triceybabe (triceybabe) wrote in original_slash, @ 2007-10-08 17:02:00 |
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What Death Can't Stop
Here another original game from wl551 and I... We hope you like it!
Title: What Death Can't Stop
Author: triceybabe_is_bestleftexposed aka triceybabe and wl551
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Chan
He kicked off his shoes by the door and padded to the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge. He lit a cig after he plopped into the broken down sofa, twisted the cap on the bottle and tipped it back. It'd been a long day at the agency and he was ready to settle in for the night with his alcohol and cigarettes in front of the flickering tv. As always, he turned down offers to go out with his fellow agents.
Just as he had settled on a show, the phone rang. "Shit," he muttered as he pulled himself up to answer.
"Ramsey. Turner. Got something for you."
"Goddamnit Turner. I just got home."
"It's kind of an emergency. Get over to the high school and take some notes. I want the report on my desk in the morning."
"Thanks for nothing." He slammed down the phone with a curse.
Anvil walked through the halls of his school, confused. "Why is it deserted?" he wondered out loud. He trailed his pale fingers along the lockers. In his wake, the lockers slammed open, spilling out books and paper. He walked off, leaving a trail of chaos behind him. He didn't know. He spied the janitor at the end of the hallway. "Mr. Torres!" he exclaimed joyfully, breaking out into a run.
The scared janitor took off running in the other direction. He made the sign of the cross. “Be thee gone, Satan!” he yelled in Spanish.
The boy stopped running, shocked. He didn’t understand why the Mexican janitor that has always been nice to him was running away.
Jacob didn't need to ask which high school, of course. There was only one school that he or the agency ever went to. It was an old building that happened to sit on a cross roads of leylines near the center of the city. Needless to say, they made a trip to the school about once a month, at least.
He pulled up to the old three-story brick building, turned his car off and walked up the familiar stairs to the dark building. He tried the doors which were locked. The investigator had come prepared and made quick work of the lock. The middle-aged man stepped into the empty building
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"Mr. Torres, wait!" Anvil yelled, running after him again. He wanted to know what was going on. Without realizing it, he ran through the agent. “Mr. Torres, why don’t you like me anymore?” he asked, tearfully.
"Jeezus fucking Christ!" Jacob yelled out involuntarily. He whipped around and saw what looked like a kid running down the hallway. He started off in the same direction. "Hey, kid!" he shouted as the youth turned a corner.
The boy cornered the scared janitor in the boy’s bathroom. “Hi, Mr. Torres! You were just playing with me!” The teen became happy again as he began talking animatedly to the janitor.
“Be gone!” the janitor yelled in Spanish again.
He tilted his head. “You know I don’t understand Spanish,” he said walking closer to him.
Agent Ramsey kept walking calmly where the boy had gone. Halfway down the hallway, he heard a man yelling in Spanish. The panicked voice was coming from the boy's bathroom. Jacob pushed the door open and saw a portly looking man in a janitor's uniform crouched down in a corner. The boy was walking toward him. "I don't think Mr. Torres wants to play right now. Why don't you let him head on home for the night?"
Anvil looked toward the sound of the stranger's voice. “Is he tired?” he asked.
The janitor nodded.
“Sorry, Mr. Torres. I didn’t mean to keep you,” he said sadly. “But… I’ve been stuck here. The school is scary at night and I don’t know how to leave!”
"Come here kid. What's your name?" He motioned for Mr. Torres to leave when the youth turned around to face him. When he looked down at the boy, he was somewhat startled by the kid's feminine good looks.
When the janitor was through the door, he spoke. "You can't seem to leave, huh? Lessee if we can figure out how to get you home."
The boy stayed still. “I don’t know you,” he said, as the bathroom lights flickered overhead. “Who are you?”
"It's okay, kid. I'm here to help you. My name is Jacob. Jacob Ramsey. What's your name?" He asked again as he held out a hand to the boy.
He was silent as he stared at the outstretched hand. “Anvil… Anvil Reed.” He lifted his hand and watched as it glided through the detective’s hand. “Wha?!”
"Nice name." He pretended to not notice the boy's hand ghosting through his. "How long have you been here, Anvil?"
He was distracted by his hand. Holding it up to the light, he saw right through it. The light flickered off, leaving the bathroom in darkness. “A little while…” His voice was hollow.
"Mmhm. And that didn't ever strike you as strange?" He was waiting for the kid to come to his own conclusions. Until then, Jacob couldn't do anything to help the roaming spirit.
“Not really… I... uh… does this mean what I think it means…?” he asked fearfully.
"Kid. Anvil. Use your head. Tell me; what do you think it means?" Jacob was not a patient man by nature. He turned and walked out the door into the dark hallway. Looking both ways, he headed to the right, away from the way he'd come in. He took slow steps, knowing the boy wouldn't be able to resist his curiosity.
Slowly, he followed Jacob down the hall. “But I… I didn’t... I know I didn’t… So why…?” He couldn’t even say the word.
"What's the last thing you remember before you started... hanging around the school? Were you sick? Riding in a car with your mom?" He turned into another hallway. It was littered with books and papers. The locker doors were all opened. He felt Anvil following timidly behind him. "Nice job with the decor," he said mildly.
“I… did this?” he asked looking around dismayed. He shook his head, denying it. “I… I don’t… remember it… wait… I remember going to school that day….” He stopped walking and shut his eyes trying to remember. “Boys… No… Men… I noticed they… were following me. I didn’t know why… they… beat me? I think… No! They did! They kept hitting me on my head… and one… one ra… ra…” He shook his head as the light fixture came crashing down, breaking.
"You never made it to class. I'm sorry, Anvil." He reached into his pocket and slipped on a ring. Cold metal stinging his flesh as it settled onto his finger. "It's going to be okay." He reached out slowly and patted the boy's shoulder, the ghostly figure solidifying briefly where Jacob touched him.
"You touched me! How?" He tentatively reached out and touched the detective's hand.
Jacob let a brief smile touch his lips. "Magic." The smile faded and it seemed as if it'd never been there. "Are you ready to move on?"
He shook his head quickly and moved back. "No! I'm not dead!" he yelled.
The dark-haired man sighed. "Do you have a better explanation? Look, kid. You can't stay here in an empty school terrifying the janitors. I can help you. Let me help you." He didn't move forward though, to push the issue. There was something about the look in the boy's eyes. He turned away.
"How? How can you possibly help me?" he asked snorting. "You say I'm dead!"
"And if you're dead, how can I touch you? And if you're not dead, how can you walk through walls or open locked lockers or shatter light fixtures? I can help you if you let me. Just trust that I can." He couldn't count the number of spirits he'd helped move on anymore; there were too many. Sometimes by force if they proved uncooperative. But to force this scared boy... he couldn't do it. Not without the boy's okay. "Anvil, have you tried going home? You don't want to be stuck here forever, do you?" He stepped toward the boy, holding out his hand. His skin itched with the need to touch him again. It made a frown faintly press his mouth downward, though he tried to keep his expression neutral.
He shook his head. “No… I don’t want to be stuck here forever. But I’m not dead,” he said, taking the detective’s hand. “You’ve got to believe me…” he whispered. “Please…?”
"If you're not dead, then what?" The softness of his skin burned him. He squeezed it slightly.
“I don’t know! I don’t know...,” he murmured. “I won’t believe it… until I see my body… if I am… I’ll let you send me off,” he whispered sadly, tears running down his cheeks.
He moved around to wrap his arm around Anvil's shoulders and pulled him close. "Where were you attacked? Do you remember where? If there's a chance... a slim chance... you're still alive, we'll find you. Okay?" A spread of crimson flushed across his cheeks. The boy was getting to him. He knew it. Couldn't fight it. He pressed his cheek into the top of his head. Fine hair smelled like crisp pine needles.
He reveled in the embrace. “The alley close to the hospital, I think. I’m pretty sure,” he murmured, holding unto him tightly.
Jacob could feel no warmth from the small body that held so tightly to him, reminding him that what he was clinging to was no longer quite human. The hospital was just a couple blocks away. "Can you leave at all? Can you come with me to look?"
He nodded, slowly. “I think I can. I haven’t left here since that day.”
He nodded. "All right." He loosened his hold and held him at arm's length. "Do you think you can handle this?"
He shook his head. “Not really, but I need to know. There’s no place here for me anymore, is there?” he asked, looking up at him. “It's not home anymore.”
Jacob wasn't used to feeling anything, let alone the tenderness that welled up within him. He'd seen and done horrific things. Anything remotely soft within him, he assumed was long hardened. He gently cupped Anvil's cheek and thumbed away the remaining tears from his cheek. "No... not here. But there is a place for you." He turned away. "Let's go."
They stepped outside together and began walking. Something tugged at Anvil’s other hand. “Wha…? Jacob… Something is pulling me!” he panicked. The tug became insistent, lifting the boy’s hand and pulling his body. “Don’t let go!” he screamed at Jacob. “Please!”
"SHIT!" He grabbed is arm with his other hand. "I won't let go, don't let go of me!" He clenched his teeth hard, unwilling to give in. He felt himself being drug along with the panicking boy. "Don't fight it, kid! Just hang onto me or I'll lose you!" The force jerked Jacob hard and he felt his shoulder start to give as he was pulled along. He stumbled down the stairs, slamming his hip painfully against the handrail. "Fuck!" He ground out in pain. But he still hung on. "Anvil... two blocks... hang on."
The force pulled him faster, yanking the two apart as they flew through the ally. It pulled the boy into the hospital, losing sight of Jacob. “No!” It continued pulling him until it stopped. And just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. The boy was standing in a hospital visiting room.
"Anvil!" They were ripped apart with such force, Jacob's shoulder made a grinding snapping sound as it was jerked out of socket. "Gaaa!" He yelled out with pain; his arm dangling uselessly. He struggled out of his jacket and made a makeshift sling of it, cursing in pain and with frustration at trying to tie a knot with one hand and his teeth. When he managed to get it done, he fumbled with his cigarettes. Smoke curled slowly around him before getting pushed away by the slight breeze that managed to blow through the dark alley. He was near the hospital. He could smell the sickness nearby. He stumbled a bit as he walked, his hip badly bruised and his ankle, he just noticed, sprained. "Damn it," he groaned in pain around the cig in his mouth. "Anvil, where are you?" Pushing the thoughts behind the words outward as he limped along.
Anvil stepped through a door and walked down a dim hallway. He stopped short next to a door and pushed through. He could make out the shape of someone in the bed. Getting closer to the bed, he peered into the face of himself. “Yikes!” he yelled, scrambling back. “That’s me! If I’m here… that means I’m not dead?”
“You will be if you don’t shut the hell up and get your ass back into that body, young man!” a figure said stepping out of the shadows.
“Grandpa? What are you doing here?” he exclaimed reaching for him.
The ornery man slapped the boy on his hand.
“Ow grandpa! Whacha do that for?” he asked pulling his hand back as if he were bitten by a snake.
“No time, idiot boy! Get in there now, or so help me you’re grounded till the crows come home!”
“Yes sir… I love you too, sir…” he murmured as he slowly merged with his body. The next thing his saw was his grandpa smiling at him. “Bye…”
Slowly he sat up in the bed. His whole body ached and his head was screaming, but he didn't care. He ripped out the IV and yanked all the wires that were strapped to his weakened body. “Jacob where are you?” he whispered, looking for him despite the pain.
The ring on his finger burned and he jerked it off with his teeth. Anvil was either gone or revived. God help him, Jacob hoped that by some miracle he was revived. He continued to make his way toward the hospital. He knew he needed to get his shoulder back into socket and get some meds... his body hurt. He wanted to slump to the ground, but he stubbornly refused to quit. He could still feel the cold, but soft touch of the boy's hand, the smell of his fine hair. He limped through the hospital doors, thankful that it happened to be the emergency room entrance. He staggered to the desk. "Was there a boy brought in a few days ago? Reed. Anvil Reed. About 16 or 17 years old?"
"Sir, I can't give you that information. Do you need to see a doctor?"
Jacob reached for his wallet and pulled his federal ID out. "Agent Ramsey. And yes, give me a fucking doctor... my shoulder... is hurting like a sonofabitch."
The girl behind the desk visibly gulped and paged a doctor. "There was a boy brought in. Badly beaten and... and sexually assaulted. L-l-last I heard, they didn't think he'd make it."
"Where is he? What room?"
"R-r-room 135. Shall I send a doctor there to meet you?"
"Thank you," he muttered as he limped through the door.
Anvil searched all over for him. He didn't want to give up, but he was getting weaker with each step. The edges of his vision flickering with a dark halo. He found himself stumbling toward a desk.
“Scuse me, hun! Scuse me! Hold up… You... are you?!” the nurse exclaimed turning him around. “Anvil?! You’re awake?! How?! Stretcher!” she called out as Anvil collapsed. His legs gave out.
“Jacob… Where’s Jacob?” the boy asked weakly.
The nurse looked at him stunned for a long minute. "Agent Ramsey? He just came in looking for you. He's..." She glanced back through the doors and looked back in shock at the boy who should've been dead.
Jacob fell into Anvil's darkened room. His eyes went to the empty bed and he couldn't quite contain the almost sob that escaped his lips. Anvil had passed on. He collapsed across the empty bed, still crumpled from its previous occupant. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly into the course hospital sheets.
“He’s here?!” Anvil pulled himself up, somehow finding the strength to do so. He ran, stumbling, back to his room. The door was shut… just like it was when he arrived in spirit. He opened the door slowly.
“…sorry…” the figure whispered.
Walking in, he shut the door behind him, softly. “Why?” he asked quietly, not wanting to startle him.
The older man whipped his head up and around at the softly whispered voice coming in behind him. His eyes were round at the sight of Anvil standing there in a hospital shift looking like death itself. "I... I thought you were dead... that you had went on. You're not dead, are you?" He managed to stand a bit, leaning heavily against the bed on his unbruised hip. He reached with his good arm for the boy who looked more ghostly than he did at the high school.
“No… I’m very much alive…” he replied walking into his arm. “Very much so…” He stood on tiptoe, pressing his lips against his. “Very, very much alive.”
"Gods. Anvil." He bowed his head to feel warm lips more fully, forgetting his pain for a moment. "Alive," he breathed the word in relief as he touched the warm skin of his face. "I'm glad," he murmured, looking down into vividly clear eyes and grimaced; his shoulder reminding him that he needed medical attention soon. "Uh. I got my shoulder yanked out of socket trying to hold onto you," he explained sourly.
“Just as well...," the boy said, sitting down heavily on the bed. “I can’t stand anymore, anyway.” He pressed the nurse’s button.
*************
Three days later Anvil was released from the hospital. The press was calling it a miracle he'd survived.
Anvil slid his hand into Jacob’s as they walked out.
"Are you sure you're well enough to go home?" Jacob asked with uncomfortable concern. Not for the first time, he wondered at the mystery of what exactly happened a few short days before. He'd never encountered a 'ghost' that wasn't truly a ghost. To have some proprietary feelings for a ghost and have that ghost return to the land of the living... Jacob was unsure about how to proceed. He was, by nature, not a social creature, yet he could not fully deny that he had some feelings for the boy holding tightly to his hand - misgivings aside; there was also the vast age difference to contend with. He was NOT a pedo-freak.
“I certainly hope not…” Anvil said, dragging Jacob down the steps. “Last thing I need is a lover who would be satisfied with just any adolescent.” At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to face Jacob with clear eyes. “I know what I want and who I want. And what I want is for you to stop the self-bashing.”
"How did you...? Never mind." He sighed heavily. He'd dealt with the para-normal for years, so nothing surprised him much anymore. "You didn't answer my question." He gave Anvil's hand a slight squeeze, though his voice was completely flat.
“I am. I don’t ache anywhere. I took some medication at dawn and it works like a charm. Please, don’t worry yourself,” he murmured.
"I assume your parents are expecting you, then?" he asked, maintaining a calm neutrality as he spoke. Snuffing the curious ache in his chest out as best he could. Will I see you again? he thought. The impending loneliness that had never before caused him discomfort made his feet move slower than usual toward his car. He pasted a half-hearted smile on his face as he glanced sideways at the young man at his side.
Anvil smiled at him. “Not really… Mom is teaching and dad is out of town on business. “Can we… Can we get something to eat and hang out at your flat?” he asked quietly. “I’d like to spend some time with you if that’s all right…?”
"Uh. Sure. Though my apartment isn't the greatest. What do you want to eat?" He dug for his keys and hit the unlock button on the fob, opened the door and climbed in. The engine grumbled to life as Anvil shut the passenger’s door.
“Thai!” he said enthusiastically. “Bua’s Thai Restaurant. Best beef curry in the world.” He slid on his seatbelt and sat back. He stared out at the traffic. “What do you think happened? Why was I a ghost if I wasn’t dead?”
Jacob flicked open his phone and hit a button. He spoke into the phone briefly and hung up. He glanced over at his passenger as he slid easily out onto the street. "I'm not really sure, to be honest. I'd guess you were a class five projected entity: spirit group. I suppose there must be a reason you're still alive. Some unfulfilled destiny, a grand purpose." His tone making it plain he didn't put much stock in those kinds of things.
“You don’t believe that, though,” Anvil smirked. “So jaded you are… Guess you don’t believe in soul mates either?
"I've seen a lot, kid, but there are some things that even I still have a hard time believing." They pulled up to the pick up window at Bua's. The agent paid for their food with a nod; and they pulled back out onto the street in silence. "It's hard sometimes," he said breaking the silence. "It's hard to find happiness when there's so much misery in the world." He kept his eyes forward, not willing to explain further.
The rest of the drive was spent in silence. Jacob pulled up to the driveway and a minute later they were inside the flat.
“I know what you’re doing Jacob, and I want you to stop it!” Anvil commanded. He took the bag and tossed it onto the counter. Turning back to older man, he pushed him against the back of the couch. “Stop trying to push me away before you even give me a chance!” The teen was infuriated.
All color drained from the agent's face. The boy was too close. His pulse pounded in his ears. Anvil's hands burned into his skin. He grabbed his wrists, side-stepped and flung him over the back of the couch. Anvil landed with a grunt on the broken-down cushions. Jacob followed him over, landing lightly above him. "And what is it that I'm trying to do? Give you a chance to do what?" There was ice in his voice, giving lie to the heat in his eyes.
“Bastard…!” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Give us a chance. I want to be with you! And you…! It was a mistake to come here! Let me up!” He tried to squirm out from under him, tears threatening to flow out. “You're so self-consumed that you can’t even see what's in front of you. Self-hate, self-fucking-pity! Let me up!” he fumed, crying in frustration.
Jacob held him down neatly; his weight keeping the struggling boy in place. He let him thrash against him for a minute longer before he smashed his lips forcibly into Anvil's, unable to quell, any longer, the desire that threatened to overcome him.
Anvil gasped, clutching him. His lips trembled underneath Jacob’s before he parted his lips, letting him in. He moaned as Jacob’s tongue caressed his. “Jacob?” he gasped out, pulling back. “I don’t know what you want.”
"I don't know either! Just that you make me crazy with desire." He sat up. "Damn it, Anvil! This isn't right! You're just a kid. I'm old enough to be your dad or some shit." He grabbed Anvil's hand and pressed it on his crotch. "I've got a fucking hard-on for a kid that was almost a ghost! A ghost I was supposed to send over to the other side. And I'm supposed to just be okay with this? Do you even know what you're getting into here?" There was pain in his voice that he couldn't quite manage to keep from leaking out.
Anvil sat up, not removing his hand. He gave the hard-on a tentative squeeze. “I think it’s fairly transparent,” he murmured, transfixed by his hand squeezing Jacob. “You feel good…”
He moaned as he felt those slim fingers tighten around his growing bulge. "Anvil..." He reached up to cup the back of the smiling youth's head and pulled him in for another kiss. His other hand finding it's way under the loose shirt to touch warm skin. He was too far gone to stop now. He'd deal with his conscience later.
“Mmm…” Anvil moaned in pleasure. He gave tiny kisses and nips along Jacob’s chin. He licked at the detective’s lips like a cat at a saucer of cream. “Take me to bed?” he whispered, licking his own lips.
There were no room for words. He stood and lifted Anvil with ease. The food on the counter long forgotten. He was hungry for much more. He felt the burn of lips on his neck as he carried the boy to his bed, arms and legs wrapped around his waist, he felt the rounded curve of the kid's ass in his hands. He tossed him onto the bed, following him down, poised briefly atop the panting boy. Jacob looked at him with open lust before he bent to suck at his open mouth with a moan as he ground his swollen cock against Anvil's bulge.
“God…” the boy gasped out shakily. He lifted his hips, wanting more friction as he writhed beneath the older man. He didn’t know how he got the strength but somehow he flipped Jacob beneath him. Straddling his waist, Anvil wasted no time in removing his own clothing. Once naked he leaned over, pressing his lips against Jacob’s clothed chest.
Anvil found a nipple and began lipping it through the thin material. Growling, he paid homage to the other one, loving the feel of it hardening beneath the fabric of his shirt. The boy kissed his way up to the first button holding Jacob’s shirt together. Slowly he took the button between his teeth and ripped it off. He continued on, not stopping until the shirt laid open, exposing chest and torso to him.
Jacob groaned as he gripped the kid's hips and pressed him tight against his raging hard-on. "I get the feeling you've done this before," he quipped, passion glazing his voice into near incoherence. "I want to feel you ride me," he panted out as he sat up slightly. He lifted his hips to glean more delicious fiction as he ran his hands up over Anvil's bare back and around to the pert nipples that stood at attention, as if they were awaiting his touch. "Turnabout's fair play," he murmured as he pinched them.
He moaned. “Bastard!” His hands fiddled with Jacob’s pants, finally getting the damn things unbuttoned. “I’d be able to, if you’d take off these child proof jeans,” he huffed, biting Jacob’s neck in irritation.
He snorted. "You're taking too damned long." He reached down and yanked the button hard, nearly ripping it off in the process. "Lift up a bit," he commanded. He couldn't get out of the annoying barrier that his jeans created fast enough. Underwear went down with them; he kicked them both off in irritation. He inhaled with a hiss as Anvil's hand went around the generous width of his freed cock. "Shit..," he moaned, letting his head fall back in pleasure.
“Fuck… you’re so… mmm…” he moaned. He lined his cock up with Jacob’s, using both hands to hold them together. He began moving his hips, sliding his cock on Jacob’s. Moaning, he ground his hips against him. “Jacob…” Anvil let the bigger cock slip through his hand coming to rest between his smooth cheeks. “Lube,” he whispered, still undulating his hips.
"Goddamnit." He reached over and felt around in the drawer of the small night stand. "Lift up," he said again as he popped open the lid to the small bottle. He fumbled a bit as he hurried and poured the lube down over his cock that bobbed from the chill fluid. He reached between the boy's legs and smoothed more of the slick liquid between his ass. "Spread for me," he moaned. Sitting up a bit, his finger felt the flutter of Anvil's silky hole. With a moan, he pressed it in as he ravaged the boy's mouth in a bruising kiss. Anvil sat down hard on Jacob's finger, their cocks slipping against each other, teasing with light friction. He pulled reluctantly away from addictive lips. "God, I want you...," he managed to pant out.
“Then have me…” he murmured, shifting unto his feet and squatting. He took the slick cock into his hand and guided it to his entrance. Slowly, he lowered himself inch by delightful inch. He bit his bottom lip as the cock stretched him slowly. A gasp escaped him when he was finally seated. He threw his head back with a throaty moan.
Jacob nearly blacked out for a moment when Anvil slowly, agonizingly slow, moved down his shaft. The pleasure was almost unbearable. "Holy fuck..." When he felt the boy's ass touch his legs, he pulled him forward to his knees, lifting his hips to maintain contact. He felt Anvil tighten his legs around Jacob's waist as he adjusted. "You ready?" he asked gripping the youth's hip with one hand to steady him. At the slight nod, he relaxed his ass and pulled halfway out slowly, steadily. He paused momentarily, eyes rolled back, and drove back into that tight hole that threatened to drive sanity completely from him. With his free hand, he curled his fist around the sweet length of his lover and stroked him slowly in time with his own cock.
“Bloody hell…” he whimpered, reaching behind him to grip at Jacob’s legs. “Jacob, Jacob, Jacob…,” He kept chanting. “Harder!” He gasped as Jacob complied with the demand. “Fuck me faster!”
Jacob could no longer restrain himself faced with the intoxicating chant of the lovely boy straddling him. Rational thought went right out the window, the needs of his straining cock dictating his actions. He pounded up into that sweet ass hard and fast. Pausing for an instant when he was fully sheathed, his cock throbbing, before yanking it back out to the head; slamming back in in one smooth motion. The fire that was smoldering in his gut was spreading outward and down into his balls. He adjusted the angle of drive very slightly, then, and tightened his grip on the boy's cock. "Come for me, Anvil." He wouldn't last much longer, he knew.
He shook his head trying to hold on as long as possible, but the effort was futile. He arched his back, crying out, his seed flowing out of him like lava. Whimpering, he clamped his muscles around Jacob’s cock.
"Fuck.... yeah...," Jacob groaned. He slammed convulsively into Anvil's hole five more times and he shot his load with a yell. He continued to grind his cock up in his lover's ass for long minutes as he slowly regained awareness outside of the need to fuck. "Shit," he commented, relaxing back into his pillows. He reached to pull the kid down to lay fully on him.
Anvil let himself be pulled forward. It took him several minutes before he even attempted to speak. But even then… it was his stomach that spoke for him. His stomach growled loudly, startling the tranquility of the room. Blushing, he tentatively looked up at Jacob.
Jacob couldn't help but chuckle. "Food's still on the counter." He gently untangled their limbs, relishing the smoothness of young skin beneath his fingers. "Anvil...," he started, not sure what to say to the boy. He grabbed a nearby towel that was draped over the corner of the bed and tossed it to the kid with a lopsided smile. "Might want to wipe yourself off first, though."
He stretched himself out on the bed, spreading his legs. “Don’t you want to wipe me?” he asked, pouting.
"Tart," he said with amusement. "Clean yourself up... unless you'd like to stay in bed for awhile longer?" He ran light fingertips down his spine and around his waist, flattening his palm against the warmth of Anvil's hip. He pressed a firm kiss at the base of his neck with a soft moan. "I admit... I could get used to this," he said with a sigh
“Why don’t you? I had to have been brought back for some reason. I won’t be leaving. Can't you just accept me as a part of your life?” he asked, trailing his fingers along Jacob’s strong chin.
He lowered his head for a moment, then looked up into bright, clear eyes. Eyes alive with passion and certainty. He smiled gently. "For as long as you'll stay," he said finally, covering the smaller hand with his own, moving it to his lips to kiss the soft palm.
“Oh, it’ll be a long, long time…”
The End
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