I gotta say, writing slash in religion class with a nun professor is kind of thrilling. *laugh* XD
Not usually my type of story, but I felt compelled to write one. :/
Reid stretched his arms out, bracing his hands on the headboard, pressing his chest into the mattress and angling his hips up. He keened as a pressure seared across his prostate and pushed back into the solid body that pounded against him.
The air in the room was hot and heavy, the smell of sweat and sex thick, intoxicating. Reid shivered as large hands grasped his narrow hips in a bruising grip.
Nails scratched against the headboard, trying to find a grasp. He moaned, wetting his kiss swollen lips with a dart of his tongue. "Ungh. Harder," he whispered. "Harder, please."
A responding groan echoed around the room before the length pulsing deep within him disappeared. Reid squeaked as, without warning, he was flipped onto his back, his legs hooked over broad shoulders. He cried out as he was roughly filled again.
Gasping and panting with each thrust, stars popped in his vision as his prostate was battered. He snaked a hand between his legs, fisting his painfully hard manhood. "I'm close," he panted.
With a growl, the large man above him quickened his pace. Reid screamed as his orgasm tore through him, shuddering as his release splashed across his pale stomach, glistening in the dim light.
He felt hazy and boneless, whimpering at the hard length still pounding into his sensitive body.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." The hoarse, husky voice broke through Reid's foggy mind. The pressure in his backside vanished, followed by the squelching of a condom being ripped off.
Reid gasped as the muscled body scrambled up his own thin one, resting his hands on large, trembling thighs. His eyes snapped closed as a wet warmth hit his face, the man's seed dripping down his cheek.
The body above him shuddered one last time before sagging, leaning on the headboard to prevent him from collapsing on the smaller man beneath.
Reid sighed, raising a shaky hand to wipe the mess from his face.
A rush of cool air as the man moved from the bed raised goosebumps on Reid's heated skin. He twitched as a dark hand patted his pale chest. Rolling onto his side, he watched through half-lidded eyes as the other pulled on his clothes.
He paused in the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder. "See ya later, kid," he said, before walking out.
Reid flinched at the sound of the apartment door snapping shut.
Reaching over, he pulled the spare pillow to his chest, burying his face in it, imagining the warmth of dark flesh and the comforting rhythm of a steadily beating heart.
"Derek," he whispered, a tear escaping as he drifted off to sleep.
Poor Reid. Maybe I'll be nice and help him out. Or maybe not. Your reviews will decide for me. :)