Warning – It's Blaine and Jeremiah so, you know what's coming. A very intense, kinda, sorta rape scene. Please don't read if these themes bother you.
Still don't own Glee. Would love to own Kurt's prom outfit.
Chapter 12
BLAINE POV
Anger sex.
I had heard of it.
Never had it.
Until now.
Despite the savageness of sex with Jeremiah, we never had anger sex. Jeremiah and I always made love. Granted, it was rough, brutal and intense but, the source was always love.
But, now…
Now we were both angry. Viciously pissed off and enraged.
This was going to be a nightmare.
"Jeremiah, you are a fucking lunatic. You're out of your mind! Open the damn door! Now!"
He didn't say a word. He started walking towards me slowly. I backed away, trying not to trip over the mess on the floor. There was no way to avoid stepping in paint. It was everywhere. We were moving in a slow, stalking circle. Hunter vs. prey.
"Jeremiah, I swear…I am going to fucking murder you. Open the door!"
"No."
"Jeremiah…" my voice was warning him. I was tired of this shit. Absolutely tired. It was crazy.
He focused his eyes on mine, his stare, penetrating. Jeremiah's eyes were such an intense green that when he looked at me like this, I couldn't look away. He started moving towards me.
"This is your fault. You're the one who left me. You abandoned me…like garbage. And, for what? One mistake. One!" he started screaming." One fucking mistake Blaine! You couldn't forgive me for one mistake? A mistake I don't even remember!"
"Don't you dare try to turn this on me! You let Carter fuck you and in the process, you fucked me and everything, everything I've tried to do for you. For us! Don't tell me you don't remember! What? Did his dick just fall into your ass?"
"You're not being fair! I love you! How could you just leave me so easily?"
Easily? Nothing about the past 3 months had been easy.
"Because you fucking destroyed me Jeremiah! You destroyed me! You broke my heart. You…broke…my….heart…"
I couldn't take anymore.
The pain of everything crashed down on top of me.
I sank to my knees sobbing.
"You broke it Jeremiah….and you broke me."
He walked over and gently pushed me down on to my back. I didn't care. I was worn out and exhausted from trying so hard the past three months to put myself back together.
He could just have me. I didn't feel like fighting.
Maybe he would finally fuck me to death.
At least then I wouldn't feel the pain anymore.
He crawled on top of me. I looked into his eyes.
"I hate you Jeremiah."
"I love you Blaine."
And then he rolled us over.
I was on top of him.
He looked up at me.
"Make love to me Blaine."
"What?"
"Make love to me."
I didn't want to make love to him. I wanted to make love to Kurt.
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
His eyes narrowed and then he reached up and slapped the hell out of me.
"Then fuck me!"
"You're crazy! You're a fucking crazy, insane…"
He slapped me again.
"Fuck me Blaine! Fuck me now!"
Something snapped.
Fine!
I tore at his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. I pulled off my jeans and practically ripped off my shirt. We were naked in seconds. And I was back on top of him.
But, I didn't enter him. I was feeling...mean and angry.
I grabbed his legs and hooked them over my shoulders. I looked into his eyes. They were shimmering with fear and sexual anticipation. He knew the intensity of what I was about to do. From this angle, I would completely take over his ass. The impact would be dramatic and vicious.
I lunged forward, rocking into him with full force.
In five years, I had never heard Jeremiah scream like that. Never.
I showed him no mercy. Hell, it wasn't as if he'd ever given me any.
He was screaming. "Blaine! Please Blaine! Oh…my….Fuck! Blaine! Ugh! Please Blaine!"
I didn't let up for a second. I was out of control.
"I hate you Jeremiah! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
I fucked three months worth of sexual frustration, heartbreak and anger into him. The strength of my orgasm was so forceful, I passed out.
When I opened my eyes, I was laying on top of him. He was holding me tightly and sobbing. I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep. I tried to roll off of him but, he wouldn't release me. Finally he rolled us onto our sides, still holding me against him. He draped his paint covered legs over mine. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard him quietly say, "You're gonna pay for that, Blaine."
I was too tired to care.
I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, Jeremiah was still sleeping. I got up quietly and tried to find my cell phone but the room was a worse mess than before. I couldn't find it so I turned my attention to the key pad. I knew Jeremiah better than he knew himself. If anyone could figure out the code, it would be me.
I tried everything I could think of. Birthdays, anniversaries, dates related to painters, addresses. Nothing worked. I was so engrossed in trying to figure out the code that I didn't realize he was awake until it was too late.
"Where are you going Blaine?"
I jumped away from him, landing in yellow paint. I slipped and fell and he slipped and fell on top of me. We were wrestling with each other, our bodies rolling in the paint. I scrambled away from him and jumped to my feet but when I turned, I fell again, face first into a puddle of blue paint. He jumped on top of me, pinning me with his weight. He scooted down my back and slid his finger into my ass.
Ohhh… shit.
He added another finger. And then a third.
My body completely betrayed me. I groaned and pushed against his fingers. Damn it!
"Bend your knees for me Blaine."
"No."
He started twisting his fingers inside of me. I yelled. My body started shaking from the sensation. I slowly worked my way to my knees. I couldn't help it. He slid his fingers out and slammed into me
From then on, it was over.
Payback is a bitch.
Jeremiah's stamina was at the top of his game thanks to our three month separation. He could have unlocked the door at any time. It wouldn't have mattered. There was no way I was walking out of there. Or, even crawling out.
As usual, my body gave up and gave over to him. It was programmed that way. But this time was different.
Anger sex.
Jeremiah was hurt and angry and just as I had taken my frustrations out on him, he took his out on me.
But he was better at it.
It was crazy, fierce and intense. We were both naked and covered in paint. Jeremiah wanted to fuck me every way he could. He took me from behind on my knees, he took me bent over the table and against the wall. Over and over and over again. He made me suck him so many times, I lost count. He was insatiable. I had never screamed so much or swallowed so much cum. The artist in him was fascinated with seeing his cum mixed in with the paint so, he would sometimes pull out and come on my stomach and then draw little doodles on my chest with his finger. He made me suck him so he could come on my face and smear it around in the blue paint on my cheeks.
When he was finally done, we lay on the floor, spooning, my ass pressed against him. My body ached like never before and I was pretty sure that, for the first time ever, I had bruises. We were covered in sweat, cum and paint. I was semi-conscious but I could hear Jeremiah whispering to me.
"I'll let you go now Blaine. I promise. From now on, I'll leave you alone. I just needed to get the colors back. You understand, don't you? I couldn't see the colors..."
I fell asleep.
