Escaping Reality Chapter 4: Shatter (NSFW)
“What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” he said quietly, hating that even now, his voice apparently wasn’t finished changing, as the pitch cracked and lowered halfway through the sentence. “It was hard to think - “ he cut himself off, not wanting to finish that sentence, though the words hung in the air anyway. “That you could be dead.” He was utterly surprised when Len’s arms came around him in a hug; neither of them were very physical with the other, and especially not to the extent of hugs. “Len?” It was weird in that Len was shirtless, though it felt kind of good, too.
“You thought you’d lost me, huh Jim?” He’d finally told Len that his first name was Jim, if only to stop those flashbacks. He couldn’t answer in words, so he just nodded into the shoulder that had been much taller just a few short months before. “Hell, darlin’, I kinda thought I’d lost it, too.” Jim looked up quickly, opening his mouth to say something, and was silenced by Len’s mouth.
When they surfaced from the kiss, Jim couldn’t remember the topic they’d been talking about. Hell, he could barely remember his own name. Len kissed him again, slow and sweet, making Jim’s toes curl into the carpet under their bare feet. The kiss was drugging, and he suddenly found himself laying back on the couch, Len crouching over him, hands running down his sides to reach the hem of his shirt. Groaning, he shifted to give more access, yelping in surprised pleasure when Len’s mouth found his nipple through his shirt, teasing it with tongue and teeth.
He scrabbled ineffectively at Len’s back, sighing as his shirt was finally removed and he was able to be chest to chest with Len, and the gasp wrenched from Len proved that the Southern man’s nipples were just as sensitive as his. They made out on the couch for awhile, alternating between frantic and slow, the juxtaposition driving Jim mad with want, the want to do something, the want to find out how far this was going.
Len finally pulled back a little, staring down at him with those green, green eyes, pupils completely blown, breathing ragged. Jim’s own breath caught at the picture presented, brain short-circuiting as Len licked his lips. When it seemed like Len would leave him on the couch, he wrapped a hand around the Georgian’s arm, looking into those eyes, trying to figure out what he was doing. He received a long kiss to his pulse point for his trouble, and a shaky chuckle.
“Just wanna get us more comfortable, darlin’, that’s all.” He was pulled up by Len, who caught him when his knees buckled, and they somehow made it into Len’s room, pants falling by the wayside as well. When Len brought them into full contact knee to chest, Jim whimpered, partly in desire, but partly in terror, too. This was going faster than he thought it would, and it wasn’t that he was a virgin (yeah, not so much, he’d done it before), it was the feelings again, which were going to destroy him one of these days.
“Jim?” Len asked, stopping all movement abruptly. “You okay?” The concern coming from him made Jim’s heart melt, and he relaxed. Whatever was going to happen, Len was going to be his friend for a long time, so why was he worrying?
“Yeah, Len, I’m okay,” he answered, flipping their positions and pinning Len to the bed. It was his turn to turn Len into a writhing mass of nerves and sensation. He started by licking that little hollow at the hinge of Len’s jaw, receiving a hitching sigh in response. He set out to find out the places that Len liked, the ones that would get moans and sighs, and groans, especially when he experimented with those nipples. He was moving down Len’s body systematically, finding out that Len’s bellybutton was extremely sensitive, drawing almost a squeak from Len, and he probably shouldn’t have laughed, but it was funny. He was suddenly flipped onto his back, their positions reversed as Len traced a path of fire down his body, earning that squeak more than once. Jim’s brain was literally melting, it had to be; he could barely see, and the sensations coming from some parts of his body had to be impossible, had to be imagined.
“Len… Len… Len…” he heard as if he was far away from the speaker, but soon realized that it was him making those noises, saying Len’s name like it was a mantra. Len made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat and continued his ministrations. Jim suddenly found himself with his legs over Len’s shoulders, and Len lapping delicately at the skin between his balls and ass, pressing experimentally. He arched up as the sensations overwhelmed him, and Len hadn’t even touched his cock yet.
He yelped in surprise when that tongue pressed firmly against his ass, licking with broad strokes. His vision was going fuzzy, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He was panting now, hands scrabbling at the satin sheets (a part of his mind made a note to tease Len for satin sheets once he got control back) as the sensations became overwhelming. Len’s fingers were in him now, the soft burn driving him insane.
“Len, please… pleasepleasepleaseplease!” he whined, cock twitching. He wanted Len in him now! and he needed it like he needed air. He felt Len’s chuckle, the vibrations echoing into his legs, and then the tongue and fingers left him and he jerked, whining in loss. He sighed into Len’s mouth when the man kissed him again, draping over him like a furry security blanket.
“Sh, darlin’. Just let me do this,” Len murmured, kissing him again in that slow, drugging way, and he felt disconnected, even though every nerve ending was on fire, and his cock was begging for release. He was brought back to himself abruptly when he heard the crinkle of condom wrapper and the snap of a tube of lube being opened. He tried to look down, but Len distracted him with kisses and nips, and playing with his nipples. Part of his brain rationalized that Len was pretty big, certainly bigger than he’d had before, but then Len was kissing him and pushing into him, so soft, so gentle, and the only thing he could think was ’more, faster’.
“Nngh…” was all he could get out, trying to articulate his need. Len was laughing again, still moving in that slow, insistent slide, the burn of it making Jim mindless.
“Is this what you wanted, Jim?” Len’s voice was like velvet rubbed the wrong way, and infinitely lower than it had been even a moment before, and Jim looked up into those green-brown eyes and became lost, reveling in the fact that this man was his, and his alone; at least for now. Len finally slid all the way in, balls snug against Jim’s ass, and Jim was able to breathe again, the fullness of it all taking him to a different world where everything was backward; up was down, left was south, and he felt like the most important thing ever.
And then Len began to move.
Each thrust was like a slow jackhammer, smooth but strong, hitting his prostate with every thrust because he was so tight and Len was so big. He still hadn’t had any attention to his cock, but the stars behind his eyes made it so that that wasn’t important. He was keening now, beyond words, arching up into the thrusts, wanting more, needing something that only Len could supply. His attention tunneled to the feel of Len, all of him: the harsh pants in his ear, the feel of those strong fingers pressing into his hips, and the inexorable glide of his cock, which was quickly becoming an addiction.
He threw his head back with a gasp when Len changed angles, effectively bruising his prostate, and finally, finally, words escaped. “Harder, faster, please…” he didn’t even know if he was saying them out loud, but when Len lifted his hips higher and started slamming into him, faster, faster… A thumb glanced over the tip of his cock and he was lost, vaguely aware of a high-pitched groan and hot liquid splashing up on his chest before all rational thought left him.
He came to with Len thrusting slowly, lazily, as his cock softened, and when the older man pulled out, Jim whimpered at the sense of loss. He was gathered up and pulled toward the shower, and let Len wash him like he was a doll. He was too sated to care one way or the other. Once they were back in Len’s bedroom, he curled up with him, head on his shoulder.
“…Wow…” he said finally, quietly, desperate not to break the comfortable feeling between them. Len’s chuckle proved that he hadn’t, and an absent kiss was placed on his hair.
“You liked it?” Len’s voice was crushed velvet now, or whiskey, and he shivered, pressing closer. He didn’t want to move from this, and was glad they had all the time in the world now to perfect this.
He was beyond wrong.
(On to Chapter 5)
“I don’t know,” he said quietly, hating that even now, his voice apparently wasn’t finished changing, as the pitch cracked and lowered halfway through the sentence. “It was hard to think - “ he cut himself off, not wanting to finish that sentence, though the words hung in the air anyway. “That you could be dead.” He was utterly surprised when Len’s arms came around him in a hug; neither of them were very physical with the other, and especially not to the extent of hugs. “Len?” It was weird in that Len was shirtless, though it felt kind of good, too.
“You thought you’d lost me, huh Jim?” He’d finally told Len that his first name was Jim, if only to stop those flashbacks. He couldn’t answer in words, so he just nodded into the shoulder that had been much taller just a few short months before. “Hell, darlin’, I kinda thought I’d lost it, too.” Jim looked up quickly, opening his mouth to say something, and was silenced by Len’s mouth.
When they surfaced from the kiss, Jim couldn’t remember the topic they’d been talking about. Hell, he could barely remember his own name. Len kissed him again, slow and sweet, making Jim’s toes curl into the carpet under their bare feet. The kiss was drugging, and he suddenly found himself laying back on the couch, Len crouching over him, hands running down his sides to reach the hem of his shirt. Groaning, he shifted to give more access, yelping in surprised pleasure when Len’s mouth found his nipple through his shirt, teasing it with tongue and teeth.
He scrabbled ineffectively at Len’s back, sighing as his shirt was finally removed and he was able to be chest to chest with Len, and the gasp wrenched from Len proved that the Southern man’s nipples were just as sensitive as his. They made out on the couch for awhile, alternating between frantic and slow, the juxtaposition driving Jim mad with want, the want to do something, the want to find out how far this was going.
Len finally pulled back a little, staring down at him with those green, green eyes, pupils completely blown, breathing ragged. Jim’s own breath caught at the picture presented, brain short-circuiting as Len licked his lips. When it seemed like Len would leave him on the couch, he wrapped a hand around the Georgian’s arm, looking into those eyes, trying to figure out what he was doing. He received a long kiss to his pulse point for his trouble, and a shaky chuckle.
“Just wanna get us more comfortable, darlin’, that’s all.” He was pulled up by Len, who caught him when his knees buckled, and they somehow made it into Len’s room, pants falling by the wayside as well. When Len brought them into full contact knee to chest, Jim whimpered, partly in desire, but partly in terror, too. This was going faster than he thought it would, and it wasn’t that he was a virgin (yeah, not so much, he’d done it before), it was the feelings again, which were going to destroy him one of these days.
“Jim?” Len asked, stopping all movement abruptly. “You okay?” The concern coming from him made Jim’s heart melt, and he relaxed. Whatever was going to happen, Len was going to be his friend for a long time, so why was he worrying?
“Yeah, Len, I’m okay,” he answered, flipping their positions and pinning Len to the bed. It was his turn to turn Len into a writhing mass of nerves and sensation. He started by licking that little hollow at the hinge of Len’s jaw, receiving a hitching sigh in response. He set out to find out the places that Len liked, the ones that would get moans and sighs, and groans, especially when he experimented with those nipples. He was moving down Len’s body systematically, finding out that Len’s bellybutton was extremely sensitive, drawing almost a squeak from Len, and he probably shouldn’t have laughed, but it was funny. He was suddenly flipped onto his back, their positions reversed as Len traced a path of fire down his body, earning that squeak more than once. Jim’s brain was literally melting, it had to be; he could barely see, and the sensations coming from some parts of his body had to be impossible, had to be imagined.
“Len… Len… Len…” he heard as if he was far away from the speaker, but soon realized that it was him making those noises, saying Len’s name like it was a mantra. Len made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat and continued his ministrations. Jim suddenly found himself with his legs over Len’s shoulders, and Len lapping delicately at the skin between his balls and ass, pressing experimentally. He arched up as the sensations overwhelmed him, and Len hadn’t even touched his cock yet.
He yelped in surprise when that tongue pressed firmly against his ass, licking with broad strokes. His vision was going fuzzy, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He was panting now, hands scrabbling at the satin sheets (a part of his mind made a note to tease Len for satin sheets once he got control back) as the sensations became overwhelming. Len’s fingers were in him now, the soft burn driving him insane.
“Len, please… pleasepleasepleaseplease!” he whined, cock twitching. He wanted Len in him now! and he needed it like he needed air. He felt Len’s chuckle, the vibrations echoing into his legs, and then the tongue and fingers left him and he jerked, whining in loss. He sighed into Len’s mouth when the man kissed him again, draping over him like a furry security blanket.
“Sh, darlin’. Just let me do this,” Len murmured, kissing him again in that slow, drugging way, and he felt disconnected, even though every nerve ending was on fire, and his cock was begging for release. He was brought back to himself abruptly when he heard the crinkle of condom wrapper and the snap of a tube of lube being opened. He tried to look down, but Len distracted him with kisses and nips, and playing with his nipples. Part of his brain rationalized that Len was pretty big, certainly bigger than he’d had before, but then Len was kissing him and pushing into him, so soft, so gentle, and the only thing he could think was ’more, faster’.
“Nngh…” was all he could get out, trying to articulate his need. Len was laughing again, still moving in that slow, insistent slide, the burn of it making Jim mindless.
“Is this what you wanted, Jim?” Len’s voice was like velvet rubbed the wrong way, and infinitely lower than it had been even a moment before, and Jim looked up into those green-brown eyes and became lost, reveling in the fact that this man was his, and his alone; at least for now. Len finally slid all the way in, balls snug against Jim’s ass, and Jim was able to breathe again, the fullness of it all taking him to a different world where everything was backward; up was down, left was south, and he felt like the most important thing ever.
And then Len began to move.
Each thrust was like a slow jackhammer, smooth but strong, hitting his prostate with every thrust because he was so tight and Len was so big. He still hadn’t had any attention to his cock, but the stars behind his eyes made it so that that wasn’t important. He was keening now, beyond words, arching up into the thrusts, wanting more, needing something that only Len could supply. His attention tunneled to the feel of Len, all of him: the harsh pants in his ear, the feel of those strong fingers pressing into his hips, and the inexorable glide of his cock, which was quickly becoming an addiction.
He threw his head back with a gasp when Len changed angles, effectively bruising his prostate, and finally, finally, words escaped. “Harder, faster, please…” he didn’t even know if he was saying them out loud, but when Len lifted his hips higher and started slamming into him, faster, faster… A thumb glanced over the tip of his cock and he was lost, vaguely aware of a high-pitched groan and hot liquid splashing up on his chest before all rational thought left him.
He came to with Len thrusting slowly, lazily, as his cock softened, and when the older man pulled out, Jim whimpered at the sense of loss. He was gathered up and pulled toward the shower, and let Len wash him like he was a doll. He was too sated to care one way or the other. Once they were back in Len’s bedroom, he curled up with him, head on his shoulder.
“…Wow…” he said finally, quietly, desperate not to break the comfortable feeling between them. Len’s chuckle proved that he hadn’t, and an absent kiss was placed on his hair.
“You liked it?” Len’s voice was crushed velvet now, or whiskey, and he shivered, pressing closer. He didn’t want to move from this, and was glad they had all the time in the world now to perfect this.
He was beyond wrong.
(On to Chapter 5)