Sid likes to break things. He likes crushing them down and twisting his foot back and forth. He chucks the garbage bags into the truck and likes hearing the machines envelope and crush an already shapeless ball. Andy is like a toy with no scratches, like an the undented beer can he offers after they’ve run into each other on campus, Andy towards it and Sid away. Sid has a bruise on his jaw and Andy is fumbling with a pile of stuff that includes way too many books for a Saturday night
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~*~ He’s sober when he kisses him, but it still tastes of beer and it means Sid isn't too drunk to see how Andy's finely sculpted muscles are from the gym and not actual use. He moves where Sid guides him and his legs part like a slut when Sid’s hand crawls beneath the thin shirt. His face is way too smooth for a boy’s, like a Ken doll and Sid’s fingers tighten in his hair, tugging his head back like he expects it to pop off and instead of setting off all sorts of red lights and stranger danger warnings, the little goody two shoes gets hard“Holy…” he says, mouth parted and Sid knows he’s going to fuck him. The thought comes directly from the reptilian part of his brain that shares a direct line to his cock, their kisses slowly growing in intensity as he attempts to convey the message to Andy
( ... )
Andy’s hands are tied up with Sid’s belt, twisted leather that will leave chainlink patterns around his wrists he won’t be able to explain without blushing and finding something else to look at
( ... )
Pairing: Sid/Andy
Sid is desperate for control and Andy is desperate for attention.
They get together to get what the both need most.
Sid's father is controlling and abusive while Andy's mother is cold, now that he looks so much like his father, and gives Molly.
Kinks? Bondage, organism denial, dirty talk, role play, some light pain is good too.
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He’s sober when he kisses him, but it still tastes of beer and it means Sid isn't too drunk to see how Andy's finely sculpted muscles are from the gym and not actual use. He moves where Sid guides him and his legs part like a slut when Sid’s hand crawls beneath the thin shirt. His face is way too smooth for a boy’s, like a Ken doll and Sid’s fingers tighten in his hair, tugging his head back like he expects it to pop off and instead of setting off all sorts of red lights and stranger danger warnings, the little goody two shoes gets hard“Holy…” he says, mouth parted and Sid knows he’s going to fuck him. The thought comes directly from the reptilian part of his brain that shares a direct line to his cock, their kisses slowly growing in intensity as he attempts to convey the message to Andy ( ... )
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