FIC: A Series of Firsts (1/?)
Title: A Series of Firsts: Death.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 65 - Struggle.
Word Count: 545.
Rating: R.
Summary: Jared reflects on various firsts in his life.
Author’s Notes: Undoubtedly just the first of many supernatural-related fics. for 100_situations
They said you never forget your first time. Jared wished he could, so badly.
Wished he could forget the pain and fear that preceded it, but both were engrained in his memory, on his mind. All it would take was closing his eyes and he would be back there, at the very time and place. Thinking on it now his cheeks would flush with both embarrassment and shame.
For all his talk he had been afraid of the consequences and what it all would mean. He never said so aloud, but he didn't have to. They always knew. When they approached that night he had drawn back, a hand reaching behind him so he didn't corner himself against the wall. It was a futile effort for he ended up there anyway. Pinned, unable to keep from squirming like a protesting virgin. Their grip was strong, stronger than it'd ever been, and sent the first wave of fear through him, an instinctual fear that only grew when he caught sight of what he had never been allowed to touch.
His heart raced, pulse jumping in his throat when he felt their breath like a cool breeze on his skin and their body hard as stone pressing up against his. First there were kisses, nay, the ghosting of lips on his skin that made his breath catch and his body shiver. The pain followed quickly, sharp like needles but more intense, and his head hit the wall because there was nothing he could do. His mind was screaming at him but his voice was gone, range of movement gone. There was only one thing he could focus on.
It wasn't long before he was gasping, whimpering, body out of his control. His back arched at still deeper penetration, eyes shut for he had no strength or will to keep them open in that moment. His hands flexed and fisted as if there was something invisible in the air he could grab on to. He sank into their embrace when they finally moved away from the wall, barely aware of being lowered, shifted in their arms even as his hands curled reflexively in their shirt. The room was darker, he thought, the ceiling further away, the temperature colder. Their face hovered in his view like some sort of devil or angel come for his soul. Instead they offered, impossibly red lips becoming redder, eyes shining like twin moons down at him as their fingers parted his lips, smearing something thick upon them before it began to flow inside.
Swallowing was involuntary, automatic. Heat flickered inside of him, spreading like flames and burning him from the inside out. After closing a moment his eyes flew open as he began to seize, hands clenching and back bowing, colors swimming before his eyes. It felt like poison was inside him, seeping into his veins and killing every little piece of him. His mouth ached and his jaw locked suddenly, a shudder traveling through his body. A small eternity yet no time at all passed and he lay still on the floor as they pried his jaws apart to remove their other wrist. Their arms again drawing him near was the last thing he was aware of before he finally lost consciousness.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 65 - Struggle.
Word Count: 545.
Rating: R.
Summary: Jared reflects on various firsts in his life.
Author’s Notes: Undoubtedly just the first of many supernatural-related fics. for 100_situations
They said you never forget your first time. Jared wished he could, so badly.
Wished he could forget the pain and fear that preceded it, but both were engrained in his memory, on his mind. All it would take was closing his eyes and he would be back there, at the very time and place. Thinking on it now his cheeks would flush with both embarrassment and shame.
For all his talk he had been afraid of the consequences and what it all would mean. He never said so aloud, but he didn't have to. They always knew. When they approached that night he had drawn back, a hand reaching behind him so he didn't corner himself against the wall. It was a futile effort for he ended up there anyway. Pinned, unable to keep from squirming like a protesting virgin. Their grip was strong, stronger than it'd ever been, and sent the first wave of fear through him, an instinctual fear that only grew when he caught sight of what he had never been allowed to touch.
His heart raced, pulse jumping in his throat when he felt their breath like a cool breeze on his skin and their body hard as stone pressing up against his. First there were kisses, nay, the ghosting of lips on his skin that made his breath catch and his body shiver. The pain followed quickly, sharp like needles but more intense, and his head hit the wall because there was nothing he could do. His mind was screaming at him but his voice was gone, range of movement gone. There was only one thing he could focus on.
It wasn't long before he was gasping, whimpering, body out of his control. His back arched at still deeper penetration, eyes shut for he had no strength or will to keep them open in that moment. His hands flexed and fisted as if there was something invisible in the air he could grab on to. He sank into their embrace when they finally moved away from the wall, barely aware of being lowered, shifted in their arms even as his hands curled reflexively in their shirt. The room was darker, he thought, the ceiling further away, the temperature colder. Their face hovered in his view like some sort of devil or angel come for his soul. Instead they offered, impossibly red lips becoming redder, eyes shining like twin moons down at him as their fingers parted his lips, smearing something thick upon them before it began to flow inside.
Swallowing was involuntary, automatic. Heat flickered inside of him, spreading like flames and burning him from the inside out. After closing a moment his eyes flew open as he began to seize, hands clenching and back bowing, colors swimming before his eyes. It felt like poison was inside him, seeping into his veins and killing every little piece of him. His mouth ached and his jaw locked suddenly, a shudder traveling through his body. A small eternity yet no time at all passed and he lay still on the floor as they pried his jaws apart to remove their other wrist. Their arms again drawing him near was the last thing he was aware of before he finally lost consciousness.