Brat (Colin, R)
Title: Brat
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: R
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #019, Spoiled
Word Count: 735
Summary: Some boys always seem to get their way.
Warnings: boys wanking, language and other unmentionable things
Notes: I'd like to tell you who the person with Colin is but that would spoil the surprise - the title should help.
Even as Colin’s lips touched against the boy’s forehead, he knew what he was doing was wrong. People, well wizards didn’t approve of such things. Come to think of it, normal people didn’t approve it either. These thoughts, however, did not stop him from continuing his ministrations. Even if he wanted to stop there was no way that he could. His partner in the crime of the flesh always got what he wanted. As long as Colin could remember this boy could have his way, by hook or by crook.
His fingers slid through the boy’s hair, he breathed in; it smelled like honey, oats and unfortunately, burnt Gillyweed. Someone had obviously just finished Potion’s class. They had met, like they always did, in a classroom near the entrance to the dungeons. No one, other than Slytherins, ever came down here. This was of course to their advantage; no prying eyes to see their wrong doings.
Wrong, he thought, was more a point of view. They didn’t think it was wrong and most certainly the outcome of these meetings never felt wrong. He tried to put these thoughts out of his head, there were other things to occupy his mind. Like the cold hands that were sliding under shirt and around his back, the warm kisses on his chest and the growing erection in his trousers.
Like it had on the other occasions they had met, his body overrode his sense of morality. Buttons were quickly undone, as were belts and zippers. Then with trousers pooled around their ankles they began their little dance.
"Tighten your hand."
Colin did as he was asked.
His jaw tightened, he wasn’t doing as he was asked, he was doing as he was told.
"Colin?"
"We can’t keep doing this." Colin said, through gritted teeth..
"But I want to," the boy said.
For a brief second Colin’s hand loosened its grip on the boy’s cock. He slowed his frantic movements. This wasn’t what he wanted. The fingers on his dick squeezed, sped up, brought him closer to the edge and twisted his thoughts. I don’t need this, he thought. The boys other hand gripped his neck and pulled his face down to meet his. Eyes met, lips pressed together, bodies pushed tight and breath merged.
This is not my choice, he argued with himself, trying to rationalise why he was here.
"Fuck, I’m close."
"Me too." Colin moaned, "this last time, then no more."
‘NO! I want to keep doing it, Colin. I want to, please, " the boy pleaded.
All the thoughts of right and wrong were brushed aside as a wave of ecstasy washed over him. Knees banged together, and hands quickened as their dance reached its peak. The younger boys forehead fell against his chest and breathy moans became one. Hands were a flurry, skin upon skin, cock rubbing against cock. He wanted to stop, really, he did but it felt so good. His voice caught in his throat, all rational thought ceased. Fireworks went off in his head, blurred his vision, sent lightening coursing through his body. The little moans that came from the boy and the throbbing in his hand signalled his release also. Come covered his fingers and stained his shirt, leaving undeniable traces of their misdeed.
"That was brilliant. Next time, I want you to suck me."
"There isn’t going to be a next time." Colin said, pulling his trousers back up.
There was a small exhalation of air as the boy showed his indignation. Arms were crossed and feet stamped in an exhibition of boyish temper. Colin was almost tempted to smack him on his backside; that always went down well.
"That might work for mom, but it won’t work on me, Dennis." Colin stated, fastening his belt.
Dennis pouted, which was his usual ploy when things didn’t go his way. Colin hated when he did that; their mother buckled every time under the pressure of her youngest sons puppy dog eyes.
"You don’t always get everything you want in life." Colin said, plainly.
Dennis glowered at him.
"Stop acting like a spoiled brat, Dennis."
"How about I give you the blowjob?" Dennis asked, hopefully.
Colin ruffled his brother’s hair, now it was he who was going to be spoiled. He hid his grin from his brother, not wanting to show that he would indeed take up that offer.
"We’ll see."
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: R
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #019, Spoiled
Word Count: 735
Summary: Some boys always seem to get their way.
Warnings: boys wanking, language and other unmentionable things
Notes: I'd like to tell you who the person with Colin is but that would spoil the surprise - the title should help.
Even as Colin’s lips touched against the boy’s forehead, he knew what he was doing was wrong. People, well wizards didn’t approve of such things. Come to think of it, normal people didn’t approve it either. These thoughts, however, did not stop him from continuing his ministrations. Even if he wanted to stop there was no way that he could. His partner in the crime of the flesh always got what he wanted. As long as Colin could remember this boy could have his way, by hook or by crook.
His fingers slid through the boy’s hair, he breathed in; it smelled like honey, oats and unfortunately, burnt Gillyweed. Someone had obviously just finished Potion’s class. They had met, like they always did, in a classroom near the entrance to the dungeons. No one, other than Slytherins, ever came down here. This was of course to their advantage; no prying eyes to see their wrong doings.
Wrong, he thought, was more a point of view. They didn’t think it was wrong and most certainly the outcome of these meetings never felt wrong. He tried to put these thoughts out of his head, there were other things to occupy his mind. Like the cold hands that were sliding under shirt and around his back, the warm kisses on his chest and the growing erection in his trousers.
Like it had on the other occasions they had met, his body overrode his sense of morality. Buttons were quickly undone, as were belts and zippers. Then with trousers pooled around their ankles they began their little dance.
"Tighten your hand."
Colin did as he was asked.
His jaw tightened, he wasn’t doing as he was asked, he was doing as he was told.
"Colin?"
"We can’t keep doing this." Colin said, through gritted teeth..
"But I want to," the boy said.
For a brief second Colin’s hand loosened its grip on the boy’s cock. He slowed his frantic movements. This wasn’t what he wanted. The fingers on his dick squeezed, sped up, brought him closer to the edge and twisted his thoughts. I don’t need this, he thought. The boys other hand gripped his neck and pulled his face down to meet his. Eyes met, lips pressed together, bodies pushed tight and breath merged.
This is not my choice, he argued with himself, trying to rationalise why he was here.
"Fuck, I’m close."
"Me too." Colin moaned, "this last time, then no more."
‘NO! I want to keep doing it, Colin. I want to, please, " the boy pleaded.
All the thoughts of right and wrong were brushed aside as a wave of ecstasy washed over him. Knees banged together, and hands quickened as their dance reached its peak. The younger boys forehead fell against his chest and breathy moans became one. Hands were a flurry, skin upon skin, cock rubbing against cock. He wanted to stop, really, he did but it felt so good. His voice caught in his throat, all rational thought ceased. Fireworks went off in his head, blurred his vision, sent lightening coursing through his body. The little moans that came from the boy and the throbbing in his hand signalled his release also. Come covered his fingers and stained his shirt, leaving undeniable traces of their misdeed.
"That was brilliant. Next time, I want you to suck me."
"There isn’t going to be a next time." Colin said, pulling his trousers back up.
There was a small exhalation of air as the boy showed his indignation. Arms were crossed and feet stamped in an exhibition of boyish temper. Colin was almost tempted to smack him on his backside; that always went down well.
"That might work for mom, but it won’t work on me, Dennis." Colin stated, fastening his belt.
Dennis pouted, which was his usual ploy when things didn’t go his way. Colin hated when he did that; their mother buckled every time under the pressure of her youngest sons puppy dog eyes.
"You don’t always get everything you want in life." Colin said, plainly.
Dennis glowered at him.
"Stop acting like a spoiled brat, Dennis."
"How about I give you the blowjob?" Dennis asked, hopefully.
Colin ruffled his brother’s hair, now it was he who was going to be spoiled. He hid his grin from his brother, not wanting to show that he would indeed take up that offer.
"We’ll see."