𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢.

      something had taken over wes. sure, he was usually a messy little slut, but never like this. never had he had wanton disregard for his own needs and wants for someone else. it was weird and strange, but wes honestly kinda liked it. he didn’t mind that luca was high out of his mind now, still puffing on his the blunt while wes worked his magic. he could’ve acted like he wasn’t there, and he would’ve still loved it — as long as his lips got to work that thick cock until exploding in his mouth. he just wanted to be a good little whore for luca. he’d gladly do anything he wanted, take all his friends’ loads, suck them all off, clean their feet or pits… whatever luca ordered him to do, he’d do it happily. “gonna love being your little slut to pimp out,” wes admitted. the images of him spread out with a group of luca’s friends surrounding him as luca used him to the max floated around in his head. his cock was already aching again, just from the thought. wes had never been so fucking needy in his entire life. all that just translated into his strokes along the raven-haired male’s cock. wes was sloppy and messy, slobber escaping from this corners of his lips and down unto his chin. the tip of his cock rammed against the back of wes’s throat time and time again, and he loved it. the dull ache in the back of his throat just aided in his pleasure. if he were being completely honest, he could’ve gotten off just sucking luca’s sweaty cock. blue-green eyes stayed focus on luca, silently memorizing the waves of pleasure washing over him. he was a fucking work of art, and wes wanted to do nothing more than to please him until he was completely spent. he was yanked off the cock, much to his dismay, but the tug at his curls appeased him. “am i doin’ a good job, daddy?” wes asked, feigning innocence — as if he wasn’t a filthy slut, as if he hadn’t just used luca’s feet to get off moments ago. but soon enough he was gagging on his cock again, the entire hardened member lodged down his throat. he kept himself there, knuckles squeezed white in a fist. wes slowly started to bob his head once again, getting the lanky male nice and wet — hopefully for the fucking he’d get, if luca were up for it. his wishes seemed to be coming true the next time he’d tugged away. a smirk was stretched out across his features, letting the cock slap against his face. wes knew he looked a mess, but he knew he looked fucking good too. and it was all just for luca. “you’re gonna let me make you cum twice, sir?” wes questioned, excitement already visible in his gaze. he obeyed his orders, climbing up on the couch at lightning speed. his knees tucked under his chest, his ass up in the air on full display. “you gonna fill up my pussy, daddy? use me like the worthless whore i am?”

      if there was anyone who could pull him out his pit of self-loathing and doubt, it was easily river. all his happiest memories had him and his bright smile in frame. when he needed comfort, a shoulder to cry, or anything really, the very first place he turned to was river. he knew everything about jake, and jake knew everything about river. he had memorized his hazel eyes so intently down to the detail that he knew where the little green and gold flecks appeared. he knew all his favorite movies, all his favorite songs, how he liked his coffee, his favorite scents, what size shoe he wore… and yet he still craved more — he wanted to know every little thing going on inside his pretty little head. jake wanted to protect him from the rest of the world, keep him all to himself, ward off any danger he might face… until he realized he was the danger he wanted to shield him from. jake wasn’t good at anything but hurting people, letting them get their hopes up only to send them down to the ground in a crash. jake knew he deserved better… so that was why sometimes, it was best to keep river at arms’ length. he wouldn’t have to get caught up in his path of destruction. no amount of prayer, no amount of liquor could absolve him from repeating the sins of his father. “i guess so. but i’ll still beat them with my walker if they go puttin’ their paws on things they shouldn’t,” jake assured him. “you’re right… you’re always right. you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me,” the brunet boy agreed with a nod. he wished he could say the same thing for himself, but he knew the longer river was around him, the more likely he was going to end up hurt. there was no one, nothing he wanted or needed more than river, though. the air in his lungs couldn’t compare to how badly he needed river by his side, to comfort him, to hold him. jake wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to mark him up, to claim his as his own, but in his heart, he knew that he could never provide him with what he needed — stability, all the attention in the world, unfettered love. jake was too stuck in his own self to give him that, and it hurt worse than any blow that had been delivered to his flesh. that was all he could think about as their lips are crashing against each other. they’re almost past the point of no return, almost taking that forbidden step… but river pulled back, and he knew, in that moment, they’d never be. river knew it too. he was a worthless piece of shit, and everyone knew it. “yeah, that’s all i can say,” jake mumbled. normally, he’d just shut down — construct those walls he’d grown to need to build just to survive. but river deserved at the very least some kind of answer. “i’m not good for you. i… i’m not good for anyone, so you might as well get out while you can before i drag you down with me too,” he said flatly, eyes looking anywhere but river. he couldn’t deny the words stung, even worse when he remembered who uttered them. the world around him was caving on itself, and he was paralyzed, stuck in fear. “yep. you know me better than anyone else, so i can’t argue with you there,” jake chuckled humorlessly. “why do you even deal with me, river? you could be doing… so many better things. why do you waste your time on me?” he questioned. “i’m never going to love you like that.” because i’m not capable of loving anything, he omitted… but jake figured what he said would knock the house of cards down finally — wipe the idea of any kind of romance between them happening because jake wouldn’t be able to live with himself when he inescapably fucked things up with him.