Story post
Title - Old Faces And Arrangements
Nervousness crept up the boys spine; chilling his skin and making him tremble almost imperceptibly. Kaye had been doing this all morning, after what had happened in the bedroom, earlier on that day.
Kaye let out a soft, contented sound, curling his body up in a ball and pulling the covers closer to him, smiling all the while. Oh, how he loved a good bed; warm, soft, safe and most importantly, comfortable. Though he was happily falling in and out of consciousness, he couldnt help but feel he was being watched... He had never had a problem with this kind of paranoia before, so it made him a little concerned. He opened his eyes, fairly suddenly, and let out a sharp scream when he locked intense gazes with a pair of big red eyes above him, mere centimeters away. They only looked at each other for a split second, but that was enough for Kaye to be shaken to the very core, even after the eyes disappeared somewhat abruptly.
"That was freaky," He sighed, wiping the counter and stove off with a washcloth after his little reverie. The mornings and afternoons were always designated to cleaning and keeping his place clean, and sometimes, depending on the day, doing his bills and all that other fun bullshit that responsible people had to endure. Oh and how he loathed it...
Kaye didnt like feeling unsafe in his own home, but all throughout the day, thats exactly what he felt, and it was not improving his already shaken mood. All throughout the day he had heard strange noises, or seen things in the corner of his eyes moving. At first he was sure he was just being a little crazy, but now, not so much. He was checking around the corners as he walked into new rooms, and was peeking over his shoulder every so often, making sure nothing was behind him, possibly with an axe or hacksaw...Kaye let out a small whimper at the thought. He didn't want to be in here right now, he was too nervous, and too paranoid. There was only one thing to do now...
"...James?" Kaye sighed, holding the phone to the right side of his face.
"Hey there Kaye, what can I do for you?"
"Do you think I could come by tonight, after work?"
"What ever happened to 'we can't make anything from sex, except sex'?" He teased.
"James, please, I," Kaye paused, knowing that if he said that he was sure there was someone in his apartment, his coworker would fly into an overprotective, brotherly rage. So he changed to a different tactic. "I need you so badly." He purred. "But, I guess if you don't want me tonight, I'll just have to call Danny..." He practically heard the smoke billowing out of James's flared nostrils.
"What time are you off at?" He asked, sounding a little territorial. James hated Daniel, a disk jockey at the Lounge, with a passion and always got a little more than upset when Kaye would openly flirt with the obnoxious, burly, dark skinned man.
"Two forty-five, is that okay?"
"Jesus, you're on until three in the morning? What time do you start at?"
"Seven thirty," Kaye sighed, sounding somewhat irritated.
"Does a grocery store even get customers after midnight?"
"Just lunatics," Kaye giggled, in his uniquely immaculate way. "There's this one guy who comes in to sleep in the house wares isle, and we catch him every night, but he keeps coming back..."
"Do you get any customers though? Like, anyone going through your till at that hour?"
"No, not really..." Kaye sighed. "It's boring so I usually just read, do my nails and talk with Michael and Lenny."
"Oh, and who are they?"
"Lenny is the customer services guy, and Michael is the price checking guy. They're pretty cool, once you get to know them." Kaye had been working in the same grocery store since he was sixteen years old, so, its been a few years...
"See you tonight then?"
"Yeah, around three fifteen, I suppose..." Kaye said, peeking over his shoulder in search of the hatchet wielding psycho once again. "Bye James,"
"Bye Kaye," The line immediately disconnected and Kaye sighed, placing the phone back in its cradle.
"Guess I have to go get ready then, it's almost ten past six..." The blue haired boy sighed, peeking around the corner just incase.
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"Thank you for shopping at Market Mania, you have a wonderful night." Kaye grinned brightly for the umpteenth time that night, ready to smack someone right across the face if they asked him one more idiotic question or demanded that he check the price on most of their merchandise because "that's obviously wrong."
'If one more person calls me "girl", I am going to stab them with this pen...I mean, come on, Im wearing the damn nametag, you could at least look at it..." The seething beauty smiled a bright, faux smile at his next customer, starting up his usual speech.
"Hello, I hope that you found everything alright?" Now this was where many of the psycho bitch old ladies flew into a rant about paprika or something else absolutely moronic.
"Yes, yes, everything was fine." A deep, slightly gruff voice said. Kaye nodded and began ringing up the mans purchases at an almost alarming speed, looking bored. "How long have you worked here?" The man said, noting the expertise the woman in front of him displayed.
"Six years," Kaye sighed.
"My, don't you wish to do anything else with your life?"
"I don't think that that should be on the table for discussion, for I deem it unimportant and slightly irrelevant to the fact that that comes to fifty-seven twenty-six." The man laughed at that and Kaye smiled, having been dreading what he would say, being that he could have been offended.
"Hm, Kaylinn, that's an interesting name..." The man said. "I've only ever had one student with the name Kaylinn," The man said quietly.
"Oh, you're a teacher, and of what subjects?" Kaye smiled.
"History," The man said simply. Kaye could have suspected as much. The man was gruff looking and wore a neatly pressed suit, with a kind of stuffy air around him.
"So, do tell me what this other Kaylinn was like." Kaye giggled.
"Strange kid, really..." The man sighed. "Kaylinn was always an outcast in my classes, never fit in with anyone and had no friends..." Kaye suddenly paled. "'She' wasnt really a she anyways; I think thats what made the other children so nervous around him..." Kaye stared at the man with a feeling of minor dread and horror. "He dyed his hair weird colors, like pink and green, just like you, and he wore absolutely monstrous heels, probably because he was always such a tiny thing...Only about a clean five foot on his bare feet, you know."
"...You dont say?" Kaye said quietly, taking the proffered money passed to him, opening the till and fishing out the older man's change.
"Yes, but he was a great person, it's just that no one gave him a chance..."
"What school do you teach at?" Kaye mumbled, waiting for the receipt to print.
"G W Hubert Senior High," The man said, taking his receipt and lifting his bags. "You have a nice night now," He said as he walked off.
"You too, Mr. Winslow," Kaye mumbled, flipping his magazine open and flipping through the pages, looking down at the 'cheap ways to look sexy this summer!'
'Has anyone alerted these idiots that it's December? We still have spring to get down, you know...?' Kaye sighed inwardly. '"Cheap" ways to look "sexy", you say? Good god...'
"Excuse me; can you check the price on this?" A little woman snapped, holding up a hideous garden gnome with a crazed smile and a pickaxe. Kaye looked at it and cracked his gum loudly in agitation. This was going to be a long damn night.
"Queen's," Michael sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair.
"Go fish," Lenny snickered. Kaye held his cards, sitting with his legs swung over the counter as Michael picked another card out of the pile on the table and Kaye smiled.
"Lenny, got any nine's?" Lenny sighed and passed him a card. "Mike, got any queen's?" Michael glared and passed him his queen, somewhat dejectedly and Kaye let out a little shout of victory. "All out, I win!" He threw the two cards to the little table he had his spike heels propped up on and grinned at the two, who threw their cards down and sulked.
"Bitch," Lenny pouted.
"Oh come on, it's the first one I won all night." Kaye whined. "Let me celebrate a little." The two nodded and the blue haired boy jumped off of the counter, swaying his hips and giggling. "I won, I won, I won," He sang, doing a little shimmy, making the other two throw their tortilla chips at him. Ah, one of the perks of working in a grocery store at night with no supervision is that you can eat. Kaye downed the last bits of his soda a looked over at the clock with a grin. "Well boys," He smiled. "I'm off," The two men nodded and waved at him.
"See you on Friday, Kaye." The two chime as the boy signs out of the store computer, officially putting an end to yet another night of cashiering and grabs his long coat. Kaye wore his black Covergirl 609's with his black Capri's and store provided shirt, which consisted of a hideous green, thick, button down short sleeve with the company name on the arm.
"Bye," He smiled waving to the two as he wandered out of the store. The cold night air hit him like a freight train, nearly sending him sprawling onto his back, or running into the store for cover, he didnt know which. He pulled his coat to his body, just a little firmer and immediately took off, a little quicker than usual, towards James's place, and completely opposite of his own. He didn't want to be anywhere near that damn apartment right now.
'Isn't that just peachy?' Kaye grumbled to himself inwardly, ignoring the passersby. 'I just get the place a few weeks ago and now Im going to be killed in it...' Kaye sighed and continued his seemingly never ending trek down the many streets of the fairly dirty place he called his home: The Bronx. It really wasn't too bad, depending on where you lived. Unfortunately, Kaye lived in the area where it was 'too bad'. Life; such a kick in the pants, eh...?
"Hey baby," A car driving by him honked, the windows rolled down allowing the passengers to hang out, laughing and howling, cat calling and whistling. Kaye didn't stop walking. He just attempted to ignore the drunken fools and get to James's as fast as his legs could possibly go without running, six inch spike heels and all...
"Come on," Another one slurred. "I've got twenty bucks," He held up the money, waving it at the turquoise haired boy, whom they probably didn't know was a boy, like a fan. "Suck my dick," Kaye just continued walking. The man pushed the money at him a little more forcefully. "Didn't you hear me?" The man snapped.
"Oh, I heard you baby," Kaye purred; his soft, deceitfully feminine voice enticing the man. "I just wouldnt touch your dick for twenty bucks, or twenty thousand, like anyone else, I am sure." The others laughed and whooped, shoving their buddy and teasing him, while he looked murderous. Kaye turned and entered the building, going a little quickly up the stairs when he saw the drunken man from but a moment ago coming in after him, staggering slightly.
'Fuck,' Kaye thought, taking two steps at a time, hoping to evade the man. He did a little jog down the hallway, looking behind him only to see the man from before doing the same thing. Kaye banged loudly on the apartment door, 5G and could practically see the angels descend from the heavens when the door opened and James blinked at him, confused. Kaye grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of himself, showing him that he had been chased up here.
"Move," The man said somewhat drunkenly.
"Hm," James hummed, as if thinking hard. "No," He said a little abruptly, smashing the other man in the mouth with a fist. Kaye giggled as the man tumbled to the ground, probably mostly from the alcohol in his system more than the hit itself. "...You okay?" James sighed, looking down at the boy leaning against the door frame, languidly stripping off his coat. Kaye was, in all honesty, not really looking forward to the sex. Yes, it was good, but he wasn't really in the meaningless arrangement kind of mood. Oh well, if it meant he didnt have to go back to his place, he would do it.
"Just goes to show you that not all fags are limp wristed, hm?" Kaye smiled, but his features suddenly changed. "I'm glad you waited for me..." He purred slinking into the apartment he knew well with the other man right behind him.
"Wouldn't have missed it," James said simply, resting his strong hands on the much smaller mans lithe waist. "Get on the bed," He said shortly into Kayes ear. Kaye moved towards the bedroom, stripping his shirt off as he did so. He removed the Capri's and reached for his heels when James smirked and stopped him. "Leave them on," He chuckled, pushing him roughly onto the mattress and sliding on top of him.
"If they scratch, you can't blame me." Kaye mumbled and the man kissed and nipped at his most sensitive endogenous zones, making his bones liquefy under the knowing touch. James chose to ignore this little comment, hooking his hand underneath the other mans knee joint, bending the appendage and lifting it, exposing Kaye for his viewing pleasure. He pulled away from the neck which he had just been feasting upon, making the small figure beneath him sigh and weave his fingers into his blonde locks in a pleasurable haze and he lifted the leg higher, leaning in and nibbling on the protruding ankle bone, making the boy giggle.
"You think that's funny," James whispered right before dragging his tongue along the leather ankle strap, and the tendons of the foot.
"It tickles," Kaye whispered softly, looking up at the blonde, still fully dressed. "Am I the only one who's going to be naked for this?" Kaye smiled.
"You're not naked, not yet," James said, but immediately removed the t-shirt he had been wearing. He leaned down and gently hooked his middle fingers underneath the thin straps of Kaye's strange black undergarment, tugging it down and throwing it in an aimless direction before removing the remainders of his own wardrobe. James straddled him, completely nude, his flesh, now feverishly warm, and pressed himself against his groin. He slid a hand slowly down his chest and touched Kaye's cock, which immediately set off a small vocal response from the boy.
James fondled him mercilessly, like he always did, bringing him close to his peak time and time again, but never fully allowing him his rapture. He studied the boy's body closely, taking special attention to every detail, every gasp. Every now and again he would reach out to stroke the side of his face, or to gently brush his fingertips over a hardened nipple, or run a hand down the length of his body, sending shivers down his spine. When he moved down between his legs, Kaye's heart was thumping so hard and fast he felt as though it would burst forth from his chest in his torment.
The blonde gazed up at him with eyes glimmering provocatively, locking his intense gaze, his tongue exploring his head and shaft eagerly, as if a starving animal, given a piece of meat. He lapped up his new seed and then took him into his mouth. Kaye could only gasp and pant, sporadically convulsing from the experienced mouth, working him expertly.
Then, James released his now ridged cock, a little string of saliva connecting the two of them. He then pulled up and flipped Kaye onto his stomach, being much stronger than the one beneath him, and of course, the turquoise haired beauty was so light.
Kaye remained obediently still, up on his knees, his head down on the bed, just how James liked it, tormented with pleasure as the beautiful blonde spread him and began to penetrate him with his tongue, the little bulbous piercing making Kaye want to scream in sexual anguish. He moaned, somewhat incessantly, having a sinking feeling that he was waking the neighbors, though he was too far gone to care now. He longed to release, ached for it, every cell of his being crying out for it, but James refused to allow him this pleasure. He would tease him, alternating between sliding into him with his tongue, and then just flicking it against his entrance, mockingly.
Eventually, the beautiful blonde pulled away, laughing. It was a mildly mocking, but decidedly sexy laugh, a beautiful chime that almost seemed to echo in the room making Kaye shiver.
"James," Kaye whimpered, his erection throbbing angrily beneath him, demanding attention.
"Yes," The man answered. His voice had changed tones, now sounding deeper and more intense than the somewhat carefree and jovial tone he carried with him on most days, when the air wasn't so thick, when the thought wasn't so inviting...
His agitation once again shifted forms to that of desperate excitement when the well muscled blonde mounted him, entering him with his usual, caring gentleness, bumping up against his most critical place with undeniable form.
James, like always, worked him expertly, his cock hot, filling him completely. Kaye felt no pain when he was with James, perhaps he had just gotten a lot of practice in, but the only thing he could feel, was pleasure. Deep, intense pleasure, making him wonder why he had almost dreaded coming here tonight.
"Please dont stop, James. Oh please dont stop." he begged, gripping onto the bars on the headboard. "Please, oh god; please let me come."
"Not yet," James answered darkly, chuckling in his ear, somewhat sadistically, in Kaye's opinion. He then proceeded to torment him thus for what seemed like yet another eternity, delighting in the boys response, like he always was. Kaye was a bit of a tease, but in the end, he always got his way, leaving the blue haired beauty underneath him, begging for mercy.
"Oh James," Kaye moaned loudly, arching his back, and gasping as James covered his mouth with his hand, continuing to thrust into him with abandon from behind.
Surprised, not only by this slightly sadistic and domineering move, but in his entire authoritarian demeanor, Kaye ejaculated, the heat of his semen spilling onto his stomach and the sheets beneath them both. His eyes rolled back as pleasure shot through his body, a semi high-pitched cry escaping his parted lips as he finally reached his rapture.
James gasped loudly and groaned, throwing his head back upon hearing Kaye's beautifully choked sex-cry, his passage tightening around him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. They both collapsed and Kaye groaned as the man pulled out of him but a few moments later. They continued to lie thus, neither saying a word; James facing the wall, Kaye facing the closet door. All through the night, Kaye couldn't help but woefully think about those red eyes he had to return to in the morning...
I need a new hobby...
Nervousness crept up the boys spine; chilling his skin and making him tremble almost imperceptibly. Kaye had been doing this all morning, after what had happened in the bedroom, earlier on that day.
Kaye let out a soft, contented sound, curling his body up in a ball and pulling the covers closer to him, smiling all the while. Oh, how he loved a good bed; warm, soft, safe and most importantly, comfortable. Though he was happily falling in and out of consciousness, he couldnt help but feel he was being watched... He had never had a problem with this kind of paranoia before, so it made him a little concerned. He opened his eyes, fairly suddenly, and let out a sharp scream when he locked intense gazes with a pair of big red eyes above him, mere centimeters away. They only looked at each other for a split second, but that was enough for Kaye to be shaken to the very core, even after the eyes disappeared somewhat abruptly.
"That was freaky," He sighed, wiping the counter and stove off with a washcloth after his little reverie. The mornings and afternoons were always designated to cleaning and keeping his place clean, and sometimes, depending on the day, doing his bills and all that other fun bullshit that responsible people had to endure. Oh and how he loathed it...
Kaye didnt like feeling unsafe in his own home, but all throughout the day, thats exactly what he felt, and it was not improving his already shaken mood. All throughout the day he had heard strange noises, or seen things in the corner of his eyes moving. At first he was sure he was just being a little crazy, but now, not so much. He was checking around the corners as he walked into new rooms, and was peeking over his shoulder every so often, making sure nothing was behind him, possibly with an axe or hacksaw...Kaye let out a small whimper at the thought. He didn't want to be in here right now, he was too nervous, and too paranoid. There was only one thing to do now...
"...James?" Kaye sighed, holding the phone to the right side of his face.
"Hey there Kaye, what can I do for you?"
"Do you think I could come by tonight, after work?"
"What ever happened to 'we can't make anything from sex, except sex'?" He teased.
"James, please, I," Kaye paused, knowing that if he said that he was sure there was someone in his apartment, his coworker would fly into an overprotective, brotherly rage. So he changed to a different tactic. "I need you so badly." He purred. "But, I guess if you don't want me tonight, I'll just have to call Danny..." He practically heard the smoke billowing out of James's flared nostrils.
"What time are you off at?" He asked, sounding a little territorial. James hated Daniel, a disk jockey at the Lounge, with a passion and always got a little more than upset when Kaye would openly flirt with the obnoxious, burly, dark skinned man.
"Two forty-five, is that okay?"
"Jesus, you're on until three in the morning? What time do you start at?"
"Seven thirty," Kaye sighed, sounding somewhat irritated.
"Does a grocery store even get customers after midnight?"
"Just lunatics," Kaye giggled, in his uniquely immaculate way. "There's this one guy who comes in to sleep in the house wares isle, and we catch him every night, but he keeps coming back..."
"Do you get any customers though? Like, anyone going through your till at that hour?"
"No, not really..." Kaye sighed. "It's boring so I usually just read, do my nails and talk with Michael and Lenny."
"Oh, and who are they?"
"Lenny is the customer services guy, and Michael is the price checking guy. They're pretty cool, once you get to know them." Kaye had been working in the same grocery store since he was sixteen years old, so, its been a few years...
"See you tonight then?"
"Yeah, around three fifteen, I suppose..." Kaye said, peeking over his shoulder in search of the hatchet wielding psycho once again. "Bye James,"
"Bye Kaye," The line immediately disconnected and Kaye sighed, placing the phone back in its cradle.
"Guess I have to go get ready then, it's almost ten past six..." The blue haired boy sighed, peeking around the corner just incase.
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"Thank you for shopping at Market Mania, you have a wonderful night." Kaye grinned brightly for the umpteenth time that night, ready to smack someone right across the face if they asked him one more idiotic question or demanded that he check the price on most of their merchandise because "that's obviously wrong."
'If one more person calls me "girl", I am going to stab them with this pen...I mean, come on, Im wearing the damn nametag, you could at least look at it..." The seething beauty smiled a bright, faux smile at his next customer, starting up his usual speech.
"Hello, I hope that you found everything alright?" Now this was where many of the psycho bitch old ladies flew into a rant about paprika or something else absolutely moronic.
"Yes, yes, everything was fine." A deep, slightly gruff voice said. Kaye nodded and began ringing up the mans purchases at an almost alarming speed, looking bored. "How long have you worked here?" The man said, noting the expertise the woman in front of him displayed.
"Six years," Kaye sighed.
"My, don't you wish to do anything else with your life?"
"I don't think that that should be on the table for discussion, for I deem it unimportant and slightly irrelevant to the fact that that comes to fifty-seven twenty-six." The man laughed at that and Kaye smiled, having been dreading what he would say, being that he could have been offended.
"Hm, Kaylinn, that's an interesting name..." The man said. "I've only ever had one student with the name Kaylinn," The man said quietly.
"Oh, you're a teacher, and of what subjects?" Kaye smiled.
"History," The man said simply. Kaye could have suspected as much. The man was gruff looking and wore a neatly pressed suit, with a kind of stuffy air around him.
"So, do tell me what this other Kaylinn was like." Kaye giggled.
"Strange kid, really..." The man sighed. "Kaylinn was always an outcast in my classes, never fit in with anyone and had no friends..." Kaye suddenly paled. "'She' wasnt really a she anyways; I think thats what made the other children so nervous around him..." Kaye stared at the man with a feeling of minor dread and horror. "He dyed his hair weird colors, like pink and green, just like you, and he wore absolutely monstrous heels, probably because he was always such a tiny thing...Only about a clean five foot on his bare feet, you know."
"...You dont say?" Kaye said quietly, taking the proffered money passed to him, opening the till and fishing out the older man's change.
"Yes, but he was a great person, it's just that no one gave him a chance..."
"What school do you teach at?" Kaye mumbled, waiting for the receipt to print.
"G W Hubert Senior High," The man said, taking his receipt and lifting his bags. "You have a nice night now," He said as he walked off.
"You too, Mr. Winslow," Kaye mumbled, flipping his magazine open and flipping through the pages, looking down at the 'cheap ways to look sexy this summer!'
'Has anyone alerted these idiots that it's December? We still have spring to get down, you know...?' Kaye sighed inwardly. '"Cheap" ways to look "sexy", you say? Good god...'
"Excuse me; can you check the price on this?" A little woman snapped, holding up a hideous garden gnome with a crazed smile and a pickaxe. Kaye looked at it and cracked his gum loudly in agitation. This was going to be a long damn night.
"Queen's," Michael sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair.
"Go fish," Lenny snickered. Kaye held his cards, sitting with his legs swung over the counter as Michael picked another card out of the pile on the table and Kaye smiled.
"Lenny, got any nine's?" Lenny sighed and passed him a card. "Mike, got any queen's?" Michael glared and passed him his queen, somewhat dejectedly and Kaye let out a little shout of victory. "All out, I win!" He threw the two cards to the little table he had his spike heels propped up on and grinned at the two, who threw their cards down and sulked.
"Bitch," Lenny pouted.
"Oh come on, it's the first one I won all night." Kaye whined. "Let me celebrate a little." The two nodded and the blue haired boy jumped off of the counter, swaying his hips and giggling. "I won, I won, I won," He sang, doing a little shimmy, making the other two throw their tortilla chips at him. Ah, one of the perks of working in a grocery store at night with no supervision is that you can eat. Kaye downed the last bits of his soda a looked over at the clock with a grin. "Well boys," He smiled. "I'm off," The two men nodded and waved at him.
"See you on Friday, Kaye." The two chime as the boy signs out of the store computer, officially putting an end to yet another night of cashiering and grabs his long coat. Kaye wore his black Covergirl 609's with his black Capri's and store provided shirt, which consisted of a hideous green, thick, button down short sleeve with the company name on the arm.
"Bye," He smiled waving to the two as he wandered out of the store. The cold night air hit him like a freight train, nearly sending him sprawling onto his back, or running into the store for cover, he didnt know which. He pulled his coat to his body, just a little firmer and immediately took off, a little quicker than usual, towards James's place, and completely opposite of his own. He didn't want to be anywhere near that damn apartment right now.
'Isn't that just peachy?' Kaye grumbled to himself inwardly, ignoring the passersby. 'I just get the place a few weeks ago and now Im going to be killed in it...' Kaye sighed and continued his seemingly never ending trek down the many streets of the fairly dirty place he called his home: The Bronx. It really wasn't too bad, depending on where you lived. Unfortunately, Kaye lived in the area where it was 'too bad'. Life; such a kick in the pants, eh...?
"Hey baby," A car driving by him honked, the windows rolled down allowing the passengers to hang out, laughing and howling, cat calling and whistling. Kaye didn't stop walking. He just attempted to ignore the drunken fools and get to James's as fast as his legs could possibly go without running, six inch spike heels and all...
"Come on," Another one slurred. "I've got twenty bucks," He held up the money, waving it at the turquoise haired boy, whom they probably didn't know was a boy, like a fan. "Suck my dick," Kaye just continued walking. The man pushed the money at him a little more forcefully. "Didn't you hear me?" The man snapped.
"Oh, I heard you baby," Kaye purred; his soft, deceitfully feminine voice enticing the man. "I just wouldnt touch your dick for twenty bucks, or twenty thousand, like anyone else, I am sure." The others laughed and whooped, shoving their buddy and teasing him, while he looked murderous. Kaye turned and entered the building, going a little quickly up the stairs when he saw the drunken man from but a moment ago coming in after him, staggering slightly.
'Fuck,' Kaye thought, taking two steps at a time, hoping to evade the man. He did a little jog down the hallway, looking behind him only to see the man from before doing the same thing. Kaye banged loudly on the apartment door, 5G and could practically see the angels descend from the heavens when the door opened and James blinked at him, confused. Kaye grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of himself, showing him that he had been chased up here.
"Move," The man said somewhat drunkenly.
"Hm," James hummed, as if thinking hard. "No," He said a little abruptly, smashing the other man in the mouth with a fist. Kaye giggled as the man tumbled to the ground, probably mostly from the alcohol in his system more than the hit itself. "...You okay?" James sighed, looking down at the boy leaning against the door frame, languidly stripping off his coat. Kaye was, in all honesty, not really looking forward to the sex. Yes, it was good, but he wasn't really in the meaningless arrangement kind of mood. Oh well, if it meant he didnt have to go back to his place, he would do it.
"Just goes to show you that not all fags are limp wristed, hm?" Kaye smiled, but his features suddenly changed. "I'm glad you waited for me..." He purred slinking into the apartment he knew well with the other man right behind him.
"Wouldn't have missed it," James said simply, resting his strong hands on the much smaller mans lithe waist. "Get on the bed," He said shortly into Kayes ear. Kaye moved towards the bedroom, stripping his shirt off as he did so. He removed the Capri's and reached for his heels when James smirked and stopped him. "Leave them on," He chuckled, pushing him roughly onto the mattress and sliding on top of him.
"If they scratch, you can't blame me." Kaye mumbled and the man kissed and nipped at his most sensitive endogenous zones, making his bones liquefy under the knowing touch. James chose to ignore this little comment, hooking his hand underneath the other mans knee joint, bending the appendage and lifting it, exposing Kaye for his viewing pleasure. He pulled away from the neck which he had just been feasting upon, making the small figure beneath him sigh and weave his fingers into his blonde locks in a pleasurable haze and he lifted the leg higher, leaning in and nibbling on the protruding ankle bone, making the boy giggle.
"You think that's funny," James whispered right before dragging his tongue along the leather ankle strap, and the tendons of the foot.
"It tickles," Kaye whispered softly, looking up at the blonde, still fully dressed. "Am I the only one who's going to be naked for this?" Kaye smiled.
"You're not naked, not yet," James said, but immediately removed the t-shirt he had been wearing. He leaned down and gently hooked his middle fingers underneath the thin straps of Kaye's strange black undergarment, tugging it down and throwing it in an aimless direction before removing the remainders of his own wardrobe. James straddled him, completely nude, his flesh, now feverishly warm, and pressed himself against his groin. He slid a hand slowly down his chest and touched Kaye's cock, which immediately set off a small vocal response from the boy.
James fondled him mercilessly, like he always did, bringing him close to his peak time and time again, but never fully allowing him his rapture. He studied the boy's body closely, taking special attention to every detail, every gasp. Every now and again he would reach out to stroke the side of his face, or to gently brush his fingertips over a hardened nipple, or run a hand down the length of his body, sending shivers down his spine. When he moved down between his legs, Kaye's heart was thumping so hard and fast he felt as though it would burst forth from his chest in his torment.
The blonde gazed up at him with eyes glimmering provocatively, locking his intense gaze, his tongue exploring his head and shaft eagerly, as if a starving animal, given a piece of meat. He lapped up his new seed and then took him into his mouth. Kaye could only gasp and pant, sporadically convulsing from the experienced mouth, working him expertly.
Then, James released his now ridged cock, a little string of saliva connecting the two of them. He then pulled up and flipped Kaye onto his stomach, being much stronger than the one beneath him, and of course, the turquoise haired beauty was so light.
Kaye remained obediently still, up on his knees, his head down on the bed, just how James liked it, tormented with pleasure as the beautiful blonde spread him and began to penetrate him with his tongue, the little bulbous piercing making Kaye want to scream in sexual anguish. He moaned, somewhat incessantly, having a sinking feeling that he was waking the neighbors, though he was too far gone to care now. He longed to release, ached for it, every cell of his being crying out for it, but James refused to allow him this pleasure. He would tease him, alternating between sliding into him with his tongue, and then just flicking it against his entrance, mockingly.
Eventually, the beautiful blonde pulled away, laughing. It was a mildly mocking, but decidedly sexy laugh, a beautiful chime that almost seemed to echo in the room making Kaye shiver.
"James," Kaye whimpered, his erection throbbing angrily beneath him, demanding attention.
"Yes," The man answered. His voice had changed tones, now sounding deeper and more intense than the somewhat carefree and jovial tone he carried with him on most days, when the air wasn't so thick, when the thought wasn't so inviting...
His agitation once again shifted forms to that of desperate excitement when the well muscled blonde mounted him, entering him with his usual, caring gentleness, bumping up against his most critical place with undeniable form.
James, like always, worked him expertly, his cock hot, filling him completely. Kaye felt no pain when he was with James, perhaps he had just gotten a lot of practice in, but the only thing he could feel, was pleasure. Deep, intense pleasure, making him wonder why he had almost dreaded coming here tonight.
"Please dont stop, James. Oh please dont stop." he begged, gripping onto the bars on the headboard. "Please, oh god; please let me come."
"Not yet," James answered darkly, chuckling in his ear, somewhat sadistically, in Kaye's opinion. He then proceeded to torment him thus for what seemed like yet another eternity, delighting in the boys response, like he always was. Kaye was a bit of a tease, but in the end, he always got his way, leaving the blue haired beauty underneath him, begging for mercy.
"Oh James," Kaye moaned loudly, arching his back, and gasping as James covered his mouth with his hand, continuing to thrust into him with abandon from behind.
Surprised, not only by this slightly sadistic and domineering move, but in his entire authoritarian demeanor, Kaye ejaculated, the heat of his semen spilling onto his stomach and the sheets beneath them both. His eyes rolled back as pleasure shot through his body, a semi high-pitched cry escaping his parted lips as he finally reached his rapture.
James gasped loudly and groaned, throwing his head back upon hearing Kaye's beautifully choked sex-cry, his passage tightening around him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. They both collapsed and Kaye groaned as the man pulled out of him but a few moments later. They continued to lie thus, neither saying a word; James facing the wall, Kaye facing the closet door. All through the night, Kaye couldn't help but woefully think about those red eyes he had to return to in the morning...
I need a new hobby...