Candy Apple Nails
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,541
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cover-up (prequel chapter)
Cover Up
Prequel to Candy Apple Nails
They were both young, ready to take on the world. As soon as received their diplomas from the high school in their small town they were on the road ready to start their own lives, to start something new with something old.
Times were hard so Ace took a full time job while his lover went to university to become a doctor. It never paid the bills so Wayne took a part time job as a waiter. It was still hard.
Wayne was studying in the kitchen while Ace dyed his hair an almost greyish colour. He was going for an edgy look so he wore it longer than he had ever before and put eyeliner on. He painted his nails and wore tight clothes. Wayne never seemed to notice the change in his lover even though they had been together since they were fifteen. Four years of hardships, hard kisses, and wonderful sex.
He made a Mohawk with his chemically coated hair and twirled in front of the mirror with a small smile. Sauntering over to the chair Wayne sat in, looking aimlessly at foreign word, he placed his arms around the other and began nibbling lightly at his ear. He earned a growl and a swat to his shoulder. Wayne hated when he interrupted his studying.
Scowling at the mirror he took the blow-dryer to his hair and combed it down. He hoped Wayne would be finished with his work soon. He sat on the toilet seat and painted his fingernails an odd lime green color that stood out on his long and slim fingers. He heard a groan from the other room and he knew his lover had just plopped down heavily on the bed.
He took bouncy steps towards the bedroom and flopped down beside Wayne who grabbed with rough hands. Ace’s shoulders complained as he was pressed into the bed, hands probably leaving bruises. His lips felt bruised after a couple minutes of kisses.
They began the race to get their clothes off in the least amount of time possible. Ace ripped at his shirt, pants, and then his boxers. Wayne was already naked when Ace crawled to him.
There was no time for foreplay, as usual. So Ace relaxed as he felt the feeling of cold lube at his entrance and a couple fingers making their way roughly inside. He hadn’t been properly stretched since they moved into their tiny little apartment. Which was a shame because it always made him rock hard.
Wayne pushed himself inside grunting and thrusting, sometimes reaching out to place a punishing slap on Ace’s backside. “You like that you little slut?”
The dirty talk came into the bedroom around a month ago and had been a constant ever since. “Take my cock; fuck you’re so tight I want to come already.”
Ace started attending to his own need, gently touching his weeping cock until he fit his hands around it and went wild. “You love it don’t you.”
Wayne flipped him onto his stomach, grabbing his legs and spreading them wide in the air. He pounded into him with the vigour of a mad man, both of their moans and gasps melting together. “Fucking take it.”
If Wayne was offering Ace was always going to take it, Ace thought to himself as he flirted dangerously close with the edge. The thrusts picked up and became uneven until Wayne latched onto Ace’s throat, likely leaving a huge hickey for him to cover up for work the next morning. When the other man reached his own peak Ace knew he had to hurry so he sped up his hand movements and came all over his own chest.
They lay in the bed sticky with sweat and sperm their hands together. They fell asleep as soon as warm blankets were placed over their already cooling bodies.
He knew it was going to happen, but he didn’t think so soon. The mark on his neck had not yet healed by the time he found himself helping his ex boyfriend pack his bags. Wayne was moving back with his family. He was tired of struggling to make his own way. Tired of seeing the same face every night, tired of the same body in his bed but too much of a coward to say it to Ace’s face.
“You need to find someone who will be able to help you out more. We shouldn’t have to struggle just to make sure there’s food on our plates. We’re adults now.” It was all such bullshit.
It was so awkward and Ace’s nerves were racing. He had so many things to say, he wanted to scream, he wanted to fight and most of all he wanted to make him stay. His mind was made up and his bags were packed and Ace couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
While the door slammed closed for the final time that night Ace sat down on the toilet and began to paint his nails the newest color he had. It had caught his eye earlier at work so he bought it on impulse. It was shiny and feminine and it didn’t mind if he cried a little while putting it on.
After the long and hard shift he had to work the next day he went home and put in his blue contact lenses and used cover up on his face to hide the light splattering of freckles over it. He also caked it on his neck to hide the light bruise. He wore his ripped pants and a shirt so worn down it felt like air floating on his chest. He looked in the mirror, young and hot he made his way out the door to the club.
Author's Note- Some prequel action goin on here :3 I would of added another story thingy for it but I don't want to hog up more space than I need so it's added as a chapter.. For some reason I couldn't come up with a good summary for the life of me so I decided to let it speak for itself so hopefully better than the mess I had up there before. Hope you enjoyed and there is more to come!
Prequel to Candy Apple Nails
They were both young, ready to take on the world. As soon as received their diplomas from the high school in their small town they were on the road ready to start their own lives, to start something new with something old.
Times were hard so Ace took a full time job while his lover went to university to become a doctor. It never paid the bills so Wayne took a part time job as a waiter. It was still hard.
Wayne was studying in the kitchen while Ace dyed his hair an almost greyish colour. He was going for an edgy look so he wore it longer than he had ever before and put eyeliner on. He painted his nails and wore tight clothes. Wayne never seemed to notice the change in his lover even though they had been together since they were fifteen. Four years of hardships, hard kisses, and wonderful sex.
He made a Mohawk with his chemically coated hair and twirled in front of the mirror with a small smile. Sauntering over to the chair Wayne sat in, looking aimlessly at foreign word, he placed his arms around the other and began nibbling lightly at his ear. He earned a growl and a swat to his shoulder. Wayne hated when he interrupted his studying.
Scowling at the mirror he took the blow-dryer to his hair and combed it down. He hoped Wayne would be finished with his work soon. He sat on the toilet seat and painted his fingernails an odd lime green color that stood out on his long and slim fingers. He heard a groan from the other room and he knew his lover had just plopped down heavily on the bed.
He took bouncy steps towards the bedroom and flopped down beside Wayne who grabbed with rough hands. Ace’s shoulders complained as he was pressed into the bed, hands probably leaving bruises. His lips felt bruised after a couple minutes of kisses.
They began the race to get their clothes off in the least amount of time possible. Ace ripped at his shirt, pants, and then his boxers. Wayne was already naked when Ace crawled to him.
There was no time for foreplay, as usual. So Ace relaxed as he felt the feeling of cold lube at his entrance and a couple fingers making their way roughly inside. He hadn’t been properly stretched since they moved into their tiny little apartment. Which was a shame because it always made him rock hard.
Wayne pushed himself inside grunting and thrusting, sometimes reaching out to place a punishing slap on Ace’s backside. “You like that you little slut?”
The dirty talk came into the bedroom around a month ago and had been a constant ever since. “Take my cock; fuck you’re so tight I want to come already.”
Ace started attending to his own need, gently touching his weeping cock until he fit his hands around it and went wild. “You love it don’t you.”
Wayne flipped him onto his stomach, grabbing his legs and spreading them wide in the air. He pounded into him with the vigour of a mad man, both of their moans and gasps melting together. “Fucking take it.”
If Wayne was offering Ace was always going to take it, Ace thought to himself as he flirted dangerously close with the edge. The thrusts picked up and became uneven until Wayne latched onto Ace’s throat, likely leaving a huge hickey for him to cover up for work the next morning. When the other man reached his own peak Ace knew he had to hurry so he sped up his hand movements and came all over his own chest.
They lay in the bed sticky with sweat and sperm their hands together. They fell asleep as soon as warm blankets were placed over their already cooling bodies.
He knew it was going to happen, but he didn’t think so soon. The mark on his neck had not yet healed by the time he found himself helping his ex boyfriend pack his bags. Wayne was moving back with his family. He was tired of struggling to make his own way. Tired of seeing the same face every night, tired of the same body in his bed but too much of a coward to say it to Ace’s face.
“You need to find someone who will be able to help you out more. We shouldn’t have to struggle just to make sure there’s food on our plates. We’re adults now.” It was all such bullshit.
It was so awkward and Ace’s nerves were racing. He had so many things to say, he wanted to scream, he wanted to fight and most of all he wanted to make him stay. His mind was made up and his bags were packed and Ace couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
While the door slammed closed for the final time that night Ace sat down on the toilet and began to paint his nails the newest color he had. It had caught his eye earlier at work so he bought it on impulse. It was shiny and feminine and it didn’t mind if he cried a little while putting it on.
After the long and hard shift he had to work the next day he went home and put in his blue contact lenses and used cover up on his face to hide the light splattering of freckles over it. He also caked it on his neck to hide the light bruise. He wore his ripped pants and a shirt so worn down it felt like air floating on his chest. He looked in the mirror, young and hot he made his way out the door to the club.
Author's Note- Some prequel action goin on here :3 I would of added another story thingy for it but I don't want to hog up more space than I need so it's added as a chapter.. For some reason I couldn't come up with a good summary for the life of me so I decided to let it speak for itself so hopefully better than the mess I had up there before. Hope you enjoyed and there is more to come!