Hello one and all . . . I think I've kept the suspense long enough! (actually I had to house sit for my grandparents and had no internet .)
TO ALL: I'm working on another story (yeah I know .) and I'm actually on part two but wasn't sure if you guys were at all interested on me posting it. I'll put the first paragraph (from part one) at the end of the chapter. Also this chapter will go by extremely quick . . . I do not have them break out so it was either nice and fast or you'd end up with 50 chapters of them moping about not seeing each other *yawn*
And so, without further ado . . . I give you . . . part two! (I swear the riming thing wasn't planned .)
Rating: R
Warnings: Course language, violence, sexual situations, uncomfortable settings (hinted rape), anal, oral sex, rimming, use of alcohol, character death
Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE— Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Devon/Dennis (Dennis/Devon), OC/Colin, Seamus/Noah (Noah, Seamus), Sand/Alex (Alex/Sand), Seamus/Colin/Noah, Mitchell/Colin
. . . Story Begins . . .
Seamus sighed and ran his hands through his hair; seated on a hard bed in a cold damp cell in St. Patrick's Institution for Juveniles ages 16-21. He got to see his blonde on a rare occasion, both being on different schedules. He hated it, he hated his cell mate.
He stood up when the door buzzed and clicked, slipping open. The brunette followed his usual path, picking up the towel and heading to the showers with the other cell mates. He stepped in and froze, eyes locking with nervous blue.
"S-Seamus?" Colin rushed forwards and rammed into the taller, hugging him tight, arms wrapping around him. "They made me shower at this hour instead of the previous one. I had a meeting when I normally shower."
"Yeah?" Seamus smiled and breathed in the smaller's unique sent. "Fuck I missed you. C'mon." He led him over to one on the few stalls and slipped the curtain shut, leaning down and ghosting his lips along the smaller's slowly undressing him, both smiling.
"It's been a long time." The blonde whispered and the taller nodded at him, tilting his head up and pressing their mouths together. The kiss started off gentle and become rougher with each passing minute, hands gripping and tearing at clothes, gasps falling from parted lips and teeth nipped and pulled at soft, pale flesh. A whimper left the smaller and Seamus turned the water on, looking his boyfriend over. Fuck he missed him. He pressed his lips to the slim neck and laid gentle kisses along the heated skin, warm water slipping down their back. They could hear cries of pain and pleased grunts from the open area and ignored it. They heard that every time someone showered.
Colin slid a hand into wet locks, gripping the strands tight, fingers tips from his other hand, slipping along the wet bicep and back, lightly scratching at the skin.
"I missed you." He whispered, the older's mouth still working at his neck.
"I missed you too lil one." Seamus pulled back and attached their mouths again, pressing the petite boy into the cold wall, sliding his hands down slim sides and hips before reaching down and lightly cupping the smaller, a gasp reaching his ears. He turned Colin around and squatted down behind him, rubbing the parted thighs affectionately. The English boy shivered and tried to grip at the wall, the older's tongue slipping into him. He cried out and pushed back, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Hands massaged his arse and Seamus pulled back, pressing one of his fingers to the other's back end, sliding it in.
Colin gasped and moaned, spreading his legs more and pushing back.
"How do you want it love?" an Irish whisper ghosted over his ear as a second digit twisted with the first.
"Deep. Really fucking deep."
"Mmm alright." He continued stretching the smaller and pulled back, a whine reaching his ears. He turned the water up so it was a little bit hotter and pulled the smaller's hips towards him so he was bent. Seamus pushed into the smaller slowly, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses along the wet back, down each vertebrate he could reach as he slid further in, rubbing the slippery sides affectionately, water cascading down their bodies.
He groaned when he was buried to the hilt, pushing his hips hard into the other, pants and moans filling the area. He stood up straight and carefully pulled out, his lover biting his lip. The brunette snapped his hips forwards, a loud cry leaving his blonde, the smaller pushing back, shivering.
The taller repeated the action, forcing his hips hard against the others. He closed his eyes as he felt the boil build up quickly, the heat of the water adding to the pleasure, Colin gasping and clenching.
"Oh fuck!" The blonde tossed his head back and cried out, exploding against the wall, the taller gasping and following shortly after. They both smiled, trying to catch their breaths. Seamus pulled out and the smaller stood up, turning to face him and tucking his head under the older's chin, their arms wrapping around one another.
"Creevey! Finnigan! Times up!"
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He lifted his head from his hands and sighed, looking out and across at the people in front of his room. He had three days left. They promised to let him see Colin before he left but visitations were exterminated between them and their friends and family. Colin was allowed no visitors once Seamus was gone.
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Colin bit his lip and tried not to think about the big burly man next to his bed. The cell clinked and he waited patiently, head down.
"Colin?" Blonde locks shot up and he flung himself across the room and into the taller's arms, a sob leaving him. "Shh, I know, I-it'll be alright." Seamus pulled back and gave him a chaste kiss, the smaller deepening it.
"Seamus, promise me something?"
"Yea love?" The brunette whispered holding the younger close to him, Colin sniffed and his body shook.
"Don't wait for me. I-if something happens and I'm not out I don't want you waiting. I need you to move on. Promise me." The teller pulled back shocked, his blue orbs watering.
"Colin no!"
"Seamus please! Promise me Shay! Please!" He sobbed and gripped his shirt tight.
"O-ok, I'll think about it Cols."
"Alright, enough you two, Finnigan let's go." The guard growled out. The Irishman bit his lip and nodded, giving another small kiss to his seventeen year old boyfriend.
"I'll see you when you're nineteen alright love?" Colin just nodded and watched him go, collapsing into a heap on the floor when he was out of sight.
Seamus had no intention of moving on, none at all.
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Devon rubbed his brother's back; Dennis crawled up on his boyfriends lap, the older moping. He had been home for a week and he couldn't stand the idea of not hearing from his blonde, the idea of him all alone in that prison.
Who knew what was happening to his blonde? His Colin.
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Colin bit his lip and looked away pouting slightly. "Happy nineteenth Shay." He looked at the dark walls and sighed, trying to think. He had one hour to kill before they were sent to the yard for labour.
A hand slid down his bare back and he flinched, glaring down at his feet, the man in front of him unclasped his bottoms and pulling out his member, a smirk on the tanned face. The blonde fucking hated it here.
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Seamus finished putting the horses' gear away. He promised he'd come down and see his Gran, help out with the stables. He had his own little flat with just the basics. He hoped Colin would still wanna be with him when he got out.
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Colin's eyes hardened and he pulled his fist back, throwing his weight into his punch, hitting the guard square in the jaw. Two more restrained him as he kicked and yelled, thrashing in the strong grip. They threw him into his cell, knocking the wind out of him, hitting his head off the wall.
That got him another two years for assaulting his sixth officer. He was never getting out. The guard was trying to sexually harass him and he gets two more years for standing up for himself? What the fuck?
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"Hey." He looked to the side and blinked through the fog of his buzz.
"Hi?" The brunette raised his brow at the sandy blonde seated next to him. The other gave him a smile and nodded, turning away slightly. He turned a drink in his hand and the older realized something. "Non alcoholic?"
"Yea." Blue eyes pierced his gaze and a smile broke out. "Can't drink." He shrugged and sipped his water.
"Why not?" he turned his own glass around on the table, fiddling with it.
"I'd rather not talk to a complete stranger about my problems ya know?" He smiled at him, flashing his white teeth, a dimple on both cheeks. He had a small nose that complemented him well and plump lips. He was pale and lean, his straight hair falling around his ears and the nape of his neck. The back stuck up slightly on the crown but the slight alfalfa thing suited him.
"Understandable." Seamus sighed and pushed the shot away, the man at the bar catching it, red hair and green eyes locking asking silently if he needed another. The brunette put his hands up and shook his head. He was done for the night. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to distract himself.
"Hey, do you wanna dance or something?" The other asked.
"What?" Seamus' head shot to him, a look of astonishment in his eyes.
"O-oh, uh did I get the wrong vibe?" He bit his lip.
"N-no I'm gay." He shifted uncomfortably.
"So do you wanna dance?" The brunette closed his eyes and thought.
"I-I don't know. I ah, I'm in a tough spot right now with my boyfriend." Seamus muttered. The boy next to him nodded.
"Oh alright." He looked away. "You need to talk about it?"
"No." It was monotone. Seamus tapped the table absentmindedly. "He's in jail." The other's blue eyes widened. "I can't tell you why but we both were sent. He's only eighteen right now too. I haven't seen him in six months and I've got another four years to go."
"Shit." The other sighed and the corners of his mouth turned down. "Come on, trust me then alright? You should take your mind off this and drinking will just make you dwell on it." He stood up and pulled the other off the chair. The boy was about eight inches shorter than him. "Noah by the way. That there," He pointed to the bar tender. "Is my brother Alex." Seamus nodded.
"Seamus." He stuck his hand out and the other grasped it in a surprisingly firm grip.
"Now come on, dance with me alright?" He tugged the older to the floor, said boy hesitating slightly but let the shorter pull him, a slow song filling his ears. The sandy blonde stopped and walked closer to the taller, wrapping his arms around the thick neck.
Seamus let out a heavy breath and raised his hands and placing them on the narrow hips. He never actually got a chance to dance with Colin, well except for horizontality. They started a slow movement, the younger swaying his lower half but making sure he didn't touch the taller.
Their eyes locked and for a moment, Seamus forgot. Blue filled his vision, so many blues. Cerulean, a grey blue, true blue and splashes of a darker ones. They jumped out and appeared to be looking into his soul. Fingertips scrapped the nape of his neck, tangling in the base of the short hairs. He closed his eyes and relaxed. One hand slid around his neck, over his shoulder and stopped on his chest, the other still playing with his brown locks.
Blue orbs slid back open and a heavy breath fell from his lips. Could he really move on and abandon Colin after everything they had been through. Was it his buzz talking or was he really feeling this? The younger took a step closer, moving to the side, standing up straight, the taller leaning slightly, and brushing their cheeks together, hot breath ghosting his ear.
A twitch from below hit and he felt guilty. The shorter's brother, Alex walked past, obviously on his break and stalked over to a very tall man, wrapping his arms around his waist, head nestled in between the other's shoulder blades and the center of his neck, nipping it. The man was tall and had a dirty blonde Mohawk, leather pants and a form fitting shirt.
Seamus subconsciously pulled the smaller to himself. The hand on his chest slid across and to his bicep, lightly rubbing it. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the movement. For a moment, it wasn't Noah, it was Colin. For a moment, everything was fine.
The song was coming to an end and the younger pulled back a bit, pressing their foreheads together. Seamus watched as a pink tongue slipped out to wet the already moist lips, pulling the bottom into his mouth.
Both let out slow shallow shaky breaths their noses bumping and sliding next to each other, tips touching cheeks, lips a centimetre away. Their breaths mingled and the music changed to a faster beet. Noah's hips swayed expertly, barely rubbing against him. The loos jeans following his movement tight black shirt making his eyes pop.
The younger turned his back to the taller and pressed his rear against Seamus' pelvic, one hand reached behind him to continue rubbing the back of his scalp, his other hand behind them on the older's hip, the top of his head touching the side of the other's strong jaw.
The older let out a shaky breath and pulled the hips closer, moving with the other. He closed his eyes as the shorter rubbed against him, hand running down his arse and lightly grasping the taller boy's thigh. Seamus let out a shaky breath and leaned down slightly, nipping the younger's ear, pressing his lips just behind it. Colin. His own hands slid up and slipped under the dark shirt, pressing to the warm, muscled stomach.
Noah let out a heavy breath and turned his head, their noses bumping. They locked eyes and slowly moved closer, mouths barely touching. The younger nipped the other's bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth, kneading it between his teeth and pushing his arse back hard against the older. Seamus moaned and pressed their lips together, eyes closed, bodies still moving. The two separated with an audible noise, breath laboured.
Noah turned around, pressing their members together through their jeans, arms around the thick neck, leaning in and pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. "Can we go to your place?" He whispered. The older's eyes glazed over and he bit his lip.
"I ah, I don't think that's a good idea." Seamus whispered. The smaller ran both his fingers through the dark locks, pulling him back in for a quick kiss. The taller shivered and pulled back. "I-I can't, I just can't." The younger sighed and dropped his arms, looking away, biting his lip.
"Well ah, thanks for the dance." He grinned at the older and the Irishman noticed it didn't reach his eyes this time.
"D-do you think we could exchange numbers though?" Seamus asked quietly. The other turned and smiled nodding and handing him his phone, the other doing likewise. "I-I'll call you sometime and we can go for coffee?"
"Uh can't drink coffee, long story." He flushed.
"Ok, a walk by the beach?" He raised his brow.
"Yeah, I'd like that." The younger switched their phones back to their owners and gave the taller a quick hug. "Good luck with your boyfriend by the way." He kissed his cheek and disappeared into the crowd, doubting the brunette was planning on calling him at all.
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A plastic fork pushed mashed potatoes around. He wasn't hungry, rarely was. When he was hungry another inmate would steal things from his plate. Another boy plopped down next to him sighing heavily.
"Hey Jake." Colin mumbled. The taller raised a fine blonde brow.
"Alright what's wrong?"
"I dunno just feeling agitated." Colin shrugged.
"Get laid dude."
"WHAT?" Half the cafeteria turned to them glaring at the sudden outburst. He flushed and sunk down in his seat.
"Get laid. You're in prison, sex is sex, it means nothing except for a release of tension. Find someone you'd trust and get laid!" Jake's green eyes shone and he grinned, draping an arm over the narrow shoulders of the petite boy.
"I got laid enough in the first three months." He ran a hand through his hair pouting at his food. It wasn't shitty food or anything, he just couldn't eat.
"Come with me." Jake pulled him up and back to their cell. Jake had been admitted a week before Seamus had left, sharing the room with Colin for about a year now. Said boy allowed the taller to drag him off. They stepped back into the dark room, door closing, bars only in the window section of the door, Plexiglas window in place behind them on the wall.
"Lay down on your stomach ok?" The taller muttered. The younger complied immediately. Jake and he had been friends for a while, he did trust him. The older boy sat down next to him and pushed his shirt up, running calloused hands up his back and onto his shoulders, rubbing them hard.
"Mmm that feels really nice." Colin shivered and sighed, the digits working out the kinks. He felt the other shift followed by lips pressing to the skin between his shoulders. "Uh, Jake?" the other lifted his head and moved slightly, turning the smaller onto his back, locking their eyes. Blue orbs watered and he sat up, pulling the older into a hug, body shaking violently.
"I know Cols." He rubbed the pale back and kissed the wet cheek. His lips trailed across the strong jaw to his chin. He locked eyes with the other and leaned forwards, giving the smaller time to back out. He didn't. Colin leaned in and pressed their lips together, arms around the taller's neck, practically seated in his lap. Hands ran down his chest and to his slacks, pulling the elastic out and slipping his fingers in, wrapping them around the younger's member.
"Ah!" Colin arched into the touch and allowed Jake to lay him down, bottoms being tossed somewhere on the other side of the small room. The guards were beyond used to this type of activity between the inmates. After all, they were all men, no girls anywhere in sight. They encouraged them to try to keep quiet but more likely than not, that wasn't the case.
The younger's shirt soon followed his bottoms, followed by Jake's clothing, the taller quickly aligning their members. Colin gasped and shook violently.
"How long has it been for you?" The green eyed boy asked.
"A-about a year." He looked away. "Seamus, fuck I miss him." Jake let out an annoyed sigh and bit down on the pale neck, the shorter arching into him.
"Stop thinking about him, think about right now, right here." He forced their eyes to lock. The smaller bit his lip and nodded. "Thank you." He snapped his hips forwards and the younger's hand flew to his mouth, covering it quickly as he moaned, the taller repeating the process. High noises left the petite boy and he locked his legs behind the lean back, eyes rolling. Long, it had been so damn long. He whimpered when the taller grasped both their members, tugging.
"Ah!" His hands flew to the strong biceps, bucking up against the other. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Jake let out a heavy pant and quickened his pace, moaning quietly, eyes clouded and pupils dilated. Colin gripped the blonde locks and hissed a boil and burn running through him.
"I-I'm not gonna be able to hold out." He arched up, brows furrowed and face screwed up.
"S'kay, me e-either." The taller panted out, rutting against the smaller frame. "F-fucken hell!"
"Ah!" Colin's breath caught and his eyes widened, a loud yell falling from his lips, his seed coating him and the older boy, Jake's following soon after. "Shit." His arms wrapped around the sweaty back of the panting boy. The taller nodded in agreement. He groaned scratched the older's back lightly.
Jake rolled off and pulled the smaller onto his chest. "Fuck I needed that. I've never been so pent up in my damn life." Colin nodded, breath evening out against the taller. Green eyes saddened slightly when the last word whispered from the smaller. Seamus . . .
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As promised here is the first paragraph from my other story. The same of it is 'Obsession'
Crushes. What are they really? Why does one get a crush? What happens when the crush turns into infatuation? Love? Lust? Or an obsession? What becomes of the person who is 'crushing'? What about the one being 'crushed' on? What happens when the desire one feels towards another becomes so intense that they will do anything to please that person? Would they lie to get the one they lust after? Steal for them? Die for them? What about killing? How far can one go to get the love of their life? Their crush? Their obsession?
Interested?