Sequel: You're Everything I Need ›
Status: Completed. Sequel is up.
Can't Stay Away
Testosterone Boys
After about a week, my bruises no longer hurt. And the cut on my side was healing. It didn't hurt. For once, I was pain free.
And I hated it.
I couldn't stand it. Brendon would put pressure in all the same spots when we were together, but without the bruises, it did nothing for me. It felt wrong that I should be craving pain.
I wanted to hurt. And I wanted Brendon to hurt me.
But I didn't know how to tell him...I had planned on breaking up with him before because of it. The only other option I had was to hurt myself...and I knew I wouldn't be able to do that. It had to be Brendon.
That night, I was ready, waiting for Brendon to crawl through my window. When he was standing up, I attached my lips to his roughly while pushing him hard until his back slammed into the wall. He grunted and I pulled away, smirking at him. I knew he liked it. He always had this glint in his eye when he was extremely turned on, and it was there now.
"You wanna play rough tonight, Ryan?" he said in a low voice. I nodded my head and now Brendon was the one smirking. Swiftly he spun us around and slammed my back into the wall. Hard. And oh my fucking God did it feel good. I pulled Brendon's face to my own, kissing him hungrily as he pressed his body against mine, leaving no spaces in between us. I could feel his erection as I'm sure he could feel mine.
Brendon pulled away and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it hard so I'd follow him to my bed. He let go of my hair and pushed me on the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as Brendon removed his shirt. I couldn't help but notice the very new bruise on his stomach.
"Brendon," I said.
"Shh," he said, leaning down to kiss me, before helping me take my own shirt off. His lips were suddenly on my collarbone, nibbling gently, until I finally felt him bite the sensitive flesh, probably drawing blood. I let out a low moan, wrapping my arms around Brendon and digging my nails into his back. Brendon gasped and stood up. This time I watched as he removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on. I had only been wearing my boxers when he got here, so we didn't need to bother with my pants. I sat up and Brendon took one of my hands and placing it on his bruise. I got the idea, and pressed on it hard. Brendon's head rolled back and he let out a low moan. I stood up, still pressing Brendon's bruise, and grabbed Brendon's hair this time to pull his face to mine.
As I kissed him, I brought both hands to the top of his boxers and started to gently pull them down. Brendon pulled away to let out a shuddering breath as I ran my fingers down his length. I kissed Brendon again and pulled away.
"We should have sex," I whispered into Brendon's ear. Brendon chuckled softly at my bluntness. I bit his earlobe and he moaned, his hands quickly finding the top of my own boxers and he took them off of me quickly.
"Lube?" Brendon breathed as I kissed his neck. I pulled away to look at him, smirking.
"We don't need it."
And I hated it.
I couldn't stand it. Brendon would put pressure in all the same spots when we were together, but without the bruises, it did nothing for me. It felt wrong that I should be craving pain.
I wanted to hurt. And I wanted Brendon to hurt me.
But I didn't know how to tell him...I had planned on breaking up with him before because of it. The only other option I had was to hurt myself...and I knew I wouldn't be able to do that. It had to be Brendon.
That night, I was ready, waiting for Brendon to crawl through my window. When he was standing up, I attached my lips to his roughly while pushing him hard until his back slammed into the wall. He grunted and I pulled away, smirking at him. I knew he liked it. He always had this glint in his eye when he was extremely turned on, and it was there now.
"You wanna play rough tonight, Ryan?" he said in a low voice. I nodded my head and now Brendon was the one smirking. Swiftly he spun us around and slammed my back into the wall. Hard. And oh my fucking God did it feel good. I pulled Brendon's face to my own, kissing him hungrily as he pressed his body against mine, leaving no spaces in between us. I could feel his erection as I'm sure he could feel mine.
Brendon pulled away and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it hard so I'd follow him to my bed. He let go of my hair and pushed me on the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as Brendon removed his shirt. I couldn't help but notice the very new bruise on his stomach.
"Brendon," I said.
"Shh," he said, leaning down to kiss me, before helping me take my own shirt off. His lips were suddenly on my collarbone, nibbling gently, until I finally felt him bite the sensitive flesh, probably drawing blood. I let out a low moan, wrapping my arms around Brendon and digging my nails into his back. Brendon gasped and stood up. This time I watched as he removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on. I had only been wearing my boxers when he got here, so we didn't need to bother with my pants. I sat up and Brendon took one of my hands and placing it on his bruise. I got the idea, and pressed on it hard. Brendon's head rolled back and he let out a low moan. I stood up, still pressing Brendon's bruise, and grabbed Brendon's hair this time to pull his face to mine.
As I kissed him, I brought both hands to the top of his boxers and started to gently pull them down. Brendon pulled away to let out a shuddering breath as I ran my fingers down his length. I kissed Brendon again and pulled away.
"We should have sex," I whispered into Brendon's ear. Brendon chuckled softly at my bluntness. I bit his earlobe and he moaned, his hands quickly finding the top of my own boxers and he took them off of me quickly.
"Lube?" Brendon breathed as I kissed his neck. I pulled away to look at him, smirking.
"We don't need it."
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I hope this was ok. o.o I don't write slash sex scenes by the way...just be lucky I went as far as I did. :]Comments?
~Sally
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