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Birthday Present

#3

I was half expecting I would either be repulsed and possibly vomit, or (y/n) would push me off and beat the shit out of me. He was a scrappy motherfucker and had given me a wicked shiner once. But neither of those things happened.

Instead, I felt the same rush I did when I kissed a woman roughly and enjoyed it. And (y/n) was good at it, really good. I pushed my tongue in his mouth wanting more, deeper, harder, faster. I felt one of his big hands under my shirt, scratching my stomach. I felt his other hand squeeze my cock through my pants and I groaned, but (y/n) stopped moving and pulled away.

“Andy, shit, are you ok?” (y/n) looked worried. What? Did I do something fucked up already?

“What do you mean? Do guys kiss differently? Uh, shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I hadn’t thought to ask that, I had no idea. (y/n)’s eyebrows shot up, amused, but still worried.

“No, you fucking moron! I mean, you have a fucking massive boner!” He gestured at my cock like it was offensive.

“So what? I’m turned on? Isn’t that the point? What the fuck, (y/n)?” I got up off of him, sitting up, grabbing a cigarette, and lit it in a huff.

(y/n) sat up, looking confused. He scooted over to me on his butt and put a hand on my arm. “Dude, I think I’m missing something. I just wasn’t expecting that. I mean, I thought you were straight, Andy? What are we going for here? Just talk to me, ok?”

I tried to turn and glare at (y/n), but the sincerity in his eyes instantly took the wind out of my sails. Dammit. “I don’t fucking know, (y/n). I know I want to fuck a guy for Juliet for her birthday, because I love her. And you are the only man I feel comfortable with for that, the only one I trust. But I also don’t want to just, like, be some shithead that’s using you for, you know, your butt, all because of my girlfriend.” At that, we both laughed. “I mean, I feel like I’m straight. I have never really been into guys, (y/n). But you’re one of my best friends, man. You’re a beautiful person, even if you are a dude. What you said really made me think, I just… I can’t just be, like, plowing you, thinking about pussy. That would be fucked."

“I wanted to at least try and, you know, see if I could get wood while I was thinking about you. You know, like, get into the whole man-on-man action thing. I’ve never tried it before, but I wanted to give it my best to have gay ass-sex like two dudes who are having sex for pleasure, instead of punishment.” (y/n) had looked touched, but now he snorted.

“Andy, when you put it like that, I mean, yes, you are really hot, but that makes it sound so unappealing-“ I lightly shoved him.

“-Will you shut up? Anyways, it worked, you fucking dick, I got hard as a rock, and now I’m totally embarrassed and self-conscious and worried that I’m secretly gay. And I’ve lost my mojo. Douche-bag!” I punched (y/n) in the arm, smiling.

(y/n) was beaming. “Holy shit! I turned you on?!?” He looked so excited, his eyes wide, he was practically bouncing up and down where he sat. It was fucking adorable. I nodded and rolled my eyes, pointing at my boner, which had still managed to persist for the most part. “Fuck, Andy!”

Then (y/n)’s demeanor changed, just subtly. Somehow, his eyelashes seemed longer, his lips fuller. His hair had been coiffed, now it seemed more tousled. His mouth now looked like the perfect place to stick my cock. His hands looked so nimble, I wondered how long it would take him to undo my pants. I wondered if (y/n) could find my prostate…

“If you want to try things that way, ok. You let me know when you want to stop, ok?” I nodded as (y/n) took the cigarette from my hand and stubbed it out. I was impatient, drunk, and horny. I took his face in my hands and kissed him again, more gently this time. (y/n) had soft lips, I made myself wait until he parted them for me to find his tongue with mine.

The pressure in my pants begged for attention, but I made myself ignore it, for now. I wouldn’t rush (y/n) and I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I felt his smooth chest, curious, feeling his heart beat against my palm. I moved to running my hand along his stomach. It was really crazy toned, he must work out like a motherfucker. I started kissing along his neck and pulled his vest off, (y/n) made a small whimper. “Andy…” I squeezed his narrow hips while I kissed his neck.

“Does that feel good?” I paused, kneeling, unsure and drunk.

(y/n) smiled and it really was beautiful and kind of coy too. “Well, yeah.” His cheeks were pink as he pointed to the tent in his pants, raising his eyebrows. “Are you ok with that?” I figured that perhaps being direct was best in this situation, so I grinned, nodded, and started unbuckling his belt.

“Andy, no-no-no, you really don’t need to do that, it’s not necessary, dude, seriously, uhhhh!” It had made things easier that (y/n) didn’t wear underwear, and I had his cock out in a flash. (y/n) had a pretty impressive dick, just a little longer than mine and just a little thinner- very nice. I was so curious- I started pumping it tentatively, watching (y/n)’s face. I was pleased when I felt it get even harder and I saw pre-cum at the tip. Well, this inquiring mind wanted to know.

“(y/n), lay down.” He looked at me for a second, blinking, trying to concentrate as I worked his shaft.

“We, we need lube, Andy, fuck, mmmph…” I smiled and pushed him on his back, making him lie on the floor.

“Not for this, it’s just for a second, hold still.” Another expression of concern came across his face as he realized I was intending on blowing him. I shot him a look. “Am I so bad at this that you won’t let me even try?”

(y/n) laid back on his elbows, gazing at me from under his long lashes. “I just want to make sure it’s what you really want, Andy. I don’t want you to regret it later. You’re drunk, dude.” Oh shit, he did have a point about one thing.

“Dude, you’re right, here, come on. ”I stood up, wobbling a little on my feet, and offered (y/n) a hand, who stood next to me, cock hanging out of his pants. “I don’t really want to have sex on the floor.” We both laughed, and then I drew him to me and kissed him. It started a little hesitantly, but soon became fiery and penetrating, intensely erotic. My hands were in his thick hair, I felt his hands on my ass. “I want to fuck you on my bed, (y/n).” He sighed, and I gave his dick a squeeze, making him groan, before taking him by the hand to the bedroom.

Notes

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Comments

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


Hahaha, glad you dug on it. It was one of the first I wrote, so it's a little rough, but I love it just the same. ;3

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/13/17

That was sexy, sweet, awesome, and weirdly gender upsetting all at the same time... translation I LOVED IT NEED MORE *is secretly vibrating in laughter*

@shadowsdied

;3. You're awesome! *fistbump*

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
11/8/16

@smutty pariah

Yes! Finally someone said it! I think its unethical too. And also very disrespectful. People should make up their own 'bad guy'. So, props to you :)

shadowsdied shadowsdied
11/8/16

@shadowsdied


Heh, glad you dug it. But for future reference, I will never write a story that is intentionally disrespectful of any of BVB or their loved ones. I think it's unethical.

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
11/7/16