My Goth/Punk Prince
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,751
Reviews:
32
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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.
Dancing
OoC|| To my loverly reviewers:
yami990 ~ I\'m glad you like it.
Kat ~ I will try and make it as interesting as I can. I have about two more chapters already written and hopefully I will get a third tonight. There most likely will not be more than five to seven more chapters. -sigh-
Rosemary ~ Thank you. ^^
Mewa ~ xD
Paine ~ You find out what he does in this chapter. ^^ Does he talk? Does he walk? Or does he do something else?
ferocity ~ Really? I didn\'t know I was that good. Can you guess how old I am? At my age, most people think you cannot write all that well. At least, my teachers do. I have been accused of stealing an authors work before. As if. but any way, thank you, a lot. xX
Warnings- Beware of the showers!
Onto the story! ||
I await his answer. His disgust. But it never comes. I watch his face, apprehensively. Even if Carson, my Goth/Punk Prince is gay, that does not mean he feels as I do. And so I search for any sign. None. His face is completely blank, guarded. Only his eyes betray him. Calculation. He’s putting pieces together, whatever they are, and figuring something out.
A smile appears on his face, aimed at me. Then he steps forward. My Goth/Punk Prince, what have you discovered? I feel his breath on my neck. Feel the moist warmth slowly rise. My eyes flicker closed, my mouth going dry, and I force them open. His eyes are level with mine, breath ghosting over my lips. The dark green is aflame. I’m loosing myself in the pools.
Talented hands press against my chest, moving down to my hips. I’m lost in him. Can barely think. All I know is that my Goth/Punk Prince has his hands are snaking under my shirt. My nerves twist and bunch under his fingers. Carson’s nails scrape against my back, stopping at the base of my neck. Then he latches onto me, like I’m his prize. And maybe I am.
His lips mold mine, his hands pressing and pulling our bodies together. My Goth/Punk Prince is in control. It is a nice thought, thinking of him overpowering me. And so I let him. Let all but him wallow away from me until there is only him. Only Carson.
His teeth pull at my lower lip, tugging and grinding and massaging. A mewling noise escapes me at his methods. I don’t hold back. I want him to hear, to see, what he does to me. It works. He becomes more confident. I stand nothing against him. His teeth disappearing, replaced by his tongue. My mouth opens and I feel it slip inside. It dances around my mouth, sliding over my teeth, rubbing against my tongue, teasing the roof of my mouth. And so I join the dance with my own.
The need for air pulls us apart moments later, but my Goth/Punk Prince does not go far. I’m disappointed that he does not return to my mouth, but enthralled with what he does next. There’s a peck to the tip of my nose, one to the edge of my lips. Open mouthed kisses trail over my jaw and to my neck. He breathes over the wet spots, making me shiver and wrap my arms around him.
Carson is searching for something. I’m too far gone to even begin to imagine what it could be. And then I know. My adams apple. He places his mouth over it and sucks. I am not able to explain the pleasure it caused to course through my body. Cannot even begin. All I can say is that it forced a gasp to part my swollen lips, requesting silently for more.
His hands began to move once more. My skin crawled under his callused hands, muscles jumping. From my neck to my stomach, moving dangerously slow to my chest. Carson stopped momentarily when his palms covered my nipples, causing them to perk. Then he moves on, up farther. My Goth/Punk Prince. You have been found out. I know what you are doing. And I want more. As he caresses, he is pulling off my shirt. Until now, I am exposed, partially.
He pulls back, satisfied. My arms drop to my sides as I feel his eyes on me, trailing over my hard and toned chest. I don’t look at him. My head if facing to the right, eyes glued on the tiled floor, cheeks flushed. His hand cups my face, turning it back to look at him. His eyes meet mine. They have melted. They’re liquid green. Just for me. As he moved his hand away, his fingers brush against my lips. I shiver.
Then he begins to pull off his own shirt. I can’t help but stare. It was so…sexy. Seeing him strip in front of me. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other’s chests before, swimming was a part of daily life for us, but his was different. We were different. We had changed. And so I watched. Captivated. My Goth/Punk Prince was still thin, muscles under his skin. Still pale. His hipbones did nothing to keep his pants from riding low. A faint trail of hair led down to a place I dare not think of, let alone look at. I swallow. Hard. Breath hitching.
Carson is taking a step towards me again. I wonder…What would happen if I take a step back? So I do. He takes a step forward. I take a step back. He moves forward. I move back. It is like another dance. A dance of sexual tension. A laugh as he growls out. Still we move. Myself back, my Goth/Punk Prince forward. He lets out a triumphant noise as I hit the far wall. It’s wet. I look from him and notice we had entered the showers.
I laughed again at the strangeness of the situation. I have no time to do much of anything else. His arms and chest are pinning me to the wall, lips pressing into mine. The pressure is immense, the kiss rough. I could do with this sort of punishment more often. His tongue slips into my mouth, and we begin the dance we had started earlier. Again the need for air pulls us apart. Again he begins to attack my neck. And again he searches for my adams apple.
Carson licks and sucks, nibbles and nips at my flesh. I feel myself bruise, skin brake open. But I only moan. I only groan. Asking for more. The pleasure mounts. This is so new to me. I enjoy it. Oh, so much. And he is too. I hope. My arms twine around his body, nails digging into his shoulders. I shift into him, cocking my hips into his. Friction. Sweet, sweet friction. His arms widen, hands sliding against the wall. My Goth/Punk Prince grasps onto the only thing he can find as I grind against him again.
I feel something wet, something cold, spray violently onto us. I lurch forward, surprised, into a just as surprised Carson. We fell on the wet tiles, landing with a thud on the wet tiles. I had twisted us around, falling on my back. He feel on me, legs tangling with my own, straddling me. Something hard pressed into me and I willed myself not to think of it. Now warm water sprayed on us. We were soaked in moments.
He leans forward, pressing into me. His hair, thick with water, drips onto me as I look up at him. He smiles. I smile. And we laugh. Long and hard, water still spilling upon us. He laughs until he is kissing me again. I laugh until I feel his lips trailing down my neck. Until I feel him nipping at my collarbone. Until he begins to kiss down my chest. I arch up into him, pressing my hips up. And when he presses down, I let out a moan. Urging him to do it again. And he does.
His lips covered one of my nipples, tugging it inside his mouth with his teeth. Pleasure shot down through my body. Heat pooled in that place I still do not allow myself to think about as he continues to press down upon me as I push up. Oh, the friction. I open eyes I did not know I had closed. I look up at him. His face is normal. No longer stained by make up or tears. Beautiful. My Goth/Punk Prince is always beautiful.
I heard voices. Out side. But the door was locked. I paid it little mind. Neither did Carson. We were too enveloped in each other. We should have. Giggles and shrieks and complaints soon were echoing off the walls. A family of five filed into the room, through the entrance door to the pools. We had completely forgotten about that door. Two of the children were messing around, the other complaining to the mother that they hadn’t swam very long. The father was in the lead.
Carson quickly rolled off of me, so that they wouldn’t see. Playfully, I rolled with him, so that now I was the one straddling him. Stifling his laughter, he pushed me off. I landed with a wet thud under the torrent of water still spraying. I looked up to see the stern brown eyes. Oops.
Carson giggled next to me, jumping up. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Still giggling, he led me around four other bodies. The parents knew. I could tell by the look on their faces. How could they not with our pants being as wet and tight as they are? The children were just surprised. I couldn’t help but grin along with Carson. We got our shirts, my bag, and fled, leaving a trail of water all over the floor in our wake.
My Goth/Punk Prince stopped at the bottom of the stairs, letting out fits of laughter. I laughed right along with him. We were a sight, to say the least. Soaking wet, shirtless, flushed with swollen lips and laughing to death.
“Did you see the look on their faces?!” Carson said amused. “ Where’s a camera when you need one?”
“I thought the father was going to kill me!” I added. “Your dads going to get you if he finds out!”
“Right!” He said sarcastically. “Sorry dad, I was just ‘having at it’ with Jess. You do remember Jesse Black, don’t you?”
I laughed. How could I not? He took my hand and we walked up the stairs. We passed a few people going down and they gawked at us, making us laugh again. Today was a good day. I’m glad I came back.
“ I’m happy you came back.” Carson said, reading my mind.
“ Me too. I don’t think I could live another day without you.” I said it. And I meant it. “But for now, I don’t think we will both live if we do not find your sister.”
“Mm.”
We walked down the hall and to the lobby. Even more stares there. The place was packed. My Goth/Punk Prince let go of my hand, grinning, and we walked over to Liz, who was right where I had left her. She was staring right along with everyone else.
“What have you two been doing?” She asked, overly curious and amused.
OoC|| Review!||
yami990 ~ I\'m glad you like it.
Kat ~ I will try and make it as interesting as I can. I have about two more chapters already written and hopefully I will get a third tonight. There most likely will not be more than five to seven more chapters. -sigh-
Rosemary ~ Thank you. ^^
Mewa ~ xD
Paine ~ You find out what he does in this chapter. ^^ Does he talk? Does he walk? Or does he do something else?
ferocity ~ Really? I didn\'t know I was that good. Can you guess how old I am? At my age, most people think you cannot write all that well. At least, my teachers do. I have been accused of stealing an authors work before. As if. but any way, thank you, a lot. xX
Warnings- Beware of the showers!
Onto the story! ||
I await his answer. His disgust. But it never comes. I watch his face, apprehensively. Even if Carson, my Goth/Punk Prince is gay, that does not mean he feels as I do. And so I search for any sign. None. His face is completely blank, guarded. Only his eyes betray him. Calculation. He’s putting pieces together, whatever they are, and figuring something out.
A smile appears on his face, aimed at me. Then he steps forward. My Goth/Punk Prince, what have you discovered? I feel his breath on my neck. Feel the moist warmth slowly rise. My eyes flicker closed, my mouth going dry, and I force them open. His eyes are level with mine, breath ghosting over my lips. The dark green is aflame. I’m loosing myself in the pools.
Talented hands press against my chest, moving down to my hips. I’m lost in him. Can barely think. All I know is that my Goth/Punk Prince has his hands are snaking under my shirt. My nerves twist and bunch under his fingers. Carson’s nails scrape against my back, stopping at the base of my neck. Then he latches onto me, like I’m his prize. And maybe I am.
His lips mold mine, his hands pressing and pulling our bodies together. My Goth/Punk Prince is in control. It is a nice thought, thinking of him overpowering me. And so I let him. Let all but him wallow away from me until there is only him. Only Carson.
His teeth pull at my lower lip, tugging and grinding and massaging. A mewling noise escapes me at his methods. I don’t hold back. I want him to hear, to see, what he does to me. It works. He becomes more confident. I stand nothing against him. His teeth disappearing, replaced by his tongue. My mouth opens and I feel it slip inside. It dances around my mouth, sliding over my teeth, rubbing against my tongue, teasing the roof of my mouth. And so I join the dance with my own.
The need for air pulls us apart moments later, but my Goth/Punk Prince does not go far. I’m disappointed that he does not return to my mouth, but enthralled with what he does next. There’s a peck to the tip of my nose, one to the edge of my lips. Open mouthed kisses trail over my jaw and to my neck. He breathes over the wet spots, making me shiver and wrap my arms around him.
Carson is searching for something. I’m too far gone to even begin to imagine what it could be. And then I know. My adams apple. He places his mouth over it and sucks. I am not able to explain the pleasure it caused to course through my body. Cannot even begin. All I can say is that it forced a gasp to part my swollen lips, requesting silently for more.
His hands began to move once more. My skin crawled under his callused hands, muscles jumping. From my neck to my stomach, moving dangerously slow to my chest. Carson stopped momentarily when his palms covered my nipples, causing them to perk. Then he moves on, up farther. My Goth/Punk Prince. You have been found out. I know what you are doing. And I want more. As he caresses, he is pulling off my shirt. Until now, I am exposed, partially.
He pulls back, satisfied. My arms drop to my sides as I feel his eyes on me, trailing over my hard and toned chest. I don’t look at him. My head if facing to the right, eyes glued on the tiled floor, cheeks flushed. His hand cups my face, turning it back to look at him. His eyes meet mine. They have melted. They’re liquid green. Just for me. As he moved his hand away, his fingers brush against my lips. I shiver.
Then he begins to pull off his own shirt. I can’t help but stare. It was so…sexy. Seeing him strip in front of me. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other’s chests before, swimming was a part of daily life for us, but his was different. We were different. We had changed. And so I watched. Captivated. My Goth/Punk Prince was still thin, muscles under his skin. Still pale. His hipbones did nothing to keep his pants from riding low. A faint trail of hair led down to a place I dare not think of, let alone look at. I swallow. Hard. Breath hitching.
Carson is taking a step towards me again. I wonder…What would happen if I take a step back? So I do. He takes a step forward. I take a step back. He moves forward. I move back. It is like another dance. A dance of sexual tension. A laugh as he growls out. Still we move. Myself back, my Goth/Punk Prince forward. He lets out a triumphant noise as I hit the far wall. It’s wet. I look from him and notice we had entered the showers.
I laughed again at the strangeness of the situation. I have no time to do much of anything else. His arms and chest are pinning me to the wall, lips pressing into mine. The pressure is immense, the kiss rough. I could do with this sort of punishment more often. His tongue slips into my mouth, and we begin the dance we had started earlier. Again the need for air pulls us apart. Again he begins to attack my neck. And again he searches for my adams apple.
Carson licks and sucks, nibbles and nips at my flesh. I feel myself bruise, skin brake open. But I only moan. I only groan. Asking for more. The pleasure mounts. This is so new to me. I enjoy it. Oh, so much. And he is too. I hope. My arms twine around his body, nails digging into his shoulders. I shift into him, cocking my hips into his. Friction. Sweet, sweet friction. His arms widen, hands sliding against the wall. My Goth/Punk Prince grasps onto the only thing he can find as I grind against him again.
I feel something wet, something cold, spray violently onto us. I lurch forward, surprised, into a just as surprised Carson. We fell on the wet tiles, landing with a thud on the wet tiles. I had twisted us around, falling on my back. He feel on me, legs tangling with my own, straddling me. Something hard pressed into me and I willed myself not to think of it. Now warm water sprayed on us. We were soaked in moments.
He leans forward, pressing into me. His hair, thick with water, drips onto me as I look up at him. He smiles. I smile. And we laugh. Long and hard, water still spilling upon us. He laughs until he is kissing me again. I laugh until I feel his lips trailing down my neck. Until I feel him nipping at my collarbone. Until he begins to kiss down my chest. I arch up into him, pressing my hips up. And when he presses down, I let out a moan. Urging him to do it again. And he does.
His lips covered one of my nipples, tugging it inside his mouth with his teeth. Pleasure shot down through my body. Heat pooled in that place I still do not allow myself to think about as he continues to press down upon me as I push up. Oh, the friction. I open eyes I did not know I had closed. I look up at him. His face is normal. No longer stained by make up or tears. Beautiful. My Goth/Punk Prince is always beautiful.
I heard voices. Out side. But the door was locked. I paid it little mind. Neither did Carson. We were too enveloped in each other. We should have. Giggles and shrieks and complaints soon were echoing off the walls. A family of five filed into the room, through the entrance door to the pools. We had completely forgotten about that door. Two of the children were messing around, the other complaining to the mother that they hadn’t swam very long. The father was in the lead.
Carson quickly rolled off of me, so that they wouldn’t see. Playfully, I rolled with him, so that now I was the one straddling him. Stifling his laughter, he pushed me off. I landed with a wet thud under the torrent of water still spraying. I looked up to see the stern brown eyes. Oops.
Carson giggled next to me, jumping up. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Still giggling, he led me around four other bodies. The parents knew. I could tell by the look on their faces. How could they not with our pants being as wet and tight as they are? The children were just surprised. I couldn’t help but grin along with Carson. We got our shirts, my bag, and fled, leaving a trail of water all over the floor in our wake.
My Goth/Punk Prince stopped at the bottom of the stairs, letting out fits of laughter. I laughed right along with him. We were a sight, to say the least. Soaking wet, shirtless, flushed with swollen lips and laughing to death.
“Did you see the look on their faces?!” Carson said amused. “ Where’s a camera when you need one?”
“I thought the father was going to kill me!” I added. “Your dads going to get you if he finds out!”
“Right!” He said sarcastically. “Sorry dad, I was just ‘having at it’ with Jess. You do remember Jesse Black, don’t you?”
I laughed. How could I not? He took my hand and we walked up the stairs. We passed a few people going down and they gawked at us, making us laugh again. Today was a good day. I’m glad I came back.
“ I’m happy you came back.” Carson said, reading my mind.
“ Me too. I don’t think I could live another day without you.” I said it. And I meant it. “But for now, I don’t think we will both live if we do not find your sister.”
“Mm.”
We walked down the hall and to the lobby. Even more stares there. The place was packed. My Goth/Punk Prince let go of my hand, grinning, and we walked over to Liz, who was right where I had left her. She was staring right along with everyone else.
“What have you two been doing?” She asked, overly curious and amused.
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