HOUSE OF BROKEN SOULS Part 25
Warnings: This Chapter: None. Overall: Slash, sexually explicit content, graphic violence
The fiction includes a mental illness storyline. I am not qualified in mental health, everything I know about it is googled. It's fantasy folks, please don't shoot me though helpful criticism is always welcomed.
*Not real. The folks aren't mine. No damage intended.
Thanks to Lia (Cheebles) for all her help and encouragement. This is the first porn of any description I've written so please be gentle with me..and as for the content I will just say I am very, very sorry but it had to be done...*runs away*
***Jared gasped as his face scraped against the dank, rough brickwork. The alley smelt of rotting cabbage and piss and the hot breath panting at his neck was thick, laden with smoke and alcohol. A calloused hand pushed at the back of his neck whilst another snaked around his hips, unbuckling the belt and snapping the fly of his denims open. The hand reached in to grab roughly at Jared’s half hard cock, jacking it till it was swollen and erect. “Get your pants down. Gonna give it to you hard, make it hurt so good you won’t sit for a week.”
Two fingers shoved past his lips “Get ‘em wet. Not gonna waste lube on you.” He moaned, his cheeks pinched in as he sucked. He worked his tongue sloppily around the digits before they were pulled back. He whimpered and bucked as they were rammed carelessly into his tight hole and began to work him open.
“You want this. Me, fucking your needy asshole? Tell me.”
There was the sound of a packet tearing and the snap of rubber.
“Just do it.”
Jared flexed his arms and pushed his hands against the wall, arching his back and hissing as sweaty hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back onto the thick blunt length as it was pushed into him, right up to the balls, in one rapid movement. It stretched and filled him. The force of the intrusion burnt and the pain felt good. Before he had time to adjust there was more movement and raw friction as hips snapped and the thick cock buried itself in him, repeating harshly in time with the bruising grasp on his hips. Six or seven hard and jerking thrusts was all it took before Jared felt the balls against him pulling up and the man inside him tense and come into the condom. Jared jerked himself off the rest of the way, shooting his load onto the wall in front of him. The man behind him snickered, zipped himself and tossed the used rubber into a nearby dumpster.
***
Jensen sucked softly at his earlobe then pressed small kisses into his neck and trailed down his back with nips and licks. He slid his fingers over the collarbone and down his arm resting his hand over the other and entwining their fingers. He reached his other hand around the chest to tweak at a nipple before continuing his slow downward journey.
“You want this?”
Jensen licked down into the crack and massaged the muscular globes as he parted them, contemplating the sweet pink hole there. He leaned in and lapped at the edge with steady, circular motions but paused to smile as the body he was straddling moaned and writhed beneath him. He inserted one finger, then two, rubbing steadily, spreading lube, gradually reaching deeper and scissoring, the muscle open carefully before progressing to three and exploring the tight, hot channel until a sudden cry of “Oh God” let him know that he had found the sweet spot. He continued finger fucking him leisurely, increasing to four fingers, grazing the bundle of nerves to elicit a cry and shiver of ecstasy.
“Christ Jen!”
Jensen chuckled and removed his fingers, kissing his way back up the glistening muscular back and burying his face in the thick brunette hair to lick and suck at the neck again, taking in the citrus smell of the other man’s shampoo. He’d come to love that smell and he inhaled it deeply. He let go of the hand he was holding and reached over to the nightstand for a packet, ripping it open with his mouth. “Going to fuck you now.” He pulled the hips back gently and slid a pillow under his partner.
He bit down on his shoulder as the head made it’s first intrusion though the ring of muscle and waited till he heard a groan and “Move Jen”. He slid his cock in till he was buried balls deep in the man, then made love with a steady, smooth rhythm, making sure to pass over his prostate, enjoying the needy moans and cries he could elicit. “Touch yourself with me” he breathed as he reached around to stroke the swollen cock, dripping with precome. They moved together, wordless and breathless in ever increasing rhythm until they lost control, ragged with need for release. Muscles clenched around Jensen’s cock and come splashed over their fingers, tipping Jensen over the edge into his own orgasm.
They rolled together onto their sides, sliding sweaty against each other. Jensen pulled out gently, carefully removing the condom and tying it. He moved wearily to the bathroom to dispose of it and grab a warm face cloth. He sat down on the bed to wipe his partner with care.
“Mnng. Should be me doing that.” mumbled Mark.
“You work hard for the money, honey.” muttered Jensen into his ear “besides you can do it after we go again, in a minute.”
“Mmf. You’re insatiable and sadly over optimistic.”
“Three is a new record, I guess I can wait for now.”
***
Jared took a tissue from his pocket, cleaned himself up and turned around as he fastened his jeans to mutter some form of gratitude but the man was already striding away, throwing a bundle of money at Jared’s feet.
“You’re a good fuck kid.”
Jared glanced, stricken, at the money beside him and called down the alley “Hey, I’m not.. Dude I’m not a whore.” But yeah, thought Jared, a leopard doesn’t change its spots.
He slid through the side door of the bar and walked to the counter where the charity jar stood. He slipped the ground-dirty notes into the neck of the jar and walked away before the barkeep could comment. It gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘charity fuck’.
***
Jensen checked the envelope on the nightstand and counted an even $2,000 into it before pausing and adding $500.00 more. He slipped it into Mark’s trouser pocket. He hated to draw attention to the transaction. The bed dipped as Jensen got in, and pulled the satin-soft hotel coverlet over them.
“You want me to stay the night?”
“Sleep!” growled Jensen. He wasn’t offended, he was used to Mark’s respectful enquiry and they both knew Mark didn’t make any other appointments for Tuesday or Friday nights. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching him sleep. He didn’t love him. It was a selfish need that brought him back to Mark, every bit as much of a crutch as alcohol had been.
The arrangement couldn’t continue indefinitely. Soon enough he would have to find another way. He snuggled in against Mark’s back, dropping an arm around his waist and pulling him flush to his chest. Tonight though, he would sleep dreamlessly.
***
Jared glanced at the second floor windows as he slammed the cab door. There was no light, he hadn’t expected it. Ever since their fight Jensen strived to avoid him and twice a week, with unfailing regularity, he stayed out, returning serene and fucked-out at lunchtime the next day. He had no idea why that should upset him but it did. The guy was 100% pure asshole with a helping of dick on the side but for some reason Jared hated the idea that it was someone else giving that to him.
Continued in part 26 here: anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com/7998.html