A/N: Please note that this section is very explicit; and when I say explicit I mean EXPLICIT! Enjoy!
Georgie stared around in wonder at the room. A desk was in one half of the room; an old computer sat upon it, followed by a weird looking phone machine. A very nice, somewhat faded and worn down, red leather couch sat against the opposite wall of the desk. A loud bang alerted the teenager to his other occupant. Turning back to regard the older Goth, Georgie was perplexed at seeing Ethan sagging against the door; his head bent downwards so his facial expression was hidden.
"Ethan?" He whispered, slinking towards the stoic man.
"I'm sorry, Georgie," Ethan mumbled, still looking at the ground.
"For what?"
"For hurting you that day. I didn't mean to hurt you! My rage... This is why I didn't want to bring you here," Ethan continued to sag against the door. "There's something in this club that causes so many to crave sex..."
"I agree with you there, 'cause I feel a need to touch you!" Georgie chuckled, hoping to create a nice little joke so Ethan would cheer up and forget the past.
Ethan raised his head upwardly and stared intently at the younger Goth. His hand shot outward, causing Georgie to flinch a bit. His index finger pointed towards the red couch. "Same situation," He mumbled.
"What?"
"What we plan to do has already happened between me and Dylan - when I first brought him to the club."
Georgie's mouth opened. "You fucked him?"
Ethan chuckled. "Not exactly. He fucked me."
Georgie took the answer shockingly well, and Ethan observed the teenager as he contemplated his options. Finally Georgie shrugged his shoulders, and threw his arms around the older man's neck; kissing underneath his chin.
"Well," He began, nibbling at the little hints of stubble. "That's his lost. Besides, judging from what I've seen of Dylan on the dance-floor - he's a whore. I'm not. And I want you. I want you now, Ethan! Even if all you can give me is just tonight. Otherwise I might have to go find those two Punks again; they were sort of fun."
Ethan snarled somewhat upon hearing that Georgie would leave him for horrible cheap sex. In a whirl of black he wrapped his arms tight around the teenager and pressed his lips, hot and wet, against the other's. Georgie felt a whine escape him as he was backed away from the door and into the middle of the room. The taller Goth pulled away and laid his hands against the teenager's stomach. Georgie stared up at him; trust evident in his eyes as the other slowly lifted his black shirt up and off.
Ethan stroked his fingers lightly down the little Goth's chest, smirking as he felt Georgie's body flutter a bit. Gently he stroked the side of Georgie's neck before letting his lips tenderly press a kiss against the side. The little Goth shuddered at the sentiment and he reached outwardly to grasp the collar edges of the black trench-coat. Ethan pulled away from nuzzling against the side of his neck as he helped slide the coat off.
Standing half naked in front of each other, Georgie surged forward to kiss the other Goth again. Teeth bit at his bottom lip and Georgie groaned as he licked at the thin bit of blood spilling from the nibble. Managing to go back for another kiss, Georgie backed Ethan up towards the red couch; the leather squeaking a bit as they collapsed onto it. Georgie moved his mouth away from Ethan's and trailed it downward - getting off of the taller Goth so he was in-between his legs.
"Georgie," Ethan muttered, watching the youngest Goth press his face, once more, against the junction of his crotch.
The teen ignored him and ran his face over the right inner thigh before allowing the same sentiment towards the left. He grinned up at the older Goth before diving forward and biting into the older Goth's pants. His teeth scrapped the button and zipper as a shiver went up Ethan's spine. Pulling his mouth away from the zipper and whatnot, Georgie calmly unzipped Ethan's pants. He was a little shocked to see no barrier, only a cock straining forward, as Ethan shrugged down at him.
Pulling the pants down so they hung halfway off the older Goth, Georgie began littering kisses up and around Ethan's exposed inner thighs, before pressing his mouth lightly against the tip of his cock.
Ethan leaned his head backward on the couch as Georgie licked tentatively at his manhood. Georgie liked the little noises the other Goth was emitting and he licked even longer around the head of the cock before placing his mouth over-top it and sucking it towards the back of his throat.
"Jesus Christ, Georgie!" Ethan shouted, pinching forward and rubbing his fingers through the thin black strands of hair. Georgie felt his body tingle a bit as Ethan's fingers gripped his hair somewhat tightly and his face was pushed forward so more of the older Goth's cock slid past into his mouth. He felt his eyes begin to water as he gave a delicious tug with his mouth; his tongue still circling around the piece of flesh within his mouth. Ethan trembled a bit, digging his fingers even more tightly into the teenager's hair as Georgie began deep-throating him. A tingling nerve started shooting through him, and Ethan felt his toes clench a bit within his black boots.
"Fuck, Georgie, I'm gonna come if you don't stop," He warned as best he could as another tremor raced up his spine.
The teenager merely glanced up at him before pressing his mouth even tighter against the cock. Ethan shivered even more as felt his insides lose control. Georgie gagged a bit as something salty and thick began filling his mouth. He pulled the older Goth's cock out his mouth and spurted; white dribbling down the corner of his mouth while he held the piece of flesh in his hands. Ethan was still coming, and couldn't hold back as he managed to jizz a bit onto the teenager's face as Georgie had held his cock aiming upwardly.
Georgie froze, not knowing what to do as he felt the thick liquid run down the side of his face. He suddenly felt ashamed and wanted to run away from the taller Goth, but Ethan tackled him to the floor of the office - his pants scooting downward awkwardly.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Georgie!" He exclaimed, leaning his body over-top the other's. "Do you know how hot that was? Do you know how hot you look right now?"
He leaned his face forward and ran his tongue over the edge of the little Goth's face; licking his own ejaculation away. "So." A lick was emitted again and again. "Fucking." Another longer lick. "Hot!" His mouth touched the teenager's and he kissed soundly at the pair of swollen lips. Pulling away, Ethan unhooked his boots and slid them off before removing his pants completely. Georgie stared up at him as Ethan leaned him back down.
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