He just wants to play
Title: He just wants to play...
Author: Patti
Beta: Nicole - thanks so much again, baby. Flowers, chocolate and big hugs to you.
Pairing: ?
Rating: heavy R for dirty talk
Warning: more or less implied non-con
Summary: Farin wakes up in a hotel room - Did he know what he was doing - what he had been doing?
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The hotel door slammed shut. It startled and woke me up. Bela stumbled over to my bed, staggering, feet unsteady on the carpet. A bottle of beer was clamped into his hand - I didn’t want to know how many of them he’d had before, or what else he had - I could smell his breath from this distance, reeking of alcohol and something I couldn’t identify.
“You should’ve seen me, Jan!” he crowed when he bumped against a bedpost. His eyes were unfocused, veiled by too many drugs he’d been popping. “…Should’ve seen me, really. I was the king. The best…I fucked him right there. Right over that billiard table… Should’ve seen the faces of the others when I bent him over and just rammed in him dry. It was fucking incredible; and the way he screamed…”
Did he notice I was scrambling backwards to the head end of the bed with every step he took towards me? Did he know what he was doing - what he had been doing? Or even what he’d done there, in that bar, or wherever he’d been? I didn’t even want to know. I just wanted him to go and - my back collided with the cool wall. There was no way I could retreat any further.
But he still came, closer and closer. He was still babbling; approaching me one uncoordinated step after another. Still talking about some poor guy who’d been unfortunate enough to cross drunk and horny Bela that night.
“And, you know, Jan, he wouldn’t stop screaming, just wouldn’t, that little fag, so I turned him and had him suck me, and he kept gagging and choking on my cock, Jan. God it felt good with the others still watching and not doing anything about it…” A hoarse giggle escaped his throat. “… And I know it was what they wanted, and what he wanted too, but he still wouldn’t stop screaming and I had to -”
“STOP!!!”
I couldn’t take this anymore. Who was that man that I considered to be my best friend? His black-clad figure stood before me, too close for comfort. He extended his hand towards me, wanting to touch me, but I managed to jerk away in time, as if it was a deadly snake. - I knew what those hands were capable of doing, what they had just done.
Then something in him snapped. His hand shot forward, faster than I’d expected, and clutched my bare shoulder. The only thought that remained in my head was utter panic. He brought his face closer to mine. We were so close, practically sharing the same breaths. His breath was still reeking of booze. It was making me sick; the expression contorted into a snarl and I could suddenly see his eyes burning from within like a hellish fire.
“Wouldn’t you want that yourself, Jan? You’d scream, beg for mercy ‘til your throat was sore… the feeling of me buried into you up to the hilt… the feeling of my dick shoved down your throat gagging you, fucking choking you… and there would be nothing you could do about it? Or would you be too proud to beg, eh? It’s no fun these days, you know? They give up too fast. This one didn’t last either, though, I thought I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t break that fast---”
I closed my eyes, gulped. “Who did you play with this time?” I asked in a shaky voice. I already knew the answer, and yet, it hit me like a whiplash when I heard it.
“Rodrigo. Who were you thinking of, anyway?”
Author: Patti
Beta: Nicole - thanks so much again, baby. Flowers, chocolate and big hugs to you.
Pairing: ?
Rating: heavy R for dirty talk
Warning: more or less implied non-con
Summary: Farin wakes up in a hotel room - Did he know what he was doing - what he had been doing?
~+oOo+~
The hotel door slammed shut. It startled and woke me up. Bela stumbled over to my bed, staggering, feet unsteady on the carpet. A bottle of beer was clamped into his hand - I didn’t want to know how many of them he’d had before, or what else he had - I could smell his breath from this distance, reeking of alcohol and something I couldn’t identify.
“You should’ve seen me, Jan!” he crowed when he bumped against a bedpost. His eyes were unfocused, veiled by too many drugs he’d been popping. “…Should’ve seen me, really. I was the king. The best…I fucked him right there. Right over that billiard table… Should’ve seen the faces of the others when I bent him over and just rammed in him dry. It was fucking incredible; and the way he screamed…”
Did he notice I was scrambling backwards to the head end of the bed with every step he took towards me? Did he know what he was doing - what he had been doing? Or even what he’d done there, in that bar, or wherever he’d been? I didn’t even want to know. I just wanted him to go and - my back collided with the cool wall. There was no way I could retreat any further.
But he still came, closer and closer. He was still babbling; approaching me one uncoordinated step after another. Still talking about some poor guy who’d been unfortunate enough to cross drunk and horny Bela that night.
“And, you know, Jan, he wouldn’t stop screaming, just wouldn’t, that little fag, so I turned him and had him suck me, and he kept gagging and choking on my cock, Jan. God it felt good with the others still watching and not doing anything about it…” A hoarse giggle escaped his throat. “… And I know it was what they wanted, and what he wanted too, but he still wouldn’t stop screaming and I had to -”
“STOP!!!”
I couldn’t take this anymore. Who was that man that I considered to be my best friend? His black-clad figure stood before me, too close for comfort. He extended his hand towards me, wanting to touch me, but I managed to jerk away in time, as if it was a deadly snake. - I knew what those hands were capable of doing, what they had just done.
Then something in him snapped. His hand shot forward, faster than I’d expected, and clutched my bare shoulder. The only thought that remained in my head was utter panic. He brought his face closer to mine. We were so close, practically sharing the same breaths. His breath was still reeking of booze. It was making me sick; the expression contorted into a snarl and I could suddenly see his eyes burning from within like a hellish fire.
“Wouldn’t you want that yourself, Jan? You’d scream, beg for mercy ‘til your throat was sore… the feeling of me buried into you up to the hilt… the feeling of my dick shoved down your throat gagging you, fucking choking you… and there would be nothing you could do about it? Or would you be too proud to beg, eh? It’s no fun these days, you know? They give up too fast. This one didn’t last either, though, I thought I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t break that fast---”
I closed my eyes, gulped. “Who did you play with this time?” I asked in a shaky voice. I already knew the answer, and yet, it hit me like a whiplash when I heard it.
“Rodrigo. Who were you thinking of, anyway?”