A/n: Juli, and Nephy helped me write this oh, and Middy actually because I bothered her quite a bit...a while back when I made the idea.
Oh, and I trashed quite a few authors in this story...some who I actually love like Christopher Rice...and Laurel K. Hamilton totally pwns Stephanie Meyer
Starving Love
After unfastening the buttons to reveal the skin beneath, he timidly planted butterfly kisses here and there on his stomach. As if pleased by this, Kevin squirmed and gave a heavy sigh. Strangely enough, the younger man was pleased with himself, knowing he had this sort of effect on him. Feeling bolder, he loosened Kevin's slacks and tugged them down, hands now resting on the throbbing cock that quivered beneath him.
He bent his head down, placing his lips direction his member. All he wanted to do was give Kevin absolute pleasure for all of the times he had done for him. After familiarizing him with the head of the cock, he slowly inched the thick staff passed his lips to his mouth.
"What the fuck is this?!" I whispered, actually wanting to scream to the heavens. "Who the hell would write something like this…let alone read it?"
I was in a bookstore out of town for Mike; if he wasn't going out with Gwen I probably would of never gone so far out here to pick up this…disgusting book.
The author had a pen name so I wasn't too sure who the real one was, Mike was sure the author was a man because of how well he associated himself with the male body. That was a year of Health class I never got back. It's so embarrassing to talk about, let alone read.
I grabbed another book off of a wooden shelf, this alien book that some male author Mike was also in love with. Flipping through it was much better than his weird ass sex book.
"Don't tell me you're a chicken too?" the new arrival sneered. I heard a few muffled laughs to my left, noticing a gang-like lot staring at me. Knowing for sure I had turned bright red my cheeks burnt from embarrassment. Their gazes did not shift from me; I was becoming intimidated by this pack of gorillas staring menacingly, like I was their prey. I attempted to force myself through the growing crowd, panicking and hoping to make it safely down.
Chills wriggled up my spine as I felt a large hand gripping tightly onto my arm, then more grasps around my ankles and hips. I felt my feet lift off the ground and my weight hoisted high into the breezy air. Without my awareness I began screaming like a maniac as the attackers lifted me over the rail bars, hanging me in mid-air over the rough water. My stomach gave a flip and I started shaking uncontrollably. I was still pleading for help at the top of my lungs when I felt the tight grasps released.
For a split second the cold wind rushed past my flushed face, I heard the echoing of male voices and my own a thousand times louder screaming. I turned my head when the dark water was a fraction away from my face which was followed by the piercing slap of the water against my back. Icy water formed around me, steadily entering my nostrils. I tried to move my limbs but continued drifting downwards, thumping on the sandy layer below."
This was apparently the female version of his alien book, which title I couldn't even pronounce since it was some weird O word that ending in X. Female version, meaning he took one of the three main characters and gave her, her own story to see if the fan boys will like it. It seemed so…cliché I guess, including how every story had three main characters. Examples: Harry Potter, Totally Spies, Charlie's Angels; and I wasn't even going to go on my, How-every-vampire-fan-loves-twilight rant. I mean, it's overdone…
Now, before I start getting yelled at, lets get to the real point here, Kevin Levin wasn't that good of an author. Maybe it's the purpose that I barely read; and it's too popular…just like My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie, that piece of shit of a fan fiction.
"Hey Ben…" A female voice spoke which made me look up from the page I was reading.
"Oh, Charm…"
"Oh, Charm? Well, that isn't the best way to greet me now is it?"
Charm was an old friend of my cousin, Gwen. She was probably the most creative and most strange person in the world and I believe she went out with Mike a while back. Charm was actually a writer, but now she just was an editor for this big publishing company and had three people she mainly worked for, one of them being Kevin.
"Whatever…" I put the books in the bag next to me that contained three magazines and something I was getting for Gwen's birthday present…
"Look, Mike wants to throw you and Gwen a birthday party, not the most creative idea and he isn't good at hiding things. I told him no so many times but he's just being an ass about them all." She took a glance to the shelves I was near. "Oh, reading Kevin's stuff are you?"
"Mike asked me to pick it up while he's at his parents so Gwen can meet them."
"Did you read…" She clasped her hands together, "An Innocent Obsession?"
"You mean…that…" I gulped. "sex book?"
"Yeah, I saw it at the front of the store. Not too sure why they'd make it public when teenagers or even kids are going to wonder what it is."
I shrugged. "Some people are stupid."
"Kevin actually asked me to ask you something…because he heard you're an artist…then I told him you're a brat and all your opinions are from hanging around me and Mike."
"No they aren't!"
"Uh…Christopher Rice?"
"Do you know he's gay?"
"Chris Crutcher?
"never heard of him…"
"Ally Kennen?"
"Eh, she's okay…"
"What did she write?"
"Shut up. What favor did you want?" I picked up the bag and headed off to sit on a chair that was near the windows by the registers; Charm following in a wavering movement.
"He wants you to draw the cover for his next book…well, the one you read…" She sat down, moving her dyed, white hair out of the way. "What you read was a short story, he wanted to know how people took it before he wrote the entire thing."
"I'm guessing it went well."
"Better than well. So, will you draw it?"
"Am I getting paid?"
"He said he'll give you whatever you want…and hopefully that isn't a lifetime of smoothies."
"Fine…I'll do it…"
Charm stood up, grabbing a piece of paper from her bag, her light pink eyes (made from contacts)–well, they kind of looked purple from an angle–looking to make sure it was the right one. "Here…"
She handed me the paper, it was his address, not that far from this bookstore actually.
"I'll have to borrow your car…" I told her, making her cross her arms.
"Borrow Gwen's or get your own, you aren't touching my car."
I rolled my eyes at her, getting up to buy the books and leave this place once in for all, I had enough of these…sex books…and the face that Kevin really did right it and now we were the only three people who knew it…wait until Mike found out.
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It must have been two hours later from a late bus, and my begging Mike to take me over to the house. He thought I had some hot date which was a bit ridiculous because I haven't dated anyone since Julie my senior year and that was almost six years ago.
I wasn't much into dating since I felt it was embarrassing, fifty percent of the time, and the other fifty was just an excuse to get laid.
I made my way up the entrance of the apartment, buzzing to even let me in. It was a pretty rich neighborhood now that I thought of it, a few singers used to live down here and some movie stars. Yeah, I hung out with Mike a little too much.
The entire inside of the house was some sort of blue or just white. The windows were all fiberglass but it gave the whole edge to the modern and the futuristic era. The hallways were made of some sort of material I'd never be able to name or make up; it was much like marble though.
His apartment was on the second to sixth or seventh floor, number Thirty-Two. I knocked on the door in some expectations since I've never seen this Kevin person before.
The man who answered the door was of course what I expected, a smoker if that since the smell loomed off of his clothing. He had long black hair that was a bit different then how clean cut I thought he'd…well, wanted him to be.
He turned his back on me, walking back to the couch he was probably sitting on since there was a cup of coffee and a few pieces of paper on the glass, antique table. I followed him into his place, standing near the couch.
"Do you want something to drink?" He asked, picking his cup up and heading into the kitchen which was in the living room itself, just much bigger so it looked well together.
"Uh…sure…"
"You can put your stuff on the table. Anything specific you want?"
I put my stuff down, grabbing my pad and a few pencils, moving to shut his door since I felt paranoid that it was opened and if someone just happened to walk in…"Uh…"
"I'll just get you a soda."
I nodded moving to sit in the kitchen at a wooden table. "Charm said you wanted to-"
He cut me off. "Draw the cover for my book, I've seen your work, Ben, you're really good."
"…thank you…" I felt like I would of blushed. "What am I drawing for you?"
"Something with two guys…" He came over and put a large stack of typed papers on the table, "you can read it if you want…"
I shivered. "It's that…weird…sex story…?"
"Don't tell me you're a homophobe."
I shook my head.
"Then what's the problem?"
"…I don't know…it's just weird…"
Kevin pulled out his wooden chair, sitting nonchalantly on it with a smug look as if he was actually interested to hear what I had to say.
I sighed, putting my drawing items on the table.
"You've never thought about having sex with the same gender?"
I stayed quiet.
"Don't tell me, you're a virgin…how old are you…haven't you even been to a strip club, or even-"
"shut up!" I was too flustered to allow him to continue talking.
"Oh, so you're a closet gay…" He said, getting off of his chair and moving over to me, making me get up and move away from him, I really didn't want this guy to touch me.
"Shut up."
"Not until you answer me, Ben."
I blushed, moving away from him and back to the couch, sitting there and crossing my arms.
"You're being a bitch, I hope you know that."
"So, you're the one trying to make me say I'm gay when I'm not."
"So why don't you have a girlfriend, or married at your age…"
"I'm almost twenty-five…who's married at that age…?"
He shrugged and shrunk down in the seat next to me. "People who aren't us." He gave a grin.
"shut up…"
There was some quick movement that involved the room spinning and me being pushed against the couch, hands wrapped against my wrists quite tightly. I moved my arms, seeing if there was any hope of getting free; I was a bit relieved. I wasn't sure why though, I didn't even know this guy…maybe I was gay…
He moved his hands, using one to keep my hands in place and the other to snake underneath my pants and boxers. The only reaction possible was burying my head but I couldn't do that unless my hands were released and that wasn't happening anytime soon…
Well, that was a lie because the doorbell rang rather than a knock at the door.
Kevin cursed under his breathe, not moving from his spot but instead rubbing the tips of his fingers at my back entrance.
"…S-stop…go ge-t the door…"
His pushed his finger inside me. "They'll come back…"
The doorbell rang again, then a few knocks. It was a female but the voice seemed so distorted with the whimpers I was letting out as his fingers rubbed against my walls, panting when there were two thrusting inside of me.
"get the door!" I yelled at him which made Kevin give a husky laugh and move from my body, the cool fingers leaving my body.
Kevin fixed his shirt and moved to the door as I sat up, he looked rather cheerful as he did so. The person outside was a delivery man, a large package in hand and in his blue attire he was actually…cute…and I hate to say it…
"Sign here." His voice spoke, licking his dark lips. He was African-American, and rather happy as well.
Kevin took the device and signed his name, taking the package from him when he was done. He shut the door and headed back to the couch. "told you they'd come back…"
"Just shut up…" I crossed my arms over my chest as Kevin went through the package, opening with ease. "what is it anyway?"
"something Charm sent me a while back, it's a few books she found out of state, and some of mine in different languages.
"Oh…" I didn't really know what to say, I just wanted to leave really…not have a man like him touch me…or even do something like that.
"Go work on the picture…"
"What do you want it to look like?"
"I just showed you, Ben."
And this was going to be the longest week of my life.