Anchors - Ch 4/?
Title: Anchors - Chapter 4/?
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes, Sykecest
Rating: NC-17 indubitably
Summary: Oliver is a violent and horny little fuck.
Warnings: Incestual homoerotica as well as generic homoerotica, violence and the word 'fuck' a lot.
Disclaimer: Incredibly imaginary
Dedications: verymuchalivex because I miss her.
Previous Chapters: one two three
Author Notes: This chapter is pretty much just sykecest, sorry sykarth fans. But Alex comes into play A LOT more in the next chapter so be happy with your dose of Tom for now :)
Picking up where the Sykes Bros left off...
Oliver needed this. Tom needed this. For too long both boys had been in a limbo state of mind; the point in time where neither boy had a particular infatuation with anyone and their pent-up sexual energy was directed inward. So now, their lips were colliding, the force behind it not purely physical, but lusty, and it was a perfect release.
The feeling grew needy, and Oli was hard, pressing roughly into Tom’s hand to find the right friction and rid Tom of his hesitation.
Oli succeeded.
Tom grew impatient of the lack of contact between them and pulled Oliver’s shirt off before discarding his own and now they were falling onto Tom’s bed, torso to torso as their legs tangled together and kissing stopped being so satisfying.
“Oli,” Tom moaned, “is this, can we...” he trailed off because now Oli’s hands were teasing Tom’s nipples and snaking their way beneath his pants and Tom didn’t want to think anymore, but he had to ask and...
“Yes, yes Tom,” Oli replied gruffly, shoving his pants off forcefully and doing the same to his brother. He positioned himself as though he was about to fuck Tom, but Tom stopped him.
“No, Oli, you need a fuckin’ lesson in submission,” Tom said before flipping them. “I’m topping.”
And Oliver didn’t get the chance to protest because then Tom slipped a finger inside Oli and it had been so long since he’d felt that. Tom entered another finger, finding Oli’s prostate and fuck he had forgotten how fucking amazing that was. Now Oli was begging Tom to fuck him and he seriously liked it.
“Fucking fuck, Tom, get in me, fuck...”
Tom needed no further encouragement. He lubed up his dick and entered his brother roughly; sighing at how amazing it made him feel. “Oh God, Tom...” Oli whined, clawing at Tom’s thighs, making him tingle. He started his rhythm then, rocking up slowly to find Oli’s spot, knowing he’d done so when Oli emitted a sharp hiss.
So Tom went faster, fingers digging into his brother’s hips and his frustration was ebbing as his orgasm was brewing and he kept pounding into Oli mercilessly.
Oliver hadn’t felt so helpless in forever, but it was so fucking fantastic as Tom’s dick filled him up and he grabbed at Tom’s tight ass, pulling him in deeper as he thrusted harder, and harder and all Oli could do was leave bruises on Tom’s skin as the feeling consumed him and he whined at Tom to touch him.
Tom grabbed his dick, trying hard to keep his pace as he worked Oli’s cock, but he was becoming messy as each thrust felt like heaven and he couldn’t see through the sweat, as he leant down to kiss Oli again. They moaned into each others mouths as their rhythm sped up even more and their bodies were working so perfectly that Oli couldn’t take it any more; he threw his head back and choked out a “fu-ck,” as he finally unloaded over himself and Tom’s abdomen, still clinging to Tom’s neck as he gave a few final thrusts and came inside his brother.
They sat there panting for a few seconds before Tom pulled out and they fell into identical positions on their backs. For the first time in a while, Oliver was speechless.
**
Alexander was confused. He wasn’t sure what he wanted out of Oliver, only that he wanted something and it was driving him mad. He couldn’t get Saturday night out of his head, every move Oli made replaying in his head.
Slammed against the wall.
Punched in the face.
Sucking Oliver’s dick.
Alex was Oli’s bitch but the idea was strangely fantastic and it left him wanting more.
Tomorrow, he thought to himself, Oliver will succumb to Alexander.
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Oli Sykes, Sykecest
Rating: NC-17 indubitably
Summary: Oliver is a violent and horny little fuck.
Warnings: Incestual homoerotica as well as generic homoerotica, violence and the word 'fuck' a lot.
Disclaimer: Incredibly imaginary
Dedications: verymuchalivex because I miss her.
Previous Chapters: one two three
Author Notes: This chapter is pretty much just sykecest, sorry sykarth fans. But Alex comes into play A LOT more in the next chapter so be happy with your dose of Tom for now :)
Picking up where the Sykes Bros left off...
Oliver needed this. Tom needed this. For too long both boys had been in a limbo state of mind; the point in time where neither boy had a particular infatuation with anyone and their pent-up sexual energy was directed inward. So now, their lips were colliding, the force behind it not purely physical, but lusty, and it was a perfect release.
The feeling grew needy, and Oli was hard, pressing roughly into Tom’s hand to find the right friction and rid Tom of his hesitation.
Oli succeeded.
Tom grew impatient of the lack of contact between them and pulled Oliver’s shirt off before discarding his own and now they were falling onto Tom’s bed, torso to torso as their legs tangled together and kissing stopped being so satisfying.
“Oli,” Tom moaned, “is this, can we...” he trailed off because now Oli’s hands were teasing Tom’s nipples and snaking their way beneath his pants and Tom didn’t want to think anymore, but he had to ask and...
“Yes, yes Tom,” Oli replied gruffly, shoving his pants off forcefully and doing the same to his brother. He positioned himself as though he was about to fuck Tom, but Tom stopped him.
“No, Oli, you need a fuckin’ lesson in submission,” Tom said before flipping them. “I’m topping.”
And Oliver didn’t get the chance to protest because then Tom slipped a finger inside Oli and it had been so long since he’d felt that. Tom entered another finger, finding Oli’s prostate and fuck he had forgotten how fucking amazing that was. Now Oli was begging Tom to fuck him and he seriously liked it.
“Fucking fuck, Tom, get in me, fuck...”
Tom needed no further encouragement. He lubed up his dick and entered his brother roughly; sighing at how amazing it made him feel. “Oh God, Tom...” Oli whined, clawing at Tom’s thighs, making him tingle. He started his rhythm then, rocking up slowly to find Oli’s spot, knowing he’d done so when Oli emitted a sharp hiss.
So Tom went faster, fingers digging into his brother’s hips and his frustration was ebbing as his orgasm was brewing and he kept pounding into Oli mercilessly.
Oliver hadn’t felt so helpless in forever, but it was so fucking fantastic as Tom’s dick filled him up and he grabbed at Tom’s tight ass, pulling him in deeper as he thrusted harder, and harder and all Oli could do was leave bruises on Tom’s skin as the feeling consumed him and he whined at Tom to touch him.
Tom grabbed his dick, trying hard to keep his pace as he worked Oli’s cock, but he was becoming messy as each thrust felt like heaven and he couldn’t see through the sweat, as he leant down to kiss Oli again. They moaned into each others mouths as their rhythm sped up even more and their bodies were working so perfectly that Oli couldn’t take it any more; he threw his head back and choked out a “fu-ck,” as he finally unloaded over himself and Tom’s abdomen, still clinging to Tom’s neck as he gave a few final thrusts and came inside his brother.
They sat there panting for a few seconds before Tom pulled out and they fell into identical positions on their backs. For the first time in a while, Oliver was speechless.
**
Alexander was confused. He wasn’t sure what he wanted out of Oliver, only that he wanted something and it was driving him mad. He couldn’t get Saturday night out of his head, every move Oli made replaying in his head.
Slammed against the wall.
Punched in the face.
Sucking Oliver’s dick.
Alex was Oli’s bitch but the idea was strangely fantastic and it left him wanting more.
Tomorrow, he thought to himself, Oliver will succumb to Alexander.