Candy Apple Nails
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,542
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.
Sexuality
Sexual Identity
Sequel to Candy Apple Nails and Cover Up
The fancy little shrink had said this would be closure. Wonderful glorious closure, better than a pure shot of happiness right into the arm. His rapidly beating heart told him to run away, the burn of alcohol running through his veins told him that ‘yes, fucking yes let’s crash a wedding.’
He brushed an imaginary piece of fluff off his fancy new Armani suit and wiggled in the white chair, probably chipping more off the faded white paint. The wedding march started playing from a little stereo.
‘Here comes the bride, pregnant and wide,’ he thought to himself watching a woman he had never met before walking towards the man he once loved with all his heart. It had been a year since Wayne had walked out on him and he had met Jared.
He had not been expecting a little white invitation, or to ever see him again. For the love of god he never thought he would live to see the day he went straight. For somebody who no longer wanted to struggle in life he was sure starting one heck of a battle. From this small, thrown together wedding it was evident that the couple didn’t have very much money and the babe hadn’t even arrived yet.
Ace sat patiently in his seat as the minister rambled on and on, feeling the chill in his heart as the couple shared their first wedded kiss.
Their legs were entwined as they rested in the blankets. Ace’s body was smooth and slim compared to Jared’s slightly more aged body where his body had accumulated muscle and some fat
“He knocked her up,” Ace murmured into Jared’s neck, stretching his legs.
Jared grunted and pulled away to grab the newspaper sitting beside the bed. He sat up and spread it across his lap, flipping to the business section. “Why did you get married?” Ace asked with a cocked head.
“It was the right thing to do at the time, back then if you wanted to go anywhere you needed to be straight, married and with two point five kids. I‘m glad to be rid of the shrew though.”
Ace slid off the bed and grabbed some loose pyjama pants, covering his naked body. He walked to the door and leaned on the frame, looking into the hallway. “Did you ever love someone, a boy, before you got married?”
The newspaper crinkled, the only sound in the awkward silence. Ace looked back at Jared and raised his eyebrow, a vision of sculpted ice. “Yes, I did. I loved him very much. That’s in the past.”
“Did he end up getting married?”
“No he ended up leaving our hometown a few months after my marriage. A couple of drunken boys beat him horribly after they found out he was gay. I never heard from his again after that.”
Wayne introduced him as a very old friend and the other boys parents seemed to forget he was ever anything more. He took him to another room, saying they had some stuff to discuss. Normal buddy things, that real men talk about like boobs and NASCAR.
That was how Ace found himself pressed against a white wall with his ex lovers tongue down his throat. Ace returned the kiss with reserve until Wayne began slobbering up and down his neck whispering how he missed him, how they should be together, as long as his wife never found out.
Ace smiled and flipped Wayne around so he was the one pressed against the wall. With savage passion Ace bit and sucked at Wayne’s neck. “Then every times you fuck her, kiss her, feel her think of this. What your missing while you pretend to be something you not.” He left the room, with the grooms neck covered in hickies.
He opened the door to Jared’s fancy car and slammed it behind him flying down the road at a dangerous place. If he hadn’t been so successful at numbing his emotions over the past while he would have felt hot tears bubbling down his cheeks.
Jared moaned quietly as Ace worked his way up and slowly down. Strong tanned hand ran up and down his sweating chest, he flicked his tongue over his lip. Jared pushed him down until he was on his knees, kissing up and down his spine before lunging inside and exacting pleasured screams.
The rocked back and forth, bodies meeting in the same old primal dance. Ace’s finger tore at the blankets and Jared’s teeth nibbled and tore at Ace’s back. The tempo quickened to a almost painful pace before Jared pulled out and came all over Ace’s back while the other grabbed his cock and pulled himself to completion. The fell against the sheets and Ace lit a smoke.
Jared rolled to the other side and whispered those three little words. I love you. I love you, Ace. Ace just flicked his ashes into a tray and pretended not to hear anything. When he heard the other mans snores he rose from the bed, completely naked.
He grabbed a pen and a postcard he had hidden away and bit the tip of the pen. He was so unsure of what to write, what to say but he looked at his one way ticket and wrote it as simple and clear as he could.
He rose and dressed, packing a light pack and hoping the savings he had would carry him through. He walked out the door after placing the note on the side of the bed he should be resting on. He looked back one last time, bit his lip, and left forever.
‘790-555-5555, room 151. Sorry I hurt you, but you hurt him to. Call him, I’m sure he still loves you.
From,
Ace’
On the side not written on there was the landscape of Los Angeles and a piece of red nail polish accidentally chipped off.
Author’s Note- Finally! I swear I wrote and rewrote this things three times trying to get it just right. I’m still not overly pleased with it but it’s done. I can finally put this project in the done pile. Thanks for reading everyone!
Sequel to Candy Apple Nails and Cover Up
The fancy little shrink had said this would be closure. Wonderful glorious closure, better than a pure shot of happiness right into the arm. His rapidly beating heart told him to run away, the burn of alcohol running through his veins told him that ‘yes, fucking yes let’s crash a wedding.’
He brushed an imaginary piece of fluff off his fancy new Armani suit and wiggled in the white chair, probably chipping more off the faded white paint. The wedding march started playing from a little stereo.
‘Here comes the bride, pregnant and wide,’ he thought to himself watching a woman he had never met before walking towards the man he once loved with all his heart. It had been a year since Wayne had walked out on him and he had met Jared.
He had not been expecting a little white invitation, or to ever see him again. For the love of god he never thought he would live to see the day he went straight. For somebody who no longer wanted to struggle in life he was sure starting one heck of a battle. From this small, thrown together wedding it was evident that the couple didn’t have very much money and the babe hadn’t even arrived yet.
Ace sat patiently in his seat as the minister rambled on and on, feeling the chill in his heart as the couple shared their first wedded kiss.
Their legs were entwined as they rested in the blankets. Ace’s body was smooth and slim compared to Jared’s slightly more aged body where his body had accumulated muscle and some fat
“He knocked her up,” Ace murmured into Jared’s neck, stretching his legs.
Jared grunted and pulled away to grab the newspaper sitting beside the bed. He sat up and spread it across his lap, flipping to the business section. “Why did you get married?” Ace asked with a cocked head.
“It was the right thing to do at the time, back then if you wanted to go anywhere you needed to be straight, married and with two point five kids. I‘m glad to be rid of the shrew though.”
Ace slid off the bed and grabbed some loose pyjama pants, covering his naked body. He walked to the door and leaned on the frame, looking into the hallway. “Did you ever love someone, a boy, before you got married?”
The newspaper crinkled, the only sound in the awkward silence. Ace looked back at Jared and raised his eyebrow, a vision of sculpted ice. “Yes, I did. I loved him very much. That’s in the past.”
“Did he end up getting married?”
“No he ended up leaving our hometown a few months after my marriage. A couple of drunken boys beat him horribly after they found out he was gay. I never heard from his again after that.”
Wayne introduced him as a very old friend and the other boys parents seemed to forget he was ever anything more. He took him to another room, saying they had some stuff to discuss. Normal buddy things, that real men talk about like boobs and NASCAR.
That was how Ace found himself pressed against a white wall with his ex lovers tongue down his throat. Ace returned the kiss with reserve until Wayne began slobbering up and down his neck whispering how he missed him, how they should be together, as long as his wife never found out.
Ace smiled and flipped Wayne around so he was the one pressed against the wall. With savage passion Ace bit and sucked at Wayne’s neck. “Then every times you fuck her, kiss her, feel her think of this. What your missing while you pretend to be something you not.” He left the room, with the grooms neck covered in hickies.
He opened the door to Jared’s fancy car and slammed it behind him flying down the road at a dangerous place. If he hadn’t been so successful at numbing his emotions over the past while he would have felt hot tears bubbling down his cheeks.
Jared moaned quietly as Ace worked his way up and slowly down. Strong tanned hand ran up and down his sweating chest, he flicked his tongue over his lip. Jared pushed him down until he was on his knees, kissing up and down his spine before lunging inside and exacting pleasured screams.
The rocked back and forth, bodies meeting in the same old primal dance. Ace’s finger tore at the blankets and Jared’s teeth nibbled and tore at Ace’s back. The tempo quickened to a almost painful pace before Jared pulled out and came all over Ace’s back while the other grabbed his cock and pulled himself to completion. The fell against the sheets and Ace lit a smoke.
Jared rolled to the other side and whispered those three little words. I love you. I love you, Ace. Ace just flicked his ashes into a tray and pretended not to hear anything. When he heard the other mans snores he rose from the bed, completely naked.
He grabbed a pen and a postcard he had hidden away and bit the tip of the pen. He was so unsure of what to write, what to say but he looked at his one way ticket and wrote it as simple and clear as he could.
He rose and dressed, packing a light pack and hoping the savings he had would carry him through. He walked out the door after placing the note on the side of the bed he should be resting on. He looked back one last time, bit his lip, and left forever.
‘790-555-5555, room 151. Sorry I hurt you, but you hurt him to. Call him, I’m sure he still loves you.
From,
Ace’
On the side not written on there was the landscape of Los Angeles and a piece of red nail polish accidentally chipped off.
Author’s Note- Finally! I swear I wrote and rewrote this things three times trying to get it just right. I’m still not overly pleased with it but it’s done. I can finally put this project in the done pile. Thanks for reading everyone!