Tender Hearts Only Get Torn Apart

Ahah. This chapter is really worth the wait. Trust me. TRUST ME. Alias and Ehren was the bgm, lawl.

Dirty stuff ahead. HA.Enjoy. :D

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[Jason’s POV]

His hair was like silk in my fingers. I gripped it hard, delighting in the sleepy flinch he gave at the brief pain. My black nails scratched his scalp, and he tossed into my lap with a groan. I chuckled, enjoying messing with my sleeping boyfriend. His thick brown lashes rested on damp cheeks, his bangs plastered to his forehead with sleep sweat. I frizzed his hair even more than it already was, but soon enough I grew bored and distractedly stared up at the tiny basement window.

It was the first time I’d ever been in Alex’s room. I’d shown up on the doorstop at six a.m. sharp, ringing the bell until Matt opened the door with thin lips and dark eyes. It was the first time I’d seen him without makeup, and I’d laughed long and hard at his bed-head and scrunched nose. He was still pretty without the makeup, but in a more masculine way. He definitely wasn’t happy to see me so early, but he still invited me in for cereal and coffee. After four bowls of Trix cereal, I finally noticed that he was drinking soymilk with his Smacks. We ended up indulging in a drawn-out conversation about animal rights while I poured and ate two more bowls of cereal, and when we finally put our dishes in the sink I promised to introduce him to Jillian.

I was shown to the basement stairs and left to myself.

I’d stared down the stairs for a while before stepping down slowly, only stopping to close and lock the door behind me. There was a gentle breeze that smelled of dead leaves and blueberries coming in from the tiny half-open window, and Alex was laying spread-eagled on the large white bed in nothing but green cotton boxer briefs. My heart tensed up for a second, but I just rubbed it really hard and the pain went away.

All of these events eventually led me to being where I currently am- on this humongous white bed, clutching the cool sheets in one hand and Alex’s adorable hair in the other. He was drooling on my skinnies a little bit, but instead of being grossed out I found it endearing. I wondered, as I wiped the spit up with my thumb, would I ever find anything about this boy to turn me away? My thumb went into my mouth without my even realizing it, so I shrugged and suckled it.

Mmm, vanilla.

My dick twitched in my jeans at the taste of his saliva, and my head fell back. I was almost afraid that my low groan would wake Alex up, but I couldn’t resist palming my cock through the tight jeans that encased it just to relieve the tension a little. No! I had to resist! Although, how great would it be for Alex to wake up with his gorgeous boyfriend jacking off next to his cute little nose? Heh.

There was a muffled gasp from down in my lap, and I felt heat stroke the head of my dick. I trembled in shock, glancing down to see Alex sleepily tonguing my through my fly.

God, I love this man.

With jerky movements, I unzipped and whipped it out in record time, watching with half-lidded eyes as Alex continued slipping his tongue out in teasing lashes. Dream-clouded brown eyes flicked up to me briefly, before that wet heat slid up to my slit and then opened wide. He took me all the way in, right down to the manscaped pubes, and I choked on the spit I’d forgotten to swallow.

I played with his hair and breathed deeply through my open mouth, and he just rested there with my nine-inch dick all the way down his throat. I could feel a slight cold on my cock every few seconds, and I realized he was breathing in through his nose. I was completely unprepared for him to swallow around me, letting his tongue press flat against me while his throat constricted.

It was a little bit like Heaven, I think.

Just when I was feeling a slight tingle in my balls, Alex pulled back an inch and started to suck. It was a little bit too much for me, and I screamed with my mouth closed before quickly tugging his too-talented mouth off of me. There was spit all along the side of his jaw, and his lips were glossy with my pre-cum. Those coffee eyes stared right into me, almost like he was waiting for something.

I felt like I understood all-too-well what he wanted. We didn’t have to say anything at all, I just put a hand on his jaw and pulled his mouth up so that I could lick it. His boxer briefs ended up on an easel on the other side of the room, and my shirt tangled in my gauge for a second before I ripped it free and threw it to only God knows where. He was pulling my pants off frantically, the morning erection obviously too much to bear.

I mused for a moment just how we were going to do this. While he was obviously older, he was definitely not more experienced. And I was the dominant in the other aspects so far, yet I didn’t feel that mattered here, on his bed with us both naked and horny.

My problem was solved when he shoved me back into the seven comfortable pillows, taking my right ankle is his hand and lifting my leg up. I was completely amused with the way he stared at my flexing hole like it was some oddity, and I let myself relax while he took his time. After all, he may have screwed plenty of chicks but I was definitely his first time with a male.

My heart clenched again.

There was a fingertip, stroking down my sac and gliding over that hole. It was dry and calloused, and he stared right at me as he ran it over that tiny bump of flesh again and again. I was a bit surprised when he tugged on the very lip of my anus, pulling me open just enough so that a pink bubble of my insides peered up at him. He looked down at it, seemingly amazed. It could have just been lingering sleep, though.

I hissed when he pushed that dry finger just barely inside, it wasn’t easy going at all. It felt like something was scraping against tender areas, and thankfully he noticed my displeasure. He pulled it out almost immediately, licking at it with his still swollen lips and tongue. I shivered. This was already the most intense sex I’d ever had, and his dick wasn’t even in me yet.

Three fingers slid in and out of his mouth, glistening in the early morning light with his vanilla-spit. I guess he was feeling merciless or something because without hesitation he lifted my ankle higher and shoved two of those fingers into me.

Now, little twinks will whine about how much sex fucking hurts, but the truth is the human body is a very flexible and stretchy thing. The anus is one of the most pliable areas, and Alex quickly realized this when I relaxed only briefly after he’d shoved the two fingers in. They were long and thin inside of me, artist’s fingers that flexed and moved like they were finger-painting my insides. I couldn’t help the loud groans that escaped me- trust me, you’d groan too if you had this man’s fingers shoved up your ass.

My ass wasn’t touching the bed because of how high he was holding my ankle, and the other leg sort of dangled I a relaxed manner, bent slightly at the knee. My black-painted toes curled when another finger squeezed inside, and pretty soon there were wet squelching sounds and grunts filling the room. Alex just stared down at my ass, watching me take his fingers over and over. His dick was twitching every time I made a little noise, and I used the hand that wasn’t clutching the sheets for dear life to slather some of my spit on it. It was messy, and half of it ended up on my face instead of his penis, but seeing his eyes slip closed and his thighs tighten was worth the sticky face.

He scooted forward so that his thighs rested against my ass and his twitching cock was right next to my hole. The fingers left, and he stopped to simply stare down at me, like he was making sure I was okay with this. I shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny, but quickly forgot everything when he let my ankle go and settled his tip against my hole. I pushed out gently, letting the wet heat blossom over the head of his cock, tempting him. His head fell forward at the same time his hips did, and we both held our breath as he slid in deep with absolutely no resistance. There was a gentle tugging feeling on my part, but no pain. I was only mildly surprised.

When his hips met my buttcheeks, Alex looked up at me with wide, startled eyes. He was blushing madly, as if he’d only just realized what we were doing. I laughed breathlessly at him and tugged him down so I could lick his mouth again.

He moaned deep, and rocked his hips gently, testing the waters. I relaxed and enjoyed the gentle brush of heat inside me, the strokes meeting my prostate almost every time. My hand was clenched in his hair, the other holding his ass and pulling his deeper into me. Alex laid on top of me with his face pressed into my neck and his hands grasping my hips, rocking back and forth at a slow, steady pace. He felt amazing, and I smiled through my breathy moans.

“Ahhh, babe- you feel so good inside me…”

Alex looked up at me, startled again. I like to talk in bed, it always seems to make things hotter. I licked my lips and continued describing how good he felt to me.

“Your dick is so big…it’s spreading me open for you. You feel it, right? Like I’m pulling you in, my ass is sucking you in. Oh god, you feel so hot down there…” I tossed my head back and swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing gently. He nipped at it, and I whined with what little breath I had. “Harder, baby, pleaseohplease spreadmeopen and fuck me like a little slut!” I was shouting now, feeling him thrust harder and harder, holding himself up with his arms and staring down at my sweaty face. One of his hands came down and tugged my leg open as far as it would go, letting him get in deeper, faster, spreading me open and fucking me just like I wanted. Like I’d asked.

It was over all too soon, after all the prostate can only take so much stimulation before the love juices squirt of their own accord. My abdomen was pulled tight and my sperm spurted sloppily onto his hips and my balls. I moved my hand from his bicep to spread it over my sac, moaning long and loud. That seemed to be it for him, too, and I gazed up at him lovingly as he came. His hips sputtered once, twice, and I felt the wet heat bloom deep in me.

It was amazing. His face was almost blood-red, his mouth open to let out a long breath, his tawny hair tousled and plastered to his face with sweat. I let him collapse on me, in me, and gently rubbed his back while we both panted. I belatedly realized that we hadn’t used a condom, but it didn’t matter much to me. I was clean, and even if he wasn’t I didn’t care too much.

For once, I didn’t worry about anything that came afterwards. It was just Alex and I, bare ass naked in his humongous bed, enjoying the afterglow of the best sex I’d ever had.

I heard a snore against my shoulder and felt drool running down my neck, and laughed softly. My cute boyfriend was really something else.

Wrapping my arms and legs around his shoulders and thighs, I let the sound of his rumbling snores and the birds outside begin to lull me to sleep. In the distance, I heard a lawnmower begin to whine. I focused on Alex’s limp member still cradled inside of me (a little uncomfortable but I didn’t mind much), and closed my eyes.

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Ahahaha. I’m so awful. I’m leaving it there. That’s all you get this week!

Hey, isn’t a story supposed to have rising action and a climax? I mean, not this kind of climax, but the literary kind? I completely forgot about that. Would you all be terribly offended if I didn’t put any of that bull in here? If you want it, I have a few ideas I could smuggle in… but I really hadn’t planned on it.

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