The Truth Behind the Rumors
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,117
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is an orginal work of fiction, any resemblence to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
The Truth Behind the Rumors
Description: Don and Heath spent the summer interning at a world famous amusement park. It wasn’t long before people began talking. Find out what happens when rumors lead to something more.
A/N: Just some writing to blow off some steam/keep my skills from getting rusty… Originally meant as a one-shot, but possibly can be elaborated, I’m not sure yet. And FYI, the characters are wearing their work uniforms, hence the ridiculous clothing.
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The August sun was unforgiving, sitting high unshielded by the thin clouds. The air felt moist, leaving a thin layer of moister on my bronzed flesh. I smirked, wiping my brow. I guess no one ever gets use to the humidity of central Florida.
Work was beginning to slow, the crowds dying down. I was assigned to close “Joe Schmoe” a secluded dining room in the back of the restaurant. However upon arriving I found my co-worker, Don, finishing up our closing procedures.
“Hey man, you almost done closing?”
“Uh yeah…” Don smiled. “All that’s left is re-arranging the chairs.”
“Awesome!” I sounded a little too excited.
“What? Impressed by how fast I can close a room?”
“No, they just told me to start closing this room.” Don laughed. “So we pretty much have an hour to kill.”
I walked over to the far side of the room, and began stacking the chairs on top of the tables. I could hear Don doing the same. He was a funny boy, Don. I had never heard so many stories spread about one person in my entire life. Don was rumored to be quite the partier. People called him cold, distant, easy. However after taking the time to get to know him, Don was quite the opposite.
“So did you hear the new rumor?”
I heard Don’s footsteps heading towards me
“No, anything good?”
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Don half smile.
“Well…” He began. “Actually, this one involves you.”
He was closer now, looking me dead in the eye.
“Really now?”
His body pressed against mine.
“Apparently you and I were making out in the garbage disposal room-” I could feel his breath on my lips. “And I went on to give you a blow job.”
His hand reached for my tie.
“In the garbage disposal room of all places… What a turn on.”
“Yeah I know.” He laughed, breaking his façade of seduction.
“People will truly believe anything.”
His eyes never broke contact with mine.
“I know, it’s kind of funny.” Don bit his lip, still pressed against me. “I mean, just because we joke around about things doesn’t mean there’s something going on.”
I was lost in his eyes.
“Yeah.”
“I mean, two gay guys can just be friends without the world ending.”
They’ve never looked so intense, the light shade of brown. Absolutely beautiful.
“Uh-huh.”
His lips were pressed against mine, one hand in his hair. His mouth was hot, his tongue skilled. He pulled on my tie, deepening the kiss. My hand rested on his lower back, pulling him closer, his bracing himself on my chest.
Breaking the kiss for air, we stood there for a second just looking at each other.. We had been playing this cat and mouse game for weeks now, the waiting was over. My fingers attacked his shirt, unbuttoning the fabric, while he worked on my sash. My mouth found his exposed neck line, kissing and sucking to his collarbone.
Fingers traced under his cotton undershirt, finding a stiffened nipple. A cool metal bar met my fingertip, as I began to rub around the hardened nub. I could hear a soft moan escape Don’s parted lips. I smirked before biting down on his neck, while teasing his pierced nipple. His hand grasped the back of my head, forcing me close.
His skin tasted of sweat, the sweetest sweat I’ve ever tasted. I wanted more, I needed more. Visions filled my head, everything I could do to him. I bit down on my lip, imagining him screaming my name. I wanted him. I needed him.
I cleared the table behind Don, the chairs plummeting to the floor. Don sat on the table, pulling me between his legs. As he began unfastening my trousers, I smashed my lips against his. I worked his belt, wasting no time. My pants fell to my knees, as Don pulled his off completely. His briefs quickly joined his pants pooled on the dining room floor. I pulled down my boxer briefs to my mid-thigh, looking deep into Don’s burning eyes.
"You sure?”
He just nodded, before I plunged two fingers deep within him. He cried out, grasping my shoulder. I took the chance to steal another kiss from Don, beginning to push my fingers deeper. His entrance was tight, making me throb. I began to scissor my fingers, attempting to stretch Don. Shit, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pulled my fingers out, lining up the head of my pulsing cock. I began to push into him, stopping once my head was fully immersed. I looked to Don for a signal to thrust further. His eyes said it all, I slammed into him. He was tighter than I had realized. I paused a minute, letting Don get accustomed to me.
“Move.”
I laughed, starting short, shallow thrusts. Don was still too tight to get rough; I didn’t want to hurt the boy. He began to loosen, as I began speeding up. It wasn’t long before I had Don screaming. His leg resting on my shoulder, I had Don. He looked beautiful, sweat glowing down his face.
I reached down, and began stroking Don’s hardened flesh. He wrapped his leg around me, as I slammed deeper into him. I worked my thrusts in with my stokes, Don’s screams getting louder. I knew it was coming. Warm shots landed on my fingers, and pooled around the base of his cock. I lifted my fingers to my lips, as his muscles began to clench around me. I couldn’t hold it any longer. With a muffled cry, I came hard into Don.
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Sitting in the far corner of the break room, I silently sipped my sweet lemonade. The table across the room was full; Nick, Adam, Susan, Amanda, and Jaime all sat together talking unaware of my presence.
“Did you hear about Don and Heath?”
“Yeah, apparently they were kissing in the bathroom earlier.”
“No.” I interjected. “I just fucked him in the dining room, that’s all.”
They all started laughing. Morons, they’ll never know.
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Hope you enjoyed!
Don’t forget to review, tell me if I should continue!!!
A/N: Just some writing to blow off some steam/keep my skills from getting rusty… Originally meant as a one-shot, but possibly can be elaborated, I’m not sure yet. And FYI, the characters are wearing their work uniforms, hence the ridiculous clothing.
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The August sun was unforgiving, sitting high unshielded by the thin clouds. The air felt moist, leaving a thin layer of moister on my bronzed flesh. I smirked, wiping my brow. I guess no one ever gets use to the humidity of central Florida.
Work was beginning to slow, the crowds dying down. I was assigned to close “Joe Schmoe” a secluded dining room in the back of the restaurant. However upon arriving I found my co-worker, Don, finishing up our closing procedures.
“Hey man, you almost done closing?”
“Uh yeah…” Don smiled. “All that’s left is re-arranging the chairs.”
“Awesome!” I sounded a little too excited.
“What? Impressed by how fast I can close a room?”
“No, they just told me to start closing this room.” Don laughed. “So we pretty much have an hour to kill.”
I walked over to the far side of the room, and began stacking the chairs on top of the tables. I could hear Don doing the same. He was a funny boy, Don. I had never heard so many stories spread about one person in my entire life. Don was rumored to be quite the partier. People called him cold, distant, easy. However after taking the time to get to know him, Don was quite the opposite.
“So did you hear the new rumor?”
I heard Don’s footsteps heading towards me
“No, anything good?”
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Don half smile.
“Well…” He began. “Actually, this one involves you.”
He was closer now, looking me dead in the eye.
“Really now?”
His body pressed against mine.
“Apparently you and I were making out in the garbage disposal room-” I could feel his breath on my lips. “And I went on to give you a blow job.”
His hand reached for my tie.
“In the garbage disposal room of all places… What a turn on.”
“Yeah I know.” He laughed, breaking his façade of seduction.
“People will truly believe anything.”
His eyes never broke contact with mine.
“I know, it’s kind of funny.” Don bit his lip, still pressed against me. “I mean, just because we joke around about things doesn’t mean there’s something going on.”
I was lost in his eyes.
“Yeah.”
“I mean, two gay guys can just be friends without the world ending.”
They’ve never looked so intense, the light shade of brown. Absolutely beautiful.
“Uh-huh.”
His lips were pressed against mine, one hand in his hair. His mouth was hot, his tongue skilled. He pulled on my tie, deepening the kiss. My hand rested on his lower back, pulling him closer, his bracing himself on my chest.
Breaking the kiss for air, we stood there for a second just looking at each other.. We had been playing this cat and mouse game for weeks now, the waiting was over. My fingers attacked his shirt, unbuttoning the fabric, while he worked on my sash. My mouth found his exposed neck line, kissing and sucking to his collarbone.
Fingers traced under his cotton undershirt, finding a stiffened nipple. A cool metal bar met my fingertip, as I began to rub around the hardened nub. I could hear a soft moan escape Don’s parted lips. I smirked before biting down on his neck, while teasing his pierced nipple. His hand grasped the back of my head, forcing me close.
His skin tasted of sweat, the sweetest sweat I’ve ever tasted. I wanted more, I needed more. Visions filled my head, everything I could do to him. I bit down on my lip, imagining him screaming my name. I wanted him. I needed him.
I cleared the table behind Don, the chairs plummeting to the floor. Don sat on the table, pulling me between his legs. As he began unfastening my trousers, I smashed my lips against his. I worked his belt, wasting no time. My pants fell to my knees, as Don pulled his off completely. His briefs quickly joined his pants pooled on the dining room floor. I pulled down my boxer briefs to my mid-thigh, looking deep into Don’s burning eyes.
"You sure?”
He just nodded, before I plunged two fingers deep within him. He cried out, grasping my shoulder. I took the chance to steal another kiss from Don, beginning to push my fingers deeper. His entrance was tight, making me throb. I began to scissor my fingers, attempting to stretch Don. Shit, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pulled my fingers out, lining up the head of my pulsing cock. I began to push into him, stopping once my head was fully immersed. I looked to Don for a signal to thrust further. His eyes said it all, I slammed into him. He was tighter than I had realized. I paused a minute, letting Don get accustomed to me.
“Move.”
I laughed, starting short, shallow thrusts. Don was still too tight to get rough; I didn’t want to hurt the boy. He began to loosen, as I began speeding up. It wasn’t long before I had Don screaming. His leg resting on my shoulder, I had Don. He looked beautiful, sweat glowing down his face.
I reached down, and began stroking Don’s hardened flesh. He wrapped his leg around me, as I slammed deeper into him. I worked my thrusts in with my stokes, Don’s screams getting louder. I knew it was coming. Warm shots landed on my fingers, and pooled around the base of his cock. I lifted my fingers to my lips, as his muscles began to clench around me. I couldn’t hold it any longer. With a muffled cry, I came hard into Don.
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Sitting in the far corner of the break room, I silently sipped my sweet lemonade. The table across the room was full; Nick, Adam, Susan, Amanda, and Jaime all sat together talking unaware of my presence.
“Did you hear about Don and Heath?”
“Yeah, apparently they were kissing in the bathroom earlier.”
“No.” I interjected. “I just fucked him in the dining room, that’s all.”
They all started laughing. Morons, they’ll never know.
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Hope you enjoyed!
Don’t forget to review, tell me if I should continue!!!