Post by Jolt on Mar 14, 2007 23:55:14 GMT
(Will and Kevin 'get jiggy'--kind of. Kevin is NPC, an old drinking buddy. Dark. A little rough. You no like, you no read. Otherwise, onwards to the slash!)
He grunted as his chest slammed into the stairs, rough, twiggy carpet raking at his skin and rubbing the flesh stretched over his collarbones to a raw, meaty pink. A growl rose and stuck somewhere in his chest as Will gave his leg a firm kick that was trapped between Kevin’s arms, his heel snapping upwards and connecting sharply with Kevin’s nose with a sickening crunch. Kevin staggered backwards with a groan, cupping his palm beneath his nose to stem the flow of blood that was spilling over his chin, down his neck, and staining the front of his shirt. His eyes watered, distorting his already shaky vision and mixing with the blood on his face.
Will launched his weight from the stairs and grappled at the front of Kevin’s shirt, jerking him foward as they both toppled backwards onto the stairs. “You bastard,” he growled between pants, their faces only centimeters apart. He shoved Kevin backwards, letting him slide down a few steps. Thinking the fight was over, he tried to heave himself to his feet.
“Fuckin’.. fairy!” Kevin snarled between his teeth, grabbing the hem of Will’s shirt and jerking him down. And then he was on top of him, both hands at the boy’s throat, grasping but not clasping. They panted, chests heaving as they glared daggers at one another without words between them. Their bodies were close, heat emanating from places where their flesh never touched. “You’re a fuckin’ slut,” Kevin added into the silence, mirroring the sneer that Will drew his face up into and roughly bit the redhead’s lip, drawing blood and canting his hips downward.
Will hissed and wrenched his knee in between them, thrusting forward until they crashed down the stairs into a heap on the floor. “Fuck you,” Will snapped, pinning Kevin to the floor with a knee pressed to his sternum.
“If you insist,” the taller boy growled, twisting his body and slamming Will to the floor, now on top again. He slithered his hand into the opening their bodies made--the flat of Will’s abdomen and the hollow of his own--reaching down and cupping the familiar weight of him into his hand. The boy hissed and almost writhed beneath him, grabbing Kevin’s neck hard enough to leave brusies and jerking his head down.
The kissing was only a battle of tongue and scraping of teeth against teeth, and Will almost bit Kevin’s tongue to shut him up after he wormed a thigh between Kevin’s, grunting when their bodies seemed to fit just right after that.
“Fuck it.” Kevin fumbled with the buttons on Will’s jeans, his normally nimble fingers clumsy and jerking as he almost ripped the belt out from the pants, jerking them down the sharp juncture of pale hips and almost down to his knees while his boxers followed. The lights dimmed and brightened in the stairwell, throwing shadows across Kevin’s face and highlighting the drying, bloody smears on his features. His head jerked to the side in surprise at the change, then chose to ignore it and furiously attacked Will’s exposed cock with an eager, thrusting hand. “Better.. on your back..,” he hissed breathily into Will’s ear. He had the boy in control just by having him hard in his hand; damned if that was all it took.
And Will’s throat was only a tangle of unintelligable noises, unable to retort, hands clenched into Kevin’s hair until it twisted around his fingers in tight, dark coils. Something somewhere in him was pulling, stretching taughter until it finally snapped, and he jerked up into Kevin’s hand. Kevin broke with him, going slack over the redhead and gasping, their fronts a white, sticky mess; all of it was over before it even started.
So they lay there for a few moments, listening to someone laugh down the hallway. They were done--spent.. and the fucking world was still turning without them.
Kevin was the first to move, jerking up Will’s shirt and then lazily stretching his hand up the boy’s chest, tracing a muscle and then a scar. Then Will was suddenly alive again, slapping Kevin’s hand away and fisting the collar of his shirt. He panted and growled, his chest jerking up and down in spasms of breaths as his face contorted into a snarl. "Don't... touch me!" Kevin snapped back while Will shoved him away, both succeeding in putting the distance back between them.
"I have already you sonuvabitch!" Kevin barked, jerking his chin up and peering down the bridge of his nose at the boy sprawled on the floor before him, limbs akimbo and exposed. He had a dry, gritty taste of blood and booze on the back of his tongue, and he staggered towards the hall to find something to get rid of it.
Will twisted on the floor, jerking his jeans up over his hips. "Fuckin'.. bastard..," he growled to no one. "Stupid.. motherfucker.. goddamnit.." He righted himself in the same stagger that had brought him in the stairwell, stumbling out into the dark recesses of the hall that had ended in broken bottles and some poor fuck passed out in the middle of it.
The floor at the base of the stairs was a messy map of spunk and blots of blood. But it wasn't like anybody could see it in the dark anyway. They'd walk right past it and up the stairs.. farther than Will and Kevin could ever get. Too bad they kept falling right down in that same damned spot.
Somebody'd notice sooner or later even if they didn't remember it tomorrow.
He grunted as his chest slammed into the stairs, rough, twiggy carpet raking at his skin and rubbing the flesh stretched over his collarbones to a raw, meaty pink. A growl rose and stuck somewhere in his chest as Will gave his leg a firm kick that was trapped between Kevin’s arms, his heel snapping upwards and connecting sharply with Kevin’s nose with a sickening crunch. Kevin staggered backwards with a groan, cupping his palm beneath his nose to stem the flow of blood that was spilling over his chin, down his neck, and staining the front of his shirt. His eyes watered, distorting his already shaky vision and mixing with the blood on his face.
Will launched his weight from the stairs and grappled at the front of Kevin’s shirt, jerking him foward as they both toppled backwards onto the stairs. “You bastard,” he growled between pants, their faces only centimeters apart. He shoved Kevin backwards, letting him slide down a few steps. Thinking the fight was over, he tried to heave himself to his feet.
“Fuckin’.. fairy!” Kevin snarled between his teeth, grabbing the hem of Will’s shirt and jerking him down. And then he was on top of him, both hands at the boy’s throat, grasping but not clasping. They panted, chests heaving as they glared daggers at one another without words between them. Their bodies were close, heat emanating from places where their flesh never touched. “You’re a fuckin’ slut,” Kevin added into the silence, mirroring the sneer that Will drew his face up into and roughly bit the redhead’s lip, drawing blood and canting his hips downward.
Will hissed and wrenched his knee in between them, thrusting forward until they crashed down the stairs into a heap on the floor. “Fuck you,” Will snapped, pinning Kevin to the floor with a knee pressed to his sternum.
“If you insist,” the taller boy growled, twisting his body and slamming Will to the floor, now on top again. He slithered his hand into the opening their bodies made--the flat of Will’s abdomen and the hollow of his own--reaching down and cupping the familiar weight of him into his hand. The boy hissed and almost writhed beneath him, grabbing Kevin’s neck hard enough to leave brusies and jerking his head down.
The kissing was only a battle of tongue and scraping of teeth against teeth, and Will almost bit Kevin’s tongue to shut him up after he wormed a thigh between Kevin’s, grunting when their bodies seemed to fit just right after that.
“Fuck it.” Kevin fumbled with the buttons on Will’s jeans, his normally nimble fingers clumsy and jerking as he almost ripped the belt out from the pants, jerking them down the sharp juncture of pale hips and almost down to his knees while his boxers followed. The lights dimmed and brightened in the stairwell, throwing shadows across Kevin’s face and highlighting the drying, bloody smears on his features. His head jerked to the side in surprise at the change, then chose to ignore it and furiously attacked Will’s exposed cock with an eager, thrusting hand. “Better.. on your back..,” he hissed breathily into Will’s ear. He had the boy in control just by having him hard in his hand; damned if that was all it took.
And Will’s throat was only a tangle of unintelligable noises, unable to retort, hands clenched into Kevin’s hair until it twisted around his fingers in tight, dark coils. Something somewhere in him was pulling, stretching taughter until it finally snapped, and he jerked up into Kevin’s hand. Kevin broke with him, going slack over the redhead and gasping, their fronts a white, sticky mess; all of it was over before it even started.
So they lay there for a few moments, listening to someone laugh down the hallway. They were done--spent.. and the fucking world was still turning without them.
Kevin was the first to move, jerking up Will’s shirt and then lazily stretching his hand up the boy’s chest, tracing a muscle and then a scar. Then Will was suddenly alive again, slapping Kevin’s hand away and fisting the collar of his shirt. He panted and growled, his chest jerking up and down in spasms of breaths as his face contorted into a snarl. "Don't... touch me!" Kevin snapped back while Will shoved him away, both succeeding in putting the distance back between them.
"I have already you sonuvabitch!" Kevin barked, jerking his chin up and peering down the bridge of his nose at the boy sprawled on the floor before him, limbs akimbo and exposed. He had a dry, gritty taste of blood and booze on the back of his tongue, and he staggered towards the hall to find something to get rid of it.
Will twisted on the floor, jerking his jeans up over his hips. "Fuckin'.. bastard..," he growled to no one. "Stupid.. motherfucker.. goddamnit.." He righted himself in the same stagger that had brought him in the stairwell, stumbling out into the dark recesses of the hall that had ended in broken bottles and some poor fuck passed out in the middle of it.
The floor at the base of the stairs was a messy map of spunk and blots of blood. But it wasn't like anybody could see it in the dark anyway. They'd walk right past it and up the stairs.. farther than Will and Kevin could ever get. Too bad they kept falling right down in that same damned spot.
Somebody'd notice sooner or later even if they didn't remember it tomorrow.
