Chapter Six, part 2
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roxyAnd the other part. *grin*
Summer Story
In the next moment Wade had pulled him away from the wall—“inside.” He yanked him by his arm into the loft and toward the bedroom and he saw a big—cage, closet, something-- in the corner where the big TV had been. Wade grabbed his chin and yanked his head to him. “Don’t look around-- get in there,” and pushed him so that he staggered toward the door and inside the bedroom. He could hear Frank yelling at Wade and Wade growling back and silence, the buzz of low and angry discussion and than Wade yelled, "My fucking business! Problem?” Silence.
Wade again, “You’re fucking right.”
And then he was in the room; chest heaving and still angry and he jumped onto the mattress and dropped on Whit. He began yanking the boy's shoes off, talking all the while, "You got my back right, Whit,” he dropped the shoes and began pulling at the jeans. “You wouldn’t rat me out,” and dropped the pants on the floor and began jerking at his shirt, “You know I’d kill you if you tried to turn on me right?” He flung the shirt into the air and hissed. “You love me right?”
Whit stared at Wade open mouthed and nodded because he saw Wade really wanted an answer. “Good. I would, you know I would, I’d kill you.” He was almost sobbing and biting his way up Whit’s neck and chewing on his neck, biting until Whit cried out in pain.
Wade got up and Whit turned on his side, closed his eys. He felt the mattress sink with Wade’s weight and his hand was on him and turning him, his hand slid up to his throat and pressed a little, lightly and he leaned down.
Whit’s eyes fell shut and he waited for what ever Wade would do next, he was strung tight as a bow waiting for the grip of his teeth somewhere on his body, prepared for the sting of pain but not for his lips pressing against his. He jerked but kept his eyes closed and Wade pressed more, wanting more until Whit’s mouth opened to him and he kissed him like it was never going to happen again—he moaned into Whit’s mouth, he gasped and groaned and crawled against Whit. He was nude, and stiff and pressed against Whit like he was trying to crawl into his skin—and Whit let go.
No more worrying what he was going to do, or if he was giving too much or if he’d be angry—fuck that. Wade was kissing him- kissing him and talking about love and sucking on him and licking his nipples and biting--- Whit arched up and Wade pulled back. He looked stunned, looked like he had the night Whit had thought he was going to die with him under the wheels of a truck.
Whit cried out and planted his feet against the mattress and rose up, dropped and arched again. Wade panted, "You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? I—I want to…” He touched Whit, and looked angry and confused and afraid. He asked again, and shook as he traced a line over Whit’s thigh and under his hip. His fingers played over Whit, over the quivering ring of muscle, and Whit winced. He wasn’t sure about this, he’d never done this and as far as he knew Wade hadn’t either and why now? Why all of this, and Wade leaned forward and “Please.”
Whit shook violently, Wade’s finger sank in a bit more and he gasped, “Whit,” and he pushed in more and groaned. Whit’s dick rose and dropped against his stomach and dripped. Wade reached behind him and grabbed and opened a condom, Whit watched as he rolled the condom down on his dick.
Wade flexed and hissed “Don’t look so hard,” he laughed, “You’ll make me come.” He smeared lube from the wrapper on Whit and pushed his finger back in, and watched closely, his dick arching and jerking each time he moved his finger. Whit felt it as a mildly pleasant sensation, but Wade looked like he was about to melt down.
He grabbed Whit’s legs and told him to turn around and Whit rolled over and Wade pulled him to his knees. He stroked him and whispered to him; words Whit couldn’t make out and didn’t want to know and then he began to push in, slowly carefully.
Whit groaned at the sensation, pain, burning, it hurt –and Wade groaned and pushed groaned and eased himself in. “Oh shit—oh shit, Whit, Whit—“ Whit felt sweat fall and splash against his back and his muscles jumped and quivered and his ass burnt and he tried to force himself to relax, to take Wade in.
“God,” he groaned. “Can’t stop-- can’t,” and he pushed in all the way with a harsh cry.
Whit broke out in a sweat and tried not to moan in pain. It hurt, it hurt and he didn’t like it, but Wade wanted it and – Wade cried out again as Whit clamped down on him, and he felt Wade twitch inside.
He pulled out and slid back in and did it again. “Whit fuck_-I can’t wait, I – I—“ and he pushed in, a violent quick snap, again, and again and Whit’s dick wilted completely as he concentrated on not yelling.
Wade babbled and fucked him and cried out and reached around, slowed when he found Whit was soft. “I’m hurting you,” he panted.” You don’t want me--”
He pulled out or tried to but Whit stopped him, “No—I do want it, please, please fuck me,” and Wade groaned deep in his chest and pushed in again, in and out and fisted Whit’s dick until they were panting and gasping together.
It felt different, and he listened to Wade’s harsh pants and saw Sam, fucking himself in the dark and moaning touch me—he cried out at the memory, cried out at the sudden flash of electricity firing in his nerves. and his dick surged to fullness in Wade’s hand.
Wade laughed breathily—"I did something—let me," and he hit the spot again, and again Whit cried out and Sam in his mind was staring at him and begging him to fuck him and coming, striping his belly—Whit groaned low, and then louder and louder and came in Wade's hand. Wade shouted “Whit!” and he was barely aware of the fact Wade was coming too.
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Wade got off the mattress ands looked down on Whit, laying flat and still breathing heavy. He pulled the condom off and tossed it. Yanked a pair of jeans out of the pile on the floor and pulled them on, looked around for his smokes as he did. Whit shifted and sighed, but he was asleep and Wade was glad. He didn’t want to look in his fresh all-American Teen face right now. Most times he looked so fucking innocent and clueless.
Wade dropped down in the corner of the room and sucked smoke into his lungs 'til they burned, and studied his hands hanging loose over his knees.
Fucker. Fucker. How the hell did this happen to him…Whit.
Innocence all burned out of him. Between his fucking dad and – and him, they took care of that. Fuckin’ Whit just let it all happen, 'yeah, Wade, whatever you say Wade, you want me to blow the room, okay, let you choke me, okay, beat me?--sure. Fucker. It was all his fault.
If he’d never met him, he wouldn’t be in this room right now with a fucked out kid on the bed and murder in his heart. He wouldn’t be about to commit a major crime, trying to get enough to take him away and they could live together forever, happy—no one else could ever hurt them again. And he’d look at him and it’d be all full of love, none of the fear….
Wade dropped his head and hated himself for loving the boy. A boy, that boy. Fuck. He could be free of all of this. He stood and looked down on Whit. Hands… thin like air – in his chest, touching his heart. One quick squeeze and it would shudder to a stop in his hand, and he’d be deep inside him, deep enough to stop this feeling maybe. Deep enough to save himself.
God. He should kill himself and save Whit.
Oh god—Whit was going to kill him. Loving him was going to kill him and a long blade of ice slid in between his shoulder blades.
“Wade! Come on damn it!”
Wade shuddered and came back to himself. “Yeah, coming.” He pulled a shirt out of the pile and dropped down on his knees, kissed Whit on the back of his neck. “Everything I do, I do for you.”
He jumped up and walked out of the room. He quietly shut the door and locked it before leaving.
TBC
Summer Story
In the next moment Wade had pulled him away from the wall—“inside.” He yanked him by his arm into the loft and toward the bedroom and he saw a big—cage, closet, something-- in the corner where the big TV had been. Wade grabbed his chin and yanked his head to him. “Don’t look around-- get in there,” and pushed him so that he staggered toward the door and inside the bedroom. He could hear Frank yelling at Wade and Wade growling back and silence, the buzz of low and angry discussion and than Wade yelled, "My fucking business! Problem?” Silence.
Wade again, “You’re fucking right.”
And then he was in the room; chest heaving and still angry and he jumped onto the mattress and dropped on Whit. He began yanking the boy's shoes off, talking all the while, "You got my back right, Whit,” he dropped the shoes and began pulling at the jeans. “You wouldn’t rat me out,” and dropped the pants on the floor and began jerking at his shirt, “You know I’d kill you if you tried to turn on me right?” He flung the shirt into the air and hissed. “You love me right?”
Whit stared at Wade open mouthed and nodded because he saw Wade really wanted an answer. “Good. I would, you know I would, I’d kill you.” He was almost sobbing and biting his way up Whit’s neck and chewing on his neck, biting until Whit cried out in pain.
Wade got up and Whit turned on his side, closed his eys. He felt the mattress sink with Wade’s weight and his hand was on him and turning him, his hand slid up to his throat and pressed a little, lightly and he leaned down.
Whit’s eyes fell shut and he waited for what ever Wade would do next, he was strung tight as a bow waiting for the grip of his teeth somewhere on his body, prepared for the sting of pain but not for his lips pressing against his. He jerked but kept his eyes closed and Wade pressed more, wanting more until Whit’s mouth opened to him and he kissed him like it was never going to happen again—he moaned into Whit’s mouth, he gasped and groaned and crawled against Whit. He was nude, and stiff and pressed against Whit like he was trying to crawl into his skin—and Whit let go.
No more worrying what he was going to do, or if he was giving too much or if he’d be angry—fuck that. Wade was kissing him- kissing him and talking about love and sucking on him and licking his nipples and biting--- Whit arched up and Wade pulled back. He looked stunned, looked like he had the night Whit had thought he was going to die with him under the wheels of a truck.
Whit cried out and planted his feet against the mattress and rose up, dropped and arched again. Wade panted, "You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? I—I want to…” He touched Whit, and looked angry and confused and afraid. He asked again, and shook as he traced a line over Whit’s thigh and under his hip. His fingers played over Whit, over the quivering ring of muscle, and Whit winced. He wasn’t sure about this, he’d never done this and as far as he knew Wade hadn’t either and why now? Why all of this, and Wade leaned forward and “Please.”
Whit shook violently, Wade’s finger sank in a bit more and he gasped, “Whit,” and he pushed in more and groaned. Whit’s dick rose and dropped against his stomach and dripped. Wade reached behind him and grabbed and opened a condom, Whit watched as he rolled the condom down on his dick.
Wade flexed and hissed “Don’t look so hard,” he laughed, “You’ll make me come.” He smeared lube from the wrapper on Whit and pushed his finger back in, and watched closely, his dick arching and jerking each time he moved his finger. Whit felt it as a mildly pleasant sensation, but Wade looked like he was about to melt down.
He grabbed Whit’s legs and told him to turn around and Whit rolled over and Wade pulled him to his knees. He stroked him and whispered to him; words Whit couldn’t make out and didn’t want to know and then he began to push in, slowly carefully.
Whit groaned at the sensation, pain, burning, it hurt –and Wade groaned and pushed groaned and eased himself in. “Oh shit—oh shit, Whit, Whit—“ Whit felt sweat fall and splash against his back and his muscles jumped and quivered and his ass burnt and he tried to force himself to relax, to take Wade in.
“God,” he groaned. “Can’t stop-- can’t,” and he pushed in all the way with a harsh cry.
Whit broke out in a sweat and tried not to moan in pain. It hurt, it hurt and he didn’t like it, but Wade wanted it and – Wade cried out again as Whit clamped down on him, and he felt Wade twitch inside.
He pulled out and slid back in and did it again. “Whit fuck_-I can’t wait, I – I—“ and he pushed in, a violent quick snap, again, and again and Whit’s dick wilted completely as he concentrated on not yelling.
Wade babbled and fucked him and cried out and reached around, slowed when he found Whit was soft. “I’m hurting you,” he panted.” You don’t want me--”
He pulled out or tried to but Whit stopped him, “No—I do want it, please, please fuck me,” and Wade groaned deep in his chest and pushed in again, in and out and fisted Whit’s dick until they were panting and gasping together.
It felt different, and he listened to Wade’s harsh pants and saw Sam, fucking himself in the dark and moaning touch me—he cried out at the memory, cried out at the sudden flash of electricity firing in his nerves. and his dick surged to fullness in Wade’s hand.
Wade laughed breathily—"I did something—let me," and he hit the spot again, and again Whit cried out and Sam in his mind was staring at him and begging him to fuck him and coming, striping his belly—Whit groaned low, and then louder and louder and came in Wade's hand. Wade shouted “Whit!” and he was barely aware of the fact Wade was coming too.
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Wade got off the mattress ands looked down on Whit, laying flat and still breathing heavy. He pulled the condom off and tossed it. Yanked a pair of jeans out of the pile on the floor and pulled them on, looked around for his smokes as he did. Whit shifted and sighed, but he was asleep and Wade was glad. He didn’t want to look in his fresh all-American Teen face right now. Most times he looked so fucking innocent and clueless.
Wade dropped down in the corner of the room and sucked smoke into his lungs 'til they burned, and studied his hands hanging loose over his knees.
Fucker. Fucker. How the hell did this happen to him…Whit.
Innocence all burned out of him. Between his fucking dad and – and him, they took care of that. Fuckin’ Whit just let it all happen, 'yeah, Wade, whatever you say Wade, you want me to blow the room, okay, let you choke me, okay, beat me?--sure. Fucker. It was all his fault.
If he’d never met him, he wouldn’t be in this room right now with a fucked out kid on the bed and murder in his heart. He wouldn’t be about to commit a major crime, trying to get enough to take him away and they could live together forever, happy—no one else could ever hurt them again. And he’d look at him and it’d be all full of love, none of the fear….
Wade dropped his head and hated himself for loving the boy. A boy, that boy. Fuck. He could be free of all of this. He stood and looked down on Whit. Hands… thin like air – in his chest, touching his heart. One quick squeeze and it would shudder to a stop in his hand, and he’d be deep inside him, deep enough to stop this feeling maybe. Deep enough to save himself.
God. He should kill himself and save Whit.
Oh god—Whit was going to kill him. Loving him was going to kill him and a long blade of ice slid in between his shoulder blades.
“Wade! Come on damn it!”
Wade shuddered and came back to himself. “Yeah, coming.” He pulled a shirt out of the pile and dropped down on his knees, kissed Whit on the back of his neck. “Everything I do, I do for you.”
He jumped up and walked out of the room. He quietly shut the door and locked it before leaving.
TBC
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12/11/04 05:00 am (UTC)Thanks for the head up, I'll fix that!
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12/10/04 09:07 pm (UTC)I mean...jayzus fucking Christ.
That was so fucking hot and WRONG and sad and sorry and hurty, hurty, hurty.
You know i love you, right?
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12/10/04 09:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/10/04 09:31 pm (UTC)*snuggles*
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12/11/04 03:13 am (UTC)Wade isn't going to hurt Lex, is he (although I don't care if he kills Lionel)?
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12/11/04 05:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/11/04 05:11 am (UTC)You made me feel for Wade. O_O How is that even possible?
And Sam has some interesting stuff in his past. :D
And that wench is trying to take him away. Though I don't know where. >:(
And, of course, I love you.
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12/11/04 05:22 pm (UTC)And of course, I love you too! ;)
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12/12/04 07:23 pm (UTC)oh hell
12/11/04 03:05 pm (UTC)*kisses*
Re: oh hell
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12/11/04 03:58 pm (UTC)That is one mess up relationship!
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12/11/04 05:25 pm (UTC)And, yes, thank you, it is!
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12/11/04 07:41 pm (UTC)I loooove my Whit icon!
*drool with you*
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12/12/04 12:31 am (UTC)Awwww! You make me feel all warm and cozy! *kisses back*
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12/24/04 04:30 pm (UTC)These two sex scenes are both hurty and hot and I have to admit that I feel a little dirty afterwards. But damn, woman, the way you throw us into the mind and body of your characters is too much not to be hot!