Anchors - Ch 2/?
Title: Anchors - Chapter 2/?
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes, eventual Sykecest
Rating: NC-17 fo sho
Summary: Oli's really emo.
Warnings: Homoerotica, violence and the word 'fuck', A LOT.
Disclaimer: Ridiculously imaginary
Dedications: lolgemily because she likes dirty, dirty fiction.
Author Notes: I don't know why, but this story became incredibly graphic and rather violent really quickly.
You have been warned ;)
It’s dark.
Oliver’s drunk. Alexander’s drunk. And Oliver is not in a good mood all of a sudden. It was as though his happy mood had gone out with the light. Alexander, however, is giggling like a maniac, grabbing at Oliver’s t-shirt so he can ‘tell him a secret.’ Oli shoves Alex away from him with a little too much force and Alex hits the wall with a solid thud, and then there’s silence.
Then there’s heavy panting.
“Oli... why, why’d you do that?” Alex whimpers, and Oli can imagine the stupidly attractive puppy dog face he would have pulled as he said that.
“Shut the fuck up, Alex,” Oli replies gruffly and leans out the window, trying to calm down. He’s rubbing his temples with his tattooed fingers when Alex hits him hard across the back of the head with a rolled-up magazine. “What the fuck are you doin’ you fuckin’ lunatic?” Oli yells, spinning around in a mad rush and tossing Alex onto the bed like a rag doll. “You think it’s fucking funny?” and Oli isn’t even sure why he’s this mad or why he’s treating Alex in this way, but he’s so fucking angry that he can’t help it and he punches Alex straight in the face.
The resounding whimper stops Oli dead in his movements and he looks down on the precious boy he’s astraddle.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. Oliver can’t think of any other words in his vocabulary right now, so that’s what he says in apology; “fuck.” But then the boy beneath him flips them over with alarming force and mashes their faces together in an intense kiss. The mood changes; lust takes the place of wrath and Oliver’s kissing back with more force than he ever has in his life, and Alex is doing just the same. Their hands are roaming the warm skin beneath their t-shirts and Alex is biting at Oliver’s piercings and they’re moving too fast to properly enjoy the friction that’s building between the bulges in their jeans.
Alex is practically tearing off Oli’s shirt now and they’re swiping their sweaty fringes out of their faces so they can press their mouths together again, breathy moans escaping as they desperately try to get their pants off without breaking contact. Jeans have been discarded and Alex’s hand is snaking into Oliver’s underwear and Oli moans out loud as Alex’s hand makes contact with his throbbing dick. He thrusts his hips up to meet Alex’s movements and now Oli’s finding it hard to breathe. He mirrors Alex’s motions, however and now it’s Alex’s turn to moan in Oli’s ear and Jesus fuck - does he know how hot he sounds when he moans?
Oliver pauses for a moment to rip Alex’s underwear out of the way, followed by his own, and rolls astraddle Alex again. Alex looks up at Oli, panting, and he didn’t even need to be told - he leant forward and took Oli into his mouth, sucking hard. Oli’s hips buck forward involuntarily and his lets out a moan as he fists his hands in Alex’s hair, because damn this boy knows how to make him feel good. Alex works his mouth like a fucking expert and Oli can’t bring himself to stop him because Jesus it feels good and he’s leaning in to kiss Alex’s forehead and tugging at his dick hard to try and get Alex off at the same time, and it’s working because Alex is moaning around Oli’s cock as his inked fingers move expertly up and down his shaft and then fuck, Alex gets it just right and Oli pulls out of his mouth to cum all over Alex’s chest.
Alex seems to purr, and Oli mumbles something incoherent as he keeps working his hand harder, and faster, and Alex is moaning and Oli’s panting and with a few final tugs Alex unloads everywhere and they collapse into a sweaty, messy tangle of limbs.
“Fuck,” Oliver gasps one more time and leans over to bite at Alex’s bottom lip.
“Yeah,” Alex pants in reply; “fuck.”
**
Tom could hear a lot of commotion going on in Oliver’s bedroom. He was kind of half-worried when he heard banging noises and Oli shouting but then it turned into obvious moans and Tom’s cheeks flamed red even though nobody could see him. He sighed and put his headphones in; turning the music right up until all he could hear was hardcore. He tried to think of girls in his classes at school and Vikki Blows and Lady Gaga, fucking anyone with tits, really but the images kept turning into Oliver and this made it really hard to concentrate. “Fuck!” Tom yelled, dropping his head into his hands before slamming out of the house to have a cigarette.
This was not good.
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes, eventual Sykecest
Rating: NC-17 fo sho
Summary: Oli's really emo.
Warnings: Homoerotica, violence and the word 'fuck', A LOT.
Disclaimer: Ridiculously imaginary
Dedications: lolgemily because she likes dirty, dirty fiction.
Author Notes: I don't know why, but this story became incredibly graphic and rather violent really quickly.
You have been warned ;)
It’s dark.
Oliver’s drunk. Alexander’s drunk. And Oliver is not in a good mood all of a sudden. It was as though his happy mood had gone out with the light. Alexander, however, is giggling like a maniac, grabbing at Oliver’s t-shirt so he can ‘tell him a secret.’ Oli shoves Alex away from him with a little too much force and Alex hits the wall with a solid thud, and then there’s silence.
Then there’s heavy panting.
“Oli... why, why’d you do that?” Alex whimpers, and Oli can imagine the stupidly attractive puppy dog face he would have pulled as he said that.
“Shut the fuck up, Alex,” Oli replies gruffly and leans out the window, trying to calm down. He’s rubbing his temples with his tattooed fingers when Alex hits him hard across the back of the head with a rolled-up magazine. “What the fuck are you doin’ you fuckin’ lunatic?” Oli yells, spinning around in a mad rush and tossing Alex onto the bed like a rag doll. “You think it’s fucking funny?” and Oli isn’t even sure why he’s this mad or why he’s treating Alex in this way, but he’s so fucking angry that he can’t help it and he punches Alex straight in the face.
The resounding whimper stops Oli dead in his movements and he looks down on the precious boy he’s astraddle.
Fuck, he thinks to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. Oliver can’t think of any other words in his vocabulary right now, so that’s what he says in apology; “fuck.” But then the boy beneath him flips them over with alarming force and mashes their faces together in an intense kiss. The mood changes; lust takes the place of wrath and Oliver’s kissing back with more force than he ever has in his life, and Alex is doing just the same. Their hands are roaming the warm skin beneath their t-shirts and Alex is biting at Oliver’s piercings and they’re moving too fast to properly enjoy the friction that’s building between the bulges in their jeans.
Alex is practically tearing off Oli’s shirt now and they’re swiping their sweaty fringes out of their faces so they can press their mouths together again, breathy moans escaping as they desperately try to get their pants off without breaking contact. Jeans have been discarded and Alex’s hand is snaking into Oliver’s underwear and Oli moans out loud as Alex’s hand makes contact with his throbbing dick. He thrusts his hips up to meet Alex’s movements and now Oli’s finding it hard to breathe. He mirrors Alex’s motions, however and now it’s Alex’s turn to moan in Oli’s ear and Jesus fuck - does he know how hot he sounds when he moans?
Oliver pauses for a moment to rip Alex’s underwear out of the way, followed by his own, and rolls astraddle Alex again. Alex looks up at Oli, panting, and he didn’t even need to be told - he leant forward and took Oli into his mouth, sucking hard. Oli’s hips buck forward involuntarily and his lets out a moan as he fists his hands in Alex’s hair, because damn this boy knows how to make him feel good. Alex works his mouth like a fucking expert and Oli can’t bring himself to stop him because Jesus it feels good and he’s leaning in to kiss Alex’s forehead and tugging at his dick hard to try and get Alex off at the same time, and it’s working because Alex is moaning around Oli’s cock as his inked fingers move expertly up and down his shaft and then fuck, Alex gets it just right and Oli pulls out of his mouth to cum all over Alex’s chest.
Alex seems to purr, and Oli mumbles something incoherent as he keeps working his hand harder, and faster, and Alex is moaning and Oli’s panting and with a few final tugs Alex unloads everywhere and they collapse into a sweaty, messy tangle of limbs.
“Fuck,” Oliver gasps one more time and leans over to bite at Alex’s bottom lip.
“Yeah,” Alex pants in reply; “fuck.”
**
Tom could hear a lot of commotion going on in Oliver’s bedroom. He was kind of half-worried when he heard banging noises and Oli shouting but then it turned into obvious moans and Tom’s cheeks flamed red even though nobody could see him. He sighed and put his headphones in; turning the music right up until all he could hear was hardcore. He tried to think of girls in his classes at school and Vikki Blows and Lady Gaga, fucking anyone with tits, really but the images kept turning into Oliver and this made it really hard to concentrate. “Fuck!” Tom yelled, dropping his head into his hands before slamming out of the house to have a cigarette.
This was not good.