I wasn't planning on writing hetero sex at first but felt I had to, to make Clyde more of a slut. Don't worry though, there won't be any in this. There will be other nasty stuff, he he. This chapter contains nastiness, you know what? I'm not going to warn anymore, because every chapter will contain nasty scenes. Hope you like it!

Chapter 3

He was still on edge that afternoon. But the excessive sex of that week and practice had made him sore and tense all over. He decided, what the hell:

"Can you come and massage me I'll get you a drink." He texted Craig without punctuation.

"Okay." The reply was nearly instant. He showered quickly, because he still smelled of sweat and put on his sweatpants again. He was a bit conscious about his smell, Craig was known to be a neat freak. He was always washed and shaved and smelled of his cologne. Clyde however, could be a bit of a slop. Well, at least now he smelled and looked decent. Except for his totally indoors outfit. He decided he didn't care. He heard the doorbell and his father answer it.

"Oh, hello Craig, you're here for Clyde?"

"Yes." Always so talkative.

"I think he's upstairs." Clyde looked around nervously: his room was a mess, but there was no time to clean. Quickly he shoved some dirty clothes into his hamper and he tugged the covers of his bed a bit straighter. He heard a noise and saw Craig standing in his door opening. He raised his eyebrows at Clyde, who was still bent over the bed trying to make it look less messy.

"Oh, hey." Clyde said nervously. "You want a drink?" he remembered. Craig stared at him with that look that he seemed to reserve only for Clyde: calculating, piercing, like he knew things about Clyde that Clyde didn't know himself.

"Maybe later." Clyde nodded.

"So, uhm.."

"Where does it hurt?" Craig interrupted, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, uhm, my back. Like, all of it." Craig dumped his back pack on the floor and got out a bottle of massage oil. Clyde felt the floor beneath him disappear completely. Massage oil? Wasn't that something for couples? For lovers? As foreplay? Craig seemed to have sensed Clyde's unease and merely crooked his eyebrow at him.

"Afraid of a guy touching you, Donovan?" he nearly stated. That got to Clyde's nerves.

"What? NO!" he snapped back, even though he was.

"Then lie down."

"Wh-what?"

"Lie down, Donovan." Craig seemed to get a bit tired of Clyde's behavior.

"How do you propose to do this standing up or sitting down? You need to lie on your front."

Clyde swallowed nervously but sat down on his bed. Craig come closer, hovering over him. Clyde closed his eyes and let himself fall back against the sheets, he turned over. For some reason he felt his face light up in embarrassment. The mattress dipped slightly as Craig sat down to his left side. He heard the massage oil fall on the covers as well, as Craig had apparently carelessly thrown it there. All thoughts about embarrassment were pushed aside however when Craig's hands landed on him.

They were warm and firm on his shoulders. He sighed contently, letting all troubles from today finally flee from his mind. He felt Craig's thumbs dig into his skin harshly and a shudder rode through his body. He liked being treated this rough, it was so different than what girls usually did to him, it was nearly unnerving.

"Take of your shirt."

"What?"

"You said your whole back is tense. I can't do this properly with your shirt on, so take it off." Came Craig's clipped tone. He swallowed.

"Okay." He reached down and awkwardly struggled out of his shirt, not wanting to let Craig have a look at his body too much. He didn't know why but it made him strangely nervous, even though he knew he was relatively good looking.
He gasped when he felt Craig's hands on his bare shoulders. They were dry and not clammy like his own hands suddenly had become. Fingers were digging harshly into his skin as if he knew he liked that. And then they were drifting lower. Pushing into the soft skin next to his spine.

"I heard you finally got off." Clyde froze. "Congratulations." Craig sounded like he really didn't care.

"Uhm, thanks, I guess."

"What did the trick?" No way was he going to tell Craig.

"Oh, nothing special really."

They were silent a bit and Craig's hands shifted to his lower back. Clyde swallowed hard when Craig's fingers dug hard in the skin there. He gasped when one of Craig's hands gripped his waist as the other one started to move in circles over the small over his back. He hid his face in his pillow. Craig wouldn't laugh, would he? After all, it sort of had been his idea.

"I, I, uhm, thought of what you told me."

"About getting fingered?" Craig managed to let it sound so business like, while the mere thought of it had made Clyde get off.

"Yes."

"And? Did she do it?"

"No." Came Clyde's small voice. How pathetic was he, that the best sex in the world didn't bring him to orgasm but the thought of someone's fingers up his ass had made him loose it.

"Why not?"

"I didn't ask her to do it. I thought it would be weird." Craig reached past him and got the massage oil. He squeezed a generous amount on Clyde's back. Clyde shuddered again as he felt Craig's hands move in long strikes, all the way from his lower back to his shoulders and down again. The massage oil smelled nice and a bit heavy. Craig's movement were smooth and felt even nicer with the added oil.

"Lots of girls do it, you know."

"I know, I just, I dunno."

They were silent again. Clyde's back was warming up under Craig's touch. He finally found his voice again.

"Have you ever…you know?" He started.

"Have someone finger me?" Craig sounded so careless about it. "Yes."

"What's it like?"

"Absolutely amazing." He had not expected that answer. Craig was always so mellow about everything that the word 'amazing' was unbelievably weird to hear out of his mouth.

"Really?"

"Who, uhm, who..?"

"Who did it?" Craig sniggered at Clyde's embarrassment. "Kenny."

"What?" Clyde froze, absolutely stunned. Craig leaned over him and dug his fingers hard into Clyde's shoulders. An involuntary moan escaped Clyde's mouth. He felt himself get even redder.

"It feels good when a guy does it, because they know where to touch. Girls get weirded out over it easily."

Clyde shifted uncomfortably, he felt himself harden at Craig's statement.

"I could show you if you want to."

"What?" He looked over his shoulder in the impassive face of Craig.

"I could show you, if you're curious." Clyde swallowed. "I know you want to, Clyde." He got even redder in the face.

"I don't- I don't think that that's a good idea." Craig raised his eyebrows at him.

"Why not? This conversation has already made you hard, you're obviously curious." Clyde nearly panicked at that.

"How, how did you…?"

"You've been moaning into that pillow for over 5 minutes now." He stated. Clyde didn't know if he had ever been redder in his life. He swallowed hard as his throat was dry. The thought of Craig actually doing what he had fantasized about made him stutter. But that same thought also made him realize how much he wanted it.

"O-Okay. But I don't want you to look at me!" Craig's eyebrows rose further. Somehow, the idea of Craig looking at him while doing that was horrifying.

"Lay on your side." He commanded. Clyde closed his eyes and turned on his side, turning his back to Craig. He felt Craig lay down behind him.

"You don't have to be so nervous." Somehow that statement made things even worse. Clyde felt himself shake slightly and a heavy lump was in his throat. Craig's hands were on his shoulders again, rubbing reassuringly. He couldn't believe he would let anyone do this to him, let alone Craig.

Craig took his time however, massaging his back slowly and intensely. When he had reached Clyde's lower back he gripped the waistband of his sweat pants and slid it down to his knees, taking his boxers with it. Clyde burrowed his face in his pillow. He found his knees had curled, giving the other more room.

"Don't, don't look, okay?"he stammered nervously. Craig leaned in, ghosting his breath over Clyde's neck when he whispered.

"Don't worry." He didn't touch him there yet, instead he just stroked his back again. Making sure to press his fingertips deeply in his skin. Clyde moaned quietly in his pillow. Craig's hand disappeared and he heard more massage oil being squeezed out of the bottle, slicking up Craig's fingers. Clyde squeezed his eyes shut when he thought of where those fingers were going to end up soon.

"Just think of one of your girls doing this." Then the hand returned, drifting lower and slowly stroked his ass. Clyde let out a strangled gasp at that. Craig just stroked his fingers over it, letting Clyde get used to his touch. His thumb trailed over him and stroked him over his entrance. Clyde jerked violently at that. It felt, weird, sensitive and amazing. His erection was already pressing against his thighs harshly. He felt Craig's hand moving over his ass lazily again and he sighed. The sound encouraged Craig and Clyde felt his fingers drift lower again. This time his index finger circled his hole. Clyde groaned at the sensation. Never had he expected to be that sensitive there. Craig didn't back away though and just continued stroking him there, pressing a bit against the tight muscle.

"Fuck.." Clyde gasped out. He could feel precum already dripping out his erection. He felt himself press back against the finger and Craig took the invitation to press it slowly inside. Clyde was panting now as he felt the finger work its way inside. He was red in the face, sweat forming on his brow. The finger withdrew, only halfway in. Clyde whimpered, muffling the sound on his fist. He didn't want to sound so needy. But then the finger moved back, this time all the way in.

"Fuck, fuck." He repeated, completely lost in the feeling of being stretched like that. Craig's finger moved in and out of him slowly and Clyde gripped his sheets and twisted them in his grip. He pushed back against the finger, somehow it wasn't enough. He gritted his teeth as he felt his back arch against Craig's front.

"Uhgn, more, Craig. GOD!" Craig seemed to know what he meant and pushed another finger inside him, stretching him further. Never, not even when he had pictured it could he have imagined how good this would feel. He was panting furiously now, legs jerking from pleasure.

"Touch yourself."

"Wh- What?" Clyde managed between his gasps.

"Touch yourself, I know you want to." God, he did. He reached down and gripped his erection, moving rapidly, he was already so close. He whimpered, jerking as he felt Craig's fingers pick up their pace. He shuddered and moved back against Craig's fingers. He felt them curl and hit a spot inside him that made him see white.

"So, so close." He muttered. Craig curled his fingers again and Clyde felt himself jerk harshly coming all over his hand and his sheets, moaning wildly. The fingers withdrew but Craig didn't move away, letting Clyde catch his breath. He panted and shakily pulled up his pants. Nerves were still rampaging through his body and he didn't dare turn around, afraid of Craig's face after he had seen him loose control like that, something only one other person had ever seen. Craig, however, got up from the bed and reached for Clyde's towel, still on his chair and wiped his hands on it. His expression was not any different than normal.

"I'll take that drink now." It took a moment or two before Clyde understood what he meant. Scratching his head nervously he got up from the bed, not daring to look at his sheets, he would have to change those later.

"Right. Ah, what do you want?" He asked, still refusing to look at Craig, who had sat down in his desk chair.

"Coke will be fine." Clyde nodded and walked to his door, just as he was about to walk out of his room he heard Craig's voice.

"Told you it would get you off."

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