What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces?
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Alex
(should I warn y'all about smut? well, anyway. smut.)
“Why don’t you do something about it then, Lexy? Prove me wrong. Prove me I'm the typical teenage boy,” he crossed his arms again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Prove me you're not a fucking coward."
As soon as the words left his mouth, I absolutely lost it. Who the fuck did this boy think he was? Actually, that didn’t matter. If he wanted to challenge me, so be it. All thoughts of consequences and the possibility of making a horrid mistake went flying out of my head and were replaced by the feelings that had kept gathering in me all through the last two weeks, anger being the one to top all of the others as I shoved the boy against the kitchen counter behind him, holding him in place with my hands.
“If you’re so fucking desperate, I will,” I spat and undid his belt, adrenaline pumping though my veins. For a second there, a blush crept on the boy’s face and he gaped at me, but pulled himself together just as quickly.
“Who says I’m still interested, old man?” the boy said through gritted teeth, but didn’t push me away as I yanked off his trousers and boxers in one harsh move, not sparing a glance at his bruised legs.
“This does,” I said, gripping his hard length, causing the boy to groan and his hips to buck forward. The reaction stopped me briefly and I leaned closer to whisper in Jack’s ear. “Now are you still telling me you don’t want me to fuck you?” The kid let out a whimper as I yanked him around, causing him to bend over the counter. “This is what you wanted, right? Ever since you saw my face, you wanted me,” I groaned in his ear. I could feel him shudder when I put my cold hands on his hips.
“You’re so full of yourself,” he snapped before shoving himself back so he was pressing against me and causing me to let out a low moan. “And definitely out of practice,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Shut the fuck up, don't say another fucking word,” I growled, pushing him into the counter once again to prove my point. I didn’t wait for him to recover as I grabbed the condom that was hidden in my back pocket (you just never know) and put it between my teeth while working on my own belt. The sound caught the kid’s attention and he tried to turn, but I kicked one of his feet further, spreading his legs and causing him to cling to the counter for more support. Once I had opened the belt, I didn’t bother pulling the jeans too low before ripping open the wrapper and pulling the condom on.
At this point I was sure that I was in fact just as aroused as the boy in front of me and while the thought should’ve repelled me, it didn’t. I had lost all of my sense long ago and as soon as I heard the boy whimper, I thrust into him without a single remorse feeling. It wasn’t much of a surprise when the boy cried out loudly, the sound soon dying off in a broken whimper as my harsh thrusts turned into a steady, fast paced rhythm.
“Aw, you regretting what you said?” I sneered, holding the boy tightly by his hips.
“N-not even c-close, this s’n-nothing!” he managed to pant out between his whimpers.
“Oh? So you want more?” I growled, fastening my pace, just in spite of Jack.
“I-if you.. I don’t think you’re even c-cap-capable.”
“No worries, boy, I’m just getting started.”
No words followed afterwards, the only sounds being the boy’s cries and whimpers that were mingling with my own moans every now and then. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was scolding me, telling me that perhaps I was being too harsh, too inconsiderate, but it didn’t seem fair that after all this boy had put me through he could just break into my life and be a brat about it, challenging my every action. I had let him stay, I had been nothing but generous towards him, and he repaid by feeling sorry for himself the whole time, as if it was my fault this had happened. He had been the one to lie, not me, he had been the one to fuck up.
I was still hurt and no one could hold it against me because I had truly fallen in love with this Joe, a person that had never even existed. Jack just seemed to keep rubbing his lies in my face, telling me he loves me. How dare he?
The mix of everything that happened today in the bar, the week ago and after I had found out the truth was driving me insane and I was putting it out on the boy because it felt like he was the only cause of all of my misfortunes. I had been just fine before him.
I must’ve thrust hard because the boy shuddered in my hands, shamelessly groaning and hands sliding over the counter as I pushed in further, in search of his prostate.
“Alex!” he moaned, trembling in my hands and with a smirk I realized that I had, in fact, already succeeded.
“Enjoying it?” I teased him, coming to a halt.
“P-please, A-Alex, m-move,” he whimpered, trying to push himself against me again.
“Why? I’ve proven my point, haven’t I? I could just stop now,” I grinned, nibbling and sucking at the boy’s neck just under his ear, possibly leaving a hickey.
“L-Lex, p-please,” he whispered, voice breaking and hips pressing against the edge of the counter, probably trying to find some kind of friction. I pulled him back, licking over the spot under his ear.
“You’re such a whiny little brat, do you know that?” I told him, reestablishing my rhythm and moving my hand to his front so he could grind against it.
His only reply was desperate whines, his whole body trembling as he moaned my name over and over again. I had to admit that alone almost sent me over edge, my name leaving his lips in a way that sounded like he was singing.
“A-Alex, I t-think, I-” he didn’t manage to complete his sentence as we both came noisily, him breathing hard against the top of the counter with his eyes closed and me not wanting to admit the blissful wave that had hit me. We both stayed still for a few seconds before I pulled out of him, causing him to wince and shrink into himself a little.
The reality came back down on me like a storm of regret and shame, so I quickly disposed of the condom and pulled my trousers up, eyes wide and brain screaming to just run the hell away.
“I-I’m going to the shower,” I told Jack, my breathing still unsteady. “C-Clean up before you head to the bed.” I turned without another look and hurried to the bathroom, quickly locking the door and getting rid of my clothes before stepping under the warm water.
The horrifying realization was like a punch in my face and I knew I had fucked up.
(should I warn y'all about smut? well, anyway. smut.)
“Why don’t you do something about it then, Lexy? Prove me wrong. Prove me I'm the typical teenage boy,” he crossed his arms again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Prove me you're not a fucking coward."
As soon as the words left his mouth, I absolutely lost it. Who the fuck did this boy think he was? Actually, that didn’t matter. If he wanted to challenge me, so be it. All thoughts of consequences and the possibility of making a horrid mistake went flying out of my head and were replaced by the feelings that had kept gathering in me all through the last two weeks, anger being the one to top all of the others as I shoved the boy against the kitchen counter behind him, holding him in place with my hands.
“If you’re so fucking desperate, I will,” I spat and undid his belt, adrenaline pumping though my veins. For a second there, a blush crept on the boy’s face and he gaped at me, but pulled himself together just as quickly.
“Who says I’m still interested, old man?” the boy said through gritted teeth, but didn’t push me away as I yanked off his trousers and boxers in one harsh move, not sparing a glance at his bruised legs.
“This does,” I said, gripping his hard length, causing the boy to groan and his hips to buck forward. The reaction stopped me briefly and I leaned closer to whisper in Jack’s ear. “Now are you still telling me you don’t want me to fuck you?” The kid let out a whimper as I yanked him around, causing him to bend over the counter. “This is what you wanted, right? Ever since you saw my face, you wanted me,” I groaned in his ear. I could feel him shudder when I put my cold hands on his hips.
“You’re so full of yourself,” he snapped before shoving himself back so he was pressing against me and causing me to let out a low moan. “And definitely out of practice,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Shut the fuck up, don't say another fucking word,” I growled, pushing him into the counter once again to prove my point. I didn’t wait for him to recover as I grabbed the condom that was hidden in my back pocket (you just never know) and put it between my teeth while working on my own belt. The sound caught the kid’s attention and he tried to turn, but I kicked one of his feet further, spreading his legs and causing him to cling to the counter for more support. Once I had opened the belt, I didn’t bother pulling the jeans too low before ripping open the wrapper and pulling the condom on.
At this point I was sure that I was in fact just as aroused as the boy in front of me and while the thought should’ve repelled me, it didn’t. I had lost all of my sense long ago and as soon as I heard the boy whimper, I thrust into him without a single remorse feeling. It wasn’t much of a surprise when the boy cried out loudly, the sound soon dying off in a broken whimper as my harsh thrusts turned into a steady, fast paced rhythm.
“Aw, you regretting what you said?” I sneered, holding the boy tightly by his hips.
“N-not even c-close, this s’n-nothing!” he managed to pant out between his whimpers.
“Oh? So you want more?” I growled, fastening my pace, just in spite of Jack.
“I-if you.. I don’t think you’re even c-cap-capable.”
“No worries, boy, I’m just getting started.”
No words followed afterwards, the only sounds being the boy’s cries and whimpers that were mingling with my own moans every now and then. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was scolding me, telling me that perhaps I was being too harsh, too inconsiderate, but it didn’t seem fair that after all this boy had put me through he could just break into my life and be a brat about it, challenging my every action. I had let him stay, I had been nothing but generous towards him, and he repaid by feeling sorry for himself the whole time, as if it was my fault this had happened. He had been the one to lie, not me, he had been the one to fuck up.
I was still hurt and no one could hold it against me because I had truly fallen in love with this Joe, a person that had never even existed. Jack just seemed to keep rubbing his lies in my face, telling me he loves me. How dare he?
The mix of everything that happened today in the bar, the week ago and after I had found out the truth was driving me insane and I was putting it out on the boy because it felt like he was the only cause of all of my misfortunes. I had been just fine before him.
I must’ve thrust hard because the boy shuddered in my hands, shamelessly groaning and hands sliding over the counter as I pushed in further, in search of his prostate.
“Alex!” he moaned, trembling in my hands and with a smirk I realized that I had, in fact, already succeeded.
“Enjoying it?” I teased him, coming to a halt.
“P-please, A-Alex, m-move,” he whimpered, trying to push himself against me again.
“Why? I’ve proven my point, haven’t I? I could just stop now,” I grinned, nibbling and sucking at the boy’s neck just under his ear, possibly leaving a hickey.
“L-Lex, p-please,” he whispered, voice breaking and hips pressing against the edge of the counter, probably trying to find some kind of friction. I pulled him back, licking over the spot under his ear.
“You’re such a whiny little brat, do you know that?” I told him, reestablishing my rhythm and moving my hand to his front so he could grind against it.
His only reply was desperate whines, his whole body trembling as he moaned my name over and over again. I had to admit that alone almost sent me over edge, my name leaving his lips in a way that sounded like he was singing.
“A-Alex, I t-think, I-” he didn’t manage to complete his sentence as we both came noisily, him breathing hard against the top of the counter with his eyes closed and me not wanting to admit the blissful wave that had hit me. We both stayed still for a few seconds before I pulled out of him, causing him to wince and shrink into himself a little.
The reality came back down on me like a storm of regret and shame, so I quickly disposed of the condom and pulled my trousers up, eyes wide and brain screaming to just run the hell away.
“I-I’m going to the shower,” I told Jack, my breathing still unsteady. “C-Clean up before you head to the bed.” I turned without another look and hurried to the bathroom, quickly locking the door and getting rid of my clothes before stepping under the warm water.
The horrifying realization was like a punch in my face and I knew I had fucked up.
Notes
Short again, sigh.
I should be writing my project.
Instead I wrote some bad smut for you.
Oh well. Alex fucked up. Again.
Yay, Jalex.
This book is cute, please update!
4/8/14