Touch
[A/N: I'm back in the Bully fandom. This one is probably gonna end up being shorter and lighter than Stop Motion, but who knows?]
"Stop being such a pussy! Harder!" Gary snarled, expression halfway between pained and delighted.
Jimmy wanted to shut him up, but his hands were occupied, and Gary bit a little too hard to be playful when he tried to kiss him, his lip still bleeding from his last attempt. He groaned and sped up his motions, resulting in another high-pitched whine from the dark haired male. Jimmy never realized how beautiful Gary could be when he wasn't trying to hurt someone.
"You're still... too... s-soft, James..." His voice was weaker, but there was almost tangible cruelty behind it.
"Come on, I've gotten rougher fucks from girls. Y-you're p... pitiful."
Jimmy scowled, releasing Gary's wrists and grabbing a tight hold on his hips, driving him up while shoving forward. He knew Gary was bleeding; the little bit of preparation Gary had done, with saliva and his fingers, was hardly enough to lubricate their ministrations properly. The sadist under him melted, mewling a bit too loudly, his arousal hitting his toned stomach in a lewd way. The redhead had tried to touch him, near the beginning, but Gary had slapped his hand away like he was offended by it.
Jimmy came first. He was holding off, not wanting to leave the other male unsatisfied, but he couldn't last, pushing a few more times, holding Gary still in the awkward position they had been in. He dropped the brunette, who reached a hand between their sweat-glistening bodies to bring himself to orgasm, falling limp under Jimmy.
"Get... off..." He grunted, and Jimmy managed to roll onto his back, looking up at the foreign ceiling of his classmate's room.
"This... n-never happened." Gary stood, staggering into his bathroom and closing the door with a slam hard enough to make one of his posters fall from the wall.
Jimmy stood, adjusted his pants, and slipped as quietly out of the room as he could, reeling. It had started with a confrontation. Jimmy had gone to Gary's room after Pete came to him crying, telling him about what new horrible thing Gary had done to him. Tired of hearing about it, he confronted the sadist in his room.
Gary was hunched over his desk, scribbling in his notebook, stopping and turning around in his seat to glare over at the brunette. And then they fought. Gary lunged, Jimmy easily countered, and they were on the floor, chests heaving, Gary still thrashing to break free. There had been stillness, the two of them staring each other down, then Gary's legs were wrapped around Jimmy's waist, and he lifted his hips to grind on him, then thought was impossible.
Jimmy hadn't been more sated in his entire life, even though he knew that Gary had used him. He only had the illusion of control, emphasized by the fact that he did exactly what Gary demanded of him all throughout their ministrations, whether it was a verbal command or the tugging of his head to his neck, Jimmy having left purple-red bruises all over it. It was sinful, and the redhead had to stop in the hallway, on his way back to his own room, wondering exactly where it had all gone wrong.