Ease dropping Ease dropping
Pointless smut. With as much as these two are supposed to go at it I'm surprised there's not more of this.
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Jack's POV:
I am so tired. I don't know when the last time I slept is. All I hear every night is Tyler and Marla,. Neither of them have any shame. They scream and moan as if there the only two in the house. They don't bother to hush their voices as they talk dirty to one another.
"Well have you?"
"Once or twice but I don't want to-"
"Bend over!"
"You can't give me orders like that! I'm not some common whore you-"
There speech is cut off by the sound of lips meeting lips and the springs of a bed squeaking. I should get up. I should move to anther room, one where I don't spend every night listing to this. I don't move.
"In your dreams butt face! I'm not-"
"I said bend over."
"Tyler I-"
Marla screams loudly and I cant help but smile and chuckle at this. I hate her. I want Tyler to make her scream over and over again Tyler must have laughed to 'cause the next thing I hear is:
"That wasn't funny Tyler, that fuckin' hurt!"
"Shut up. It'll get better"
"OH! Ow!"
"Relax. Just trust me and let me-"
"Tyler!!"
"Stop tensing up babe, it'll be less-."
"Oh! Wait! I- "
I try to ignore their filthy dialog. I try not to picture my self in there instead of Tyler. As I lay in my bed I try not to picture my self carrying out the very same conversations.
I blame it on sleep deprivation. No way I would ever think about that parasite in that way if I weren't so out of it. No way I'd want her filthy body.
"Tyler that's-"
"Not so bad is it."
"Mmmmm…no"
"You like it, don't you?"
Marla doesn't answer. The squeaking stops. The moaning and whimpering stops. There's silence in the house for the first time in hours.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Say it."
"Say what."
"Say you like it."
I don't know why I stay there, listening to my own personal radio porn between the girl who ruined my life and my best friend but I do. I give up on sleep and move closer to the paper thin wall, left hand slipping down the front of my sweat pants.
"Well?"
"You're an ass."
"That wasn't the question."
"Yes! Yes damn it, now move!"
I'm sick. Why am I picturing its me with Marla in there? I tell my self how fucked up I am in the head as my hand flys up and down inside my gray pants. I wonder if they can hear the grunts and moans I'm letting out
"Yes."
"Oh baby your feel great."
"Mm. Tyler."
"See? I know what I'm doing."
I don't want to be doing this but I am. I'm sitting here masturbating to the sound of my best friend and his girl friend. I can't stop from wishing I was in there instead of Tyler. My hand moves faster. I'm close, they're close too. They aren't speaking just grunting and panting and moaning. 'I Wanna be in Tyler's place.' I think, only a few jerks from the end. 'I wanna be in Marla's place.' That's it. The end. The inside of my pants are sticky. My hands are sticky.
'I wanna be in marlas place.' That thought bounces through my mind. How could I have thought that? Damn. I shake my head. I need some sleep.
Seconds later they both fall quiet with matching screams and I close my eyes. Good there done and I can sleep. I close my eyes and slide down in my bed. I'm almost asleep when I hear:
"So you thought that was fun, humm Tyler? Lest see how you like it."
"Sorry to break it to ya baby but you don't have a dick."
"Actually, you see this?"
I'm not in the room but I already know Marla is holding out one of her plastic 'friends'
"Remember at my apartment when I told you he was no threat to you? I lied."