I Can Write It Better Than You Ever Felt It

Beckett’s POV

“I can give you anything you want,” Gabe said confidently, squeezing two fingers into me.

I let out a painful sigh and threw my head back against the bed.

His free hand traced my collarbone, then ran up my neck slowly.

I wasn’t sure if he was even comprehending this, but right now, we were both ready and that was all we needed.

He leaned over me. I reached out and touched the sweat along his chest.

Gabe smiled slightly and bent the fingers as far as they’d go. I cried out again.

“My precious whore,” a finger ran along my bottom lip.

Once I adjusted to the pain, it would be okay. More than okay.

He squeezed a third finger into me and I bit my lip as tears rolled into my eyes. It was only a few moments of pain, if that.

I pushed my hips up to try and feel his skin against mine, but he pulled away.

“You naughty little boy,” he bent his fingers fast and I screamed. Gabe instantly slapped a hand over my mouth. “Hold in your screams just a little bit more.”

I nodded. I was going to do anything for this man right now.

Gabe reached for the lube next to him. I grabbed it from him, he wasn’t going fast enough for me.

I squirted out a liberal amount and started to coat his throbbing dick with it.

Gabe threw his head back and let out a sexy little sigh of content.

“Damn, your hands are magic,” he whispered and reached for my hips.

“I try,” I smirked.

He positioned himself just right, lifting up my waist and holding me still.

Slowly, I felt him enter me. At a certain point my muscles contracted around him, I could hear the groan that escaped him.

“Just a little bit more,” I muttered, wrapping my legs around my waist to get him in even farther.

“God, baby, you’re so tight,” Gabe declared, kissing me along my neck.

He kept close to my face, licking the sweat off my neck and whispering little dirty things into my ear.

Ryan’s POV [the next morning]

I woke up and Brendon was already out of bed. I could hear him in the bathroom, probably puking his brains out as he usually did.

I wasn’t going to talk to him, I just needed to leave. I grabbed my stuff and got ready in the other bathroom as fast as I could.

When I came back to our room I grabbed my coat and glasses, but I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“No…no…I never meant to hurt him,” I heard Brendon say weakly. “You know that Pete.”

There was a pause. He must have been talking to Pete on the phone.

“He’s still asleep. I didn’t want to wake him up, I barely remember last night.”

Another pause.

“No, I don’t feel well at all.” “I don’t need his help.” “I’m sure if I’d really done that he probably wouldn’t want to talk to me.” “I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t leave the bathroom.”

Brendon sighed. “Yeah.” “Yeah.” “Okay.” “Bye.”

I jumped back from the door as it started to open.

Brendon rubbed his bloodshot eyes and looked at me with a faint smile. His hair was a mess and he was wearing my pajamas. I couldn’t help but smile, he was so adorable…

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked, his voice cracking in a few places.

I set down my glasses. “Erm…no…”

He nodded. “Ry…I-I’m really sorry. Sure, you’ve heard me say it over and over again, but its true. I don’t understand what I’m doing. Half the time I know you’re sickened by my immatureness. Sadly, I don’t get very different; I mean at least when we’re around our friends. It’s just the way I am…” he looked up at me and tears spilled out of his eyes.

“Brendon, you know I love you for who you are, immature and all,” I smiled and he threw his arms around me before I could object.

Damnit.

“I’m so sorry. I need you to help me,” he whispered, his tears wetting my neck.

“I’ll help you, baby, don’t worry,” I kissed his cheek and rubbed his back to comfort him.

Truth was, I could never actually leave Brendon. I just didn’t have the heart to. I loved him.

Beckett’s POV

I bucked my hips into his as me thrust in and out of me, hard and rough as ever possible.

“Mm...Bill...you’re such a little whore,” Gabe whispered. “A quiet little one at that.”

He pulled out of me.

“Gabe, no, put it back, please!” I cried.

“I’m not even getting appreciated for it,” he smirked.

“Yes, Gabe, please,” I smashed my hips against his. “I appreciate it!”

“I don’t believe you.”

My breath and heartbeat were returning to normal pace. “I want you, I want you so much.”

He didn’t move, he just smirked.

“Say it,” he declared.

“Say what?” I gasped out as his hand slipped down my stomach and began to fondle me.

His lips were wet at my neck. “Say ‘Gabriel Saporta, I am your naughty little sex toy, use me like a cheap whore.’”

“But I…”

He pressed a finger to my lips. “C’mon, say it, and I’ll give you all you want and more.”

I hesitated, not saying a thing for a moment.

He teased me, pressing his length against my opening. My head started to throb. I wanted him so much it hurt.

“Gabriel Saporta, I am your naughty…little…muthafuckin sex toy. Use me like the cheapest of whores,” I declared.

Gabe let out a satisfied smirk and within a moment I felt him slam hard into me, so hard and fast I blacked out for a moment.

He and I let out a groan at the same time, his from the pressure and mine from the force of him.

He continued to thrust in and at while at the same time rubbing my body, stroking my length.

At one point he hit me in that spot. I let out a whine and threw my head against the sweat-soaked sheets.

“Gabe, you sex god,” I moaned as he hit it again.

“Whine for me again, baby,” he demanded and hit the spot again.

This and the dirty talk continued until at once, I arched my back and came across our stomachs just as he came around my entrance.

He reached down to his stomach, covering his fingers with my seed and then proceeding to lick it off.

“I didn’t fuck you too hard, did I?” he muttered, still panting.

I sighed and smiled, our warm, tired bodies melting together on the bed.