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[Fictober Day 2] Spooktober: Cat / Kinktober: Begging
So this post was delayed A LOT, mostly because these two fills specifically got away from me (and ended up being over 4x as long as I originally intended them to be. Whoops. I decided that this week through next I'll just been posting (multiple) late fills until I'm basically taught up for the tail end of the month.
As with before, these are un-beta'd for now since I just want to get them up for now. I'm going to try to keep future fills to a more reasonable length so hopefully I won't run into this problem again.
Title: Get Lucky
Fandom: Hetalia
Challenge:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
spooktoberchallenge, Day 2: Cat
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2177
Characters/Pairings: Korea/Taiwan, Korea/America, Hong Kong
Notes/Warnings: College AU, Human Names. (Taiwan is Xiao Mei and Hong Kong is Leon). This fill will also likely have a follow-up in a later fill.
Summary: Black cats bring bad luck, or so the superstition goes. But Yong Soo is pretty good at making his own bad luck.
"Whose cat is this?"
Yong Soo glanced up, registering that Alfred was in the room before looking back down at his Switch. "It's Arthur's. Remember? He's studying abroad this semester and this is our month to watch it."
"I- I never agreed to that!" Alfred faltered.
Yong Soo sighed and hit the pause button on the game before looking up again. "I'm trying to finish this level before my Engineering class this afternoon. What's your deal? It's a cat."
"A b-b-b-black cat," Alfred stammered, pointing to the spot on his dresser where the cat had chosen to plant itself, seemingly undisturbed by the outburst.
Yong Soo stared at him, "And?"
"Dude!" Alfred reached out and grabbed Yong Soo by the shoulders, "Black cats are bad luck!"
Yong Soo frowned. "What are you talking about? They're good luck in Korea, and ever since Francis dropped it off I've been absolutely killing it."
"I'm telling you man!" Alfred said, removing one of his hands to point dramatically at the cat, "This is gonna be our downfall!"
Before Yong Soo could reply, his eyes were drawn away by a flashing notice on the screen of his Switch. "Jen-jang! My battery is about to die, where is my charger?"
He brushed Alfred's hand away and pulled himself up into a sitting position, casting his eyes around the room. The dorm they shared wasn't particularly big, but between all their computer and gaming equipment there wasn't a ton of open floor or counter space, and none of it seemed to have the charger he was looking for.
"See!" Alfred said.
"Shut up and help me look!" Yong Soo whined, standing up and digging through his book bag. "This game doesn't autosave and I've been playing for hours!"
"It's the curse of the black cat!"
"No it's not. I don't want to- Da-ze!" He felt his hand curl around, and shot Alfred a self-satisfied smirk, "Found it!"
He pulled it out of the bag, puffing out his chest. His euphoria was short-lived, however, when he realized that the wire of the charger was frayed and, upon pulling it out of his backpack, completely severed.
He stared at it, dumbstruck, only to snap out of it when Alfred began making exaggerated ghost noises.
"It's the curse!" He said, wiggling his fingers.
Yong Soo threw the broken charger at him, "Lend me yours' you asshole!"
--
Yong Soo left his Engineering class in a funk. Not only had he lost hours of game progress, but he got called on in class and was so preoccupied he didn't even know what the question was.
"Like, study harder next time," Leon said, and Yong Soo shot him an exasperated look.
"You didn't know the answer either!"
"Yeah but I don't care," Leon said, absentmindedly picking at his ear. "You're always the one going on and on about how you were the top of your class and almost made it into the Overwatch League."
"I still could if I wanted to. I just thought school was more important," Yong Soo muttered. His mood immediately shifted, however, when he smelled a familiar sweet scent waft past.
"Xiao Mei!" He shouted, spinning around with a big, goofy grin plastered on his face, "What can I do for you?"
"How did you know it was me?" She giggled, pulling her hair behind her ear, missing a single strand that stuck out from the top of her head. Yong Soo wasn't sure why she didn't cut it off, but he was glad she didn't. It was just one charm point among her many charm points.
"Your perfume is really strong," Leon explained.
"In a good way. You smell really good!" Yong Soo countered, his face reddening once he realized what he'd said.
"Thanks?" Xiao Mei laughed, apparently unfazed. "Listen," She said, leaning towards him and lowering her voice, "Leon mentioned that you and Alfred have a cat in your dorm."
"Yeah, if Alfred hasn't already gotten rid of it," Yong Soo said, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Xiao Mei's face fall. "No, I mean, he forgot that we were supposed to watch it so he wasn't happy this morning. And he thinks its bad luck because it's a black cat."
"A black cat?" Xiao Mei's eyes lit up again, and she clasped her hands in front of him. "Listen, if it isn't too much trouble, can I come over to your dorm and pet it? I love cats! And black cats are good luck as far as I'm concerned."
Yong Soo puffed out his chest, "Of course! You can come over right now if you want!"
--
"How do you live like this?" Leon commented.
Yong Soo wanted to argue, but in all honesty his dorm usually wasn't much cleaner than it currently was. Only this time instead of electronics and wires strewn everywhere it was scraps of paper littering the floor and clothes spilling out of their drawers.
For his part, Alfred was huddled on his bed hidden behind a pillow, averting their gaze and gesturing to the top of Yong Soo's dresser.
"What a handsome boy!" Xiao Mei crooned, seemingly unconcerned by the mess surrounding her. The cat was perched at the top of the dresser licking it's paw, the bell on its collar letting out a soft ring as it moved.
"My clothes!" Yong Soo groaned, gathering up some of the shirts that had completely fallen onto the ground. "I just ironed these too!"
"It didn't want to go into its cage," Alfred mumbled, still hidden by the pillow. "I'm sorry."
Yong Soo sighed, doing his best to pull himself back together. "It's fine. Stuff like this really messes with my image though."
"Your image?" Alfred asked, peeking out from behind the pillow for the first time.
Yong Soo cocked his head. "You know. Stylish, Photogenic, the Cool Guy."
Leon let out an exaggerated laugh. "No one thinks you're the cool guy dude."
Yong Soo felt his stomach sink, and he stared hollowly at Leon. "But… you said you looked up to me."
"Because you're tall," Leon gasped, his fake laugh beginning to turn into a real one.
Yong Soo glanced around the room, crestfallen. Alfred gave him a sympathetic smile, while Xiao Mei, the cat now off the dresser and in her arms, nodding encouragingly.
"I still think you're pretty cool Yong Soo, even if you are messy."
"Thanks!" Yong Soo beamed, his bad mood vanishing almost instantly. This made Leon laugh harder for some reason.
The cat began to purr, and Xiao Mei stroked him behind the ear. "Such a good kitty. I hope these boys are doing a good job looking after you."
"It's only been a few hours and our dorm is in ruins," Alfred murmured.
"You have the litter box set up at least," Leon nodded toward the gray box in the corner of the room, "So it didn't crap anywhere at least."
"I think it's time to feed him though," Yong Soo said, scratching the cat behind his ears. "Where's his food?"
He glanced over at Alfred, who had a glazed expression on his face.
"Alfred, where's it's food?"
"Don't look at me!" Alfred said. "I wasn't the one who was here when Francis dropped it off. Where did you put it!"
"He- uh," Yong Soo struggled to remember what Francis had said, but could only remember having to concentrate harder on the level he was playing. "I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Where was the litter box left?"
"Where it is now," Alfred said, gesturing to the gray box.
"So Francis set it up? That was-" Leon began, bending down to examine it closer, before gasping out a sharp laugh.
Yong Soo stared at him, the sound sending goosebumps up his arms. "What?" He breathed.
"Well," Leon said, standing back up and turning toward Yong Soo, clearly doing his best not to laugh. "Francis didn't set up the litter box. And I found the cat's food."
--
"This is your fault dude," Alfred said an hour later, pushing the door open with his back and he dragged the bag of kitty litter in behind him and dropping it on the ground.
"Yeah, well, you could at least pull this all the way in the room," Yong Soo murmured, lazily kicking the bag on the floor, "It's keeping the door from closing."
"I was holding it for you. Being polite." Alfred said, plopping down onto his bed.
Yong Soo simply sighed, walking over to his desk and putting down the bag of dry cat food. Not only had Francis not provided them with any kitty litter, he had left the open bag of food open inside the tray of the litter box. Suffice to say, it hadn't been usable by the time Leon had spotted it.
"Maybe it is bad luck," Yong Soo muttered, looking up at the top of Alfred's dresser where it was currently napping.
"I mean, yeah," Alfred said, waving his hand lazily. "But Xiao Mei seems to like it, so it'll give you an excuse to invite her over if you want. Silver lining."
"I just wanted to look cool in front of her!" Yong Soo cried out in frustration, faceplanting down beside Alfred. "In high school I was really popular and everyone liked me, but I never had a girlfriend because I knew the other girls would bully her. And now that I'm in college and in a position to date, I just keep looking like this big loser who doesn't know what he's doing."
Yong Soo rolled on his side and pouted, but was quickly taken aback by the dumbstruck look on Alfred's face. "What?"
Alfred quietly look his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, before slumping his shoulders and letting out a laugh. "Nothing. I just… I have mad respect for they way you're putting yourself out there, you know? Meeting new people, trying new things."
Yong Soo frowned, sitting up as the cat jumped down from the dresser onto the bed next to them. "What are you talking about? You put yourself out there too. And besides," He added, scooping up the cat in his arms, "You're putting up with this guy now."
"Like I had a choice," Alfred mumbled.
"Arthur did ask you to take care of him. At the end of the last semester. Remember?" Yong Soo held up the cat in front of him. "You said you'd do anything for your best bros."
"That… sounds like me," Alfred grinned. "I mean, you know."
Yong Soo felt his face redden, and he dropped the cat back onto the bed. "Well, we aren't talking about that right now," He stammered, reaching up and running his fingers through his hair. "I really wish you wouldn't bring it up though, Da-ze."
"What does that word mean? Da-ze?" Alfred laughed, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of him.
"It doesn't mean anything," Yong Soo said, turning down to look at the floor. "It's just something I say when I get stressed out and shit."
"Really," Alfred said, and Yong Soo felt his friend's hand grab his chin and turn his head back towards him. Alfred's more light-hearted grin had turned into a smirk, and a faint blush was starting to form on his cheeks as well. "I must've really stressed you out that whole night then."
Yong Soo opened his mouth, trying to come up with a retort, but it was like his mind was filling with static, and instead he let his body go slack as he returned to the familiar sensation of Alfred's lips pressed against his own.
He wasn't sure how long it lasted, all of his senses completely absorbed in the embrace. Why did he have to be good at this, a brief flare of anger shot through Yong Soo before it was subsided by Alfred parting his lips and-
"You got the supplies- oh!"
Yong Soo's eyes flew open and he pushed Alfred off of him, knocking the other boy onto the bed and into dresser behind it, sending a flurry of books and papers cascading down onto him.
Yong Soo was too fixated on Xiao Mei standing in the doorway to notice.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I should've… knocked?" She asked, he face almost as red as his was. "The door was open, so I didn't… I'll see you guys in class tomorrow!"
Yong Soo stared after her in silence as she left, his face flush and a sense of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. It was when he finally glanced down at the floor, where the bag of kitty litter lay, propping the door open, and the cat sitting on top of it, staring at him.
It was then that he finally regained the ability to form words.
"Bad luck!" He shouted, pointing at the cat, who simply blinked and meowed back at him.
"Yeah," Alfred groaned, now sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, the resignation in his voice palpable. "Bad luck."
Title: Inside My Body
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 2: Begging
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3237
Characters/Pairings: Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh, Freddy Krueger
Notes/Warnings: Vague allusions to horror/gross-out imagery from the film. Internalized Homophobia. The first part of the story is a semi-direct adaption of the actual film scene, and includes word-for-word dialog.
Summary: In which the subtext becomes text, and things go very differently when Jesse visits Grady after his failed hook-up with Lisa.
Jesse wasn't sure what drew him to Grady's house.
Only minutes earlier he had been sprawled out on the floor of a pool house, making out with Lisa and pressing his face in between her tits. But then, it happened again.
Freddy Kreuger had been tormenting him for days in what seemed like a desperate bid to take control of him. Jesse thought he might have even killed Coach Schneider the day before, but the memory was such a haze he couldn't be sure if it was actually real.
If anything, the memory before that was much clearer. Wandering into the club with all those people. Something about that particular part of it had stuck with him, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Hell, he didn't even know why he would've wandered there in the middle of the night, save for the supernatural explanation.
After seeing his tongue replaced by that gray, snakelike appendage, slithering over Lisa's bare form, he was more willing to accept that explanation.
So maybe fear was part of it, why he had climbed up onto Grady's bed while he slept and startled him awake, his pulse racing.
"Jesus Christ!" Grady shouted.
That shook him out of it a bit. Jesse took his hand off of Grady's mouth and the other boy stared up at him with a mixture of shock and confusion.
"You scared the shit out of me man!" Grady said, reflexively ducking away when Jesse turned on the lamp hanging over the bed. "What are you doing?"
What was he doing? Jesse felt disoriented, his whole body felt like it was on fire and his mind felt like it was in a haze. He stood up, and walked over to the open bedroom door, closing it and turning back to face Grady, who was now sitting up and staring at him.
"Hey, what the fuck you doing in my room?" Grady yelled, the sheets falling away from him as he leaned forward.
Jesse felt his breath catch, caught off guard by Grady's state of undress. It wasn't anything he hadn't already seen in the locker room several times already, but somehow this time the air felt different.
"I need you to let me stay here tonight," He found himself saying, not quite processing the words.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Something is trying to get inside me," Jesse said, "Something is trying to get inside my body." The words felt almost painful to say out loud, and it wasn't until that moment he understood why. It wasn't fear he was feeling in that moment: it was shame.
Grady sneered, "The only thing trying to get into your body is female and waiting for you on a cabana floor. And you want to sleep with me. Go figure."
Jesse felt the wind knocked out of him. More than anything, more than anything else he had experienced or heard while in this state, those hit harder than anything. It must've shown on his face, because the expression on Grady's face rapidly changed from contempt to concern.
"Hey man, did something happen with Lisa? You don't seem okay," Grady said, crawling up out of the bed until he was standing in front of him.
Jesse felt his breath hitch. All of the anxiety of the past few days seemed to boil over, and his body felt so hot. Was he sweating? He must be sweating.
"Grady, I don't-" Jesse heard a quiver in his voice, and forced himself to swallow. "I don't know what's going on with me. He's trying to get me, take control of me again, and I don't know why or how or why it's making me feel like this…"
Grady was still staring at him, and Jesse realized he was shivering. Had he been shivering the whole time? He didn't feel cold.
"Maybe you should sit down," Grady finally said, grabbing his arm and guiding him towards the bed.
Grady's touch had done something. He still felt lost in a haze, but he suddenly felt the hammering of his heartbeat slow, like he was starting to come out of it. As he sat down on the bed, the ringing in his ears was replaced by something else.
"You will be mine, not his," A voice whispered. Freddy? Jesse wasn't sure. He didn't even know if the voice was real or if he imagined it, but it made him let out a slow, pained whine all the same, and he felt the weight of his body collapse backward onto the bed.
"Fuck, do I need to call 911?" Jesse opened his eyes. He didn't remember closing them, but now he could see Grady standing over him, an alarmed look on his face.
The sight brought back that same sense of relief from before, and he forced himself to raise his arm, feeling it brush past the fabric of his shirt. Had his shirt been open the whole time? It was now anyway, and it had fallen backward, leaving him exposed.
"No," he gasped. "Don't leave. I need you."
"What do you want me to do?" Grady asked, a slight tremor to his voice.
"I don't, I don't know," Jesse groaned, letting his arm fall back to his side. "So hot. He wants to get inside me. You can't let him. I need…"
"Is it a fever?" Grady asked, though the tone betrayed more confusion than any actual clarity. There was something else there too, but Jesse was in no state to figure out what it was.
He felt a tug, and realized Grady was pulling off his shoes. A moment later, he felt his legs lift up in the air, and opened his eyes to see the other boy pulling the jeans off his legs. The air felt cool on his exposed legs, and Jesse thought that it must be from sweat.
"Fuck, Grady I'm so sorry," He moaned, flinging an arm over his eyes. "I'm sorry for yelling at you today. I'm sorry for being like this, I just- I need-"
Jesse heard a soft gasp, and he rolled his arm away from his eyes and saw Grady standing over him, his face red. He was angry… No, he wasn't angry. His face was flushed, but Jesse couldn't tell what he was feeling. Only that he was staring down at him.
"Grady," He whispered, and then he realized what was happening. He was lying in his best friend's bed, writhing and sweaty, mostly undressed and hard as a rock.
"No," He said, bile rising in his throat. "No, this isn't what I- He did this to me Grady. You have to believe me. I don't- I'm so sorry."
"What do you need," Grady asked. His expression was still unreadable, and his voice was flat.
Jesse gasped, searching for something, anything to say to make what was happening okay. "I need you to help me."
Grady took a deep, ragged breath, and Jesse watched as his friend leaned forward, planting his knee on the bed and reaching out. His skin felt Grady's touch before his mind processed that the other boy had grabbed his knee, pushing it aside and allowing him to position his body between Jesse's legs.
Grady's touch felt soothing, just like before, but this time the feeling was much more intense. He let out a soft moan as Grady slid his hand further up his leg, palming his thigh just below his tented briefs.
"Please," Jesse whined, arching his back and splaying his body out more. God, he was burning up. His mind was in a fog again, but it was different this time. He didn't feel Freddy's fingers clawing at his mind this time. He only felt Grady, his fingers running teasingly close to his crotch, his other sliding up and rubbing against his bare chest.
"Dude, you're burning up," Grady said, and for the first time Jesse registered the lust in his friend's voice. Had it been there the whole time? Grady's words were practically dripping with it. "Tell me what you need, Jesse."
"Touch me," Jesse groaned, "Please, take me."
"Go on," Grady growled.
Jesse watched him lean closer, straddling his body until he was looming over him. Was Grady always this ripped? He could see his eyes clearly again, he could see the barely restrained hunger within them. Jesse felt his breath catch, and the two of them paused, staring at one another until Jesse couldn't take it anymore.
"Ron, please," He moaned.
Grady grinned, leaning forward and pushing his body down on top of his. Jesse felt himself react, loudly exhaling and groaning from the sensation. And then another. If he wasn't so deliriously weak he might have bolted upright from the sensation of Grady kissing his neck. No, biting his neck.
"Christ," Jesse murmured, and he heard Grady let out a soft chuckle.
They stayed like that for a few more moments, and then Grady shifted his body, moving his head and planting kisses along Jesse's neck and collarbone, before raising his head up and locking Jesse in a direct stare.
Jesse caught his breath, completely enraptured. He felt a swelling pain in his chest as he looked into the deep hazel of Grady's eyes. This wasn't like the other pangs he'd had over the last few days, it felt too different. Completely different.
And the feeling only grew more intense when Grady leaned down and kissed him.
It was like a switch was flipped in that moment. Like none of the horror and death was real anymore. The only thing that was real was Grady, here and now with him.
He wasn't sure how long the kiss actually lasted, only that by the time he felt the elastic on his underwear begin to slide down his thigh they no longer were. He opened his eyes, lips still parted, as he felt Grady pull away the only remaining thing hiding him. Who he was.
"Christ, man," he heard Grady whisper. "You're fucking beautiful."
Something about the word beautiful made him feel even more exposed, but nothing about it felt threatening. Lying like this, he began to realize this is the first time he'd felt truly safe for as long as he could remember. He never wanted to let this feeling go.
"Please, Grady," He groaned, "I need- I want to give myself to you."
Grady leaned forward again, and Jesse found himself staring into those hazel eyes once more. "What do you want me to do?" He asked again.
"I want to give you my body," Jesse licked his lips, trying to control his breathing. "Not just so he can't take it. I've always wanted to be yours. Please."
Jesse felt Grady's fingers dancing along his exposed flesh, and he let out a gasp.
"Please, what?" Grady asked, an almost taunting edge to his voice.
"Please fuck me," Jesse gasped, arching himself up as he felt Grady's fingers begin to probe his hole. "I need your cock inside me. Please!"
Grady exhaled, his pupils almost dilating as the blush on his cheeks reddened, and Jesse realized that Grady wanted this almost as much as he did. He leaned down, pulling him into another kiss just as Jesse felt the first finger slide into him.
"Christ dude," Grady breathed, breaking the kiss, but keeping his face pressed close to to Jesse's. "Have you been fingering yourself? You took that so easy. No lube or anything."
He hadn't, but Grady was right. It was as if his body had, without any preparation, simply opened up to him instinctively. For the first time in however many days, a freak supernatural occurrence was actually working out in his favor.
"More," Jesse whined, desperately trying to push Grady's finger deeper into him. "Please, I need more of you in me."
"You need my cock?" Grady asked, giving him another quick kiss.
"Yeah, I need you to fuck me with your cock," Jesse groaned, feeling Grady push two more fingers inside of him.
"Thought you had a nice ass ever since I saw it out on the field that day," Grady said, and Jesse briefly flashed back to Grady tackling him to the ground on that baseball diamond, pulling down his pants and exposing him to their classmates. "Never thought you would be this hungry for cock though."
Jesse felt himself growing impatient. It was like he could anticipate Freddy Krurger coming back into his psyche, scraping at his mind in a desperate bid to take control again. No, he needed this to be over. He needed to embrace who he was once and for all or this would never be over.
"Damn it Grady!" He shouted, his voice violently quivering. "Just put it in already! Please!"
Grady pulled back, inhaling sharply, and Jesse suddenly wondered if he'd just ended their encounter entirely. But Grady was positioned in between Jesse's legs, and he could see now that the other boy was pulling down his camo shorts.
"Fuck," Jesse breathed, and a smug grin spread across Grady's face. He had tried to never look too closely when they were changing in the locker room, but his friend's dick was impressive.
"I'd lube you up, but you're absolutely soaked man," Grady said, and he was right. He wasn't sweating quite as violently as he had been earlier, but his whole body was still slick, and he had hardly felt any pain when Grady was fingering him.
"It's okay, I can take it," Jesse breathed, arching his body upwards in an offering. "Please."
Jesse fell back flat against the bed as Grady hoisted his legs up, and Jesse felt the large cockhead begin probing at his entrance. This is what he'd wanted, right? The thought barely registered before the sensation of Grady slowly pushing his way inside reverberated through his body, and a single thought reverberated through his body.
Yes!
Jesse felt a primal moan escape his lips, and the feeling of being filled this way overwhelmed him. It was then that he felt it again, the scratching in his brain. But it was weaker this time, like Krueger didn't have the energy to overcome him like he once did.
No, he realized. He's not weaker. I'm just stronger now.
"Ron!" He shouted, opening his eyes just in time to see Grady's face inches from his. The other boy's expression was filled with concentration, before it was replaced with a wide grin.
That same moment, Jesse felt the pain in his head stop, and he realized that Grady was completely inside of him.
"Jesse, Christ," Grady laughed. "No lube or anything. You're such a slut."
Jesse reached up, placing his hand on Grady's cheek in a gentle caress. "Only for you man."
"Oh?" Grady said, and Jesse felt Grady's cock begin to slide slowly back out of him, sending a shiver up his spine.
"God, you're perfect," Jesse said, breathing heavily as his eyes raked their way down Grady's body. From his chiseled, boyish face down his sculpted arms and taught, muscled chest. Down to where they were connected, Jesse legs wrapped around Grady's waist and pulling him in deeper, his own cock rock hard and lying long and flat against his chest.
Hell, he was pretty hot too. Jesse grinned to himself, the thought of what they must look like together only turning him on more. Enjoy the show Krueger. It's the last you'll ever see of me.
Grady began pulling out in earnest, and Jesse let a low moan escape his lips. It was when he thrust back in, quickly and without warning, that everything changed.
"Fuck!" Jesse yelled, arching his back and clutching at the bed next to him, suddenly realizing that his button down shirt was still hanging off of his shoulders, tangling him with the sheets.
"You okay?" Grady asked.
"Yes, God," Jesse laughed, "Please do that again. In that same spot."
"Sure thing," Grady said, a hint of laughter in his own voice.
After that, Jesse fell into a haze of pleasure.
It sounded fake, really, that he was being fucked for the first time and didn't feel anything. But it was like he was made more this. Made to take Grady's cock and feel this indescribable ecstasy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But it couldn't be that simple, could it?
"Jesse fuck, you're so tight." Grady groaned, his own face flush with the same delirium Jesse felt. "You sure you've never done this before?"
"No, only with you," Jesse moaned. "I only want you. Only want your cock."
Grady leaned down and grabbed Jesse by the back of the head, and, without slowing his pace, pulled him into another kiss.
Jesse surrendered completely to the sensations bombarding him, letting the haze of pleasure and emotion consume his body and his mind.
He wasn't sure at what point it had happened, but the pain in his mind had gone. Freddy was gone, and it was finally just the two of them. Just like it should've been all along.
It was when he felt the pleasure begin to overwhelm him, when they had to separate their mouths to breathe again, that the thought fleetingly entered his mind.
I love you, Ron Grady. I never should have been afraid of that.
He had enough sense not to say that out loud, though, and instead he stared up at Grady, tongue lagging out of his mouth as he panted, and let himself reach the peak.
He'd never cum before like that in his entire life. It was like everything, all the energy they'd built up throughout their encounter, was expelled from him as he released shot after shot onto his taut chest. This seemed to be all of the signal Grady needed, and the other boy gave one last thrust before burying himself fully inside Jesse, baring his teeth and letting out an animastic grunt as he filled him, claimed him as his own.
And then it was over. Grady collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. "Wow."
"Yeah," Jesse said, smiling hazily. "I… I think I might be gay."
Jesse felt Grady's body shake on top of him as he softly began laughing.
"Yeah, that's what I like to hear," Jesse whispered.
"What was that, anyway?" Grady asked, pulling himself up so he was looming over Jesse again. "You really scared me."
"I was scared. Really scared," Jesse said, gazing up into Grady's eyes. Those deep, hazel eyes that stared down at him with so much affection. "I needed you to help me admit this was what I wanted I guess."
"Guess you really did," Grady said, failing to mask the confusion that still laced his voice.
"I can explain more later maybe, if you want," Jesse said, reaching up and softly caressing Grady's shoulders. "But first, I need you to do me another favor."
"Oh," Grady asked, that familiar smirk, the one that first made Jesse's heart race, returning to his face. "And what's that?"
Without warning, Jesse tightening his grip, and pulled Grady back down on top of him, rutting his slick, hardening cock against the other boy's abs.
"I need you to fuck me again," He whispered.
Jesse felt Grady's breath hot on his shoulder, and the other boy began trailing kisses up his neck, before whispering in his ear. "Well, you are staying here all night."
As with before, these are un-beta'd for now since I just want to get them up for now. I'm going to try to keep future fills to a more reasonable length so hopefully I won't run into this problem again.
Title: Get Lucky
Fandom: Hetalia
Challenge:
spooktoberchallenge, Day 2: CatRating: Teen
Word Count: 2177
Characters/Pairings: Korea/Taiwan, Korea/America, Hong Kong
Notes/Warnings: College AU, Human Names. (Taiwan is Xiao Mei and Hong Kong is Leon). This fill will also likely have a follow-up in a later fill.
Summary: Black cats bring bad luck, or so the superstition goes. But Yong Soo is pretty good at making his own bad luck.
"Whose cat is this?"
Yong Soo glanced up, registering that Alfred was in the room before looking back down at his Switch. "It's Arthur's. Remember? He's studying abroad this semester and this is our month to watch it."
"I- I never agreed to that!" Alfred faltered.
Yong Soo sighed and hit the pause button on the game before looking up again. "I'm trying to finish this level before my Engineering class this afternoon. What's your deal? It's a cat."
"A b-b-b-black cat," Alfred stammered, pointing to the spot on his dresser where the cat had chosen to plant itself, seemingly undisturbed by the outburst.
Yong Soo stared at him, "And?"
"Dude!" Alfred reached out and grabbed Yong Soo by the shoulders, "Black cats are bad luck!"
Yong Soo frowned. "What are you talking about? They're good luck in Korea, and ever since Francis dropped it off I've been absolutely killing it."
"I'm telling you man!" Alfred said, removing one of his hands to point dramatically at the cat, "This is gonna be our downfall!"
Before Yong Soo could reply, his eyes were drawn away by a flashing notice on the screen of his Switch. "Jen-jang! My battery is about to die, where is my charger?"
He brushed Alfred's hand away and pulled himself up into a sitting position, casting his eyes around the room. The dorm they shared wasn't particularly big, but between all their computer and gaming equipment there wasn't a ton of open floor or counter space, and none of it seemed to have the charger he was looking for.
"See!" Alfred said.
"Shut up and help me look!" Yong Soo whined, standing up and digging through his book bag. "This game doesn't autosave and I've been playing for hours!"
"It's the curse of the black cat!"
"No it's not. I don't want to- Da-ze!" He felt his hand curl around, and shot Alfred a self-satisfied smirk, "Found it!"
He pulled it out of the bag, puffing out his chest. His euphoria was short-lived, however, when he realized that the wire of the charger was frayed and, upon pulling it out of his backpack, completely severed.
He stared at it, dumbstruck, only to snap out of it when Alfred began making exaggerated ghost noises.
"It's the curse!" He said, wiggling his fingers.
Yong Soo threw the broken charger at him, "Lend me yours' you asshole!"
--
Yong Soo left his Engineering class in a funk. Not only had he lost hours of game progress, but he got called on in class and was so preoccupied he didn't even know what the question was.
"Like, study harder next time," Leon said, and Yong Soo shot him an exasperated look.
"You didn't know the answer either!"
"Yeah but I don't care," Leon said, absentmindedly picking at his ear. "You're always the one going on and on about how you were the top of your class and almost made it into the Overwatch League."
"I still could if I wanted to. I just thought school was more important," Yong Soo muttered. His mood immediately shifted, however, when he smelled a familiar sweet scent waft past.
"Xiao Mei!" He shouted, spinning around with a big, goofy grin plastered on his face, "What can I do for you?"
"How did you know it was me?" She giggled, pulling her hair behind her ear, missing a single strand that stuck out from the top of her head. Yong Soo wasn't sure why she didn't cut it off, but he was glad she didn't. It was just one charm point among her many charm points.
"Your perfume is really strong," Leon explained.
"In a good way. You smell really good!" Yong Soo countered, his face reddening once he realized what he'd said.
"Thanks?" Xiao Mei laughed, apparently unfazed. "Listen," She said, leaning towards him and lowering her voice, "Leon mentioned that you and Alfred have a cat in your dorm."
"Yeah, if Alfred hasn't already gotten rid of it," Yong Soo said, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Xiao Mei's face fall. "No, I mean, he forgot that we were supposed to watch it so he wasn't happy this morning. And he thinks its bad luck because it's a black cat."
"A black cat?" Xiao Mei's eyes lit up again, and she clasped her hands in front of him. "Listen, if it isn't too much trouble, can I come over to your dorm and pet it? I love cats! And black cats are good luck as far as I'm concerned."
Yong Soo puffed out his chest, "Of course! You can come over right now if you want!"
--
"How do you live like this?" Leon commented.
Yong Soo wanted to argue, but in all honesty his dorm usually wasn't much cleaner than it currently was. Only this time instead of electronics and wires strewn everywhere it was scraps of paper littering the floor and clothes spilling out of their drawers.
For his part, Alfred was huddled on his bed hidden behind a pillow, averting their gaze and gesturing to the top of Yong Soo's dresser.
"What a handsome boy!" Xiao Mei crooned, seemingly unconcerned by the mess surrounding her. The cat was perched at the top of the dresser licking it's paw, the bell on its collar letting out a soft ring as it moved.
"My clothes!" Yong Soo groaned, gathering up some of the shirts that had completely fallen onto the ground. "I just ironed these too!"
"It didn't want to go into its cage," Alfred mumbled, still hidden by the pillow. "I'm sorry."
Yong Soo sighed, doing his best to pull himself back together. "It's fine. Stuff like this really messes with my image though."
"Your image?" Alfred asked, peeking out from behind the pillow for the first time.
Yong Soo cocked his head. "You know. Stylish, Photogenic, the Cool Guy."
Leon let out an exaggerated laugh. "No one thinks you're the cool guy dude."
Yong Soo felt his stomach sink, and he stared hollowly at Leon. "But… you said you looked up to me."
"Because you're tall," Leon gasped, his fake laugh beginning to turn into a real one.
Yong Soo glanced around the room, crestfallen. Alfred gave him a sympathetic smile, while Xiao Mei, the cat now off the dresser and in her arms, nodding encouragingly.
"I still think you're pretty cool Yong Soo, even if you are messy."
"Thanks!" Yong Soo beamed, his bad mood vanishing almost instantly. This made Leon laugh harder for some reason.
The cat began to purr, and Xiao Mei stroked him behind the ear. "Such a good kitty. I hope these boys are doing a good job looking after you."
"It's only been a few hours and our dorm is in ruins," Alfred murmured.
"You have the litter box set up at least," Leon nodded toward the gray box in the corner of the room, "So it didn't crap anywhere at least."
"I think it's time to feed him though," Yong Soo said, scratching the cat behind his ears. "Where's his food?"
He glanced over at Alfred, who had a glazed expression on his face.
"Alfred, where's it's food?"
"Don't look at me!" Alfred said. "I wasn't the one who was here when Francis dropped it off. Where did you put it!"
"He- uh," Yong Soo struggled to remember what Francis had said, but could only remember having to concentrate harder on the level he was playing. "I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Where was the litter box left?"
"Where it is now," Alfred said, gesturing to the gray box.
"So Francis set it up? That was-" Leon began, bending down to examine it closer, before gasping out a sharp laugh.
Yong Soo stared at him, the sound sending goosebumps up his arms. "What?" He breathed.
"Well," Leon said, standing back up and turning toward Yong Soo, clearly doing his best not to laugh. "Francis didn't set up the litter box. And I found the cat's food."
--
"This is your fault dude," Alfred said an hour later, pushing the door open with his back and he dragged the bag of kitty litter in behind him and dropping it on the ground.
"Yeah, well, you could at least pull this all the way in the room," Yong Soo murmured, lazily kicking the bag on the floor, "It's keeping the door from closing."
"I was holding it for you. Being polite." Alfred said, plopping down onto his bed.
Yong Soo simply sighed, walking over to his desk and putting down the bag of dry cat food. Not only had Francis not provided them with any kitty litter, he had left the open bag of food open inside the tray of the litter box. Suffice to say, it hadn't been usable by the time Leon had spotted it.
"Maybe it is bad luck," Yong Soo muttered, looking up at the top of Alfred's dresser where it was currently napping.
"I mean, yeah," Alfred said, waving his hand lazily. "But Xiao Mei seems to like it, so it'll give you an excuse to invite her over if you want. Silver lining."
"I just wanted to look cool in front of her!" Yong Soo cried out in frustration, faceplanting down beside Alfred. "In high school I was really popular and everyone liked me, but I never had a girlfriend because I knew the other girls would bully her. And now that I'm in college and in a position to date, I just keep looking like this big loser who doesn't know what he's doing."
Yong Soo rolled on his side and pouted, but was quickly taken aback by the dumbstruck look on Alfred's face. "What?"
Alfred quietly look his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, before slumping his shoulders and letting out a laugh. "Nothing. I just… I have mad respect for they way you're putting yourself out there, you know? Meeting new people, trying new things."
Yong Soo frowned, sitting up as the cat jumped down from the dresser onto the bed next to them. "What are you talking about? You put yourself out there too. And besides," He added, scooping up the cat in his arms, "You're putting up with this guy now."
"Like I had a choice," Alfred mumbled.
"Arthur did ask you to take care of him. At the end of the last semester. Remember?" Yong Soo held up the cat in front of him. "You said you'd do anything for your best bros."
"That… sounds like me," Alfred grinned. "I mean, you know."
Yong Soo felt his face redden, and he dropped the cat back onto the bed. "Well, we aren't talking about that right now," He stammered, reaching up and running his fingers through his hair. "I really wish you wouldn't bring it up though, Da-ze."
"What does that word mean? Da-ze?" Alfred laughed, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of him.
"It doesn't mean anything," Yong Soo said, turning down to look at the floor. "It's just something I say when I get stressed out and shit."
"Really," Alfred said, and Yong Soo felt his friend's hand grab his chin and turn his head back towards him. Alfred's more light-hearted grin had turned into a smirk, and a faint blush was starting to form on his cheeks as well. "I must've really stressed you out that whole night then."
Yong Soo opened his mouth, trying to come up with a retort, but it was like his mind was filling with static, and instead he let his body go slack as he returned to the familiar sensation of Alfred's lips pressed against his own.
He wasn't sure how long it lasted, all of his senses completely absorbed in the embrace. Why did he have to be good at this, a brief flare of anger shot through Yong Soo before it was subsided by Alfred parting his lips and-
"You got the supplies- oh!"
Yong Soo's eyes flew open and he pushed Alfred off of him, knocking the other boy onto the bed and into dresser behind it, sending a flurry of books and papers cascading down onto him.
Yong Soo was too fixated on Xiao Mei standing in the doorway to notice.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I should've… knocked?" She asked, he face almost as red as his was. "The door was open, so I didn't… I'll see you guys in class tomorrow!"
Yong Soo stared after her in silence as she left, his face flush and a sense of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. It was when he finally glanced down at the floor, where the bag of kitty litter lay, propping the door open, and the cat sitting on top of it, staring at him.
It was then that he finally regained the ability to form words.
"Bad luck!" He shouted, pointing at the cat, who simply blinked and meowed back at him.
"Yeah," Alfred groaned, now sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, the resignation in his voice palpable. "Bad luck."
Title: Inside My Body
Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge
Challenge: Kinktober, Day 2: Begging
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3237
Characters/Pairings: Ron Grady/Jesse Walsh, Freddy Krueger
Notes/Warnings: Vague allusions to horror/gross-out imagery from the film. Internalized Homophobia. The first part of the story is a semi-direct adaption of the actual film scene, and includes word-for-word dialog.
Summary: In which the subtext becomes text, and things go very differently when Jesse visits Grady after his failed hook-up with Lisa.
Jesse wasn't sure what drew him to Grady's house.
Only minutes earlier he had been sprawled out on the floor of a pool house, making out with Lisa and pressing his face in between her tits. But then, it happened again.
Freddy Kreuger had been tormenting him for days in what seemed like a desperate bid to take control of him. Jesse thought he might have even killed Coach Schneider the day before, but the memory was such a haze he couldn't be sure if it was actually real.
If anything, the memory before that was much clearer. Wandering into the club with all those people. Something about that particular part of it had stuck with him, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Hell, he didn't even know why he would've wandered there in the middle of the night, save for the supernatural explanation.
After seeing his tongue replaced by that gray, snakelike appendage, slithering over Lisa's bare form, he was more willing to accept that explanation.
So maybe fear was part of it, why he had climbed up onto Grady's bed while he slept and startled him awake, his pulse racing.
"Jesus Christ!" Grady shouted.
That shook him out of it a bit. Jesse took his hand off of Grady's mouth and the other boy stared up at him with a mixture of shock and confusion.
"You scared the shit out of me man!" Grady said, reflexively ducking away when Jesse turned on the lamp hanging over the bed. "What are you doing?"
What was he doing? Jesse felt disoriented, his whole body felt like it was on fire and his mind felt like it was in a haze. He stood up, and walked over to the open bedroom door, closing it and turning back to face Grady, who was now sitting up and staring at him.
"Hey, what the fuck you doing in my room?" Grady yelled, the sheets falling away from him as he leaned forward.
Jesse felt his breath catch, caught off guard by Grady's state of undress. It wasn't anything he hadn't already seen in the locker room several times already, but somehow this time the air felt different.
"I need you to let me stay here tonight," He found himself saying, not quite processing the words.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Something is trying to get inside me," Jesse said, "Something is trying to get inside my body." The words felt almost painful to say out loud, and it wasn't until that moment he understood why. It wasn't fear he was feeling in that moment: it was shame.
Grady sneered, "The only thing trying to get into your body is female and waiting for you on a cabana floor. And you want to sleep with me. Go figure."
Jesse felt the wind knocked out of him. More than anything, more than anything else he had experienced or heard while in this state, those hit harder than anything. It must've shown on his face, because the expression on Grady's face rapidly changed from contempt to concern.
"Hey man, did something happen with Lisa? You don't seem okay," Grady said, crawling up out of the bed until he was standing in front of him.
Jesse felt his breath hitch. All of the anxiety of the past few days seemed to boil over, and his body felt so hot. Was he sweating? He must be sweating.
"Grady, I don't-" Jesse heard a quiver in his voice, and forced himself to swallow. "I don't know what's going on with me. He's trying to get me, take control of me again, and I don't know why or how or why it's making me feel like this…"
Grady was still staring at him, and Jesse realized he was shivering. Had he been shivering the whole time? He didn't feel cold.
"Maybe you should sit down," Grady finally said, grabbing his arm and guiding him towards the bed.
Grady's touch had done something. He still felt lost in a haze, but he suddenly felt the hammering of his heartbeat slow, like he was starting to come out of it. As he sat down on the bed, the ringing in his ears was replaced by something else.
"You will be mine, not his," A voice whispered. Freddy? Jesse wasn't sure. He didn't even know if the voice was real or if he imagined it, but it made him let out a slow, pained whine all the same, and he felt the weight of his body collapse backward onto the bed.
"Fuck, do I need to call 911?" Jesse opened his eyes. He didn't remember closing them, but now he could see Grady standing over him, an alarmed look on his face.
The sight brought back that same sense of relief from before, and he forced himself to raise his arm, feeling it brush past the fabric of his shirt. Had his shirt been open the whole time? It was now anyway, and it had fallen backward, leaving him exposed.
"No," he gasped. "Don't leave. I need you."
"What do you want me to do?" Grady asked, a slight tremor to his voice.
"I don't, I don't know," Jesse groaned, letting his arm fall back to his side. "So hot. He wants to get inside me. You can't let him. I need…"
"Is it a fever?" Grady asked, though the tone betrayed more confusion than any actual clarity. There was something else there too, but Jesse was in no state to figure out what it was.
He felt a tug, and realized Grady was pulling off his shoes. A moment later, he felt his legs lift up in the air, and opened his eyes to see the other boy pulling the jeans off his legs. The air felt cool on his exposed legs, and Jesse thought that it must be from sweat.
"Fuck, Grady I'm so sorry," He moaned, flinging an arm over his eyes. "I'm sorry for yelling at you today. I'm sorry for being like this, I just- I need-"
Jesse heard a soft gasp, and he rolled his arm away from his eyes and saw Grady standing over him, his face red. He was angry… No, he wasn't angry. His face was flushed, but Jesse couldn't tell what he was feeling. Only that he was staring down at him.
"Grady," He whispered, and then he realized what was happening. He was lying in his best friend's bed, writhing and sweaty, mostly undressed and hard as a rock.
"No," He said, bile rising in his throat. "No, this isn't what I- He did this to me Grady. You have to believe me. I don't- I'm so sorry."
"What do you need," Grady asked. His expression was still unreadable, and his voice was flat.
Jesse gasped, searching for something, anything to say to make what was happening okay. "I need you to help me."
Grady took a deep, ragged breath, and Jesse watched as his friend leaned forward, planting his knee on the bed and reaching out. His skin felt Grady's touch before his mind processed that the other boy had grabbed his knee, pushing it aside and allowing him to position his body between Jesse's legs.
Grady's touch felt soothing, just like before, but this time the feeling was much more intense. He let out a soft moan as Grady slid his hand further up his leg, palming his thigh just below his tented briefs.
"Please," Jesse whined, arching his back and splaying his body out more. God, he was burning up. His mind was in a fog again, but it was different this time. He didn't feel Freddy's fingers clawing at his mind this time. He only felt Grady, his fingers running teasingly close to his crotch, his other sliding up and rubbing against his bare chest.
"Dude, you're burning up," Grady said, and for the first time Jesse registered the lust in his friend's voice. Had it been there the whole time? Grady's words were practically dripping with it. "Tell me what you need, Jesse."
"Touch me," Jesse groaned, "Please, take me."
"Go on," Grady growled.
Jesse watched him lean closer, straddling his body until he was looming over him. Was Grady always this ripped? He could see his eyes clearly again, he could see the barely restrained hunger within them. Jesse felt his breath catch, and the two of them paused, staring at one another until Jesse couldn't take it anymore.
"Ron, please," He moaned.
Grady grinned, leaning forward and pushing his body down on top of his. Jesse felt himself react, loudly exhaling and groaning from the sensation. And then another. If he wasn't so deliriously weak he might have bolted upright from the sensation of Grady kissing his neck. No, biting his neck.
"Christ," Jesse murmured, and he heard Grady let out a soft chuckle.
They stayed like that for a few more moments, and then Grady shifted his body, moving his head and planting kisses along Jesse's neck and collarbone, before raising his head up and locking Jesse in a direct stare.
Jesse caught his breath, completely enraptured. He felt a swelling pain in his chest as he looked into the deep hazel of Grady's eyes. This wasn't like the other pangs he'd had over the last few days, it felt too different. Completely different.
And the feeling only grew more intense when Grady leaned down and kissed him.
It was like a switch was flipped in that moment. Like none of the horror and death was real anymore. The only thing that was real was Grady, here and now with him.
He wasn't sure how long the kiss actually lasted, only that by the time he felt the elastic on his underwear begin to slide down his thigh they no longer were. He opened his eyes, lips still parted, as he felt Grady pull away the only remaining thing hiding him. Who he was.
"Christ, man," he heard Grady whisper. "You're fucking beautiful."
Something about the word beautiful made him feel even more exposed, but nothing about it felt threatening. Lying like this, he began to realize this is the first time he'd felt truly safe for as long as he could remember. He never wanted to let this feeling go.
"Please, Grady," He groaned, "I need- I want to give myself to you."
Grady leaned forward again, and Jesse found himself staring into those hazel eyes once more. "What do you want me to do?" He asked again.
"I want to give you my body," Jesse licked his lips, trying to control his breathing. "Not just so he can't take it. I've always wanted to be yours. Please."
Jesse felt Grady's fingers dancing along his exposed flesh, and he let out a gasp.
"Please, what?" Grady asked, an almost taunting edge to his voice.
"Please fuck me," Jesse gasped, arching himself up as he felt Grady's fingers begin to probe his hole. "I need your cock inside me. Please!"
Grady exhaled, his pupils almost dilating as the blush on his cheeks reddened, and Jesse realized that Grady wanted this almost as much as he did. He leaned down, pulling him into another kiss just as Jesse felt the first finger slide into him.
"Christ dude," Grady breathed, breaking the kiss, but keeping his face pressed close to to Jesse's. "Have you been fingering yourself? You took that so easy. No lube or anything."
He hadn't, but Grady was right. It was as if his body had, without any preparation, simply opened up to him instinctively. For the first time in however many days, a freak supernatural occurrence was actually working out in his favor.
"More," Jesse whined, desperately trying to push Grady's finger deeper into him. "Please, I need more of you in me."
"You need my cock?" Grady asked, giving him another quick kiss.
"Yeah, I need you to fuck me with your cock," Jesse groaned, feeling Grady push two more fingers inside of him.
"Thought you had a nice ass ever since I saw it out on the field that day," Grady said, and Jesse briefly flashed back to Grady tackling him to the ground on that baseball diamond, pulling down his pants and exposing him to their classmates. "Never thought you would be this hungry for cock though."
Jesse felt himself growing impatient. It was like he could anticipate Freddy Krurger coming back into his psyche, scraping at his mind in a desperate bid to take control again. No, he needed this to be over. He needed to embrace who he was once and for all or this would never be over.
"Damn it Grady!" He shouted, his voice violently quivering. "Just put it in already! Please!"
Grady pulled back, inhaling sharply, and Jesse suddenly wondered if he'd just ended their encounter entirely. But Grady was positioned in between Jesse's legs, and he could see now that the other boy was pulling down his camo shorts.
"Fuck," Jesse breathed, and a smug grin spread across Grady's face. He had tried to never look too closely when they were changing in the locker room, but his friend's dick was impressive.
"I'd lube you up, but you're absolutely soaked man," Grady said, and he was right. He wasn't sweating quite as violently as he had been earlier, but his whole body was still slick, and he had hardly felt any pain when Grady was fingering him.
"It's okay, I can take it," Jesse breathed, arching his body upwards in an offering. "Please."
Jesse fell back flat against the bed as Grady hoisted his legs up, and Jesse felt the large cockhead begin probing at his entrance. This is what he'd wanted, right? The thought barely registered before the sensation of Grady slowly pushing his way inside reverberated through his body, and a single thought reverberated through his body.
Yes!
Jesse felt a primal moan escape his lips, and the feeling of being filled this way overwhelmed him. It was then that he felt it again, the scratching in his brain. But it was weaker this time, like Krueger didn't have the energy to overcome him like he once did.
No, he realized. He's not weaker. I'm just stronger now.
"Ron!" He shouted, opening his eyes just in time to see Grady's face inches from his. The other boy's expression was filled with concentration, before it was replaced with a wide grin.
That same moment, Jesse felt the pain in his head stop, and he realized that Grady was completely inside of him.
"Jesse, Christ," Grady laughed. "No lube or anything. You're such a slut."
Jesse reached up, placing his hand on Grady's cheek in a gentle caress. "Only for you man."
"Oh?" Grady said, and Jesse felt Grady's cock begin to slide slowly back out of him, sending a shiver up his spine.
"God, you're perfect," Jesse said, breathing heavily as his eyes raked their way down Grady's body. From his chiseled, boyish face down his sculpted arms and taught, muscled chest. Down to where they were connected, Jesse legs wrapped around Grady's waist and pulling him in deeper, his own cock rock hard and lying long and flat against his chest.
Hell, he was pretty hot too. Jesse grinned to himself, the thought of what they must look like together only turning him on more. Enjoy the show Krueger. It's the last you'll ever see of me.
Grady began pulling out in earnest, and Jesse let a low moan escape his lips. It was when he thrust back in, quickly and without warning, that everything changed.
"Fuck!" Jesse yelled, arching his back and clutching at the bed next to him, suddenly realizing that his button down shirt was still hanging off of his shoulders, tangling him with the sheets.
"You okay?" Grady asked.
"Yes, God," Jesse laughed, "Please do that again. In that same spot."
"Sure thing," Grady said, a hint of laughter in his own voice.
After that, Jesse fell into a haze of pleasure.
It sounded fake, really, that he was being fucked for the first time and didn't feel anything. But it was like he was made more this. Made to take Grady's cock and feel this indescribable ecstasy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But it couldn't be that simple, could it?
"Jesse fuck, you're so tight." Grady groaned, his own face flush with the same delirium Jesse felt. "You sure you've never done this before?"
"No, only with you," Jesse moaned. "I only want you. Only want your cock."
Grady leaned down and grabbed Jesse by the back of the head, and, without slowing his pace, pulled him into another kiss.
Jesse surrendered completely to the sensations bombarding him, letting the haze of pleasure and emotion consume his body and his mind.
He wasn't sure at what point it had happened, but the pain in his mind had gone. Freddy was gone, and it was finally just the two of them. Just like it should've been all along.
It was when he felt the pleasure begin to overwhelm him, when they had to separate their mouths to breathe again, that the thought fleetingly entered his mind.
I love you, Ron Grady. I never should have been afraid of that.
He had enough sense not to say that out loud, though, and instead he stared up at Grady, tongue lagging out of his mouth as he panted, and let himself reach the peak.
He'd never cum before like that in his entire life. It was like everything, all the energy they'd built up throughout their encounter, was expelled from him as he released shot after shot onto his taut chest. This seemed to be all of the signal Grady needed, and the other boy gave one last thrust before burying himself fully inside Jesse, baring his teeth and letting out an animastic grunt as he filled him, claimed him as his own.
And then it was over. Grady collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. "Wow."
"Yeah," Jesse said, smiling hazily. "I… I think I might be gay."
Jesse felt Grady's body shake on top of him as he softly began laughing.
"Yeah, that's what I like to hear," Jesse whispered.
"What was that, anyway?" Grady asked, pulling himself up so he was looming over Jesse again. "You really scared me."
"I was scared. Really scared," Jesse said, gazing up into Grady's eyes. Those deep, hazel eyes that stared down at him with so much affection. "I needed you to help me admit this was what I wanted I guess."
"Guess you really did," Grady said, failing to mask the confusion that still laced his voice.
"I can explain more later maybe, if you want," Jesse said, reaching up and softly caressing Grady's shoulders. "But first, I need you to do me another favor."
"Oh," Grady asked, that familiar smirk, the one that first made Jesse's heart race, returning to his face. "And what's that?"
Without warning, Jesse tightening his grip, and pulled Grady back down on top of him, rutting his slick, hardening cock against the other boy's abs.
"I need you to fuck me again," He whispered.
Jesse felt Grady's breath hot on his shoulder, and the other boy began trailing kisses up his neck, before whispering in his ear. "Well, you are staying here all night."