“Listen, I can’t do this on my own.” 72 sucked in a breath, nodding. “You gotta help me with this.” “What?” Partridge was baffled. “Move a little!” “Hell no! What do you think I am, a – “ “Pretend I’m a tree or some shit.” “Is this a dare?!” 72 didn’t say anything. “This is a dare, isn’t it? And you can’t tell me it is!” “It’s not a dare!” Partridge could tell he was lying. “Just shut the fuck up!” He gripped his legs tighter and thrusted harder. Partridge winced, letting out a breath. “C’mon, pansy.” “Quit calling me that! I don’t even want to be doing this, you’re basically – “ The gun reappeared against his neck, 72 looming over his body as his hips continued to thrust. “Jack,” Partridge tried to start. “Don’t ‘Jack’ me, you can say that when you’re comin’.” He let out a shallow breath, using a free hand to grip his hair. “Come on, now. Move your ass or something.” Partridge swallowed, Adam’s apple vibrating against the shaft of the gun, then carefully moved his thighs upwards. 72 lowered his head, sucking his breath in as he continued. This isn’t so hard, Partridge thought to himself. His head was clearing, and a warm feeling was filling inside him. This is quite nice, he concluded, listening to 72’s grunts and cursing. “Jack,” he tried to say, then suddenly stopped, sensing a feeling. He tightened up, biting his lip, then let out a quick breath, gasping. “Jack,” he repeated. 72 looked up, sweat dropping from his forehead. “What?” he demanded. Partridge let out another breath, then felt himself finish, loosening as he did, then let his joints fall limp on the bed. 72 let out a shaky sigh and pulled out slowly, then stood to his knees and finished himself off, releasing onto the sheets before falling back on his ankles. After some silence, both men relishing in the post-coital bliss, 72 leaned down and pulled a knife from his pants, sawing the rope in half and freeing Partridge’s arms. Partridge rubbed his wrists, slowly sitting up. “Now get out,” 72 demanded, shoving him off the bed. He tripped to his feet and winced, grabbing his ass. “Hold on just a moment,” he demanded. “You just fucked me up the ass and now you just tell me to – “ “I finished the dare,” 72 said shortly, “I made you come without using a tree in any way.” “A – That was the dare?!” Partridge felt his cheeks flush. “To – That sort of – Who in the…!” “It was just an anon. Dunno who she was.” “So it was Apprentice!” “You think I wouldn’t recognize her?!” Partridge sighed, shrugging. “Jesus. Get the fuck out. God, I need a smoke.” Partridge picked his coat off the floor and pulled his tobacco from it, offering it to him. “Not from you!” “It was just a polite offer,” he snapped, taking the bag back and carefully putting on the coat and his pants. “Let’s avoid each other from now on,” he stated simply, buttoning the pants. “Deal?” “Deal. Get the fuck out.”
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for jay the second half! now it is neat and orderly and together
Date: 2011-05-30 09:38 pm (UTC)“What?” Partridge was baffled.
“Move a little!”
“Hell no! What do you think I am, a – “
“Pretend I’m a tree or some shit.”
“Is this a dare?!” 72 didn’t say anything. “This is a dare, isn’t it? And you can’t tell me it is!”
“It’s not a dare!” Partridge could tell he was lying. “Just shut the fuck up!” He gripped his legs tighter and thrusted harder. Partridge winced, letting out a breath. “C’mon, pansy.”
“Quit calling me that! I don’t even want to be doing this, you’re basically – “ The gun reappeared against his neck, 72 looming over his body as his hips continued to thrust. “Jack,” Partridge tried to start.
“Don’t ‘Jack’ me, you can say that when you’re comin’.” He let out a shallow breath, using a free hand to grip his hair. “Come on, now. Move your ass or something.” Partridge swallowed, Adam’s apple vibrating against the shaft of the gun, then carefully moved his thighs upwards. 72 lowered his head, sucking his breath in as he continued. This isn’t so hard, Partridge thought to himself. His head was clearing, and a warm feeling was filling inside him. This is quite nice, he concluded, listening to 72’s grunts and cursing. “Jack,” he tried to say, then suddenly stopped, sensing a feeling. He tightened up, biting his lip, then let out a quick breath, gasping. “Jack,” he repeated. 72 looked up, sweat dropping from his forehead.
“What?” he demanded. Partridge let out another breath, then felt himself finish, loosening as he did, then let his joints fall limp on the bed. 72 let out a shaky sigh and pulled out slowly, then stood to his knees and finished himself off, releasing onto the sheets before falling back on his ankles. After some silence, both men relishing in the post-coital bliss, 72 leaned down and pulled a knife from his pants, sawing the rope in half and freeing Partridge’s arms. Partridge rubbed his wrists, slowly sitting up. “Now get out,” 72 demanded, shoving him off the bed. He tripped to his feet and winced, grabbing his ass.
“Hold on just a moment,” he demanded. “You just fucked me up the ass and now you just tell me to – “
“I finished the dare,” 72 said shortly, “I made you come without using a tree in any way.”
“A – That was the dare?!” Partridge felt his cheeks flush. “To – That sort of – Who in the…!”
“It was just an anon. Dunno who she was.”
“So it was Apprentice!”
“You think I wouldn’t recognize her?!” Partridge sighed, shrugging. “Jesus. Get the fuck out. God, I need a smoke.” Partridge picked his coat off the floor and pulled his tobacco from it, offering it to him. “Not from you!”
“It was just a polite offer,” he snapped, taking the bag back and carefully putting on the coat and his pants. “Let’s avoid each other from now on,” he stated simply, buttoning the pants. “Deal?”
“Deal. Get the fuck out.”