A/N: Requested by CazB. It's short, but I hope you'll like it!
A/N: Idea from "Your Fucked up OTP" on Tumblr.
A/N: Rough wall Sex prompt.
"Woah" Clay said as his cheek banged against the wall.
He did mind, Daddy had done worse, all out of love, of course. It didn't hurt that the only reason he was against the wall was because he'd been pinned there by Brett Talbot. The Lacrosse star that never gave him the time of day, in the day. But it couldn't be helped. Mason was right, Brett had had a crush on him after all. It was only when he was getting mystery gifts sent to his IT room that he figured that someone liked him.
He thought it was Theo until Talbot spilled out his intentions after a hurried kiss in a Pizza stockroom. He worried about what Sex would be like with Brett for months. Clay always kept a shirt on, while Brett was always desperate to take his off. It had been a little violent than usual tonight. Brett was thrusting him into standing. The pain increased, it made Clay grit his teeth.
He wondered about protection as Brett's fingers buried into his hip. Pressing him into his chest. It would have been romantic, if he hadn't have been fucking him so harshly. He felt the condom when Brett pulled out. Clay turned around to see him smile. He was quite confused, he was sure that the Devenford grad hadn't come. He watched Brett get on the bed and lie on it.
He could have stood there forever, just watching his...friend? watching television in next to nothing.
"Get on here" Brett said patting the bed.
Nodding, Clay sat on the bed before Brett instantly pulled him to his chest. He rubbed his back and Clay smiled trying to ignore the pins and needles pain until Brett took his hands away and said:
"Where are the bruises from?" Brett asks.
"IT...I've been carrying computers and moving software for ages"
"Right, but you're not carrying computers on your back?" Brett says.
"I've been doing crazy stuff this week" Clay grins.
"How so? I thought you were on annual leave?"
"You heard wrong" Clay bites. Why is he pushing this?
"Roy said you weren't on the current rota"
"I called him up last minute. I need the extra shifts. Extra money really. Call Roy" Clay said.
He instantly regretted it as Brett leaned up and took his phone in his hands. He gulped as he traced his hands over the keys. If he called Roy would put him in the shit. Sure, Clay had annual leave. But it was a week filled with Daddy. Brett would never understand. He didn't want him to understand. Clay wriggled up, leaning on the chrome coloured headboard.
"Do you want Roy's number?" Clay asked.
Brett paused before picking up the remote control. "No I'd rather have yours" He said as he gave a now smiling Clay his own phone.