself..."No more men...and girls." He looked down at me crotch as I sat down, briefly exposing the exposed from behind my bag. He lifted his hand off his desk and placed it over my cock. I felt my heart racing from the question I always dread asking myself: what should I do? He undid the single button that kept the pants together on the top and wrapped his fingers around it. I didn't want a hand job in class but yet i did, well the devil inside me did. I tried to fight him off but bucking my hips only aroused him more and his grip tightened. I felt i was going to cum right then in the middle of English Lit. I put my hands over his and tried to pry his locked fingers open but he turned his head instead to face me and stared with confusion without him saying it. What are you doing? We held each others gazes for what felt like eternity until a pencil dropped by his foot. I looked down at my crotch thinking he'll remove his hand and pick it up.
He did. He didn't touch me throughout the rest of the class.
I wondered whose pencil that was that broke the uncomfortable touches of Ivor. I wanted to thank them but i couldn't figure out who it was but i know it wasn't Ivor's. I came back to my dorm and saw McCarthy working on some website on his laptop while listening to some Wagner. He was an art major and so was I. He wanted to be a world famous pianist but I still didn't know exactly what I wanted to do. I lied on my bed with so much gratitude, this is so much better than some hard-ass wood and nails digging into my back and splinters made on my hands. I've never really had this moment alone in my bed. I don't even know how McCarthy had ever put up with it. The poor boy probably turns up his Wagner to maximum volume and sticks a pillow over his face to keep his concentration on music and his gaze not wondering elsewhere.
I believed this none-whore change is a very good idea. I took off my shirt and threw it at my chair. Being unsuccessful, it slowly slips off the seat and onto the carpeted floor which hasn't been vacuumed in the last six months. I rubbed my chest for a while thinking i could feel the cum i swallowed through my nipples, ribs, or belly button and the hairs that started there and go on to my...
McCarthy stood up to leave, I could hear with my eyes closed, and he dropped his pencil onto the floor and whispers a stiffen "Your welcome."
At the time of the door shutting, I opened my eyes in an instant.