Summer Story part 14
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roxyIt's time for fic updates. Moving right along,Previous Parts to Summer Story are nestled here acting all innocent and stuff. Fakers.
Summer Story
Back in the loft and Frank and Donny were moving around in the area of the loft that was closed off with sheets of heavy plastic, the type used to mask off rooms. Whit could hear a buzzing sound coming from that direction, and saw their shadowy forms moving about.
Wade looked at Whit—a flat calculating stare that made Whit lick his lips nervously. Wade grinned suddenly and pushed Whit back through the plastic flaps.
“Hey, look who’s here,” Frank sneered up from where he was tattooing a weird design on Donny. Tattoos? Whit glanced back at Wade at the tattoos on his arms —Wade was rubbing his arms and smiling at Donny.
Donny rolled his eyes to him and grinned back, his lip trembling a little as he did so, and hissed when Frank stopped momentarily.
The ink was a poisonous looking green. Whit thought it glowed but it must be a trick of the light. It reminded him of something though…
Wade stood behind him, digging his thumbs into the small of his back, sliding them down into the waistband of his jeans, back up, down again.
Frank finished and Donny wandered off. Wade pushed Whit forward. “Him next.”
Frank looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Hunh. Okay. Sit.”
“Un-unh.” Wade turned Whit to face him, and put his palm against his lower back. “Here” Whit wanted to say no, desperately wanted to say no but Wade’s eyes were wide and flat and cold and he was smiling.
It hurt. Whit couldn’t believe how much it hurt, like fire and acid and being cut open and having acid poured into your skin, into your blood-- he struggled not to move or cry out and Wade murmured words of praise and leaned over his back to watch Frank work.
Under Frank’s hand a ‘W’ formed, large elegant, ornate, poisonously green and Wade leaned on Whit’s crossed forearms and pressed down, watched the letter take shape, his body a curve over Whit. Wade stroked his arms and told him how good he was, how brave and Whit shuddered and leaned into Wade as much as he could. He lifted his head, and brushed his cheek against Wade’s crotch. Wade chuckled.
Frank finished, grunted as he inspected his work. He nodded, wiped it down a final time and left.
Wade touched it lightly, tracing his fingers along the line, following the curves. “It’ll heal in a minute. It’ll be like you’ve always had it.” Whit kept his head down and nodded.Great. He had a tattoo he didn't want, a design he didn't ask for. There goes swimming in the pool with the guys, there goes taking his shirt off at the lake--god help him if Mom Ross saw it, he better be able to make her believe he wanted his own initial on his ass...
Wade lifted him up and unzipped. His dick was hard and leaking, and he didn’t even have to tell him, Whit leaned forward and took him in his mouth, his blood boiling and sizzling in his veins. Wade came in minutes, so quickly Whit was startled and then--Wade went down on him.
Whit was so stunned,he yelped and looked down on Wade’s head in his lap and then he was on his feet, staggering as Wade pulled him up and pressed their dicks together, jerking them both off and groaning in his ear, “Come on, come with me.”
He came in a blinding spasm, and Wade almost jumped away from him after. Whit staggered back and collapsed on the chair. Shit! He was on edge, nervous.He didn't know what the hell was going on but he knew for sure when Wade did unexpected things all too often Whit ended up paying for it in some way.
Frank and Donny looked up when they came into the living area; Frank looked blankly at Whit, and frowned a little at Wade before refocusing on a huge TV in the corner of the loft.
Donny just grinned at them, “Felt good, didn’t it? “ He asked Whit and laughed knowingly when he didn’t respond. Whit shoved his hands in his pockets and looked over his shoulder at Wade.
Wade grinned and said, “How about we show Whit something …cool?” Whit felt his thumb rub against the tattoo, following the line of the ‘W’ down until it brushed the cleft of his ass and he shivered.
The guys acted like school boys at recess, they rushed and pushed Whit to the door, laughing and joking with one another, all of them grinning at him like they shared a great joke that Whit wouldn’t understand and he felt alone and anxious—stuff that made that made Wade laugh that much generally turned out bad.This fuckin gevening was going from bad to worse....
He was shoved into the back of a car and Wade leaned on him, he was almost in his lap, and he kept whispering things in and alternately tongue fucking his ear. By the time they made it to wherever their destination was Whit was red-faced, angry and terribly turned on all at once.
They were on a road shrouded in darkness, and the guys sat on the car and Donny produced a joint and lit up. Frank watched with eager eyes until the joint was passed to him and took a deep breath, sucked it down and holding it until his face turned bright red, and he exhaled it on a barking, choking laugh. He passed it on to Wade, grinning as he did. “Man, I love night’s like this- when the juice is fresh and I feel like I could fly, you know?”
Wade nodded and pulled Whit between his legs and sucked in the smoke, Whit could feel the heat as the end flared next to his cheek and then Wade was pressing his lips against his, thumb on his chin pressing down and urging his mouth open and he breathed out and Wade’s tongue slipped against his for a moment, maybe accidentally.
Frank spit and made a gagging sound and Donny snickered quietly. Neither one would dare say or do more than that. Both of them were afraid of Wade. They should be afraid; neither one was strong enough or crazy enough to best Wade.
Down the road the headlights of a truck flared in the dark and the guys got excited and leaped off the car.
“Get ready” Donny yelled excitedly and slapped Whit on the back,“This is going to change your life motherfucker!” He ran to the edge of the road and jittered up and down, grinning and staring up the road.
Frank laughed aloud and threw his arm around Wade. “Show the bastard what it’s like to be alive, eh, Wade?”
Whit could hear the truck now, and the lights were coming around a bend in the road and reflecting off the manic glee in the faces of the men around him and he was afraid—what the hell was going on? Wade whipped him around to face him and asked him, “Trust me?”
Whit just stared at him, what the fuck-- what the fuck?
When he didn’t answer Wade grinned harder. “Fuckin’ right don’t trust me,” but his lips quirked and there was something else in his eyes for a moment, a flash of pain or anger, Whit wasn’t sure.
The truck swept up the bend towards him going way over the speed limit, the glare of the headlight blinding him momentarily and throwing their shadows high against the trees near by. The truck came barreling at them like a juggernaught from hell, and the sound of the tires racing over the tar, the roar of the engine was overpowering this close to the road and Wade grabbed him in a bear hug and yelled, “you and me, Whit! We’ll live forever!” and threw the both of them into the path of the truck.
Whit froze, his body locked-- his blood stopped in his veins and he truly understood the phrase ‘time stood still.’ It did, it really did.
He saw the truck like he was watching a soundless video- it came at them so slowly, silently as a ghost and Whit saw everything bright as day, he saw Wade’s face, his eyes nearly closed, mouth open slightly and the tip of his tongue was visible in his parted lips, caught between his teeth and he thought with shock ‘he’s beautiful’, he’d never seen Wade so—serene? Transported?
He waited for his death, the air rippled and a feeling unlike any he ever experienced before rolled through him, every atom of his body quivered, exploded, and reformed and it was like having multiple orgasms in every single and separate cell of his body and then he was laying in the road, held tightly in Wade ‘s arms. Wade was looking at him with just the tiniest expression of surprise and then he smiled at him- the smile that filed his eyes too and made them warm and deep and human.
“Yeah,” he whispered huskily, “like that”—and then it was gone, and he was lying on the road, gravel mashed into the side of his face and smelling the stink of diesel fumes.
Yaa-hoo! TBC! how come no tells me when I go tcb? It's like that booger thing, isn't it?
Summer Story
Back in the loft and Frank and Donny were moving around in the area of the loft that was closed off with sheets of heavy plastic, the type used to mask off rooms. Whit could hear a buzzing sound coming from that direction, and saw their shadowy forms moving about.
Wade looked at Whit—a flat calculating stare that made Whit lick his lips nervously. Wade grinned suddenly and pushed Whit back through the plastic flaps.
“Hey, look who’s here,” Frank sneered up from where he was tattooing a weird design on Donny. Tattoos? Whit glanced back at Wade at the tattoos on his arms —Wade was rubbing his arms and smiling at Donny.
Donny rolled his eyes to him and grinned back, his lip trembling a little as he did so, and hissed when Frank stopped momentarily.
The ink was a poisonous looking green. Whit thought it glowed but it must be a trick of the light. It reminded him of something though…
Wade stood behind him, digging his thumbs into the small of his back, sliding them down into the waistband of his jeans, back up, down again.
Frank finished and Donny wandered off. Wade pushed Whit forward. “Him next.”
Frank looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Hunh. Okay. Sit.”
“Un-unh.” Wade turned Whit to face him, and put his palm against his lower back. “Here” Whit wanted to say no, desperately wanted to say no but Wade’s eyes were wide and flat and cold and he was smiling.
It hurt. Whit couldn’t believe how much it hurt, like fire and acid and being cut open and having acid poured into your skin, into your blood-- he struggled not to move or cry out and Wade murmured words of praise and leaned over his back to watch Frank work.
Under Frank’s hand a ‘W’ formed, large elegant, ornate, poisonously green and Wade leaned on Whit’s crossed forearms and pressed down, watched the letter take shape, his body a curve over Whit. Wade stroked his arms and told him how good he was, how brave and Whit shuddered and leaned into Wade as much as he could. He lifted his head, and brushed his cheek against Wade’s crotch. Wade chuckled.
Frank finished, grunted as he inspected his work. He nodded, wiped it down a final time and left.
Wade touched it lightly, tracing his fingers along the line, following the curves. “It’ll heal in a minute. It’ll be like you’ve always had it.” Whit kept his head down and nodded.Great. He had a tattoo he didn't want, a design he didn't ask for. There goes swimming in the pool with the guys, there goes taking his shirt off at the lake--god help him if Mom Ross saw it, he better be able to make her believe he wanted his own initial on his ass...
Wade lifted him up and unzipped. His dick was hard and leaking, and he didn’t even have to tell him, Whit leaned forward and took him in his mouth, his blood boiling and sizzling in his veins. Wade came in minutes, so quickly Whit was startled and then--Wade went down on him.
Whit was so stunned,he yelped and looked down on Wade’s head in his lap and then he was on his feet, staggering as Wade pulled him up and pressed their dicks together, jerking them both off and groaning in his ear, “Come on, come with me.”
He came in a blinding spasm, and Wade almost jumped away from him after. Whit staggered back and collapsed on the chair. Shit! He was on edge, nervous.He didn't know what the hell was going on but he knew for sure when Wade did unexpected things all too often Whit ended up paying for it in some way.
Frank and Donny looked up when they came into the living area; Frank looked blankly at Whit, and frowned a little at Wade before refocusing on a huge TV in the corner of the loft.
Donny just grinned at them, “Felt good, didn’t it? “ He asked Whit and laughed knowingly when he didn’t respond. Whit shoved his hands in his pockets and looked over his shoulder at Wade.
Wade grinned and said, “How about we show Whit something …cool?” Whit felt his thumb rub against the tattoo, following the line of the ‘W’ down until it brushed the cleft of his ass and he shivered.
The guys acted like school boys at recess, they rushed and pushed Whit to the door, laughing and joking with one another, all of them grinning at him like they shared a great joke that Whit wouldn’t understand and he felt alone and anxious—stuff that made that made Wade laugh that much generally turned out bad.This fuckin gevening was going from bad to worse....
He was shoved into the back of a car and Wade leaned on him, he was almost in his lap, and he kept whispering things in and alternately tongue fucking his ear. By the time they made it to wherever their destination was Whit was red-faced, angry and terribly turned on all at once.
They were on a road shrouded in darkness, and the guys sat on the car and Donny produced a joint and lit up. Frank watched with eager eyes until the joint was passed to him and took a deep breath, sucked it down and holding it until his face turned bright red, and he exhaled it on a barking, choking laugh. He passed it on to Wade, grinning as he did. “Man, I love night’s like this- when the juice is fresh and I feel like I could fly, you know?”
Wade nodded and pulled Whit between his legs and sucked in the smoke, Whit could feel the heat as the end flared next to his cheek and then Wade was pressing his lips against his, thumb on his chin pressing down and urging his mouth open and he breathed out and Wade’s tongue slipped against his for a moment, maybe accidentally.
Frank spit and made a gagging sound and Donny snickered quietly. Neither one would dare say or do more than that. Both of them were afraid of Wade. They should be afraid; neither one was strong enough or crazy enough to best Wade.
Down the road the headlights of a truck flared in the dark and the guys got excited and leaped off the car.
“Get ready” Donny yelled excitedly and slapped Whit on the back,“This is going to change your life motherfucker!” He ran to the edge of the road and jittered up and down, grinning and staring up the road.
Frank laughed aloud and threw his arm around Wade. “Show the bastard what it’s like to be alive, eh, Wade?”
Whit could hear the truck now, and the lights were coming around a bend in the road and reflecting off the manic glee in the faces of the men around him and he was afraid—what the hell was going on? Wade whipped him around to face him and asked him, “Trust me?”
Whit just stared at him, what the fuck-- what the fuck?
When he didn’t answer Wade grinned harder. “Fuckin’ right don’t trust me,” but his lips quirked and there was something else in his eyes for a moment, a flash of pain or anger, Whit wasn’t sure.
The truck swept up the bend towards him going way over the speed limit, the glare of the headlight blinding him momentarily and throwing their shadows high against the trees near by. The truck came barreling at them like a juggernaught from hell, and the sound of the tires racing over the tar, the roar of the engine was overpowering this close to the road and Wade grabbed him in a bear hug and yelled, “you and me, Whit! We’ll live forever!” and threw the both of them into the path of the truck.
Whit froze, his body locked-- his blood stopped in his veins and he truly understood the phrase ‘time stood still.’ It did, it really did.
He saw the truck like he was watching a soundless video- it came at them so slowly, silently as a ghost and Whit saw everything bright as day, he saw Wade’s face, his eyes nearly closed, mouth open slightly and the tip of his tongue was visible in his parted lips, caught between his teeth and he thought with shock ‘he’s beautiful’, he’d never seen Wade so—serene? Transported?
He waited for his death, the air rippled and a feeling unlike any he ever experienced before rolled through him, every atom of his body quivered, exploded, and reformed and it was like having multiple orgasms in every single and separate cell of his body and then he was laying in the road, held tightly in Wade ‘s arms. Wade was looking at him with just the tiniest expression of surprise and then he smiled at him- the smile that filed his eyes too and made them warm and deep and human.
“Yeah,” he whispered huskily, “like that”—and then it was gone, and he was lying on the road, gravel mashed into the side of his face and smelling the stink of diesel fumes.
Yaa-hoo! TBC! how come no tells me when I go tcb? It's like that booger thing, isn't it?