Fiction~~He Smiled
| He Smiled |
Ewan
swallowed, leaning back against the compound’s wall and clutching the
heavy earthen jug to his chest with pale arms.
“You
want me to go…out there?” His voice cracked on the question and he
looked to the side at the man who had become his father. He’d
had almost eight years to get used to the large Rations Master, but
there were times when the miser still surprised him. He
really should have known better than to think he would be all
right.
He should have expected something
like this.
When the second colony ship
had crashed, taking Ewan’s mother and father with it, he’d still had
hope. A few escape pods had made it to the ground; they could
have been in one of them. But as the months passed, only a
handful from the other ship had trickled in, telling stories of wild
beasts and man-eating predators, both in the jungle and within the
waterways. He and the other orphans left over from the crash
had finally been assigned a ‘new’ parent, someone who was single and
wasn’t already burdened by a child.
And like many of
the surprised guardians, Richard had taken out his displeasure over the
situation on Ewan.
Ewan had survived it, though. He
hadn’t rebelled and ended banished from the colony, tossed into the
jungle to be heard screaming at night and never seen again.
As long as he tried to follow his guardian’s orders, he couldn’t be
banished. So he’d taken it all - the small rations of food,
the cold from lack of warm clothes, the beatings – and it would all end
within weeks. He was so close to being seen as an adult
within the colony, when no one could ever hurt him again without him
being able to fight back. Next week was even when Richard
would have to start building him his own home. The last thing
a parent was required: building a separate dwelling for their child
once they’d matured.
Only he didn’t think Richard
had done what he was supposed to. He had never seen the man
putting aside the materials, not to mention talking to the others who
had the skills he’d need. Ewan had been wondering what was
going to happen when the day of building came. Now he thought
he might know.
Ewan was expected to die
today.
With his mouth dry with fear,
Ewan pushed his body against the wooden compound wall, trying to stick
there. Blue eyes stared out past the flattened field
surrounding them, into the shadowed canopy of thousands of trees. “I
can’t go into the jungle right now; it’s almost dark.”
“I’m
aware of that,” Richard snapped, giving him a hard shove away from the
wall. Ewan fell to his knees, just catching the jar before it
landed on the ground. He pushed himself up on slender legs as
his father continued.
“I’ve been working my ass
off all day, unlike a lazy bum like you, and I want a damn
bath. The women say I can’t have any more of the water in the
compound, so you go fetch me some from the river or you can stay out
here and rot for all I care.”
Ewan
trembled. If he argued, Richard might beat him so badly he’d
barely be able to move. But he couldn’t do this. He
didn’t want to die. “B-but…it’s almost a mile away. It’ll be
dark before I get back and…”
“Then you’d better walk
fast, hadn’t you?” Richard smirked at him and turned, gesturing to the
guards to close the gates behind him. They didn’t even give
Ewan a sympathetic look before they did as they were
requested. No one interfered with another’s parenting: that
was rule number one. Personal control over one’s own family
was one of the major reasons this colony had left earth for new land in
the first place. One of their first laws forbade any
interference into family affairs. While that seemed to work well for
many of the families, it seemed to him that such complete autonomy had
only made things intolerable for a large number of the orphans, himself
included.
And now…he stared out into the
impenetrable greens and purples of the heavy jungle ferns and swallowed
again. He could do this. He didn’t have a
choice. He might hate Richard, but he could only be free of
him if he made it into adulthood. He grit his teeth, forcing himself to
move, no matter how much his legs shook.
“I
won’t die,” he said fiercely, beginning to walk across the cleared
space around the fort’s walls and into the deeper foliage.
Drawing on the same hard place inside that helped him get back up after
Richard knocked him down, Ewan kept moving. The rough hemp of
the jug’s strap cut into the palm of his hand already as the container
constantly caught on branches and vines while he pushed his way along
the faint path that some of the guards used when they did early morning
perimeter checks. It would likely be bloody by the time he
carried it all the way back.
By the time he got to
the edge of the river, it was nearly dusk. His breath was
coming in huge gulping pants as tried to brave the water and actually
fill his jug. He’d heard of some of the things that swam in
the water: huge, armored creatures with large teeth that could swallow
a person whole. Snakes that would wrap around you and squeeze
until your eyes popped.
It nearly took everything
he had to crouch down long enough for the container to fill.
He dragged it up onto the bank, grunting and straining. Sweat
was running down his pale face as he took a moment to catch his
breath. Glancing up at the dimly lit sky, he took one
exhausted breath before trying to figure out how he was going to get
back to the compound. Merely lifting up full jug, his arms
immediately felt like they were going to be pulled from their
sockets. He usually fetched water closer to home, a few trips
at a time; something this large weighed so much he could barely move
it. Looking around, he spotted a stump right next to the
water and moved the jug on top, panting. If he could just get
it on top of his shoulder, he could move faster and might actually make
it back before his arms gave out.
It
took precious minutes, but crouching down and carefully pulling the
heavy jug over finally worked. He stood with a
groan. It was still going to be damn hard work, but he could
do this.
He had to.
The light was
so dim he could hardly see the trail, he noticed, but he could do
this. The thought was still echoing in his head when
something huge and darkly furred leapt out at him from behind a
tree. Glowing green eyes, glaring hatefully, swept towards
him and he screamed as it leapt up to go for his throat.
He
was still stepping back from the thing as it slashed near his shoulder
instead, mistaking the pot for another head. It knocked off
the jug, clawing at it and screeching as it fell into the
water. He stumbled on the bank, arms waving desperately as he
tried to keep his balance, and then he was in the water along with his
attacker.
And then he should have died.
****
He
still didn’t know why he hadn’t. The rest of that night was
literally a blur. First, because he honestly hadn’t been able
to see much in the near-dark. Second, because he’d been lucky
enough to scrabble his way onto a small, brushy tree that had been
floating in an eddy near the shore. He’d heard the thing that
attacked him screaming, thrashing in the water as something had savaged
it. He was sure he’d be next. His small hiding spot
was only inches above the water. Frozen and still, he’d kept
silent as his make-shift raft had been pushed back into the main
current of the river by all the movement near the shore.
He’d
been trapped on it that entire night, his eyes scanning the dark
uselessly as he hoped to God that nothing could sniff him out and come
out to get him. The next day he’d contemplated trying to get
off and swim to shore, until he’d seen a brilliant orange bird land on
the water. There was a large splash, a roar, and all that was
left of the bird was one feather floating in the current.
He’d stayed on that day, terrified every time he’d dared to dip his
hand into the water for a sip to wet his parched throat. The
next night was a repeat of the first, and finally in the morning the
tree had drifted near shore again, its branches scraping along the
bottom.
At first, he’d been too stiff
with fear and cramped muscles to try and go the last few feet
separating him from the land. In his head, he continued to
hear the screams of the creature that had attacked him. But when the
branch anchoring the tree snapped and it slowly began to move again, he
leapt into the water and thrashed his way onto the bank of the river.
He’d
scrambled far enough from the water that nothing could see him from the
river, he hoped, and then he’d collapsed on shaky legs. The
thought of trying to make his way all the way back up river to the
compound was beyond daunting. He wiped at his eyes, trying to
stop the tears as he looked around him now that he was no longer on the
water.
How was he going to get back?
Two
weeks later, he still wasn’t sure. He was alive, which was a
miracle in and of itself, but trying to follow the river had been too
dangerous. Everything came to the river, eventually, and there’d been
too many close calls when he tried to stay close enough to hear the
water as it thundered by. He’d been traveling farther away, trying to
go in the same direction, and creeping as carefully as he could back to
the river to check if he was still paralleling it.
He
still wondered if it even mattered. Would he recognize the
river near the compound if he was near it? Even getting back
was something that hardly seemed worth it sometimes. What was
waiting for him? Richard? The other adults who had
stood by and watched while his father knocked him to the ground when he
spilled a glass of water? Was that so much better?
Better
than being dead, he tried to remind himself. He’d have a
home; Richard would have to build it when Ewan got
back. It would be something. Right now,
he had to concentrate on staying alive.
And he
wanted to be around people again. Whether he liked them or
not, he’d never felt so alone, for so long. It was starting
to affect his mind. He’d started to fantasize about the
compound, thinking that maybe there was just one person who might care
that he was gone, someone who would hold him when he got
back. Someone who would tell him it was all going to be all
right. Someone who actually thought about him.
Knowing
that no one like that existed made him frightened when he started
thinking like that. A sane person wouldn’t imagine that type of thing,
would he? His deepest fear, the one that crept in at night
when he huddled up in the trees, was that he wouldn’t even have his
sanity by the time he made it back, even if he did make it
back. He was so tense every moment that he startled at the
merest rustle of a leaf. He’d found only a few bits of plants
that he knew were edible, and he had no idea how to hunt for anything
more mobile. The compound hunters only went after larger
animals, so you had to be an adult to join in. He hadn’t been
allowed to participate yet. And he was terrified that if he
used something to lure an animal close, it would be something that
would eat him rather than the other way around.
He
was so hungry all the time that his stomach was a numbing ache inside
his belly. At least it was still the summer here; he wasn’t
cold. Thank God; he hardly had any clothes left. His shoes had been
lost in the river, not that he’d worn them much at home anyway; at
least his feet were already fairly tough. His pants had
snarled on a thorn bush the first day after the river, and he’d had to
strip out of them just to extricate himself. And then
something had attacked from one end of the brush and he’d had to run
and leave them behind. His shirt was tied around his hips now
as a pretty ridiculous replacement. He needed it,
though. He just had to be a bit creative. With the
arms tied around his waist and the body of it hanging like a flap, he
had to decide which end it covered: his backside when he sat, or his
groin when he was walking into the heavy underbrush areas.
It
felt normal now to be constantly wary, listening for every sound,
noticing the shadows around him. In some ways, having to
judge Richard’s moods to try and avoid a beating might have actually
helped him survive. But he would love to have been able to
relax for a brief second. Just one. He was so damn
tired, so tense he couldn’t even sleep normally.
The
past two days had been worse than usual. Something was
watching him; he knew it. There were too many signs to
ignore. Small moments when the insects stopped and the birds
were silent, even though Ewan hadn’t moved. Brief shifts in
the shadows at the corners of his eyes. At night as he tried
to make himself as small as possible in a fork of the smaller trees, he
would swear he was feeling something look at him.
Except
if he was being stalked by an animal, why hadn’t he been attacked
yet? Practically everything on the planet could eat him up
and spit him out without a problem; there should hardly be a pause
between stalking and attacking.
So what was coming
after him?
He heard the insects pause again as he
sat huddling underneath one of the larger trees, eating a handful of
berries with frantic hands, shoving them in his mouth as his eyes
scanned the undergrowth around him. He thought it was the
stalker again, and as he got on his haunches to make his way out of the
area, something dropped onto him. He was knocked to the
ground so hard it left him stunned for one critical moment. A
thick weight smothered his lungs as he tried to struggle against coils
that wrapped around him more rapidly than he could move, and he
wriggled desperately. He didn’t want to die now!
His
legs kicked, free but useless as they scrabbled against hard
scales. His arms were bound up against his stomach,
unbearable pressure forcing them to dig into his soft tissues as his
air was forced out little by little. He was going to die, he
thought, his awareness fading. His mind was fuzzy, blurred as
something else dropped to the ground next to him and there was a rush
of movement to the side. He vaguely heard a sharp, angry
scream and his body was flung sideways as he was suddenly
freed. Pushing to his feet, bracing himself against a tree,
he stood swaying as it felt like all his blood rushed into his head,
his lungs working like bellows to try and draw air into them.
He managed a few steps as he stumbled to keep upright, and then he
stared. The thing that had been crushing him was dead, its
snake-like head nearly sawed off, and holding the bloody weapon that
had done it was….
A boy?
It
was another person. It had to be. He was saved! His
jubilant exclamation of thanks never made it past his lips as he looked
at him. The face looking at him was completely, utterly
foreign to him.
He didn’t know this boy.
And
that wasn’t possible. He knew everyone in the compound. He knew
everyone! It had been so long since he’d met someone new that he didn’t
even remember what it felt like. And it felt terrifying, no matter how
happy he was to find another human being in this hellacious
jungle.
Who was this?
Still
gasping for air, he stared at him. The body in front of him
was a bit larger than his, skin a deep sepia, wiry, and a hell of a lot
tougher looking. Dark eyes stared at him, black hair pulled
back messily from a lean face that showed no expression. He
had on a small leather cloth in between his legs and over his hips, but
his bare chest was tanned and striped with scar tissue. Ewan
tried to speak and couldn’t make a sound.
The
boy stepped towards him, bringing up the sharp tip of a crude,
wood-like blade as he advanced, and Ewan backed up until his back hit
the tree behind him.
“Whatever I did,
I’m sorry!” Ewan held up his hands automatically to try and
guard his face. The boy didn’t stop his advance,
his eyes so dark as he crept forward that they looked black.
It scared Ewan more than the snake had. “I- I’m from the
colony ship’s compound! I’m not trying
to--- I’m just passing through! Please, if you get
out of the way, I-I’ll leave!“
He didn’t
want to, though. He hadn’t seen anyone in two whole
weeks! He didn’t want to leave the only person he’d seen, but
he’d rather leave than die!
“I’ll just
leave, if you-“
Ewan stopped speaking as a hand
reached out and poked him in the chest. He flinched, his
fists up to fight the boy off. He yelped as they were slapped
aside. The blade shifted until the very tip just brushed over
Ewan’s stomach; he was sure it would gut him if he inhaled to
deeply. Taking shallow breaths, he tried desperately not to
move as a dark, callused hand reached out and brushed over his filthy
brown hair with soft pressure. Curious fingers explored his
face, tracing his eyebrows and cheekbones,
running along his
nose and over his lips. The smell from the other human was
potent: earthy and rich, with the pungency of leather underlying it
all. He had a smear of dark blood trailing up the hand,
blending into his skin, but unlike Ewan, he didn’t seem to be sweating
hardly at all.
And he was still touching
him. Ewan stared into his face, trying to see some faint hint
of sympathy, or even an indication of whether or not he was going to be
killed. There wasn’t much he could figure out. The
only expression was a slight furrowing of dark brows,
guarding the young man’s eyes as he stared everywhere his fingers
touched. He looked…was he mesmerized? If he wasn’t,
Ewan was beginning to feel that way. The heavy touch as it
smoothed across his face, slick with sweat from the humid heat, was
hypnotic. It had been so long since he’d felt the touch of
something that wasn’t hurting him. The spear was there, he
knew it was, but the beauty of simply feeling another human being
distracted him so much he almost forgot about it.
Besides,
the touch of those fingers was more frightening than something sharp,
in its own way. It was affecting his mind as much as it was
his body.
A large thumb ran over his lips and he
tried to draw in his breath. He jumped as the boy took the opportunity
to push the finger into his mouth. His teeth were felt with
the pad of a strong finger; it almost felt like the sharpness of his
teeth was being tested. When the finger withdrew and brushed
his own saliva across his lower lip, Ewan’s hands dug into the bark
behind him and he closed his eyes.
The
feel of it was so soft he wanted to press against it. He
started to, and felt the small sharp point against his stomach almost
immediately. He flinched, blinking at the reminder.
What
was he doing?
It didn’t matter if this boy’s touch
was really, really arousing; he, and his weapon, were really, really
frightening!
Almost as if his thoughts controlled
it, the weapon slowly lowered, moving away from Ewan’s abdomen as the
other boy leaned forward close to his face, inhaling carefully as his
fingers still fluttered over his skin. Ewan supposed he
probably smelled as much as the young man did, and not in a good
way. But why was he up so close to him like this?
What was he doing?
He was so close Ewan could see
that the individual pores in his brown-sugar skin. His eyes
were actually a rich, dark brown, with lighter flecks forming a small
star around his iris. His blue-black hair was coarse and
heavy, so thick it seemed to flow down his back after the tie holding
it at his nape. His breathing was deep and even, a
counterpoint to Ewan’s still-desperate gasping.
He
didn’t seem worried about Ewan’s presence at all.
Staring
up into his eyes, though, Ewan couldn’t say the same. His
body felt over sensitive and strange, like every nerve except for the
ones underneath those searching hands had disappeared. He was still
staring when the fingers touching him left and something dark and sweet
was slipped into his mouth. Saliva pooling in his mouth at
the taste. Oh God, was it food? He was still so
hungry… Holding up a piece of something brown and dried, the
boy bit off a piece and then pressed the rest into Ewan’s mouth
again. Ewan moaned, chewing blissfully. He tried to
reach for another piece as the boy pulled it from a pouch tied to his
loincloth, and had his hands slapped away again. He would
have fought him, just for a chance at food again, except the small slap
was followed by deft fingers pressing it through his lips. He
flushed a little as he chewed, feeling a bit like a baby bird when
another small piece was brought to his lips and held until he opened
his mouth.
He was looking for
a little more, nervous but hopeful, when the boy stepped away
suddenly. Looked around, his face curled into a silent snarl
and he suddenly yanked Ewan forward. Ewan hit the hard chest
in front of him with a grunt and stumbled as the boy turned them both
and shoved him ahead of him. Ewan tried to protest, loudly,
but as soon as he made a sound, it earned him a growl and a slap to the
back of his head. When he tried again and garnered the same
treatment for his ass, he shut up.
And
slid his shirt around his hips to cover his backside.
And
slid it right back around to the front the first time a branch
bitch-slapped his cock.
The boy behind him had
palmed his backside at that, still pushing him on ahead, but only for
one hot, startling moment, and then he released him. Ewan
wanted to ask him to stop, but as the boy’s body had grown silent and
wary, he couldn’t help feel the same way. The tension from
last two weeks slid back over him so quickly it hurt. His
eyes darting everywhere, he tried to figure out exactly where he was
being herded.
He failed three times, getting a thump
on the head once, and a sharp shove in the right direction the other
two.
At least he hadn’t slapped his backside again,
he thought, resisting the urge to cover it with his hands. He
hadn’t looked back, and he knew the young man had to be watching where
they were going, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that those dark eyes
were watching his ass while they walked.
It freaked
him out, but not enough to keep his arousal completely
dampened. Even the jungle itself didn’t seem to be terrifying
enough to do that. He had a little food in his belly, and he
wasn’t alone.
It was better than anything he’d felt
since he’d fallen in the river.
He
was still moving an hour later when a strong hand jerked hard on his
bicep. Stopping, he was stunned when the boy pointed towards
a truly foul smelling hollow in the ground near some dense
underbrush.
“There? You can’t
expect me to – ow!” This time brought a prodding from the dull side of
the little spear and he stumbled towards the disgusting hole.
He turned around to protest and looked into the sharper end this
time. Calm eyes glanced at him before looking around them
with a practiced sweep. Ewan bit his lip before looking back
at the vine covered…hole.
Bad smells
aren’t worth dying for, he reminded himself. He just wished
he knew what was going on. He hadn’t been hurt, and he didn’t
want to be, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
What did this – person – want with him?
Imagining
the feel of that hand over his face, and his bottom, Ewan
swallowed. Was that what the boy wanted?
Him?
With
a shudder that was a toss up between fear and curiosity, he bent low to
go through the vine strewn darkness that looked like a small entrance
to a burrow. There were mushrooms growing all around the
entrance, obviously the source of the smell, and he tried not to vomit
from the stench. He went only a few feet before he hit a
barrier that...clanged?
The boy crept up behind him,
shoving him to the side and holding the spear to his chest while he
pressed a few panels on a metal wall embedded at the end of the small
tunnel. After a few seconds, part of the wall slid aside and
Ewan was poked and prodded some more until he crawled in and found
himself in a large metal room with rounded walls. Furs
covered the floor, along with a small collection of primitive spears
and knives along one wall.
Ewan stared around him,
his head spinning as it tried to figure out where the hell he was, and
what the hell this place was, when he saw a small clear plastic
embedded on the back of the door.
“Emergency
Landing Instructions,” he read slowly, and suddenly he looked around
him more closely, looking for confirmation.
“Shit,
this is one of the escape pods! You’re from the other colony
sh- aaagh!” He fell onto his ass among the furs as the boy gave him a
shove. He’d already put his weapon against the wall with the
others, on the far side from Ewan, and Ewan looked up at him, shocked.
He
was one of them. He should have been with the colony this
whole time. Ewan could have been friends with him…all these
years. And this boy had been alone this entire
time. Two weeks suddenly seemed pathetic as something to
complain about.
“Uh.. uh hi.” He tried to
scoot back while he attempted to think, but the boy was just too
close. His crotch was right at eye level and that was
impossible to ignore.
It was quite… enlarged right
now.
“Um, I’m Ewan.”
A body
crouched in front of him and stared while he swallowed. It
was really warm inside the capsule, really, now that he noticed it.
“Uh…Ewan.”
He pointed to himself, feeling ridiculous. “That’s
me. Ewan. I’m Ewan.”
A grunt and
then…the voice. Deep and gravelly, barely used, the sexiest
thing Ewan had ever heard. It instantly upped the age of the boy into
‘man’ category.
“Ewan.”
Ewan
nodded nervously.
“Jordan.”
That
was all. No gesturing or other sounds, just the one word.
“Th-that’s
you? Jordan?” He didn’t get a nod, but there was
look in his eyes that seemed like confirmation.
“Uh,
well, J-Jordan, if you’re not going to k-kill me or anything, maybe you
could help me? I need to get home. You know that
word? Home? I need – uh. What
are you doing now? That is…”
Ewan smiled tentatively
until Jordan crawled over and discarded the last few feet of space
between them. Ewan scrabbled back and hit the wall. He
pressed against it, his feet sliding a little among the furs.
“Ehhhh,
well. This is…cozy. V-very nice.” Crouched
comfortably in front of him, Jordan still wasn’t talking.
Like the entire time since Ewan had met him, he had almost no
expression on his thin face. He was just looking at Ewan with that
focused stare that gave him a shivery feeling all over his
body. Looking down Jordan’s body, he saw a heavy bulge
between his legs that looked a lot bigger than it had been only moment
before.
God, it was huge.
At
least, he thought it was huge; he’d never seen anyone’s but his
own. With the way Richard worked him, he’d never really
experimented with anyone sexually. He’d almost been too tired
at the end of the day to even masturbate before bed. But he’d
noticed a number of young men in the colony; he knew he liked them more
than the girls he’d seen. And Jordan was very, very
attractive, and more, well, almost elementally male than anyone he’d
ever met.
He made Ewan think of doing dirty, hot,
sweaty things that he didn’t even have names for. Feeling
himself grow erect just looking at the rippled abs leading down to
Jordan’s groin, Ewan flushed painfully. He tried to focus on
Jordan’s face, and wished he’d held off as he saw the man watching his
own crotch. There was a brief moment when Jordan looked, up,
their eyes met, and then Jordan reached down for Ewan’s leg and pulled,
yanking his body down until he was flat on the furs.
In
between Jordan’s legs and staring up into his face.
“Jordan?!”
Jordan
stared down at him, that blank face of his giving no clue at all what
he was thinking. Ewan wanted to move away, but at the same
time, he was so…curious. Was Jordan thinking of doing the
same things Ewan was? They didn’t know each other, but he
hadn’t seen anyone in so long. And it had to be even longer
for Jordan, didn’t it? No one would know, and he would have
someone to touch, just once. He’d have someone who wasn’t
trying to hit him, or ignoring his bruises because it was easier not to
see.
He didn’t move, his breathing speeding as
Jordan lowered his face slowly. Like he was afraid of scaring
Ewan away, his eyes watched Ewan carefully until he was nuzzling
against Ewan’s neck. It was hot, he thought, moving his head
to give Jordan more access. That earthy smell was invading
his senses as he tried to catch his breath but it was
just…hot. A lovely, distracting ember that made him want to
sink into the floor, melting, until Ewan felt something push aside his
pathetic flap of a shirt and wrap around his cock.
With
a yelp, Ewan came out of his stupor and swung out
frantically. Quick hands clamped over both fists before he
connected and slammed them to the ground next to his head.
Ewan flinched, expecting pain. When nothing happened, his
eyes opened to find a still-passive looking Jordan leaning forward
again, almost casually. He didn’t look angry, Ewan thought in
an odd sort of frightened relief. But he’s….
“Jordan,
you shouldn’t… It’s not – nnnnnnng.
Oh-ohhhh” Ewan’s eyes closed again as Jordan licking
carefully against his skin. The heat was sharper there,
different than the moist air, and it was coiling through Ewan’s body
like a whip. Jordan made a contented sort of grunting sound as Ewan
squirmed underneath him.
He’d never had someone this
close to him, Ewan thought, not and doing things like this.
Not this. And Jordan was…exploring. Why was he so interested
in him? Ewan asked himself, panting hard as Jordan licked a small spot
lower on his chest. The man was picking out small patches of clean skin
over Ewan’s body as he searched. His lips tasted him softly, small laps
against his skin. Ewan’s belly fluttering wildy, the feeling leaking
into his groin as his cock swelled.
He yelped as
Jordan nibbled on him with blunt teeth, licking afterwards until he
reached Ewan’s nipple. As he began to tease at the small
nubbin with tongue and teeth, unbelievable stings prickled
outward. Ewan had never even thought to touch his stupid
nipples, but now he wished he had. God, they felt so good!
Jordan murmured gruffly against his skin, biting one nipple hard, and
‘Ewan’ stopped working. Everything that made him who he was
started to disappear into some heated, hard, desperate person who just
wanted to feel that again. And he did as Jordan did the same
to the other nipple. There was a painful pressure, quick and
deep, and it shot down to harden his dick just as quickly as the first
had.
Jordan murmured again as Ewan keened slightly,
and continued, moving back and forth between his nipples. The
near abuse of the small beads of flesh took up every bit of attention
Ewan had, everything that had been so focused on keeping him alive over
the last weeks was suddenly only concerned with what was happening to
his chest. It was like being shocked; it was stunning.
Jordan
pulled away, his eyes focused on Ewan’s face, and licked his
lips. Ewan couldn’t move, his eyes glazed, and he barely
registered Jordan’s shift in focus.
The
dark-haired head was tilted as he noticed Ewan’s erection thrusting
nearly straight up into the air.
Ewan
panted harshly, his eyes wide as he finally noticed Jordan’s
interest. He was so damn horny. Was Jordan going to
touch him there? He didn’t know him, didn’t care that he
didn’t know him - he just wanted to feel something over his cock right
now.
His body ached for more of all of
it, every touch of his fingers and teeth and lips. When Jordan released
his hands and scooted down in between his legs, he didn’t try to move
away. The man was fiddling with something, but his eyes were
completely focused on the dick in front of him. Was he going to touch
him there? Lick him? Take Ewan into his
mouth? Ewan didn’t want to move, too nervous and excited to
find out. What was Jordan going to do?!
He
realized that Jordan wasn’t doing a darn thing to his cock when his
thighs were grabbed tightly and lifted until his bottom was off the
floor. Yelping, he began to struggle as he realized that the
man wasn’t going to suck him off.
He was going to
fuck him.
Ewan looked down at him, finally seeing
the man had managed to get completely naked, and tried to push away as
he saw the large erection Jordan sported. Dark and sleek, it
glistened, like it was already covered in something slick and slippery,
but…he didn’t know if he wanted this! All the pleasurable
heat was disappearing as he stared at that cock near his entrance and
thought about what it meant. He hadn’t thought this
far ahead. He didn’t think he wanted this!
And
it didn’t look like he had a choice. Jordan pushed Ewan’s
legs up towards his chest until his backside was up in the
air. Those dark eyes of his gleamed, and Ewan tried
desperately to move. He only managed to shimmy enough to make
his own cock wiggle.
“Please, don’t do
this! I don’t… I’ve never done this.” Jordan was
concentrating on Ewan’s bottom, staring at it as he started to
move. A blunt head pressed against Ewan’s ass, stretching him
almost painfully, and suddenly pushed through. His bottom
clamped down behind the thick ridge of the head in a small spasm. It
hurt!
Ewan cried out.
“Please
don’t! It hurts!” He knew he’d started to cry a
little, and he was too frightened to care. God, it
hurt! It had felt so good before, but this was scary and
painful and not at all what he’d thought it might be like. He
blinked, trying to get the tears from his eyes, and when he looked back
up, Jordan’s face was right above him.
Ewan’s
body was lowered to lay over Jordan’s legs, but Jordan didn’t withdraw.
Ewan closed his eyes; he didn’t want to watch as this man took
him. Just another person hurting him, when he’d thought that
maybe… He sniffled, his lips quivering.
One
soft hand brushed over Ewan’s eyes, rubbing away the moisture with
hesitant finger strokes as Ewan hiccup-sobbed once. With a
small rumble in his throat, Jordan began to kiss across Ewan’s closed
eyelids and cheeks. Crooning, he supported himself on his
elbows as he ran his hands in small strokes over Ewan’s face.
His legs knelt on the floor, carefully holding Ewan’s legs and hips
while he stayed inside his body. When he began to lick at
Ewan’s lips, Ewan opened his eyes. Just a little of the
warmth from before was coming back with each slick touch across his
skin. His bottom was throbbing; it ached.
But
the tight, painful burn was gone. Just an ache. The
lips and tongue that now pushed into his mouth were far more immediate.
And the fact that Jordan had stopped was warming Ewan more than
anything he was doing with his body. He hadn’t stopped
completely, but…he wasn’t hurting him. Not knowing what Ewan
had said, he still hadn’t pushed inside of him anymore.
Richard
had never stopped when he’d started hurting him. He’d never molested
him, but a few tears and pleas had never even given the man
pause.
Jordan had stopped.
For
him.
Ewan reached up very carefully and wrapped his
fingers around Jordan’s shoulders, feeling the small ridges of scar
tissue covering the hard ripple of muscle as Jordan shifted his
weight. He let his mouth be penetrated, sucking on the tongue
that stroked against his own and slipped over his teeth, and he
wondered how long Jordan had been all alone. He had to be so
lonely.
But his hips still didn’t move.
When
Jordan’s back arched so that he could reach Ewan’s nipples again,
sucking at them hard, nibbling, making dark red marks with his teeth
and his mouth, Ewan whimpered. Jordan instantly stopped,
looking up at his face, and then licked him with a teasing little flick
when he saw Ewan’s face flushed and dazed rather than weeping again.
He
went back to his nipples. Ewan’s whole world spiraled to
those two throbbing, heated points, until Jordan’s body finally moved
again. The man’s cock slid in slowly, dragging against Ewan’s
flesh. When Ewan began to wriggle uncomfortably, his chest
was bitten and laved until he gasped, aware of the penetration only at
the edges of his awareness. Everything else was focused on
Jordan’s talented mouth, and when the heat of his hands clamped over
Ewan’s hips as Jordan began to thrust in and out, that’s when it
changed.
Tingling shocks from his ass hit him every
time Jordan entered. Erotically painful bites from surprisingly white
teeth made him arch again. The entire thing was so slow, and
now that it wasn’t hurting anymore, it was…wonderful. Full,
heated - arousal and comfort at the same time.
He
was safe. That was the thought that wouldn’t leave as his
body took Jordan in and slid against him. He only barely
remembered how that felt. His entire body felt like it should
be glowing; this was so….good. Jordan was kissing his mouth,
his hips pistoning and pushing Ewan against the soft
fur. His back was hard and strong underneath Ewan’s
hands. He was heavy, his thighs thrusting strongly, and Ewan
wanted to melt against his skin, just to feel him. As hips pressed
deeper and deeper in between his legs, Ewan’s grip shifted to
hold onto his ass. He pulled him in as tightly as he
could. Everywhere – that’s what he wanted – he wanted that
feeling of him everywhere, on every inch of his skin.
He
was almost sad when it ended with a few quick thrusts as Jordan
shuddered against him. Soft fingers moved over his erection,
drawing Jordan’s eye until Ewan came between their bodies.
He
lay underneath, panting and staring up at Jordan’s face, still feeling
him warm and slick inside his body. Jordan murmured softly,
deep in his throat, and kissed Ewan once with a tender caress of his
tongue. He brushed his hand over Ewan’s hair, moving a few
damp strands out of his eyes.
And with a
hesitant, uncertain twitch, Jordan’s eyes crinkled at the corners,
their brown depths beginning to sparkle, and Jordan …
…smiled.
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