LeoPrinted. Wicked.

Missionary.

2009-05-05T16:06:09Z

Title: Missionary
Author:egoemopunk
Pairing: Eric/Andreas also known as Candy
POV: 3rd.
Summary: The sight of Eric like this, naked and nervous, young and expecting, makes Andreas want to just bend Eric’s legs up and push in, finally feeling how it is to be inside of the young boy
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue.
Dedications: To Kat, for being my muse and ordering me to write this story xD And to Lea and Gina too <3
Word count: 5459.
Author's Note; Part Nr 011 of my promp; Prompt; Sexual Positions. Feel free to suggest a number :P

It is one of those rare quiet days, when there is not other sound than from outside the window. Except the cars passing by, the people talking down the street, though their subject don’t reach into the apartment, everything is just peaceful and calm.

Even Eric, the boy he allowed to stay with him for a small amount of time each having nowhere else to go, is sitting quiet. He is just laying there, on his stomach over the couch with his legs bended up, reading through an magazine that Andreas were pretty sure was for teenage girls. Though he didn’t comment it, or teased the boy for reading it, he just enjoyed this time of silence as reading a book he had not even touched since the boy ended up with him.

Times like this, he liked to have offered Eric somewhere to stay, it was nice to know that there were someone there that he could say something to, whenever he wanted, but it wasn’t needed, because the silence was not a pressuring one.

“Andreas?”

Wondering Andreas looked up, some seconds passing by before he got rid of the grip the book had got on him, and looked at the boy, now sitting up; legs pulled up to his chest, eyes round and nervous, the magazine still laying open next to him.

“Is something wrong?” Andreas close his book and puts it away, looking searching over the sixteen year olds features when the boy just shakes his head.

“No,” Eric states, his legs sliding down to the floor and he stands up, slowly walking closer to the man. “Just, can you help me with something? Even if… it kinda sounds a bit stupid?”

“Of course sweetie, what is it?” Andreas says nodding, his eyebrow raising when Eric is right in front of him, hesitating placing one knee next to Andreas’ thigh and leans down. He places his hands against Andreas’ chest, gently gripping lightly around the fabric of the t-shirt, before placing the other knee too next to Andreas’ thigh, straddling the older man. “Eric, what are you doing?”

“Can you help me loose my virginity?” Eric blushes and looks down, the raven black fringe covering up most of his face from the older man.

The room bathes in silence again, only now it’s pressuring. Andreas takes his time, letting the words slowly sink in, until he finally understands the meaning of them, and then he breathes out. It’s a soft breathe, wordless, but for Eric it says so much more; it tells him that the man is surprised, and somewhat relieved, though he doesn’t really get the last part.

With a gentleness Eric used to be far from used to, Andreas lays his hand over the normally pale cheek – now reddened by the blush of shame, or nervousness – and forces Eric to look up, a warm smile playing his lips, telling Eric to be relaxed.

“Why do you want something like that?” Andreas smiles, his thumb moving back and forth over the boy’s cheek, it’s a soothing motion. “You’re still so young, you should wait Princess.”

“I just want to loose it, I don’t want to be the last virgin at school.” Eric swallow hard, the grip he kept over Andreas’ shirt loosening the slightest. “And I’m old enough to legally have sex.”

Andreas is unsure of what to do next, he feels like he should lean forward and kiss the boy, feel the thin body press against his. But they haven’t kissed since that time at the party, were they met for the first time, and he have not done it before in fear that Eric will believe that he only allowed him to stay at his place in exchange for sexual pleasure. God knows he have wanted to kiss the boy so many times, seeing the blue eyes peer up on him, being the only one to see Eric just woken up, hair a mess and a sleepy expression, every day, makes him want to kiss the boy.

“Why are you asking me?” Andreas asks quiet, getting surprised over how sure his voice sounds. At that very moment he is all but sure, he has trouble coming up with if he will do as the boy asks, or if he won’t. He is not out to hurt Eric, which he know he will if taking the boy’s virginity, so he thinks for the last option. “I’m sure you’re not the only virgin in school. And excuse the cliché, but you should wait for someone you care about.”

“I’m asking you because you’ll be careful with me.” Eric hesitates for a few seconds, then he leans forward and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of Andreas’ mouth. “And if you don’t do it, I will get out and get drunk, and let some random guy fuck me.”

“I doubt ‘random guy’ will careful with you.” Andreas can hear that his voice sounds annoyed, and Eric notice it too, but none of them say anything about it. It’s not like he can help it.

“I won’t tell I’m a virgin.” Eric replays. The statement is soft, firm, and shows that he means what he says.

It worries Andreas, the boy will go out and drink until he don’t remember hi own name, and let someone take advantage of his body – he won’t even let whoever takes it know that it is his first time. He doesn’t want to hurt the boy, but he rather sees himself as Eric’s first, than to let some stranger be it. If he’s the one taking Eric’s virginity, he will at least know that it was with someone caring about the boy, someone trying to be as careful as possible.

With his hand still over the boy’s cheek, he pulls Eric closer, leaning forward slightly for their lips to press together. Surprised Eric starts to pull away, before he remember what this is for and he lean into the kiss, his lips parting immediately as feeling Andreas’ tongue over his bottom lip. His hands moves up from having been pressed against the man’s chest to his neck, wrapping them around the neck as feeling Andreas’ place one hand on his hip pulling him closer.

Their bodies seem to melt into the others, Eric feels like their bodies are supposed to match well in closeness like this. Or he is just thinking like that because he tries to convince himself that he do want to do this, with Andreas.

“Shouldn’t we go to the bed?” Eric mumble once they have pulled back for some air, his lip feels slightly flushed.

“Now?” Andreas frowns, pulling back a little more to look into the boy’s eyes. “Why such a hurry? It’s not like your virginity will disappear just like that.”

“I won’t dare to ask you again,” With a shy smile Eric let his hands slid down over the chest, slowly running them inside the man’s pants. “And if doing it another time, I’ll be more fucking nervous than I am now.”

Andreas lets out a soft sound, his eyes locking with Eric’s as the slender fingers wrap around him, stroking him to hardness. To say something about waiting doesn’t seem to fit the moment very well, and with Eric’s hand wrapped around his slowly swelling flesh, he don’t feel like waiting either. Slowly Eric starts to roll his hips, grinding down against the man as tightening his grip slightly, swallowing hard when Andreas’ both hands move to his hips.

It feels like he surrenders all too easy, he really should talk the boy out of the idea he has, making him wait a few more days, at least, and not just do it right after coming up with it. But he is looking into the boy’s azure eyes, and then it is hard to convince himself that Eric should wait.

“Okay, go to the bedroom.” Andreas sighs, smirking when Eric’s eyes widened and he pulled back his hand, a nervous smile playing over the fully lips. “I’ll get the lube and condom.”

The happy look over Eric’s features makes Andreas feel guilty. He don’t want to be the one doing this to Eric, but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to damage the boy the way he soon will. The thankful smile Eric sends him as standing up, almost makes him growl in regret, but he keeps it back and slowly stands up instead.

It annoys him, that the thing he have wanted for the last two months, is the same thing he will get tonight, and half of his brain tells him that he shouldn’t do this. Though, of course, the other half of his brain order him to ignore thoughts like that, and only go with the flow.

He brings the lube, and a condom from the bathroom and walks into the bedroom, stopping momentarily when seeing Eric sitting on the bed, the clothes spread out over the floor. The boy is completely naked, on Andreas’ bed, waiting for Andreas.

Even though the boy looks nervous and unsure by sitting naked like that, Andreas doesn’t move closer. He wants to save this moment for as long as possible, having the boy naked in his room, on the bed they soon will have sex in. The part of his brain that have told him to talk the boy out of it, agrees with the other part; he should help Eric loose his virginity.

Slowly he walks into the room, feeling how his heart started to beat faster as he ran his fingers down the pale cheek and Eric leaned close to the touch. Looking up at the man with a nervous expression he slid closer to the end of the bed, his hand sliding over the man’s stomach, down to his crotch, slowly starting to pull the pans down, revealing Andreas’ erection.

“Lay down,” Andreas whispers as Eric leans forward, being ready to take the man in his mouth. Wondering the boy looks up, closing his mouth again as sliding up over the bed and lays down, the long legs bended up and pressed together. “Tell me if you get second thoughts, don’t do this ‘cause you feel that you have to, okay?”

“Yeah. Yes, I will.” Eric attempts to smile, but it soon fades away and gets replaced with a expression in something that could be awe when Andreas starts to pull of his own clothes. “I won’t get second thoughts.”

Andreas wants to say something like “I know you won’t”, or “I just wanted to make sure”, but the words don’t reach all the way to his mouth as he moves up on the bed, placing one hand over the boy’s knee to nudge the boy’s thigh apart. Breathing hard Eric does as the man wants, spreading his legs with a blush spreading over his pale cheeks again by being exposed like this.

The sight of Eric like this, naked and nervous, young and expecting, makes Andreas want to just bend Eric’s legs up and push in, finally feeling how it is to be inside of the young boy. The thought gets him to tremble visible, and Eric looks up wondering, waiting for a explanation, though Andreas just shakes his head as leaning down. Their bodies are pressed together, naked skin rubbing against naked skin, as they are kissing again.

The kiss is soft and slow, Andreas doing his best to not get too eager, fearing that it will make the boy scared otherwise. Though Eric is just answering the kiss softly, not hurrying it or expressing any of the nervousness he surely must feel. He likes having Andreas pressed close like this, it makes him feel safe, and he can’t bring it to himself to feel scared even if he should be, a little at least. He just feels expectant.

“It will hurt, you’re aware of that, right?” Andreas asks quiet, sliding his fingers over the boy’s thigh before he sits up and reach out for the lube.

Eric just nods, watching with intense eyes on how Andreas opens the bottle and starts coating his fingers with the liquid, the scent of cherry reaching Eric and he smiles, finding it funny that the older man has cherry flavored lube.

Swallowing hard he spreads his legs a bit more, feeling one finger press against his entrance, slowly sinking in. The feel get him to let out a shaky breath and squirm his body lightly, not sure if he likes it or not. It is an unusual feeling, having someone’s finger inside of him, but it doesn’t really hurt, it’s just… new.

“Are you okay?” Andreas asks as carefully pulling the finger out and pushes it in again, Eric lets out a soft sigh as answer.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Eric tells, arch his back as feeling Andreas curling his fingers, making it feel like stars explode in front of his eyes and he close them, unable to keep back a small moan. “Damn. That was really fucking nice.”

Andreas chuckles low, repeating the motion to gain one more of those wonderful moans. He would like to continue with this, just watching Eric arch his back and moan softly, being able to watch the young teenager feel pleasure by just the use of a finger. But when Eric opens his eyes, the pupils widened so much they are always taking over the blue color and with want shining from them, he adds a second finger without even thinking about it, just wanting to stretch the boy much enough for him to push in.

A small yelp passed by the boy’s fully lips by the feel, his eyes shutting tightly together when feeling the stretch his body was subjected for. Breathing hard Andreas stopped his motion, allowing Eric to take his time to adjust to the unusual feel. The part of his brain having told him that he shouldn’t do it started to slowly to make it way to more conscience thoughts, and he started to feel regret by doing this to the young boy.

Soon enough, Eric relaxed again, letting out a long breathe as giving out a small nod, still keeping his eyes firmly shut. As gently as he could Andreas repeated the motion, curling his fingers again and watches Eric’s back arch once again. He repeats the motion over and over, biting down on his tongue when seeing Eric slid his hand down with a whimper, wrapping around his own erection.

“I guess you’re ready,” Andreas smiles, withdrawing his fingers when Eric slowly opens his eyes and reach out for the lube, coating his erection under Eric’s observing eyes.

“You’re such a genius.” Eric smiles, biting down on his bottom lip slightly when Andreas chuckling grabs around his legs, pulling them up to rest over his shoulders. “Is this one of those positions were I’ll be squished into a sandwich? ‘Cause I kinda thought we’d do it the normal way… Missionary, y’know?”

The boy’s ramble makes Andreas aware of that the boy is much more nervous than he shows off. He’s not shaking or trembling, or asking for Andreas to continually reassure him that it will be al right, he trust Andreas much enough to know that it will be alright. He is just waiting for Andreas to look at him, really look at him, and then he will feel safe.

“It’s just to make it easier for us in the beginning.” Andreas say, trying to sound as assuring as he can as moving closer to the boy, feeling his erection press against the flawless skin and lets out a soft sigh.

“But you will be down… here, later, right?” Eric does wavy motion over his chest and face, showing Andreas that he wants the man over him. “I want to kiss you when we… y’know… have sex…”

“When did you become all shy about it?” Smiling Andreas moves down his body, not much enough to make the boy feel a stretch in his thighs, only enough for him to reach down and stroke Eric over the cheek, his thumb brushing over the flushed lips. Eric smiles up at him, warm, open, and waiting, and he knows that the boy really is ready. “I will kiss you, later. Can you try and just…”

“Stop talking?” Eric suggests.

“Relax.” Andreas chuckles when Eric’s mouth shape to an ‘o’ by understanding. “Try and relax sweetie.”

Eric nods and try to do as the man says, though when seeing the man move one hand down to his own erection, feeling him move it into position, he does everything but relax. His whole body tenses up and for the first time he is actually scared. Now it is for real, he will loose his virginity with the man he is living with.

Continued Here

Continued - Missionary.

2009-05-05T16:03:18Z

Inhaling shaky he shuts his eyes close, gripping on to the sheets as he feels Andreas push into him. Every inch feels like fire as the man stretches him open. The thickness of Andreas moving deep inside of him forces tears to appear, slowly falling down his cheeks as he press his head back with and arch of his back, forcing himself no to scream out the pain.

He can hear how the Andreas breathes forced, a small moan having passed by him as pushing into the warmth of Eric, and he don’t want Andreas to see him crying, he don’t want to make the man regret what he have done because the tears sliding down his cheeks.

The man have been so nice to him, offering him a place to stay when he had nowhere to go, making sure Eric doesn’t feel like a stranger in another stranger’s home, and now helping Eric loose his virginity. After everything Andreas had done to him, he doesn’t want Andreas to have guilt when just helping him with what he want to have done.

Though now, he regrets having asked Andreas to take his virginity, his other plan would have been much better; get drunk and find some man wanting to fuck a teenager. There was many of them, Eric had have a hard time avoiding them before he found Andreas; then it seemed as if all men just disappeared – or it could be because he just never went out as much, without Andreas coming with.

“Sweetie, I told you it’d hurt.” Andreas whispers, leaning down to kiss the away the tears from the pale cheeks, hearing Eric wince by the movement. “Do you want me to stop?”

Eric opens his mouth to say something, but close it soon again and moves his hands to Andreas’ hips, just wanting to feel Andreas’ body under his touch. He really thinks through the question, wondering for himself if it is for the best to quit and if the pain will disappear quickly as he is no longer filled with Andreas.

“No,” He finally whispers, the thought of being Andreas filling him, having set something off in him. It’s Andreas that is over and in him, the man he have had small feelings for every since the first meeting. Now the feelings are flaming up more than ever, and a happiness is spreading through his whole body, almost making the pain fade away. “Continue, please? It… They say it stops hurting after a while. Or at least the next time…”

“You’ll like it sooner or later, just try and relax now.” Andreas whispers, pressing his lips over the tear stained cheek before moving them down to the fully lips and kissed Eric softly. “I’m sorry for hurting you Princess.”

Eric wants to tell Andreas that it is okay, but the warm lips against his and the soft tongue exploring his mouth, makes him keep quiet and just kiss the man back. As Andreas starts to move Eric gasp surprised and shuts his eyes hard together, trying to focus on just kissing Andreas, and not the burning pain in his lower body.

Soon he can’t ignore the pain anymore, and he turns his face away from Andreas, breaking the kiss, as biting his teeth hard together, having been afraid that he would bite down on the man’s tongue otherwise. Salty tears is falling down his cheeks again, without him being able to stop them, by Andreas thrusting in and out of him.

Letting out a low growl, Andreas kept himself up on one hand, letting the other slid down over the shaking body, massaging the skin gently to try and get Eric to relax. He can feel how tense the boy is, only making the pain more visible for him, but it seem impossible for the young teen to just relax.

Gently he moves his lip and tongue over the pale neck, continue to stroke over the skin to make the boy less tense as shifting his body slightly for the next thrust. A low sound escapes Eric, and Andreas feel how the body under him relaxes as the boy arch his back to the man’s. He repeats the motion again, keeping the same angle, and feels how Eric arch up against him, this time even letting out a soft moan.

“Better now?” Andreas murmurs, pressing his lips against Eric’s jaw. He can feel the boy nod, but he doesn’t say anything, just moaning again as Andreas thrust into him again.

Eric turns his head again, towards Andreas this time, and feels the thin lips connect with his, turning into a deep kiss immediately. To Eric’s realization, they didn’t kiss as two friends just helping out, the kiss seemed much more intimate than that, they kissed as people caring more about each other than just friends.

Smiling he wrapped his arms around Andreas’ neck, trying to push his hips up enough to meet with Andreas’ and gasps by the feeling of Andreas deep in him like this. This feels much better than he imagined it to feel, and he is happy that he did ask Andreas for help, instead of letting some random man do this to him. No one would have been as gentle with him as Andreas is, no one else would whisper to him how beautiful he is right now, without it sounds too cheesy or just as something a fuck would say. Andreas means it, he can hear it on the low growls they are said in, the voice sounds so honest about it.

He really starts to enjoy this, having Andreas thrusting in and out and hitting that sweet spot inside of him is amazing. Even if it hurts, it still feels good, and to hear the pleasured sounds coming from Andreas, because of Eric, makes it completely worth it.

Andreas quickens up the pace slightly, and Eric thinks that he shouldn’t like it this much, but he really do, and he is soon moaning repeatedly, hardly even stopping to catch his breath. His attempt to meet Andreas’ thrusts is pretty much fail, but it makes him feel as if he is helping at least a little.

Even if liking to meet up with Andreas’ thrusts, he would most of all have wanted to lay still. Just laying there and receive the pleasure Andreas’ brings him. His mind starts to get all foggy, the only thing present for him being the thrusts bringing him satisfaction, and he lets his head loll back. He ca feel how Andreas’ raise himself up on his arms, and Eric is pretty sure the man is looking intense at him, but it doesn’t bother him especially much, which surprise him.

The boy’s breathing quickens up, his hands moving down to the man’s hips and digs his nails into the skin as feeling himself getting close. It’s too early to come, he wants this to last longer, he wants to have Andreas inside of him and pleasure him for a much longer time.

“Eric, look at me.” Andreas breathes out, running his fingers over the warm cheek as thrusting in again, biting his teeth together when Eric moans loudly. “I want to see you.”

Eric opens his mouth to say, “I can’t”, just to figure that he can’t even form a coherent sentence. Instead he just shakes his head, his lips brushing over Andreas’ fingers and he moans again. Smirking Andreas leans down, licking around the boy’s lips and feels how Eric tries to lean up, wincing as his lips are mouthing in the air, waiting for Andreas to kiss him again.

“Open your eyes Princess, let me see you come.” Andreas murmured, his palm sliding down Eric’s chest, sliding it over the stomach until reaching the boy’s erection, a low whimper escaping the six teen year old and he bucked his hips up. “Or else I might just stop…”

Whimpering low Eric tried to open his eyes, but it felt as if something was holding back, forcing him from keeping them open longer than half a second. Feeling his orgasm building up, feeling Andreas stroke him while thrusting into him, made it all so much harder to keep his eyes open. When Andreas tightens the light grip around him, he finally manage with opening his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip when seeing Andreas over him.

The man’s body is laced with sweat, he guesses that his is too, it’s looking to be shining slightly in the softly lit room, and Eric tells himself that it shouldn’t be hot, except, it kind of is. But it’s not the sweat that makes his heart race the way it does, it’s the look in Andreas’ eyes, they are almost flaming, an animalistic shine deep there among the blue color, and he looks so caring still. Andreas cares about Eric, he wants the boy to be good, to feel good, and the thought of that – the sudden knowledge – makes Eric’s head get all blur.

His eyes are still locked on the man’s as he comes, a low cry coming past his lips by the different feel of the orgasm, and by the way Andreas’ eyes lit up, getting a dark burning shine in them.

To watch Eric come, the blue eyes open wide to force himself not to close them, and with a raw shine in the blue eyes, throws Andreas off completely, and he stops mid thrust. Eric lays under him, the thin body shaking slightly be the sensation he is feeling and with the mouth open to let the soft cry spill out, is more than a beautiful sight, it is mind blowing.

He did right in telling Eric to keep his eyes open, even if it just was a spur out of the moment, because to see into the blue eyes as Eric orgasms, makes him feel weak in the whole body. The blue eyes shouldn’t be able to flame up like that, they shouldn’t be shining by such want and excitement when it is in the very moment of orgasming. Only, Andreas is glad they do look like that, it fills him with a warmth and he leans down to kiss Eric, starting with the thrusts again.

This time the thrusts are more raw, being able to keep himself back, but Eric is just letting out soft moans, feeling to be unallowed to catch his breathe by having Andreas quicken up his breath again. Andreas groans deep into the boy’s mouth, bucking deep inside of the young boy and stays like that, feeling the orgasm spread through every part of his body.

Eric moves his fingers up to his neck, playing gently with the hair, as they both tries to regain their breath, them kissing deep and sloppy not helping the breathing on especially much. When realizing the lack of oxygen, Andreas pulls out of Eric, trying to not pay too much attention to the whimper the boy lets out, and rolls off him.

When feeling to have caught enough of his breath, Andreas pulls of the condom, leaning over the bed he throws the piece of latex in the trash can and grabs a piece of napkins to wipe his stomach clean, doing the same with the boy, though Eric seem to be too far gone in a complete other world. Claiming himself to have done good, he throws the napkins away, hoping that they land in the trash can, and sinks down to the bed again, exhausted out of his mind.

“Does me saying ‘thanks for helping out’ sounds too impersonal?” Eric breathes, out, staring up at the roof as every part of what happened goes through his mind. Though his brain strangely enough lefts out the painful parts.

“I actually think it does, Princess.” Andreas looks over at Eric, smirking when seeing the boy’s distant expression. “How about ‘that was really fucking awesome’?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll go with that one.” Eric smiles to himself, slowly being brought down to reality and tilts his head to the side, meeting the man’s smirking face. Giggling he turns to the side, the soft laugh stopping sudden when feeling the pain shoot through him. “Though thanks, anyway.”

“My pleasure,” Andreas stops, thinking through the words before smirking. “Literally.”

“Your jerk!” Eric giggles, hitting the man over his arm, letting out a amused squeal when Andreas chuckling pulls him into an embrace, keeping the thin body close to his own, much stronger, body until Eric stills down and he relax the grip a little. To he still has the boy close to him. “I really liked this, I’m glad you were my first… Even though, y’know, we’re not dating.”

“I’m glad I was your first too, Princess,” Smirking Andreas slides his fingers through the boy’s raven black hair, pressing a light kiss against the fully lips. “You look stunning coming.”

“Fuck you,” Blushing Eric buries his face against Andreas’ chest, trying to keep the smile away from his lips, but it’s not working very well.

Carefully he slides his arm around Andreas’ waist, running his nails up and down over the man’s back. He hears Andreas let out an approving murmur, and he smiles again, continue to move his nails softly over the back. He knows that they are not a couple, and probably never will be – the age difference is too big – but he likes lying like this, it makes him feel safe. Andreas makes him feel safe.

“Andy?” He asks quiet, his voice sounding slightly muffled by being pressed against the man’s chest. Though the man hears him, humming a soft response to that he has heard Eric. “Can you help me get good… at sex?”

Andreas stays quiet for a long while, his fingers continuing to slid through the boy’s and makes the boy nervous. Maybe it was a really bad question, Andreas probably wouldn’t want to waste time on helping Eric out, other than this time then. Ashamed Eric shut his eyes tight together, why on earth would Andreas want to help him out, inexperienced Eric, when he could get out and find someone actually knowing what to do.

“Well, Princess, you have to be ready on that it can take a very long time to get good.” Smirking Andreas tilted Eric’s head up when Eric did an attempt to move away, pressing his lips gently against the boy’s and smirked by the sound of surprise and disappointment Eric let out. “It can take up to years, which means, you have to stand me for years… I’m not sure you’d manage that…”

Squealing Eric wrapped his arms around Andreas, moving so he was on top of the man and hugged him tightly, ignoring the burning pain in his lower body as a ridiculous wide smile spread over his lips.

“I’ll totally manage that.” Eric grinned, nuzzling his face against Andreas’ neck as the man chuckled. “I think I need a lot of training… like twice every day…”

Andreas just smiled and brought the boy’s lips up to his again, kissing the young teenager softly. He was glad he had decided to help Eric out, even if he knew he wouldn’t get this feel of guilt to disappear in a while for hurting the sixteen year old. Though to know that he had made Eric find pleasure in it too, made it feel a bit better.

And when really thinking about it, he knew that he had already made up his mind when Eric first asked the question, he had just needed to at least try and talk the boy out of it. Having Eric over him like this, smiling happily by what Andreas just had said, and to feel the thin warm body pressed against his, he could really only think on one thing.

This was too nice to regret.

Drabble.

2009-04-20T16:24:30Z

short little drabble, choose pairing on your own ^^ but you can surely guess who i had in mind ;)

I keep my fingers tangled in his hair, controlling him, knowing full well that I’m paining him and that he hates this.

Still I continuously do this, because it gives me control over him.

Control is a drug for me, my highest bliss. Especially when it comes to this boy, on his knees, in front of me. He is independent every other time, but with me he is nothing else than my slave, controlled by me and only me.

I love him, my perfect little doll, and I love ruining him.

He is the compliment of my addiction to control.

I Love You, Is That Okay?

2009-04-19T19:20:37Z

Title: I Love You, Is That Okay?
Author: egoemopunk
Pairing: Cat/Andreas also known as Candy. (Catlasher, for those who prefer that name.)
POV: 3rd.
Summary: The way Cat looks on his older boyfriend is so filled with warmth, as if he actually likes that Andreas is the first thing he sees in the morning, the first he have seen for the last two years when waking up.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue. Title is from the song These Words by Natasha Bedingfield.
Dedications: To Kat, for being my muse and ordering me to write this story xD And to Lea and Gina too <3
Word count: 1178.

When Andreas wakes up the first thing he hear is Cat’s calm breath, in and out, a light snoring being heard as he turn his head to the side. It is a sound he is more than used to, and never really get sick of hearing, even though it is so common.

Cat is softly asleep, and when Andreas tilts his head to the side, seeing Cat laying there, closed eyes, relaxed features, and his lips parted, he thinks as so many other times, that this is the most beautiful sight ever.

Sure, the young boy look stunning all fixed up, hair perfectly styled and the make-up put on flawlessly, but this is how Andreas prefers him. With the hair a mess over the pillow and covering the face slightly, reminding of a black halo, and looking so young, innocent and everything in the book that could describe someone like Cat Casino, when he is just Eric, Andreas’ Eric, he looks beautiful.

The way Cat is laying now, is a sight for Andreas’ eyes only, no one else are allowed to see Cat like that – even though he knows Björn probably have been seeing it too throughout their many sleepovers, but that is different. He loves that fact, that this is a sight for him, in the special way they have it.

Love. He taste on the word, a simple word he have used so many times, to the fans when on stage, to his bandmates after a good show, to describe something he really like. It don’t taste any special, but it fills him with a warmth he cannot describe when he thinks on it as looking at Cat, the young boy that is, in fact, his boyfriend.

Carefully he reach out for the boy, stroking down the pale cheek and smiles when Cat tilts his head towards the touch, a small musing passing by his fully lips as he slowly open his eyes, smiling tiredly up at Andreas.

The way Cat looks on his older boyfriend is so filled with warmth, as if he actually likes that Andreas is the first thing he sees in the morning, the first he have seen for the last two years when waking up. And even if Cat is still half sleeping, his lids falling down repeatedly, Andreas knows that he want to wake up completely, so he can lay closer to the man, feel their body pressed together.

Andreas can read Cat as an open book, one more fact that he loves, if he just looks into those eyes, so filled with warmth.

Gently he pulls Cat’s head closer, his lips brushing over the boy’s before he actually kiss him, pressing Cat’s body closer to his when feeling a thin arm sneak around his waist. He knows exactly what Cat will do next, after Andreas pulls back, Cat will wince, wanting to feel the man’s lips against his again, and press their bodies tighter together – just likes he always does, their morning routines.

Once again the word love passes by his mind, and he finds himself thinking, is this love?

When he finally pulls back, Cat’s lips are swollen and flushed bright red, and the blue eyes are sparkling, and with this word – love – echoing in his mind, he realize that there is more in the boy’s eyes than happiness and warmth, there is love shining out from them.

Smiling he kiss Cat’s forehead, stroking down over the pale, soft cheek, feeling the boy’s deep breathes against his throat as he lets Andreas’ lips wander over his face, smiling slightly when the lips press against the corner of his mouth.

“I love you,” Andreas whisper, and it’s said. It felt much easier to say than he thought, there was none of the nervousness Emil had talked about when he said it to his wife for the first time, it is just a confession for Andreas. And it is true, nothing that would get him in trouble. Three simple words.

Cat don’t even thinks about replaying, at first, he don’t reflect over the words spoken, he just tilts his head to the side, lips already parted, to kiss Andreas again. First when he feels Andreas’ lips against his, pressing against his lower lip, and feel the smile the lips are twitched up in, he thinks over the words, and he sits up.

Surprised he looks at the man, his heart beating faster than it’s allowed to do, as he just stares at Andreas, hearing those same words repeat in his mind over and over. Andreas is just smiling back, looking tired and happy, and Cat knows that he heard right, because he can see the lover in Andreas’ eyes, he can practically sense it – he just can’t believe it.

“You do?” He whisper, already regretting the choice of word as Andreas chuckles deep. “Really?”

“You call me liar?” Andreas tease, leaning up on his elbow to come in eyelevel with the much younger boy.

“You love me,” Wondering Cat blinks, looking long on the man, and he thinks that it is too early in the morning for declarations of love, his mind is not working as it should. “Dude…”

As Andreas laugh, low, deep, amused, he snaps back to reality, the daze he was disappearing into fades away, and this is reality. Andreas just said that he loved him, and he is not forcing Cat to say anything back, it’s just as if he wants Cat to know it, that he have the man’s love – either he wants it or not.

His lips turn into a subdued smile, then he laughs, his eyes glittering as he close to tackles Andreas, his arms wrapping tightly around the man as they fall down to the floor, Andreas letting out a pained sound, but he don’t move away, he keeps a light grip around Cat’s hip, watching the young boy lean down to him.

“You love me,” He repeat, stating the fact in case Andreas have not understood it yet, then he laughs again. “I can’t believe you said it.”

“Yeah, me either.” Andreas smiles, sitting up as looking into Cat’s eyes.

Now when it’s said, he feels like he should regret it, but he don’t. It was said out random, without even a second thought, and it feels good, it feels just right to have it said, to Cat. The boy looks so happy, with a proud smug look over his face too, as he leans down a bit more, his lips pressing loosely against the singers.

“I love you too,” Cat whisper, smiling as wrapping his arms around the man and lets out a soft giggle. “You said it first!”

Andreas just smiled as attaching his lips with Cat’s again, feeling the young boy melt by his touch.

Yeah he had said it, for the first time to a lover and really meant it, and even though not planning it at all, it had still been the perfect time to say it.

And he would say it again, many times over.

Our Next Sin Is Contemplated (s/a)

2009-03-22T19:14:08Z

Title: Our Next Sin Is Contemplated
Author: egoemopunk
Pairing: Eric/Andreas also known as Candy. (Catlasher, for those who prefer that name.)
POV: 3rd. Eric centric.
Summary: Andreas is a rockstar, getting anyone he wants anytime he wants, Eric is the nervous fan, wanting nothing more than to talk to his idol.
How someone could lay like this, moaning and bucking, and still regain that innocent shine was above Andreas knowledge, but he was not about to complain; looking at Eric like this was as if he had entered one of his fantasies.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue. Title is from the song Innocent made by Fuel.
Dedications: To Kat, for loving this story and for being my muse.
Word count: 6091.

Eric let his eyes wander around the room he was in, trying to understand what the hell was really going on.

Of course he had heard about all the backstage stories, he had read "Dirt" more than once and knew how some girls could act, but he had always believed that things like that happened before, he had assumed that girls was much smarter now. Though it only took one look around himself, around the room and on the girls and drunk rockstars, and he knew that the girls were just as stupid as before, and the rockstars may be ever bigger idiots than ever.

There was only five boys else than him there, two of them looking even girlier than Eric and he believed that the guards having invited them in believed for them to be girls. A small smile played over his lips when he imagined the shock the band would get when coming up on them just to discover that they were boys.

With a sigh Eric lifted the beer bottle he had snapped from somewhere up to his lips again, slowly drinking as trying to come up with how he would approach on the band guys without them throwing him out, he wanted just what every other fan wanted, to meet and talk with the guys he looked up too; he did not want to look at them bending girls over and fuck them.

If this was how rockstars were supposed Eric really did not want to make his band big, he did not want this cliché, he just wanted to do it for touring and play in front thousands of people that were there to listen to their music. To play just for getting laid or to get free alcohol was not his idea of the plan with getting famous, sure free booze could be good but still, it were just so pathetic in his eyes.

Once again Eric lifted the bottle to his lips, drinking deeply from it before letting his eyes wander around the room again, this time they landed on the singer; a tall man with shoulder long black hair and the most amazing voice Eric ever had heard. A small blush crept over his cheeks as looking on the man, even when being on stage or just on pictures in magazines he had blushed as soon as seeing the singer; he believed himself to have a fangirl crush - or at least fangirl crush were the word his best friend had used.

The singer were sitting leaned back in a couch, looking with a smirk on the girl squirming her body in front of him, the smirk looked to be more amused than turned on, in Eric's opinion. And in different to his band mates the singer had not yet bent her over, he were just looking at her with that amused smirk while she did some weird dancing style, until she leaned down against him, saying something into his ear.

Without helping it Eric pouted at the sight, he had seen that happen twice tonight already; the girls leaned down and whispered something, the guys would give them a look and lead them out of the room, it just felt weird for him to see the singer do the same. But instead of taking the girls hand and leave the room the singer just shook his head, his smirk growing as standing up and did a salute to the girl that shocked stared after him.

Eric had to lay one hand over his mouth not to show his wide smile, and he thanked for that the music was loud enough so that no one would hear his giggle. The girl had been looking so sure over that she would get inside the man's pants, and then she had just like that been dumped, with a smirk and a salute as goodbye.

"Don't you know that it's bad to be malicious?" A voice said close to Eric's ear, getting him to jump high and turn around, staring shocked on the person behind him.

Not him. Not the singer, not fucking Andreas. But to his shame it was, a pair of blue amused eyes were focusing on Eric and just Eric.

"Heh... yes?" Eric mumbled, trying to force himself from looking away from the singer's blue eyes.

The singer just chuckled low and moved around the couch, sitting down next to Eric and picked up a new beer. Eric could feel his cheeks turning hot, the singer was sitting so close to him and Eric had not even needed to walk up and force his company on him.

"I understand you though," Andreas continued as placing one cigarette between his lips and lighted it up, offering another to Eric that shaky accepted it. "To see all these bitches hang over guys and try to get them to fuck them right then and there, it's a fucking tragedy."

"You don't like it?" Eric asked carefully, trying to lit up his cigarette as gracefully as the singer had, glaring irritated when realizing that he were out on gas.

"Does it look like it?" The singer questioned amused, leaning closer to Eric so the boy could feel the scent of him, and lighted up the cigarette for the boy, a smirk playing over his lips as moving them up to the boy's ear. "Besides, girls are not quite my thing."

The comment got Eric to drop the cigarette, and with flaming cheeks he quickly picked it up again before it got time to leave a burn mark as Andreas chuckled low. Shyly Eric turned away his head as taking a deep breath of his cigarette, shaking unsure when feeling how the man slid his arm around his thin shoulders.

This was one of those things he had dreamt of, having Andreas Bergh talking to him and with the strong arm wrapped around his shoulder, the warm breath tickling his ear. Still Eric was terrified, wondering if the man expects for him to act like the girls and without any shame go down to his knees.

"I need to get something to drink." Eric mumbled, quickly standing up and nearly fled the couch.

A gut feeling told him that the singer was looking long after him, the blue eyes burning over his back as he with a blush growing more and more walked up to the table meant to be a bar. Smiling nervously Eric started to pour up a glass of vodka and soda, frowning up completely when feeling a hand placed on his lower back, feeling that mesmerizing scent from the singer once again.

"Am I intimidating you?" Andreas asked low, his lips brushing against the boy's ear again.

"No." Eric lied, trying to turn around to leave, just to find himself pressed against the broad body as turning around, his cheeks turning red once more as hastily drinking from his vodka glass, doing a grimace when discovering that there was too little soda. "I just... needed to get some vodka instead of beer."

Andreas looked long on him, the blue eyes looking searching into Eric's eyes before moving down over the slim body, taking in the thin hips and long legs. A small smirk were soon playing over his lips, too small for Eric to notice more than a small shifting in the man's face that made him shift weight between his feet unsure.

Why are things never like you dreamt them to be? Eric thought frustrated, biting on to his bottom lip when the man gently placed a hand over his thin hip; it felt like his hip were almost disappearing in the large hand.

Of course he had dreamt about a moment like this before, but then he had imagined it to be different, he had imagined that he would be more confident, that he would joke with the man and flirt a little subtle. There was nothing subtle with the man's touch or the look in his eyes, it were obvious for the boy just exactly what Andreas wanted to do with him.

"Come." The man smirked, his grip around Eric's hip tightening as leading the boy through the room, not even waiting for Eric's replay or what if he even agreed on it at all.

In the corner of his eye Eric could see how some of the girls were looking irritated on him, some even look jealous, and looks like that scared him. It were like everybody in the room knew what would happen as Andreas lead him out through the door, everything was already decided and there were nothing he could do about that.

Swallowing hard he bit down on his bottom lip as the singer lead him into a empty room, closing the door behind them and locking it so they wouldn't get interrupted. As feeling the singer's hand low on his hip, the lips brushing against his ear once again, Eric winced quietly and turned his head away from Andreas, not wanting to look at him before he had made up his mind of what to do.

He knew very well that if he didn't wanted to do anything with Andreas he did not have to do it. Though the thing were that he yet not had decided if he wanted to do something with the man or not.

"Why so scared?" The man murmured, tilting up the teenager's face and gently catch up the fully lips with his own.

Forcing back a gasp Eric parted his lips, feeling the man’s soft tongue slid into his mouth. It were a gentle kiss, the warm tongue were moving so careful against his that Eric felt himself relax, at the same time he were feeling hesitating and unsure by the rough grip around his hip.

The man's mind were settled on that he would get sex, that he would get it from Eric, and though Eric wanted it like nothing else there were a part of him restraining from it just because of the confident Andreas were showing out. It felt like even if Eric would have said no the man would not have cared, because Andreas knows that even if Eric would have kept repeating no over and over he won't stop the man from doing what he want.

Eric's mind wants the same as his body, it just have problem cooperating when Andreas smirks at him, when Andreas touch him, when Andreas kiss him...

For a brief moment the world is spinning for Eric and he believe that the alcohol has kicked in with sudden force. Though when Andreas pulls back and he opens his eyes it's not the brown door he sees behind Andreas; it's the ceiling. Seconds later he realize that he is no longer standing up, but he is laying on a bed, the soft mattress tickling against the skin that's glimpsing between the jeans and tight shirt.

Scared Eric looks up on the man, feeling his body tensing up as he without really wanting it raised his arms to allow the singer to pull off his shirt. His heart was beating like crazy when Andreas stroked him over his exposed skin, looking into his eyes his fingers brushed over his zipper.

“Sweetie, are you a virgin?” Andreas asked, his voice suddenly sounding so soft, matching the smile and look in his eyes.

“No.” Eric whispered, shaking his head violently. Hesitatingly he moved his hands over Andreas’ body, keeping them low on the man’s hip. “Far from.”

“Then why are you shaking like one?” Chuckling Andreas sat up on his knees, making Eric’s hands fall down against the mattress again. Being sure that the young boy was looking at him he started to unbuckle his jeans, smirking by the blush spreading over Eric’s cheeks when he pushed down the material and his erection was exposed for the teenager. “What’s your name sweetie?”

“Eric.” The boy smiled, suddenly seeming relaxed. “I’m just… I’ve never slept with… a rockstar…”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here to fix it, isn’t it, Eric?” Andreas smirked again as pulling off his shirt, restraining to tease Eric for the rockstar comment.

Shyly the boy nodded, moving up to sitting position and pressed a kiss against the man’s chest, letting his lips slowly tease over the pale skin, his tongue flickering out over one of the nipples when Andreas’ fingers tangled into his hair.

To tell the man his name had been calming for him, though due to his young age he was not unused to one-night-stands and he didn’t see any problems with it. But to not tell his name to the one he would sleep with had made him scared without his realization, though now the singer knew his name and he did for some reason feel much safer.

Though he was still shaking a little when moving his hand down the strong stomach, letting his fingers wrap around the man’s erection as looking up with round eyes on Andreas when a low sigh of pleasure passed by him. Meeting Eric’s eyes got Andreas to growl deep and he roughly pressed Eric down against the bed, using his tongue to pry the boy’s mouth open before Eric even got time to think about it.

“Do you have to look so damn innocent?” Andreas growled, roughly tugging on Eric’s jeans. “It makes you look so fucking young.”

“I am young.” Eric whispered, helping the singer with to get the jeans undone and pushed them slowly down over his hips, looking up with round eyes shinning of innocence before he remembered himself and looked down again.

Andreas growled again as standing up to pull the jeans off along with the boxer, letting his own jeans too fall completely against the floor so he stood naked in front of the young boy. Slowly Eric sat up and slid closer to the man, his tongue darting out to lick over Andreas’ erection, a deep breath escaping him before taking the head in his mouth, gently starting to suck on it as trying to push away thoughts as “oh god I have Andreas Bergh’s cock in my mouth”.

As Andreas bucked his hips forward, forcing Eric to take the whole length, the boy realized exactly what he was doing, or more exactly with who he was doing it, and he blushed deeply, glancing up to see if the singer was bored at him yet.

This was a rockstar, a man that had to get laid anytime, anywhere and with anyone he wanted, probably choosing the most experienced guys too, the ones having no shame at all as long as it came to getting fucked by a rockstar, doing whatever the man wanted no matter how awful or kinky it was. And now he had chose Eric, a teenage boy that had only done the three most average positions; missionary, riding, doggy-style.

Though he guessed he was doing al right at least, the man had a firm grip around Eric’s dark strands, keeping his head slightly leaned back as hushed moan rolled over his lips, the sounds urging Eric on to show that he was good on this and he relaxed his jaw, taking Andreas as deep as he could. A small wince escaped him when his gag reflex kicked in, the vibration getting Andreas to thrust into his mouth as moaning again.

“Fuck, not yet.” Andreas grunted, tugging away Eric’s head with a bewildered look in his eyes. “Get on all four.”

For a brief while Eric looked unsure up on the man, licking around his lips to feel more of the taste of Andreas, then he slowly scooped higher up and turned around to be on all four, his heart starting to beat in a quicker pace again when the bed shifted slightly under him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Andreas said gently, placing one hand over Eric’s hip to keep him steady, letting his other hands stroke down over the soft curve of the boy’s bottom.

“P-prepare me?” Eric asked thickly, feeling the beginning of tears flood his eyes be the shame he felt. He was sure that none of the ones Andreas Bergh normally would fuck had ever asked for preparation, or had even needed it.

A low growl escaped Andreas and he tightened his grip around Eric’s hip, mumbling something sounding a lot like ‘innocent’ as running his fingers up to Eric’s entrance, his breath changing when the young boy let out a soft whimper.

“Are you this innocent-like for real, or are you just acting?” Andreas breathed out as pushing one finger inside of Eric, closing his eyes when Eric’s back arched and he winced softly, the sound alone doing so much for him.

“T-this is m-me. How I am.” Eric mumbled, groaning when feeling Andreas’ finger disappear deep in him. “S-sorry.”

“Are you kidding?” Andreas laughed raw, carefully starting to move his finger back and forth. “Have you read my lyrics? I always write about innocence. This is how I want you.”

Eric tried to not smile by the last sentence, but it was hard and each Andreas couldn’t see his face he allowed a thin smile to spread over his lips, soon biting down to his bottom lip as pushing back his hips when Andreas crocked his fingers, brushing against that sweet spot inside of him.

Smirking Andreas pushed his finger in a bit harder, watching with delight how Eric squirmed slightly as a letting out a quiet moan. He repeated the motion a few times, getting the same reaction from the boy only a bit louder until claiming Eric to be enough relaxed and added a second finger, feeling to just ram into the boy by the shaky sound Eric let out.

The sight of Eric arching and push back, the soft cries when he would be in pain and the quiet moans when the man’s fingers found right, had Andreas shaking by kept back patience. He loved the innocence, fascinated by it, and Eric was the most innocent of all his fans that he had brought back to a private room.

The shine of innocence in the young boy’s eyes had made Andreas get his hopes up just a little, when speaking to Eric he had actually started to believe that the innocence in the eyes was real. And now he definitely knew that Eric was innocence personified, not a virgin, but Andreas didn’t want that, to take someone’s virginity just because they for sure would be innocent had never been a turn on for him. Eric had have sex before, yet the innocent was still obvious in his eyes, and it made Andreas fight to be able to restrain himself from hurrying up.

Murmuring Andreas leaned down and brushed his lips over the boy’s pale back, gently nibbling on the shoulder when Eric let his head hang down, his moaning coming more rapidly and wasn’t equal as interrupted by the pained sounds anymore. Slowly Andreas trailed his lips down over the warm skin, continue to move his fingers in and out to feel the boy writhe under him.

A small frown spread through Eric’s body when feeling Andreas’ lips against his bottom, though he shrugged it off as nothing, just wanted to concentrate on how good the fingers felt in him and that it was fucking Andreas Bergh that made it feel so good. All of sudden he felt Andreas’ spread his ass cheeks, something wet and warm moving over his hole.

“No!” Eric cried shocked, bucking forward to get out of the man’s grip and turned around, staring with round scared on the singer. “What… you… no.”

“Riming, Eric.” Andreas looked searching over the young boy. “Have you never done that before?”

“Riming?” Eric repeated, looking terrified on the man. “Does that… thing have a name? People actually do that?”

“How old are you, really?” Andreas couldn’t keep himself from laughing as leaning down, stroking the kid over his flushed cheek; not mentioning that the reaction had made his erection twitch almost painfully.

“Sixteen,” Eric answered sincere, feeling to bite his tongue off when realizing what he had said.

“Six… what?” Surprised Andreas stared down on the teenage boy, feeling his stomach tighten when the boy’s words started to sink. Shocked he sat up on his knees, shaking his head violently as to make the words disappear. “Sixteen? You’re… this is illegal!”

“No one needs to know.” Scared Eric sat up, laying one hand over Andreas’ stomach as looking up on the man with round eyes filled with plea. “Please, you can’t just not continue this now! It’s impolite to not finish what you started!”

“I could go to jail for doing something with you.” Andreas growled, cupping the boy’s cheeks in his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“But I won’t tell anyone, promise.” Eric whispered, pressing his face close to Andreas’ stomach when feeling the tears starting to burn his lids. So close, he had been so close to have the man he so often had have fantasies about and then he had made the mistake to tell his age. “I don’t want you in jail… I love your music too much to ever tell anyone about… this…”

Continued Here

Our Sins Are Contemplated - Continued

2009-03-22T19:12:13Z

In frustration Andreas closed his eyes as running his fingers further into the hairspray thick hair, trying to come up with what to do. Either he quit it now, and all the playing, preparing and teasing had been in vain, he would never get to know if the images he had got due to the thought of being inside of Eric while looking into the innocent blue eyes were as great as he were hoping. Or he could trust the boy on that he never would tell, he could try to forget that it was illegal to have the boy moaning and writhing under him and just and do what he had wanted to do ever since his eyes landed on Eric for the first time in the crowded room.

Taking a deep breath he tilted Eric’s head up, leaning down to kiss the young teenage boy softly, choosing the last option. With a murmur Eric answered the kiss, his neck and back straining by having to sit so tensed up to manage with reaching up to the man’s face. Carefully Andreas pressed him back down against the bed, his hand moving down over the thin body as Eric moaned soft, arching his back up to the touch, and Eric couldn’t be happier over that Andreas is touching him again.

Silently Andreas stated that he had made the right decision as breaking the kiss and looked down on the boy’s soft features, letting his fingers slid into the warmth of Eric once again. The boy’s eyes were softly closed, one hand tangled in his own hair and the other gripping lightly over Andreas’ upper arm as he raised his hips slightly to meet the man’s fingers; an close to orgasmic sight for the older singer.

How someone could lay like this, moaning and bucking, and still regain that innocent shine was above Andreas knowledge, but he was not about to complain; looking at Eric like this was as if he had entered one of his fantasies.

“Fuck, please,” Eric mumbled, opening his eyes with a drowsy look. “I’m… prepared enough now… I think.”

“Finally”, Andreas thought ecstatic and not so little frustrated as withdrawing his fingers, taking a firm grip around the thin hips to pull Eric lower down, wincing Eric bucks his hips up when feeling Andreas’ cock line up right against him.

Slowly Andreas moved the boy’s hips closer, moaning when his erection slides into Eric’s warmth and the young boy let out a long cry, grasping desperately over Andreas’ arms by the pain being brought to him. Sweat drops are visual over Eric’s forehead as he keeps his eyes clenched together, trying to get over the pain when Andreas bucks in the last bit, his grip around the fragile hips being so firm that Eric is sure over that he will get bruises.

The thought excites him, the bruises will linger there for a long time, Eric’s bruises have a tendency to always decorate his body as long as possible and it will be a reminder for what he have done with Andreas Bergh. His whole body feels completely limb, it’s the first time he have done it without the lube, and it’s hurting so much that if it would not have been for that it was Andreas that was in him, he would have wanted it to end already.

The blue eyes are laced with tears as Eric looks up, a warmth spreading inside of him as he looks at Andreas, the singer has his head slightly bent as breathing hard; it seems as he is trying his best to keep still, at least until he can feel that Eric have relaxed, or gives a sign that he’s ready. He doesn’t look at the boy, figures that keeping his eyes on the innocent personified will make it unable for him to hold back, and Eric thinks that this must be the sexiest sight ever. Andreas would so make a fortune in the porn industry.

Shaky he moves his hand higher up over the strong arms, one hand wrapping around the man’s neck as he leans up and kiss the singer softly and Andreas answers it. Eric is the one to start the kiss, his way of telling the siner that he is ready now; a part of him wanting Andreas to be as teasing and provoking as he first had been.

As Andreas starts to move Eric whimpers low and long, the pain still present for him but he doesn’t want it to stop, it’s Andreas that is in him, the singer of his favorite band is filling him. A little piercing pain is just worth this.

Slowly he trails his fingers down over the man’s arms, wincing loud when Andreas brush against that wonderful spot in him and he breaks the kiss, burying his face against the man’s neck he slips one arm around his waist, hoping that the closer he will be pressed against the man the quicker the pain will fade.

And for some strange reason, it actually did work too. Soon he could feel the pain slowly, very slowly disappear and he let out a small moan as Andreas thrusted deep in him, the sound urging the man on as he repeats the motion, a bit harder, and Eric’s only replay on that is a breathy sigh as his hips moves up to meet Andreas’.

Eric shuddered as Andreas’ breath ghosted over his skin, nerves sparking and tingling through his whole body as the man lifted the boy’s hips up to come deeper. The man was biting, sucking, licking and kissing a trail down the younger’s neck, his fingers sinking so deep into the thin hips that Eric was close to scream by the pain. Though instead he arches up when Andreas’ lips moves to his shoulder, the sharp teeth biting down hard on the boy’s tender skin as his movements quickens up, getting harder, until Eric is all but a moaning mass under him.

Tilting back his head to let Andreas’ lips gain more access Eric’s legs tightened around the man’s waist, almost painfully tight as taking in more of Andreas’, his fingers digging deep into Andreas’ back as the man moaned against his skin.

“Please,” Eric mumbled, stroking Andreas’ over the neck and tangled his slender fingers in the wild hair as a prolong moan escaped him. “Close.”

The words got Andreas to growl low and he moved up a little, pulling Eric’s body down to meet everyone of his thrusts and fuck, this must be the most mesmerizing sight ever, for anyone. The obvious look of pleasure over Eric’s features, his moans that gets louder the longer it goes and the way his teeth sink down onto his bottom lip makes it almost impossible for Andreas to keep his stamina long enough for Eric to come first.

And when Eric come, head thrown back and the most ecstatic moan coming from the depth of his throat, Andreas feels to just give up on keeping back. His body is shaking and jerking, and Eric still have that innocent shine over him – as if he got his first hand job in an all too early age, and is excited over it yet too young to know what really was going on.

When Eric’s spasm have stopped he sinks down against the mattress, not even moving or saying anything, he is all too occupied to breath normal again, feeling the orgasms after glow spread its warmth through his whole body. The image is almost too much for Andreas, though he can’t for his life understand how he have made it this long without coming yet, and without thinking he have pulled out of Eric.

Confused Eric looked up on the singer, though he didn’t got time to say anything before Andreas have grabbed onto his ankle, his fingers slipping slightly because of the sweat lacing Eric’s body, but soon enough Eric have been spun around. His face is against the now messy and wrinkled sheets, and he doesn’t even care about feeling embarrassed by the way his ass is sticking up, because Andreas have his hands over his hips again, momentarily brushing over where he can feel that the bruises are, and that is all that matters right now.

He whined a little by the feel of his sperm getting rubbed against his skin when his stomach gets pressed against the mattress, though as Andreas force into him his hips push back to meet Andreas’ erection, not feeling any pain only the knowledge that it is Andreas that is inside him, again. The gasp coming with is a low sound of that he likes the feeling, and enjoys it a little too, and that is enough for Andreas to start thrusting; only caring about his own release now.

Though Eric doesn’t mind, he can make it good for Andreas and after the shockwave of pleasure the man made him feel he could let Andreas do anything with him, just as a thank you. The raw thrusts soon makes him moan softly as gripping on around the sheets, burying his face against the dirty sheets to not let Andreas hear his sounds; scared that the man will find him sluttish because he moans even after having orgasmed.

The sound of Eric moaning and the sight of him lying like that, looking so helpless and innocent finally got too much for Andreas, his grips around the thin hips tightens and this time he knows that he is bruising the tender skin, but with one last thrust all his thoughts get fogged. Now in his mind there is only place for how Eric – the fucking Innocence Personified – looks under him and soon he can’t even think about that as he release inside of the small boy with a low growl that gets Eric to whimper.

As Andreas pulls out of him again he fills empty, hurting because he knows that this is it, he have slept with Andreas Bergh and it is his most amazing sex experience ever. He believes that nothing ever will beat this, not with anyone, this has been too good; and he will never get to feel like this again.

With his eyes clenched together he turns to his side, not wanting to leave just yet. He guess that it is custom for the rockstars’ fucks to leave once the rockstar is done with them, but he can’t, he need to stay back a little longer, replaying every second of what he have just done until he can remember it clearly, if going now the memory will fade immediately.

He is so far gone in his own thoughts that he at first doesn’t notice Andreas’ fingers ghost over his skin, stroking over the bruises decorating the tender flesh. When he does notice it, he feel his whole body tense up, not daring to look around or to ask what he is doing, and he lays still, feeling how his lids gets heavy by the endorphin his body have sent out due to his orgasm.

“Get some rest, Eric.” Andreas whisper against his ear, and Eric thinks that it shouldn’t make him so happy that the man remembers his name. “You need it.”

He wants to say “Can you please stay here, with me?”, but he only manage an with elicit a lazy nod and the single meaningless word,

“Stay.”

Then his lids gets too heavy and he falls into a pleasant sleep.

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The first thing Eric reflects over when he wakes up is the pain, it’s ripping in him and he is almost afraid to move because maybe that will make it worse, but he still force himself to look over his shoulder, biting his teeth together when getting confirmed over that he is alone in the giant bed.

He doesn’t feel sad about the fact, he had been convinced that Andreas would leave him once he was done, he just silently states that he should be happy over what he got. For a short amount of hours he was as close to Andreas as anyone could be, his idol made him feel pleasure and he let Andreas receive pleasure too; he was a one time thing for the singer and to think that he had meant more would have been to fool himself.

Still he feel an emptiness in his chest, knowing that never again will he be able to go back to this time.

Sniffling lightly he sits up, leaning his head back with his face scrunched together when feeling the pain shoot through his whole body, one more reminder of what Andreas had done to him. When he looks down on his body he can see the bruises lingering there, a sign for that Andreas had marked him, showing that for one night Eric belonged to him to bring him pleasure.

It is with a soft smile he lets his fingers stroke over the bruises as standing up, telling himself that the pain is nothing, it have all been worth it. And maybe it was, too. This is a memory he know he never will forget, the first time he experienced sex to be something more than just a quick release, and it was with Andreas. He will never forget Andreas.

His clothes lays spread a bit everywhere in the room, he doesn’t understand how that happen, he was on the bed the whole time as Andreas stripped his clothes of, yet his t-shirt, jeans and underwears are in completely different directions. Though it goes quick to take them on, and they smell of Andreas. Maybe he never will wash the t-shirt ever again, just to keep the scent of the singer there as long as possible.

Not until he sits on the bus and picks up his cell phone to call his best friend, getting this heavy weight off his chest to the only one he can confident this too, that he finds the small paper tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

Give me a call sweetie, my number is programmed into your cell phone already. I will know if you ignore me.

Good luck with finding more rockstars to lure into

bed thanks to your innocence.

Andreas.

And Eric knows that he can’t ignore Andreas. Not after this, not ever. No matter how much he doubt those words, no matter how often he will reread them, they won’t change, this is Andreas’ own words, his handwriting; his way to tell that he wants to meet Eric again. Even if it is just because of the fascination of his innocence Eric knows that Andreas does want to meet him again, and the singer must know that Eric happily would oblige.

It is with a smile that he looks out through the window, the sharp sun blinding him momentarily when looking directly into it, not being able to keep back the laugh bubbling up in his throat and he don’t even care that the people around him looks weird.

Because Andreas wrote him a note, Andreas wants to meet him again.

Andreas wants him.

Eric have never before realized how good life really can be.

printed_wicked @ 2009-01-12T13:22:00

2009-01-12T12:38:02Z

Title: There's Always Something Different Going Wrong.
Author: egoemopunk</lj>
Pairing: Emil / Bone (Emole? xD )
POV: None
Summary: It was not longer a fun game that Bone played, but a serious act having consequences that he himself had to stand for.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue. (though I'd love the guys even more if anything like this ever had happened xP )
Authors Note; in the end.

1. The Cause Of Art.
2. The Scent Of Virgins
3. In Loss Of Control

They walked down the stair together, Bone not even talking to him more than telling him to get dressed and fix him up a bit for no one to get suspected over what had been going on, though Emil did not know that Bone the whole time kept his eyes on Emil looking intense on him.

“Jon,” The older brother’s friend having been in the car with them nudged Jon in the side, pointing towards Emil as he walked down the stair with a somewhat dizzy expression and with Bone walking tightly behind with a satisfied smirk. “I… just found Emil again… Oh shit.”

“Thank god! I’ll kill that little shit!” Jon hissed, looking in the direction his friend had pointed out and felt his heart stop beating for longer than he ever could remember it have done, the only time he had felt anything close to this was when Emil was five and he felled down a tree right in front of Jon’s eyes. It was just one of those time he really did felt like an protective brother. “Say that that isn’t Bone.”

“Man, I won’t lie. That is Bone.”

“Take Emil to the car, don’t give a shit about what Bone or anyone else will say.” Jon had to take deep breathes not to just rush up to Bone and beat the living hell out of him, he knew that if just getting one minute alone with Bone the man would regret ever coming close to Jon’s little brother. “Do it fucking now.”

His friend could only just listen, quickly letting go what he had been doing and moved up to the teenage boy seeming close to having been drugged, right then his heart started to beat faster when he understood what was up with Emil and he hoped that Jon never would find out what Emil had done, probably been tricked into doing too.

Not a word was spoken as he grabbed on to his friend’s brother and pulled him away, Emil just seemed willing to be taken away from the man standing right next to him, a smirk playing over his lips.

He had always liked Bone, maybe because he was one of the few not having any friends or siblings to worry about, but now it was about his best friend’s little baby brother that he had been speaking so much about during all those times he had been high and suddenly it was a whole new thing.

It was not longer a fun game that Bone played, but a serious act having consequences that he himself had to stand for.

“Hey Bone.” Jon nodded towards the other man, looking long after how his friend was leading his younger brother out through the door. “New… virgin?”

“Virgin and virgin,” Bone grinned looking amused on the older man. “Things change quickly. So what, jealous?”

“Heh, far from.” Jon stepped closer to Bone, gripping on to the hem of Bone’s shirt making a disgusted face when realizing that it was moisture by sweat and pulled him into him breathing ragged as feeling this man being so close to him had started to squirm uncomfortable on the spot. “Bone, if I ever get to know that my baby brother was just a one time thing for your perverted enjoyments I will rip your balls off with my bare hands and then kill you under slow torture. Got it?”

“Y-your brother?” If Bone wouldn’t have been so shocked – and slightly terrified as he was now – he would have it himself for his stupidity.

“My brother. So for your sake I hope you did not even touched a hair on Emil,” Laughing raw and without any emotion other than pure disgust and rage Jon pushed Bone away. “Otherwise you will regret it, and I will enjoy ever moment of getting you to wish it never had happened.”

“He can’t be your brother… he’s shy, and sweet!” Bone shook his head furiously, refusing to believe the man. “He’s a fucking innocent teenager!”

“Exactly.” Jon hissed with his teeth gritted together. “He’s my completely opposite and with a decent future ahead of him, and if you have done anything making him change his mind. I’ll kill you. Easy like that.” Jon snapped his fingers, like if to prove his point. “Do, not, hurt, Emil. Or you’ll be dead.”

The last thing on Bone’s mind before he finally managed to fall asleep, it was almost in the morning then too, was that he needed to get in touch with Emil again

One of the few people he was afraid of to mess with was Jon, and to fuck Jon’s brother and even take his virginity would definitely make Jon kill him if he ever found out.

Bone could only hope that the teenage boy would keep quiet about what had happened.

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During the whole car ride Jon had not turned to say something to Emil at all, he had only been speaking to his friend that were the one sitting in the backseat together with Emil, keeping the teenager’s head in the lap gently stroking him over the brown curls.

Right then Emil had not really focus on it, he had been too busy not to show out the pain he felt or to throw up. Though it did feel a bit strange that this guy whose name he did not even remembered was the one sitting with him instead of his own brother.

“No need to stomp like that.” Jon muttered as leading Emil pass the stair and into his room, smiling slightly when seeing his brother glare slightly on him.

Not that it did matter if he were stomping up the stairs or not, their parents was away on a well needed vacation and had asked Jon to move in with them during the time to look after Emil. Little did they know how stretched their bother bond had really started to become.

“Emil, stand still!” Jon laughed as his brother squirmed around in front of him while Jon tried to pull of Emil’s t-shirt, smiling tugging it of from the arms and tilted Emil’s head up, his smile fading away when looking into Emil’s eyes and saw the widened pupils. “No… what did he do with you?”

“Nothing.” Emil mumbled, fidgeting away Jon’s hand from his chin. “Just drank a lot…”

Sighing Jon shook his head, biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood while trying to think on something else than the innocence had been taken away from his little brother.

Emil was his baby brother, the one he was supposed to look after to be sure never would get hurt, his mission was pretty much just to look after Emil all the time, and stupid enough he had managed to leave his brother alone with Bone.

He promised himself to never again leave the teenager close to someone he couldn’t trust.

“Jon?” Emil mumbled after having been tugged down in the bed, looking up with round eyes on the older brother.

“Yeah?” Softly Jon stroked Emil over his hair, the feeling of Jon’s hand against his forehead making Emil feel safe and relaxed.

“Can you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone…”

The teenager’s voice was so hushed and insecure so that Jon did not have the heart to tell him no, instead he just nodded and slid down under the cover next to Emil in the small bed.

A smile formed over his lips when Emil with much hesitation curled up next to him, just like they had done when being small and Emil still looked up to Jon. It felt familiar for them both, and Jon hoped that it felt as calming for Emil as it felt for him.

“I’m hurting now…” Emil whispered as his eyes fluttered close, he did not feel how Jon’s body tensed up. “I’m sorry.”

“Emil, don’t say sorry… You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I got angry on you… so I walked away.” Emil’s voice got more and more sleepy, like he no longer paid any attention to what he really said. “I’m sorry for being so different from you.”

“No, hey… Emil, don’t ever apologize for that, you’re my baby brother and I’m only looking after you.” Jon whispered, his voice sounding thick by knowing the way Emil thought Jon looked at him on. “I’m proud over you, little brother. And you know I love you, right?”

Jon never got any answer on that, Emil was already asleep since long.

Authors Note:. The reson to why i haven't been writting for a while is here, and there is also the explenation to why i won't post in a long time - if so happens. >.<

There's Always Something Different Going Wrong. (3/9)

2008-12-23T17:40:34Z

For every drag on the joint Emil took Bone could see that he relaxed more and more, leaning back against the cushion and let his eyes flutter close. Bone was used to first time smokers, and their first reaction on when smoking was often how they would be later on.

Many of them would giggle, which irritated Bone, because then he had to hurry on getting them into bed so he would get rid of them quicker. A few would start to cry for no reason, then Bone just left them right away. Some of them would act like they were PMS-ing, and it would take all Bone’s power not to beat them up.

But Emil… Emil got calm, relaxed, just like if he had found his own version of paradise and world peace in the toxic smoke. It did not exactly fascinated Bone, more amused him, but he couldn’t help but to feel attracted to how easy Emil had it to relax just giving him time – or drugs.

“Look at me.”

Confused Emil looked up, seeing everything in a blur as trying to focus on Bone. The contours of the man was dizzy, it took him a long time before he really could get the picture to melt together to the man again.

“I’m looking.” Emil smiled as taking a new drag.

“Good. Keep doing that.” Smirking Bone reached out after the joint Emil held, dropping it down into the vodka glass followed by his own joint, hearing the silent hiss as they were put out. “Stand up.”

Emil just nodded as he tried to stand up, sitting down with a wondering expression over that it could have been so hard to stand all of sudden. After the second try he figured that it was easier if concentrating on heaving himself up, and not to nod at the same time.

Bone was nothing else than amused over to watch how the boy finally stood on his feet, looking a bit close to fall as he waited a few seconds before turning around to look at Bone. Appreciating Bone nodded, Emil had remembered what he had said, ‘[i]look at me[/i]’.

“Move in front of me.” Bone continued to instruct, feeling his breath change almost unnoticeable when Emil did as he said and along with that played with the hem of his black t-shirt, getting him to look even more innocent.

“Is this you looking at the view again?” Emil questioned, the innocence and naivety practically shinning out from every word being spoken.

“Yes, and the view is extremely good.” Bone slithered lower down in the couch, his eyes observing on how Emil still was playing with the t-shirt, tugging over the collar with a look of discomfort. “Don’t like the shirt?”

“It’s my friends… he likes tight shirts, and my brother forced me to use it today.” Emil looked down on his shirt. “He said that it would drive all the girls crazy… I don’t want them to look at just my body.”

“You care about what the girls think?” Bone crocked his eyebrow up.

“No, I told my brother that I cared about cock.” Emil looked thoughtful. “I think he got mad at me…”

“Aw, poor Emil.” Bone cooed, snickering amused as taking up his cigarette pack again, the one being dedicated for only joints. Right now he really thanked himself for having bought a new stash the same day and been bored enough to roll up almost all earlier. “If feeling so uncomfortable just take of the shirt.” Smirking Bone lighted up his joint looking up on the teenager. “I wouldn’t be bothered.”

“My body looks weird.” Emil mumbled, looking away from Bone’s intense eyeing with a blush. “You don’t want to see it.”

The thought [i]This is almost too easy[/i] passed by Bone’s mind again by the shy comment and he now knew the easiest way to make Emil feel more comfortable with him, and the easiest way to get the boy where he wanted.

“Let me see about that. Take, it, off.”

Blushing Emil stared down on the floor, slowly pulling his shirt off waiting for Bone to comment his weird body shape or to laugh at him. If he started to laugh Emil was sure he would start to cry and run away, he did not want the other man to find him to be a freak.

Bone was honestly surprised by looking on Emil’s exposed chest, by the way Emil had acted he had thought that Emil would have some sort of defect that he had got teased about in school.

But looking at Emil now the only thing he could see was a pale and flawless chest that he could not wait to touch.

“I don’t see anything bad with your body… it’s just perfectly fine Emil.” Bone said softly, blowing out a thick cloud of grey smoke. “Trust me, I don’t lie about beauty.”

Surprised Emil raised his head to look on the man, no one had mentioned his name at the same time as beauty – and actually refer to him too. Seeing the look in Emil’s eyes Bone knew that he had won already.

[i]Let the game begin.[/i] He thought as his lips twitched up into a smirk.

“Get down on your knees.” Seeing the hesitation in Emil’s eyes Bone continued with amusement in his voice. “It’s easier for you to smoke then.”

“Oh, okay.” Shrugging Emil kneeled down, moving close enough so that he was almost sitting between Bone’s legs.

Bone had to use every self control he had not to button up his pants right then and tell Emil to just suck him off right then. Instead he held down the joint, watching Emil’s lips shut around the thin filter and inhaled the smoke.

Not for all the money in the world would Bone ever understand how this boy still could be a virgin, the innocence in his eyes was almost like poison for him and the lips seemed so soft and convenience that Bone just had to brush with his thumb over the bottom lip as the teenager blew out the smoke again.

The tender feeling against his skin made Bone smile, running his hand over Emil’s cheek and back on his hair, gently letting his fingers get tangled with the dark strands.

“How long have you gone with a man before?” Bone asked, holding Emil’s head still as letting him take a new breathe on the drug stick.

Emil was mere seconds away from chocking on the joint, looking up round eyed into the older man’s eyes he tried to pull away, but Bone’s strong grip held him still, rubbing over his scalp with his thumb like if showing to Emil that he didn’t wanted to hurt him.

And Emil trusted him, he believed in the look in Bone’s eyes.

“I’ve-I, I can’t… Bone…”

“Tell me,” Bone could feel the soft shivers going through Emil as he moved his hand lower down, resting on the warm shoulder pressing the boy closer. “You aren’t afraid of me. Are you?”

“No.” In Emil’s head it was the words ‘[i]yes[/i]’ that instead were echoing.

“That’s good Emil,” Bone leaned down. “’Cause I ain’t out after hurting you.”

“Then what are you out after?” Emil close to stutter out the words, thankfully taking a new drag of the joint when Bone held it down for him again.

“You just have to wait and see.” Bone brushed Emil’s hair over the boy’s shoulder, playing with the strands so soft and gentle he could. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Swallowing hard Emil looked down, almost regretting it immediately when he saw the small bulge already showing behind Bone’s jeans. He had not yet done anything, and still the older man seemed to be horny. And all because of Emil.

It scared the teenage boy a little, but also made him feel some sort of pride over that knowledge.

“Kissing. That… that’s all. Or, me and my friend… some hand jobs. Just trying out.”

Emil’s cheeks was burning so dark red that Bone could feel the heat against his arm, if it was of shame or embarrassment Emil was blushing Bone could not tell, but it did not stop him from finding the teenage boy close to adorable.

“How far do you want to go?” Without letting his eyes lose contact with Emil’s for a second Bone let what was left of the joint fall down to the floor, not caring if it ended on the floor or in the glass. Though the soft hiss from the spark ending proved that he had aimed right. “Tonight, with me?”

“How far do you let me go without letting me feel like a freak or embarrass me?” Emil whispered, hesitatingly sliding his hands up over the man’s legs to rest over the thighs – dangerously close to the man’s groin in Emil’s opinion.

“Let’s try.” Bone leaned back again, watching Emil’s reaction as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down over his hips.

The reaction did not wait to come. Emil’s eyes widened as he bit down on his bottom lip, breathing forced by the fear that he might do something weird, feeling terrified how his hands without he helping it clenched together when seeing the bucking in Bone’s pants.

“Do you feel like a freak now?” Bone smirked, taking Emil’s hand guiding it to his erection.

Shaking his head Emil looked up on Bone, relaxing his hand so that it laid over Bone’s erection, the feeling of it not seeming as weird as he had thought. But then again, his hand was still outside the boxers and had yet not come in real contact with the flushed flesh.

“Want to keep going?” Bone smirk faded down a little, as sneaking his thumbs in his boxers, turning into a waiting expression. “Tell me what you want.”

“Keep going.” The words was not even a whisper, it was hushed down to just a sound, hoping that it would have been enough. But the light flaming up in Bone’s eyes got him to make a new try, the man wanted him more verbal than that. “I want… I want to keep going. Please don’t...”

“Relax.” Bone brushed his fingers down Emil’s cheek, tilting his head to the side. “I think you need some help with relaxing.”

Not sure of what to answer on that Emil stayed quiet, just looking on Bone finally getting what he meant when the man placed a new joint between his lips and lighted it up.

Bone let him take four drags on the joint before the dizzy shadow showed up before Emil’s eyes again and Bone felt it safe to play with the boy’s mind.

“I thought you wanted me to pull down my boxers?” Bone smirked.

Blinking wondering Emil looked up on the man, nodding with a bit of a lost expression he hooked his index fingers in Bone’s boxers and pulled the material, looking up with innocent eyes as Bone moved his hand down the boxers and pulled his erection up over the lining.

Almost without thinking about it Emil wrapped his fingers around the swollen flesh, slowly starting with a up and down motion he was not sure if he was doing right.

It felt weird to be in this end of it while moving his hand up and down, it seemed to be just on the opposite of the position he really used to be on. For Bone it did not seem weird at all, he just let his head roll back against the seat feeling pleased over what Emil was doing and over that he most definitely would get what he wanted soon.

“Take one more drag.” Bone mumbled husky, holding the joint to Emil waiting for the boy to blow the smoke past his soft lips. Those lips… “Then suck me off.”

Emil would never get what he was thinking as he did not even gave out some real reaction that would have been the proper thing to do by those words, but he just moved higher up on his heels and took Bone in his mouth.

Just like that, his lips sliding down over the man getting Bone to gasp by surprise. He had expected there to be more playing from his side, he had thought that he would have to tease Emil into do it. A part of him had wanted it to be more teasing.

Still, there was not much complaining on what Emil was doing now either for Bone, he just leaned back and enjoyed it. The teenager’s moving may be unskilled and not the best, but it only showed out more for Bone that Emil was a virgin, he just could not complain on this.

Virgins ware his little kink.

Bone’s grip around the boy’s hair tightened before it almost got too much and he had to jerk Emil’s head away. Confused Emil looked at what his lips had been wrapped around for a few passing seconds, then Bone yanked him up so that they were in the same level.

“Feel embarrassed yet?” Bone’s lips brushed against Emi’s, feeling the out hale of breath as Emil whimpered quiet. “Feel like a freak?”

“No.” Shaky Emil moved up his hand, hesitating for a long while before laying it behind Bone’s neck letting his eyes flutter closed. “No.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.” Smirking Bone bit down on Emil’s bottom lip, pulling away just when the boy’s started to move like waiting to get kissed and let go completely off the boy. “Stand up, now. No contradiction.”

Bone watched as the boy did as he said, quickly scrambling to his feet keeping his hands over his groin like if he found it embarrassing that he was turned on. In this situation it could not have been more ironic as Bone saw it, the boy had just sucked someone off for the first time and he was afraid over to show that he was horny.

“You know what to do now?” Bone’s smirk grew as Emil shook his head, really looking clueless. “Take off your clothes.” Bone laughed warm when Emil blinked confused, looking down on his body like if he did not get why Bone wanted to see him naked. “Emil, don’t be scared.”

“Why do you want to see my body? I look weird.” Emil shook his head embarrassed. “Nothing you want to look at.”

Wrinkling his forehead Bone stood up, moving close to the teenager having their chest rubbing against each other for every deep shaky breath Emil would take and laid his hand low over the boy’s back.

“If I wouldn’t have wanted to look at you I wouldn’t still have been here, would I?” Bone asked, no longer feeling amused but more wondering to why Emil was so insecure over his looks. So far it just looked like an ordinary thin teenage body in Bone’s eyes, maybe a bit paler but that was far from a downside in Bon’s book. “And I wouldn’t have ordered you to take your clothes off in case I didn’t wanted to see you naked.”

“Don’t laugh.”

Bone just shook his head, brushing his lips over the boy’s pale cheeks as his promise that he wouldn’t.

Nervous Emil looked down on his body, he only saw it as too pale and too clumsy, almost fat, his features seeming to sharp and pointy and still hidden under a layer of fat giving it a weird shape, to strange for anyone to want to be as close to him as Bone now was.

When he after a long time still did not do anything Bone moved his hands down to Emil’s pants instead, doing a rough motion with his hands Emil could feel how he had unbuckled the belt and were quickly working his pants open.

“You haven’t kissed me.” Emil mumbled blushing as Bone zipped down the fly.

“I don’t kiss.” Bone muttered un-patience, tugging down the blue jeans with a smirk as Emil shuddered lightly.

“I thought that I at least would kiss the one taking my virginity.” Emil refused to show or feel any emotions as moving his shaking fingers up over the man’s torso.

Sighing Bone rolled his eyes, digging through his pocket feeling his fingers brush over the plastic material and he slowly pulled it up. He would have to call his dealer tomorrow for more, and he did hardly have had the money for what he had now, he blamed Emil for it though he still got the feeling that it was all worth it.

“You will take this all at once, got it?” Bone looked warning on Emil after having made sure that he had the perfect amount of heroin over the back of his hand. “And then you gonna bend over the couch and let me fuck you.”

Shocked Emil stared on the small white line over the man’s hand, feeling how a knot was tying in the pit of his stomach and he started to stutter out some excuse not making sense even for himself. Still he leaned forward against the white powder feeling anxious over to actually get to try it.

“Good boy.” Bone smirked, laying his hand behind Emil’s neck tilting his head forward to the drugs, smirking even wider when he heard Emil snort it up, followed by a surprised cough as Emil looked up round eyed, rubbing his nose with his back hand.

“It burned.” Emil mumbled, closing his eyes while shaking his head trying to clear up his thoughts.

The only thing it did was to get him even dizzier and he had to grab on to Bone’s shoulder not to fall, feeling the man’s strong hand press against his waist keeping him steady.

“It’ll feel better soon.” Bone promised, in Emil’s ears his voice sounded distant and he got the feeling that the man was out of reach, in reality Bone just whispered out the words right into Emil’s ear. “It effected you quicker than I thought… you’re more light weighted than I thought you would be.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay Emil.” Snickering Bone pulled away, looking at what would later be classed as his profit for the night. “Everybody reacts different… Though, you promised to do what I said now little boy, bend over the couch and make me happy.”

Emil could not remember to have really promised anything. But in this state that he right now was in he guessed that there was a lot of things he had forgot, so he just decided that he probably had promised Bone to let the man fuck him.

Wrinkling his forehead Emil looked over Bone’s face, for the first time really looking into the grey eyes still looking so intense on him, brushing his fingers down over the cheeks slightly stubbed by it having been a long time since he shaved. He knew that he was supposed to be afraid over what would happen, or at least a bit nervous.

But his state of mind was only excited over that he would get to know how it felt, if it was like people said it was, and that it was someone that he had never met before calmed him down even more, though once again it should be the opposite.

“I want you to kiss me first.” He mumbled, wrapping his arm around Bone’s neck.

“I told you I don’t kiss.” Bone replayed impatience with a smirk.

“But I do.”

Smiling slightly Emil tip toed up and pressed his lips against Bone’s, not starting to move his lips until he felt Bone’s body relax against his and the man started to move his lips against the teenager’s soft lips.

He tried to focus on that he soon would have sex with this boy, and not on that he was kissing him feeling how Emil with slow grace was exploring his mouth. As shy and naïve Emil seemed to be he had expected the boy to be more inexperienced when it came to kissing too. Instead it was the complete difference, and Bone got in loss of control for a while, not sure what to do than to slide his arm completely around the bare body and pull the teenager closer to him, his fingers pushing gently into the pale skin as moving lower down.

Softly the boy arched against him, letting out a soft sound getting Bone to manage to break the kiss. That wasn’t right; he never kissed the virgins, not even if they kissed him.

He probably just had got shocked, and a little affected by the drugs himself too, Bone stated.

After that, everything was a blur for Emil.

He could remember how Bone pulled away, ordered him to get completely naked even taking off his socks – for some reason the words ‘it’s unsexy for people to wear socks when fucking’ got stuck in his mind for longer than he wanted – and then gently had turned him around and pushed him forward.

It had felt weird to stand just like that, his body exposed for the man’s eyes and his ass being bare and pouted out in wait for the pain to come.

The pain. God, the pain. That was probably what Emil remembered most, just Bone sliding his finger down his spine and then without warning pushing in his finger had scared his memory forever. Or maybe he did get warned, he can’t really remember.

But it had been worse when Bone forced his cock into him. All he had wanted to do was to scream and tear away from the man, let his tears flood down his cheeks and cuddle up to Jon to tell him exactly what was wrong and were he were hurting. But the fear of it to hurt more got him to stay still with his teeth clenched and his rugged nails digging down in the deep red couch.

Bone had just tilted his head back with a moan, lighting up one more joint and held it down to Emil, wanting the boy to relax so that he could keep going without needing to hear any wincing or cries. He think he could remember that it had took a long time before accepting the offer to actually accept Bone’s offer, he is not sure why but he think that it is because he wanted to feel the pain clear and real as it was and not get it dazed by a shimmer of drugs.

Pain was tearing Emil’s body into pieces as Bone started to thrust into him, but the drugs instead made him focus on Bone’s moans by the feeling of the teenager, the blur cloud surrounding him made him unable to react on more than Bone’s hips slamming against his roughly.

The pain soon had faded away, mixing in with pleasure instead into something he was not sure how to class it as. Suddenly he didn’t wanted it to be like this, he didn’t wanted Bone to be behind him no matter how good it now felt and he didn’t wanted to remember anything of it.

But his stubbornness and curiosity made him stay on the spot he was, not being able to stop the moans he hated to give out and enjoy the sounds coming from Bone when he un-carefully was forcing in and out of his paining body.

When he came, he had no memory of it, he only knew that Bone had wiped the mess of on his stomach, which he later understood meant that the man had have his hand around his cock. For some reason that thought made him smile though he just wanted to scream by it.

Bone had sat down the couch, and Emil had soon felled down on it next to the man when his legs gave out and he no longer could keep himself up, his head laying over the man’s thighs.

Then, Bone had stroked him over his hair, letting the dark strands slide through his fingers while looking down on the teenager with soft eyes, when Emil looked up on him he knew that Bone did not care about him at all.

Of all things to remember, he remembered that thought hitting him more than anything.

The Shine Of Innocence Might Be A Lie. (1/1)

2008-12-19T14:31:02Z

Title: The Shine Of Innocence Might Be A Lie.
Author: egoemopunk</lj> egoemopunk
Pairing: Eric(Cat) / Andreas(Whiplasher)
POV: None
Summary: “I wanna be Jasmine.” Eric stated, Andreas raised his eyebrows.
“You do know that Jasmine is a girl, and you’re a boy?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue. (though I'd love the guys even more if anything like this ever had happened ^^ )
Authors Note; I think that this might have been posted before. But I'm really not sure >__>

Eric sat with crossed arms on his parents bed, pouting demonstrative as he watched his mother fix her make-up.

“I forbid you to go out tonight.” Eric stated, trying to use the same stern voice his father always used when Eric had done something bad.

“And I forbid you to pout.” Eric’s mother looked behind her, not giving Eric time to hide the pout. “Some things you can’t control over.”

“But I don’t need a babysitter!” Wincing Eric jumped up and down on the bed. “I’m thirteen! I’m big enough to take care of myself!”

“Sure you are.” Eric’s mother rolled her eyes, standing up when the doorbell rang. “Your babysitter is here.”

-__-__-__-

“I’m too old for a baby sitter.” Eric muttered trying to catch his ‘babysitter’s’ attention.

“I trust you.” The boy nodded, not taking his eyes away from his book.

“How old are you?” Eric tried.

“Twenty four.”

“Can I call you Andreas or do I have to say Mr. Bergh?” Eric wrinkled his forehead. “You don’t look like a Mr. Bergh.”

“Call me Lord Whip.” The boy looked up, flashing a teasing grin in Eric’s direction before looking back down to his book.

Wondering Eric tilted his head to the side, looking over the boy closely. When Andreas noticed the eyeing he looked up, smiling slightly when he saw the young boy’s face.

“What?” He asked, trying to hide his amusement.

“I’m hungry.”

-__-__-__-

“Mum had taken out fish for us to eat.” Eric commented there he sat on the table, dangling his feet back an forth with his mouth full of burrito.

“I can take your burrito and you’ll take the fish.” Andreas smirked, wiping off some of the dressing from his lower lip.

“I don’t like fish.” Wrinkling his nose Eric shook his head. “Why are you babysitting me? I’m old enough to take care of myself.”

“Apparently your parents think differently.” Smiling Andreas moved away from the counter, moving closer to Eric leaning down. “And I understand them.”

“How mean!” Eric put out his tongue. “I’m more grown up than you think.”

“Oh, is that so?” Chuckling Andreas sat down next to Eric on the table, dangling his feet in time with Eric’s.

“Yepp. I’ve even kissed people.” Eric smiled proudly. “Have you?”

“Girls ain’t my thing tiny.”

“Me either, they have weird lips. And their pussy’s looks funny. And boy’s are cuter.”

Surprised Andreas looked down at the thirteen-year-old, the boy had showed to be out going and happy, but saying just those words confused him a bit.

“You’ve kissed boys?”

“Mhm.” Eric nodded, reaching out and stealing a pickle from Andreas’s burrito. “Why don’t you have any meat?”

“I’m a vegetarian, they don’t eat meat.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Yeah, how come?”

“Meat is important to eat ‘cause they have a lot of important things in them. And it taste good and kills cows. I don’t like cows.”

“That’s one way to look at it.”

“I’m done. We gonna watch a movie?”

-__-__-__-

Andreas laughed amused as Eric loudly sang with one of the movies many songs. He had a long ago put away the book he had been trying to read, finding thethirteen-year-old as much more interesting.

When he had accepted the offer of taking care of Anita’s child as long as she was out eating dinner with her husband he had imagined it to be boring and with a snobbish little child, instead he sat with the thirteen-year-old being slightly immature even for his low age but he still amused him.

Thinking about that he thought babysitting a teenager would mean the boy was close to brain dead, instead he was just dangerously childish and no one you would leave home alone if you wanted your house to still be intact when you got home.

“I wanna be Jasmine.” Eric stated, Andreas raised his eyebrows.

“You do know that Jasmine is a girl, and you’re a boy?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Yeah, but she’s hot and has big eyes. And black hair. I wish I had black hair.” Pouting Eric fingered his blond hair, looking to his side at the older boy. “Do you think I would look hot like a girl?”

“Sure, you’d be a real cat.”

“Cat?”

“That’s what they call a good looking woman.” Andreas laughed again. “You would fit as that.”

“So I’m Cat?”

“You are a cat.” Andreas corrected smiling.

“I wanna be Cat. Then I’m like... the definition of good looking, right?”

“Right. Cat.”

-__-__-__-

“Can I lay on you?”

“What?” With a wrinkled forehead Andreas looked up from the book he finally had picked back up.

“Can I lay on you? I’m tired, and you look cuddlish so I wanna use you as my bed. Can I?”

“Um...” Andreas looked over the boy’s pouting face, smiling with a small shrug. “Sure.”

Squealing Eric moved across the couch, laying down over the older boy with his side pressed against the back rest and his arm hanging over Andreas’s stomach.

“You are cuddlish.” Eric giggled, rubbing his nose against Andreas’s chest before looking back up at the TV. “Do you like this movie?”

“No.”

“Then why are we watching?”

“You are watching, I’m trying to read.” Smiling Andreas wriggled his book, moving it closer to Eric who giggled again. “Try that sometime, it’s good education.”

“I don’t like reading. It makes my head hurt.” Eric pouted, completely missing the irony and pointing to the TV. “They’re kissing.”

“I can see.”

“Do you like kissing?”

“It has it great moments, yes.”

“Have ever you slept with someone?”

Andreas choked back a laughter from surprise, staring shocked and amused with a smile on the teenager and big eyes peering up at him.

“What?” He chuckled questioning.

“Like, I read that people being over eighteen like to fuck as a waste of time.” Eric shrugged, like it wasn’t such a big deal. And in his eyes it wasn’t either. “And you’re twenty-ish something, so you must have fucked a lot to waste your time.”

“First on, that’s not completely the reason to why you have sex. And second, if I have that’s not really something I’m suppose the share with the kid I’m babysitting.”

“Pretend that you’re not babysitting me.” Eric propped himself up on his arms, glaring irritated at the older boy. “And I’m not a kid.”

“You are a kid.”

“Are not!”

“Are too.”

“Are fucking not!”

“Are fucking too!” Andreas mocked chuckling.

“You’re a bitch,”

“No, I’m the topper.” Andreas grinned by the look of un-understanding in the boy’s face. “How about you be the bitch?”

“Bitch are when you’re a girl, right?”

Andreas opened his mouth to correct him, closing it again with a smirk.

“Yes, bitch is when you’re a girl.”

“Then I’m the bitch.” Eric stated, nodding proudly. “And you’ll be the topper. That sounds cool.”

“Maybe not so cool around you parents. Keep it our little secrete?”

“We gonna have a secrete together!” Giggling Eric leaned back down, wrapping his arms around Andreas’s neck, keeping them there, leaning his head against the older boy’s shoulder. “I like secretes.”

-__-__-__-

“Did he behave?”

Andreas looked up at the slightly worried man, smiling reassuringly towards him while putting his new earned money in his pocket.

“He was a real little angel, likes to talk though.”

“I forgot to warn you about that.” The man laughed, shaking his head in time his wife coming back into the room. “Is he asleep?”

“No, he wanted Andreas to come and say goodnight. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” Andreas nodded with a shrug, taking off his shoes as once again walked up the stair and softly knocked on Eric’s door before walking in. “You aren’t asleep yet?”

“No.” Eric stretched out his arms. “I want a good night hug.”

“Fine.” Rolling his eyes with a smile Andreas went inside, sitting down on the bed he leaned down and hugged the thin boy. “Good night then.”

“My mum always gives me a good night kiss.”

“I’m not your mother.”

“Then you can kiss me on the mouth.” Eric leaned up on his elbows, pressing his lips against the older boy’s before Andreas could react over it.

He could easily have pulled away, pretending that it didn’t happened and just... just never talk to the boy again. But when Eric grabbed on to his shirt – if it was to keep balance or to stop Andreas from moving wasn’t clear – he instead leaned forward, Eric’s lips parting softly and before Andreas could react his tongue was moving against Eric’s.

“Is that also gonna be our secrete?” Eric whispered when pulling away, still holding on to the shirt.

“That’d be a good thing.” Andreas mumbled, thoughts about him going to jail for kissing a minor being blocked away by the boy’s innocent look. Even though the innocence should have made everything so much worse it simply helped Andreas to relax. “Now good night.”

“You gonna babysit me again?” Eric asked as Andreas reached the door.

Smirking Andreas turned around, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, how will I be able to resist?” He mocked before closing the door.

Snickering Eric laid down in his bed, closing his eyes as he turned around to his side and pulled the cover tightly around him hugging on to his pillow pretending it was someone else, maybe Andreas.

“Sucker.”

There's Always Something Different Going Wrong. (2/9)

2008-12-17T10:11:05Z

Title: There's Always Something Different Going Wrong.
Author: egoemopunk
Pairing: Emil / Bone (Emole? xD )
POV: None
Summary: Emil’s cheeks was burning so dark red that Bone could feel the heat against his arm, if it was of shame or embarrassment Emil was blushing Bone could not tell, but it did not stop him from finding the teenage boy close to adorable.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue. (though I'd love the guys even more if anything like this ever had happened xP )
Authors Note; The bad thing with going away for the weekend is that there'll be no update. I should really stop giving promises I can't keep.

As soon as Emil walked into the house a long haired man spotted him, and didn’t look away for the rest of the night. There was something with this boy that looked to be so much younger than him that instantly exited him and made him want to count him into his conquests.

In this group of friends he was known as Bone, and if Jon would have got to know earlier that Bone would be there too he never would have persuaded Emil to come with. Though forgetting to pick up his brother as often as he did and said the wrong things more often than he should be allowed to Jon still loved and looked after Emil as much as he could.

And Bone was probably on the top of Jon’s “What Emil Should Stay Away From”- list. No one liked to have Bone close to their siblings or the friends they looked after, he maybe wasn’t the most attractive among their friends or the most seductive, still he was the one both girls and boys swooned around and wanted to get in bed with.

Sadly enough for the older siblings, Bone had a liking for virgins, and the ones he wanted he did always get.

“Have you seen the new one?”

Bone’s friend nudge him in the side, hinting towards Emil that is sitting in the couch in the other side of room, a beer bottle in his hand looking seemingly bored as he have ended up sitting next to a pair that is making violently.

The man’s comment have Bone rolling his eyes, they both know that Bone finds all the new ‘toys’ in the matter of minutes after they have walked in to the building he were in, his friends was convinced over that he could smell the scent of virgins.

Bone just said that he was observing, he looked on how people were acting, or listened on to how they were talking and expressed themselves about sex, if just watching closely you could always tell who was inexperienced and who pretended to be.

“Seen him, decided to have him.” Bone smirked, holding up his beer can to meet his friend’s.

“Sure he’s gay?”

“Of course.” Snorting Bone held his head up, pointing towards the black haired boy. “First, make-up? Sign one. Second, he haven’t looked twice on any other girl that have tried to talk to him, if they talked he looked at their face, not the boobs like,” Amused Bone eyed his friend. “you would. Instead our little friend have been checking out that,” Bone pointed towards a boy with blond hair standing in spikes talking to a girl that seemed to like to giggle a lot. “boy’s ass every time walking by him.”

“And third?”

“And third, I want him.” Winking Bone crossed his ankle over his knee, leaning back as watching the boy stand up and throw away his now empty can. “And I never chose the straight boys.”

\/*\/*\/*\/*\/

With the irritation boiling up inside of him Emil all but slammed the door shut behind him and moved across the room, slumping down in a deep red couch and lighted up a cigarette.

He was far from sure that you were allowed to smoke in this house, but he didn’t bothered to care about that, he was all too irritated over that Jon had forced him with to a party and then just dumped him with his friend that soon had found a girl that did not seemed to be afraid over to have sex right in the living room for everyone to see.

Girls was one of the reasons to why he hated these kind of parties, they would always come up to him shove their breasts into his face and then get offended when he did not show any interest of them.

After that they would continue on to the next victim, looking triumphed on Emil because they had found someone wanting to stare on their breasts, it almost seemed like they thought Emil would get jealous for having missed the chance to be with them.

Emil never cared, he would just get a new can of beer and hope to get drunk. This time however he had got his hands on a giant glass filled with vodka and sprite, and after having drenched just one third of the glass he was already feeling it affect him.

Next time he should mix it himself, and not let some random guy in the kitchen pour it up to him.

Though he had to admit, it tasted damn good, and inhaling smoke down his longue for ever third sip of the drink made him get dizzy quicker and the strong alcohol taste faded away a bit more.

Sighing deep he put down the glass on the floor, sliding down in the couch leaning back his head as continue to smoke slowly. He had noticed that when being drunk it went much easier to smoke, the smoke would flow down his longue softer and without him feeling the need to gag by it.

“That seems comfortable enough.”

Emil’s head shout up and he flinched back in the couch by the words, quickly throwing the cigarette behind him in case it would be the owner of the house, his eyes widened when he saw the boy standing in the middle of the room with a amused smirk and a beer can in his hand.

He hadn’t even realized that the door had been opened, and all of sudden this thin man stood before him, looking to be in age with Jon and with long black hair hanging down to his chest.

“I-I, every-I… um…”

“Hey, I didn’t ask you to say anything.” The man smirked as pointing with his beer bottle on Emil. “Just commented on that you seem to have made it comfortable for yourself.”

By first look the man seemed intimidating for Emil, but when looking closer the small smile twitching his lip up were instead calming him and got him to smile, though a small blush crept over his cheeks by the embarrassment he felt by having this stranger stare at him like he did.

“And I don’t think it’s very smart to throw your cigarette back there is so good. There is a curtain right behind you.”

“Oh shit!” Cursing Emil flied up on his feet, hanging over the back of the couch trying to fish up his cigarette.

A small whimper came from him as accidently pressing his palm flat over the spark and he shook his hand violently, glaring on what was left of the cigarette he decided to put it out right there on the floor and just sit up and take a new cigarette instead.

“Sorry for that.” Emil mumbled looking down with a blush as sitting down properly in the couch again, his palm burning from where the cigarette had burned him.

“Don’t be,” Snickering the man flipped the long hair over his shoulder. “The view was pretty damn good.”

“The-the what? The vie-view?” Stuttering out the words Emil felt his cheeks burn red. The man was scaring him now, making him feel like some sort of object. And yet, it somehow excited him.

“Yes the view. You got a nice ass there.” Smirking the man moved closer to Emil, his smirk growing when seeing Emil press back against the couch the closer he came. “Mind if I sit down?”

Emil just shook his head, not sure what he really would say that didn’t got him to blush or feel like a stuttering idiot. Whatever he did just seemed to amuse the man anyway, his lips twitched up and he gave Emil an eyeing that got him to blush as the man sat down.

“My name is Bone.” The man said, leaning down he picked up the glass of vodka and held it to Emil. “What’s your name?”

“Um, eh…” Biting down on his bottom lip Emil accepted the glass, feeling it weird that Bone was giving him a glass that already was his. “It’s Emil.”

“Emil? How cute.” Bone chuckled, looking persuading on the younger boy. “Drink up.”

“All this?” Surprised Emil looked down on the glass. “Then I’ll pass out right away.”

“Well, I don’t want that. Already.” Bone raised his hips up, noticing with amusement on how Emil tensed up next to him. Smirking he slipped a cigarette pack out from his pocket, lowering his hips again. “You smoke?”

“Y-yeah. Didn’t you see that just… a while ago?”

“Now now Emil, you really think I mean the one you buy in stores?” Smirking Bone held up a joint, feeling how just the way Emil’s eyes widened by seeing the object in between his fingers made him get aroused. “I mean the ‘happy’ smoke. Do you?”

“I, no, I… I don’t. I’ve never tried it before.”

This is almost too easy. Bone thought amused by watching the teenager. The boy was even more unused to things than he had thought, seeming shocked only by seeing the joint.

“Drink up, and I might be in just the right mood to let you have one all by yourself…” Bone smiled suggesting, moving the joint closer to Emil until the boy’s breathe hitched up and he looked down.

“All of it?” Emil whispered embarrassed, he knew that he never would manage with it without throwing up. And the last thing he wanted right now was to throw up in front of Bone.

“How much can you down at once?” Bone smirked, though the smirk seemed more to calm him down after seeing just how insecure Emil was.

“Um, I don’t know.” Emil looked searching on the glass, the expression he had made Bone think that he was exterminating the drink like if to be sure that no new subject had been added on.

Bone just observed him, waiting for Emil to say something or to start drinking. Of course he had already decided that whatever Emil would drink it or not he would give the teenager one of the joints, it would help him relax and he could see on the boy that he wanted to try.

And when smoking Emil would hopefully relax more, loose his judgment and become more willing on what Bone wanted to do to him. Bone would never force anyone into anything, but he would help them to relax and forget just what they had been so afraid of.

Bone’s face cracked up in a wide grin as Emil raised the glass to his lips and slowly drank from it, his eyebrow crocking up when Emil drank even more than he thought that he would, and soon put it down being almost completely empty.

“Have to say, I’m impressed.” Bone nodded with liking, smirking as their fingers brushed against when taking the glass from Emil and put it down on the floor again, leaning close enough for his breath to tickle Emil’s skin. “You deserve an award for that.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” Emil swallowed hard, not sure if he meant to have the smoke as a reward or if he wanted Bone to kiss him. Whichever it was it got him nervous and afraid of making a fool out of himself.

Chuckling Bone leaned back in the couch, placing the joint between his lips and lighted it up. With a pleasant sigh he closed his eyes as inhaling the first drag, slowly blowing it out and repeated it one more time before glancing on Emil.

“Your turn.”

Nervously Emil accepted the joint, looking hesitating as putting it between his lips and took one long drag. Before managing to blow out the smoke again he started to cough, his eyes starting to get filled with tears.

Chuckling amused Bone took back the joint, looking at Emil with an apologizing smile he used to fingers to rub Emil over his neck to get him to relax.

“I think I forgot to mention that you have to be careful the first time?” Bone asked, taking a new drag as Emil looked up on him. “Want to try again?”

Every part in Emil was yelling on to say no, but looking into Bone’s grey eyes as the man was still smirking Emil could only just nod and take the joint back again, blushing as Bone nodded appreciating and pulled him closer.

This time it went better, he did not cough and could instead relax as feeling the unusual smoke flow down his lunges. Smiling Bone took up a new joint, shaking his head when Emil’s eyes widened and he looked questioning on the man.

“This is mine, I told you you’d have your own, didn’t I?”

“Oh. I thought… eh, thanks?”

Bone just laughed, Emil showed to be even more innocent than he had imagined, maybe not the most innocent he had hooked up with, but still it was enough for Bone to enjoy the game a bit more.

And yes, he did that. Bone did enjoy this private little game.

There's Always Something Different Going Wrong.

2008-12-04T17:04:14Z

Title: There's Always Something Different Going Wrong.
Author: egoemopunk
Pairing: Emil / Bone (someone should come up with a name to this pairing)
POV: None
Summary: You could do anything for just the cause of art – and the knowledge of that fascinated Emil.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue.
Authors Note; So, new stories. And not a Cat/Whip for once :p All chapters of this story is done, so the updates will come quite often; two times every week. =)
I hope you'll like the unusual pairing and the story too of course :p

Emil’s eyes was focused on the paper laying in front of him, the teacher’s voice being only a distant sound for him as his black pen helped him create the soft pattern of a note on the white paper.

If it wasn’t in the music class Emil would pay little attention to his teachers, only fifteen years old he had already decided that he would dedicated his whole life to music, and the art of music.

The music was one of the reasons to that he liked to draw, for him music was one form of art playing with peoples mind, you could create it differently just like you with a brush could create different lines and patterns. It all came down to the creator of the art form.

You could do anything for just the cause of art – and the knowledge of that fascinated Emil.

Sadly it seemed like very few people saw it that way. Next to him his younger friend sat and tried to find out what took so much of Emil’s attention, he neither liked to listen to teachers but he never got why Emil would sit and draw notes – a few times he would see Emil write notes to for some song Andreas new he never would make real – instead of waste the time with talking to Andreas.

“Knock it off.” Emil mumbled as his friend nudged him in the side, biting back a laugh as the younger boy poked him in the side. “Andreas!” He hissed irritated, his friend liked to take advantage over that Emil was extremely ticklish. “Do something useful.”

“Like dribbling nonsense?” Andreas mocked, rolling his eyes when Emil just shrugged his shoulders and directed all his attention to the piece of paper again. “You’re boring.”

Andreas would repeat that same sentence several times on every lesson they had when feeling that he didn’t got the attention he felt he deserved, long ago Emil had given up on to actually talk with the younger boy when he poked for attention, soon that would bore him too and Andreas would instead start to write something in his note book.

Emil never knew if it was made up articles or song lyrics, Andreas seemed to have a liking for doing both, but he never showed it to Emil unless he had written something he was really proud over.

Things were different after school, then they could just sit and talk for hours without feeling the need to do something else. A few times they played card while talking, always with music in the background, or watch TV or read something just giving each other half of their attention. But they never complained over it, their friendship was strong enough for them just sitting silent together for hours and not get uncomfortable.

Emil let his head fall down over his crossed arms on the bench with a groan when Andreas poked him in the side again.

No matter how comfortable you could feel with someone, it never stopped you from wanting to strangle that same person.

\/*\/*\/*\/*\/

“Will Jon pick you up?” Andreas asked as looking out on the sky, slowly blowing the cigarette smoke past his thin lips.

“If he remembers.” Emil responded in a mutter.

Emil loved his brother, he really did, their brother bond was according to most of their friends stronger than normal, but that did not stop Jon from forgetting to pick him up as promised.

Jon said that it was because he had so much to do with his band, Emil knew that it was because Jon found a bigger liking in getting himself drunk and get high with his friends than drive a car. Emil never blamed him, in Stockholm that sometimes could be just the thing needed as a reality escape, what he didn’t like was that Jon felt the need to lie to him.

“You can come home to me instead.” Andreas suggested, watching as his friend knocked the ember from his cigarette.

It amused him to watch Emil smoke, the younger boy was still unused to it and were smoking slower than people normal would do. And the way Emil held the cigarette and shaped his lips when taking a short drag made Andreas full of laugh almost every time.

“I thought you would babysit?”

“Not until later.” Andreas wrinkled his nose. “I swear I’m looking after the most annoying little piece of ass. He’s fucking three years old and insist to walk around with a little mirror the whole time, I swear he gonna grow up to one of those spoiled brats.”

“Then change him before it’s too late.” Emil laughed, he knew that though Andreas always complained over the little boy he still had a soft spot for him, and every time when meeting Emil after babysitting he never would shut up about the three-year-old he was looking after.

“I’m trying, so far I’ve got him to dance to KISS at least.” Snickering Andreas shook his head. “Either he’s going to be a brat kid, or a stripper.”

“Eeew, that’s a three-year-old you’re talking about!” Emil laughed again, kicking Andreas’s leg carefully. “Pervert.”

“Whatever.” Still smirking Andreas shrugged as putting out his cigarette with his foot, raising his eyebrow as looking back up on the older boy. “How about you then? You gonna do something tonight or just sit home and write ‘songs’.”

“Jon’s forcing me with to a party.” Sighing Emil look down on his cigarette, letting it fall down to the ground without bothering to put it out. “He says that I need more as a social life than you.”

“He’s right… you need more friends.” Andreas nodded his agreement to the older brother’s words. “And you seriously need to get laid so you stop being so uptight.”

Emil glared on Andreas, sometimes he wished to never have met the younger boy.

\/*\/*\/*\/*\/

Glaring out through the window of the car Emil blinked his eyes repeatedly, his eyes was feeling graveled and slightly sore by the make-up Jon and his brother’s friend had forced him to use.

It looked good on him, he had to admit that, but he was still unused to the feeling of the make-up and he could not really relax his face enough for it to actually look better on him. Which Jon repeatedly had told him ever since stepping inside the car.

Emil had just locked every thing his brother had said to him, the same with his brother’s friend, whose name he no longer could remember. Their voices were just like the teacher’s voices in school, a dizzy sound in the background that he couldn’t pay any attention to.

But of course a few fragments of what Jon said would catch his attention.

“Emil, please stop act like such stubborn school boy.” Jon sighed, looking at his brother in the back mirror. “You’re looking awesome, all girls will hang after you tonight.”

With an amused smirk Emil turned to meet his brother’s eyes in the mirror, raising his eyebrow just the slightest. “But Jon,” He said sugar sweet. “Didn’t we make it clear that it’s not the girls I wanted after me?”

Jon’s friend’s eyes widened and he turned around in the seat, starring shocked on his friend’s little brother. He had seen the boy as a scared little fifteen-year-old that was boring no matter due to his style and music taste, this new information was changing that picture of Emil completely for him.

“You’re gay?”

“He’s faking it.” Jon gritted, looking warning on his little brother that just met his glare coldly. “He just wants the attention.”

“I don’t care about attention.” Emil replayed, his voice still sounded sugar sweet and calm. “I care about cock.”

“Have you-”

“We’re here.” Jon interrupted, glaring irritated on his friend that blushed and quickly left the car after Jon had given him a meaning look. “For fucks sake Emil, that isn’t something to run around and brag about.” Jon cursed after his friend had closed the door and turned to look back on his brother. “Stop joking about it, you’ll just get in trouble.”

“I’m not bragging, I’m stating fact.” Blinking furiously again Emil looked away from Jon with his hand on the door handle. “This is just how I am. I’m sorry for not being like you want me to be.”

“I don’t mean it like that.” Frustrated Jon hid his eyes in his hands, everything he said lately was the wrong thing for Emil to hear. Even if he complimented his brother Emil would take it the wrong way, Jon was pretty sure over that he deserved the mistrust, but it still would hurt him. “Just… I don’t want you to get hurt for people thinking that you have a big mouth.”

“I-”

“Don’t even think about it.” Jon shrieked, laughing when he saw his brother’s mischievous grin. “Get out now, you’ll like the party.”

“Doubt it.”

Oh, Little Child So Broken And Wild (19/?)

2008-09-02T18:05:56Z

Title: Oh, Little Child So Broken And Wild
Author: egoemopunk
Pairing: Eric/Andreas Also known as Candy.
POV: None
Summary: The sight would have made him laugh, or smirk, if it had been on anyone else than Eric. It fitted the teenage boy almost perfectly, his soft female features helping it, and the small blush creeping over the boy’s pale cheeks was helping in even more.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, never happened, don’t sue.
Dedications: To Princess, my awesome wife :p
Authors Note; In the end.

Previous Chapters;
01. He's The New Thing      02. Rite Of Passage      03. But Home In Nowhere
04. The Interview      05. Smile, Haven't Seen Him Smile In A While      06. My Blue Heaven
07. Head Club      08. Duality      09. This Is How We Do 10. Skeptics And True Believers
11. Hard To Say      12. Cats In Heat.      13. Queen Of Apology      14. I'm Slowly Turning Into You
15. One Becomes Two      16. Very First Date      17. All I Want...      18. ...For Christmas Is You

Andreas watched Eric intensely as the boy was struggling with getting his tight pants up his thighs, a triumphed sound escaping him as he finally got them on and sat down on the bed pulling on his socks too.

“I remembered something,” Andreas commented, smiling slyly when Eric wonderingly looked over his shoulder on the man. “You never gave me anything for Christmas. That’s very mean after getting all those things from me.”

A huge grin spread across Eric’s face as he moved up on the bed, crawling on all four over to Andreas, kissing him softly. Giggling quietly, the teenager tugged on Andreas’ boxers, looking mischievously on the man when Andreas tried to pull him closer, smirking.

“I thought you would never ask.” Eric smirked while picking up his cell phone, quickly dialing in a number, and pressing the phone to his ear, his smirk growing when his boss answered. “Hi Boney, Andy figured that I didn’t give him any present…”

”So you take the day off?” Andreas could hear Bone laugh warm, apparently here was something they had kept secret together. ”Okay, good luck.”

“Thank-o.” Giggling Eric hung up, nibbling on Andreas’ bottom lip before moving away. “Wait here, and don’t laugh!”

“What? No, stay!” Andreas laughed when Eric started to walk out through the room, smiling widely when the boy stopped in the doorway. “What are you up to?”

“Well… what do you always ask from me?”

“To stop teasing?”

“No!” Eric giggled, leaning against the door. “What to wear, when I… y’know, strip for you.”

“Oh. Oh!” Andreas smirked, nodding slightly. “That sounds… nice… But why would I laugh about that?”

“Well… remember me being out with Sara taking photos?”

The man nodded, he remembered how proud he had been that Eric had at least dared to take some pictures that maybe would make it to ads or something else.

Especially one of them was Andreas’ favorite, it showed Eric holding a long stick behind his head, pressing against his neck, his hands leaning over it and with his face turned away from the camera, just showing out the slim body of a young teenager.

Sara had got two companies already asking for the picture, and 45% of what they paid Sara’s studio would go to Eric. When Eric had seen the price, he had been seconds away from passing out and the closest three hours after that he had been walking around with eyes of the shape of plates.

“She went shopping with me too, and we bought some things we thought that you would like, liking the kink.” Eric blushed slightly. “But I’m not so sure anymore, so that’s why you’re not allowed to laugh.”

“Okay.” Andreas smiled, his thoughts already wandering away to places were they should not be when Eric was standing there looking nervous and expecting like that. “I’ll do my best. Now get done! This is what I mean with teasing!”

“You told me to stay!” Eric protested, though he quickly shred away from the room.

Impatiently Andreas laid down on the bed, wondering what Eric could add to it to make it more kinky. Not that the school uniform itself was very kinky, but thinking about how much of a turn on it was for Andreas to see the teenager in those clothes… how much more kinky could it get?

He knew that he should not think about it in that way, but to be honest Eric was the only one that he actually found it erotic on.

It felt as if at least one hour has passed until Eric came back, when it really when it really was just maximum 20 minutes, or… the boy didn’t really came into the room, Andreas could hear how he had stopped right outside the door and nervously was shifting his weight from one foot to another, as if not being sure if he would walk in or not.

“Sweetie, I won’t laugh.”

“You better not, then I’ll never let you fuck me again.” Eric muttered. None of them commented the fact that Eric never would keep that promise.

Smiling, Andreas shook his head when he heard Eric take a deep breath and soon he stepped inside, the man’s smile fading away and his breathe hitching up in his throat by seeing Eric.

The sight would have made him laugh, or smirk, if it had been on anyone else than Eric. It fitted the teenage boy almost perfectly, his soft female features helping it, and the small blush creeping over the boy’s pale cheeks was helping in even more.

The black hair was styled in two pony tails at his sides, not having it cut in all too long time, making it long and slightly wild, looking just perfect on Eric with those ponytails.

Eric was dressed in a school uniform, but not the one he used to wear in school, but one that obviously had been bought in the store, and it was not the normal pants he wore, but a skirt.

The short armed button-up shirt was white, whilst the tie and skirt was plaid in various blue colors and in black. When Andreas let his gaze wander down for a second, he saw that the boy had white socks going up to his knees.

He looked so much like a young and innocent little school girl that Andreas found it hard to imagine that it really was the boy that lived with him for nearly two months.

Not even three months. Andreas thought, some part in the back of his brain focusing on the fact though he really didn’t cared. It went so fast, it feels longer.

“Sorry, I… if-if you don’t like it I’ll change.” Blushing Eric did an attempt to turn around, watching the man stare at him without the boy being able to read out what he was thinking.

“Hell you won’t.” Andreas mumbled, sliding lower down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. “You’ll dance for me. Just after giving me that camera.”

Round eyed Eric looked behind him, giggling, slightly embarrassed when seeing the camera Sara and Cary had bought him. Though he still did as the man had ordered, taking up the camera and turned it on and held it out for the man to take.

Smiling Andreas accepted it, catching up Eric’s hand to press a light kiss against the wrist, his tongue flickering over the skin getting the boy’s already so red cheeks take a deeper color of red.

“You like it?” Eric whispered, his fingers playing hesitatingly with strands of the man’s raven black hair, still unsure if this was right.

“Fuck yeah.” Andreas breathed out, his fingers sliding curiously over the plaid skirt feeling it tickle inside of him by the imaginations of what they could, no would, do with Eric wearing that. “Remind me to thank the girls.”

Giggling Eric backed away, biting down on his bottom lip when Andreas leaned back and put the camera on the night stand, smiling mischievously and slyly when seeing it blink red, meaning that it would start to tape soon.

To be dressed out to a girl like this was almost scaring Eric, especially that it did fit him and that Andreas seemed to find such a liking in it that he even wanted to tape it.

“C’mon,” Andreas smirked, licking around his lips. “Start dancing for me.”

Slowly Eric started to move as he always did for Andreas, acting a bit differently now when being in these clothes, but the moves Andreas always found so sensual were close to the same as always.

A teasing smile hinted over the teenager’s fully lips when he could really see how Andreas was growing hard by watching Eric, his breathing sounding more ragged as Eric worked slowly on the buttons of the shirt, his hips still moving to a rhythm only existing in his own head he slid it off.

If the older man’s heart wouldn’t have been beating so fast it would probably have stopped beating when Eric exposed his milk white skin for the man. It was not a new sight, but with the boy being dressed like this and with that faux innocent smile it made more to Andreas imagination than if Eric would have laid completely naked under him.

Eric’s confident grew by seeing the man being so hypnotized by his moves, nothing else than Eric and his body seemed to exist for Andreas as the teenager bent over and graciously got out of his socks, standing in only the plaid skirt and tie.

That was too much for Andreas, he sat up and before Eric could react he had even stood up and grabbed on to the boy. A surprised and amused squeal coming from Eric as he got lifted up briefly and soon got thrown down on the bed, giggling loudly when Andreas in one swift motion pulled of the skirt and moved on top of the teenager.

“Andy! I wasn’t done!” Eric laughed, giggling when feeling Andreas kiss him hurriedly over his neck as he was pulling down his own boxers with help from Eric.

“In my opinion you were.” Andreas smirked, lifting himself up a little to be able and look at the teenager as positioning right, breathing hard when he saw Eric shudder by expectations. “God you’re beautiful Eric.”

“I wasn’t done…” Eric mumbled, bending up his legs as trying to slid lower down. “I’d take care of you… it would be mine gift to you.”

“Who cares, having you is a better gift.” Smiling Andreas leaned down, catching up Eric’s lips in a deep kiss before he could answer, the kiss deepening with their tongues rubbing passionately against each other's as Andreas bucked his hips forward, slowly inching into the boy.

“Okay fine.” Eric moaned, his heels digging into the man’s sides as he threw his head back, fighting his urges to move his hips up against Andreas’. “But then I’ll ride?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause my gift from you should be to let me decide.” Smirking Andreas pushed deeper into the boy, biting back a moan by the feeling of Eric and how the boy was looking under him now. “Just let me have you now, no protesting, no nothing – just you moaning under me.”

With widened eyes, Eric bit down on his bottom lip by the harsh tone of the words, though the words were still so soft that they only sounded sounding erotic in Eric’s ears. Quickly Eric reached up, his arms wrapping around Andreas’ neck as pulling the man down for a deep kiss, his hips bucking up as he was clawing over the Andreas’ skin.

It was obvious that they both had known that Eric would do whatever Andreas said as soon as the man had grabbed onto him.

-_-_-_-_-

Breathing heavily Andreas reached out to the camera, pressing down the button that turned the camera off, before looking down at the young boy curled up by his side.

Purring softly Eric stretched out his legs, his face turning to look at Andreas that once again laid his arm around his thin body, pulling him closer for a soft kiss to the teen’s lips. When pulling away again Eric rubbed with his nose against the man’s collarbone, murmuring quietly while laying his head in a comfortable position.

“Thanks.” Andreas mumbled, his fingers sliding softly through Eric’s ruffled hair.

“What for?” Eric asked, his voice sounding tired, like always in situations like these as Andreas quickly had taken notice of.

“For my present. I couldn’t have got anything better.”

“You’re welcome.” Eric giggled.

Smiling Andreas let his fingers play with the textile of the tie still being knotted around one of Eric’s wrists. They had just discovered that ties were good things when it came to tying Eric’s arms up.

If asking his friends, they would say that Andreas always had love for things of the more kinky style, though if he would have a word in it, he would declaim that it was Eric that tempted out his more kinky sides. Something with the boy just made him want to do things like that for the fun of it, not just because of a half hearted tries thinking that you at least should have tested it.

The best for Andreas was that Eric was so oblivious over the fact Andreas had not done some of the things that he did with Eric. Since for the teenager Andreas seemed so sure and confident in what he did that Eric assumed that he was just next someone out of all those the older man had slept with that he did it with, or on.

Though, for some reason Andreas did not like that Eric thought that the man had tested so much with many else, something being new for him since most of the times he used to keep what he thought and felt secrete. But with Eric it would not do so much if the boy figured, they had already been acting more like a couple in two months than Andreas had done with his former boyfriend – that he had been together with for three years.

“How are you feeling?” Andreas asked softly, not wanting the boy to fall asleep again after just having been awake a few hours.

“Dazzled.” Eric answered sincerely, taking a deep breath ending up in a yawn. “Why?”

“Just wondering…” Andreas sighed. “You know, we need to talk. There’s something I’ve been wondering about for quite a while.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Andreas could hear in the boy’s voice that he did not really pay any attention to what was said, he just wanted to go sleep and wake up completely rested out, and preferably ready for a new round.

“Why did you let me take you virginity after just having met me twice?”

Eric’s body tensed up, Andreas could feel how Eric’s grip tightened almost unnoticeably over him as the boy was thinking hard. If Andreas knew him enough, he would know that the teenager was just now thinking whether he would tell Andreas the truth or just say that he didn’t want to talk about it.

Though hoping for the opposite, he was pretty sure over that Eric would chose alternative two.

“You were nice to me.” Eric finally said, not looking up or acknowledging that he noticed how Andreas flinched from surprise a little that he actually answered him. “When I said that I didn’t do anything the first time, you actually listened… that felt cool… and you were just… y’know, so nice to me.”

“So the fact that I was nice to you is the reason for you letting me take what you should have give to someone you really love?” Andreas tried to stop his voice from sounding all too bitter.

“Don’t romanticize it, sex has nothing to do with romance…” Eric smirked sadly. “It’s just sex, it’s always just sex.”

“What are you meaning with that?”

“That people are seeing sex as something dirty, or romantic, when it’s neither.” Eric looked up on Andreas, having that serious look on his face that Andreas thought never fitted his features very well. “Sex is an act, something spun of the moment, right? You learned me that.”

“Sometimes even I can be wrong.”

“Andy, the reason why I let you take my virginity was because you are the only one that hasn’t forced me to actually do anything. When I said that I needed a place to stay you told me to have the couch, you didn’t say ‘just if you blow me’ or something like that as London or his friends would have said.”

Tilting his head to the side Eric smiled, and for the first time Andreas noticed how brightly the teenager’s eyes really could glitter when looking on the other man, he also realized that Eric’s smile made all his worries disappear. And he had not even known that he had any worries.

“Are you sure that it’s not just something you’re saying?” It felt like it was needed to be asked, though Andreas already knew the answer.

“Yes.” Smiling Eric pressed his lips gently against Andreas’, smirking mischievous as they pulled away. “What about you, why did you take me home to you when you did not even plan to fuck my cute little bum?”

“Actually that was exactly what I wanted.” Andreas snickered, shaking his head, amused when Eric hit him over his arm, offended. “But I was not planning to actually do it, and right then I just wanted you to get away from that bartender. Him hurting you scared me.”

“You didn’t knew me.”

“I do now.”

“But not then, you were nice without really having any reason to it.” Eric looked thoughtful. “I think that you being you and being so nice is why I like you so much.”

Andreas just nodded, not knowing if it would be really safe to say that he liked Eric too, when he finally decided he realized that it had passed too much time and that Eric was softly sleeping with his cheek resting over the man’s chest.

“I like you too,” Andreas whispered, carefully tugging off the tie from around the teenager’s wrist. “A bit more than I should.”

In his sleep Eric smiled, he would have nice dreams.

Authors Note;
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Sorry?
I know I'm a lazy ass when it comes to updates, I know I know I know.
Though a thing that can make it go faster is to let you vote:
Either I'll have all the chapters beta'd making the updates go looong between.
Or I won't have someone beta them and then the updates will come quicker.
Your choice, and so so so sorry for being so late. -_-"