testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-02-20 19:25:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Unprepared
Written By: cindybaby
Timeline: Several years after 513.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Mention of OMC briefly.
Summary: Sometimes someone gets hurt.
You walk in, unprepared.
You thought it might happen, no, you knew it would, but tried to fool yourself anyway.
You feel like a fucking idiot. Standing there. Watching. But you’re glued to the spot, condemned to see it play out.
He hears you clear your throat.
You hadn’t even realized you’d made a sound.
He looks up, catching your eye, and you see first shock then something akin to remorse color his features.
He looks down as the guy he’s fucking complains, “Come on, man.”
He doesn’t move.
He looks back up at you, and you wonder what he sees, what expression your face is contorted into, because it must be bad if it comes even close to his.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
You nod.
You don’t have anything else to offer.
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” the trick asks, pissed off.
But you can tell he’s lost interest, watching still as he grabs hold of the condom and pulls out, stripping the used latex off.
“What the fuck?” the trick hisses, rising to his knees, glaring back and forth from him to you then back again.
“You should go,” he says plainly. No explanation.
“Fuck you!” the trick shouts, gathering his clothes, stomping by you. “And fuck you, too,” he adds in parting, but you barely hear it, your focus elsewhere.
“I’m sorry,” he tries again, and you want to shrug, want to smile and tell him it’s okay, but you can’t, because it’s not.
“Please listen,” he says as you finally regain the ability to move, and you do, up toward the bedroom, where he’s now standing, still naked, still gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, still semi-hard.
“I can’t,” you rasp, your throat parched. You try to move past him, wanting to make it to the bathroom in time, ‘cause you know any second your lunch will be making a repeat performance, backwards.
“Please,” he says, grabbing hold of your arm.
You look at him, swallowing hard, thinking that maybe you won’t bother trying to make it any further. It would serve him right if you threw up right there, adding to the putrid stench of the fucking mess he’s already made.
“I didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think what?” tumbles from your lips without your consent. You really had no intention of speaking to him at all.
He twists his lips nervously.
“I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”
It’s pathetic.
You both know it.
But you’re nothing if not brutally honest with each other, so you add to the gluttony. “That’s your excuse for fucking a trick in our bed?”
He has the decency to look chagrined, but right now you don’t care. It was mostly your doing, the whole monogamy thing. But he agreed. And while you still get the urge every now and then, you’re only fucking human after all, you never act upon it. You wouldn’t do that to him, to your commitment.
But there you stand. The room reeking of fuck. Of someone else’s fuck. And you can’t help but feel…exposed. You know he’s the one standing there naked, but you feel exposed and raw.
You cave.
“Why?” you whisper, dropping down onto the unmade bed.
You hear him sigh.
Feel the bed move beside you as he sits down, but you don’t want to look at him.
“I don’t know.”
Anger bubbles up inside you like a volcano and erupts. “You don’t know!” you bark, turning toward him. He’s shifts back slightly, his eyes wide.
He tries again. “It just happened.”
You nod. Fuming.
“Right, I get it. You just happen to find a trick, happen to bring him home and then happen to stick your fucking dick inside his ass!” you shout, so furious you’re practically panting in his face.
He looks scared.
He’s not used to this, your anger.
But he fucking deserves it.
He swallows hard and clears his throat. “You know things haven’t been great lately. And I was so fucking tired of all the shit. All your shit.”
“And you decided that fucking someone else would fix that?”
“No, no, I just. I wanted something uncomplicated.”
You take a deep breath. Calming yourself. You don’t like the answer, but you know it’s the truth. You know he wouldn’t lie to you.
You think back over the years you’ve been together. You can’t believe it’s been nine already. Shit.
You look at him. His eyes watching you intently, trying to judge your next move. But you’re tired. And you don’t want to deal with this anymore.
You get up.
“Where you going?” he asks.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” you answer quietly.
He nods. He knows it’s not over.
“I’m…”
“Yeah,” you cut him off. You don’t want to hear any more.
You strip off your clothes and move into the glass enclosure, turning the water full blast. It’s hot, a little too hot, so you adjust it, figuring you’ve suffered enough torture for one day. You sigh, the water running over you in tiny rivers, mapping a path from head to toe then disappearing into the drain’s abyss. You wish you could follow its path.
You hear the click of the door, feel the cool breeze and shiver slightly.
You want to scream, tell him to get the fuck out, but you don’t. You can’t find the words.
He’s tentative, you feel it buzzing through the air. He moves closer, his hands already sudsy, running hesitantly down your back.
You feel a small peck at the nape of your neck and try not to pull away.
You sigh, needing to relax.
“I’m sorry,” you hear and feel against your back.
Your muscles tense then give a little.
“I’m so sorry,” he tries again, and you let your forehead drop against the glass.
You want to tell him to stop saying that. Tell him that the words are bullshit, but you can’t. You know things haven’t been great, but you never thought…
You feel his hands run down your arms, across your fingers, then slip down to your thighs and up to your hips.
He presses in closer behind you and you feel his erection against your ass.
You try to block out the image of him fucking the trick as he nudges insistently against you.
It didn’t mean anything. You repeat that over and over in your head, as he confirms…
“It meant nothing.”
You nod.
You know.
You hear a small crinkling sound, then a tear, feel the coldness as he pulls away for just a second, then he’s back, and the water’s still hot, but the closeness of him pressed against your back is even hotter.
You bend forward slightly, widening your stance.
You know you shouldn’t just give in, but your body feels otherwise.
You need him.
You’ll always need him.
No matter what.
His hand wraps around your hip, guiding you, and you feel the head of his cock slip against your hole.
He pushes firmly and slides in an inch or two. Pushes again hard as you grunt and he’s fully encased inside you.
You pant and hear his moan as your ass spasms around him, trying to force him out. You’re still, both of you, the water cocooning you as one until you’re ready.
“Okay,” you grunt, pushing back the tiniest bit.
His grip is firm on your waist, holding tightly as he slides out slowly, only about half-way, then thrusts back in again.
“I love you,” he voices against your back, pressing kisses up and down the slippery flesh. “I need you,” he adds and you moan, emotions running wild.
You feel his urgency and know it’s almost over.
His hand slips downward, wrapping securely around your pulsing cock and you sigh thankfully. A constant slapping sound envelops you as he slams into you over and over, his talented hand keeping pace.
“Oh, God,” you gasp, your head tipped back, the water raining down against your closed eyes. Sensations overwhelm you, your ass, your dick, your heart, and you shout your release, only semi-aware of him shuddering behind you.
You slump forward against the glass, him slipping out of you as you do, and feel an unexpected emptiness.
You turn around as he tosses the used condom to the floor then looks back at you.
“I really love you,” he whispers, and you see the remorse in his eyes.
You nod. “I love you, too.”
He smiles, slightly, moving against you, his cheek pressed to your chest. “I’m sorry, Brian.”
You wrap your arms around him. “I know, Justin. I know.”