Short Smut Story - LoveHate

Aug 18, 2006 13:01

Title: LoveHate
Author: R.L. Shephard, aka Madame Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash (guy on guy action!)

Author's Notes: This story is meant to show the love/hate relationship between my characters Alex and Kris. What better way to do that than in a phone-sex PWP?

Kris glared at the caller ID that came up on the cell phone he had. He didn’t want to pick up, but knew that doing so was an inevitability. Sighing, the teenager hit the call button and listened for the voice he both hated and loved at the same time.

“Come back to me, Krissy.” The words weren’t a request; they were a demand. Drawing a deep breath, the blue-haired boy readied himself to explain why he wasn’t going to go back, but the next words that came over the phone knocked any thoughts of rebellion from his mind. “You need me, Krissy. You’ve been denying yourself any kind of relief since you left, haven’t you? You’ve gotten so used to me telling you when you can touch yourself, and how, that you can’t do it unless I tell you to. Well, I’m telling you to now.”

Unconsciously, Kris’ tongue flicked out to wet his lips, while his body, betrayer that it was, started to respond to his former boyfriend’s words. “How do you want me to, Alex?” he whispered obediently, settling on the mattress that was practically the only furniture in the entire one-room apartment. He’d need to.

“Undress first. Once you set the phone down, you have one minute to be completely nude, do you understand?” Alex’s voice commanded smoothly, while Kris hurried to comply.

The blue-haired boy hated how his body looked; scars covered his arms, torso, and legs. They were easily hidden, and he was alone, but that didn’t stop the temporary fit of self-loathing Kris felt as he started to pick the phone back up. “You’re beautiful, Krissy. I don’t care what you think, you are beautiful.” The words always made Kris feel better, if only marginally; it meant that at least someone accepted the way he looked.

“You got your nipples pierced, didn’t you?” the voice on the phone purred, and the teenager shivered at where this could lead to. His nipples were still sore, since they’d only been pierced a little while back. Playing with the small metal bars would hurt a lot, but Alex knew how much he’d beg for it.

“Y...yes,” Kris mumbled back, unconsciously moving a hand up to rotate one of the bars slightly. It sent a pleasant tingle even through the slight pain that still lingered, and he shifted on the mattress. “Do you want me to do something with them?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course. Twist them. Just hard enough to really hurt,” Alex growled.

The boy shivered, raising a hand to do as he was told. The sharp pain made him whimper, but at the same time it felt so good, because he was doing this for Alex. His conscience whispered to him, asking him why he should enjoy the pain he was inflicting on himself, especially for the very person he’d run away from.

“Stop, Alex. I’m not your toy anymore…”

“Why should I stop? If you really didn’t want this, you’d hang up the phone. But I know you, Krissy. You’ll beg for me, won’t you?”

Silence from both ends of the phone, save for the sound of two people breathing - one was calm and steady, while the other was heavy and slightly erratic panting. Finally, a broken whisper could be heard. “Please, Alex. What do I do?”

The older man on the other line smirked and leaned back. From the background noise, Kris figured that he was unzipping his own pants. Would he really masturbate while instructing his younger lover to do the same? The thought was appealing - too appealing.

“Grab your cock, Krissy. Stroke it like you know I would.”

The instructions might have seemed vague to most people, but the teenager knew exactly how his boyfriend would touch him. The action was rough, demanding, and far from how he would normally do it.

“Cry for me, Krissy. Tell me how much you want more.”

“I hate that name…” he whispered, even though he would fall asleep thinking about Alex’s smooth tenor calling him by it.

“I know you do, that’s why I use it. Now cry out for me, or I’ll have to make you stop.”

Soft whines and partly-coherent words followed the command, begging for the other person to keep going, even though half the city separated them. Both were soon reduced to panting and moaning, lost in their imaginations and unconsciously trying to make each other enjoy their experience more.

When Kris finished, however, he didn’t even wait for his boyfriend to do the same. “I hate you…” he mumbled before abruptly hanging up.

“I love you too, Krissy,” Alex whispered to himself, placing the phone back on the receiver. It would only be a matter of time before his love returned to him, he knew it.

alex/kris, slash, original, smut, fiction

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