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Title: "I Believe I'm Winning"
By: Ivy
Coupling: Gerard Way (of My Chemical Romance) and Bam Margera (of Viva La Bam/Jackass)
Rating: NC-17 - graphic slash.
Description: "Look at you. Overreacting because I won't let you fuck me up the ass."
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"No. No. No. Not happening. Not happening now, not happening ever. So you can just for-fucking-get it." I said, shaking my head quickly, almost angrily. He sighed and rolled his eyes at me, turning around to sort of pace the room a bit. I stared at him, almost in disbelief at what he had asked.
"Why not? It's not like we always get the chance for these kinds of things. You've got your own shit to tend to, and so do I. We barely even see each other."
"Yeah, and we barely even know each other." I shot back at him, having never taken my eyes off of him. He stopped and looked back at me, glaring as he spoke. "You're fucking impossible. I don't know why I even put up with this shit."
"Look at you. Overreacting because I won't let you fuck me up the ass."
"You fucked me!" He exclaimed and I growled. "You were begging me to. Did you forget, or do I have to refresh your memory?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. He just stood there, watching me. A small grin began to curl on my lips and I closed my eyes, sort of tilting my head back, speaking in a moan, "Oh, God, Gerard, fuck me...fuck me, baby...I need you in me..."
"Stop."
"I gotta feel you inside me..."
"I said. Stop."
"..mm, please, baby...need you so bad...need to feel-" My words were quickly cut off when his hand - to my surprise - came down across my left cheek. My entire face stung and I blinked at him in disbelief. He showed absolutely no fear as he stared deep into my eyes, anger obvious on his voice. "Are you fucking crazy?" He asked, grabbing my wrist, jerking me to him. A growl formed deep within my throat and I clenched my teeth, my face directly in front of his.
"Are you fucking crazy? The goddamn nerve you have!" I exclaimed, shoving him back hard with my other hand, walking up to him, grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him back against the wall, my hand coming up to this throat. Still, he showed no fear. He stared dead into my eyes, unmoving beneath my grip on him. I spoke through clenched teeth, face-to-face with him. "You listen to me. No one slaps me. No one fucks me. Get that through your fucking head." I added a little pressure to his throat before letting go, turning around to exit the room.
Before I had even gotten to the door, I was immediately sent down to the ground face first. I landed with a loud whimper, his body lying atop of my backside, his hands grabbing my wrists as he pinned them to the ground on either side of my head. I squirmed hard under him, trying desperately to get him off of me, but failed.
I stilled myself and took a deep breath, forcing words through my teeth, although keeping my voice low and serious. "Brandon. You let me go. You let me go right now. Right fucking now."
"Shut up. Give me a fucking reason why you always want to fuck me, but won't let me fuck you."
"No one fucks me! No one! It's not only you, it's everyone! Now get the fuck off!" I groaned loudly and squirmed again, this resulting in him pushing his body weight down against me, digging his nails into my wrists. I winced and turned my head so I could try to see him but couldn't. He leaned down atop of me, his chest pressing to my back and I felt him nuzzle his mouth against the skin below my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth, giving it a few firm tugs before letting it go, speaking lowly against my ear.
"I'm going to fuck you, Gerard. And you're going to like it. And next time, you'll be begging for it." My eyes sort of widened at his words and I felt my breathing begin to quicken. My heart immediately began to thud in my chest, my anger building by the second.
"You're not fucking me. Get that through your fucking head and get the FUCK off of me!" This time, I had screamed and he tilted his head against me, sinking his teeth into the back of my neck. So hard, it sent a sharp tingle down my spine and I cried out, dropping my head onto the floor, closing my eyes tightly, tears building beneath my closed lids. My lower lip trembled and I whimpered pitifully, "Okay, okay...let me go...I'll let you..."
He let up off of my neck and leaned over some so he could look at me. I opened my eyes, the tears very slowly seeping out and he smirked, letting go of my wrists. As soon as he did this, I mustered up every ounce of energy I could and threw him off of me. I jumped up and ran over to where he'd landed, sitting down hard on his pelvis, gripping his hair with one hand as I brought my fist down onto his nose. He cried out at this, trying to block himself with his hands, but I only slapped them out of the way, before lifting his head up and slamming it down against the ground.
"You piece of shit. Don't you ever touch me again." I said angrily, glaring down at him before I stood up, walking quickly toward his bedroom door, opening it and heading out into the hallway. Before I'd even reached the stairs, I felt a hand grab my arm and yank me around. I immediately brought my other hand up to strike him in the face again, but he blocked me and shoved me back against the wall, slapping me hard across my face again. He pushed his body up against mine, placing his knee between my thighs, pressing it up against my groin, pinning my arms at my sides, his face right in front of mine.
Neither of us moved. We each glared into one anothers eyes, anger obvious on both our faces. He pushed his knee harder against my groin and my brows furrowed. I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying not to let the pressure against me affect me.
"Bam..." I started, swallowing and reopening my eyes before continuing my words. "Let. Me. Go."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Jesus fucking Christ..." I whispered, turning my head to the side as to not look at him. Was he fucking serious? I couldn't believe he was doing this. He and I had messed around before, but I made it clear from the start that he would never fuck me. Why? Because I simply wasn't down with it.
"Why is this so important to you?" I asked, looking at him again. Blood had smeard across his face from where I'd punched him in the nose. I couldn't deny it even if I wanted to; blood had always turned me on.
"You took something from me I'll never get back. Now I'm going to take it from you." He stated plainly and I blinked at him, having never thought of it that way. I didn't know I was his first when I fucked him. He'd never brought it up, and sure as hell didn't act like it was his first time, either.
I stared at him, speachless. I know he sensed it, too, and he pulled back some, keeping one hand wrapped around my wrist as he turned and pulled me along with him, heading back into his room. I didn't try to stop him. He shut his door and locked it, pulling me over to his bed and shoving me down onto it hard. I laid there, motionless, continuing to stare at him. He slid his shirt off and dropped it down onto the floor, sliding his shoes off before he brought his hands down to his jeans, undoing the clasp and then sliding the zipper down, removing his jeans but staying in his boxers.
I swallowed and sat up, slowly removing my shirt, kicking my shoes off and leaning down to take off my socks as well, lying back down against the bed. His eyes had never left me.
What the fuck was I doing...
I couldn't read his facial expression. It almost seemed dead. And that alone terrified me.
He crawled up onto the bed and pushed my thighs apart, reaching down to undo my jeans as he did to his, yanking them down my legs. I was nude beneath them. I'd never really liked underwear.
I became motionless again, swallowing thickly as I watched him. He writhed out of his boxers and discarded them onto the floor, along with my jeans and crawled up between my thighs, his hands on my hips as he did this. I watched his eyes as he let them scan over my naked body, and I felt my stomach turn. My heart was pounding in my chest - and, if even possible - it sped up when his words left his mouth. "Turn over."
I kept still for a moment, trying to comprehend the two simple words before they finally registered in my head. I slowly sat up and maneuvered myself onto all fours, resting down on my forearms, pulling a pillow close to me as to bury my face into it.
He ran his hands over the small of my back. His touches were almost loving, if that were even possible, considering that I knew how he was. I bit down on my lower lip and closed my eyes tightly, swallowing yet again. My mouth was so dry.
Suddenly, I felt his lips press against my shoulderblade, and he dusted light kisses across it, trailing them further downward. A shiver coursed down my spine and I whimpered into the pillow, trying to regulate my breathing.
He kissed along the small of my back before pulling back, grinding his hips into my ass. I narrowed my eyes at the feel, not sure if I'd liked it or not. I heard him spit and my heart skipped a beat. He was using my method of lubricant. The bastard.
I lifted my head off of the pillow but kept it tilted down, still rested on my forearms, legs splayed apart as far as they could go. Suddenly, I felt pressure against my opening and my eyes widened. My chest rose and fell with each, almost frantic breath that I took. My mouth fell open when he added even more pressure, beginning to push into me. I squeazed my eyes shut and slammed my face back down into the pillow, crying out loudly into it, squeezing the pillow in my fists tightly. My head grew overwhelming dizzy and immense pain ran through every muscle in my body.
A slow, deep, drawn-out moan escaped from his lips and the sound, for some reason, made the pit of my stomach tense. Jesus, I hope I don't enjoy this. I don't want to enjoy it. How could anyone enjoy something they don't want?
But he didn't move. Not once. He buried himself fully inside of me and stilled himself, his hands on my hips, rubbing them in what felt like a reassuring manner. And for some strange reason, even though I had began to tremble from the excruciating pain I was feeling, his gesture had relaxed me just a bit.
I felt him lean over, pressing his chest to my back, burying his face between my shoulderblades, pressing a few soft kisses there. I whimpered loudly when I shifted a little, panting hard, and he whispered against my skin. "..it'll get better..."
I didn't want it to get better...
After a few minutes of sitting still inside of me, he sat back up and got a firmer grip on my hips, pulling halfway out of me before pushing back inside. My eyes shot open and my mouth fell agape, nothing coming out though. I blinked once and he repeated his movements, each time pulling out a little further than the last times, pushing back in deeper. A slow tear leaked out from the corners of my eyes.
Maybe I did want it to get a little better. Because if I had to feel this much pain through this, it just wasn't fucking worth it at all, and it'd be the last time I would ever let this happen to me again.
"Fuck," he whispered, very slowly - but surely - building up a slow but steady rhythm with his movements. Persistent whimpers escaped my lips and I bit down on my lip as hard as I could, trying somehow to block out the pain. I couldn't believe he'd let me fuck him. If this is what he felt when I did it to him, then I pity him for enjoying it.
I felt him shift his hips some and thrust back into me, harder than before and I gasped loudly. He dug his nails into my hips and began a harder rhythm, moving in and out of me mercilessly, his hips hitting my ass each time he pushed into me. My body moved in a back-and-forth motion, my breathing quite uneven, almost scaring me. I swallowed harshly, small noises emitting from my lips. My head had grown less dizzy, only due to the fact that I was getting used to the pain by now. And I knew it'd be over soon and I'd be able to leave and never have to see his face again.
A loud moan permitted from his lips and he groaned my name, the mere sound making me shiver for the second time this night. I didn't want to enjoy this. No, I wasn't enjoying it.
Was I...?
I felt a bit of sweat building on my face and I gasped for a fresh breath of air, panting loudly, finding myself meeting his thrusts by pushing back against his hips each time he pulled me back against him. I knew he was smiling at this. I didn't even have to look. I just knew it.
"You fuckin' slut," he moaned. "You like it..."
"Oh, God..." I moaned, yet another whimper following. He shifted his hips again and slammed into me rather harshly - almost violently - and a cry of shock fell from my lips.
"Fuck! Oh, my fucking God...again...do it again..." I whimpered pathetically, now rocking my hips back for him, equally as hard as he was doing it when he was controlling my movements against him. He let out a low, evil sounding laugh, but complied to my plea, pounding into me, making sure he hit that same spot deep inside of me. Each time he did this, a wave of pleasurable shock went through my entire body. I was trembling harder now than before, and I could hear my heard pounding in my ears. My senses were suddenly overwhelmed and for a split moment, I didn't even want this to end.
"..say it.." he whispered, his rhythm never faulting. "..say you like being fucked..."
"I-...mmph...I love...being- oh, fuck...Ilovebeingfucked.." I cried, my eyes narrowed.
"No," he breathed, slowing his hips against me. "Say," - he slammed into me - "you" - again - "love" - again - "being" - again - "fucked" - again - "by" - and again - "me."
I was full-on crying by now by the almost painful pleasure that was searing through every inch of my body. Every time he pushed inside of me, he hit something that nearly made me blind by how good it felt. I cried out, through a now hoarse voice, "..Ilovebeing-...fuuuck...Ilovebeingfuckedbyyou..." He groaned and began giving harder, deeper thrusts into me, which nearly seemed impossible. My stomach was tensing and I felt like I were going to come. I hadn't even touched myself.
His movements became almost frantic and I knew he was close. Which sort of disappointed me because I wanted this to continue for as long as it could. Even if he could've gone on longer, I'm not sure if I could have handled it. So I have no reason to complain.
I pushed myself up onto my arms, even though they were shaking and forced myself to stay balanced on one hand as I moved one hand down between my thighs, wrapping my hand around my dick to stroke myself. I tried to match my hand movements with his thrusts but couldn't. I ran my palm over my tip and moaned rather loudly, moving my hand up-and-down on myself, giving myself firm squeezes.
"Oh, fuck...oh-..fuck!" He moaned, his voice having a throaty sound to it. He gave a few more thrusts into me, leaning forward to rest his chest against my back again, one arm wrapping around my torso as his other stayed on my hip, and he cried out, pushing his face into my back as he came inside of me, his hips slowing with their movements. I could feel my muscles pulsating around his dick and I cried out shamelessly as I came onto my hand and his bedsheets below us, trembling hard, my arm giving way as I fell flat on my chest, my hips still propped up though as he continued to move inside of me, much more slowly now, though, riding out the contractions of his orgasm.
I was panting breathlessly and he stayed still, giving himself a few moments to try to control his breathing before he slid out of me. My hips fell against the bed and I lay like that for a good while, motionless. I felt the weight of the bed shift as he collapsed beside me, panting as I was.
After a few minutes of being motionless, I forced myself over onto my back, bringing a hand up to thread my fingers through my sweaty hair, and I lazily turned my head to look at him. He was grinning.
"Fuck you, Bam." I said, shaking my head a little bit, although unable to stop the crooked smile that had came to my face.
"No, Gerard. I believe you have that backwards."
[[ ...i suck. ]]
By: Ivy
Coupling: Gerard Way (of My Chemical Romance) and Bam Margera (of Viva La Bam/Jackass)
Rating: NC-17 - graphic slash.
Description: "Look at you. Overreacting because I won't let you fuck me up the ass."
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"No. No. No. Not happening. Not happening now, not happening ever. So you can just for-fucking-get it." I said, shaking my head quickly, almost angrily. He sighed and rolled his eyes at me, turning around to sort of pace the room a bit. I stared at him, almost in disbelief at what he had asked.
"Why not? It's not like we always get the chance for these kinds of things. You've got your own shit to tend to, and so do I. We barely even see each other."
"Yeah, and we barely even know each other." I shot back at him, having never taken my eyes off of him. He stopped and looked back at me, glaring as he spoke. "You're fucking impossible. I don't know why I even put up with this shit."
"Look at you. Overreacting because I won't let you fuck me up the ass."
"You fucked me!" He exclaimed and I growled. "You were begging me to. Did you forget, or do I have to refresh your memory?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. He just stood there, watching me. A small grin began to curl on my lips and I closed my eyes, sort of tilting my head back, speaking in a moan, "Oh, God, Gerard, fuck me...fuck me, baby...I need you in me..."
"Stop."
"I gotta feel you inside me..."
"I said. Stop."
"..mm, please, baby...need you so bad...need to feel-" My words were quickly cut off when his hand - to my surprise - came down across my left cheek. My entire face stung and I blinked at him in disbelief. He showed absolutely no fear as he stared deep into my eyes, anger obvious on his voice. "Are you fucking crazy?" He asked, grabbing my wrist, jerking me to him. A growl formed deep within my throat and I clenched my teeth, my face directly in front of his.
"Are you fucking crazy? The goddamn nerve you have!" I exclaimed, shoving him back hard with my other hand, walking up to him, grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him back against the wall, my hand coming up to this throat. Still, he showed no fear. He stared dead into my eyes, unmoving beneath my grip on him. I spoke through clenched teeth, face-to-face with him. "You listen to me. No one slaps me. No one fucks me. Get that through your fucking head." I added a little pressure to his throat before letting go, turning around to exit the room.
Before I had even gotten to the door, I was immediately sent down to the ground face first. I landed with a loud whimper, his body lying atop of my backside, his hands grabbing my wrists as he pinned them to the ground on either side of my head. I squirmed hard under him, trying desperately to get him off of me, but failed.
I stilled myself and took a deep breath, forcing words through my teeth, although keeping my voice low and serious. "Brandon. You let me go. You let me go right now. Right fucking now."
"Shut up. Give me a fucking reason why you always want to fuck me, but won't let me fuck you."
"No one fucks me! No one! It's not only you, it's everyone! Now get the fuck off!" I groaned loudly and squirmed again, this resulting in him pushing his body weight down against me, digging his nails into my wrists. I winced and turned my head so I could try to see him but couldn't. He leaned down atop of me, his chest pressing to my back and I felt him nuzzle his mouth against the skin below my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth, giving it a few firm tugs before letting it go, speaking lowly against my ear.
"I'm going to fuck you, Gerard. And you're going to like it. And next time, you'll be begging for it." My eyes sort of widened at his words and I felt my breathing begin to quicken. My heart immediately began to thud in my chest, my anger building by the second.
"You're not fucking me. Get that through your fucking head and get the FUCK off of me!" This time, I had screamed and he tilted his head against me, sinking his teeth into the back of my neck. So hard, it sent a sharp tingle down my spine and I cried out, dropping my head onto the floor, closing my eyes tightly, tears building beneath my closed lids. My lower lip trembled and I whimpered pitifully, "Okay, okay...let me go...I'll let you..."
He let up off of my neck and leaned over some so he could look at me. I opened my eyes, the tears very slowly seeping out and he smirked, letting go of my wrists. As soon as he did this, I mustered up every ounce of energy I could and threw him off of me. I jumped up and ran over to where he'd landed, sitting down hard on his pelvis, gripping his hair with one hand as I brought my fist down onto his nose. He cried out at this, trying to block himself with his hands, but I only slapped them out of the way, before lifting his head up and slamming it down against the ground.
"You piece of shit. Don't you ever touch me again." I said angrily, glaring down at him before I stood up, walking quickly toward his bedroom door, opening it and heading out into the hallway. Before I'd even reached the stairs, I felt a hand grab my arm and yank me around. I immediately brought my other hand up to strike him in the face again, but he blocked me and shoved me back against the wall, slapping me hard across my face again. He pushed his body up against mine, placing his knee between my thighs, pressing it up against my groin, pinning my arms at my sides, his face right in front of mine.
Neither of us moved. We each glared into one anothers eyes, anger obvious on both our faces. He pushed his knee harder against my groin and my brows furrowed. I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying not to let the pressure against me affect me.
"Bam..." I started, swallowing and reopening my eyes before continuing my words. "Let. Me. Go."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Jesus fucking Christ..." I whispered, turning my head to the side as to not look at him. Was he fucking serious? I couldn't believe he was doing this. He and I had messed around before, but I made it clear from the start that he would never fuck me. Why? Because I simply wasn't down with it.
"Why is this so important to you?" I asked, looking at him again. Blood had smeard across his face from where I'd punched him in the nose. I couldn't deny it even if I wanted to; blood had always turned me on.
"You took something from me I'll never get back. Now I'm going to take it from you." He stated plainly and I blinked at him, having never thought of it that way. I didn't know I was his first when I fucked him. He'd never brought it up, and sure as hell didn't act like it was his first time, either.
I stared at him, speachless. I know he sensed it, too, and he pulled back some, keeping one hand wrapped around my wrist as he turned and pulled me along with him, heading back into his room. I didn't try to stop him. He shut his door and locked it, pulling me over to his bed and shoving me down onto it hard. I laid there, motionless, continuing to stare at him. He slid his shirt off and dropped it down onto the floor, sliding his shoes off before he brought his hands down to his jeans, undoing the clasp and then sliding the zipper down, removing his jeans but staying in his boxers.
I swallowed and sat up, slowly removing my shirt, kicking my shoes off and leaning down to take off my socks as well, lying back down against the bed. His eyes had never left me.
What the fuck was I doing...
I couldn't read his facial expression. It almost seemed dead. And that alone terrified me.
He crawled up onto the bed and pushed my thighs apart, reaching down to undo my jeans as he did to his, yanking them down my legs. I was nude beneath them. I'd never really liked underwear.
I became motionless again, swallowing thickly as I watched him. He writhed out of his boxers and discarded them onto the floor, along with my jeans and crawled up between my thighs, his hands on my hips as he did this. I watched his eyes as he let them scan over my naked body, and I felt my stomach turn. My heart was pounding in my chest - and, if even possible - it sped up when his words left his mouth. "Turn over."
I kept still for a moment, trying to comprehend the two simple words before they finally registered in my head. I slowly sat up and maneuvered myself onto all fours, resting down on my forearms, pulling a pillow close to me as to bury my face into it.
He ran his hands over the small of my back. His touches were almost loving, if that were even possible, considering that I knew how he was. I bit down on my lower lip and closed my eyes tightly, swallowing yet again. My mouth was so dry.
Suddenly, I felt his lips press against my shoulderblade, and he dusted light kisses across it, trailing them further downward. A shiver coursed down my spine and I whimpered into the pillow, trying to regulate my breathing.
He kissed along the small of my back before pulling back, grinding his hips into my ass. I narrowed my eyes at the feel, not sure if I'd liked it or not. I heard him spit and my heart skipped a beat. He was using my method of lubricant. The bastard.
I lifted my head off of the pillow but kept it tilted down, still rested on my forearms, legs splayed apart as far as they could go. Suddenly, I felt pressure against my opening and my eyes widened. My chest rose and fell with each, almost frantic breath that I took. My mouth fell open when he added even more pressure, beginning to push into me. I squeazed my eyes shut and slammed my face back down into the pillow, crying out loudly into it, squeezing the pillow in my fists tightly. My head grew overwhelming dizzy and immense pain ran through every muscle in my body.
A slow, deep, drawn-out moan escaped from his lips and the sound, for some reason, made the pit of my stomach tense. Jesus, I hope I don't enjoy this. I don't want to enjoy it. How could anyone enjoy something they don't want?
But he didn't move. Not once. He buried himself fully inside of me and stilled himself, his hands on my hips, rubbing them in what felt like a reassuring manner. And for some strange reason, even though I had began to tremble from the excruciating pain I was feeling, his gesture had relaxed me just a bit.
I felt him lean over, pressing his chest to my back, burying his face between my shoulderblades, pressing a few soft kisses there. I whimpered loudly when I shifted a little, panting hard, and he whispered against my skin. "..it'll get better..."
I didn't want it to get better...
After a few minutes of sitting still inside of me, he sat back up and got a firmer grip on my hips, pulling halfway out of me before pushing back inside. My eyes shot open and my mouth fell agape, nothing coming out though. I blinked once and he repeated his movements, each time pulling out a little further than the last times, pushing back in deeper. A slow tear leaked out from the corners of my eyes.
Maybe I did want it to get a little better. Because if I had to feel this much pain through this, it just wasn't fucking worth it at all, and it'd be the last time I would ever let this happen to me again.
"Fuck," he whispered, very slowly - but surely - building up a slow but steady rhythm with his movements. Persistent whimpers escaped my lips and I bit down on my lip as hard as I could, trying somehow to block out the pain. I couldn't believe he'd let me fuck him. If this is what he felt when I did it to him, then I pity him for enjoying it.
I felt him shift his hips some and thrust back into me, harder than before and I gasped loudly. He dug his nails into my hips and began a harder rhythm, moving in and out of me mercilessly, his hips hitting my ass each time he pushed into me. My body moved in a back-and-forth motion, my breathing quite uneven, almost scaring me. I swallowed harshly, small noises emitting from my lips. My head had grown less dizzy, only due to the fact that I was getting used to the pain by now. And I knew it'd be over soon and I'd be able to leave and never have to see his face again.
A loud moan permitted from his lips and he groaned my name, the mere sound making me shiver for the second time this night. I didn't want to enjoy this. No, I wasn't enjoying it.
Was I...?
I felt a bit of sweat building on my face and I gasped for a fresh breath of air, panting loudly, finding myself meeting his thrusts by pushing back against his hips each time he pulled me back against him. I knew he was smiling at this. I didn't even have to look. I just knew it.
"You fuckin' slut," he moaned. "You like it..."
"Oh, God..." I moaned, yet another whimper following. He shifted his hips again and slammed into me rather harshly - almost violently - and a cry of shock fell from my lips.
"Fuck! Oh, my fucking God...again...do it again..." I whimpered pathetically, now rocking my hips back for him, equally as hard as he was doing it when he was controlling my movements against him. He let out a low, evil sounding laugh, but complied to my plea, pounding into me, making sure he hit that same spot deep inside of me. Each time he did this, a wave of pleasurable shock went through my entire body. I was trembling harder now than before, and I could hear my heard pounding in my ears. My senses were suddenly overwhelmed and for a split moment, I didn't even want this to end.
"..say it.." he whispered, his rhythm never faulting. "..say you like being fucked..."
"I-...mmph...I love...being- oh, fuck...Ilovebeingfucked.." I cried, my eyes narrowed.
"No," he breathed, slowing his hips against me. "Say," - he slammed into me - "you" - again - "love" - again - "being" - again - "fucked" - again - "by" - and again - "me."
I was full-on crying by now by the almost painful pleasure that was searing through every inch of my body. Every time he pushed inside of me, he hit something that nearly made me blind by how good it felt. I cried out, through a now hoarse voice, "..Ilovebeing-...fuuuck...Ilovebeingfuckedbyyou..." He groaned and began giving harder, deeper thrusts into me, which nearly seemed impossible. My stomach was tensing and I felt like I were going to come. I hadn't even touched myself.
His movements became almost frantic and I knew he was close. Which sort of disappointed me because I wanted this to continue for as long as it could. Even if he could've gone on longer, I'm not sure if I could have handled it. So I have no reason to complain.
I pushed myself up onto my arms, even though they were shaking and forced myself to stay balanced on one hand as I moved one hand down between my thighs, wrapping my hand around my dick to stroke myself. I tried to match my hand movements with his thrusts but couldn't. I ran my palm over my tip and moaned rather loudly, moving my hand up-and-down on myself, giving myself firm squeezes.
"Oh, fuck...oh-..fuck!" He moaned, his voice having a throaty sound to it. He gave a few more thrusts into me, leaning forward to rest his chest against my back again, one arm wrapping around my torso as his other stayed on my hip, and he cried out, pushing his face into my back as he came inside of me, his hips slowing with their movements. I could feel my muscles pulsating around his dick and I cried out shamelessly as I came onto my hand and his bedsheets below us, trembling hard, my arm giving way as I fell flat on my chest, my hips still propped up though as he continued to move inside of me, much more slowly now, though, riding out the contractions of his orgasm.
I was panting breathlessly and he stayed still, giving himself a few moments to try to control his breathing before he slid out of me. My hips fell against the bed and I lay like that for a good while, motionless. I felt the weight of the bed shift as he collapsed beside me, panting as I was.
After a few minutes of being motionless, I forced myself over onto my back, bringing a hand up to thread my fingers through my sweaty hair, and I lazily turned my head to look at him. He was grinning.
"Fuck you, Bam." I said, shaking my head a little bit, although unable to stop the crooked smile that had came to my face.
"No, Gerard. I believe you have that backwards."
[[ ...i suck. ]]