4.21AM, Wednesday Morning.

Colm comes crashing through the door with a girl drunkenly hanging off his shoulder. Wren was just about to surrender to his room, halfway through binge watching Twin Peaks, when his roommate and the bird just had to start making out next to him. Wren shifted uncomfortably in his spot, trying his best to look away but couldn’t help himself, his eyes wandering over to their lips moving against each other. Wren closed his eyes and imagined himself in that girl's position, he’s always wanted to sit on Colm’s lap and grab at him everywhere. He feels ashamed about it though, because Colm would never touch him, he barely even looks at him. That’s totally fine for Wren, he doesn’t like Colm as much anyway. Not as much as he loves the worst person to ever grace this damned earth. 

Zane Steckler, the boy that made Wren’s life at school hell. Even though he gets ruthlessly bullied by this idiot, Wren can’t help his growing feelings towards him, this started even before he got to this school. Having gotten called a slur by a group of teenage boys at the mall, he tried to brush it off and not let it ruin his week since the next day he would be going to his new school for the first time. 

Either the world hated him or he was just this unlucky, walking into his first class of the day and seeing the familiar group of boys sitting next to each other, their desks pressed together, some of them sitting on top of the tables. The teacher was too busy writing on the board to care, the rest of the students doing their own things. Wren tried to calm himself down, maybe if he was quiet and sneaky enough the boys wouldn’t notice him and call him mean names again. But as he pulled his chair, it made an extremely loud screeching noise that made the entire room fall silent, all the attention falling to him. 

He had turned so red he could almost feel the heat coming off his face. The silence was broken by Zane at that moment, pointing out how his nose was bleeding. Small giggles and snickers erupting and the teacher handing him some tissues, making him sit down so that the class could start. He could hear the boys behind him make comments about his appearance for almost 10 minutes till it was his turn to introduce himself, putting away the tissues and getting up from his seat awkwardly, tripping over his own feet when he was making his way over to the front of the class.

“H-hey everyone, I’m Wren-” He started to introduce himself, but the classmates kept chattering amongst themselves. Wren ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip nervously as the teacher had to tell them to be quiet and he had to restart. “Hey, I’m Wren, I’m from N-northern California.. And I like to- play video games and watch TV shows..” He bit his lip and lowered his head. Just as he started to walk back to his desk, the teacher placed a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, why don’t you say some more?” She gave a saccharine smile, making Wren shuffle back to the front.

“I.. Uhn.. I like GTA, Minecraft.. and watching old shows, like Twin- P-peaks” He chokes out the last word, the spit that was filling his mouth lodging his throat embarrassingly so. Zane was already carving his name onto the battered desk, filtering out the rest of the noise, until he heard it- Twin Peaks. He looked up, his eyes lighting up and grinned just at the mention of it. His friends looked over at the sudden movement, causing Zane to get embarrassed, ducking his head and going back to branding the wood.

Wren continues reminiscing while Colm has already stopped paying attention to the girl smothering him in kisses, staring at Wren which was looking off to the side and blushing to himself. Something clicked in Colm’s head and he subtly smirked, turning his gaze back to the pouting girl, whispering a small apology before resuming their make-out sesh.

Wren wakes up with the worst headache the next morning, his head pounding and his eyes a bright red. He had gone to bed at 5 AM, but he couldn’t fall asleep until an hour later because of Colm and that slut.. They had been fucking non-stop and it messed with Wren’s rest. His limbs felt heavy as he lifted himself from his bed, rubbing his eyes till his vision cleared and dragging himself over to the bathroom. When he walked over to the sink he couldn’t find his toothbrush anywhere, looking in the cabinets and under the sink. He sighed when he realised Colm definitely threw it away somewhere and he had an idea of where he could have thrown it. Lifting the toilet lid he found his toothbrush in the bowl.

”Colm..” Wren hissed under his breath, storming over to the man's room. He swung open the door, holding up the toothbrush which was still dripping the pissy toilet water onto his hand. Just as he was about to lecture him once again on what a terrible roommate he is, Wren paused as he actually paid attention to Colm who was wearing nothing but boxers, looking unbothered, and smoking a cigarette. ”Hey faggot.” The Irishman mumbled, putting down his phone to look Wren dead in the eyes, causing him to get even more pink. ”Y-you- What the hell was- that with my t-toothbrush!” Wren exclaimed, waving it around in the air. Colm just chuckled, ”C’mon, You probably like it, right? Your toothbrush with a hot guys piss on it, how much better could it be?” He teased, pushing the blanket to the side and spreading his legs slightly, the outline of his bulge visible through his boxers. 

Wren could feel the blood from his face rushing down south. His body temperature rose up so much he felt like his head was gonna explode, along with the headache it was starting to become difficult to stay conscious. “I-I..” Wren inhaled sharply and ran out the room as quickly as he could, leaving Colm’s door ajar and locking himself in the bathroom. Colm could only smile wide, his suspicions proving correct. 

Wren tried to hold his head high even though he was still disorientated from not being able to sleep properly and the incident with Colm just before school. He was so tempted to call in saying he was sick but maybe just this once he could show he wasn’t such a pussy? It’s not like he was actually gay anyway. He fidgeted with his fingers as he approached his locker, trying to ignore the group of boys behind him, boasting about how they drugged this girl at some party.. Fucking weirdos. He silently prayed in his head that Zane hadn’t been a part of it.

What Wren failed to notice was that Colm had taken Zane a little farther away from the group to have a quiet conversation with him while they stole occasional glances towards the long haired boy. 

“He’s an actual fag.” Colm snickers, telling the elder about what had happened this morning. Zane couldn’t believe it, he didn’t know whether to be excited about this or scared. What if Colm could tell that he was gay too? Was he making it too obvious with his staring? Or maybe the light hue on his face? All the sound drowned out and he could only see Wren in front of him, his beautiful dark brown hair, reaching his shoulders and making him look like a woman from behind.. Maybe if he pretended like Wren was a girl he wouldn’t feel so disgusted with himself. His nose was perfect and a little crooked to the side, his eyes as wide as a startled deer’s which were a beautiful hazel. His lips so.. Kissable.. He was so fucking weird for thinking about a dork like Wren this way.

“Yo, are you good?” Colm asked after realising Zane was unresponsive. He snapped his gaze back towards the ginger and scoffed, “Yeah he’s gay as shit. Ev’rybody can see that.” Colm raised a brow and hit Zane’s shoulder lightly. “I was asking why you were blushing like that. You gay too?” Zane’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but become even redder than before, both from anger and embarrassment. He almost yelled at him but held his composure and just shoved Colm out his way to walk over to Wren.

Colm was confused but quickly became intrigued when he realised what Zane was about to do. Zane came up behind Wren and slammed him against his locker, knocking a whine out of the skinnier boy. It drew attention from everyone that was in the hallway, some turning their heads and others ignoring them to head to their classes. Wren was quickly spun around and sucker-punched before he could even react, collapsing onto the floor. Zane began kicking his stomach, only stopping when a teacher stepped in, pulling Zane away from Wren who was trembling and clutching his stomach, his nose and mouth both dripping blood. Zane felt the anger surging through his blood, he tried to prove himself to Colm and his friends- he wanted them to know that he didn’t want anything to do with this freak.

“Zane Steckler!” The teacher yelled, pulling him aside by his arm while trying to calm down the students that were egging the fight on. The man also urged for Wren to get up, yelling at them that they both had detention at the end of the day. Fuck man, how does he keep getting in these situations? Wren just groaned and slowly got up defeated, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. To his luck, the bell rang. “It’s not even 10 AM and you two are already fighting!” You two? That asshole punched him first for no reason. Wren fucking hates this school. Now he had to spend an hour locked in a room with that idiot, fuck. This day couldn’t get any worse.

He tried his best to ignore all the slurs that were coming his way, Colm had apparently spread the word around that Wren was gay so quickly it made his head spin. He regrets ever doing or saying anything. What made Colm think he was gay anyway? He wasn’t gay at all! He wasn’t.. Gay. Wren sighed as the last bell rang, usual excitement and relief replaced by dread and exhaustion as he realised he was stuck here for another hour with the devil himself. Grabbing a few books to busy himself with as the hallways cleared, he closed his locker and saw Zane standing in front of the detention room looking extremely agitated and impatient, tapping his feet against the floor with his head hanging low. Wren sighed once more and made his way over to the black haired boy, not saying a word as he waited with him for a teacher to unlock the door. 

Zane was obviously startled, he didn’t have to put up a ‘tough-guy’ act when he wasn’t with his friends so he had no idea what to say or do to Wren. Only nervously looking away and kicking away a pencil that was lying on the ground.

Wren noticed how jittery Zane was and wanted to say something, but he couldn’t even get a word in when he heard that same voice from behind him. The asshole that gave him detention was coming over to unlock the door, so that the boys could get inside. “Alright you guys, I’m kind of busy with some other things so I’ll leave you two to be in here.” He said whilst fumbling with the keys. “I TRUST you two will behave?” He stopped to look at both of them, the two nodding quickly without a sound. The room inside was dark and dusty, with a pile of tables and chairs in one corner. The paint on the other side of the room was peeling, and Wren could feel a draft brushing against the drying blood on his face.

As the two of them were locked inside the room now, Zane fumbled around for the lightswitch, wincing as his hand brushed against something sticky on the wall before finally finding it. Seeing Wren’s bloody face once again in the light made him pause for a second. The boy really was beautiful. He continued to stare, then noticed Wren’s brows furrowing. “Dude. D-don’t look at me with that.. face! You’re the one who fucking- put us in here for deciding to b-beat me up!” Wren hissed, kicking a small pebble towards Zane, knocking him out of his stupor. “Mm? Yeah and.. I’d do it again. Faggot.” Zane replied, but obviously not meaning it. Not being able to get the lack of enthusiasm in Zane’s voice, Wren piped up again. “S-seriously!! What the.. hell is your problem with me?! I’ve d-done nothing to you and- and you treat me.. like this!” He caught him staring once again. Zane's eyes were glazed over and his mouth was slightly open, his face relaxed yet the rest of his body was still so tense, looking as if he were about to leap over and rip him apart at any second.

Wren flinched as Zane quickly took a few steps towards him then paused again. “The hell? What are you..?” Assuming Zane was going to beat him up again, especially since they were alone, He backed up closer to the pile of tables, lifting up his arms up in defence as Zane kept getting closer and closer.

“F-fuck off..” Wren whispered, his voice trembling when Zane got right up against him and grabbed his wrists, pushing them away from his face. Wren was about to say something again when he was cut off by Zane’s lips pressing against his, his eyes widening more than before and his body stiffening. Wren wanted to pull away at first but quickly melted into the kiss when Zane’s tongue started prodding at his lips, making them part and shoving it inside his mouth. Wren finally allowed himself to move and make noise, whimpering and grabbing the other boy’s shoulders weakly, his knees began to buckle and he almost fell to the floor. Zane wrapped his hands around his thin waist, catching him in time and moving them closer towards a wall so that he could slam Wren against it and kiss him even harder than before.

Wren couldn’t believe this was actually happening, he wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming but Zane’s hands on his waist felt way too real. He had waited and fantasized of this moment more times than he could count. Wren knew about Zane’s addictions, there's no way he was doing this sober. Wren pushed the other away and gasped a little before stuttering out “A-are you on something..?” Zane just blinked slowly and shook his head yet his pupils were pin small and he was breathing harder than usual. Zane’s leg was in between Wren’s, and he used his thigh to push him against the wall, pressing their bodies fully together again and panting in his face. As Wren moved forward to kiss him again he let himself grind down on Zane’s thigh, moaning out small pleas and trying to bring him closer by wrapping his arms around Zane’s waist. They continued to move against each other, Zane’s movements gradually becoming more aggressive as he pinned Wren’s wrists above his head with one hand and used the other to grab at his belt,  unbuckling it surprisingly fast and starting to push down Wren's jeans. The long haired boy let out a confused sound as his eyes followed Zane’s hands.

As his jeans fell down to the floor, Wren went a brighter pink as he remembered what he was wearing. Now both of them were looking down, Zane suddenly seemed sober again, the grip on Wren’s wrists faltering. “The fuck?” He whispered, his voice hoarse as he just blinked, looking between Wren’s long hair and panties and to his hard-on. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he looked like an actual girl. Zane couldn’t help his hand either, suddenly palming the bulge making Wren double over and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He was panting even harder and trying his best to not cum in his underwear. This was so humiliating he seriously wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

What was he even thinking? Wearing women’s underwear outside? This was the only pair he had, and he had gotten it a week before. He thought that they looked nice, he remembers admiring himself in the mirror.. The panties were white with pretty pink stripes, a small bow adorning the front. They fit so well on him, the panties hugging his sides perfectly. He thought maybe Zane would like him more if he wore these.

He could feel tears pricking at his eyes before Zane spoke up again “These are nice.” He said deadpanned, staring intently at them. “What?” Wren whispered breathlessly, eyes widening when Zane spun him around, pressed his face against the wall harshly and began humping him through his underwear. “Z-zane..Hhn..” He cried out, drool spilling from his mouth pathetically. His vision was blurring from the tears, Zane’s hand found its place back on his waist, caressing him so gently it made him moan even more. Zane leaned into Wren’s back, groaning so closely in his ear it drove him closer to the edge. He kept thrusting his hips roughly into Wren’s ass, he was trembling and whining.

“Hhn.. u-uu..ngh..” The pleasure was so mind numbing, he would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for Zane’s hands supporting him. He was grabbing his hips so harshly they were prone to bruising, he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of getting to look at them when he got home. The aggressive humping suddenly came to a stop when Zane finally peeled Wren’s panties off along with his own boxers, his dick rubbing against Wren’s hole. “Y’ got lube?” Zane spoke in a low voice, his breathing extremely ragged. Wren just sniffled and shook his head, why would a dork like him be carrying around lube? It’s not like he gets any. Zane just scoffed.

Wren could feel fingers pressing against his mouth trying to enter, he slowly parted his lips to let them slip inside, moaning when Zane growled out a simple “Suck.” Wren immediately began swirling his tongue around the two digits, closing his eyes trying to ignore the way Zane’s dick was teasing up and down against his hole. The fingers left his mouth and pressed inside his hole, his throat was sore from moaning and he was close to passing out.

Zane’s hand finally pulled away, the feeling of his fingers being replaced by his member. “O-oh! mhh.. My..” He whined, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his jaw went slack. Wren couldn’t regulate his breathing, slowly sliding down the wall only for Zane to pull him back up by grabbing a fistful of his hair, knocking his forehead into the wall as he began fucking into Wren’s virgin hole. “You’re so fuckin’ tight..” Zane groaned, his dick was getting suffocated by his walls. It felt so good though.

Wren wailed every time Zane’s tip lightly grazed against his prostate, his nails clawing at the wall. “Z-zane.. Zane.. hhHn..” He prayed there wasn’t anyone outside.. It would be so humiliating to explain why his well-known bully was fucking his brains out.

Zane’s thrusts were faltering, his energy clearly running out and his climax approaching. He moved his hips once.. Twice.. Grabbed the base of Wren’s dick and squeezed really hard then shoved inside one last time. They both groaned as they came together. Zane pulled out quickly and came a little bit more on Wren’s back before putting his boxers and pants back on. He looked over to the clock and saw that they had 10 minutes left before they could leave. He assisted Wren with his own clothing and cleaned him up. They ended up sitting on the floor together, thick silence suffocating the room. Zane turned his head towards Wren.

“You wanna do that again sometime?” 

“Sure.” ------------

Back from our Little Break sry 4 Starvin everyone..

Wren was sitting in the living room watching some old movie on his phone to use as inspiration for his next song when he heard light scratching at the front door, knowing it was Oscar and Zane returning back from their walk. Normally Wren would greet the two but he just didn’t feel like getting up, too exhausted from that Halloween party Zane threw last night. It’s a wonder how he even got out of bed today. Just as he was about to get up to go to his bedroom, wanting to just have some time to himself, he heard loud stomping in the hallway, accompanied by high pitched whines and a groggy voice “Shut up boy.” He could tell Oscar was about to come and annoy him so bad.

He really should’ve just gotten up as quickly as possible and headed to his bedroom. Oscar walked into the living room, playing with his collar and looking around as he still had a lot of energy, Wren could tell he wanted to play with someone.  

Even though he had more energy than usual, Oscar, of course, wasn’t talking. His wide blue eyes scoured around the room, taking a while before landing on Wren, his new toy to play with since Zane was fed up with him. Oscar padded over to Wren, and noting that he didn’t seem… angry, he sat down by the man’s feet, rubbing himself against the worn denim for attention. Wren had to resist the urge to kick the man beneath him.

“Hhhnn..” Oscar huffed, starting to make noises now that Wren seemed to be ignoring the constant pawing at his Bear slippers. Wren couldn’t stand it, Oscar’s whines sounded like nails scratching against chalkboard to him. He only spared him one glance then went back to focusing on his phone, hoping the man would leave him alone. 

Oscar’s actions didn’t falter even after getting ignored for a good 10 minutes. Wren finally turned his head towards him, raising a brow without saying a word. Oscar just stared back, slowly blinking while his tail was going crazy behind him. “What do you want?” Wren snapped at him. Oscar flinched a little but let out a small bark, propping his chin up against Wren’s knee and giving him his best puppy eyes. Seeing Wren was unimpressed, Oscar just tried to combine all of his begging methods; whining, puppy eyes, and rubbing. In doing so, he just ended up looking like a giant mess. Being too big in proportion to the shorter man, he had to crouch to even look in his eyes, so trying to crawl onto him whilst begging just caused him to tumble off onto the floor.

As he fell, Oscar had somehow managed to hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. The whining went quiet, giving Wren’s ears a break finally. As Oscar lay there, not getting up to go beg even more, he started to get concerned. Colm would actually kill him if something serious happened. “Are you alright pup?” Wren whispered, now afraid that Oscar would start one of his meltdowns and get super sensitive to everything. As no response came again, he finally put down his phone, going to check on Oscar. Oscar’s eyes were glassier than usual, lacking the life he had before and now just looking distant. Only after a light slap on the cheek, Oscar’s eyes began to track Wren’s movements. Okay, at least he didn’t pass out. He slowly came back to consciousness, letting out more whines and groans than before, his hands moving uncoordinated in the air, trying to grab onto Wren, getting ahold of his arm and digging his nails into his skin. Wren hissed and helped him up on the couch, letting him sit on his lap.

Oscar was twice Wren’s size, so when he plopped down in his lap, Wren could feel the air getting knocked out of his lungs. “F-fuck- get off-” He groaned, trying to push him off only to get his cheek licked, Oscar’s tail was wagging more than before. He was practically trying to climb onto the shorter man’s head. He tried swatting his face away, covering Oscar’s face with his hand, but his efforts proved futile as Oscar just licked it instead.  “You goddamn slob-” Wren groaned and slapped Oscar’s face gently again as a playful gesture, Oscar chasing his hand with his mouth. His tail thudded against the couch and ears perked up, he still had so much built up energy and no way to release it. 

Wren suddenly hooked his thumb inside the mutt’s mouth, making him pause and bat his eyelashes at him, letting out a small whimper and closing his lips around the digit. Wren could feel his tongue slowly wrapping around and wetting it. At least he shut up finally. Oscar’s ears pinned to his head, his tail starting to wag slower as he focused his attention on Wren’s finger. Not surprised if Oscar were to suddenly bite it off, Wren tried to pull away, but to no avail. Treating it like a game of tug-of-war, Oscar’s teeth clamped onto his finger, holding it in his mouth. Wren yelped and tried pulling even harder, Oscar’s jaw only locked tighter. He could feel his finger going numb. “Oscar! Bad! Fuck!” Wren slapped his face a few times with his other hand, what had gotten into him?? 

Oscar slowly relaxed his jaw, Wren about to yank his hand away when he felt the bigger man’s hand wrap around his wrist, trying to guide the rest of Wren’s fingers inside his mouth.

Wren’s eyebrows furrowed- what the hell was his problem? Sure, he knew Oscar was a bit of a dork but this? Looking up at Wren and seeing the confused expression he had, Oscar went a little pink, but still tried to push more into his mouth. Wren didn’t want Oscar to retreat back into his head and get awkward and embarrassed for everything, so he tried to build confidence in the man by letting him get what he wanted. “C’mon, there you go boy.” He mumbled, slowly slipping another finger into Oscar’s mouth. He pressed both of them down on his tongue, eliciting a low whine from the mutt, who started to squirm beneath him. After releasing the pressure, Oscar immediately got back to suckling on them. Oscar swirled his tongue around the digits, moaning to himself and shutting his eyes tight, the grip on Wren’s wrist still not released. The shorter male looked down and could see a very obvious hard-on in Oscar’s pants, though he was trying to wriggle in Wren’s lap to pretend like he didn’t have a boner. Wanting to torment the puppy, his other hand grabbed his waist and helped him grind against his own crotch, causing his eyes to shoot open and let out a high pitched whimper. “W-wren!” Oscar slurred, instinctively grinding back, his tail wagging rapidly. Wren could only groan and force his fingers deeper inside Oscar’s mouth, leading him to gag, his perfect blue eyes staring into Wren’s green ones, tears blurring his vision. 

They stayed like that, grinding against each other slowly. However, Oscar started to lose momentum, his former passion subsiding into sloppy drowsy movements. Wren’s fingers pressed too far down his throat. He retched all over Wren, the bile burning the other man's nostrils. “What the fuck?!” Before he was able to feel the sensory overload of the vomit sinking into his clothes, he heard quiet sobbing on his shoulder. “Hey- hey- I've got you, don’t worry-” Wren tried to comfort Oscar, wincing as now his shirt was covered in snot and vomit.

Wren used all his strength to pry Oscar off his lap, the man clinging onto him like his life depended on it, sobs wracking through his body. When they finally got up he helped him walk over to the bathroom where he picked up a damp washcloth and started to clean Oscar's face. 

Oscar never would’ve thought Colm would actually go through with his words, he didn’t expect to watch him pack his shit, not having said a word to him since yesterday. What did Oscar do anyway? Colm was leaving because of Zane, why was he pissed at him? The thoughts raced through his head on what he could’ve done wrong, though he kept his usual calm composure- Aside from his quivering hands. He almost dropped his cigarette as Zane raised his voice again, yelling something from the other room.

Oscar stood in the corner of Colm’s room like a shadow, completely silent and observing. Every piece of clothing shoved inside a bag with more force than necessary, his jaw clenched and eyes dull. He only glanced at Oscar for a second, chewing on his lips and not making a sound as he zipped up the bag and threw it over his shoulder. The old wood creaked underneath his feet as he walked out the room. Oscar silently followed from behind, throwing his cigarette onto the floor and stomping it out quickly.

“You’re a bitch you know that?” Zane came up in Colm’s face, trying to block his way to the front door. Colm didn’t react, only standing there as he let Zane spew whatever at him. He didn’t feel like having a screaming match with him, he was so tired of Zane’s bullshit. Hackle was sitting on the couch, the controller limp in his hands as he watched silently. This had happened before with Wren… how long until Zane ruined the whole collective? Zane took another step closer to Colm and grabbed his collar. “Fucking respond to me! You’re not fuckin’ mysterious!” He was glaring at Colm, searching for any sort of reaction. When none came, Zane felt his temper spiking again. Why the hell wasn’t he doing what he wanted?! Fueled by this newfound rage and need to provoke emotion in the man, he slammed Colm against the wall and pushed him up forcing him to stand on the tips of his toes. Colm’s eyes widened a bit and Zane could hear his breath hitch, he smirked a little when he pulled him forward just to sharply shove him backward again. Colm’s head knocked against the hard brick causing him to whine and instinctively move his hand towards the injury, bracing for another impact.

Zane’s gaze was fixed on Colm’s face, hungrily eyeing him down. He was panting heavily and sweating, as if he were some sort of wild animal. One of his hands let go of Colm’s sweater and went down to his own back pocket where he pulled out a cutter, placing the blade right under Colm’s Adam's apple.

The entire room fell into a deep silence, Hackle and Oscar too afraid to make a move, fearing that Zane might actually cut Colm if they tried to jump in between them. “Why do you think you can always have your fucking way?” Colm said suddenly. It took Zane a second to process that Colm was actually speaking, before he felt the other man start to grab back at him. Even though all he wanted earlier was a reaction from Colm, Zane’s volatile mood now made it feel like Colm reacting was the most disgraceful thing ever. “Shut the hell up! I didn’t ask you to speak, ya retard!” Zane raised the cutter again, bringing it back up to scratch against Colm’s neck. “I swear to god, touch me with that thing and I’ll fucking punch you.” Colm hissed, but pausing as he felt the cold steel slicing his collarbone open, not thinking Zane, being the pussy he is, would actually do anything.

Zane held the cutter still, moving his eyes off Colm’s face for the first time, and onto the cutter. He meant to cut deep, but the fact that the man’s collarbones stuck out because he insisted on starving himself did not help. “I told you to shut your fucking yap.” Zane was whispering now, pressing the cutter deeper into the cut he made, enjoying the sight of dark red blood trickling out the wound. Colm’s breath became heavier, his throat constricted and he could feel his eyes welling up with tears from the sharp sting. He couldn’t make any noise even if he wanted to, the risk of Zane actually cutting his throat open was too great.

It felt like the temperature in the room had risen, tension thick between the four men. Hackle got up slowly and left to go to his room, wanting to avoid any conflict before it escalated. Oscar continued to stare, his tongue tied. He wanted to defend Colm, even if he had been mean for no reason earlier, but the words just refused to come out. Seeing how aggressive he was, Oscar realised he had no chance against Zane. He just slumped his shoulders and followed Hackle out, shooting Colm one last pitiful glance.

Zane kept his focus on the cutter, sliding it back and forth, going in sync with Colm’s quickening pulse. His eyes glazed over and he was grinning manically. Bone. The pearly colour under the red was his white light at the holy gates. As his blissful state came down when he stopped cutting, he noticed one of Colm’s hands covering his own bloody one, guiding the blade deeper, and the other hand covering his hand and stifling his moans. Zane wasn’t even applying pressure anymore, Colm was doing it all himself. Why? That was HIS job?? “You fucken slut!” Zane suddenly pulled away and threw the cutter to the side, causing the other man to yelp and go rigid from the sudden loss of sensation.

Colm felt Zane’s hands wrap around his throat, his palms squeezing the air out his lungs. His eyes shut tightly and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly in an attempt to get some air. Zane liked the sight of him struggling and tightened his grip, keeping his eyes steady on Colm’s lips, watching as they quivered and turned purple. Colm slowly opened his eyes to look at Zane, eyelids hooded and his pupils dilated. He gathered up all his remaining strength to bring his hands to Zane’s throat too, not applying any pressure since he was too weak. Zane laughed at his attempt to choke him, finding it endearing.

He finally lets go of Colm’s throat and moves his hands to the back of the man’s head, one hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and the other holding his neck so that he wouldn’t try to go anywhere before smashing their lips together. Colm yelped at the sudden change in Zane’s demeanor. When he could finally breathe through his nose, the first thing he did was moan. He scrambled to push himself up against the wall, hands flying up to grab Zane’s shoulders for support. He lets the man’s tongue trace against every crevice of his mouth, feeling drool dripping down his chin. Zane was slobbering all over him now, as if he were a hungry dog. Colm was starting to see stars, wrapping his arms around Zane’s neck and pulling him closer, almost wanting to eat his face off.

The sound of lips smacking against each other and breathy moans filled the silence around them, Zane’s hands left his neck and hair to go grab at his skinny hips, thumbs caressing the protruding hipbones harshly causing Colm to cry out into his mouth. Zane pulls away to admire Colm’s lips for a second, red and swollen shining with spit. When the overwhelming feel of his mouth on Colms was disrupted, Zane became more aware of his surroundings, feeling something warm and sticky on him. Assuming it was just spit, he paid no attention to it. Though as more and more seeped onto his skin, he looked down and shit. Colm was practically bleeding out in his arms, both of their clothes and bodies smeared with blood. Zane, his impulsive nature popping up again, decided to just move his mouth to the wound, sucking and licking at it now. His teeth brushed against the exposed bone resulting in Colm thrashing and borderline screaming, his eyes shooting open and nails digging into Zane’s shoulders. “O-oh fuck..!” He whined, Zane showed no sign of stopping, his tongue tracing along the open wound and smudging blood all over his mouth and Colm’s collarbone.

Zane brought Colm’s hips closer to his so that their hard-ons would be pressed against each other, making both of them let out a loud groan. Only Colm was desperately trying to grind against him, bucking his hips wildly as he hugged him tight, hands clawing at the bigger man’s back. Zane let his hands slide into Colm’s pants and played with the waistband, tugging it and letting it snap back on his sensitive skin, making him flinch a little after every pull.

“Y-you’re the worst.” Colm gasps when Zane pulls away, the ginger boy had tears streaming down his face and his lips were chewed raw, his eyes full of want. He tried to move forward so that they could connect their lips again but Zane tilted his head away, smirking when he heard Colm let out a weak whimper. “I thought you wanted to leave?” Zane teased. Colm almost burst into tears and began shaking his head frantically. “N-no, no.. I want you! I want y-you, I promise!” He cried out fervently, He really doesn’t know why he even tried leaving in the first place. What the hell was Zane doing to him? He didn’t like feeling this way, so small and powerless. He had made a decision to abandon Haunted Mound forever and never look back, but the man that was tormenting him made it extremely difficult to actually do so.

It’s not like he wanted to do it, this was totally out of his control. He didn’t mean to drop to his knees. He didn’t mean to press his face against Zane’s crotch, grabbing his thighs and looking up at him with sullen eyes. He fucking hated Zane so much at this moment. The man that was towering him could only smile, proud of himself for breaking Colm, pushing him to this point of desperation and need. He ran his fingers through Colm’s soft hair, a little damp from sweat. He curled his fingers into a grasp and yanked at the locks, forcing Colm to face him, making him strain his neck a little. 

“What are y’waiting for?” Zane scoffed, raising a brow like he expected Colm to do all the work. The ginger boy could only roll his eyes and start unbuckling the man's belt and unzipping his pants, fumbling with the zipper because of the adrenaline surging through his bloodstream.

When he finally got the last piece of clothing out the way he was met with Zane’s dick standing tall in front of his face. It’s not like he was small, Zane was definitely above average. It scared Colm, he hadn’t done this in a while. He quietly pleaded for Zane to take the lead, he seemed to catch on as he guided the tip against his lips, forcing them to part so that he could push inside. 

Colm’s jaw already began to ache, Zane was never easy to completely take in. His eyes began watering again and his hands shakily grabbed at his own thighs in an attempt to keep them to himself. He began gagging loudly when Zane started to go deeper, the tip hitting the back of his throat, causing him to splutter and moan around the taller man’s member, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Zane groaned and began moving his hips, his pace gradually picking up speed leading to him now ramming into the man’s mouth. Colm’s eyes rolled back into his skull, the force of Zane’s thrusts relentlessly thudded the back of his head against the bricks behind him. He was uncontrollably whimpering, entire body trembling as he could feel his own climax approaching. Wow, he felt pathetic knowing he was about to come from getting his mouth fucked.

Zane didn’t seem to care about Colm’s pleasure though, cursing under his breath as his thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, shoving himself inside Colm’s mouth one last time before the shorter man could feel the thick liquid spilling down his throat.