Two Little Enemies Inside My Head

Two Little Enemies Inside My Head
-Warning- This fiction is PWP- as in, there is no plot whatsoever. It also includes SLASH, as in male/male stuff. Also, it\'s a lemon - as in, there\'s sex involved. If any of that squicks you, then use the back button. :)
I take no responsibility for minors reading this, but I\'d rest a lot easier if you were over 17/18/any other age of maturity in your country and reading this. That is all. :D

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Hormones and lust.
They\'re my worst enemies, the things that cause me to do really id tid things sometimes. And tonight was one of them.
Everyone else was out, either at a hotel or getting wasted at the bar. Me and him were the only ones in the bus, and of the two of us, only one was awake. He was draped over the bus seat, his legs dangling over one side, the slow rise and fall of his chest the only indication that he was still alive. One hand was still curled around a Playstation controller. The game continued to blare in the background, unaware that its player had nodded off.
The enemies were lurking in my subconscious, multiplying and strengthening without my knowing. I walked to the Playstation and shut it off, then sat back down, wondering vaguely if I should join the other guys in the bar when there was the slightest moan from beside me.
His eyebrows had tightened, his mouth only just open. I could tell he was having a dream. An intense one. And he seemed to be enjoying it.
The enemies began to take over my mind. I knew I should just have gotten up and walked away, but I couldn\'t. I was riveted.
He rolled onto his back, the console controller skittering to the floor. The hand on the sofa moved to his stomach, then….down…
I should have looked away, shouldn\'t I? But I didn\'t. I continued to watch, fascinated, as his fingers disappeared beyond the waistband of his jeans until his hand was completely hidden from view. He hissed as he found what he was looking for. Another moan, more gutteral and husky, escaped his throat.
Lust began to drown any logical thoughts I had in a thick, hazy fog. My hormonal urges had other idea, rushing straight to the area that concerned them most, and causing me to give a guilty twitch of pleasure.
Oh, God, why did he have to be so damn sexy?
His mouth slackened as his hand movements became faster, more spastic- quicker and quicker and quicker. His hips bucked involuntarily and his voice reached a new octave as he cried out in his unconscious ecstasy.
I couldn\'t stand it any longer. Lust was manipulating my movements. I crawled sloppily over to him, my fists against the sofa-seat,our chests and waists touching. I pressed myself further down and he murmured. When I let my body fall closer to him I could feel his knuckles from where his hand was still wrapped around himself. His mouth was still only just open. I pressed my lips to his anddenddenly, his eyes were open.
I knew that the twin evils in my head were in his too, because he gave me an uncharacteristically seductive stare before both his hands were away from his trouers and pulling at my shirt. It sailed over my head before I ripped his off too- and then the offending denim jeans were torn away from his lower body. I slipped out of my own trousers, a slave to my own hormones. My tongue traced a moist line on his chest, pausing to suckle at one of the nubs of skin there, then continued upwards, journeying lightly over his Adam\'s apple, past his chin, tracing around his lips before turning it ito a proper kiss, both of our bodies jarring aggressively together.
It was the type of emotional behaviour that drives concerts. He was lying beneath me, as open as any set of songs we\'ve ever written. And yet this was our performance, a one time show, unrehearsed, unstructured. I grappled with his mouth for dominance and his tongue darted away from me. I managed to capture it, the rough sandpapery texture of his tongue against mine only feeding the drive of my enemies.
\"Please,\" he murmured softly.
I fed greedily upon my own sexual energy, letting it guide me to do things I would never have imagined to do while sober.
\"It\'ll hurt,\" I said in response. My hand gently stroked the side of his face- it wasn\'t fair, why did he have to be so beautiful? Was he always that attractive or was it just the alcoholic tendency of my hormones that made him appear that way?
His eyes creased in thought, but it quickly gave way to idea. He guided me into a kneeling position, my knees either side of his stomach, my upper torso straight upwards. His hands took hold of my manhood and I purred at the sensation. The twin devils shrieked in triumph, knowing they\'d won. I\'d succumbed.
Suddenly he tugged me upwards, so that my shaft brushed his lips. I blinked at him. He gave another one of those eerily personality-reversed seductive smiles and suddenly a hot, wet heat was caressing my cock, his tongue roughly brushing against it. My head span, I involuntarily shoved myself further into him so that I brushed the back of his thorat. He gagged but continued to lap at me determinedly, enveloping my whole length in saliva- then, just as I began to feel my peak approaching, he stopped and his mouth retreated. I whined, but a second later he had flipped himself over and it was obvious what I had to do.
I placed my hands on his lower body, spreading his legs to give me slightly better access. I gently nudged him with the tip of my member, causing him to shudder before nodding mutely. I buried myself in him with one swift motion and I grunted at the sharp sound of pain that the action elicited. He arched his back to accommodate me while sucking in breath with the pain.
I let him lay there for a moment. I wanted him to be comfortable before we proceeded, but before a moment had passed there was an impatient \'hmph\'. I gripped his shoulders and began to nibble gently at his earlobe to steady him, then eased myself back out of him again, before infiltrating his body once more. He mewled every time I managed to reach further and soon I found myself pulling him onto me, so that I could cover more distance inside of him.
Soon I found the spot I was searching for- he curled up, letting out a short wail of pure and simple pleasure, before begging for me to repeat my actions.
The hormones raged further and my thrusts became more violent, more desperate and needy, but he didn\'t seem to mind.
I propped him upwards and continuy asy assault, revelling in every sensation that this wonderful and yet terrible moment was handing to me. The enemies laughed at my weak will and fuelled my activity further- the ante upped, everything was so fast…
Suddenly, I felt him spasm beneath me, and there was the most wonderful cry of release I\'d ever had the luck to hear. The moment of contraction around my penis was all I needed to reach my own, and I came inside of him, holding him painfully tightly as I did so.
And suddenly, my tormentors left. They receded into the back of my head, chuckling, waiting for me to deal with the mess they\'d left in their wake.
How I hated them.
I got up. I walked around so I could see his face, suddenly terrified of what his reaction would be. He looked up at me with dilated pupils, then managed a shaky smile.
\"Wow,\" he whispered quietly. No disgust, no hatred, no disowning cold shoulder- only awe.
I could practically feel both evil sex drives in my head becoming stunned.
We stayed in silence for a moment.
Then he laughed. \"We\'re gonna have to clean this up, y\'know. They\'ll be back in a minute.\"
I grinned and went to get something to get rid of the mess.
No humiliation, not even anything commital. Just acceptance.
Wow.
Me- 1, Lust/Hormones - nil.