…Just found out something odd that I'd like to share…apparently due to the genetic recombination required to make them, all tortoiseshell cats are female…so I guess Colin owns the only "male tortoiseshell cat" in the world - if you don't know what I'm talking about crawl out from under your rock and see my story Calicos n Cream xD
This was co-written with Chikorita-Trainer1; she wrote the fluffy beginning/plot because I can't do either of those things, and I wrote the smut because, well...I can write smut! xD I take full responsibility for Colin's moral issues though, it just had to be addressed at some point. Sorries!
Disclaimer: neither Chikorita-Trainer1 nor I own O*B, it belongs to Jen Lee Quick. Incidentally, Jen's dA account is http://wulfmune. deviantart. com Just remove those two spaces and go visit her!
xDDDDDDDDDDDDD I'm STILL laughing my ass off at my own writing. That's sad. Or is it good…? Tory Inner-Monologue Priceless Moment #1 is somewhere in this story. Let me know when you find it. I'm sure you will. Trust me.
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School had never been terribly interesting for Tory Blake. He was too smart for his own good, and even more curious. The only reason he even bothered to get up and go to school every morning was to see Colin.
Colin and Tory were sort of friends, though they hardly ever hung out. Mainly because, aside from school, Colin was pretty much forbidden to leave the house. And no one knew why that was. This mystery made Colin all the more enticing to Tory.
However, one day at school, an opportunity arose for them to get much better acquainted.
"I have here," said their Physics teacher, "permission slips for our annual Junior Class Trip. This year we'll be going on a weekend camping trip at Connetquot State Park."
'A camping trip?' Thought Tory.
"I will need your parent or guardian's signature, along with a check for twenty-five dollars. We'll be taking a tour bus to the woods. We'll stay there from Friday evening until Sunday morning," the teacher said as she passed out the permission slips.
That evening, Colin asked Dr. Garrets to sign the form.
"Hmm. I don't know, Colin," he said grumpily. "I don't like the idea of you being so far away for so long."
"Two days is hardly a long time, Doctor," said Colin. "Besides, won't it look suspicious if I don't go?"
"Suspicious how?"
"Well," said Colin, not having expected to be asked that. "I already miss so much school; people are bound to start asking why."
"Point taken," said the doctor. "Speaking of which, it may be time for me to donate another couple thousand dollars to St. Peters."
'Buying my way out of being expelled,' thought Colin.
After about half an hour of talking on the phone, Dr. Garrets negotiated the principal into a deal; if Colin were allowed to go on this trip, it would make up for all his absences without Dr. Garrets having to donate a ton of money. Apparently "school spirit" weighed a lot in the principal's book. But that still wasn't good enough for the doctor.
"So can I go?" asked Colin.
"I don't know," the doctor said again. "I'm not entirely sure it's safe for you to be all alone out in the wilderness. What if you have another relapse?"
"Well, for one thing, I won't be alone. My friends will be there, as well as a few adult chaperones."
Dr. Garrets frowned. He knew he couldn't control his ward, but Colin wasn't actually supposed to have friends. After thinking about it for a few more seconds, the doctor finally relented.
"Very well, Colin. You may go."
"Thanks," said Colin. He was actually more excited than his voice would have led one to believe.
Tory had had no trouble at all convincing his mom to let him go. She was just thrilled that Tory was expressing an interest in socializing with his schoolmates.
A few weeks later, on Friday at about six o'clock pm, the students of the junior class of St. Peters all boarded the bus for their weekend in the woods.
Amy and Mira were already sitting together, leaving Mandy without a seat-buddy. She squealed when she saw Tory.
"TORY!!!" she cried. "Sit with me! Right here! Right here! Please?"
"Uh..." Tory began. He really didn't want to have to put up with her shrieking and giggling for the next hour. He looked over to the very back of the bus and saw Colin sitting by himself. "No thanks, Mandy." And he walked down the aisle to where Colin was sitting and asked, "is this seat taken?"
"No," said Colin. Tory jammed his bag of stuff under the seat and sat down next to the raven.
"Thanks," he said. "If it weren't for you, I'd be stuck sitting with Mandy."
"Well then, you owe me big," Colin said, just to make conversation. Tory chuckled awkwardly, but when he noticed Colin smirking at him, he couldn't help but wonder what the black-haired boy had meant by that.
The bus ride was indeed long and weary, not to mention noisy due to all the teenagers chattering like pubescent chipmunks. Fortunately, Tory had his own little dream world to go off into, and Colin had an iPod to listen to. But even daydreaming and listening to music can get tiresome if you do them long enough, and eventually, as the sun began to set, Colin dozed off.
Tory looked over at his companion and out the window at the beautiful sunset. What was it about sunsets that people found to be so...romantic? He couldn't help but take notice of how the orange light from the sunset shone against Colin's pale face, making him look ruddier. Healthier. Hotter.
The bus drove over a pothole and bumped, causing Colin to unintentionally bounce in his seat. Suddenly, he was leaning the other way. His head started to slump over ever so slowly, until his chin was just about brushing Tory's shoulder.
Tory's heart started beating like crazy. He quickly looked up to make sure no one else was looking. Upon confirming that nobody was (everyone was either looking out the window, fiddling with their cell phones or playing DS), he slowly leaned down and laid his cheek on Colin's head.
'This is perfect,' he thought, softly breathing in the scent of Colin's hair. 'What is it that makes me feel at peace? He's so mysterious it drives me nuts, and sometimes he's so delicate I just want to...'
BAM! The bus hit another pothole. This time, it was enough to wake Colin up.
"What the hell was that?!" he yelled.
"Yeah, that was a big one," said Tory. "Are you OK?"
"Did I fall asleep?" asked Colin.
"Yeah. Sorry you had to wake up like that."
"It's cool," Colin said with a yawn. "I suppose I should save some of my sleepiness for tonight, so I don't stay up all night."
"Yeah, that'd suck..." muttered Tory. The two boys remained silent for the rest of the trip.
Finally, after it had become more or less dark out, they arrived at the campground. The teachers and chaperones ushered them out of the bus single-file, and split them into groups of two; boys with boys and girls with girls, so as to avoid any "romantic" happenings. Or so they thought.
"Each group will be given a tent, and you can set it up...anywhere on this campground," said the teacher. "There are signs in case you get lost, and you've each been given a map, so feel free to roam around and explore. Just be careful and don't get into any trouble."
Sweet, thought Tory. "So, Colin, uh, what do you say we pitch this thing?" 'OK, that didn't sound sexual at all...damn it, Tory! Think before you speak!'
"OK. Where should we put it?" asked Colin.
"Well, definitely far away from everyone. They're going to be partying all night."
"Yeah, you're probably right." So the two boys set off to pitch their tent.
~~~Half an hour later...~~~
"Did you ever cry during Bambi?" asked Tory.
"I don't know. I haven't seen it in forever," said Colin.
"I never did. I just didn't find it all that sad. I mean, people die, it's not that unusual."
"I don't think that was the point," said Colin. "You're supposed to feel bad for him because he was so young, and without his mother he was helpless."
"You don't seem helpless," said Tory. 'Oh, crap. Did I just hurt his feelings?' Colin looked over his shoulder at Tory and smiled softly.
"No. I have people who care," he said. Tory knew that Colin had Dr. Garrets; that was one person. But he had used the plural.
'Could he have meant me?'
"This looks like a pretty decent spot," said Colin, standing in the middle of a clearing. "Shall we?"
"Let's do it," said Tory. He meant setting up the tent, of course.
It took a few failed attempts and much swearing, but within the hour the boys had successfully pitched their tent. They unrolled their sleeping bags inside and sat down.
"Well," said Tory. "Now what?" Colin just shrugged and made a humming sound that sounded like 'I don't know.' "I guess if this is a camping trip, we should build a campfire."
"Did you bring matches?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," said Tory. So they gathered some kindling and lit a match. Unfortunately, the wind blew it out before Tory could light the wood. "Damn it," he muttered. He lit another one, but it flickered out quickly again. "Son of a bitch!"
"Here, I'll block the wind," said Colin, holding out his hands in a little cup shape for Tory to strike the match in.
"OK," he said. He struck a match and this time it stayed lit. He gently laid it down amidst the kindling and it started to catch. "Finally!"
The fire lasted about an hour, and then the wind picked up.
"Shit, it's getting really windy," said Tory. He looked up and noticed that Colin was shivering visibly.
"Yeah. Let's get inside," he shuddered.
"OK. We should put this thing out, first," said Tory, scooping handfuls of dirt onto the flames until they went out. Then the two boys crawled into their tent and into their sleeping bags, turning on the battery-powered lantern for light. Tory was fine, but Colin kept shivering. Tory could hear his teeth chattering continually. After some time and Colin didn't seem to warm up at all, Tory asked, "Um, are you alright?"
"Fine," said Colin, though his voice shook when he said it. Tory looked over at Colin, seeing the sweat on his face, his eyes widening in realization. He knew that in this cold weather, one sleeping bag would not be enough to heat Colin up. Colin was doing it wrong. The boy had probably never slept outdoors in autumn before. He knew what he had to do.
"Colin, take off your clothes."
"…what!?!"
Tory could tell the raven thought he was bat-shit insane. "Your clothes are too close-fitting," he explained. "I was thinking about that earlier. It's basic in below-freezing survival. You should wear loose layers of clothing that's warm but not too warm. Your clothing is causing you to sweat, which actually chills you more, especially since you're wearing cotton pants and probably a cotton undershirt, which are really absorbent and then stick wet to your skin. Keeping dry is essential. You need to strip."
Colin shuddered in his sleeping bag, not making a move to follow orders. "I think I'll take my chances. I'll be too cold if I'm not wearing clothes."
"No," Tory stated firmly, crawling out of his own sleeping bag. It was larger than Colin's. He unzipped it, tucked one side underneath Colin's, and zipped his sleeping bag around the smaller one. "Strip," he said again. "We're sharing body heat."
Wrenching himself quickly out of his own clothes down to his boxers to show Colin he was serious, and thankfully hearing Colin obeying him inside the double-bags, he bundled his clothing up, grabbed the armful that Colin handed him, then quickly unzipped both sleeping bags partway and squeezed in, escaping from the chill air. He zipped the bags back up, then tugged Colin down with him so that their heads were below the hole of the bags. Reaching up for the armful of clothing on the tent floor, he arranged it in a pile in front of the hole to insulate, leaving enough space for an air hole. Suddenly he realized what he was arranging at the top of the pile.
"Colin, are these…" he questioned, blushing a little. Colin glanced up, then blushed too.
"You said "strip,"" he defended self-consciously, his eyes not moving higher than Tory's chest. "Why weren't you more specific?"
Tory could tell Colin was very embarrassed, so to appease him he reached down and removed his own boxers, pushing them up through the hole. "Okay?"
Colin just blushed, still refusing to meet Tory's gaze, but his body language showed that the action relaxed him a little.
Tory smiled and wrapped his arms around the smaller body, pulling the lithe form close. He felt Colin's nipples, hard from the cold, rub against his lower ribs. Clutching the boy close, he buried his nose into the soft hair, inconspicuously breathing in like he had on the bus. He smiled into the sable strands as he felt Colin warming and relaxing against him, then started a little as he felt Colin's arms run up his chest, brushing a little longer than necessary against his nipples before they linked around his neck. 'It was probably just an accident, I'm over-thinking it,' Tory thought, 'though how I ever got into this kind of ideal situation, I'll never know…NO! I can't daydream about Colin while I'm actually holding him, he'll feel it if I get hard…'
Just thinking this made Tory's lower proximity start to react just slightly. Colin shifted a little in response. Tory froze, willing it away, or at least hoping that it wouldn't get any worse. As if to spite his efforts, Colin shifted a little more to get further underneath him, rubbing his chest against Tory's to create a little heat from friction. However, when there's someone on top of you it's impossible to move only your chest and not your whole body due to the amount of force put into shifting your prone figure underneath another, stiller one.
'Shit shit SHIT,' Tory gasped in his head, his body reacting to Colin's crotch rubbing against his, and oddly enough he felt Colin reacting to him as well. Was Colin actually getting HARD? About to bring it up, he then thought it might be better not to. After all, he was much harder than Colin was. The whole "don't call someone out over the splinter in their eye without first dealing with the beam in your own" thing popped into his head.
…though Colin's penis certainly was not a splinter. More like a very pleasant plank. A little more slender than Tory's, like maybe a two-by-four against a four-by-four? But wait, that would make it an oblong shape, and it most certainly was not that. It was round and hot and felt so nice…like a two-by-two then? Did they even make that board size? But wait, his was more like two inches in diameter, so he was two-by-two and Colin was like 1.5-by-1.5…? …Why the HELL was he comparing their dicks to boards?
'Get your ass back in gear!' He mentally scolded himself. 'You can't ask him why he's reacting like that, but…' He recalled Colin's words and smirking on the bus. Could it be possible that Colin had feelings for him too?
Colin tensed up as he felt his body starting to react. "Sorry," he apologized, sounding a little mortified, thinking that his rubbing was the only thing causing the problem. "I'll keep still." Internally, he was pissed at himself. 'Why the hell are you doing this? You can't react to men, you are a man!'
"It's okay," Tory replied, going with it. "Friction keeps our bodies warmer; unfortunately I guess that applies to all parts of the body. But hey, I can ignore the fact that puberty's being a bitch for you if you return the favor, because I'd rather stay warm than stay modest."
Colin started and looked up at him with a little glare. "Tory, I have more self-control than that. I don't just randomly react to men."
Wordlessly Tory rubbed his erection against Colin's. The smaller teen gasped.
"I'm not gay!"
"I didn't say you were. I'm just saying that puberty's causing you to react to physical stimulus."
"And I said that I have more self-control than that. I don't react to men like this! I'm not gay!"
"…aren't you denying this a little too much, Colin? After all, I never accused you of being gay."
"Tory, I'm not gay!" Colin denied again vehemently, upset and refusing to look at the taller teen.
"Then I'm at least a special exception," Tory insisted, "Colin look at me. You know it's true. Look at the way you've been acting. Look how you're re-acting down there." He pressed their hips together again, satisfactorily taking in Colin's moan.
…he felt wet on his neck.
"Colin, are you—" he tried to ask, but Colin viciously interrupted him.
"Shut up! Shut up! I'm not gay!"
"Okay, Colin…" Tory began.
"NO! SHUT UP! I'M NOT GAY! I'M CHRISTIAN, I AM NOT GAY!!!" He sounded like he was growing a little hysterical, and more and more like he was trying to convince himself rather than Tory.
"Okay, you're not gay!" Tory half-yelled to make Colin listen. Vaguely in the back of his mind he was thankful they were so far away from the rest of the class. "But admit I'm an exception!"
"I don't know!"
"Colin, you should know this!"
"How am I supposed to know?! I don't know!" He repeated vehemently, crying out of sheer frustration.
"How can you not have known this? You were flirting on the bus!"
"No I wasn't!" Colin pressed his face into Tory's neck for refuge. "…was I?" He sounded doubtful of himself. He didn't know anymore. He had never thought of anyone that way before. Not girls, and most certainly not guys. He wasn't gay. It was just Tory. So then that meant…Tory was an exception? He just lay there quietly, hiccupping and trying to catch his breath as tears ran freely down the sides of his face due to gravity. The water tickled his ears and soaked into his bangs.
Tory thought he knew how much pain Colin was going through, though he hadn't experienced it at nearly that level when he had figured out his feelings for Colin, because he was agnostic. He squeezed his beloved closer in comfort, but suddenly felt a stab of doubt himself. What if he had it all wrong and was just making Colin feel bad? What was he basing his assumptions on? Teenage hormones due to closer-than-close physical proximity, an ambiguous statement that might possibly be taken as flirting if it wasn't just friendly banter, and an accompanying smirk that was either seductive or just teasing. In fact, that last one was more than likely the latter; he probably just thought it was alluring because he always thought Colin was sexy.
"I thought you were flirting…was it just me? Am I the only one here who really cares about the other?" He said slowly, his heart hurting.
Colin looked up at this. "Am I…an exception for you?" He asked in a whisper, hiccupping.
Tory didn't answer, instead asking another question. "Do you believe I'm evil? Am I going to Hell because I love you?"
Colin took in a sharp breath. "You…love me?!" He articulated, not quite able to believe that someone cared that much. After all, he hadn't solicited it. Hell, he'd be the first to admit that he was secretive and antisocial. Did Tory find that charming or something?…weird, if so.
Tory forced himself to keep his gaze locked with Colin's, though he was blushing furiously. "I know I do. Do you have any feelings for me? At all? It doesn't have to be love, not yet, but can you at least say you care about me as more than friends?" He refused to stop trying yet.
Colin looked down again. "I'm not really even good at defining the term "friend." You're the only person my own age I've ever really gotten close to. I guess…I think I do. Care. Maybe love. I don't know…but I can't," he said suddenly, biting his lip. "I can't, Tory. I'm Christian. Being gay is wrong."
Tory bit his own lip against sudden tears, resting his chin in Colin's soft hair. "If that's what you believe, then I think I'd rather go to Hell than give up whatever this is we've got." His tone was resentful and a little defiant.
Colin jerked his head back and looked up, shocked. "Rather?!"
"If that's the way you see it," Tory said in determination. "Love is love to me. I don't know what'll happen after I die, but if God gave me love for you I'm not going to reject it just because some book written by a bunch of old farts says it's wrong. I'd rather stick with what I know God gave me directly, and I don't believe He'll send me to Hell for being in love. If He does then He's just fucked up."
"Tory!!!" Colin said unhappily.
"Do you think you might possibly be able to love me?" Tory asked, ignoring him, then took his assumption further. "Do you really think that God hates us for loving each other?"
"I don't…I don't know. You're the one with all the answers, you're the one who's smart…tell me," he begged. "I don't know. You have to tell me."
"I can't tell you what to believe," Tory said softly. "But I'll tell you what I think. I think I love you because God wants me to love you. And I think that, while the Bible was written to teach about God, it's not wholly accurate. It wasn't written by God, it was written by men. And remember, it started out orally, not written. Things had to be put into terms that the wholly uneducated people could understand, for one thing. Like, the creation of the earth.
"Geologically, we can prove that the earth and all the flora and fauna on it were not created in six days. Human beings were not present from the start either, and we didn't all descend from just one man and one woman or we'd all be retarded from the inbreeding. Also, DNA testing and a progression of "missing link" skeletons have proven that we are indeed evolved from chimpanzees. Now, can you explain to an uneducated person that they are descended from a monkey and expect them to believe in God? No. Would they even understand the concept of evolution? Probably not.
"But just because God didn't create the earth in six days doesn't mean he didn't create the earth. Just because humans are evolved and not a perfect initial product doesn't mean God didn't decide to evolve us into sentient beings. Also, scientists have tried to create the spark of life from the basic building blocks present in the first reproducing bacteria, and haven't succeeded. God created Life; it would be impossible without divine input. Would a human uneducated in the sciences understand this? Not on your life. It's easier to just say that "God said" and *poof* it just happened.
"And no man can write unbiasedly either; I'm positive every writer of the Bible injected their own subconscious into their work. Remember, men also have the drive of human nature in them, and it tells them to proliferate the species. They wrote women into the Bible as either obedient, submissive wives or God-smited whores, no middle ground. The message here is: if women gained any kind of power and decided that they didn't want to go through the pain of childbirth, what would happen to the species? Conversely, if men decided to become homosexual and thus eliminate themselves from the gene pool, there wouldn't be any heirs, and the species would suffer from this also. So, obviously, if the people are raised to believe that it's sinful and immoral to disobey your husband or be homosexual, then hey presto, problem solved. The writers of the Bible may have been influenced by God, but it's called artistic license."
Colin stared at him. "…you think so?"
"…Colin. The Bible says in one part that parents should stone their disobedient children to death. The Bible teaches lessons in a symbolic and exaggerated manner in order to get the point across. I doubt parents even back then ever actually stoned their kids. More applicable to us, another part of the Bible tells of how Lot saved two angels from gang rape by giving the evil men of the town his own daughters who were both betrothed and let them have an orgy, as if that was supposed to be some kind of noble and "moral" alternative. The Bible, or at least the Old Testament, isn't supposed to be taken literally, and I hate to sound mean but you shouldn't let them spoon-feed you. You should seriously sit down and have a nice chat with God inside your heart and decide what it is He really wants to you believe."
"…" Colin broke Tory's gaze and slowly tipped his head back down to rest his cheek against Tory's warm neck. He liked the spot, he realized, the warmth and the heartbeat were so soothing to him. Sighing, without thought he pressed a butterfly kiss to the pulse point, feeling Tory jump a little above him. The heart rate increased, and he gave a soft smile. "Okay." Closing his eyes, he felt around inside his heart.
Apparently God was busy on the other side of the planet because no booming voice answered his question, but instead he found a swell of emotion. 'How does he make you feel?' His heart seemed to whisper. Digging the stack labeled "Tory" out of the depths, he sorted through, feeling them one by one. Confusion. Happiness. Peace. Care. Worry. Comfort. Warmth. Relief. Lust. Relaxation. Lightness. When he tentatively felt them all at once they overflowed.
'Love is love, and love is good. Love is never wrong. Love comes from the spirit, not the body. He makes you feel good inside your spirit. This is love.'
'But…he makes my body feel good too,' Colin admitted to his heart.
What felt like a laugh. 'This is allowed. Love starts in the spirit, but from here it spreads to encompass your mind and body as well. Love is consuming, like the fire of the Holy Spirit. Love creates passion. Passion created by love is a cleansing flame, and so should never be without love. Be at peace with your feelings, in the way that he makes you feel at peace. You have always known that you love him. Accept it now.'
'I…yes. I do.' Colin didn't lift his face from Tory's neck, so relaxed was he in his emotions. "I love you, Tory," he whispered. Faintly, he felt a tear still leaking down his face as he took in Tory's swift gasp and accelerated heartbeat. Tory pulled away to look at him, smiling joyously. "You're sure? It's okay?"
Colin smiled softly back. "Yes." Then he slowly closed his eyes as Tory leaned in to kiss him gently on the mouth.
"Mmm…" Moaning a little at the feeling, Colin parted his lips in silent invitation, which Tory tentatively took, pressing his tongue inside and moving it slowly around, as if memorizing the layout of Colin's mouth. Colin's tongue moved with his, and a sensual dance ensued, their slippery appendages intertwining. It was a long, tender and languorous kiss. Colin started to suck gently on Tory's tongue, making them both moan at the erotic act, but had to stop as they broke off for air.
"…Wow," Tory panted, and Colin nodded, smiling. He shifted to rub his temple against Tory's thumping pulse, and Tory pulled back at the wet feeling, leaning down to lick at the other tear streak, along the crease under Colin's squeezed-shut eye as the boy giggled, then leaned further down to lick seductively along the shell of Colin's ear. The raven shuddered, his cock twitching.
"Stop crying. You'll get dehydrated and that's just as bad in cold weather as it is in hot." Tory breathed into his ear.
"…" Colin was struck a moment by the statement that was so incongruous to the redhead's actions. "Stop being logical when you're supposed to be being sexual," Colin retorted disapprovingly.
"Take me as I come and love me for who I am," Tory shot back, grinning.
Colin looked down with a tentative smile. "I do."
Tory's gaze softened and became more serious, and he lifted Colin's chin for another gentle kiss. Then he started to trail soft kisses and nips down the jawbone. Pausing to pay attention to the soft skin underneath Colin's jaw, milking a moan, he then continued down the pale throat and the collarbones, placing kisses at random before reaching a nipple and sucking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. At the same time he reached up to pinch and pull at the other one. Colin let out a louder moan than before.
"Ah! Mmm…Tory," the raven sighed, and Tory smiled around the tight bud between his lips.
Continuing his trail of kisses and nips as he slid deeper into the double sleeping bag, he stopped again, rimming the belly button with his tongue before abruptly thrusting his tongue into it several times, a symbol of what was coming. Colin gasped and giggled.
"Tory, STOP!" He laughed.
Tory looked up with a grin. "I do hope you don't find it funny when I actually penetrate you."
Colin stopped laughing abruptly and swallowed, a little nervous. "Are we really…going to?"
Tory reached up and petted the soft hair soothingly, starting a little when Colin reached up and tugged the redhead's hand so that he could instead rub his cheek against it. The taller teen grinned and moved his hand further, a noise of protest from Colin cut short when he started to scratch lightly under the raven's chin. Colin moaned a little bit, deep in his throat, pressing his chin down a little and closing his eyes as the sensitive skin was tantalizingly stimulated. Tory chuckled and leaned in.
"So, I've found your sensitive spot," he skritched a little more firmly for a second, then cupped the chin, "your romance spot," he pressed their lips lightly together in a teasing manner, "your ticklish spot," he danced his fingers lightly over the tummy, delighting in Colin's involuntary giggle and immediate protest, "your stimulating spot," he slid his hand up to pinch at a nipple, feeling Colin arch into his fingertips, "and the place where you belong," he finished softly, pulling Colin into his arms. Colin sighed, snuggling into the taller male's neck again.
"And my pillow spot," Colin added satisfactorily, kissing the pulse. Tory laughed.
"What about your pleasure spot?" He asked with a grin, skimming his fingers down to lightly stroke Colin's hard penis. Colin hissed in said pleasure, arching up into Tory's warm hand. He kept his strokes purposefully soft, until Colin hissed at him in an angry pout. Chuckling, he leaned in and licked Colin's lips. "I hear you, kitty," he teased, but nevertheless squeezed a little tighter and sped up his strokes.
Colin moaned, pulling Tory's face down to meet him using his arms linked around Tory's neck. This time their kiss was anything but sweet. Colin nearly melted into the hot wet passionate kiss, but forced himself to battle Tory's tongue this time, trying to force the kiss into his lover's mouth instead. He didn't win, because right as he tried, Tory slid his other hand down from Colin's hip to palm the balls and stroke the perineum with his fingertips. Gasping at the pleasure overload, the raven wrenched his head back to pant for breath, straining up for more contact with Tory and effectively sandwiching Tory's hands in between them, immobilizing them.
"Hey!" Tory chastised lightly.
"Let…go," Colin gulped in a breath, holding it in, in order to force himself to stop breathing shallowly. He slid his arms down from Tory's neck and slipped them under the stronger arms, wrapping them around the redhead's chest. "I want…let's do friction again." He let his hips fall, pleased when Tory wrapped his arms around the raven's slender waist and pressed his hips down into Colin's. Letting out a quiet, pleased moan, Colin ground up against him, and they moved against each other for a few minutes, appreciating the slickening friction as precum leaked to lube them. Suddenly Tory grinned and licked one palm before moving that hand down to grasp both of their dicks, pumping the slippery shafts together in his fist. Colin moaned loudly, craning his neck up to kiss Tory, who followed his mouth back down to the floor in order to thrust his tongue in.
"Mmmmnh…Tory, I'm…ah…I'm getting close," Colin panted when they parted for air. Wordlessly, Tory pulled himself out of his fist and moved lower, nudging the tip of his cock against the underside of Colin's testicles and sliding downward along the perineum, spreading his precum and making Colin a little sticky.
"Tory…take me as I come, and love me for who I am," Colin breathed, repeating Tory's earlier comment and lightly stressing the sexual innuendo, the ending making it sweet.
Tory blushed, staring down at the beautiful boy beneath him. "I love you more than anything, Colin." He helped Colin to shift his legs in the sleeping bag, sliding them up so that his thighs lay on his chest. Tory had to unzip the sleeping bag a little so there would be room for him to move with Colin in this position, but the raven didn't complain; he was actually starting to feel a little too hot from their actions. But when Tory slid the zipper down further than necessary he grabbed the redhead's hand. Blushing, he asked Tory to stop.
"Colin…" Tory said in disappointment. "I want to see you."
"I…um, do we have to?" Colin sounded very shy. "It's embarrassing…"
"But not wrong, right? To be naked for each other to see?"
Colin wrapped his arms around Tory's neck again and pressed his face into Tory's throat, shaking his head so the redhead felt it. "It's not. It's okay, just…I think I'm too self-conscious to be all…aroused and moaning and you seeing it…"
Tory sighed, understanding but still feeling a little disappointed.
"Ah! But," Colin added quickly. "Next time…I promise. Just not the first time, okay?" He pressed a firm kiss to Tory's neck as if sealing the promise. "And besides…you'll still see me naked in the morning…"
Tory smiled, then turned the light on his digital watch on to check the time. "Actually, morning's not too long from now. About an hour and a half. What do you say when we're…done…we stay up to watch the sunrise?"
"That sounds good to me," Colin smiled. "Please, though, hurry, Tory. It's starting to hurt a little; I want contact…"
"Okay. One thing, though. We're leaving the light on because I at least want to see your face. Please?"
Colin blushed, staring up at him, but swallowed and nodded.
Tory smiled in satisfaction, reaching up and to press his fingers to Colin's lips. "Okay. Open up for me, babe."
Colin did, shyly taking the fingers into his mouth and coating them in saliva. Tory pulled them out after a few moments, bringing them down to the pucker exposed by Colin's position and rubbing them against it for a minute. Then he gently started to work one inside. Colin wriggled a little at the strange sensation, then gasped a little uncomfortably as the redhead added a second finger.
"You okay, Colin?" Tory asked in worry, halting his fingers, and Colin used the pause to force himself to quickly relax his muscles around Tory's fingers.
"I'm alright. Is it okay now? Can we…"
Tory leaned down with a slightly patronizing smirk, kissing Colin fondly. "No. I'm bigger than two fingers Colin, give me credit. Or don't you feel that for yourself?" He worked his hips forward to brush their erections together teasingly, sliding his on top of Colin's while rubbing his fingers inside Colin again.
Colin moaned a little and blushed. He definitely felt it, and was starting to grow a little worried. That couldn't fit inside him, there was no— "AAH!" He groaned loudly in pain as Tory thrust a third finger into his formerly relaxed hole. "No, Tory stop, it hurts, STOP! I can't do this…" He felt tears leaking out of his eyes again, this time in pain.
Tory quickly halted his fingers again, bending to kiss Colin for distraction. He ran his other hand over the smaller boy's chest, smoothing gentle strokes into the skin in hopes of soothing and relaxing the raven. He broke off and whispered against Colin's lips, "Sorry, I'm trying. Baby, I need you to relax, please. It'll make you feel so much better so much faster."
"I…know," Colin groaned, trying to stem the flow of tears as Tory leaned down to lick at the trails again. "I just can't seem…to…"
"Try harder," Tory whispered, hot breath hitting Colin's ear as he leaned further to suck on the lobe. He slid his hand down to stroke Colin's penis in slow movements, granting him distracting pleasure. "If you relax I can find your prostate and then I promise you'll forget about the pain entirely."
"How do you know?" Colin asked curiously, wincing as he tried to relax his bottom.
"I've fingered myself," Tory grinned, feeling Colin's cock twitch in his fingers at the admission. "You like that."
Colin blushed, pulling Tory down a little so he could snuggle into his "pillow spot," letting the close warmth relax him faster. After Tory deemed him ready enough, the redhead pulled out two of the fingers, prodding gently around until he felt Colin stiffen and gasp. Smiling, he rubbed at the spot. "Good?"
"Nn…yes, do that again," Colin groaned, rubbing his ass back against Tory's finger. Grinning wider, Tory complied, rubbing a few more times before adding a second finger, working both against the prostate and appreciatively taking in Colin's soft moans. Pulling out his fingers, and smiling at the immediate protest, he re-slicked his fingers with his own saliva this time, rubbing at the pucker before sliding all three in. He gently scissored his fingers to stretch the raven-haired teen, making sure to hit the bundle of nerves often. Once he regarded Colin as ready, he pulled out his fingers, spat into his palm and slicked himself quickly.
"Colin, you're sure?"
"Yes…please, do it already…"
"You're ready?" Tory double-checked.
"You'd know better than me, wouldn't you?" Colin glared a little, panting for breath.
Tory chuckled. "True, I guess." He pressed his tip against the pucker, then gently began to slide his way inside. He and Colin gasped in unison at the hot, slick, tight sensation. Tory filled him slowly, his shaft stretching what his fingers hadn't been able to reach, carefully making sure that he didn't tear Colin inside. Once he managed to get all the way in, he leaned over Colin with a gasp, biting gently at the boy's shoulder joint and squeezing the soft hips in order to distract himself from the urge to thrust hard into the tight heat. "Tell me when," he whispered with a slight rasp, licking at the shallow indentations left by his teeth.
"GOD Tory, it's so…nnh…"
"I know," Tory groaned, panting. "Please, hurry. Tell me when, I can't hold still much longer Colin, it's too…ah, intense? Nn…hot…"
Colin squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating hard on relaxing for Tory. When he managed to calm himself enough, he clutched Tory closer, burying his face into the neck. "Okay, move, but—ah! Gently!" He grimaced as Tory moved more quickly than he was ready for.
"Sorry," Tory whispered, "is this better?" He moved at a slower pace, sliding in and out almost tenderly, thought his body screamed at him for friction.
Colin sighed and loosened his grip a little, relaxing into the ground. "Okay. You can go faster than that."
Tory sighed in relief, feeling sweat run down the back of his neck. He jerked his hips a little, making his thrusts a little faster but not more powerful, not wanting to hurt Colin again.
"Tell me when you want more," he said.
"More," Colin answered automatically, starting to adjust more quickly.
Shocked a little, but taking in the serious and needy expression on Colin's face, Tory grinned and thrust a little faster, bit by bit increasing his pace.
"Mmm…" Colin moaned, starting to enjoy the friction as much as Tory, and began to move back a little against Tory's thrusts, making them harder. Tory leaned down to kiss him, and the slight change in position caused him to brush against the raven's prostate. Colin moaned hotly into his mouth.
"More, do that again," Colin whispered as they parted.
Tory slowed his hips down to probe gently around, trying to find a good angle to access Colin's prostate from. When he found it, he rubbed against it slowly, milking a long moan from the smaller teen. Colin squeezed his shoulder a little painfully.
"I need it harder than this, Tory," he whispered, no longer embarrassed.
Tory complied, beginning to thrust again directly at the bundle of nerves, moving faster and harder at Colin's steady commands. Colin moaned, squeezing his eyes shut against frustrated tears, and suddenly wrapped his legs around Tory's waist, causing the sleeping bags to jerk open from the upward movement. He didn't even notice, his attention favoring the quest for more friction and harder contact. Using his hold on Tory's waist he forced the redhead to slam down hard into him.
"Ah! Mmm!" He smiled in pleasure, keeping his eyes shut as he pulled Tory closer to him in order to claim his spot in the curve of Tory's neck, continuing to work his legs to assist Tory in pounding into him. When Tory tried to soften the rhythm, he didn't let him. The redhead then instead thrust deeply into Colin and held himself still. Colin's eyes shot open and he yanked his head back to glare in disbelief. "Don't fucking stop!"
"Colin, if we do it that hard your pelvic bone is going to bruise," Tory said worriedly, and Colin moved an arm to punch weakly at his chest.
"I don't fucking care! I need it to be forceful! Please!" Colin made to let go of Tory and push on his chest to make him slide outwards, so that Colin could propel the thrusting. In response, Tory locked his own arm at his side and used that hand to grab Colin's shaft, forcing the raven to hold still so that he wouldn't be yanking himself painfully against Tory's hold on his cock.
"Colin…"
"Please, Tory…" the raven whispered, trailing off as he lowered his head helplessly.
"Colin, I don't…I can't hurt you. I love you."
"It doesn't hurt. It feels good." Colin insisted. "Everyone always treats me so fucking breakable just because I'm important to the Project. Don't treat me like that. Please. Give me what I want."
"It'll hurt in the morning," Tory argued. 'The Gaia Project? This is the first time he's ever actually even mentioned it.'
"If it actually hurts in the morning then I'll deal with it in the morning." Colin stared up at him almost accusingly. Tory sighed.
"Colin…"
"Please."
"Colin, I'll make you a deal. In the morning when it hurts, I get to say "I told you so," you have to let me take care of you as gently as I want since you'll be in no condition to even walk by yourself from the soreness, and you have to tell me about the Gaia Project." He stared back determinedly.
Colin looked startled. "H-how do you know about the—"
Tory chuckled to cover his embarrassment. "Colin…I'm completely fixated with you. You refused to let me have any information about you, so I just got it myself. And I don't know what the Gaia Project is, specifically, just that you're involved in something called that and it sounds important."
"You stalked me?"
"Hacked is closer. And borrowed some info out of your student records." He looked away, feeling a little ashamed, but was surprised to feel Colin's cock twitch in his hand. "Eh? That…turns you on?" He asked in incredulity.
Colin blushed, looking a little awed. "You care about me that much?"
"I…well, yeah?" Tory asked, blushing too and leaning down a little boldly to brush their lips together. "…deal?"
"Um," Colin swallowed. "Okay." He pressed his lips firmly up against Tory's. "Now fuck me hard."
"Okay, but I'm just afraid you're going to regret this in the morning," Tory warned.
Colin laid his head back, his pretty hair fanning around his head in a pure black halo. He smiled sinfully up at Tory. "I bet you couldn't make me regret it if you tried."
Shocked, Tory then let out a feral growl at having his competence questioned. "I'll make you bleed like the bitch you are," he hissed crudely.
Colin just smirked sexily. "That's exactly what I wanted to hea—AAAH! FUCK!" He screamed as Tory pulled back quickly and slammed into him. Colin's leg-lock on his hips made him stab the raven's prostate directly.
"Mm, Tory…" He moaned sluttily, squeezing his thighs against Tory's hips. The redhead grinned and bent over him.
"Teach you to doubt me. Again?" Tory mocked condescendingly. "Do it again?"
The jab was lost entirely on Colin, whose mind was reeling at the pleasure. "Yes…"
"Ask me nicely."
"Please, again…"
"How bad do you want it?" Tory grinned.
"Mm…I'll suck your cock if you fuck me into the ground."
"Shit!" Tory's cock twitched in Colin's ass. "I'm holding you to that." He quickly pulled out and slammed back in, setting up a fast rhythm, just as Colin wanted. Getting addicted to the heady moans issuing from his lover beneath him, Tory commanded Colin to release his leg-lock, then grabbed underneath his knees and forced his legs forward, shifting his own body to keep an angle that hit Colin's prostate. His thrusting became more vertical than before, allowing gravity to assist him in slamming his hips into Colin's.
"AH!" Colin hissed as he felt his inner walls tear a little from the force, smiling and turning his head to the side to pant for air as he felt the heat coiling in his belly unwinding and racing downward. Pleasure singed his nerves and he gripped Tory's biceps for support as he came screaming, his cum splattering onto his upper chest and cheek due to the angle Tory was keeping his hips at. He licked at his cheek, looking back at Tory to see the redhead gasping due to the smasming of his inner walls as well as the hot slick blood that was providing additional lubrication. "Kiss me," he moaned, and Tory pressed down forcefully, bringing his knees all the way to the ground on either side of his head while meshing their mouths together for a seed-flavored kiss. The redhead thrust and held himself deep inside Colin while he came hard against the prostate, groaning into the raven's mouth.
Tory collapsed into Colin, then pulled out, rolling off of him onto the canvas floor of the tent in order to let him breathe easier.
"…wow."
"Yeah," Colin agreed.
"…WOW." Tory repeated. "God. That was so amazing. And you…" He turned his head to glance teasingly at Colin. "You very quickly turn into a moaning little slut when you're horny," he kidded.
Colin smirked, knowing there was no heat in Tory's statement. "Your slut." He answered simply, looking seductively at Tory out of the corner of his eye. He grinned when Tory's softening cock twitched, hardening back a little. "You like me dirty, don't you."
Tory just grinned, not denying it, but looked surprised when Colin sat up and leaned over him, gasping when the smaller teen licked the tip of his penis. "Colin?!"
"Hm? Think you need to come again?" Colin smiled up at him, leaning further to lick along the vein running the length of the underside of his shaft. It twitched against his tongue.
"Colin, it was just a joke, you're tired, you don't need to do that—"
"I want to," Colin interrupted. He blushed just slightly, making him look even sexier. "Please?" He licked at the tip again, circling his tongue around it and sucking it softly into his mouth.
"Colin…nnh…but it's a little…bloody," Tory protested, embarrassed.
The raven glanced up with a feral grin. "It's kinky."
Tory stared. "Are you still horny?"
"No," Colin shrugged, "I'm fine. Once is enough. I'm calming down. I just really want to do this." He leaned down again and before Tory could protest any more he lapped quickly at the drop of precum forming at the tip before sucking the shaft slowly into his mouth. He moaned around the thick rod.
Tory's eyes dilated at the very pleasurable sensation and he involuntarily thrust up into the wet heat. Colin gagged and jerked his head back, coughing, and Tory jolted upright, rubbing the smaller teen's back soothingly. "You okay?!"
Colin glared up at him and shoved his chest, making him fall back. His head hit the floor painfully. The raven quickly leaned down over him and pressed firmly against his hips before taking the tip of Tory's penis in between his teeth, biting gently. "Bad."
Tory hissed lightly.
Kissing the spot, Colin continued down, altering soft bites and kisses along the shaft and nibbling at the scrotum before sucking wetly on each of the testicles. Tory moaned and arched his chest, keeping his hips on the floor only because Colin had them pinned down. Colin ran his tongue back up the vein, then sucked down the shaft again, fitting as much as he could into his mouth and fisting the rest with one hand, pumping. He started putting more suction on it as he began bobbing his head, and smirked inwardly as he heard Tory moan wantonly.
"You like, bitch?" He taunted, laughing.
With a little smirk back, Tory reached down and ran his fingers through Colin's hair. "Oh, go suck a cock. Hey, how convenient, there's one right here!" He laughed, gently forcing Colin's head down, and the raven acquiesced with a smile, sucking gently and then increasing the suction, bobbing again and bringing one hand down to squeeze Tory's balls.
Moaning, Tory whispered, "Colin."
Knowing his redhead was close, he sucked harder, moving his mouth faster and moving his fingers down to stimulate the perineum. With a sharp gasp, Tory arched up further and came hard in Colin's mouth, a little dribbling out the corner as Colin tried to swallow around his penis. Colin crawled on top of him, smiling and looking at him with half-lidded eyes while licking up the escaped cum and making a soft sound akin to purring. To Tory he looked for all the world like a satisfied cat who just got a saucer of thick cream.
"You sure are corrupt for a righteous little Christian," he teased softly, reaching up to scratch under his "kitty's" chin.
Frowning, Colin poked him in the stomach. "And whose fault is it that I've just undergone a moral realignment?"
"Hey, I'm not the one who's been denying my inner whore because of a book. I'm perfectly content to be along for the ride while you examine your own faith and cut loose." Tory grinned.
Colin poked him again half-heartedly, laying his cheek down on Tory's chest and reaching his arms up to tug at the redhead's neck with a tired whimper.
Tory aww-ed. "God, you're adorable when you're all cuddly like this. Is kitty sleepy?" He teased. Colin nipped sharply at his nipple, and he hissed before gripping the raven's waist gently and helping him slide up to reach his "pillow spot." Pressing a kiss to the soft lips, he let his (*coughsexcough*) kitten snuggle into his neck as he rested his head on Colin's.
After a minute he remembered. "The sunrise." He checked his watch. "Can you hold off on the sleep about twenty minutes?" Colin nipped his Adams apple. "Is that a no?" A kiss pressed to it this time. He sighed, smiling fondly. "Alright. Then we'll watch the next one. Goodnight, Colin."
"Mm'night," he heard mumbled in reply.
"I love you," he whispered tenderly, smiling wider.
"Mm'too."
Keeping Colin on top of him while scooting over, he lay on one sleeping bag while plopping the other on top of them, then let out a long yawn. He switched off the lantern before quickly following Colin off to sleep.
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TBC; this is a twoshot. Please R&R (I just realized that I always forget to write this at the bottom. I also always forget the disclaimer xD)
