part 28 - rated nc-17
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smackenzieLaurie thought about Parrish all the way home - thought about his ass and his cock, thought about his mouth and his hands and the way his voice could make you insane with wanting him. Laurie thought about all those things and more, thought about positions and words and how Parrish would look sprawled on his bed, and he was predictably hungry and aching when they finally made it to his building and up the stairs and into his apartment.
And still that weird feeling he'd had at the club, after the show, the same feeling he'd had at the funeral of wanting something, or missing something, or maybe just needing someone.
Maybe he'd just wanted Parrish all along, because here they were, standing just inside his door, their jackets half off, standing so close and kissing each other like it was the end of the world, and Laurie couldn't imagine wanting anyone else, couldn't imagine wanting to do anything with or to anyone else. He couldn't imagine anything, really, other than fucking Parrish, and fucking him now. Standing up if he had to, leaning against the wall by the door of his apartment, their clothes still on, jeans open and shoved down past their hips, Parrish's camera swinging from its strap still around his neck.
"Wanna fuck you," Laurie panted into Parrish's open mouth. "Need you. Need you now." And just like before, he couldn't even explain it in words, except that there was a hole in him, or a cold spot, something that had to be filled, or erased, or something he had to prove. Laurie had never been good with words, especially when he was so hard and so desperate. His hands scrabbled at Parrish's jeans, at his. "Jesus, Parrish, I gotta - "
"Take what you need," Parrish said, his voice dark and heavy and oh fuck, there was no lube out here but the hell if Laurie could wait. He spun Parrish around, propelled them both towards the wall, felt it when Parrish put his hands out and stopped them from slamming into the plaster.
"I can feel it in my chest," Laurie went on, talking to himself as he pulled the condom out of his back pocket before pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips. He'd never been so glad that he always carried a condom in his pocket for gigs. He got Parrish's jeans down and with the little foil packet in his mouth he couldn't really talk and he didn't know what he'd say anyway and he felt a breeze from somewhere, making his skin prickle, the little exposed skin there was, anyway - weird little goosebumps shivering down his cock and across his balls. He spit the condom into his hand, opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. Maybe it was a ghost, the ghost of Gunther Glassman, and Laurie thought if he mentioned that, Parrish would laugh at him and leave.
He reached around with the other hand to stroke Parrish's cock, just as hard as his own, and he leaned forward to breathe in the scent of Parrish's arousal, heat and sweat and skin and something male, something like laundry detergent and leather and aftershave. Parrish smelled good, and his cock in Laurie's hand jumped as Laurie nuzzled the back of his neck, murmured "Want to fuck you so bad" against his skin.
"You don't have any - ah!" Parrish gasped, as Laurie pushed two spit-wet fingers into his ass. "Ow...."
"Sorry," Laurie said. "No lube. I'm sorry." He pulled his hand away, pumped his cock until it was leaking on his fingers, and then used that to get Parrish ready. Sometimes you had to improvise. It wasn't as if Laurie had never had utterly random sex before - he had a vague idea what to do.
But he didn't want to wait too long - he couldn't wait - and Parrish only got the barest warning before Laurie ripped the little packet, unrolled the condom onto his eager prick, and plunged right in. Parrish gasped, a little surprised and probably a little hurt, but Laurie couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, and held tight to Parrish's hips as he thrust fast and deep, fucking him hard, barely even aware of Parrish's moans or his own shallow breath.
It was like someone - or something - had control of Laurie's body as he planted his feet for better stability and pulled Parrish's hips away from the wall a little more and pounded into him like a jackhammer. He'd completely lost control of himself and he thought this might have gone beyond simple lust, although he couldn't say what it was. He was desperate for something he couldn't name, trying to escape something he couldn't see, reaching for something he couldn't touch. And Parrish was warm and tight and let him do what he wanted, and Laurie took it all.
They didn't speak this time, just rocked together as Laurie thrust in and out, and then almost without warning his climax burst behind his eyes and he was gasping something, not even words, and coming hard.
"Oh - Laurie," Parrish hissed, and from the way his muscles clamped tight on Laurie's cock, and from the heady surrounding smell of spunk, Laurie knew he was climaxing as well.
For a minute neither of them moved or said anything. Laurie felt drained, like whatever it was that had been riding him had left, like all his stress was gone. He was limp now, and tired, and he just wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year. He hadn't realized how wound up Gunther's funeral had made him.
"I'm sorry," he said into Parrish's shoulder.
"For what?"
"I don't know. I was going to take you to bed, I thought we'd go longer, make it less... hard. And we'd have lube."
"Oh, it's ok. You needed to get something out."
"I guess." Laurie pulled out, carefully unrolled the condom, and went into the kitchen to throw it out. He pulled his shorts and jeans back up, then went back to where Parrish was pushing away from the wall and putting himself together. "You're staying, right?"
"I thought you wanted me to. I want to."
"I want you to, too. Here, give me your coat, I'll hang it up." The least he could do was be a decent host. He hung up their jackets, then led Parrish into the bedroom. "I have a spare toothbrush if you want, and I think I have another towel...."
"Laurie, stop, it's ok." Parrish took his face in both hands and kissed him. "Let's go to bed. I'll brush my teeth in the morning. If you don't mind, I don't mind."
"I don't care." And he didn't any more. He just wanted... he didn't know. Sleep. A warm body. This boy lying next to him, waking up next to him.
They got undressed - Laurie noticed that Parrish folded his clothes and put them in a neat pile on his shoes, with his camera nested on top - and Laurie turned off the light and they climbed into bed.
"Thank you," Laurie said, scooting close to Parrish and kissing him. Parrish stretched out against him, their bodies nestled from shoulder to ankle. His mouth was warm.
"Any time. Is it gone, whatever you needed to exorcise?"
"I don't know. I think it's just left over from the funeral. I get that way after gigs sometimes, though, I get all wound up and I just have to blow off the steam somehow. Usually there's someone to help."
"Good thing I went to see you, then."
"Very good. I was hoping you'd come."
"I did come." Parrish was grinning at him. The light in the room was very dim, but Laurie could see his lover's face, and he could see the affection there, the humor and the satisfied need.
Laurie didn't know what else to say, maybe because there wasn't anything else, so he settled for taking another kiss and letting his hand stroke down Parrish's side, and after he broke the kiss he rolled over onto his stomach, because he'd never been able to sleep facing someone, and Parrish threw an arm across his shoulders and they fell asleep that way.
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And still that weird feeling he'd had at the club, after the show, the same feeling he'd had at the funeral of wanting something, or missing something, or maybe just needing someone.
Maybe he'd just wanted Parrish all along, because here they were, standing just inside his door, their jackets half off, standing so close and kissing each other like it was the end of the world, and Laurie couldn't imagine wanting anyone else, couldn't imagine wanting to do anything with or to anyone else. He couldn't imagine anything, really, other than fucking Parrish, and fucking him now. Standing up if he had to, leaning against the wall by the door of his apartment, their clothes still on, jeans open and shoved down past their hips, Parrish's camera swinging from its strap still around his neck.
"Wanna fuck you," Laurie panted into Parrish's open mouth. "Need you. Need you now." And just like before, he couldn't even explain it in words, except that there was a hole in him, or a cold spot, something that had to be filled, or erased, or something he had to prove. Laurie had never been good with words, especially when he was so hard and so desperate. His hands scrabbled at Parrish's jeans, at his. "Jesus, Parrish, I gotta - "
"Take what you need," Parrish said, his voice dark and heavy and oh fuck, there was no lube out here but the hell if Laurie could wait. He spun Parrish around, propelled them both towards the wall, felt it when Parrish put his hands out and stopped them from slamming into the plaster.
"I can feel it in my chest," Laurie went on, talking to himself as he pulled the condom out of his back pocket before pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips. He'd never been so glad that he always carried a condom in his pocket for gigs. He got Parrish's jeans down and with the little foil packet in his mouth he couldn't really talk and he didn't know what he'd say anyway and he felt a breeze from somewhere, making his skin prickle, the little exposed skin there was, anyway - weird little goosebumps shivering down his cock and across his balls. He spit the condom into his hand, opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. Maybe it was a ghost, the ghost of Gunther Glassman, and Laurie thought if he mentioned that, Parrish would laugh at him and leave.
He reached around with the other hand to stroke Parrish's cock, just as hard as his own, and he leaned forward to breathe in the scent of Parrish's arousal, heat and sweat and skin and something male, something like laundry detergent and leather and aftershave. Parrish smelled good, and his cock in Laurie's hand jumped as Laurie nuzzled the back of his neck, murmured "Want to fuck you so bad" against his skin.
"You don't have any - ah!" Parrish gasped, as Laurie pushed two spit-wet fingers into his ass. "Ow...."
"Sorry," Laurie said. "No lube. I'm sorry." He pulled his hand away, pumped his cock until it was leaking on his fingers, and then used that to get Parrish ready. Sometimes you had to improvise. It wasn't as if Laurie had never had utterly random sex before - he had a vague idea what to do.
But he didn't want to wait too long - he couldn't wait - and Parrish only got the barest warning before Laurie ripped the little packet, unrolled the condom onto his eager prick, and plunged right in. Parrish gasped, a little surprised and probably a little hurt, but Laurie couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, and held tight to Parrish's hips as he thrust fast and deep, fucking him hard, barely even aware of Parrish's moans or his own shallow breath.
It was like someone - or something - had control of Laurie's body as he planted his feet for better stability and pulled Parrish's hips away from the wall a little more and pounded into him like a jackhammer. He'd completely lost control of himself and he thought this might have gone beyond simple lust, although he couldn't say what it was. He was desperate for something he couldn't name, trying to escape something he couldn't see, reaching for something he couldn't touch. And Parrish was warm and tight and let him do what he wanted, and Laurie took it all.
They didn't speak this time, just rocked together as Laurie thrust in and out, and then almost without warning his climax burst behind his eyes and he was gasping something, not even words, and coming hard.
"Oh - Laurie," Parrish hissed, and from the way his muscles clamped tight on Laurie's cock, and from the heady surrounding smell of spunk, Laurie knew he was climaxing as well.
For a minute neither of them moved or said anything. Laurie felt drained, like whatever it was that had been riding him had left, like all his stress was gone. He was limp now, and tired, and he just wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year. He hadn't realized how wound up Gunther's funeral had made him.
"I'm sorry," he said into Parrish's shoulder.
"For what?"
"I don't know. I was going to take you to bed, I thought we'd go longer, make it less... hard. And we'd have lube."
"Oh, it's ok. You needed to get something out."
"I guess." Laurie pulled out, carefully unrolled the condom, and went into the kitchen to throw it out. He pulled his shorts and jeans back up, then went back to where Parrish was pushing away from the wall and putting himself together. "You're staying, right?"
"I thought you wanted me to. I want to."
"I want you to, too. Here, give me your coat, I'll hang it up." The least he could do was be a decent host. He hung up their jackets, then led Parrish into the bedroom. "I have a spare toothbrush if you want, and I think I have another towel...."
"Laurie, stop, it's ok." Parrish took his face in both hands and kissed him. "Let's go to bed. I'll brush my teeth in the morning. If you don't mind, I don't mind."
"I don't care." And he didn't any more. He just wanted... he didn't know. Sleep. A warm body. This boy lying next to him, waking up next to him.
They got undressed - Laurie noticed that Parrish folded his clothes and put them in a neat pile on his shoes, with his camera nested on top - and Laurie turned off the light and they climbed into bed.
"Thank you," Laurie said, scooting close to Parrish and kissing him. Parrish stretched out against him, their bodies nestled from shoulder to ankle. His mouth was warm.
"Any time. Is it gone, whatever you needed to exorcise?"
"I don't know. I think it's just left over from the funeral. I get that way after gigs sometimes, though, I get all wound up and I just have to blow off the steam somehow. Usually there's someone to help."
"Good thing I went to see you, then."
"Very good. I was hoping you'd come."
"I did come." Parrish was grinning at him. The light in the room was very dim, but Laurie could see his lover's face, and he could see the affection there, the humor and the satisfied need.
Laurie didn't know what else to say, maybe because there wasn't anything else, so he settled for taking another kiss and letting his hand stroke down Parrish's side, and after he broke the kiss he rolled over onto his stomach, because he'd never been able to sleep facing someone, and Parrish threw an arm across his shoulders and they fell asleep that way.
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Date: 2003-11-30 06:56 pm (UTC)parrish sez: yeah, driving him right into me....
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Date: 2003-11-30 06:58 pm (UTC)