Author's Note: I couldn't have been the only one thinking it but there seems to be a huge lack of Shameless fanfiction. Get working on that people.
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The Destruction of Lip Gallagher
Lip just has something about him, it could be his sexy ass hair or the way he could speak words to me and I couldn't understand a damn he said. Whatever it was, when his sister invited me to her weird sleepover, I knew this would be my chance to finally meet him. But not just to meet him, I know who I am. Holly, the retarded slut who hadn't made it past the fifth grade. I knew Lip had a thing for Karen, another girl with a slutty reputation but that wasn't going to stop me.
"So it's either the original Nightmare on Elm Street or The New Guy," Ian, the other brother was saying, holding the two movies in his hands. Ian was a touch more beautiful than Lip but in a boyish sense. I wanted someone who could fuck me as rough and wild as Mandy was being screwed upstairs. I could hear it but it made no difference to me. I knew when my time would come.
[i]"Jesus," he pants, pounding into her sweaty body as the loose headboard of the bed bangs against the wall.[/i]
A movie had already been put in when I finally bring my back from upstairs. Little Hank had taken advantage of my distraction and wrapped an arm around me. I glance at him, "Is this really happening?"
He frowns and removes his arm, "Bitch."
"I just know what I want," I glare right back at him. He breaks eye contact, averting his eyes back to the slaughter on the television screen. Ian had obviously chosen Nightmare on Elm Street.
Everyone was asleep. My phone buzzed happily beside me, signifying that it was 3:45 and time to get up. I didn't need the alarm because I hadn't fallen asleep yet, I was too excited. I tip-toe to the bathroom and quickly fix my hair and reapply my make-up.
"Beautiful," I whisper to myself after inspecting my handy work. Satisfied with my appearance, I remove my underwear and throw them in my purse. I was ready.
He was snoring softly in his room, shirt off and a pair of jeans hanging loose off his hips. His phone was clutched in his hand, like he was waiting for someone to call him. I tip-toe across the room and place one of my knees gently on the bed. It creaks quietly but Lip doesn't stir.
I pull my other knee up and over him, straddling his naked flesh under my thighs.
"Mmmm," he mumbles, "Well that was fast."
I bend over and slide my tongue in his mouth. He isn't quite awake though and his body makes no response. I kiss him harder and start to unbutton his jeans. "Shhhh."
He finally tries to engage in my kiss but it is a weak attempt and I stop to shimmy his jeans off his hips. "Karen," he mutters, "Mmmm, Karen."
This makes me freeze. "Karen?" I whisper hotly, "That's who you think it is?"
My voice makes him open his eyes. "What the fuck?" I whip the jeans at his face and look around the room before settling on the lamp on the desk.
Lip holds one hand to his eye, "Holly, what the fuck are you doing in here?" His tone is still sleepy, the only reason I am able to smash the lamp wrapped in a blanket over his head. He crumples back onto his bed, unconscious and vulnerable in just in his boxers.
"Well Lip," I say even though he can't hear me, "I guess I'll just have to do this the hard way."
I kiss him again but move down to his chest, warm and inviting, planting kiss after kiss till I reach the trim of his boxers before he stirs again. A pained moan escapes his lips and he tries to turn away. I grab a dirty sock off the floor shove it in his mouth before pulling the duct tape out of my purse and wrapping it around his head. I manage to get a heavier amount around his arms before his eyes blink open and his begins thrashing. I am on top of him though, and my weigh on his legs is enough to keep him on the bed.
His muffled cries for help can't help but turn me on though, I need him and I need him now. He starts trying to hit me with his bound hands but I stop him and pull them above his head, taping them on the headboard he had so recently fucked Mandy against. It's an awkward angle and it looks like it hurts but I have no time to indulge in the sight as his legs squirm from under me, begging to be freed. I reach towards my purse on the floor to grab the rope but he bucks me off of him and sends me to the floor.
"You asshole!" I scold him. With the rope in my hands, I try and grab one of his thrashing legs but the other one manages to kick me in the face. I fall backwards, dazed, as blood pours from my nose.
Pissed now, I stalk around to the headboard with his arms strapped to it and drape the rope across his neck. We make eye contact for a second as he realizes what I am threatening him with and with new strength he tries breaking free. I wrap the rope around his neck, pull the strings and watch as his eyes bulge out of his skull. They flutter before drifting shut and I release the ropes, immediately checking for a pulse.
After making sure he is alive, I tie his legs to the bed and re-tape his arms. The process takes long enough for him to come around again, but with his legs tied, he can only buck his hips angrily. A wordless scream is quieted by the sock in his throat, he gags, chokes for a second and then quiets. I think for a second he had passed out again but he just stares at me with cold eyes.
"If you think you can guilt me out of this," I say to him as I pull his boxers down, "You're wrong."
His dick is completely limp to my dismay, but I knew that all men were the same. Enough tongue working could make anyone get off, whether they want to or not. I run my tongue along his shaft lightly, he shivers, bucking his hips and crying out in protest but he can do nothing as I go down on him. His face seems conflicted as I pleasure him but his dick is erect now, whatever he was feeling didn't compromise what I wanted.
"Oh, Lip," I touch his face despite his best efforts to turn away from it, "You want me to fuck you?"
He starts shaking his head violently; his screams had turned into harsh noises, the kind animals make when they're in pain. Without the upper hand in a situation, Lip looks young innocent, without his big mouth he seemed just as lost as everyone in this shitty neighborhood. That untouchable beauty seems to drift away from him and all I am straddling is a broken child whose Mommy left him to explore her own sexuality. All I had truly seen in Lip was a glimmer of hope amongst the garbage and shit in this town.
And I had destroyed that glimmer.