Driven, Part Two
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ds_flashfictionTold you it wouldn't take too very long! Still over the limit here, with 1,498 words in Part Two. Ray just took control of the writing of this story, I think. This part is rather smutty, just to warn you. Hope you enjoy!
Driven (Part 2)
by witchbaby
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From Part 1:
“I should go in,” I say, gesturing lamely towards the back door, where the kitchen lies dark and quiet beyond.
“Yeah,” he says, still looking at me so intently. “You should.”
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I don’t move though. He drops his cigarette and crushes it out, takes two steps towards me. Stops for a second, and this close, his eyes are really something you can get lost in, even in the dark. He grins and shakes his head a little. “Why are you still here?” he whispers.
I don’t move. I don’t think I even breathe. He puts his hands on my hips and I take a stumbling step closer and I’m pressed up against him. Then his lips are on mine and he’s kissing me and christ, what the fuck is this? He tastes like smoke and I like it. His tongue is in my mouth and I like it. I don’t know how I did this, how it happened, but I’m kissing him back, and it’s fierce and it’s hot and it’s nothing, nothing like kissing Stella.
When we break apart, our gasps for air sounding real loud in the darkness, I realize he’s got me pressed back against the porch railing. My hands clutch at his hips, at his jeans, at his ass. He’s up against me hard, pressed right up against me, his leg shoved between mine, rocking gently against my erection. I realize with a start that what I feel against my leg is his erection, his cock, up hard against me. He’s watching me, still, so close in the dark.
“Don’t worry,” he breathes, and I can feel his breath hot against my cheek. “I’m not a cock-tease.” And he drops to his knees in front of me. I reach back to grasp hold of the porch railing, feel the wood bite into my hands as I grip it tight. Tony, on his knees in front of me, runs his hand over the front of my pants. I bite my lip, hard, to stifle a moan. He looks up at me then, and raises an eyebrow. It’s all I can do to keep breathing.
Then he undoes my jeans, yanks the zipper down, and reaches in, pulls my cock out. I’m so fucking hard here, I can’t even think. I clutch harder at the railing and the only thing going through my head is do it, do it, fuck, just do it. And he does. He braces himself with his hands on my hips and puts his mouth on my cock. My breathing is harsh in the night and I pray to fucking God that my parents are sound asleep. He swallows my cock down, far as he can, his mouth fucking burning hot inside. I gasp out loud and then bite my lip again as he pulls back, looks up at me with those eyes.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “Gotta be careful.”
All I can do is nod as he returns to my cock, runs his tongue down the length of it, then up around the head. My thighs ache from tension, and all I want, all I fucking want, is to just thrust myself into his mouth, hard. Christ, Christ, I don’t know how the night got here, but all I want now is more. I’m sweating hard, even though the night is cool, the breeze going through my hair.
Tony has his hands hard on my hips, and he’s yanking me close, and everything’s different, but I guess it’s sort of the same, it’s like before, ‘cause it’s not like I have to say anything. He knows what I’m thinking. Knows what I want. His hands tug me close and his mouth is on my cock, and he’s telling me to go ahead, to just go ahead, to thrust into his mouth, he knows what I want (I’m no cock-tease) and he wants it, too.
And I just hang onto the railing and my hips are thrusting forward, and jesus fucking christ, he just takes it, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and his mouth swallowing and sliding and licking the rest. I’m trying so hard to be quiet and it doesn’t take long, one thrust, two, and I try to warn him, say, “Tony, man, fuck, I’m...”
And then oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m coming, hard, spurting into his mouth. And he’s swallowing me and that’s maybe the hottest fucking thing ever. My knees buckle and only the railing behind me and his hand on my hip keep me from sliding down. My heart is beating so fucking hard that I can hear it, and Tony’s still on his knees in front of me.
You want to know the funny thing? All I can think, as he pulls away, lets me slip out of his mouth, is that gentle kisses with Stella, even in the backseat of my car, are just never gonna compare to this.
He sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I’m just leaning there, my legs so fucking weak from coming so damn hard. I still can’t get enough air, and my brain won’t work.
“Jesus, Tony,” I breathe. I reach down a hand to help him up. He staggers slightly into me, and I can feel him, again, hard against my hip. I was feeling totally gone, but the feel of him (hard, he’s hard, hard for me) pressed against me is just something and somehow I’ve pushed off the railing, have him pinned back against the house as I reach down between us, press my hand against his cock through his jeans. He gasps out loud and I smother the sound with my lips, kissing him hard. And the taste of his mouth, jesus, the taste of me in there, all mixed with the taste of smoke, is so much, too much.
Then his jeans are open and my hand is on him and I’m stroking him, hard and fast and rough. I can feel his breath hot on my ear as I jerk him, as he chants, real quiet, “Yes, yes, yes.” He’s got his hands on my waist, holding on as I brace him against the wall. He’s hot and hard and leaking in my hand. I want to feel him come, want to make him to feel the way he made me feel. It’s only a few strokes and he gasps, softly, into my ear, and his cock jerks in my hand, and he’s spurting, all over my hand, all over his belly.
I let go of him slowly, but stay up against him, pressing him against the wall, as our breathing slows down. The night is still really dark around us and for the first time I think of neighbors and glance around, glad we’re in the shadows. I finally step back and we don’t look at each other as we tuck ourselves in, straighten our clothes.
Tony leans there against the wall for a second, as I stand there in front of him, uneasy. I can’t see his eyes there in the shadows. Then I see the flash of his grin and he straightens up, runs his hand through his messed-up hair, pulls his jacket into place. “You got curfew pretty soon, don’t you, Ray?”
“Yeah, I... Yeah,” I say, and I’m kinda surprised my voice doesn’t sound shaky.
“All right.” He looks at me, as he pats his pockets down, looking for cigarettes. “I’m gonna take off.”
For a second, it’s like my mind imagined the whole thing, ‘cause this conversation is too normal. If my hand wasn’t still sticky from his come, I’d think I made it up.
He’s got a cigarette now, and digs his lighter out of his pocket as he slips past me, goes down the porch steps. He stops at the bottom and I see the flash of the lighter, the tilt of his head as he lights the cigarette. He looks back up at me. “Hey, when’s your car gonna be fixed?”
“Uh, soon. Next week. Probably.”
“Good. I’m tired of walking everywhere.”
And suddenly my mind is full of what it might feel like to be in the backseat with Tony. Not sweet, soft Stella, but Tony, hard and sure and wanting me. I think I’m blushing and I’m glad it’s dark. I wonder what happened here, wonder what changed.
He heads off down the path to the street, gives me a backwards wave. “Night, Ray.” And all I can see is the glow of his cigarette as he walks away.
Maybe things aren’t all that different.
I’m hard again, I realize, and I stay there on the porch, have one last cigarette before going in. Try to calm down. My hands are shaking just a little. I crush out the cigarette and let myself in the back door. It’s late. I’m wired, and I’m hard, and I’m thinking about Tony. I’ll think about Stella tomorrow. Because it doesn’t have to be all different. I love Stella, I really fucking love her. But Tony understands me, is all. He understands me real good.
~end~
by witchbaby
From Part 1:
“I should go in,” I say, gesturing lamely towards the back door, where the kitchen lies dark and quiet beyond.
“Yeah,” he says, still looking at me so intently. “You should.”
I don’t move though. He drops his cigarette and crushes it out, takes two steps towards me. Stops for a second, and this close, his eyes are really something you can get lost in, even in the dark. He grins and shakes his head a little. “Why are you still here?” he whispers.
I don’t move. I don’t think I even breathe. He puts his hands on my hips and I take a stumbling step closer and I’m pressed up against him. Then his lips are on mine and he’s kissing me and christ, what the fuck is this? He tastes like smoke and I like it. His tongue is in my mouth and I like it. I don’t know how I did this, how it happened, but I’m kissing him back, and it’s fierce and it’s hot and it’s nothing, nothing like kissing Stella.
When we break apart, our gasps for air sounding real loud in the darkness, I realize he’s got me pressed back against the porch railing. My hands clutch at his hips, at his jeans, at his ass. He’s up against me hard, pressed right up against me, his leg shoved between mine, rocking gently against my erection. I realize with a start that what I feel against my leg is his erection, his cock, up hard against me. He’s watching me, still, so close in the dark.
“Don’t worry,” he breathes, and I can feel his breath hot against my cheek. “I’m not a cock-tease.” And he drops to his knees in front of me. I reach back to grasp hold of the porch railing, feel the wood bite into my hands as I grip it tight. Tony, on his knees in front of me, runs his hand over the front of my pants. I bite my lip, hard, to stifle a moan. He looks up at me then, and raises an eyebrow. It’s all I can do to keep breathing.
Then he undoes my jeans, yanks the zipper down, and reaches in, pulls my cock out. I’m so fucking hard here, I can’t even think. I clutch harder at the railing and the only thing going through my head is do it, do it, fuck, just do it. And he does. He braces himself with his hands on my hips and puts his mouth on my cock. My breathing is harsh in the night and I pray to fucking God that my parents are sound asleep. He swallows my cock down, far as he can, his mouth fucking burning hot inside. I gasp out loud and then bite my lip again as he pulls back, looks up at me with those eyes.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “Gotta be careful.”
All I can do is nod as he returns to my cock, runs his tongue down the length of it, then up around the head. My thighs ache from tension, and all I want, all I fucking want, is to just thrust myself into his mouth, hard. Christ, Christ, I don’t know how the night got here, but all I want now is more. I’m sweating hard, even though the night is cool, the breeze going through my hair.
Tony has his hands hard on my hips, and he’s yanking me close, and everything’s different, but I guess it’s sort of the same, it’s like before, ‘cause it’s not like I have to say anything. He knows what I’m thinking. Knows what I want. His hands tug me close and his mouth is on my cock, and he’s telling me to go ahead, to just go ahead, to thrust into his mouth, he knows what I want (I’m no cock-tease) and he wants it, too.
And I just hang onto the railing and my hips are thrusting forward, and jesus fucking christ, he just takes it, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and his mouth swallowing and sliding and licking the rest. I’m trying so hard to be quiet and it doesn’t take long, one thrust, two, and I try to warn him, say, “Tony, man, fuck, I’m...”
And then oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m coming, hard, spurting into his mouth. And he’s swallowing me and that’s maybe the hottest fucking thing ever. My knees buckle and only the railing behind me and his hand on my hip keep me from sliding down. My heart is beating so fucking hard that I can hear it, and Tony’s still on his knees in front of me.
You want to know the funny thing? All I can think, as he pulls away, lets me slip out of his mouth, is that gentle kisses with Stella, even in the backseat of my car, are just never gonna compare to this.
He sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I’m just leaning there, my legs so fucking weak from coming so damn hard. I still can’t get enough air, and my brain won’t work.
“Jesus, Tony,” I breathe. I reach down a hand to help him up. He staggers slightly into me, and I can feel him, again, hard against my hip. I was feeling totally gone, but the feel of him (hard, he’s hard, hard for me) pressed against me is just something and somehow I’ve pushed off the railing, have him pinned back against the house as I reach down between us, press my hand against his cock through his jeans. He gasps out loud and I smother the sound with my lips, kissing him hard. And the taste of his mouth, jesus, the taste of me in there, all mixed with the taste of smoke, is so much, too much.
Then his jeans are open and my hand is on him and I’m stroking him, hard and fast and rough. I can feel his breath hot on my ear as I jerk him, as he chants, real quiet, “Yes, yes, yes.” He’s got his hands on my waist, holding on as I brace him against the wall. He’s hot and hard and leaking in my hand. I want to feel him come, want to make him to feel the way he made me feel. It’s only a few strokes and he gasps, softly, into my ear, and his cock jerks in my hand, and he’s spurting, all over my hand, all over his belly.
I let go of him slowly, but stay up against him, pressing him against the wall, as our breathing slows down. The night is still really dark around us and for the first time I think of neighbors and glance around, glad we’re in the shadows. I finally step back and we don’t look at each other as we tuck ourselves in, straighten our clothes.
Tony leans there against the wall for a second, as I stand there in front of him, uneasy. I can’t see his eyes there in the shadows. Then I see the flash of his grin and he straightens up, runs his hand through his messed-up hair, pulls his jacket into place. “You got curfew pretty soon, don’t you, Ray?”
“Yeah, I... Yeah,” I say, and I’m kinda surprised my voice doesn’t sound shaky.
“All right.” He looks at me, as he pats his pockets down, looking for cigarettes. “I’m gonna take off.”
For a second, it’s like my mind imagined the whole thing, ‘cause this conversation is too normal. If my hand wasn’t still sticky from his come, I’d think I made it up.
He’s got a cigarette now, and digs his lighter out of his pocket as he slips past me, goes down the porch steps. He stops at the bottom and I see the flash of the lighter, the tilt of his head as he lights the cigarette. He looks back up at me. “Hey, when’s your car gonna be fixed?”
“Uh, soon. Next week. Probably.”
“Good. I’m tired of walking everywhere.”
And suddenly my mind is full of what it might feel like to be in the backseat with Tony. Not sweet, soft Stella, but Tony, hard and sure and wanting me. I think I’m blushing and I’m glad it’s dark. I wonder what happened here, wonder what changed.
He heads off down the path to the street, gives me a backwards wave. “Night, Ray.” And all I can see is the glow of his cigarette as he walks away.
Maybe things aren’t all that different.
I’m hard again, I realize, and I stay there on the porch, have one last cigarette before going in. Try to calm down. My hands are shaking just a little. I crush out the cigarette and let myself in the back door. It’s late. I’m wired, and I’m hard, and I’m thinking about Tony. I’ll think about Stella tomorrow. Because it doesn’t have to be all different. I love Stella, I really fucking love her. But Tony understands me, is all. He understands me real good.
~end~
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Date: 2003-06-28 02:28 pm (UTC):::fan fan fan:::
Did I mention how happy I am you're writing DS?
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Date: 2003-06-28 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-06-28 06:23 pm (UTC)Loved this, just loved it. Maybe (she begs, she pleads) this is just the beginning of something much longer . . . ? Oh, I'd love to see more from you!
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Date: 2003-06-28 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-28 06:58 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read more of your fic and more of your wonderful RayK (hopefully with the addition of one sort of freakish Mountie!).
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Date: 2003-06-28 11:06 pm (UTC)What was that I said after Part 1 about you not needing to continue this? Fuggedaboudit! Musta been out of my tiny mind!
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Date: 2003-06-29 01:59 pm (UTC)Ah Tony...^^
Date: 2003-06-30 12:16 pm (UTC)Great job!