Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hooking The Shot ❯ Justin ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Manga-Chick 
To pretend...or not to pretend? Thou shalt wither before me, wench!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.12.2005 | Updated On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 310 | Status: Completed
To pretend...or not to pretend? Thou shalt wither before me, wench!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.12.2005 | Updated On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 310 | Status: Completed
:: Justin ::
A week under this ridiculous living condition–the school officials allowed Trowa to claim Quatre as his ‘wife’, and allowed the two to room together on the fifth floor (which was the same treatment to all young, married couples, including the Changs). Quatre was going crazy with Trowa’s treatment, for the goth didn’t even let him make his own decisions in things.
“No, you’re not wearing those pants. You’re wearing this to school today...”
“THAT’S A FUCKING SKIRT!”
“Yes it is, and you’re wearing it. Put it on, or I’ll...spank you...”
“Fine...fine...but I’m wearing boxers!”
“As long as they have the required hole where I need it to be. Just in case of an emergency...”
“Fuck...you’re such a fucking bastard, Trowa...I can’t believe this fucking bullshit...THIS IS DOMESTIC ABUSE!”
Trowa only smirked and reveled in the control and power he had over the hapless blond.
Later that day, free from Trowa’s clutches for the first time in a what seemed like a very long time, Quatre was heading back to the dormitory, knowing that the other kids were laughing at him for dressing up in the female’s uniform combination. It wasn’t uncommon, as there were many other boys that did the same thing to fulfill their cross-dressing ways, but the fact that the fantastic Point Guard for their popular boys’ team was wearing a ‘skirt’ was utterly hilarious.
Aside the fact that Trowa made him wear knee high socks and Mary Janes, that is...he’d even taken Sylvia’s barrettes (the girl mysteriously out on vacation with her parents–off planet) and put them in Quatre’s hair.
“Wow, Quat!” Felicia crowed for the millionth time that day. She leapt at him with a squeezing embrace, squealing over his looks. “If I were lez, I’d do you!”
“I’M NOT A FUCKING GIRL!” Quatre screamed at her, running after her with his backpack. Felicia hurried out of his reaching distance, laughing uproariously.
After Quatre grew winded, Felicia had the grace to apologize for teasing him, and whipped out her cellphone. “Guess what? I have a plan, man. Seeing as Trowa has you under a leash–”
“I wouldn’t say a ‘leash’,” Quatre complained, but it was half hearted. His ass had healed under the onslaught of last week, but that didn’t mean Trowa still didn’t hit it nightly.
“–I’m going to help you escape. I already have it all planned out, ‘k?”
“‘Escape’?” Quatre questioned, turning to her, looking for a way out of his humiliation.
She nodded firmly, dialing a number. “Yop. In fact, let’s head over to the parking lot...Trowa’s being...er...distracted at the moment...”
“By what?”
Felicia hung up her phone, grinning with an evil intensity that had Quatre staring at her in caution. She selected something on the high-functioning device, and handed it over to him. He took the phone in confusion, looking down onto the screen. Oh, yeah...Trowa was being ‘distracted’ for the moment–from what it looked like, Max was enjoying giving Trowa a full striptease to the beat of Trick Daddy’s “Sugar (Give Me Some)”.
Trowa, his face as impassive as always, was sitting down at his usual stool in the studio, painting abandoned as Max danced seductively nearby, using his entire power as a gorgeous ethereal beauty to keep Trowa’s attention. With the added sight of him removing an article of clothing in a sexy, seductive way, Quatre could see why Trowa was staring.
When the boy had completely stripped right down to his very low-slung, very tight briefs that had a suspicious velcro gripping at the sides, Quatre was downright drooling, gripping the phone tightly within both hands. The boy was now treating the goth to a very eye-popping lap dance, looking entirely innocent and entirely naughty at the same time. The contradiction in itself was rather captivating and it was obvious Trowa thought so, too.
Because in one simple movement he had Max off his lap and thrown on the floor, grappling with the startled boy and reaching for some nearby hand lotion (he liked to apply lotion after he cleaned his hands).
His mouth fell open at the sight of his ex and that beautiful boy going at it, and he tried not to get too jealous when Trowa started treating Max as a piece of sugary sweet treat...
“Don’t stare–it’s rude,” Felicia then said crossly, taking her phone back.
But she turned her back to Quatre and continued recording the event, saving it onto a personal file on her cell–along with the other random bits and pieces she’d accumulated pertaining to porn.
“Anyway–yes! There he is! Your knight in shining Mazda armor!”
Quatre looked up to see Justin of Sageville emerging from his extended cab truck–and promptly burst out laughing. Quatre exploded to a crisp, his entire face and body burning with woe as the boy rolled around on the pavement upon seeing him in girls’ attire.
Felicia patted his shoulder, and hurried off, happy that she’d managed to save someone today.
Quatre looked back at Justin, scowling darkly at the boy as he picked himself up from the pavement, and snickered behind his hand.
“It’s not funny,” he muttered.
Justin tried to say something, but he erupted back into peals of laughter. He shook his head, opening the passenger side door.
“Miss,” he joked, gesturing at the bench seat within.
Quatre had to wonder ‘Why Me?’ as he sullenly followed Justin’s gesture and got into the truck. Justin shut the door and ventured around the other side, getting into the driver’s seat. For the entire drive back to Sageville (one and a half hours because it wasn’t rush hour traffic, yet), Justin laughed and joked about what a ‘pretty’ girl Quatre made. The blond just huffed in indignation, but was very happy he was out of Trowa’s controlling clutches...
The goth did not know Justin Sharp very well, and definitely did not know where he lived. He was free... for the moment.
When they arrived inside Justin’s one bedroom apartment, Quatre sighed tiredly, taking off his blazer and tie, thrusting them aside. He set his school bag aside and wandered over to the television set, flopping onto the comfortable couch with a sound of annoyance. Justin snickered, and went into the kitchen, tossing his keys aside. The muscular boy was dressed in a plain pair of ADIDAS shorts and tank top, and he was rather muscular as well, having worked a few years with the UPS as a delivery man.
Quatre eyed him undecidedly from the couch, working his bottom lip. Those rangy muscles bunched and flexed with his movements as he moved about in his kitchen, getting something to eat. When he came into the living room, he gave Quatre a once-over, smirked, and sat down next to him.
“You know, if you had tits, I’d fuck you,” he commented lightly, laughing. “You’d be my type of girl...”
Quatre stared at him in disgust, shaking his head. “First off, if I was a girl and I knew you had that thing in your pants, I wouldn’t go anywhere near you...”
Justin laughed, reddening slightly. He did have a monster cock–Quatre had been scared of it when he’d first learned of its monstrosity. In the resulting end, he’d just given the guy head, and had a sore jaw for seemingly weeks.
“Yeah, well, all’s sucky for you,” he said, lifting up a plate of strawberries, pretzels and banana chips.
Quatre shook his head, then changed his mind, taking a strawberry. He bit into it cautiously into the fruit, finding it juicy and succulent. He looked at the television screen, watching as Justin tuned it to a recent episode of “Fairly Odd Parents”. It was sort of interesting, so Quatre watched it, finding some relation to Cosmo.
He took another strawberry when Justin offered it, and sighed heavily, wondering why his life had turned out this ridiculous way. It was truly atrocious–completely unreal! Trowa owned him–for ten freakin’ bucks?! And was now considered his ‘wife’, even though homosexuals were banned from marrying in California? It was insane! He compared his new life to the cartoons on-screen, and turned to look at Justin to comment on it when he realized the other boy was staring at him in awe.
Quatre froze–he knew that look. He’d seen it on Trowa’s face–Triton’s, Jake’s, Jamie’s! It was an all ominous look that was sexually charged, and he felt his insides squeeze at the thought of this guy pouncing on him.
His eyes zipped to the side, and he calculated how long it would take him to race to the bedroom and lock the door. Justin was suddenly leaning over, lips pursed to kiss him when he dove off the couch and raced into the single bedroom. He locked it, breathing heavily, cursing his damn fine looks and wondering what the hell was going on with his friends! It was like they all wanted a piece of him!
Well...considering that he hadn’t had sex since Triton, and he wouldn’t even consider that sex–!
The doorknob turned, and he was no match against the other boy as he opened the door, signaling with an apartment key that nothing was to remain shut in his domain. Quatre backed away from him, feeling entirely helpless as Justin walked into the room, grinning in a wicked way.
“Quatre...have I ever told you how much I like your body? It’s so fit...so hard...so incredibly hot...I liked it better when you had more than ninety pounds on your bones, but–you’re still good-looking now. I was wondering, though,” he continued, preying after Quatre with a lust hungry look in his dark eyes. Quatre raced for the window, but they were five floors up! And no fire escape?
“If perhaps we could try again...see if we could...reconnect?”
He whimpered, whirling and finding that Justin was right behind him, his eyes glazed over with lust. Quatre sucked in a deep breath, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a demure maiden with an innocent virtue... Justin was on him, now, taking his lips possessively, his hands reaching down to grip his hips with a familiar intensity.
Quatre tried averting his head, but to no avail–Justin pursued his lips hungrily, licking and tasting, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth...
When he released Quatre’s lip, the blond was startled to find that his blood was rushing to his groin, and that mini-Q was reacting to the situation.
“Oh, God, baby, I want you...I like that outfit on you...You make me all hot...”
God...can someone die of too much sex? He wondered as Justin took his mouth again, his tongue thrusting inside with a hungry twist. Quatre made a muffled sound as he sponged his tongue with his, sucking on the muscle that was plundering his mouth. His arms slowly uncrossed as Justin pulled him against him, his arms holding him in place, like some fragile damsel in distress.
Quatre couldn’t move; he merely rose to his tiptoes for a better advantage, their saliva slipping in slick rivets between their mouths, growing so wet and sloppy that it was actually quite nice...
Justin’s hands slid down from the expanse of his back, dropping lower to his skirt. He froze at this moment, embarrassed that he was still wearing the damn thing, but relaxed upon feeling Justin’s hand creep underneath, flipping the material up so that he was exposed to his curious hand. When he touched the lacy panties, he stopped kissing Quatre, surprise evident on his face as he pulled back.
Quatre flamed a bright red, having forgotten that Trowa had taken him at lunchtime, and he’d had to change his underwear. Unfortunately, Trowa had insisted that he wear these damn things...what luck to be found wearing them!
Justin broke into a smile that screamed joy, and he kissed Quatre once more, with much more intensity and force as he fondled the blond’s buttocks outside the panties.
“Yes! Yes, that is so fuckin’ good,” he was murmuring, massaging his ass cheeks firmly. “Oh please...oh please let me do this to you...”
Kinky, was all Quatre thought, losing himself to the kiss as Justin’s fingers slipped underneath the elastic, slipping over his buttocks. It felt wonderfully good, this change of sensation, and he subtly tipped his backside into the caressing, moaning softly. He could tell that Justin was aroused by this–that monstrous cock of his was pressing insistently against Quatre’s stomach, scaring him with its abnormal size and heaviness. He still wondered how the guy kept that thing under wraps...it was just so...huge...
Justin’s fingers moved over his crevice, delving inside, his fingertips tracing over the depths. Quatre gave a soft moan once more, tilting his head back, loving the sensation that was being placed on him. Justin pushed him gently until the backs of his ankles hit the bed, and Quatre fell back onto the mattress. Yes, Justin still hadn’t gotten a bedframe for his bed, and the fall was rather jolting.
Justin hurriedly followed, pushing himself between Quatre’s legs, and kissing him thoroughly once more, his hand creeping up Quatre’s thigh, pushing upward toward his panties once more. The creep of his work-hardened hands was a pleasant sensation, and Quatre gasped at the feel, his leg quivering underneath the movement.
Justin continued running his hand up until he met the juncture of Quatre’s thighs, palming his hardening member for a moment, then creeping upward until it couldn’t go anymore. The waistband was shut tight, but this was nothing. He removed his hand, fumbling with the buttons of Quatre’s shirt, his movements eager and interesting as Quatre clutched his head, enjoying the touches and knowing what the boy was going to find, even as his face reddened once more with humiliation.
Yes, when Justin opened his shirt, he found the black lace bra that matched his panties. Even though it held nothing, not even tissue, Justin was very excited about this. He breathed a chuckle, and moved away from Quatre’s lips, trailing kisses down the blond’s jaw line and onto his neck. Quatre hoped there were no more hickies–Trowa’s had faded a little from the angry purple until they were faint marks, but he hoped Justin didn’t leave any. Who knew what Trowa would do if he found out what he was doing?
Justin’s lips left his collarbone, and trailed down his chest, to plant small kisses outside his bra line. Quatre was utterly embarrassed about this situation, dragging a hand over his face. But he had to admit–this was rather kinky, and it all felt very good–in a bad way. Or...was that it felt very bad–in a good way?
He gave himself up to the sensation as Justin shoved aside one of the cups, and found his pert pink nipple.
“These things are perfect...perfect little rose buds...I need a taste of that...I need a taste of you, baby...”
Quatre gasped out loud, holding onto his head as the boy laved his tongue over the pebble, sucking and licking hungrily. It felt so nice–! Justin’s hands were caressing his sides, his stomach, and finally fumbling with his skirt zipper–the guy knew his way around, that was for sure.
Quatre reveled in the sensation of Justin paying his utmost attention to his nipples, murmuring his appreciation and like for what he was finding. Quatre let his head fall back onto the pillow, moaning as Justin’s hands foregone the zipper, and flipped the skirt up once more. He noticed that the boy didn’t give any attention to his straining cock, and that was the part that wanted most of the attention. He tilted his hips upward with a subtle hint, but Justin ignored it, his fingers delving against his upper inner thighs, caressing and fondling the soft skin within.
Quatre moaned again, but this time in disappointment as Justin left his nipples. The boy touched his mouth to his, murmuring something low and indistinct. But Quatre received the message when he was gently maneuvered onto his hands and knees, his ass gently maneuvered so that it was pointing upward. Laying his face onto his hands, Quatre anxiously awaited his taking, hearing Justin shuffle out of his shorts and underwear.
He heard the manipulation of foil, and grew even more anxious. He didn’t want to have that thing in him! This is where he drew the line!
He started to turn and give Justin the rule when the boy bent over, both hands massaging his ass globes with a feverish grip. Then he gave a startled cry as he felt Justin’s face mash against his lacy underwear, the heat of his open mouth penetrating him through the material. His jaw worked against Quatre’s cleft, the material keeping his face from actual contact.
Quatre was moaning loudly, spreading his thighs to allow more of this contact. His ass rose higher, giving Justin better access to him. The hugely endowed boy’s tongue snaked out, wetting the material, tonguing his cleft with a delicious sensation of need in that he could not get the actual action on his skin. He gasped softly, kneading the bed sheets underneath, crossing his ankles, suddenly aware that he still had his knee socks and Mary Janes on.
He felt Justin shift, the panties thrust slowly aside, and Justin was there again, his tongue seeking out his entrance. Quatre closed his eyes and gripped the bed sheets, loving what was being done to him. Triton had had a different style when taking him in this manner, but the way Justin was doing it, it was obvious that the boy had such contact before–with his previous girlfriends.
Quatre could not help but whimper and mewl in appreciation of the talented tongue, which delved into his inside, touching every crevice and line that was available to him. The wet feel of his tongue sent waves of desire through him, making him utterly *wild* as he tried for more of the contact. Justin lifted his face from between Quatre’s ass cheeks, licking his lips and slurping in saliva as he hummed in appreciation.
“You taste so good...so fuckin’ good...”
He leaned over Quatre’s back, kissing the back of his neck and shoulders, his arms propped on either side of Quatre’s head. The blond shifted, disappointed at the absence of the boy’s tongue, and felt the heavy probe of his dick outside his panties.
He panicked briefly, Justin reaching down so that he was holding Quatre’s hands in place on the bed, using his weight to hold him there. Quatre whimpered in consternation, sure that they weren’t following through with a hetero-style fuck, but something that resembled animals. It was...quite arousing, actually. To be mounted in such a dominant fashion...wearing a skirt and panties...he was getting quite hard as he further realized his position.
Justin released one of his hands, and trailed his palm over Quatre’s back, where he urgently swept his still opened shirt off, exposing the black lace bra strap that bound the nothingness on Quatre’s chest. He groaned, trailing kisses along Quatre’s spine, over the bra strap. He trailed his fingers over his ass cheek, and into his crevice, still outside the lacy panties.
Quatre was panting, waiting for the inevitable, waiting for that particular moment when he’d be entered. He felt Justin shift aside the panties, his fingers delving where his tongue had been earlier. Quatre realized how runny it seemed down there, with all that spit–and clenched his cheeks together, whimpering once more at the thought of Justin’s anaconda entering him.
The boy straightened from his back, and a thick, heavy probing was felt at Quatre’s entrance–the panties were still in place, merely thrust aside so that the boy could enter Quatre. With a light moaning sound, Quatre tried to relax his muscles, to admit the monster with as little trouble as possible, grateful for Trowa’s continuous pounding. It may be the only thing that would aid him in this interesting development, and he groaned aloud as Justin slowly–very slowly–pushed into his body.
Inch by inch....slowly...painfully... uncomfortably...but completely filling as Quatre kneaded the bed sheets with his fists, anxious and scared.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight...so tight and so hot...God, I need more of you!”
He could hear Justin’s excited breathing, could just feel his asshole stretching to accommodate the thing entering him, could feel his startled channel trying to adjust to the invasion.
He was too big! He was too big!
Quatre was starting to panic, wanting him out, but with a determined grunt, Justin continued moving in, his own saliva and the lube from the condom aiding him in further purchase. Quatre grit his teeth and clung to the bed, uttering moans and gasps as Justin invaded him. His insides felt as if they were rearranging themselves quickly to admit the monstrous cock in, his intestines trembling violently in fear. He felt incredibly full and incredibly uncomfortable–but he wasn’t going to back out. Well, he really didn’t have any choice–Justin was determined to come in.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Justin leaned over him, panting into his ear, gripping his hips. He shifted slightly out, Quatre giving a keening sound as the movement threatened to tear out his insides, scrambling for a hand hold on the bed. Justin was in once more, the movement less hindered, his breathing more in control. When he began pulling out again, Quatre gave a cry into the mattress, clutching tightly onto the bed, his thighs shaking with the continued effort of staying in place. Justin was holding his hips tightly, his fingers lightly massaging the bone, a pleasant sensation that had some of his body singing in praise.
Despite the distraction, Quatre was terrified as ever, and Justin sensed it. He paused in his next movement, and fumbled with something out of Quatre’s eyesight. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Justin was fumbling with a travel-sized bottle of lotion–didn’t anyone have lube?!–smearing the substance over his condom-covered cock. When he thrust in again, Quatre was quite relieved to feel that it was much more smoother than before. And actually...quite pleasant.
When Justin began moving, in a slower manner than the two males before him, Quatre began shifting his hips to move with him, finding a pace that was easy for him to accept. In a way, Justin’s monstrosity was quite good–it brushed with an exciting flutter against his prostate in a continuous movement that didn’t call for angling and maneuvering.
He sucked in a deep breath, straightening his back as he rose onto his palms, his ankles still crossed as Justin took him from behind. Those panties were still in place, rubbing against them both as Justin continued thrusting into him. Quatre tilted his head back, loving the sensation of his prostate being caressed with each thrust, in a maddeningly frustrating way that kept his orgasm at bay. Justin shifted his position, so that he could lean over him, reaching around him to play with his nipples. His breath was quick and heavy against Quatre’s ears, and the extra stimulation was incredibly intense. He wanted attention on his own cock, though, and whined wordlessly as their movements sent the mattress scraping against the wall.
Splaying a hand over Quatre’s right nipple, Justin reached down into his panties for Quatre’s hardened dick, and traced his fingers over the straining length.
Quatre cried aloud in joy as his length was stroked and fondled, Justin using his thumb and index finger to mimic his own movements. He was very excited in that Quatre was now responding to him in such a manner, and began thrusting faster, as awkward as it was. Quatre was jolted by the movements, holding onto the bed with a startled gasp. Justin suddenly shifted, forcing Quatre to lie down on his belly–the movement caused Quatre’s ass channel to clench him unmercifully, and he shouted in pleasure at this movement, while Quatre gritted his teeth, wanting to claw away from him.
But Justin held him in place, and shifted so that they were lying on their sides. Reaching out, he picked up Quatre’s right leg, and draped that over his hip, his fingers trailing up the white socks and knobby knee, over the toned muscles of Quatre’s thighs. The angle of this position was quite odd, and Quatre found himself not as uncomfortable as he was earlier. He reached behind him, to hold onto Justin, his forearm pressed against the other boy’s head. This caused Justin to rest his chin against the inside of Quatre’s neck, his hips working to keep him thrusting into Quatre’s body.
The blond liked this position, locking his leg over Justin’s hip, panting heavily and uttering mewling sounds as the fucking continued. Justin reached down, and over his panties, clenched his length. Quatre stiffened in reaction, but moved into the action, holding onto Justin tightly.
With a low moan of his own, Justin was stroking him in time with his own thrusts, the fabric of Quatre’s panties adding to the sensation.
Everything was coiling, tightening, needing to be released–! Quatre grit his teeth, wanting to come, straining his hips out, trying to get that feeling out. He wanted Justin to touch him with direct skin to skin contact, but he could only settle for that sensation with the other boy’s front against his back. Crying aloud, needing to come, he strained tightly, his cheeks flexing, needing that fulfillment.
Justin was whimpering in his neck, thrusting harder, his dick scraping in a firmer press against Quatre’s prostate. This was heavenly–this sent Quatre off the edge, his mouth open in a loud cry as he jerked forward, coming into his panties. Justin felt the wetness on the fabric, shifting his hand to wrap both arms around Quatre’s upper chest, his thumbs flicking against his nipples, his thrusting coming harder and faster.
The milking he received from Quatre’s channel seemed to coax out his seed, and he groaned into the blond’s neck, feeling his dick pump feverishly as he spilled his seed into the latex.
For a few moments, they laid there, trying to catch their breath, both of them still connected to each other–Justin with his dick inside Quatre, and Quatre with his arm and leg hooked behind him, onto the other boy.
Chuckling against Quatre’s jaw, Justin placed kisses over the sharp bone, his fingers finding and tweaking the perk nipples.
“You need to wear that shit all the time, man,” he whispered, licking his ear. “I like you as a girl...”
To Be Continued....
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A week under this ridiculous living condition–the school officials allowed Trowa to claim Quatre as his ‘wife’, and allowed the two to room together on the fifth floor (which was the same treatment to all young, married couples, including the Changs). Quatre was going crazy with Trowa’s treatment, for the goth didn’t even let him make his own decisions in things.
“No, you’re not wearing those pants. You’re wearing this to school today...”
“THAT’S A FUCKING SKIRT!”
“Yes it is, and you’re wearing it. Put it on, or I’ll...spank you...”
“Fine...fine...but I’m wearing boxers!”
“As long as they have the required hole where I need it to be. Just in case of an emergency...”
“Fuck...you’re such a fucking bastard, Trowa...I can’t believe this fucking bullshit...THIS IS DOMESTIC ABUSE!”
Trowa only smirked and reveled in the control and power he had over the hapless blond.
Later that day, free from Trowa’s clutches for the first time in a what seemed like a very long time, Quatre was heading back to the dormitory, knowing that the other kids were laughing at him for dressing up in the female’s uniform combination. It wasn’t uncommon, as there were many other boys that did the same thing to fulfill their cross-dressing ways, but the fact that the fantastic Point Guard for their popular boys’ team was wearing a ‘skirt’ was utterly hilarious.
Aside the fact that Trowa made him wear knee high socks and Mary Janes, that is...he’d even taken Sylvia’s barrettes (the girl mysteriously out on vacation with her parents–off planet) and put them in Quatre’s hair.
“Wow, Quat!” Felicia crowed for the millionth time that day. She leapt at him with a squeezing embrace, squealing over his looks. “If I were lez, I’d do you!”
“I’M NOT A FUCKING GIRL!” Quatre screamed at her, running after her with his backpack. Felicia hurried out of his reaching distance, laughing uproariously.
After Quatre grew winded, Felicia had the grace to apologize for teasing him, and whipped out her cellphone. “Guess what? I have a plan, man. Seeing as Trowa has you under a leash–”
“I wouldn’t say a ‘leash’,” Quatre complained, but it was half hearted. His ass had healed under the onslaught of last week, but that didn’t mean Trowa still didn’t hit it nightly.
“–I’m going to help you escape. I already have it all planned out, ‘k?”
“‘Escape’?” Quatre questioned, turning to her, looking for a way out of his humiliation.
She nodded firmly, dialing a number. “Yop. In fact, let’s head over to the parking lot...Trowa’s being...er...distracted at the moment...”
“By what?”
Felicia hung up her phone, grinning with an evil intensity that had Quatre staring at her in caution. She selected something on the high-functioning device, and handed it over to him. He took the phone in confusion, looking down onto the screen. Oh, yeah...Trowa was being ‘distracted’ for the moment–from what it looked like, Max was enjoying giving Trowa a full striptease to the beat of Trick Daddy’s “Sugar (Give Me Some)”.
Trowa, his face as impassive as always, was sitting down at his usual stool in the studio, painting abandoned as Max danced seductively nearby, using his entire power as a gorgeous ethereal beauty to keep Trowa’s attention. With the added sight of him removing an article of clothing in a sexy, seductive way, Quatre could see why Trowa was staring.
When the boy had completely stripped right down to his very low-slung, very tight briefs that had a suspicious velcro gripping at the sides, Quatre was downright drooling, gripping the phone tightly within both hands. The boy was now treating the goth to a very eye-popping lap dance, looking entirely innocent and entirely naughty at the same time. The contradiction in itself was rather captivating and it was obvious Trowa thought so, too.
Because in one simple movement he had Max off his lap and thrown on the floor, grappling with the startled boy and reaching for some nearby hand lotion (he liked to apply lotion after he cleaned his hands).
His mouth fell open at the sight of his ex and that beautiful boy going at it, and he tried not to get too jealous when Trowa started treating Max as a piece of sugary sweet treat...
“Don’t stare–it’s rude,” Felicia then said crossly, taking her phone back.
But she turned her back to Quatre and continued recording the event, saving it onto a personal file on her cell–along with the other random bits and pieces she’d accumulated pertaining to porn.
“Anyway–yes! There he is! Your knight in shining Mazda armor!”
Quatre looked up to see Justin of Sageville emerging from his extended cab truck–and promptly burst out laughing. Quatre exploded to a crisp, his entire face and body burning with woe as the boy rolled around on the pavement upon seeing him in girls’ attire.
Felicia patted his shoulder, and hurried off, happy that she’d managed to save someone today.
Quatre looked back at Justin, scowling darkly at the boy as he picked himself up from the pavement, and snickered behind his hand.
“It’s not funny,” he muttered.
Justin tried to say something, but he erupted back into peals of laughter. He shook his head, opening the passenger side door.
“Miss,” he joked, gesturing at the bench seat within.
Quatre had to wonder ‘Why Me?’ as he sullenly followed Justin’s gesture and got into the truck. Justin shut the door and ventured around the other side, getting into the driver’s seat. For the entire drive back to Sageville (one and a half hours because it wasn’t rush hour traffic, yet), Justin laughed and joked about what a ‘pretty’ girl Quatre made. The blond just huffed in indignation, but was very happy he was out of Trowa’s controlling clutches...
The goth did not know Justin Sharp very well, and definitely did not know where he lived. He was free... for the moment.
When they arrived inside Justin’s one bedroom apartment, Quatre sighed tiredly, taking off his blazer and tie, thrusting them aside. He set his school bag aside and wandered over to the television set, flopping onto the comfortable couch with a sound of annoyance. Justin snickered, and went into the kitchen, tossing his keys aside. The muscular boy was dressed in a plain pair of ADIDAS shorts and tank top, and he was rather muscular as well, having worked a few years with the UPS as a delivery man.
Quatre eyed him undecidedly from the couch, working his bottom lip. Those rangy muscles bunched and flexed with his movements as he moved about in his kitchen, getting something to eat. When he came into the living room, he gave Quatre a once-over, smirked, and sat down next to him.
“You know, if you had tits, I’d fuck you,” he commented lightly, laughing. “You’d be my type of girl...”
Quatre stared at him in disgust, shaking his head. “First off, if I was a girl and I knew you had that thing in your pants, I wouldn’t go anywhere near you...”
Justin laughed, reddening slightly. He did have a monster cock–Quatre had been scared of it when he’d first learned of its monstrosity. In the resulting end, he’d just given the guy head, and had a sore jaw for seemingly weeks.
“Yeah, well, all’s sucky for you,” he said, lifting up a plate of strawberries, pretzels and banana chips.
Quatre shook his head, then changed his mind, taking a strawberry. He bit into it cautiously into the fruit, finding it juicy and succulent. He looked at the television screen, watching as Justin tuned it to a recent episode of “Fairly Odd Parents”. It was sort of interesting, so Quatre watched it, finding some relation to Cosmo.
He took another strawberry when Justin offered it, and sighed heavily, wondering why his life had turned out this ridiculous way. It was truly atrocious–completely unreal! Trowa owned him–for ten freakin’ bucks?! And was now considered his ‘wife’, even though homosexuals were banned from marrying in California? It was insane! He compared his new life to the cartoons on-screen, and turned to look at Justin to comment on it when he realized the other boy was staring at him in awe.
Quatre froze–he knew that look. He’d seen it on Trowa’s face–Triton’s, Jake’s, Jamie’s! It was an all ominous look that was sexually charged, and he felt his insides squeeze at the thought of this guy pouncing on him.
His eyes zipped to the side, and he calculated how long it would take him to race to the bedroom and lock the door. Justin was suddenly leaning over, lips pursed to kiss him when he dove off the couch and raced into the single bedroom. He locked it, breathing heavily, cursing his damn fine looks and wondering what the hell was going on with his friends! It was like they all wanted a piece of him!
Well...considering that he hadn’t had sex since Triton, and he wouldn’t even consider that sex–!
The doorknob turned, and he was no match against the other boy as he opened the door, signaling with an apartment key that nothing was to remain shut in his domain. Quatre backed away from him, feeling entirely helpless as Justin walked into the room, grinning in a wicked way.
“Quatre...have I ever told you how much I like your body? It’s so fit...so hard...so incredibly hot...I liked it better when you had more than ninety pounds on your bones, but–you’re still good-looking now. I was wondering, though,” he continued, preying after Quatre with a lust hungry look in his dark eyes. Quatre raced for the window, but they were five floors up! And no fire escape?
“If perhaps we could try again...see if we could...reconnect?”
He whimpered, whirling and finding that Justin was right behind him, his eyes glazed over with lust. Quatre sucked in a deep breath, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a demure maiden with an innocent virtue... Justin was on him, now, taking his lips possessively, his hands reaching down to grip his hips with a familiar intensity.
Quatre tried averting his head, but to no avail–Justin pursued his lips hungrily, licking and tasting, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth...
When he released Quatre’s lip, the blond was startled to find that his blood was rushing to his groin, and that mini-Q was reacting to the situation.
“Oh, God, baby, I want you...I like that outfit on you...You make me all hot...”
God...can someone die of too much sex? He wondered as Justin took his mouth again, his tongue thrusting inside with a hungry twist. Quatre made a muffled sound as he sponged his tongue with his, sucking on the muscle that was plundering his mouth. His arms slowly uncrossed as Justin pulled him against him, his arms holding him in place, like some fragile damsel in distress.
Quatre couldn’t move; he merely rose to his tiptoes for a better advantage, their saliva slipping in slick rivets between their mouths, growing so wet and sloppy that it was actually quite nice...
Justin’s hands slid down from the expanse of his back, dropping lower to his skirt. He froze at this moment, embarrassed that he was still wearing the damn thing, but relaxed upon feeling Justin’s hand creep underneath, flipping the material up so that he was exposed to his curious hand. When he touched the lacy panties, he stopped kissing Quatre, surprise evident on his face as he pulled back.
Quatre flamed a bright red, having forgotten that Trowa had taken him at lunchtime, and he’d had to change his underwear. Unfortunately, Trowa had insisted that he wear these damn things...what luck to be found wearing them!
Justin broke into a smile that screamed joy, and he kissed Quatre once more, with much more intensity and force as he fondled the blond’s buttocks outside the panties.
“Yes! Yes, that is so fuckin’ good,” he was murmuring, massaging his ass cheeks firmly. “Oh please...oh please let me do this to you...”
Kinky, was all Quatre thought, losing himself to the kiss as Justin’s fingers slipped underneath the elastic, slipping over his buttocks. It felt wonderfully good, this change of sensation, and he subtly tipped his backside into the caressing, moaning softly. He could tell that Justin was aroused by this–that monstrous cock of his was pressing insistently against Quatre’s stomach, scaring him with its abnormal size and heaviness. He still wondered how the guy kept that thing under wraps...it was just so...huge...
Justin’s fingers moved over his crevice, delving inside, his fingertips tracing over the depths. Quatre gave a soft moan once more, tilting his head back, loving the sensation that was being placed on him. Justin pushed him gently until the backs of his ankles hit the bed, and Quatre fell back onto the mattress. Yes, Justin still hadn’t gotten a bedframe for his bed, and the fall was rather jolting.
Justin hurriedly followed, pushing himself between Quatre’s legs, and kissing him thoroughly once more, his hand creeping up Quatre’s thigh, pushing upward toward his panties once more. The creep of his work-hardened hands was a pleasant sensation, and Quatre gasped at the feel, his leg quivering underneath the movement.
Justin continued running his hand up until he met the juncture of Quatre’s thighs, palming his hardening member for a moment, then creeping upward until it couldn’t go anymore. The waistband was shut tight, but this was nothing. He removed his hand, fumbling with the buttons of Quatre’s shirt, his movements eager and interesting as Quatre clutched his head, enjoying the touches and knowing what the boy was going to find, even as his face reddened once more with humiliation.
Yes, when Justin opened his shirt, he found the black lace bra that matched his panties. Even though it held nothing, not even tissue, Justin was very excited about this. He breathed a chuckle, and moved away from Quatre’s lips, trailing kisses down the blond’s jaw line and onto his neck. Quatre hoped there were no more hickies–Trowa’s had faded a little from the angry purple until they were faint marks, but he hoped Justin didn’t leave any. Who knew what Trowa would do if he found out what he was doing?
Justin’s lips left his collarbone, and trailed down his chest, to plant small kisses outside his bra line. Quatre was utterly embarrassed about this situation, dragging a hand over his face. But he had to admit–this was rather kinky, and it all felt very good–in a bad way. Or...was that it felt very bad–in a good way?
He gave himself up to the sensation as Justin shoved aside one of the cups, and found his pert pink nipple.
“These things are perfect...perfect little rose buds...I need a taste of that...I need a taste of you, baby...”
Quatre gasped out loud, holding onto his head as the boy laved his tongue over the pebble, sucking and licking hungrily. It felt so nice–! Justin’s hands were caressing his sides, his stomach, and finally fumbling with his skirt zipper–the guy knew his way around, that was for sure.
Quatre reveled in the sensation of Justin paying his utmost attention to his nipples, murmuring his appreciation and like for what he was finding. Quatre let his head fall back onto the pillow, moaning as Justin’s hands foregone the zipper, and flipped the skirt up once more. He noticed that the boy didn’t give any attention to his straining cock, and that was the part that wanted most of the attention. He tilted his hips upward with a subtle hint, but Justin ignored it, his fingers delving against his upper inner thighs, caressing and fondling the soft skin within.
Quatre moaned again, but this time in disappointment as Justin left his nipples. The boy touched his mouth to his, murmuring something low and indistinct. But Quatre received the message when he was gently maneuvered onto his hands and knees, his ass gently maneuvered so that it was pointing upward. Laying his face onto his hands, Quatre anxiously awaited his taking, hearing Justin shuffle out of his shorts and underwear.
He heard the manipulation of foil, and grew even more anxious. He didn’t want to have that thing in him! This is where he drew the line!
He started to turn and give Justin the rule when the boy bent over, both hands massaging his ass globes with a feverish grip. Then he gave a startled cry as he felt Justin’s face mash against his lacy underwear, the heat of his open mouth penetrating him through the material. His jaw worked against Quatre’s cleft, the material keeping his face from actual contact.
Quatre was moaning loudly, spreading his thighs to allow more of this contact. His ass rose higher, giving Justin better access to him. The hugely endowed boy’s tongue snaked out, wetting the material, tonguing his cleft with a delicious sensation of need in that he could not get the actual action on his skin. He gasped softly, kneading the bed sheets underneath, crossing his ankles, suddenly aware that he still had his knee socks and Mary Janes on.
He felt Justin shift, the panties thrust slowly aside, and Justin was there again, his tongue seeking out his entrance. Quatre closed his eyes and gripped the bed sheets, loving what was being done to him. Triton had had a different style when taking him in this manner, but the way Justin was doing it, it was obvious that the boy had such contact before–with his previous girlfriends.
Quatre could not help but whimper and mewl in appreciation of the talented tongue, which delved into his inside, touching every crevice and line that was available to him. The wet feel of his tongue sent waves of desire through him, making him utterly *wild* as he tried for more of the contact. Justin lifted his face from between Quatre’s ass cheeks, licking his lips and slurping in saliva as he hummed in appreciation.
“You taste so good...so fuckin’ good...”
He leaned over Quatre’s back, kissing the back of his neck and shoulders, his arms propped on either side of Quatre’s head. The blond shifted, disappointed at the absence of the boy’s tongue, and felt the heavy probe of his dick outside his panties.
He panicked briefly, Justin reaching down so that he was holding Quatre’s hands in place on the bed, using his weight to hold him there. Quatre whimpered in consternation, sure that they weren’t following through with a hetero-style fuck, but something that resembled animals. It was...quite arousing, actually. To be mounted in such a dominant fashion...wearing a skirt and panties...he was getting quite hard as he further realized his position.
Justin released one of his hands, and trailed his palm over Quatre’s back, where he urgently swept his still opened shirt off, exposing the black lace bra strap that bound the nothingness on Quatre’s chest. He groaned, trailing kisses along Quatre’s spine, over the bra strap. He trailed his fingers over his ass cheek, and into his crevice, still outside the lacy panties.
Quatre was panting, waiting for the inevitable, waiting for that particular moment when he’d be entered. He felt Justin shift aside the panties, his fingers delving where his tongue had been earlier. Quatre realized how runny it seemed down there, with all that spit–and clenched his cheeks together, whimpering once more at the thought of Justin’s anaconda entering him.
The boy straightened from his back, and a thick, heavy probing was felt at Quatre’s entrance–the panties were still in place, merely thrust aside so that the boy could enter Quatre. With a light moaning sound, Quatre tried to relax his muscles, to admit the monster with as little trouble as possible, grateful for Trowa’s continuous pounding. It may be the only thing that would aid him in this interesting development, and he groaned aloud as Justin slowly–very slowly–pushed into his body.
Inch by inch....slowly...painfully... uncomfortably...but completely filling as Quatre kneaded the bed sheets with his fists, anxious and scared.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight...so tight and so hot...God, I need more of you!”
He could hear Justin’s excited breathing, could just feel his asshole stretching to accommodate the thing entering him, could feel his startled channel trying to adjust to the invasion.
He was too big! He was too big!
Quatre was starting to panic, wanting him out, but with a determined grunt, Justin continued moving in, his own saliva and the lube from the condom aiding him in further purchase. Quatre grit his teeth and clung to the bed, uttering moans and gasps as Justin invaded him. His insides felt as if they were rearranging themselves quickly to admit the monstrous cock in, his intestines trembling violently in fear. He felt incredibly full and incredibly uncomfortable–but he wasn’t going to back out. Well, he really didn’t have any choice–Justin was determined to come in.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Justin leaned over him, panting into his ear, gripping his hips. He shifted slightly out, Quatre giving a keening sound as the movement threatened to tear out his insides, scrambling for a hand hold on the bed. Justin was in once more, the movement less hindered, his breathing more in control. When he began pulling out again, Quatre gave a cry into the mattress, clutching tightly onto the bed, his thighs shaking with the continued effort of staying in place. Justin was holding his hips tightly, his fingers lightly massaging the bone, a pleasant sensation that had some of his body singing in praise.
Despite the distraction, Quatre was terrified as ever, and Justin sensed it. He paused in his next movement, and fumbled with something out of Quatre’s eyesight. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Justin was fumbling with a travel-sized bottle of lotion–didn’t anyone have lube?!–smearing the substance over his condom-covered cock. When he thrust in again, Quatre was quite relieved to feel that it was much more smoother than before. And actually...quite pleasant.
When Justin began moving, in a slower manner than the two males before him, Quatre began shifting his hips to move with him, finding a pace that was easy for him to accept. In a way, Justin’s monstrosity was quite good–it brushed with an exciting flutter against his prostate in a continuous movement that didn’t call for angling and maneuvering.
He sucked in a deep breath, straightening his back as he rose onto his palms, his ankles still crossed as Justin took him from behind. Those panties were still in place, rubbing against them both as Justin continued thrusting into him. Quatre tilted his head back, loving the sensation of his prostate being caressed with each thrust, in a maddeningly frustrating way that kept his orgasm at bay. Justin shifted his position, so that he could lean over him, reaching around him to play with his nipples. His breath was quick and heavy against Quatre’s ears, and the extra stimulation was incredibly intense. He wanted attention on his own cock, though, and whined wordlessly as their movements sent the mattress scraping against the wall.
Splaying a hand over Quatre’s right nipple, Justin reached down into his panties for Quatre’s hardened dick, and traced his fingers over the straining length.
Quatre cried aloud in joy as his length was stroked and fondled, Justin using his thumb and index finger to mimic his own movements. He was very excited in that Quatre was now responding to him in such a manner, and began thrusting faster, as awkward as it was. Quatre was jolted by the movements, holding onto the bed with a startled gasp. Justin suddenly shifted, forcing Quatre to lie down on his belly–the movement caused Quatre’s ass channel to clench him unmercifully, and he shouted in pleasure at this movement, while Quatre gritted his teeth, wanting to claw away from him.
But Justin held him in place, and shifted so that they were lying on their sides. Reaching out, he picked up Quatre’s right leg, and draped that over his hip, his fingers trailing up the white socks and knobby knee, over the toned muscles of Quatre’s thighs. The angle of this position was quite odd, and Quatre found himself not as uncomfortable as he was earlier. He reached behind him, to hold onto Justin, his forearm pressed against the other boy’s head. This caused Justin to rest his chin against the inside of Quatre’s neck, his hips working to keep him thrusting into Quatre’s body.
The blond liked this position, locking his leg over Justin’s hip, panting heavily and uttering mewling sounds as the fucking continued. Justin reached down, and over his panties, clenched his length. Quatre stiffened in reaction, but moved into the action, holding onto Justin tightly.
With a low moan of his own, Justin was stroking him in time with his own thrusts, the fabric of Quatre’s panties adding to the sensation.
Everything was coiling, tightening, needing to be released–! Quatre grit his teeth, wanting to come, straining his hips out, trying to get that feeling out. He wanted Justin to touch him with direct skin to skin contact, but he could only settle for that sensation with the other boy’s front against his back. Crying aloud, needing to come, he strained tightly, his cheeks flexing, needing that fulfillment.
Justin was whimpering in his neck, thrusting harder, his dick scraping in a firmer press against Quatre’s prostate. This was heavenly–this sent Quatre off the edge, his mouth open in a loud cry as he jerked forward, coming into his panties. Justin felt the wetness on the fabric, shifting his hand to wrap both arms around Quatre’s upper chest, his thumbs flicking against his nipples, his thrusting coming harder and faster.
The milking he received from Quatre’s channel seemed to coax out his seed, and he groaned into the blond’s neck, feeling his dick pump feverishly as he spilled his seed into the latex.
For a few moments, they laid there, trying to catch their breath, both of them still connected to each other–Justin with his dick inside Quatre, and Quatre with his arm and leg hooked behind him, onto the other boy.
Chuckling against Quatre’s jaw, Justin placed kisses over the sharp bone, his fingers finding and tweaking the perk nipples.
“You need to wear that shit all the time, man,” he whispered, licking his ear. “I like you as a girl...”
To Be Continued....
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