All That Matters Is That They Fell... Prologue
Title: Prologue:The Dirty ((Big)) Secret
Author: Me, lupinsmoon12391
Format: Multi-chapter; I dunno how many overall.
Rating (this chapter): Like, PG-13
Pairing: Teen!Mike/Teen!Billie
Summary: All that matters is that they fell...Not that they're two guys who are best friends, dating chicks at school, and totally, 100% sure they're straight.
Author's Note: My first multi-chapter since losing my stories on gdslash.net, and the second thing I've ever posted here. Written during the teen years, which means no wives and kids. Will be sketchy details-wise, and focus mainly on the slashiness itself.
Prologue: The Dirty ((Big)) Secret
Frantic kisses.
Hands tugging at pants.
He shuts the door with his foot.
They fall onto something...The what doesn't matter; be it a couch, a bed, a jacket, the floor, the earth.
All that matters is that they fell on each other.
Curtains are pulled closed.
Warm lips are on his neck, and he chuckles.
“I never thought I'd be doing this in a million years with you.”
The lips refuse to stop and reply.
“Should I be thinking?” he asks, worry tugging the corners of his mind, and it's far too evident in his voice.
A simple, gritty, “No,” is the response, and then those damn lips are at it again.
“Fuck,” he mutters, for he's getting an erection. “What if we're caught?” He's worrying again.
“Shut. Up.”
They shouldn't have been said with such a distinct space in between them, but the words were flung into existence exactly that way.
“I'm fucking hard,” he whines.
The lips stop.
The boy gets off of the smaller one and stands, looming above him.
“Stop. Talking.”
“I'm just worried, that's all.”
“Obviously.”
“This is weird.”
“Very.”
“And it's not freaking you out?”
“Um, hello! I have other things on my mind.” He points to his crotch. He's hard, too.
The boy on the floor gasps. He's seen him hard a billion times, but never...Never using him as an outlet to relieve himself, though. And never hard because of him.
“Now,” Standing Guy bargains with Reluctant Guy. “Either I leave right now, and you and I spend the night with our right hands, or I start kissing you again, and we think about this later.”
Floor frowns at the offer.
“Choose. Now.”
Floor frowns a frownier frown.
“Fine. I'm leaving.”
And he heads back to the door through which they had just recently came.
“No, Mike, wait!” Floor stands and follows his friend. He grabs his arm.
“We'll have to talk about it after, though; it can't be a dirty little secret we bury away.”
Mike smiles, the only sign of his acknowledgment to the offer.
“Okay, then. Let's, um, kiss again, I guess,” he says, and Mike obliges.
“Okay, Billie.”
They fall once again, and Mike leaves Billie's neck, and he kisses lower and lower until there's absolutely no going back.
Billie's still worried, but even his most persistent negative thoughts are drowned out by the moaning.
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A real chapter is coming up next (along with an explanation of THIS night). Which means keep reading, gangstas!
Author: Me, lupinsmoon12391
Format: Multi-chapter; I dunno how many overall.
Rating (this chapter): Like, PG-13
Pairing: Teen!Mike/Teen!Billie
Summary: All that matters is that they fell...Not that they're two guys who are best friends, dating chicks at school, and totally, 100% sure they're straight.
Author's Note: My first multi-chapter since losing my stories on gdslash.net, and the second thing I've ever posted here. Written during the teen years, which means no wives and kids. Will be sketchy details-wise, and focus mainly on the slashiness itself.
Prologue: The Dirty ((Big)) Secret
Frantic kisses.
Hands tugging at pants.
He shuts the door with his foot.
They fall onto something...The what doesn't matter; be it a couch, a bed, a jacket, the floor, the earth.
All that matters is that they fell on each other.
Curtains are pulled closed.
Warm lips are on his neck, and he chuckles.
“I never thought I'd be doing this in a million years with you.”
The lips refuse to stop and reply.
“Should I be thinking?” he asks, worry tugging the corners of his mind, and it's far too evident in his voice.
A simple, gritty, “No,” is the response, and then those damn lips are at it again.
“Fuck,” he mutters, for he's getting an erection. “What if we're caught?” He's worrying again.
“Shut. Up.”
They shouldn't have been said with such a distinct space in between them, but the words were flung into existence exactly that way.
“I'm fucking hard,” he whines.
The lips stop.
The boy gets off of the smaller one and stands, looming above him.
“Stop. Talking.”
“I'm just worried, that's all.”
“Obviously.”
“This is weird.”
“Very.”
“And it's not freaking you out?”
“Um, hello! I have other things on my mind.” He points to his crotch. He's hard, too.
The boy on the floor gasps. He's seen him hard a billion times, but never...Never using him as an outlet to relieve himself, though. And never hard because of him.
“Now,” Standing Guy bargains with Reluctant Guy. “Either I leave right now, and you and I spend the night with our right hands, or I start kissing you again, and we think about this later.”
Floor frowns at the offer.
“Choose. Now.”
Floor frowns a frownier frown.
“Fine. I'm leaving.”
And he heads back to the door through which they had just recently came.
“No, Mike, wait!” Floor stands and follows his friend. He grabs his arm.
“We'll have to talk about it after, though; it can't be a dirty little secret we bury away.”
Mike smiles, the only sign of his acknowledgment to the offer.
“Okay, then. Let's, um, kiss again, I guess,” he says, and Mike obliges.
“Okay, Billie.”
They fall once again, and Mike leaves Billie's neck, and he kisses lower and lower until there's absolutely no going back.
Billie's still worried, but even his most persistent negative thoughts are drowned out by the moaning.
---
A real chapter is coming up next (along with an explanation of THIS night). Which means keep reading, gangstas!