"What's with you?" Rocco asked watching Claude from the couch. He seemed to be fretting, which isn't a usual trait in the blonde, "You leave for a while and now you're freaking out. Somethin happen?".
"Eh? Nothing." Claude muttered as he made his way to his room, waving his friend off. It was a simple four walled room with white carpet covering the floor, mostly decorated with dirty clothes that had been thrown on the floor out of laziness, and walls covered in writing and a few posters of bands. His bed, messy, the duvet crumpled looking and askew on the mattress, was next to where the window was. A small beside table sat next to it bombarded with small trinkets and lighters that he had collected out of random. The overall color of his room grey from all the clutter.
'Fuck I think he saw me! Now he's going to come after me for breaking into his house and ….FUCK!' Claude worried as he flopped onto his human bed, the sheets and comforter black, he reached blindly over to his bedside table looking for his radio's remote, knocking several of his things off before finally grabbing the small black device and turning on his radio, loudly playing some death metal band that was probably from Norway.
"Ugh…that guy was pretty hot though….." He muttered to himself, burying his face into his pillow and thinking about the man's mismatched eyes.
He sat up.
"NOT GAY." He firmly told his head board, only to have his manhood disobey his words and slowly stand strong against the cloth of his jeans. The man's face popped up in his mind and he grew harder that his face turned red from embarrassment. He got up and ran to the bathroom locking himself in and shutting off the lights. He turned on the shower and the room slowly filled with hot steam. He could still hear the thumping of the bass drum from his radio.
He sat on the floor, muttering "fuck..." as he closed his eyes and felt the tingle of a blush form on his cheeks.
"Not gay. Not gay. Not gay…" He repeated to himself as he unzipped his jeans, slipped a hand down under his boxers, rubbing his growing erection and trying to concentrate on the muffled music from outside the bathroom door.
"M-Mn…" Claude tried to suppress his light moans, biting his lower lip, and shocked himself when he imagined the man was touching him instead of doing it himself. He shook his head and continued to touch himself.
A short moment passed by.
"Fuck I wonder what his cock feels like…" He moaned absentmindedly, the shower drowning out most of his voice.
He stopped and grew irritated.
"Fuck it, I'm horny." He said to himself moving faster and trying to sit in a more comfortable position, spreading his legs a bit.
Something crossed his mind and he reached for the hand lotion sitting on his sink. At first he felt unsure, hesitating even, but then squeezed an overly large amount of lotion onto his fingers making sure they were thickly covered, not even sure how to start. With his clean hand he took off his jeans, kicking them away, then pulled down his boxers, laying forward so that the cool tiles of the bathroom floor touched his warm face. He pulled up his knees so that his rear end stuck up in the air, then slowly, he slipped one finger inside himself, moving carefully so that he wouldn't cause himself discomfort.
His breath was heavy as he slipped another finger in and began to move, playing with himself. He grunted quietly, feeling a slight pain from his fingering but jolted as he touched something inside him, making him writhe in pleasure as his muscles stiffened.
"F-fuck…ah…" He cursed softly, the feeling of a blush burning on his pale face as he slowly pushed another finger inside of himself wanting more. He imagined the man was touching him like this, playing with him which all together seemed to excite him further.
With his free hand he grabbed his aching cock and began to pump himself teasingly slow, pushing his fingers deeper inside himself to get a better shot at fingering his prostate. He could feel himself getting closer to his climax, moving faster and harder, his breath shuddering his voice as he grew frantic. As he came, he never thought he could be so vocal as a bottom, having only had sex with girls once in a while. And now here he was crying out like a girl having an orgasm! He slowly removed his fingers from himself and stayed lying down on the tiles, their coldness feeling godly on his heated skin.
Suddenly it struck him.
"…that was better than straight sex…"
When he got up and flicked on the lights, he was shocked to see he came pretty violently,not only was it on his hand and on his stomach, but mostly on the floor. He quickly cleaned up his mess from the floor with a massive amount of toilet paper thinking he would get caught if he didn't clean up properly, and took off his shirt before jumping in the shower, hissing as his skin was met with cold water, having waited too long to get in the shower.
He washed himself hastily, hating the cold he was assaulted with, turned off the water, got out, dried himself, got dressed in a loose grey t-shirt and green plaid boxers, then pulled out his coffin from under his bed. Daylight poured into his room from the non-curtained window. This of course did not burn him; being a half-vampire and all. He covered his eyes, irritated, and climbed in his coffin, shutting the lid carefully, turning on his side and shutting his eyes, falling into a deep content asleep.
geh. Fanfiction()net makes these look really short x_X