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โฆ . Summary: (No correlation to other parts, only prologue) The bottle lands on Tim.
โฆ . Characters: Tim Wright (Masky) x Reader
โฆ . Warning: Alcohol, cigarettes, erotic asphyxiation, breath control play, semi-public sex, dirty talk, oral fixation, blowjobs, choking, risky sex, nicotine high, dizziness, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, spit, oral sex, rough oral sex, first time blow job
โฆ . Words: 12.1k
โฆ . Note: Please do not hang me and kill me for how long this took to post. Apologies! Hopefully the length makes up for it! School is officially over, so now I can dedicate my time to writing more, so be on the lookout! For all my blow job lovers (I see you and I appreciate you), this is for you!!!
It was ironic watching your fate be decided by a lousy beer bottle you hadnโt even gotten to drink out of yet.
But everything in this lousy mansion is out of your hands anyway.
The bottle spun on the coffee table, wobbling through the leftover alcohol and cigarette ash stains before it slowed and finally stopped.
It landed onโ
You looked up.
Tim.
Before the room could go completely silent, Jeff let out a loud, ugly laugh.
โWell shit,โ he crowed, leaning back on the couch and covering his face with his hands. โLooks like Timmy gets the consolation prize. Try not to bore her to death in there, old man.โ
Tim didnโt snap back. He just stared Jeff down from across the circle, his eyes dark and narrowed. There was something almost smug in the way he tilted his head, like he already knew exactly how much this was eating Jeff alive, how he could practically see right through his asshole demeanor.ย
He stared at Jeff long enough for the boy to sink back into himself a little, but not without rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he broke the stare down to glare out the window.
But then Tim turned and walked straight past you, his boots thumping on the floorboards as he headed down the short hallway toward the closet like he had all the time in the world.
You stayed seated for a beat, your heart suddenly kicking harder than it should.
Nina wasnโt having it. She popped up behind you with a bright, mischievous laugh and hooked her arms under yours, hauling you to your feet.
โNope! Donโt be a baby, babe. Go on!โ
She gave you a firm shove toward the direction Tim just went. A couple of the others whistled and clapped as you stumbled forward, but as you looked back one final time in anxiousness, all you saw was Jeffโs wide eyes watching you fade around the corner. In amongst the distraction, Brian had moved from his spot and was now leaning against the wall nearest the hall towards the closet. As you approached, he rummaged into his jacket pocket and fished out a silver flip lighter, pushing it into your hands before you could pass.
You looked down at it, feeling the cold weight in your hand, before looking at himโonly for the blond to give you a very confusing nod before he let you go. You shoved it into your back pocket.
Tim was already at the closet door. He yanked it open, reached up, and pulled the chain for the single bare bulb dangling inside. Weak yellow light spilled out over the hanging coats and junk boxes, flumes of dust floated out, and you had to wave the air in front of your face to keep from coughing. He stepped aside, one hand still holding the door, and tilted his head toward the inside.
You hesitated. โTim, I can justโโ
โGet over yourself,โ he cut you off, keeping his face flat and unreadable. Before you could retort again, he stepped in close, using his body to herd you forward until you were inside the cramped space. The door pulled shut behind him with a final click.
The muffled music and laughter from the living room dulled instantly, only the floorboard thumps under your shoes to keep you company.
Tim reached down and fiddled with the dials on his wristwatch, setting the timer with a few soft clicks. Seven minutes. The little hands began ticking immediately.
You both stood awkwardly about a foot and a half apart, your backs pressed against opposite walls of the cramped closet. You kept your eyes glued to the floor, occasionally fiddling with the hem of your shirt or picking at your fingernails. Tim, on the other hand, didnโt even try to hide the fact that he was watching you. His gaze was steadily honed on you, occasionally flicking toward the closed door like he was listening for footsteps or somebody snooping outside. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, digging around until he found his trusty pack of cigarettes. He shook one out and slid it between his lips like he always did.
Then he started patting his other pockets.
โShit,โ he grunted under his breath. โLeft my lighter with Brian.โ
โOh, wait.โ
You hesitated for a second before reaching into your back pocket and pulling out the worn silver lighter Brian had given you moments ago. You held it out to him without a word.
Timโs eyes flicked down to the lighter, then back up to your face. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took it from your fingers, his hand brushing yours.
He flicked it open, lit the cigarette, and took a long, deep drag. The tip glowed bright orange in the dim light. He exhaled a thick plume of smoke toward the ceiling, watching it curl and drift in the stale air, pockets of smog dancing like little ghosts around the lightbulb.
You raised an eyebrow. โYou really think itโs smart to smoke in a closet this small?โ
Tim shrugged one shoulder, completely unbothered. He took another drag, then lowered the cigarette, smoke pooling from between his lips as he spoke.
โProbably not.โ His voice was gravelly. โBut I've already decided to be in here with you. Might as well add this to the list of bad choices tonight.โ
You laughed.
He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes never really leaving you. The smoke continued to drift lazily between the two of you, filling the small space with the sharp scent of tobacco.
You shifted your weight against the wall under the intensity of his stare, your arms loosely crossed. The smoke was already starting to make the small space feel even stuffier.
โDo you think Jeffโs gonna retaliate at all?โ you asked one-offedly, reaching for anything to conversate about.
Tim took another slow drag, then exhaled through his nose. โNo.โ
He sounded sure. Almost bored.
โJeffโs emotional and jealous and got a nasty fucking temper,โ he continued, flicking ash onto the floor. โBut if heโs actually mad, heโll turn that shit on somebody else. Heโs too scared to come at me.โ
You let out a laugh, nodding. โYeahโฆ that sounds about right.โ
Tim tilted his head slightly, studying you. โWhyโre you concerned?โ
โNo reason,โ you said quickly, shrugging. โJustโฆ you two seem like youโre in some kind of secret competition. Itโs weird.โ
Tim went quiet for a long moment. He brought the cigarette back to his lips, taking two slow puffs while he thought. Smoke curled up between you like a hazy curtain.
โMaybe we are,โ he finally admitted.
You shook your head. โYouโre not the type to do childish shit like that.โ
Tim let out a short, rough laugh, almost like he was surprised by your response.
โFor the right person?โ he said, โI might.โ
The silence that followed felt heavier than moments before. The muffled noise from the living room seemed to fade even further away, only the cadence of the speakers thumping enough to let you know the party was still happening. You were both justโฆ looking at each other.ย
Then Tim pulled the cigarette from his mouth and held it out to you, offering it between two fingers.
You took it carefully. When you brought it to your lips, you could still feel the warmth from his mouth on the filter. You took a puff, the smoke filling your lungs with that familiar burn.
Timโs gaze stayed locked on your mouth, watching the way your lips wrapped around the same spot his had just been. His head tilted slightly, something unreadable shifting in his face as he tracked the motion.
When you lowered the cigarette and exhaled, he was still staring. So you stared right back at him, no longer pretending to study the floor.
Tim lookedโฆ different tonight, even if only slightly. His clothes were his usual thick jacket and jeans, but they were cleaner than normal, no random gunpowder smudges, no dirt or dried blood. His hair was a little more put together, and that ever-present stern, gruff expression sat heavy on his face like it always did.ย
It was nice seeing him without his mask amongst so many people, but that also meant that he couldnโt hide behind it, that he had to face you and everyone else with his whole selfโno Masky there to save him.
โYouโre being tense,โ he said bluntly, breaking the silence.
โWell, yeah,โ you answered, letting out a short breath.
Tim shrugged one shoulder, reaching out to take the cigarette from you and promptly taking two deep drags. โWeโve been alone together plenty of times before. This isnโt any different.โ
โIt is different,โ you countered. โThis isn't a mission or some supply run or something. This isโฆ this.โ You gestured vaguely at the cramped space left between you.
โI didnโt know context mattered that much to our relationship.โ
You let out an awkward little laugh, shifting against the wall. โItโs funny youโre even calling it a relationship.โ
Tim raised an eyebrow. โWhy?โ
You just shook your head, laughing again under your breath, unsure how to answer. He was being so blunt tonight, more direct than usual, like the straightforwardness was a shield. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw kept flexing, but he wouldnโt relax. It was like he was ready to punch you and run at any moment, if he wasnโt going to yell at you first.
โโฆAre you nervous?โ you asked quietly.
Tim didnโt answer right away. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist, studying the little ticking hands.
โSix minutes left,โ he said instead, completely sidestepping the question.
You let out an awkward laugh and shook your head.
โItโs okay if youโre nervous, you know,โ you told him. โThis is weird, but itโs just a stupid game to embarrass everyone. Itโs not serious.โ
Timโs eyes narrowed. โI know that.โ
He passed the cigarette back. You brought it to your lips and inhaled, mostly just to give your hands something to do. The smoke filled your lungs, but it did nothing to ease the thick tension sitting between you, even if it did make you a little lightheaded.
The two of you kept staring at each other.
You finally spoke again. โAre you only playing because Jeff egged you on?โ
Tim let out a dry laugh and looked down at his boots for a second before his gaze returned to yours.
โNo,โ he said simply. โIโm playing because I wanted to.โ
โWhy would you want to play something like this?โ
โWhy would you?โ he asked, turning the question right back on you.
The air felt heavier. You swallowed. โIโmโฆ not sure.โ
Timโs eyebrow lifted slightly.
โReally?โ It seemed like he was almost teasing you.
You held his gaze for a long second, then let out a breath.ย
โNo.โ
He took the cigarette back when you offered it, but he didnโt bring it to his lips right away. He just kept watching you, smoke curling slowly from the tip.
The timer on his watch continued its quiet ticking. Five minutes left.
Tim finally spoke again. โGood. At least weโre being honest now.โ
You narrowed your eyes at him.
โYou think Iโm not being honest?โ
Tim shook his head slowly. โNot with yourself.โ
You let out a short, disbelieving breath. โWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?โ
โYouโre not being honest with what you want.โ
โOh, so you know what I want now?โ you shot back, irritation rising fast. โYou know whatโs best for me?โ
โYeah,โ he said simply, like it was obvious. โIโve got a pretty good idea.โ
That irritated you more than it should have. You pushed off the wall slightly, glaring up at him.
โYouโre just being rude now, man.โ
โYouโve never had a problem with my rudeness before.โ
โContext,โ you muttered, reiterating the idea he couldnโt seem to grasp.
โAh, yes,โ he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. โContext.โ He took one last drag before dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his boot. โLike the context of Jeff pretending heโs got some kind of claim over youโฆ and you going along with it.โ
Your stomach twisted. โJeff does not have a claim over me.โ
The words had barely left your mouth before Tim took a single, big step forward.
The already cramped closet shrank instantly. He loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the weak light from the bulb overhead. The smell of smoke and pine and that familiar warm scent that always clung to him filled the air between you, almost overwhelming you. You pressed your back against the wall once again.
He stared down at you, almost looming.
โThen who does?โ
His face was close now, close enough that you could see the thick stubble on his jaw and the tired lines at the corners of his eyes. He wasnโt touching you, but the sheer presence of him made your back press harder against the wall.
You glared up at him, your heart kicking against your ribs as the silence stretched, but after a long moment, you finally answered.
โNobody.โ
You caught it.
For just a split second, Timโs dark eyes flicked down to your mouth as you said the word, watching the shape of it on your lips. He snapped them back up to yours almost immediately, probably hoping you didnโt catch it. But you did.
You swallowed, then added, โNot even Slenderman.โ
Tim let out a short, rough laugh.
โHe wouldnโt like hearing you say that too much.โ
โWellโฆโ you tilted your head slightly, still staring up at him, โheโs not here, is he?โ
This time, Tim didnโt even try to hide it. His gaze dropped to your mouth again and stayed there longer. You watched his jaw flex, the muscle ticking under the skin as his eyes traced the curve of your lips.ย
It felt like it was getting harder to breathe.
When his eyes finally dragged back up to yours, they seemed darker than before.
โNo,โ he murmured. โHeโs not.โ
Before you could say anything more, Tim reached into his jacket pocket again, pulling out the same pack of cigarettes.
You huffed. โSeriously? Itโs been, what, two minutes since your last one. Can you really not take a break?โ
He didnโt answer. He just shook another cigarette out, lit it with the same silver lighter youโd handed him earlier, and took two puffs. The tip burned bright orange, and exhaled the smoke through his nose.ย
Then his hand moved.
He reached out and clasped your jaw firmly, his thick fingers pressing into your cheeks and smooshing them together until your lips puckered. Your hand flew up on instinct, grabbing his wrist and tugging down, but he didnโt budge an inch. His grip was strong.
โTimโโ your voice was a little muffled against the strain of his grip. For a second you wondered if youโd actually pissed him off.
โOpen.โ
You blinked. โWhat?โ
โOpen your mouth.โ
You searched his face, looking for any sign that he was joking, but there was nothing playful there. You didnโt know if you could laugh out of caution of making him more mad, soโฆ you did what you were told.
When he was satisfied, Tim leaned in and placed the lit cigarette between your puckered lips, then used his thumb to close your mouth around it.
โYou know what to do,โ he murmured.
He didnโt let go of your jaw.
You had no choice but to inhale. You took a normal, comfortable drag, the smoke filling your lungs before you exhaled it through your nose. You stared up at him, confused, waiting for some kind of explanation. Was this supposed to be degrading? Some weird power move? Or some weird one-off joke that youโve never known him to make?
But his grip stayed firm on your cheeks, and his expression didnโt change. He didnโt look satisfied.
You started to squirm, pawing at his arm. โTimโโ
โMore,โ he said.
You tried to speak around the cigarette, fumbling the filter between your teeth. โWhatโs happening right nowโโ
He stepped even closer, one of his boots planting between your feet so your legs were forced to part slightly. His other hand came up to tilt your chin higher, making you look straight up into his face. The overhead light cast harsh shadows over his stern features.
โKeep going,โ he grunted.
You furrowed your brows, but obeyed, taking another drag. Then another. He watched every inhale with utmost interest.
โCโmon,โ he said quietly, almost coaxing you. โDonโt stop.โ
You inhaled again, deeper this time, pulling harder on the cigarette. The smoke burned hotter going down. Your head started to feel light.
โAgain,โ he continued. โAs much as you can.โ
You kept going, breath after breath, the nicotine hitting harder with every pull. Your vision began to swim. A heavy, dizzy fog rolled over your mind as the rush flooded your system. Your knees felt weak. The hand you had on his arm tightened, trying to steady yourself as the world tilted slightly.
Timโs grip on your jaw stayed iron-still, holding you in place while he watched your face closely, seeing every detail of your flushed cheeks and drooping eyes and your steadily relaxing muscles.
โThatโs it,โ he muttered, soothing, almost. โOne more. Big one.โ
You whimpered softly around the cigarette, head spinning badly now, but you did it anyway. You pulled long and deep until your lungs were burning and the dizziness crashed over you like a wave. The nicotine buzz was overwhelming and sharp and heady, and making everything feel floaty and too warm.
Tim finally pulled the cigarette from between your lips.
You immediately exhaled hard, right into his faceโa thick cloud of smoke rushing out as you tried to empty your burning lungs. The motion triggered a coughing fit. Your eyes watered, your vision became blurry, and you felt completely dizzy and messy, probably looking a little disheveled.
But Tim kept his hand firmly on your jaw, holding your face in place. A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched you struggle, not out of malice but he was clearly satisfied now.
Your head was still swimming badly. You tried to steady yourself, taking shaky, deep breaths of the thick, smoggy air in the tiny closet. The nicotine buzz was intense, making everything feel too floaty and too warm and too out of your body.
โTimโฆ I feel really dizzy,โ you managed, a little breathless.
You heard him chuckle, โI know.โ
His thumb slowly dragged across your bottom lip, wiping away the spit that had gathered there from coughing and your heavy breathing. His eyes followed the motion.
Then, without warning, he brought the cigarette back to his own mouth, took one long, final drag, and dropped it to the floor. He crushed it under his boot right next to the first one.
Before you could even catch your breath, Tim leaned down and kissed you.
He grabbed both sides of your face with his rough hands, holding you firmly as he brought your faces together. Your hands shot up and pressed against his chest, bracing yourself against the embarrassment that was breaking through your mental haze. This was ridiculous. It was some weird, controlling kink thingโฆ but your brain wasnโt working well enough to care.
All you could focus on was how warm his hands felt against your cheeks and how good his mouth felt on yours.
Then his tongue pushed past your lips, and he breathed the smoke from his lungs into your mouth.
The sudden rush made your head spin all over again. You let out a muffled groan and gripped the front of his jacket tighter, your fingers twisting into the thick fabric. Tim responded by dropping his hands to your waist and yanking your body flush against his.
Oh.
He was hard. You could feel him clearly through his jeans, pressed against your lower stomach. For a split second, nervousness flared in your chest.
Should you be nervous? Probably.
But the thought dissolved almost as quickly as it came.
Fuck it.
You kissed him back harder, desperate to feel something solid amongst all of your dizziness. Tim groaned in his throat and tilted your head, kissing you like he was starving for it, like this was all heโd ever wanted.
It became too much.
The smoke, the nicotine, the heat of his bodyโyou couldnโt breathe. You pushed against his chest with both hands. Tim pulled back just enough for you both to gasp for air.
Thick smoke wafted out of both of your mouths, curling between your faces and up into the muggy air. You noted how Timโs face looked, how the smoke parted around his jaw and up above the dark hair in his head. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. His hands stayed locked on your waist, but his chest rose and fell rhythmically under your palms.
It was getting hard to tell if Tim had always looked this good, or if the overwhelming amount of nicotine in your bloodstream was making your brain go numb.
But after a minute of panting, you felt your senses returningโmost notably, the loud pulse of the music from the living room vibrating through the walls and into your shaky bones. You slowly started regaining your steadiness, the dizzy fog beginning to lift. Tim slid a flat palm up your back.
โDeep breaths,โ he hums.
You obeyed without thinking, too deep in whatever headspace heโd pushed you into to pretend it didnโt feel ridiculously good. Each inhale felt almost euphoric, your chest rising and falling as you breathed in the thick, smoky air. You gripped the shoulders of his jacket, and after a moment you noticed he was breathing in time with you, drinking down fresh air as you did.
You glanced up at his face. The usual stern mask he wears had fallen into something lazier, almost hazy. He looked a little lost just staring at you with his half-lidded eyes.
When you blinked long enough to reset your vision, you met his eyes again, and he began to lean in toward your lips, his eyes dropping to your mouth in time with his movement. You let him come to you, tilting your chin up to meet himโ
His watch started beeping sharply under his sleeve, knocking the moment right off kilter.
You both jerked back, staring at each other like youโd completely forgotten why you were even in the closet in the first place. Whatever obnoxious spell you both were under vanished. From outside, the music in the living room suddenly cut off. You could hear laughter and the sound of people scrambling down the hallway toward you.
Tim stepped back, putting space between you again. He adjusted his jeans, and tried his best to smooth his jacket out. By the time the door flew open, you were both standing roughly where you started with your backs against opposite walls, trying (and failing) to look casual.
The closet door swung open and you were immediately hit with fresh air and very nosy faces.
Tobyโs was the only one you registered, though. The thick cloud of smoke rolled out past them into the hallway. He wrinkled his nose dramatically, grimacing at you two.
โJ-Jesus, man,โ he laughed. โYouโre really smm-smoking in h-here? In a fucking clo-closet?โ
Tim just blew air through his nose, clearly unimpressed. He shoved Tobyโs head to the side and stepped out, brushing past the group without another word. He didnโt even glance back at you before heading down the hall.
You tried to follow, but Tobyโs eyes locked onto you and he let out a shrill laugh.
โHo-ly shit. You donโt loo-look too hah-hot right now.โ
โShut up,โ you groaned, brushing past him as he started firing off questions.
โWhatโd h-he do? D-Did he make yo-you cry? Why do you smell like an ahh-ashtray? Waitโdid you guys actually do an-anything orโโ
You ignored him and made a beeline for the kitchen, desperate for something cold to drink. Your head was still swimmy and light, the nicotine making everything feel slightly tilted as you stumbled through the still-trashed house.
You passed Tim on the way. He had already found his usual spot right next to Brian, the two of them leaning against the wall like they were physically incapable of being more than three feet apart for more than ten minutes. Timโs eyes flicked to you as you walked by, but he didnโt say anything. Brian, however, didnโt take his eyes off of you as you passed, gathering all the information he needed just from the state of you.
You yanked open the fridge, grabbed the first beer you saw, and popped it open. You drank nearly half of it in one go, the cold yeasty liquid soothing your raw throat and helping ground you a little.
Unfortunately, you werenโt alone for long.
Toby wandered in after you, Natalie right beside him and EJ trailing quietly behind them. The three of them formed a little triangle, watching you like a very nosy, very abrasive little troupe of bastards.
Most of the party in the living room had devolved into loud chugging contests and some money-gambling version of Go Fish that involved way too many rules and even more yelling. You were grateful almost everyone else was too distracted to notice how obviously rattled you wereโexcept for these dipshits.
Toby leaned on the island counter, grinning wide enough to make your blood boil a bit. โSoโฆ you guh-gonna tell us what hah-happened in there or do w-we have to guess?โ
Natalie tilted her head. โYou look like you just got punched in the faceโฆ but, like, not in a bad way.โ
You opened your mouth, ready to snap something mean and defensive, but before you could get it out, Brian walked into the kitchen.
โAlright, thatโs enough,โ he waved a hand at the trio. โMove along. Go have your little orgy somewhere else and leave people alone.โ
Jack let out a raspy little laugh, which was rare enough that it surprised you into laughing too. Toby whined dramatically but let Natalie tug him away. The three of them shuffled out, Toby still throwing questions over his shoulder until they disappeared back toward the living room and out of your field of vision.
Once they were gone, Brian opened the fridge, rummaged through the junk and pulled out a beer for himself, then popped the tab. He leaned against the counter across from you and took a sip as he studied your face, which you were trying very hard to make seem normal.
โYou alright?โ he asked quietly.
You nodded, sipping at your beer if only to give your hands something to do. โYeahโฆ just a littleโฆ shaken up.โ
Brian gave an understanding nod. โTim can be a little intense sometimes. Heโs either completely honed in or not interested at all. Sometimes he forgets that not everybody is like that, too.โ
Your face burned with embarrassment, but if there was anyone you could talk to about this, it was Brian. He knew Tim better than anyone.
You tapped the cold glass of the bottle in your hands for a second, then asked, โDo you think he only did it because he was pissed about Jeff?โ
Brian shook his head immediately.
โNah. Tim doesnโt work like that. Jeffโs just an annoying, loud mouth kid to him. He doesnโt lose his head over shit like that.โ
You stared down at your beer, chewing on your lip. โThenโฆ why?โ
Brian took another sip, then jerked his chin toward the back door.
โHeโs out on the porch right now. Andโheโs not smoking.โ Brian raised his eyebrows. โWhen Timโs not smoking, it means heโs thinking. Thinking real hard.โ
He pushed off the counter, nodding toward the fridge.
โGo take him a beer. Thatโll ease him up.โ
You watched Brian disappear back into the living room, then immediately pressed the cold beer bottle against your forehead and closed your eyes. The chill helped a little, but your stomach was still doing nervous flips. Not scared-of-Tim flips. Just stupid, schoolgirl-crush, heart-in-your-throat flips. Barf. It was embarrassing as hell.
โGet it together,โ you muttered to yourself.
You popped open the fridge again, grabbed the last beer, and started heading for the back porch.ย
But the second you reached the kitchen doorway, you froze.
Jeff was standing there, leaning against the frame, and blocking your path. He didnโt say a word. Just stared at you. And it was soโฆ unreadable. His eyes flicked over your face, your slightly messy hair, the flush still lingering on your cheeks.
You stared right back.
The silence stretched uncomfortably. For a moment it felt like neither of you would move, but for as much ruckus as Jeff had caused tonight, you were more-than-willing to be rid of him right now. You had bigger things on your plate.ย
You squared your shoulders and shoved past him, knocking his arm out of the way with your shoulder.
He didnโt try to stop you.
You moved quickly through the hallway, the noise of the party fading behind you as you pushed through the back door and stepped out onto the wrap-around back porch.
The night air was cooler out here compared to the thick mug of coffee alcohol and smoke inside, trading the damp smells for fresh pines and wet dirt. Most of the party had moved or stayed inside, so the porch was vacant for the most part. But at the far end, where the railing curved into shadows and no one could see if they didnโt come outside, stood Tim.
He was leaning forward on the railing, staring out into the dark tree line like he was looking for something. He didnโt turn when he heard the door open. He didnโt glance over as your shoes creaked across the wooden planks. But you knew that he knew it was you.
You walked up and stopped beside him, setting the unopened beer on the railing near his hand, little beads of condensation dripping onto the wood.
For a few seconds, there was only the sound of crickets and the low hum from inside. You looked out into the treeline too, seeing how the dark shadows gave way to a black void beyond where the porch lights could reach. There were so many creatures and monsters out there, but none of them even came close to shaking your nerves like the man standing right next to you.
โHey.โ
Tim finally turned his head, his eyes sliding over to meet yours.ย
Timโs stare had always been like iron, so sharp and guarded and prickling with intensity that kept almost everyone at armโs length. But right now it lookedโฆ weary? Tired in a way that seemed deeper than just the late hour and the shitty beer.ย
Then his gaze dropped to the bottle in your hand.ย
โWhatโs this?โ
โPeace offering,โ you said, pushing it toward him a little further. โYou looked like you could use one.โ
Tim looked at you again, then at the bottle, before taking it. He twisted the cap off and took a long pull. Almost immediately his face twisted and he huffed through his nose.
โJesus Christ, thatโs awful.โ
You couldnโt help but smile as you took another drink from your own. For a while, the two of you just leaned against the railing side by side, listening to the crickets and the distant rustle of the woods. The party noises inside felt miles away.
Eventually Tim huffed again, almost like he was annoyed with himself.
โIโm sorry for overstepping in there,โ he said quietly. โI got lost in the theatrics of it all.โ
You shook your head. โI wouldโve told you to stop if I didnโt like it.โ
โฆ
You both caught it at the same timeโthe admission, the way it lingered. Your eyes met again.
Tim turned his head fully toward you, that weary look sharpening into something more focused.
โDid you like it?โ he asked, and itโs like the words turned to static as they reached your ears.
You looked down at your shoes for a minute.
It had thrown you off, sure. The tightness of the space, the weird dynamic between you two, even the sheer amount of embarrassment from having to play this game at all made your brain feel like mush. But you couldnโt deny it.
It felt good.
The dizziness. The way your head went fuzzy and floaty. The way he took control of you completely and didnโt let you hide from it. The way every thought in your brain is stamped out the moment oxygen is absent from you.
Yeahโฆ it felt good. A lot better than you were ever going to admit.
You took a big drink to buy yourself time for something witty to say, only to realize youโd already finished the entire bottle and there were only droplets left. You sighed and met his stare again.
โItโs a weird question,โ you grimaced with an awkward little laugh.
Tim didnโt laugh with you.
He pushed off of the railing and stepped closer, close enough that you were suddenly the same distance apart as youโd been in that stupid closet. And who wouldโve thought, but the fresh air out here suddenly became thicker in your lungs too.
His free hand lifted slowly. You watched it rise, your heart kicking off its rapid thumps like shoes in a washing machine once again. His fingers brushed the side of your neck first, and he was sure to feel the goosebumps that were rising there, before they slid from their position to lace around either side of your throat. His palm rested just under your chin.
You stalled completely. Went stock-still.
Heat flooded your face so fast you were sure you looked ridiculous. That familiar, stupid nervousness rushed back over you like a wave, making your breath catch and the tips of your fingers feel numb.
โDo you know your answer now?โ he grumbled.
You stared up at him, completely dumbfounded. The words wouldnโt come. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Before you could find your voice, Tim reached down with his free hand and pried the empty beer bottle youโd forgotten about from your fingers. He set it on the railing beside his own, then closed the last bit of distance between you until your noses almost bumped.
His fingers flexed against the sides of your neck, applying the easiest amount of pressure to your airway.
You gasped sharply and your hands flew up on instinct, grabbing his wrist tightly.
โIs this okay?โ he murmured.
You didnโt answer right away. The pressure made your breath go shallow, a warm, heavy feeling blooming in your head. It wasnโt painfulโjust intense. Overwhelming. Your pulse hammered against his palm.
After a second, you gave him a small nod.
That was all he needed.
Tim leaned in and kissed you, his beer-tasting lips sliding to meet yours, while his hand squeezed a little harder around your throat. It pinpointed your senses onto himโonto how labored he was making your breaths, how fuzzy he was making you feel, how warm and mushy and light all at once.ย
You whimpered against his mouth, the sound embarrassingly whiny and needy as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your fingers tightened around his wrist, doing little to keep yourself afloat as your knees weakened.
Timโs other hand slid down and grabbed your hip firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled you tighter against him.
You tilted your head up further, sliding your hands from his wrist all the way up to the collar of his jacket. You tugged at him, yanking his chest flush against yours. Tim grunted, growling into the kiss and pushing his tongue between your lips, invading your senses.
Things started to get muggy really quick.
His hand around your throat tightened just enough to make your airway feel suddenly shallow. Every breath came out smaller, sweeter, turning your little gasps and whines into something embarrassingly needy between kisses. The more you whimpered, the more Tim chuckled warmly against your mouth.
He finally pulled back just enough for you to gasp in a proper breath, but his hand stayed glued around your throat firmly. Spit glistened on your swollen lips. You were the picture of bliss right now with your hazy eyes and flushed cheeks and lightheaded demeanor. Tim studied your face for a second, then shook his head slightly, like he wasnโt satisfied.
โYouโre still too coherent,โ he grumbled.
His hand left your hip and rose to your mouth. His thumb traced slowly around your wet lips, smearing the spit across them until they shone. Then he pushed his thumb between your parted lips, sliding it over your tongue.
You tasted the salt of his skin and sighed.
He gently bobbed his thumb in and out of your mouth, teasing, his eyes locked on the sight. You wrapped your lips around it instinctively and started licking, swirling your tongue under the pad of his thumb like it wasnโt completely desperate and embarrassing.
The effect on Tim was immediate, though.
โFuckโฆโ He pressed his thumb deeper for a moment, then pulled it out slowly, dragging it across your bottom lip. His hand around your throat flexed again, applying that perfect amount of pressure that made your head swim even more and your blinking grow more rapid.
โYou have no idea what you look like right now.โ His hips pressed forward against you, letting you feel exactly how hard he was. โHow good you look.โ
Tim dipped his thumb back into your mouth, sliding it slowly over your tongue. Without thinking, you started bobbing your head, sucking on it with gently eager pulls.
โGood job,โ his voice dripped with approval.
The words hit you like a spark to dry tinder. Your stomach flipped, heat flooding low in your belly.
He pulled his thumb out, dragging it across your bottom lip and leaving your mouth open and wet. Then he latched his mouth back into yours, kissing you deeply while his hand squeezed tighter.
You moaned into his mouth, the sound snagged as your air began to dissipate.
The kiss turned heated, your tongues sliding hot and messy, teeth nipping each other's lips, both of you breathing hard through it. Tim growled against you, devouring every little sound you gave him.
He pulled back just enough to speak. โIf you wanted this the whole time, you couldโve just asked, sweetheart.โ
Then his grip on your throat tightened hard.
Your eyes widened. A sharp, shrill sound escaped you as your airflow suddenly cut off completely. Your hands flew back to his wrist, gripping tight. Your eyes fluttered with tears and rolled slightly as the pressure built fast in your head.
โThatโs it,โ he kept his voice steady. โDonโt be too loud now, canโt have anybody seeing what a mess you are, now can we?โ
In your haze, everything felt overwhelming. The rush of blood making your face burn hot. The tight, rigid tension in your body. The floating sensation in your head. It was turning you on so badly you could barely think, could barely keep tabs on the rest of your body.
So, you gave in.
Your body went a little limp in his hold, trusting him, melting against his chest. Failed little breaths turned into choked, whimpering moans that rumbled against his palm. Your thighs pressed together as heat throbbed between them horribly. Tim groaned in time with your sounds, pressing his hard cock against your hip and grinding away, letting you feel how much this was affecting him too.
โDoes it feel good?โ his lips brushed your cheek as he kissed you almost tenderly. โYou can let go. Iโve got you, doll.โ
You were clawing at his wrist now, not to pull him off, but because the pressure in your head kept building at a staggering rate, a bright white heat spreading through your senses, numbing everything else. It felt so fucking good. So freeing. Like every nerve in your body was lit up and floating at the same time.
You felt warm lines of tears roll down your cheeks.
โAwhโฆ poor thing,โ he breathed. โDonโt you know anybody could walk around this porch right now and see you? Anyone can see what aโฆ fuckโฆ what a mess you are.โ
He stilled up after he said that, like he realized something, like he just had the air punched out of him.
Then he finally let go.
The rush of air back into your lungs hit you like a truck. You coughed violently, your chest doing great swoops as you gasped and choked, desperately trying to pull oxygen back in and getting interrupted by your own coughs. Your legs buckled, but Tim caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you upright against his chest.
He grumbled his support through it, โThere you go. Take it easy.โ
When you finally felt steady enough, you lifted your head from its position of staring blearily down at your shoes. Your cheeks were wet with tears, and you could still feel the mess of spit on your swollen lips. The embarrassment tries to wash over you, but is ultimately overpowered by the thumping ache in your stomach and head.
Tim tilted your chin up with his thumb, studying your face carefully.
โYou alright?โ he asked, glancing from one eye to the other, registering how much wider your pupils had become.
You took a shaky second, then nodded. โโฆYeah.โ
It was silent for a moment, before you both spoke again:
โYou satisfiโ?โ
โCan you do it again?โ
Tim groaned. โFuck.โ
He grabbed your arm and tugged you backward along the porch, moving you both around the corner of the house where the wrap-around deck tucked against the wall. It was much more private hereโsomeone would have to step fully outside and round the corner to see you.
The second you were hidden from view, Timโs hands landed on your shoulders and pushed you down.
Your knees hit the wooden planks without any resistance. The dizziness was back full tilt, so you swayed a little as you settled, fighting the fog in your head to look up at him. Tim towered over you, broad and dark against the night sky, the porch light casting sharp shadows across his burly face.
Jesus Christ, heโs hot as fuck.
He stared down at you for a moment, breathing harder now, his chest rising and falling in big pulses. He brought both hands to either side of your face, cupping your cheeks and curling his fingers under your jaw. His thumbs brushed over your tear-streaked skin, wiping some of it away.
You broke eye contact and looked straight ahead, right at your eye level.
Fuck.
Timโs bulge was obvious, straining hard against the front of his jeans, the thick outline pulsing slightly with his heartbeat. Your lips parted on a shaky gasp. Even with your vision still a little blurry from the lack of oxygen, it was so evident, you couldnโt look away. Your mouth watered.
You wanted it. Horribly.ย
Tim slid one hand to the back of your head, cupping it to keep your limp, oxygen-deprived body from tipping over. Your skin felt prickly all over, your nerves buzzing and firing off in little shivers.
You dragged your gaze back up to his face, swallowing hard.
โI want it,โ you whispered, your voice so small you barely even heard it.
Timโs lips curved into a grin, his eyebrows raising in mock question. The sight of it made your stomach flip.
โYeah?โ he murmured, stroking your cheek with his thumb. โYou want it so badโฆ then youโre gonna have to take it for yourself.โ
Your eyes dropped back down in front of you, then up to his belt. Your hands felt weak, but you raised them anyway and you worked at his belt buckle, the metal clinking as you pulled the leather through the clasps, fighting to get it open.
Tim didnโt help you. He just stood there, letting you struggle with the button and zipper, punctuating every step of the way with little sighs or grunts of approval.
โThatโs it,โ he said when you finally got the zipper down. โGo on, then. Show me what you want.โ
Tim leaned his shoulders back against the side of the house, the wood creaking under his weight as he rolled his hips forward just slightly, like he was offering himself to youโor asking you to hurry upโyou werenโt sure.
He was wearing dark navy boxers, and right at the tip of the very prominent bulge there was a small, damp spot where the fabric clung to him. Heart hammering, you shifted higher on your knees. Your hands were still shaky from the lack of oxygen earlier, but you reached up anyway, curling your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. His skin was warm, almost hot, under your fingertips. You noticed the dark trail of hair starting just below his navel, leading down and disappearing beneath the fabric.
You swallowed hard and tugged his boxers down.
The second you pulled them past his hips, his cock sprang free, so heavy, bobbing once right in front of your face.
Oh my god.
He was big. Not porn-star scumbag long, but thick like the rest of his body, girthy in a way that made your stomach tighten with nervous excitement. The flushed head was already glistening with pre-cum, a shiny bead forming at the slit and threatening to drip right there in front of your lips. He was thickest in the middle, the length curving a bit where a prominent vein snaked the underside, throbbing every few moments. You could see it twitch slightly in time with his pulse. All to lead to a dark, messy patch of hair at his pelvis.
Everything felt hazy. You were a little awestruck and more than a little intimidated.
Tim let out a relieved huff when his cock finally fell free, almost like heโd been holding his breath. You could feel the heat rolling off him, smell the musk of his skin and the air from the night. Your thighs pressed together instinctively as another wave of dizzy heat washed through you.
Timโs voice groveled from above you, โYou gonna just stare at it all night?โ
There was a punch of amusement in his tone, but mostly it was strained, like he was trying very hard to stay patient while you knelt before him, wide-eyed and visibly overwhelmed.
His cock gave another twitch right in front of you, another bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
โIโฆ Iโve neverโฆ I meanโโ
Tim chuckled. โUse your words.โ
You swallowed over the lump in your throat, your cheeks burning hotter. โIโm nervous,โ you mumbled. โIโve never doneโฆ this before.โ
Tim raised an eyebrow, tilting his head so he was looking down the bridge of his nose at you. The corner of his mouth twitched.
โNobodyโs used this mouth before?โ he asked, almost disbelieving.
He slid his hand from the back of your head to cup under your chin, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip before tugging it down and parting your lips for him. His brows furrowed as he stared at your open mouth.
You licked your lips nervously. โWill youโฆ be easy?โ
Tim let out a chuckle, the sound warm in his chest.
โAs much as I can be,โ he grinned.
Then both of his hands moved to either side of your head, cupping your jaw and cheeks. You placed your hands over his, clutching his fingers tightly as he guided your head forward. Your heartbeat was so violent in your chest you thought heโd be able to hear it.
โOpen up.โ
You parted your lips wider, your eyes fixed on his tip as it disappeared under your nose and he eased the head past them. The tip bumped your tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum spreading across your mouth. You let out a shaky breath through your nose, squeezing his hands harder.
The thick head of his cock slid over your tongue as he pushed in slowly. You opened your mouth wider on instinct, trying to make room for him. He tasted warm and a little gritty, exactly like how he always smelled naturally. Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to relax your jaw, breathing quickly through your nose.
Tim let out a groan above you, โFuckโฆ so wet,โ his voice tight with restraint.
He angled your head a little more with both hands and pushed forward again. The tip bumped against the roof of your mouth, making you jerk slightly. Tim hissed through his teeth.
โWatch your teeth, sweetheart.โ
He adjusted the angle and pushed a little deeper. You felt your lips stretch around him as roughly the first third of his length filled your mouth. It was a lot and heavy on your tongue, stretching your jaw in a way that made your head spin even more.
You ran your tongue slowly along the sensitive underside of the head, licking at the leaking slit.
โShitโโ Tim cursed sharply, his hips twitching forward on their own.
He shifted his weight, steadying himself against the wall, then tugged your head back and forth, bobbing you along the first few inches of his cock. The motion was slow, letting you get used to the size and weight of him.
โThatโs it,โ he breathed. โJust like that. Relax your jawโฆ good. Suck a little harder when I pull you forwardโmmhโyeah, fuck, just like that.โ
He guided your head forward and back, daring to pull you a little deeper on his length every time.
โEasy now,โ he instructed, stroking your cheek. โDonโt try to take too much yet. Just focus on relaxingโgood. Yeah. Youโre doing good.โ
You could feel his hesitance in how he grabbed you, how he was holding himself stiff to not jar you too roughly. But you asked for this, so he shouldnโt hold back for your sake.
So when he pulled your head back, you scrunched your brows and pushed forward instead, taking more of him into your mouth. Tim groaned, his thumbs pressing harder into your cheeks as you stretched your lips wider around his size. Nearly halfway now.
You coughed around him, your eyes watering as he filled your mouth so completely. The stretch burned pleasantly at the corners of your lips and your jaw ached from the awkward stretch, but you didnโt pull away. Instead, you let go of his wrists. One hand braced against his pelvis, feeling the tense muscle straining there, while the other wrapped around the thick base of his cock and gave a tentative squeeze.
Tim cursed sharply under his breath, his thumbs digging harder into your cheeks. โThere you go,โ he grunted.
You leaned in and took him deeper, sucking on the first half of his length as best you could. The hand wrapped around his base made it easier to angle him, letting you slide your lips further down his shaft. You bobbed your head slowly, trying to find a rhythm, your tongue pressing and sliding along the underside as you worked him.ย
Tim's hips tried to buck forward before he caught himself.
โShitโฆ you sure youโve never done this before?โ he breathed, staring down at you. โYouโre a fucking natural.โ
He slid one hand into your hair, gripping just tight enough to guide you, and started pulling your head back and forth rhythmically. You let him set it, relaxing your jaw as much as you could while your hand continued stroking what your mouth couldnโt reach. Your spit was already coating him, making everything slick and messy, dripping down his shaft as your tongue ran over every inch you could reach.
Timโs breathing grew ragged, broken up by low grunts and curses every time you sucked harder or swirled your tongue around the sensitive head.
โThatโs itโฆ ahhโfuck,โ he murmured when you choked a little. โWho wouldโve thought youโd be this good.โ
He rocked his hips in time with the movement of your head, fucking shallowly into your mouth while his fingers stayed tangled in your hair. The obscene wet sounds coming from your mouth were the only noise rivaling the crickets and bugs in the woods, besides Timโs heavy breathing and the mumbled jump of music from inside. Please let it be loud enough so nobody can hear, you thought.
You tried to take more of him, pushing forward eagerly, but the thick head of his cock nudged against the entrance of your throat and you immediately choked, coughing hard around him. You had to pull back, gasping with watery eyes.
Frustration burned in your chest. You wanted thisโwanted himโso you tried again, forcing yourself deeper. Same result. Your throat closed up, and you gagged, pulling back with a wet, embarrassing sound.
One more try. You opened wider, shoved your face forward, and immediately choked again. Lewd, messy noises spilled from your throat as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
Timโs hands tightened on the sides of your head.
โEasy,โ he cooed. โSlow down, doll. Youโre pushing too hard.โ
He guided you back until just the swollen tip rested on your tongue. You sucked on it obediently, apologetically, swirling your tongue over the leaking slit, tasting the salty pre-cum that kept dribbling out. Tim let out a moan, gritting his teeth as he watched.
You tried again anyway, your jaw aching in protest as you shoved forward, furrowing your brows in concentration. The wet sounds that came out of you were filthy. Tim groaned again, but this time he pulled you off completely, his cock slipping from your lips with a slick pop.
You gasped for air, spit and tears smeared across your chin and cheeks as you recollected your senses. Tim wiped at your face with his thumb, smearing the mess even more as he looked down at you.
โYouโre doing perfectly,โ he strained. โWhatโs the matter?โ
You swallowed, still catching your breath, staring at his throbbing, spit-slick cock hovering in front of youโwhich you wanted so desperately.
โI want you to go harder,โ you choked over a hoarse voice.
โYouโve barely started. You need to get comfortable firstโโ
โI donโt care,โ you cut in, looking up at him with watery eyes. โI want you to use me. Like how you choked me earlierโฆ I want to feel that. I want you to make me feel that way.โ
Tim stalled, staring down at you. His cock gave a big twitch right in front of your face, drooling another thick bead of pre-cum that slowly dripped down the shaft. You could see the conflict in his eyesโthe careful, controlled part of him warring with raw want.
Then something in his expression shifted.
He reached down and planted his hand firmly on the crown of your head, his fingers curling tight into your hair. He jerked your head back so you were looking straight up at him. His face was dark now, eyes laden with lust.
โIโll tell you what to do,โ he gripped. โBut you listen to me. You fight me and youโll hurt yourself. Understand?โ
You nodded quickly, your heart racing.
Tim gripped the base of his cock with his other hand and pulled your head forward. He tapped the glistening tip against your bottom lip a few times, teasing the spit that gleamed there.
โOpen.โ
You parted your lips obediently, slipping your tongue out to meet him. He slid the head into your mouth, letting you close your lips around it. Then his hand moved to the back of your head, planting a base there.
โRelax,โ he ordered. โDonโt fight it.โ
Before you could even nod, he pushed forward, sliding deep in one smooth thrust until the head bumped the back of your mouth and pressed against the entrance of your throat. You gagged instantly, but he pulled back just as fast, only to push in again, setting a relentless rhythm.
โOh, there we go,โ he grumbled through his pleasure. โGood fucking girl. Just let me use this pretty mouth.โ
Tim didnโt hold back anymore.
He tightened his grip in your hair and started fucking your mouth with punctuated thrusts, his hips snapping forward to push deeper into the wet heat of your mouth with deep grunts and growls. You grabbed onto his jean-clad thighs for balance, digging your fingers into the rough fabric as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best not to fight the constant intrusion despite how your body wanted to.
Every forward snap of his hips made his belt buckle jingle beside your ear. Lewd gags and choked little noises escaping you with every thrust as the thick head of his cock battered the back of your mouth.
โFuckโฆโ Tim hissed through gritted teeth, tugging your hair. โThatโs itโjust take it. Christ, your mouth feels so goddamn good.โ
He moaned when you gagged harder around him, his hips stuttering for a second before he pushed in again, a little deeper this time.
โShitโeasy, sweetheart, easy,โ he panted, even as he kept thrusting. โI know itโs a lotโmmhโbut your choking is so pretty. Cโmon, try again.โ
You grunted around him with every deep push, spit dripping down your chin as your throat convulsed. Tears slipped freely down your cheeks now, but you didnโt pull away. You held onto his thighs tighter, trying to take deep breaths of air through your nose whenever he pulled back.
Tim cursed under his breath, half at you, half at himself.
โFuck, I shouldnโt be doing this to youโฆ not like thisโah, shitโโ He groaned loudly as you swallowed around him. โBut you feel too fucking good. This greedy little mouthโฆ sucking me like you were made for it.โ
Tim slowed his hips, easing you forward until just the thick middle of his cock rested between your lips. He let you suck him slowly, dragging your wrapped lips from the middle of his shaft all the way up to the swollen, leaking tip.
โRelax,โ he sighed. โDonโt fight it. Youโre gonna take all of me.โ
A sharp jolt of nervousness shot through you like electricity, but it only made the heat between your legs throb harder. You blinked slowly with glassy eyes, and nodded around him.
He cupped the back of your head firmer. โLean your head back a littleโฆ yeah, just like that. Open wider for me, doll. Relax your throat. Let me give you what you want.โ
You did as he said, tilting your head back and opening your mouth as wide as you could, sucking gently on the tip while your tongue swirled around it.
Tim started pushing in again. This time he didnโt stop where he had before.
You felt the prominent vein along his shaft slide over your tongue as he fed more of his thick cock into your mouth. Your jaw ached from the stretch, especially when he reached the widest part of him. You coughed around his length as the head pressed firmly against the tight entrance of your throat.
โEasyโฆ easy,โ Tim breathed, holding you still. โJust breathe through your nose.โ
He abused that spot, shallowly fucking the head of his cock against the beginning of your throat with small, insistent nudges that made you gag and choke wetly around him. Spit dripped down your chin in messy strings.
โRelax your throat,โ he grit out. โLet me in. Come on, sweetheart, open up for me. I know you can take it.โ
You whimpered around his cock, tears slipping down your cheeks again, but you triedโfocusing on his voice, on relaxing your throat even as your body instinctively fought the intrusion, on every buzzing nerve in your head.
He pushed forward again, feeding more of his thick cock past the uncooperative ring of muscle at the back of your throat. The stretch burned, and you choked around him, again and again, but Tim didnโt pull back.
โCโmon,โ he growled. โLet it happen.โ
You tried. God, you tried. But the deeper he went, the harder it became. It was like he was pushing into your brain. You couldnโt tell if you were more frustrated that you werenโt being choked on his cock, or that him choking you like this wasnโt working.
โLook at me.โ
You forced your watery eyes to peel open and up to his. The intensity in his stare was almost too muchโyou had nowhere else to look. Only his tan skin, dark hair, and everything you never knew you wanted so badly.
โJust focus here,โ he muttered. โKeep lookinโ at me.โ
He kept pushing, inch by inch, until the widest part of his cock forced its way past that tight ring. Your throat spasmed violently around him. You coughed and gagged, your body jerking and trying to pull away, but Tim held your head firmly in place, refusing to let you pull away.
โShh. Relaxโฆ just relax,โ he growled, trying to be soothing even as his own breathing grew ragged. โYouโre doinโโฆ so good. Takinโ me so deep. Fuck, I can feel your throat squeezinโ meโฆโ
Finally, with one last slow push, he bottomed out.
Your nose pressed flush against his pelvis, buried in the coarse patch of dark hair. His length throbbed deep down your throat, completely cutting off your air. The fullness was overwhelming to an alarming rate.ย
Tim let out a long groan, his hips jerking and settling as he held you there.
โJesus Christโฆ all the way. You got every fuckinโ inch.โ His voice was hoarse, something youโd never really heard before. โGood. Such a good fucking job for me.โ
You were getting lightheaded fast.
The world blurred at the edges, a warm, floaty haze settling over everything. Your throat fluttered and squeezed around the thick length of Timโs cock, every tiny twitch and throb pulling another noise from him. But underneath the strain, the ache, the burning stretchโฆ you felt nothing but bliss.
Heโd bottomed out completely. The heavy head of his cock nestled deep in your throat like it belonged there. It felt like a bell had rung somewhere inside your skullโa deep, resonant thrum. The pressure, the fullness, the way your body fought and then haphazardly surrenderedโฆ it was overwhelming in the best way. You couldnโt breathe. You were gagging softly around him, tears streaming down your face, but none of it mattered. It felt too good. Like being choked from the inside out. Like something filthy touching a part of you no one else had ever reached.
Timโs hand slid tenderly over your wet cheek, his thumb brushing away some of the tears as he looked down at you.
โSo pretty,โ he rasped. โSo warm.โ
His hand drifted lower, cupping under your jaw for a moment, petting you almost sweetly. Then it kept going.
You felt his palm settle over the front of your throat.
Your dazed eyes blinked into focus.
Timโs fingers curled around your neck, squeezing with a good amount of pressure while his cock stayed buried. Your hand flew up and gripped his forearm where you felt it. A muffled whine vibrated around his length as your vision began to tunnel, black creeping in at the edges. Your head felt like it was floating, pulsing with white-hot heat, but the lack of air made everything sharper and softer at the same time. Everything was contradictory.
โSettle downโฆ Iโve got you,โ Tim murmured. โLook at you. Youโre doing great.โ
He kept the pressure steady, not crushing, but firm enough that every shallow, failed attempt at breath turned into a weak, pathetic gag that made your head strain further. Your body trembled. You felt like you were burning aliveโevery nerve lit up, body aching, head spinning so badly you thought you might actually pass out.
And you didnโt care.
It felt too good. The numbness, the heat, the overwhelming fullness, how Tim was looking down at you like you were the only thing in the worldโฆ it was addictive.
Timโs thumb stroked over the front of your throat, feeling the way his own cock bulged there as he held you pinned.
You gazed up at him through puffy, tear-blurred eyes, barely separating where his face began and the porch lights ended. But what you could see was flushed raw, his stern mask cracked open to leave nothing but visceral need.
He gave one involuntary bump of his hips, nudging just a little deeper, and cursed sharply under his breath.
โShitโฆ Iโm not gonna last like this,โ he growled.
Then something shifted in him. Anxious, restless energy took over, and his hands moved to either side of your head, his fingers threading into your hair as he carefully dragged his cock back. You felt every thick inch sliding out of your throatโthe sudden rush of air, the wet, obscene pull, the way your throat shuttered and clenched around nothing once he was almost all the way out.
You barely had time to breathe before he thrust back in.
Fuck.
The stretch burned as he pushed deep again and bottomed out. Then he did it again. And again.
Tim started fucking your throat in earnest.
He was growly now, almost animalistic with deep, frustrated grunts escaping him with every rough snap of his hips. Heโd pull back halfway, just enough for you to feel the head drag across your tongue, before slamming back in, forcing himself past that tight ring and burying his cock to the hilt.
โFuckโthatโs it,โ he rasped, voice breaking. โTake it. Just fuckinโ take it all.โ
Your jaw had gone completely slack, your lips stretched wide around the base of him as he used your mouth. Every thrust punched a wet, choked gag out of you. Spit poured down your chin in messy strings, dripping onto your chest and the wooden porch below. Your hands stayed clenched tight on his thighs, holding on for dear life while he fucked your throat with growing urgency. Your body fought desperately for air that never came, but your brain couldnโt be more happy.
Timโs hand slid from your hair to your cheek, his rough palm surprisingly gentle as he brushed away some of the tears still rolling down your skin. Then his thumb slipped into the corner of your mouth, hooking inside and pulling your lips open even wider, exposing your tongue for him buried under the weight of his length.
You blinked slowly and let your head go completely lax in his hold. You wanted him to use you exactly how he needed.
โIโm close,โ he rasped, groaning as his thrusts turned sharp and frantic. โFuckโฆ Iโm gonna cum.โ
You looked up at him through wet lashes. His usually neat hair had fallen forward, dark strands messy and sticking to his forehead, hanging into his eyes. He looked completely undone.
โShitโfuck,โ Tim cursed sharply.
He pulled his cock out of your throat in one smooth motion. You gasped in wet, raw breaths, your chest heaving as fresh air finally rushed back into your lungs. Before you could even steady yourself, his thumb tugged your bottom lip down, holding your mouth wide open for him.
He pressed the swollen, leaking tip of his cock right against your tongue and started stroking himself in fast, frantic strokes. His body shook with how close he was.
You whined loudly around him, the desperate sound vibrating against his tip as you looked up at him with teary, needy eyes, silently begging the best you could.
That did it.
Tim practically growled when he came.
Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled across your tongue and flooded your open mouth. He kept stroking himself through it, gritting his teeth hard to stay quiet, his shoulders shaking as pulse after heavy pulse poured over your tongue. You moaned, the taste so satisfying and evidence of your hard work.
โAh, Godโฆ swallow it all,โ he growled through clenched teeth. โSwallow what I give you.โ
Even as he came, he kept his thumb hooked in the bottom of your mouth, holding you open so he could watch every rope land on your tongue. His whole body trembled with the force of it, his hips twitching as the last few weak spurts dribbled onto your lips.
โChrist.โ
When the last of his release had spilled across your tongue, you closed your lips around the sensitive head of his cock and gently sucked.
Timโs hips twitching at the overstimulation. โMmnhโฆ youโre gonna kill me.โ
You pulled off, then swallowed, feeling the warmth of him slide down your throat. The taste of him lingered on your tongue, so salty and warm.
Exhausted, you slumped down, your chest heaving as you dragged in deep, full breaths. Your head was still spinning, and you could feel the mess of yourself, all the spit and tears drying on your face. You lifted a hand to wipe at your chin, but Tim caught your wrist and swatted it away.
โI got it,โ he muttered.
He slid down the wall, his back pressed to the wood as he tucked himself back into his boxers and jeans, quickly fixing his belt. Then he leaned forward, using his rough hands to haphazardly clean the mess from your cheeks and chin. When he was satisfied, he wrapped his hand around your arm and tugged you forward to turn your back against the wall too, your shoulders leaned against the otherโs. The warmth of his body grounded you amongst all the haze.
For the first time you could hear it over the rush in your head, the party was still kicking inside, random yelling and loud music still evident against the quiet out here now.
โYou okay?โ
You looked over at Tim, whose face was the picture of exhaustion, mental and physical. You nodded, bumping your shoulder against his playfully.
He watched you for another second, then turned his head to stare out through the porch rails into the dark woods. The crickets kept chirping like nothing had happened.
โI shouldnโt have done that to you,โ he muttered. โNot out here.โ
You let out a tired laugh, leaning your head back against the wall.
โYouโre dumb if you couldnโt tell how badly I wanted it,โ you said, your voice a lot more hoarse than it had started. โIโm more disappointed you didnโt pull something like that sooner. You clearly wanted it, too.โ
Tim quietly chuckled, a bit of light breaking through that dark stormcloud that always hovered above his head. For a moment the two of you just sat there, catching your breath and relaxing again. Then you both turned at the same time, your eyes meeting together. You leaned in slowly, and he did the same, faces drawing closer until your lips were barely a breath apartโ
โWhoops.โ
You both snapped your heads toward the voice.
Brian stood a few feet away, looking mildly awkward but mostly amused, three open beers clutched between his fingers. He was trying and failing to hide the smirk on his face.
โAm I interrupting?โ he asked, tone far too innocent.
Tim let out a long, exhausted sigh and dragged a hand down his face. โCโmon, man.โ
Brian stepped closer anyway and handed over two of the beers. Tim took them, passing one straight to you without a word. You accepted it gratefully and took a big, long drink. The cold, bitter liquid felt like heaven on your raw throat.
โToby had a whole stash under his bed,โ Brian explained, leaning against the railing across from you. โPartyโs kinda revived itself since you two disappeared. People are doing chugging contests again.โ
He took a sip of his own beer, eyes flicking between the two of you with barely-hidden amusement.
โSoโฆ had a good time mingling?โ he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Tim shot him a flat look. โHow much did you hear?โ
Brian shrugged, the picture of innocence. โI donโt know what youโre talking about. I was just guarding the door like a responsible friend looking out for his pals.โ
You nearly choked on your beer. Tim just shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he took a long drink from his own bottle.
The three of you sat there for a moment in surprisingly comfortable silence, the distant chaos of the party drifting through the walls while the cool night air brushed over your heated skin and wore off the strain. Brianโs smirk never quite went away, but he didnโt push it.
Timโs shoulder, however, stayed pressed right against yours.
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As the bottle whipped around, your brain scrambled for a valid excuse to get away, looking for anything to save you from your own fate.ย
Feeling sick? Gotta pee? Could you fake puke? Maybe just sneak away to your roomโBut before you could settle on anything useful, the bottle neck drifted to a stop.
It pointed straight at Brian.
A loud whistle cut through the room. Toby was sprawled across the loveseat between Natalie and Jack, clearly more drunk than heโd realized or cared to acknowledge. His wonky grin took up the majority of his face as he pointed his finger at Brian like heโd just won the lottery.
Brian stood up slowly, stretching his arms over his head and rolling his shoulders like he had all the time in the world. The picture of calm. Toby scrambled up after him, wobbling on his feet before slinging an arm around Brianโs shoulders and smacking his chest.
โCโmon, man! T-This is perfect,โ Toby slurred, grinning at you. โBrianโs a great guy. R-Re-Real stand-up. You should give him a chance, heโs got thh-that whole good guy vibe going on. Suuuuper reliable. Never le-leaves dishes in the sink or n-nothinโ!โ
Tim, leaning against the wall behind them with a beer in hand, tried (and failed) to hide his grin behind the bottle. His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he watched the whole thing unfold, having to look away to get a grip.
Brian let out a short laugh and pushed Toby off of him with a playful, โFuck off, kid.โ
Toby dramatically stumbled backward and collapsed back onto the loveseat, landing right in Natalie and Jackโs laps. Natalie ruffled his hair while Jack just sighed, all resigned as he took Tobyโs legs atop his lap. The rest of the room stumbled into teasing whistles and catcalls. Jeff yelled something crude about Brian finally getting lucky, and Nina clapped like she was watching a sports game, but everybody was slowly turning their attention to youโwho was still sitting on the floor, dumbfounded.
Brian ignored all of them. He waved the noise off with one hand and walked over to you, stopping right in front. He held his hand out for you to take with a grin on his face.
โIโm a gentleman,โ he made sure to emphasize, โunlike these freaks. You ready?โ
You stared at his hand for a second, your nerves wobbling in your chest. It felt more awkward to just sit here and stare at him, so you stomped down your hopes of escape. After a beat, you took his hand.
Brianโs fingers closed around yours. He gave you a gentle tug to help you up, then kept hold of your hand as he led you down the hallway toward the closet. The music got louder behind you as someone, probably Ben, cranked it up again, right before you heard Toby yell something about โmore beer.โ
When you reached the closet door, he opened it for you first, releasing your hand.
โGo on in,โ he said easily.
You stepped inside. Brian was right behind you, but just as he moved to follow, he paused like heโd forgotten something.
โHold on a second,โ he told you, leaving the door cracked open. โIโll be right back.โ
You watched him disappear back down the hall. With a sigh, you reached up and tugged the pull chain. The single bulb clicked on, casting a weak yellow glow over everything. The closet was crammed with old coats hanging on the rod and stacks of dusty boxes shoved against the walls. It was tight, but not suffocating, with enough room that you wouldnโt be stepping on each otherโs feet.
That wouldnโt make it any less awkward, however.
A moment later, you heard footsteps coming back. Brian reappeared in the doorway, two cold beer necks clutched between his fingers. He stepped inside, ducking slightly under the low frame, and pulled the door shut behind him with a tug. The loud music from the living room instantly dulled to a distant thump.
He held one of the beers out to you with a sheepish smile, showcasing the gap between his teeth.
โFigured we could use these,โ he said. โDidnโt want to spend the whole time sober while everyone else is losing their minds out there.โ
You took the cold bottle from him, the chill biting pleasantly against your palm. Brian leaned back against the wall across from you, twisting the cap off his own beer with a hiss from the air-tight seal. He took a sip, then looked at you, his eyes giving you a quick up-down.
You gave him a quick once-over as well. Brian was dressed like he always was, but somehow it looked a little nicer tonight, if only because of the lightingโworn jeans, a baggy black t-shirt, and a gray zip-up jacket thrown over top. His usual work boots were on, scuffed and familiar. No mask, though. Nobody was wearing one tonight, which was an extremely pleasant change from the usual Halloween-ish nightmare you all lived in. His short brown-blond hair was a little messy, and the unkempt stubble on his jaw made his already tired, sad-looking eyes seem even more downturned. Still, it worked with the constant grin he was wearing right nowโdefinitely helped along by the alcohol.
You popped the cap off your beer and took a sip. The cold liquid felt nice going down, but the bitter taste made you cringe. Brian must have noticed and let out an amused chuckle.
โYeah, itโs not great,โ he said, taking a sip of his own. โBut who drinks for the flavor anyway?โ
He leaned back against the wall, looking comfortable even despite the little space. For a moment it was quiet, just the muffled thump of music and distant laughter filtering through the door.
โSo,โ Brian kept his voice casual, โhowโs your night been so far? Besides getting dragged into this whole game, I mean.โ
You let out a laugh, shrugging. โItโs beenโฆ loud. Before we kicked everyone out, I was mainly just crowd-watching. Other than that, Iโve mostly been trying to stay out of the worst of it.โ
Brian nodded, smiling a little. โSmart. I saw Jeff spike the punch with a couple of different things. Not sure what he put in it, but Iโm staying far away.โ He took another sip, eyes flicking back to you. โWho else have you talked to tonight? Anyone give you trouble?โ
It was kind of like he was cataloging what youโd done tonight.
You shook your head. โNot really. Toby tried to get me to shotgun a beer with him, but I managed to dodge that one. Other than thatโฆ just floating around, I guess.โ
He hummed, โFloating around isnโt badโ Which reminds me.โ
Brian cut himself off, reaching around into his back jean pocket. He fished out a small, slim handheld camcorder, tucking his beer against his side as he flipped the screen open and turned it on. You leaned in a little, curious as to what he was doing. The tiny screen lit up, glowing a dim blue across his face.
โHave you been recording all night?โ you asked, watching as he tapped through the menu.
Brian nodded, a little mischievous smile pulling at his lips. โSecretly. I like to collect blackmail. Never know when itโll come in handy.โ
He pressed his back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him. He pulled his legs to the side to give you room.
โCโmere. Sit with me.โ
You hesitated for half a second before sliding down the wall opposite him, knees tucked up against your chest. It felt better sitting like this, more relaxed and less like you were trapped in here. Brianโs calm energy was contagious.
He took a sip from his beer and started flipping through the clips, thumb clicking the side buttons as he searched for something. The screen flashed with blurry moments from the night, and youโd catch familiar faces and rooms, but heโd click onto the next one before you could really register any of them. Brian chuckled under his breath at one clip, then paused immediately on the next.
โMmhโ here,โ he said, turning the screen toward you.
You took the camcorder from Brianโs hand, the small device surprisingly heavy for its size. You clicked the play button.
It was Tim.
He was out on the back porch, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his teeth, just like always. The camera shook a little as Brianโs voice came through the speaker behind the screen, teasing the shorter man.
โSmile for the camera, Timothy.โ
Tim turned his head, eyes narrowing with irritation. โGet that thing out of my face.โ
Brianโs laugh crackled through. โRelax, man. Itโs just for posterity.โ
In the background, Jeff and Ben came strolling into frame, both of them already looking pretty gone. Jeff shoulder-checked Tim as he walked past, not even trying to be subtle.
โโScuse me, old man,โ Jeff headed toward the far end of the porch.
Tim grumbled something under his breath, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Jeff set his red Solo cupโprobably full of tequila or vodka, knowing himโdown on the railing next to him. He and Ben started rolling a joint, laughing about something stupid as they looked out towards the yard and away from their cups.
Brian leaned in closer on the recording, whispering something to Tim that the camera mic didnโt quite catch. Whatever it was, it made Timโs mouth pull into a grin.
You watched as Tim casually reached over, picked up the ashtray he had sitting on the railing, and tipped it straight into Jeffโs cup. The ashes and cigarette butts settled into the liquor without a sound.
The clip ended with Jeff reaching for his drink, completely oblivious, as Tim and Brian briskly walked away and fumbled the camera off.
You let out a surprised laugh, looking up from the screen. Brian was grinning at you, clearly pleased with himself.
โHe drank the whole thing,โ he said, his tone warm with amusement. โDidnโt even notice until his entire drink was about goneโ
You shook your head, โYou two are evil.โ
Brian shrugged, โI could always do worse.โ
You rolled your eyes. โCan I look at some others?โ
Brian nodded, satisfied to sit back and nurse his bottle.
You flipped through the library. There were dozens of short clipsโsome familiar faces, some you didnโt recognize at all. A lot of them were exactly what youโd expect from a party like this: full of blurry footage of people slamming drinks, someone throwing up into a plant, Jeff doing something stupid. Toby doing something stupid. You skipped past most of those pretty quickly.
Then you landed on one that made you pause. It was Toby.
He was standing in the kitchen, his head tilted back as he chugged a beer straight through the gash in his cheek. At the same time, he was trying to take a shot with his actual mouth. Beer and liquor both spilled messily down his chin and neck while he laughed. You cringed, nose wrinkling at the thought of the taste and the burn he wouldnโt feel.
โOh my god,โ you muttered, moving on to a clip of Kate.
She was curled up in the corner of the dining room, her arms wrapped tightly around Smile Dog like he was a giant stuffed animal. The massive canine looked surprisingly content, his tongue lolling out as she drunkenly scratched behind the huskyโs ears. Kateโs voice came through the speaker, slurred and grumpy as it had been earlier.
โGo away, Brianโฆ Leave us alone.โ
Brianโs voice filtered through the speaker again. โKate, you canโt bring him down here. Jeffโs gonna lose his shit if he sees you snuck him out of his room.โ
Kate just hugged the dog tighter and flipped Brian off without looking up.
You flipped through a few more clips, skipping until your attention was caught again.
Brian was walking up the stairs, the camera pointed forward as he pushed past a few people crowding the hallway. He reached the bathroom door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. The camera pushed in as the door swung open.
Inside, Jane stood between Ninaโs legs, Nina perched on the sink counter. The two of them were kissing, lost in the other and clearly not expecting company. Nina gasped against Janeโs mouth when she heard the door open, then goofily waved at the camera with a tipsy little grin. Jane whipped around and slammed the door shut so hard the camera shook.
Brianโs laugh crackled through the speaker right before the clip cut off.
You looked up at him, eyes wide with shock, but Brian just nodded. โCanโt wait to use that one later,โ he grinned.
You let out a stunned laugh and shut the camcorder, handing it back to him. Brian took it and slid it into his back pocket again before draining the rest of his beer in one go.
โI never thought about how many people probably sneak around at parties like this,โ you said, still a little amazed. โOr how many weird pairs end up together once everyone gets drunk.โ
Brian set his empty bottle on the floor beside him and leaned his head back against the wall, looking at you down the bridge of his nose.
โYeah. Youโd be surprised. People get loose when thereโs not a big boss around. All the tension, all the pretendingโฆ it comes out eventually.โ He gave a shrug. โSometimes itโs just for the night. Sometimes it sticks around longer than you meant for it to.โ
He just eyed your expression as he spoke.
โDoesnโt always make sense,โ he added, almost like he was talking to himself. โBut thatโs half the fun, I guess.โ
You leaned your head back against the wall too, letting out a breath as you thought about what he said.
It was funny, really. Tonight felt different. People werenโt just tolerating each other like they usually did for the sake of missions and appearances with Slender. They were actually with the people they liked. EJ, Toby, and Natalie had been glued together all night, moving from room to room together like it was the most natural thing in the world for them. Jeff and Ben hanging out for more than ten minutes without fighting. And then there was Jane and Nina in that clipโwhich was clearly not their first time.
You let out a laugh.
โWhat?โ Brian grinned.
โNothing, justโฆ thinking about how many weird pairs there are tonight,โ you rambled. โLike, people are really hanging out with who they actually want to be around instead of who theyโre forced to work with. Itโs kind of nice.โ
Brian hummed in agreement.
You kept going, the thought unfolding as you spoke. โAnd now here we are. You and me. Thatโs pretty unusual too, right? It couldโve been anyone in here with me. Couldโve been Tim. Or Jeff.โ You shivered visibly at the last one and laughed. โGod, imagine being stuck in here with him right now.โ
Brian sat up a little straighter, keeping his speaking tone level.
โWould you have preferred it to be Jeff?โ He kept his expression blank.
You shook your head quickly. โNah. Heโs too full of himself tonight. I donโt think I couldโve had an actual conversation with him without wanting to smack him.โ
Brian chuckled at that, leaning back again. โFair enough.โ He then paused, before asking, โIs there anyone else you wouldโve preferred it to be?โ
You weighed the question for a second, staring at the dusty boxes across from you. Then you looked back at him.
โNo,โ you said honestly. โThis isโฆ nice. A lot less awkward than I thought it was gonna be.โ
Brianโs demeanor softened. He looked at you for a long moment, before his tone evened out to a nice hum.
โYeah,โ he nodded. โIt is.โ
You felt your cheeks warm a little and quickly tried to push the feeling down, focusing on picking at the beer label in your hands instead. You went to ask how much time he thought was left whenโ
A loud slam echoed through the walls, followed immediately by the sharp shatter of glass. The floorboards vibrated under you. It sounded like someone had taken a hard fall.
You went to speakโ
Then another slam, this time quickly followed by loud voices and the thumping music cutting off. You sat up straighter. โShould we go check that out?โ
Before Brian could answer, two voices rose above the restโone of them unmistakably Tobyโs, which was very loud and very angry. Brian was already climbing to his feet.
โYeah,โ he held out a hand to you, hauling you up when you took it. โCome on.โ
The two of you pushed out of the closet and hurried down the hall. The moment you rounded the corner into the living room, the mess became clear. The lamp that used to sit on the coffee table was now in pieces across the floor, shards of glass scattered everywhere across the rug. Playing cards and half-empty bottles were scattered everywhere, like someone had swept an entire game off the table in one angry motion.
You looked left, finding Toby storming toward the front door, his shoulders up and tight, yelling at someone just ahead of him. Whoever it was yelled right back. The rest of the group was already spilling outside after them, the screen door slamming again and again.
You and Brian followed, stepping out into the brisk night air.
The night air hit you immediately, cool and refreshing after the stuffy warmth of the house and the intense amounts of cigarette smoke in the air. At the uproar, the party had migrated onto the front lawn and porch, forming a loose, noisy circle around whatever was happening out in the yard. You stepped down the porch steps with Brian right behind you, both of you pushing through the loose crowd.
In the center of it all stood Toby, his shoulders squared and fists clenched, looking mad as hell. And across from him, of course, was Jeff. Because who else would it be?
Brian came up beside you and let out a long, exhausted groan at the sight. โEvery damn time. This kid.โ
Before you could say anything, someone else slid up to your other side. You turned to see a worn out looking Tim with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, chewing tensely on the filter.
You opened your mouth to ask what happened, but Tim beat you to it, his tone drenched with irritation. โTell your boy to give me my lighter back.โ
Brian chuckled under his breath and reached into his pocket, pulling out the lighter with a sly, โSorry, man. Mustโve slipped in there.โ He handed it over, and Tim snatched it, lighting his cigarette quickly.
He exhaled a cloud of smoke and muttered, โThis is the second fight tonight. Christ.โ
You glanced between them. โWhat happened?โ
Tim took another long pull from his cigarette, his tired eyes roaming the scene before you. โThey were playing Kingโs Cup. Jeff made some nasty fucking comment about Natalie. Called her Tobyโs โsleeve,โ said he could show her a much better time and wouldnโt ghost her at the end of the night like Toby does.โ
He shook his head, smoke pushing through his nose.
โI watched Toby fly across that table like a goddamn dog. Thatโs when I told them both to take it outside before they break anything else in the house. If they wanna fight, they can fight out here.โ
Brian sighed beside you, running a hand through his hair. โShouldโve known it was gonna end up like this.โ
Tim just continued to nurse his cigarette, muttering under his breath, โIdiots.โ
Jeff went first.
With a big smile splitting his face, he launched himself at Toby like an animal. The collision was a very heavy thud of bodies hitting each other, then the grass. Toby hit the ground on his back under the weight of Jeff, but he didnโt stay down. Within seconds they were a mess of limbs, fists, and grunts, rolling and scrambling for the upper hand as they slapped and punched at the other.
Jeff got the first real swing in first, clipping Tobyโs jaw just enough to make his head snap to the side. Everyone flinched at the sight, but Toby couldn't feel the pain of the impact. Instead, he drove his elbow straight into Jeffโs ribs, shoving hard and fast enough that you heard the impact. Jeff made a shrill noise, like a pained laugh, before grabbing a fistful of Tobyโs hoodie and yanking him forward, cracking his forehead into Tobyโs nose.
Brian crossed his arms beside you, shaking his head. โNot a smart idea to get into a punching match with a guy who canโt feel your punches,โ he muttered dryly.
You nodded, eyes glued to the fight. Toby was landing hits one after the other, sending punches that looked like they shouldโve hurt way more than Jeff made them seem like they did. Jeff was faster and more careless, smiling through every hit like the pain fueled him. Blood was already starting to show through a cut above Tobyโs eyebrow from Jeff, and a nasty split in Jeffโs lip that had opened and was now dripping down his chin.
It was incredibly interesting to see how they fought now that they were impaired with alcohol and other things. Toby, who tonight had been nothing but a funny drunk, was now the embodiment of hatred. You donโt think youโve seen his face this dead set on someone before, let alone this passionate about a fight. And Jeff? He just seemed like he was having more fun. All over a stupid comment about a stupid problem.
You scanned the crowd quickly. Natalie was nowhere in sight. At least not near the fight.
โNatโs not here,โ you said quietly.
Brian shrugged. โIf somebody called out my weird cookout relationship like that, I probably wouldnโt want to stick around for the fight either.โ
He nudged your side with his elbow, then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his camcorder. He held it out to you expectantly.
You lit up a little, rolling your eyes even as you took it. โYouโre terrible.โ
Still, you flipped it open, turned it on, and angled it discreetly toward the fight, pretending you were just holding it casually. The little screen flickered to life as you started recording. You captured it all. On the lawn, Jeff had finagled his way on top of Toby and was raining down punches. Toby blocked some with his forearms, then suddenly bucked his hips and flipped them over, slamming Jeff into the dirt. He got a solid hit inโa nasty right hook that snapped Jeffโs head to the side and sent blood spraying from his already split lip and now his nose too.
โYou talk about her like that again and Iโll cut off your dick and feed it to your mutt.โ Toby growled, snarling his teeth.
Jeff just laughed, kicking at the other. โWhatโs the matter, twitchy? Canโt handle the truth? She deserves better than your defective assโโ
Toby cut off his sentence with a punch to the jaw.
The crowd reacted in wavesโsome cheering them on, others groaning or shouting for them to stop. You caught Ben and Nina in the crowd, both of them onlooking the fight and cringing every time Jeff got hit. Alternatively, Kate was drunkenly yelling for Toby to smear Jeffโs face on the pavement.
Toby let out a furious shout and shoved Jeff off him with both hands, sending the other boy scrambling backward across the grass. Jeffโs grin never faltered. He shuffled back on his hands until his fingers closed around something on the ground. You couldnโt quite make it out through the camcorder screen at first, but when you looked up, your stomach turned a little in your gut.
Jeff had grabbed a discarded beer bottle someone littered in the yard. In one sharp motion, he smashed it against the ground. Glass shattered, broken shards shooting out into the grass. He rose back to his feet holding the broken neck, the jagged shards pointing outward like a crude knife.
Tim dropped his cigarette from his mouth and stomped it out. โAlright, thatโs enough,โ he grumbled. โSomeoneโs gonna end up killed.โ
Brian groaned beside you, clearly disappointed that the entertainment was ending. โI wanted to see who wins, thoughโฆโ He shot you a gapped toothy grin. Tim shot him a withering look instead and started forward. Brian sighed but followed, both of them pushing through the circle of onlookers to break it up.
But the second Jeff saw them coming, his wild eyes lit up as he spun around, brandishing the broken bottle toward Tim and Brian like it was a real weapon.
Toby was panting on the ground, but grabbed a handful on dirt and flung it at the two approaching, โI donโt need your fu-fucking help.โ
But when did Tim and Brian listen to anyone but Slender?
Jeff lunged at Brian with the glass, swiping wildly to try and get a hit in. Brian took a last-minute step to the side, grabbing Jeffโs wrist to keep the jagged edge away from his face. At the same time, Toby scrambled up and threw himself at Tim, who cursed loudly as he tried to restrain the boy without hurting the both of them.
You kept the camcorder going.
Toby was swinging at Tim with reckless abandon, screaming something about not needing babysitters. Heโd seemingly forgotten about Jeff, who was now trying to stab at Brian, the two of them grappling at each other and trying to get a good hold. Brian was clearly trying to de-escalate while also not getting sliced open, while Tim was using his size to pin Toby down, grumbling the whole time about โgoddamn children,โ and their โdicks for brains.โ
Fiddling with the camera to try and find the zoom button, you felt someone step up beside you and turned your head. EJ looked thoroughly bored by the whole spectacle unfolding before him, seemingly coming from inside the house.
โWhereโs Nat?โ you asked.
Jack let out a tired grumble. โShe ran off somewhere with a bottle of whiskey. Probably doesnโt want to be disturbed right now.โ
You nodded, turning your attention back to the fight just in time to see Toby land a solid punch on Timโs jaw. Tim had been trying to pull him off Jeff, but the hit made him stagger back a step, cursing before he stepped back in.
You glanced at EJ again. โWhy arenโt you getting in on this too?โ
He grinned, showcasing the sharp points of his teeth. โI fight my own battles.โ
You went to laugh, but the sound hadnโt even fully left your mouth before a blur of movement slammed into you from the side. The camcorder flew from your hands, clattering somewhere in the grass. The impact knocked the air straight out of your lungs as your back hit the hard ground. A heavy weight landed on top of you, pinning you down.
You grabbed at the body instinctivelyโand found yourself staring up at Jeffโs bloodied, grinning face inches from yours.
โWhoops,โ his voice sounded hoarse. โHi, pretty.โ
He panted as he hovered above you, droplets of blood sliding down his chin and the front of his shirt. One hand braced beside your head, the other fisted in the front of your shirt from the collision. He looked completely unrepentantโand way too pleased with himself.
You cringed, but were too stunned and out of breath to shove him off of you the way you wanted to. His tangled hair fell like a curtain around his face. โDidnโt mean to knock you over like that,โ he said, not sounding sorry at all. โThoughโฆ Iโm not complaining about the view.โ
You tried to scramble Jeff off of you, shoving at his chest with avail, but before you could get any leverage, Timโs voice cut through the noise like a whip, โBrianโ!โ
Behind Jeffโs shoulder, you saw Brianโthe picture of absolute hatred. He grabbed a fistful of Jeffโs hair and hauled him upright in one brutal motion, then slammed him down into the dirt in the opposite direction.
You scrambled up as quickly as you could. Jack steadied you with a hand on your arm as you both watched the fight explode into something much messier than what it was previously.
You think Brian might kill him.
He didnโt hold back. His fists came down hard and fast, knuckles cracking against Jeffโs face with wet, ugly sounds. Jeff laughed at first, like he always does, but it soon turned into grunts and curses as Brian kept swinging. Toby and Tim rushed in, trying to pull Brian off, but Brian was furious, locked in on nothing else. He shook them off like they weighed nothing, landing another heavy punch that split Jeffโs cheek open.
You wiped dirt and grass from your clothes, your heart hammering in your chest, when Jeff suddenly snatched the broken beer bottle again. He swung blindly, catching Brian across the shoulder and then the side. Blood immediately soaked through Brianโs shirt, dark stains spreading across the fabric.
You yelled out, cringing at every thunk of fist on flesh.
Eventually Jeff struggled his way out from under the brunet, his nose clearly broken but going completely ignored. He looked feral, if anything.
You watched as EJ moved from his spot next to you.
The tall figure walked straight into the fray, grabbed Jeff by the back of the neck with one large hand, and shoved his head down toward the ground. Jeff struggled, snarling and swinging, but EJโs strength was undeniable. He held him in place like a disobedient dog, guiding him away from Brian with terrifying ease.
You rushed over to Brian. He was still on one knee, breathing hard, blood seeping through the rips in his clothes. You grabbed his arm and helped pull him up, ducking under his shoulder so he could lean his weight on you.
โIโve got you,โ you said, acting as a crutch while he steadied himself. Brian winced but didnโt complain, one hand pressing against the cut on his side. His face was tight with pain and lingering anger, but he let you support most of his weight.
Around you, the yard was loud with overlapping voices of laughter and conversation, but you couldnโt focus elsewhere at the moment. Tim had finally gotten a solid hold on Toby, who was still whirring with adrenaline and spitting curses. Jack kept Jeff held next to him. He gave Toby and Brian a quick once-over before turning to Tim.
โTake Toby on a walk,โ he said firmly. โGet him away from here.โ
Tim nodded without argument, grabbing Toby by the back of his hoodie and steering him toward the treeline. Toby was still muttering curses under his breath, but he let himself be led away.
Jackโs gaze shifted to you and Brian. โThere are spare bandages and stuff in the laundry room. Take him there. Iโll handle Jeff.โ
Jeff immediately started cursing. โThe fuck you will, you freakโโ
But EJ was already moving, hauling Jeff toward the house without a word. The two of them disappeared inside, Jeff still spitting insults the whole way.
You slipped your arm more securely around Brianโs torso. โCome on.โ
Brian winced as you helped him up the porch steps, but he didnโt complain. Halfway across the yard he paused you, bending down with a small groan to scoop up his camcorder from the grass. He tucked it into his pocket.
The house felt strangely quiet after all the yelling outside. You guided Brian down the hall, pushed open the laundry room door, and flipped on the light. The fluorescent bulb buzzed to life overhead as you shut the door behind you, cutting off the distant noise from outside. Brian leaned against the dryer and tried catching his breath. His gray zip-up was dark with blood in a couple places, it having soaked through his shirt now. You turned to the cabinets and started rifling through them, looking for the first aid supplies.
โYou alright?โ you asked, glancing over your shoulder as you pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a box of medical wrap and bandages. Brian let out a tired huff and started shrugging off his jacket, wincing when the fabric pulled at the cuts on his shoulder and side.
โIโve had worse,โ he strained. โJeffโs got a mean swing when heโs pissed, but heโs sloppy. Mostly got my shoulder and side.โ
You set the supplies on the counter and turned to look at him properly. The cuts werenโt too deep, but they were bleeding steadily, and bruises were already starting to bloom across his skin. You grabbed a clean towel from one of the shelves and stepped closer.ย
โYouโre gonna have to take your shirt off,โ you said, trying to sound nonchalant. โI canโt clean them properly like this.โ
Brian smiled at you, which turned into a chuckle. โIf you just wanted to get my shirt off, you couldโve asked nicely.โ
You swatted at his arm, your cheeks burning hotter with every second. โShut up and take it off.โ
He obliged with a small hiss of pain, reaching back to pull the black t-shirt over his head. The fabric dragged against the cuts, making him grimace.
Your eyes betrayed you the second the shirt came off.
Brian wasโฆ unfairly built. Neat, blond hair dusted across his chest, trailing down over the defined lines of his abs. His shoulders and arms were strong and corded from years of rough work, and a sharp V-line disappearing beneath his belt buckle made your mouth go a little dry. The happy trail that led downward only made it worse. He wasnโt even doing anything, and yet just looking at him felt vulgar.
You had to physically blink yourself out of it before stepping closer.
You pressed the clean towel against the worst of the bleeding on his side. Being this close to him made the already small laundry room feel more cramped than the closet, which definitely had significantly less room. You could feel the heat rolling off his skin, could almost see steam rising where the cool air met his body. The bleeding had mostly slowed, but the cuts were still open enough that they needed covering to prevent any infection. You dabbed carefully, trying to be as gentle as possible.
โSorry,โ you whispered when he groaned.
โItโs okay,โ Brian teased. โI can take it. Iโm tough.โ
You rolled your eyes, but smiled despite yourself. Once the area was as clean as you could get it with the towel, you picked up a rag from the same laundry stack and wetted it with the hydrogen peroxide.
โThis might burn,โ you warned.
He nodded, tightening his jaw as you pressed the rag to the cuts. He hissed through his teeth but stayed still, one hand gripping the edge of the dryer for support.
You worked in silence for a moment before the question slipped out. โWhy did you fight Jeff like that?โ you dabbed at a particularly nasty slice on his shoulder.
Brian didnโt answer right away. You glanced up at his face. His gaze was softer now, more focused on your face than on the pain.
โIs it because he fell on me?โ you asked quietly. โIt was an accident, Brian.โ
He shook his head, eyes fixed somewhere above your head now. โIt wasnโt.โ
You paused, looking up at him. โWhat do you mean?โ
Brian let out a deep breath. โJeff saw you werenโt looking. He crashed into you on purpose. He knew it would piss me off.โ
You blinked, processing his words. Your hand stilled against his side. โAre youโฆ jealous?โ
Brian didnโt answer right away. Instead, he shifted slightly so you could reach the cut under his arm better, ignoring your question. โHe hurt you on purpose,โ that was the only thing that mattered.
You didnโt push the jealousy question. โStillโฆ nobody else reacted the way you did.โ
Brian stayed silent as you finished cleaning the last of the cuts. You tore open a few bandage packets and started placing the squares over the worst ones, smoothing medical tape over them with careful fingers. He moved when you needed him to, lifting his arm or turning slightly without complaint.
When you were almost done, he spoke again, startling you a bit.
โHe didnโt hurt you at all, did he?โ
You shook your head. โJust knocked me down. Iโm fine.โ
โIโll kill him.โ
You let out a surprised laugh. โWhy are you so mad?โ
He didnโt answer.
You pressed another bandage into place, then looked up at him. โYouโre dodging my questions. Thatโs three tonight.โ
Brian huffed, exasperated that youโd called him out. โIโm not dodging. Youโre just asking very difficult things.โ
You raised an eyebrow, wiping your hands on the towel. โOkay. Fine. Simple questions only.โ You smoothed one last piece of tape over his ribs. โWhat made you get so mad at Jeff?โ
Brian watched you for a long moment. โBecause he hurt you,โ was all he said.
You sighed. โIโm not hurt.โ
โYou couldโve been.โ
The words hung between you. You leaned back a little, studying him as you crossed your arms and reviewed your work. Brianโs bare chest rose and fell steadily under your gaze, the fresh bandages standing out against his skin, but staying secure nonetheless. It was a hack job, but at least he wasnโt bleeding anymore.
โOkay. You so many questions. My turn.โ Brian crossed his arms. โJeff hit you. Why arenโt you angry?โ
You thought about it, then shrugged. โBecause I know heโs an idiot. He does stuff like that to get a rise out of people, to get attention. If he actually wanted to hurt me, he wouldโve been. It wasnโt about me. It was about getting under your skin.โ
Brian looked at you for a long second, then glanced down at the fresh bandages on his side. He smoothed his fingers over one of them absently.
You crossed your arms too. โWhy didnโt you haul Jeff off of Toby in the first place instead of jumping in?โ
โBecause Toby needed to get a little of his own back,โ Brian said. โAnd he had a reason to fight.โ
You raised an eyebrow. โAnd you didnโt?โ
Brian shook his head, a little smile tugging at his mouth. โMy turn.โ
You grumbled but let him have it.
โDid I look cool fighting Jeff?โ he asked, completely serious.
You couldnโt help but laugh, the question breaking your faux seriousness. โYeah. You looked awesome.โ
Brianโs grin widened, pleased with himself. But you quickly got back on track. โWhy do you keep asking me questions about Jeff?โย
He shrugged. โJust want to know your opinions on him.โ
You opened your mouth to ask another, but Brian was already speaking again.
โWhy are you being such an interrogator tonight?โ
โIโm not,โ you said, a little defensive. Then you turned it back on him. โWhy are you being so defensive? You literally fought for me in front of everyone, but now you wonโt even answer my questions about why?โ
Brian blew out a long breath and ran a hand over his face. He looked tired all of a sudden, but more of a restless type.
You pressed anyway, asking the same question from before. โAre you jealous of Jeff?โ
He didnโt answer right away. The feeling of this silence was more thick than the cigarette smoke outside. Then Brian pushed off the dryer and stepped forward, crowding your space until your hips were nearly against the dryer. He looked down at you, grumbling as he spoke.
โNo.โ
You swallowed. โLiar.โ
Brianโs eyes stayed on yours. For a moment, the only sound was your own heartbeat in your ears. When he spoke, he basically mumbled it.
โI donโt want anyoneโs hands touching you but mine.โ
It was around that moment that you began to smell the dried blood and peroxide in the air, and it made you a bit dizzy. Paired with the intense rush of adrenaline that shot through your gut at those words, you couldnโt do anything but blink at him. You could feel the warmth coming off his bare chest. Your hands itched to reach out, but you kept them at your sides, your heart racing as you looked up at him.
The outside world felt very far away now.
โWas that too forward?โ His eyes looked all over your face, eyeing any expression youโd make.
You swallowed, throat suddenly very dry. โNo.โ The word came out quieter than you meant it to.
Brian let out a deep breath. Then his hands moved. They came up from his sides and settled on the edge of the dryer on either side of your hips, effectively pinning you back against the machine. The heat of his bare skin radiated toward you close enough that you could feel it even without him fully touching you.
Your heart kicked into a wild pace. Your eyes couldnโt decide where to settleโdarting between his face and the toned lines of his chest, the sheen of sweat drying on his skin from the fight, the fresh bandages youโd just put on him. It was all so close.
It was your turn to ask something. You forced the words out.
โWhy did you get so mad at Jeffโฆ really?โ
Brian breathed in deeply, his chest rising and falling right in front of you. For a moment he didnโt answer. Then his gaze dropped to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes.
โBecause it made me so fucking mad,โ he admitted, his voice turning a little gritty, โseeing him on you like that. He was so careless. Like you were just something to push around. He wouldnโt know how to handle you. He wouldnโt know what to do with you if he tried.โ
The words hit you square in the chest. You stared at him, stunned into silence again. Brian watched your expression carefully, like he was bracing for you to pull away or tell him to stop.
Then, โIs this okay?โ
He slid one hand from the edge of the dryer to rest on your hip. His palm was warm but rough from years of hauling weapons and bodies. The skin underneath erupted with goosebumps. His thumb brushed an absent circle over the fabric of your shirt.
You nodded, barely trusting your voice. Your hand came up slowly, your fingers wrapping around the forearm of the hand he still had braced on the dryer. Brianโs eyes flicked down to where you touched him, watching for a moment before his other hand slid from your hip up to the small of your waist, settling just atop your ribs. He leaned in just a tad closer.
You swallowed around the question you needed to ask. โAre you only doing this because youโre drunk and you want to hook up?โ
The question slipped out before you could stop it. Your mind flashed back to your talk earlierโall those drunken pairs, Nina and Jane in the bathroom, the way people get when theyโre under substances and lonely.
But Brian shook his head, giving you a certain look. โIโm not drunk.โ
You blinked at him. โIโmโฆ not either.โ
He grinned just a bit. His thumb swept slowly across your side, catching just under the curve of your breast. The feeling made you gasp.
Brain looked at your lips. โCan I kiss you?โ
You didnโt even have to think about it. โYeah,โ you whispered.
You both leaned in at the same time.
Your hand slid from his forearm up to his jaw, cupping his face as your lips met. Brianโs mouth was soft against yours, tasting faintly of beer and cigarette ash. Then he tilted his head slightly, deepening it, and everything seemed to melt in your brain and your nerves.
His hand on your waist pulled you closer, pressing your hips against his as his jaw worked to kiss you as deep as he could. You sighed into his mouth, your fingers sliding into the short hair at the nape of his neck and gripping there. Brian made a quiet sound in response and gripped at your waist a little harder.
When you finally pulled back for air, your foreheads stayed pressed together. Brianโs eyes were half-lidded, breathing a little uneven as his thumb continued its soothing stroke along your side.
โBeen wanting to do that for a while,โ he admitted.
You let out a shaky laugh, still cupping his jaw. โYeah?โ
โYeah.โ He pecked at your lips. โWay longer than just tonight.โ
Brian kissed you again. Both of his hands settled on your waist, sliding slowly over the fabric of your shirt, exploring the curves he found. โI was so happy when the bottle landed on me,โ he admitted between kisses. โI wanted to tell you. Wanted to kiss you the second we stepped in here. But you seemed content to just hang out and talkโฆ so I was okay with that too.โ
โYou shouldโve.โ
Brian shook his head. โBut when Jeff hit youโฆ I was so mad. I just wanted to tear him to pieces. I didnโt know what to do with it.โ
He leaned down a little, his hands sliding behind your thighs. In one smooth motion, he hauled you upward. You gripped his shoulders for balance, careful of his bandages, as he lifted you onto the top of the dryer, stepping between your legs. His hands splayed over your thighs, pushing them open just a little wider so he could press in as close as possible.
Then he kissed you again.
Your hands came up to cup either side of his jaw, and Brian made a frustrated noise as he spoke between more kisses.
โJeff wouldnโt know how to touch you,โ he murmured against your mouth. โWouldnโt know how to be gentle. Wouldnโt know what you likeโฆ how you sound when youโre feeling good.โ
You pulled back just enough to look at him, raising an eyebrow at his statements. โAnd you do?โ
He nodded very seriously, as if that were even a question.
โI can show you,โ he mumbled. โIf youโll let me.โ
Before you could answer, his hands slid down to your thighs, tugging you forward until you were sitting right on the edge of the dryer. He stepped in closer, pressing his hips between your spread legs.
You felt him immediatelyโfelt the hard, unmistakable outline of his cock pushing against you through both your jeans. You couldnโt help but gasp. Your hand flew down to his abdomen, your palm pressing flat against his warm skin to keep him from pressing any harder. You didnโt know if you could handle it right now. You let your other hand fall behind you, bracing your weight up. His abs were firm under your fingers, and the heat of him made your head spin.
โWe shouldnโt do this in here,โ you whispered.
Brianโs eyes stayed locked on yours.
โBut you want to,โ he hummed. โI can see it.โ
You shivered, glancing over his shoulder at the closed laundry room door. โSomeone could come inโฆ thereโs not even a lock on that door.โ
Brian didnโt answer with words. Instead, he rolled his hips forward in the barest grind against your clothed center. Your eyes fluttered shut at the friction, a quiet groan catching in your throat. When you opened them again, Brian was looking down between your bodies, watching the way he pressed against you with heavy-lidded eyes.
The sight of him like that made something hot twist in your stomach.
Your hand slid from his abs down to the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers curled into the hem, gripping his belt. Then, almost without thinking, you tugged him forward, pulling his hips firmer against yours.
Brianโs eyes rolled back slightly as he grabbed your hips, letting you guide the rhythm while he ground against your clothed cunt. Sparks shot through your entire body with every slow roll of his hips against yours.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You couldnโt believe this was actually happening. Your resolve was dissolving by the second, and as Brian began to speak endlessly, it didnโt help in the slightest.
โThatโs itโฆ feels so good already,โ he breathed. โLook at that cute face. You feel good, donโt you?โ
He pulled back just enough to give a little faux thrust between your legs, bumping his hard cock right against your center through your jeans. The quick bump made you jump, a sharp whine escaping you. Brian grinned against your lips as he leaned in, clearly enjoying your reaction, and did it again. And again.
He kept that rhythmโgrinding hard when your hips met, then pulling back to give those teasing thrusts that made your thighs tremble. Somewhere in the middle of it, one of his hands slid up from your hip, cupping your chest over your shirt. His thumb brushed across your nipple through the fabric, and your head fell back against the wall.
โBrianโโ you whined as quietly as you could.
โTell me how you feel,โ he murmured.
You swallowed, trying to catch your breath. โIt feels goodโฆ really good. But you have to talk quieter. Please.โ
Brian laughed quietly. โItโll be alright,โ he whispered. โNobodyโs coming in here.โ
Before you could respond, he gripped your hips and tugged you off the dryer, setting you on your feet. He turned you around, pressing up behind you until your hips met the edge of the machine again. You braced your hands against the cool metal as he pushed forward, grinding his cock against your ass through your jeans.
Brianโs arms came around your waist, hugging your torso from behind as he pulled you back against his chest. His lips found your cheek, then your jaw, kissing you softly while he rolled his hips in little pushes.
โYou okay?โ his lips brushed against your ear. โI can stop if you want me to.โ
You shook your head quickly. โNoโฆ just be easy.โ
He hummed, โIโll be so easy for you.โ
His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt and his palms splayed across your stomach. He explored anything he could feel, his fingers tracing your skin as he pulled you tighter against him. Then his hands traveled higher, cupping your chest over your bra and squeezing handfuls.
You tried your best to push back against him, rolling your hips in time with his, but Brian was doing most of the work of guiding you with his hands and the rhythm of his body. Every grind against you made you feel the hard length of him, the friction sending heat curling up through your stomach.
โCan I finger you?โ he whispered.
You barely had time to nod before his hands slid down your stomach, his fingers deftly popping the button of your jeans open. He tugged your zipper down, and you felt your face growing hotter by the second.ย
โWhy do you have to be so vulgar?โ you groaned.
Brian chuckled, โI like how you react.โ He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties together and started pulling them down your hips. โCan I?โ
You nodded quickly. โYeahโฆโ
He pushed your jeans down just past your hips, letting them bunch around your thighs. The cool air hit your exposed cunt and you shivered, but Brian made sure to quickly warm you up.ย
โThese are cute,โ he murmured, running his fingers along the waistband of your panties before tugging them the rest of the way down with your jeans. โBut theyโre in the way.โ
His hands roamed over youโhis palms sliding across your pelvis, your upper thighs, then between them. You pushed your hips back against him instinctively and Brian groaned when his fingers finally pushed between your folds, feeling just how wet you were.
โFuckโฆ youโre soaked,โ His middle finger found your clit immediately and started rubbing eager, tight circles. You gripped his forearm as you whined, gritting your teeth.
โI shouldโve done this sooner,โ he groaned. โYou clearly need it.โ
His fingertips teased at your entrance, massaging the tight ring of muscle before swiping back up to your clit. You reached back with one hand, threading your fingers into his hair as he kissed and nipped at your neck, whispering filthy little comments between kisses.
โWould anybody else be able to make you feel this good? Nah, just me.โ
Your hips rocked against his hand. Brian pressed his middle finger against your entrance and slowly pushed it inside.
You groaned, falling forward a little to brace against the dryer. The little stretch felt so good it made your head spin.
Brian hummed. โAh, you can take more than that.โ
Before you could respond, he pushed a second thick finger in alongside the first, stretching your cunt open. You clamped your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that tried to escape, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure flooded through you. His fingers curled and pressed against your insides.
โBrianโhold onโโ
โShh, itโs okay. Iโve got you.โ
He fingered you irritatingly slowly, letting his knuckles push in and out rhythmically. You felt every bit of itโthe stretch, the drag, the way his fingers curled and pressed against your walls with intent. Your eyes rolled back each time his knuckles sank back into you.
โFuck, youโre so tight,โ Brian huffed. โGonna stretch you out nice and slow, donโt you worry.โ
โIt feels goodโฆ really goodโโ
โYou think Jeff could make you feel like this?โ His fingers curled distinctly on each word, like he was making a point. โThink his fingers could do this?โ
You let out a frustrated whine. โCan you not talk about another guy right now?โ
Brian chuckled, โSorry, hun. I just want you to know exactly whoโs making you feel this good.โ
You melted a little at the pet name. โYou are,โ you whispered.
โYeah, I know,โ he kissed your temple. โLet me hear how good it feels.โ
He pumped his fingers a little faster, thrusting deeper and more thoroughly than before, the wet squelching sounds of his hand working between your legs filling the small room. You moaned openly now, unable to hold your voice back, your hips rocking back to meet every movement as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.
Brianโs free hand left the warmth under your shirt and moved behind you. You heard the clink and shuffle of his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the sound of his zipper. A fresh rush of anxiety hit you as he shoved the front of his jeans down against your ass, then pushed his boxers down too. Something hot, heavy, and wet pressed against your bare skin. You felt him grip himself, tapping the thick head of his cock against your ass a couple of times.
Your hand flew back, gripping his hip tightly.
โWaitโ Brian, wait a minute,โ you panted.
He tugged his fingers from your insides, taking to steadying you instead with his hand on your hip. โWhatโs the matter?โ
You looked back over your shoulder at him. Your eyes trailed down his bodyโthe strong shoulders, the defined chest, the sharp V-line and happy trail that led lowerโand then you saw it.
Oh my god.
He was long. Nauseatingly. Thick enough to match the rest of his tall, toned frame. The flushed red tip glistened with pre and throbbed against your skin. It looked intimidating resting against your ass.
You faced forward again, whispering under your breath, โOh my godโฆโ
Brian made a funny โahhโ sound, like he understood immediately what was troubling you.
โDonโt worry,โ he said. โIf Iโm gonna fuck you, itโs gonna be in a much better setting than this dusty old room.โ
You felt a strange little pang of disappointment in your chest. You turned your head slightly, wanting to say something, but decided against it.
Brian noticed anyway. โWhatโs wrong?โ
You stayed quiet. After a second, he let out another soft โahhh,โ like the realization had clicked. You wanted to flog him for saying โahhโ more than once at a time like this.
โI know what you like,โ he murmured.
He pushed his flat hand on your back, guiding you to lean further over the dryer. You braced your hands on the cool metal as he tapped the thick head of his cock against your skin again, then angled it downward.
You opened your mouth to say โwait,โ but Brian was already moving.
He slid the hot length of his cock between the gap in your thighs, pressing it up firmly against your soaked cunt from below. The thick shaft nestled perfectly between your folds, the head nudging out past your clit.
โFuckโฆ do you feel that?โ Brian breathed against the back of your neck as he leaned over you. โHaha, youโre gonna kill me.โ
He rolled his hips again, letting the thick length of him slide back and forth between your thighs, rubbing right against your clit with every pass. Paired with the slickness of you, it felt maddening.
Brian groaned happily. โThatโs itโฆ Here, here. Press your thighs together a bit more. Yeahh, like that.โ
You did as you were told, and it pushed Brianโs cock against your cunt more firmly. The two of you sighed, holding onto anything and everything to stabilize yourselves as Brian began to shallowly fuck your thighs. The head of his cock would catch on your clit, then push through the front of your thighs, before retreating right back in.
You moaned as Brianโs fingertips dug into your hips, tugging you back against him with every pass. The friction of his cock sliding between your thighs and against your soaked cunt was driving you crazy.
โFuck, listen to you,โ he pantsd. โSoaking my cock like thisโฆ Youโd love it if I just pushed into you right now, huh?โ
You gave a little โyeah, yeahโ pushing back against him. But you felt his pace falter and his hips turn a bit like he was reaching for something behind him. You turned to look over your shoulder, just to see Brian had fished out his camcorder and was turning it on.
You turned your head away quickly. โBrianโโ
โShh. I wanted to document all of tonight,โ he muttered, flipping the screen open. He watched as the screen lit up and started recording. โThis is arguably the most important moment.โ
You rolled your eyes, but you didnโt stop him. Instead, you bent forward a little more over the dryer, arching your back and pushing your ass out toward him.
Brian groaned in approval. He kept one hand on the camcorder, angling it down to capture the sight of his cock sliding between your thighs, while his other hand returned to your hip. He started thrusting again, slower this time, letting the wet head of his cock drag along your folds and bump against your clit with every pass.
The new angle made your ass slap softly against his pelvis with each bump of his hips, a little rhythmic pat-pat-pat that filled the room alongside your shaky breaths.
โGoddamnโฆ look at that,โ Brian muttered. โOn the camera it looks like Iโm actually fucking you. Hnn, I wish I was inside you right now.โ
You moaned louder, arching your back even more so the tip of his cock bumped harder against your clit on every thrust.ย
โYou want that?โ he played at the thought. โJust say the word and Iโll fuck you right here, hun.โ
Filthy promises. Filthy promises that made your stomach flip over on itself.
โI thinkโฆ I think I want to cum,โ you whimpered, each thrust punching the words from your mouth.
You could hear him smile as he spoke, โThat works too.โ
He pulled the camcorder away from where heโd been filming your ass and reached around in front of you, setting it on the top of the dryer before you. The lens pointed directly at your torso and below. The little red recording light blinked rhythmically, capturing it all.
You suddenly felt very embarrassed about your compromising position. You brought both hands up to cover your face when you felt your cheeks begin to burn.
Brian didnโt like that much.
He caught your wrists and pulled them down, folding your arms behind your back. You felt his strong hand come to grasp your wrists, contorting your arms behind you. His other hand returned to your hip, an iron grip pressing into your skin as he fucked your legs.
You moaned out loud, pulling weakly against his grip, but it was useless. He was so much stronger than you. You wondered if anyone could hear the noises you were making, or at least the tink, tink of Brianโs belt buckle hitting against the back of your thighs every time he thrusted. Probably. The thought made your face burn even hotter.
Fuckโฆ you were gonna cum.
You looked down between your pressed-together legs, watching the flushed, drooling tip of Brianโs cock thrust back and forth, breaching between your thighs before retreating back in. The sight was obscene. You couldnโt stop staring.
How did it look on camera? You thought through your dizzy haze. Was the lens catching your face right now? Would they be able to see your mouth falling open? Or how badly you were shaking? You couldnโt stop. Would Brian watch this back later? Would he jerk himself off to it in his room, replaying the sounds you made? Would he show it to Tim? To Toby? Would he use it as blackmail against you someday?
The thought should have horrified you.
It didnโt.
If it felt this good without him even fucking you yetโฆ youโd probably let him do whatever he wanted.
Brian must have noticed how lost you were in your own head, because he suddenly wrapped both arms around your middle, hugging your body tight against his chest. The warmth of him surrounded you completely.
โLook at me,โ he murmured.
You turned your head, and the moment you did, he caught your lips in a hungry kiss. Your arms were trapped between your back and his torso, feeling the flex and tension of his muscles as he moved. You pushed your hands lower, sliding them down until your fingers brushed the trail of hair on his pelvis, then wrapped around the thick base of his cock.
Brian hissed sharply against your mouth, his hips stuttering for a moment at your touch.
You could feel how wet he wasโhis length soaked from sliding between your folds, practically pulsing in your grip. He was rock hard.
โYou feel how hard I am for you?โ he smiled.
You nodded frantically, squeezing the base of his cock as he started thrusting between your thighs again, and now thrusting into your hand. The grip let you angle him so the head of his cock rubbed right against your clit directly instead of bumping it as it passed. Brianโs arms tightened around you, holding you up as your legs started to shake.
โIf you keep doing thatโฆโ he panted, โIโm gonna cum. Yeah. Yeah, Iโm gonna cum.โ
You didnโt stop. You couldnโt. The pressure was too much, too good. Your climax snuck up on you suddenly, crashing over you without warning.
Your eyes clamped shut as your body went limp in his arms. Your walls clenched pitifully around nothing, pulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through you. You rode the length of his cock desperately, grinding your clit against him as you couldnโt do much more than whine.
Brian grunted, โMe tooโme too, fuckโshow the camera, hun. Tell โem how good you feel.โ
You gasped, barely able to form words as your orgasm rolled through your muscles. โIโm cummingโBrian, Iโm cuu-cummingโโ you babbled. โFeels so goodโoh godโmmhnโโ
โYeah, you are,โ his words were slurred a bit. โI can feel it. Fuuuck, I feel you throbbingโโ
His hips could barely stutter forward anymore. He hurriedly reached over and grabbed the towel youโd used earlier, pressing it against your thighs right where the head of his cock kept popping out between them.
โGonna cumโโ that was all the warning you got.
You felt him throb against you. Then he was spilling thick ropes of cum into the towel as he buried his hips as firmly as he could against your ass. His fingers dug into the skin of your waist, branding into your muscles.
You felt the warm stickiness of his cum press against the front of your thighs, soaking into the towel.
It felt like an eternity before Brianโs arms around you eventually loosened, and when they did, your legs gave out. You slumped forward, bracing yourself against the dryer with both hands as you lost all the strength you previously had.
Brian chuckled and reached past you to grab the camcorder. You blindly fumbled for it first, shutting the screen and ending the recording before he could think to capture anything else embarrassing of you. He took the device from your hand and set it aside, then grabbed a fresh towel from the stack of laundry. He was gentle as he cleaned you up, making sure to wipe the mess from between your thighs, along your skin, careful not to press too hard where you were still sensitive. Once you were clean, he took care of himself, wiping the bits of cum and your arousal from his cock and lower stomach before tossing the dirty towel aside.
You tried to push yourself upright, but Brianโs hands were already on your thighs and tugging your panties and jeans back up your legs. He helped you wiggle lthem over your hips before spinning you around to face him. He pressed your hips back against the dryer, caging you in with his body like he had before.
โFuck you,โ you muttered, though there was no real heat behind it.
Brian just smiled his little crooked smile that showed the little gap between his front teeth and reached down to zip and button your jeans for you. He cupped your jaw as he tilted your face up to his. He kissed you again, slower to savor the moment, or maybe something dumb like that.
โThank you,โ he hummed.
You blinked up at him, a little dazed. Then you reached behind you, grabbed the camcorder, and handed it back to him. Brian took it with a nod and slid it into his back pocket. โThis will come in handy later.โ
You rolled your eyes, but your gaze dropped to his shoulder and ribs. The fresh bandages youโd put on him were already blooming with red stains, the cuts having restarted their bleeding due to all the jostling and movement.
โFuck, Brian,โ you hissed, reaching out to gently touch the edge of one bandage that was peeling up a little. โTheyโre bleeding again.โ
He glanced down at himself, then back up at you with an unrepentant grin.
โI didnโt want to stop,โ he said simply with a shrug.
Now that your senses were starting to come back online, you could hear the music had restarted in the living room. Underneath it was the dull rumble of conversation, people laughing and shouting like the fight outside had already been forgotten and their quarrels were set aside.
You pressed off the dryer, testing the steadiness of your legs before deciding they were usable. Brian reached down and grabbed his torn shirt and blood-stained jacket off the floor. He pulled them over his head and cringed, the dried blood making the fabric stiff and uncomfortable against his fresh bandages.
โSomeone definitely heard us,โ you grumbled, smoothing your own shirt down.
Brian waved you off. โCโmon now. Nobody would care anyway.โ
He reached for the door handle, cracked it open, and peeked out first. Then he let out a very dry laugh.
You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
Brian looked out at whoever was there and said, โHow long have you been here for?โ
Oh god.
A familiar voice answered from the hallway. โLong enough.โ
Tim. Of course it was Tim. These two couldnโt stand to be more than ten feet apart at any given time.
โSomebody had to stand guard out here and make sure you didnโt get walked in on.โ
Brian glanced over his shoulder at you, then opened the door wider so you could see each other. You gave an awkward little wave, wanting very much to disappear at this moment. Tim had his arms crossed, leaning against the opposite wall of the door. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes looked as bored and flat as ever.
You felt like you were about to get scolded, but instead Tim looked at Brian and said, dry as bone, โOnly youโre allowed to touch, huh?โ
Brian grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. โOh cโmon man, you know Iโll always put out for you.โ
Tim huffed a laugh and shook his head, pushing off the wall. You and Brian walked out and fell into step with him. You walked between them, standing just like when you went out looking for them earlier tonight.ย
You glanced up at Tim. โHowโs Toby?โ
โThrew up about twice. Heโs somewhere with his little posse now. Probably getting babied.โ
โAnd Jeff?โ
โJackโs relocating his nose downstairs,โ Tim said flatly. โMight be a while.โ
You shook your head. โEveryone should make those two clean up everything by themselves. Since they wanted to make more of a mess.โ
Brian nodded beside you, his arm sliding around your shoulders as you walked. You turned your head to see him digging into his back pocket and pull out the camcorder, shaking it lightly toward Tim.
โAnd Iโve got a fun idea for a movie Tim should watch later,โ he said, grinning.
Timโs eyes narrowed, โIโm not watching your porno.โ
โCโmon. You knowโฆ for posterity.โ
You elbowed him, but not without smiling a little too.
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Not to be a Debbie Downer or anything, but has anyone else noticed that fanfiction is kind of dying? Don't get me wrong, I love SMAUs so much, but I feel like they're slowly starting to replace what fanfiction really is. Instead of sitting down and genuinely enjoying a story, people seem to prefer SMAUs because they're shorter and easier to consume.
And again, I literally make SMAUs myself, but they take a minimal amount of effort compared to one-shots or multi-chapter fics. Yet SMAUs tend to get so much more attention than works that actually require hours and hours of writing.
Maybe it's not a huge deal, but I still feel like longer, more in-depth fics deserve more appreciation.
Sorry for not posting lately!! Iโve been working on a one-shot for Brian, and itโs turning out so amazing. Iโll be releasing a SMAU by the end of tonight (PST) though!!
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Behold: my headcanon for Kagekaoโs face!! The author never did an official face reveal, so this is how I imagine he looks.
I tried to stay true to his written description while still adding my own touches. I picture him with an unhingable jaw and exposed teeth.
Also, his tattoos are inspired by Hakuji from Demon Slayer. In the Edo period, criminals were often tattooed to make identification easier, so I think that detail really fits his sadistic personality.
I also headcanon that inhuman creeps (likeย Eyeless Jack,ย Laughing Jack,ย Slenderman, Kagekao, etc.) arenโt affected by ordinary injuries and can only be scarred by another inhuman being.
With that in mind, I like to imagine his scars came from a fight withย Eyeless Jack...
Me imagining them fighting like a pair of scrappy alley cats โฌ