It really took quite some time. Probably because of the more than unusual pairing. But once I started writing 'It', I couldn't stop anymore.
It's the second last (planned) chapter of this installment. I might add some new chapters every now and then after writing Randy/Jake, but the lack of response coupled with my working schedule both kinda killed my motivation/inspiration. Hope no one takes offense.
Chapter-Title: Let Go
Pairing: Alex Shelley/Ted
Disclaimer: I've used Alex' ring-name which I barely ever do, but Alex just sounds a lot better than Patrick :P All rights belong to me besides the rights to their names. Those belong to WWE/TNA/ROH. And themselves probably.
Warning: Smut, HEAVY Smut, ROUGH Smut... Anyways... Just read! :P
He shouldn't even be there. He shouldn't have accepted the invitation of the older Hardy to a party he had no right to be at. He did not even have friends there. Ex-Co-Workers, yeah, but he wouldn't call any of them 'friends'.
And then there was him. That damn tease. The man -or should he call him 'boy'- that was the complete opposite of him. Loud, obnoxious, giddy, silly, totally out of control.
He'd never met Alex Shelley before, but had seen him on TV or the Net often enough, and he'd heard more than a hundred stories about him, featuring him, to know that he was bad news. But, damn it, the man was hot. Extremely so.
And if he didn't misjudge the situation completely, he was flirting with him. For an hour already. Heavily. Little glances. Smirks. Tentatively licking his lips. Winking. Wriggling his ass while playing pool. And now that sucker was licking on a lollipop. Staring at him. Straight at him.
It was just so very tempting.
"I've a feeling you'd love to be that lollipop right now."
He'd not even realized Matt making his way over nor him stopping right next to him, startling when the teasing whisper reached his ear. And he had no idea what the ravenette was talking about. Not even slightly. Really not. No.
Letting out a rather disgusted snort -though it didn't sound as convincing as it should have- he shook his head and took another sip of his beer, not even daring to turn to face the older man.
"Ah, c'mon. He's not as bad as others make him out to be. Well... not in bed at least."
Again, he rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally tilting his head just a little to glance at the older Hardy with a raised brow.
"And how would you know?"
The other just shrugged, taking a long swig of beer himself, smirk playing on his lips as he looked over at Shelley. "Stories, ya know?"
When no answer came from Ted, he looked back over at him and furrowed his brows in concentration as he studied the blond. The man was tense. Too tense. And he bet that Alex could change that.
"Ya're not still mourning over Runnels, are ya?"
Well. Maybe he was. Just slightly. Even after such a long time the betrayal just hurt. And to be completely honest, he had not had any fun ever since.
"No."
It came out too slowly and too late, the Hardy Boy already knowing it was a lie before the word slipped past Ted's lips. Patting his shoulder in sympathy, he leaned close and let the words linger in the air "You deserve some fun, man" before disappearing into the crowd of party-people again, leaving him alone with his thoughts and with his pounding libido.
And then, his eyes met those of Alex again. The hot-blood sucking the lollipop in and swirling it around with his tongue, wide grin planted on his face, eyes half-lidded and burning with fire.
The short nod towards the closet went almost unnoticed with how his head was spinning and his groin tightening, but he managed to move anyways and, only seconds later, found himself surrounded by darkness and silence, the door behind him falling shut.
He had no idea why he had done that step. The alcohol was probably playing a part there, too. Along with the sexual frustration and being tired of having to play nice. He deserved something good for a change, too. Even if it only lasted a few minutes. Or an hour.
The hot breath ghosting over his neck brought him back out of his momentary state of daze and a shudder cursed through his body as he let his lids flutter shut. Breath hitching, he stood stock-still, awaiting for the other to take the lead and tell him what he wanted. SHOW him what he wanted.
"Glad you accepted the invitation."
He barely heard the words, too busy to steady his breathing, concentrating on the slightly rough yet gentle hands that were travelling over his sides, brushing his suddenly very sweaty skin on their way towards his abs.
The hot breathe on his neck made his hairs stand at attention and his spine tingle, lids fluttering while he screwed his eyes shut and willed his heart-beat to stay as normal as possible under those circumstances.
"Ya always that quiet? Or do I have to do something special to get a noise out of ya?"
He surely was not quiet. Not in the bedroom anyways. Just ask Cody. But who was he to say that out loud? Fuck, he could barely even form a coherent thought, let alone speak. So, he answered in the only way possible. By shaking his head. And seconds later his breathe hitched and he let go of an almost ghoulish moan when slender fingers found his aching length.
He'd not even realized those smooth hands sneaking inside of his jeans, too lost in that world of perfect denial that chills cursed through his whole body once the digits grazed his weeping flesh, lids fluttering open again to stare wide-eyed into blinding darkness.
Alex' arms tightened around his waist as slick, warm lips searched for his shoulder and found it, nipping and sucking their way up to his neck.
All he wanted was some release. Hard and fast. Without any strings attacked. Without any promise to call later. Any more dates. Just sex. Now. And he hoped, he prayed that Alex would be just the guy for it. Or actually, he KNEW.
His body was moving on auto-pilot before he even quite realized what he was doing, taking a tight hold of Alex' wrist and spinning him around and into the wall so that it was him standing behind the younger man now, pressing his body fully into Shelley's back.
Growling low in his throat, his fingers made quick work of zipper and belt, letting the latter carelessly drop to the floor before yanking the rough material of Alex' denim jeans over the curves of his ass.
The other was well responding, pushing back into his rather raw touch, obviously satisfied moans slipping past pressed-together lips as he spread his legs as wide as possible.
The words he was looking for did not come out as wanted, stuck in his throat ass he felt the willing ass rubbing against his throbbing groin. Instead he sucked in a deep breathe before attacking his lips to the smaller mans neck, one hand tucking on his waistband while the other found Alex' sex. Already hard and leaking.
"Hmmm... I see you're just as needy as I am?"
He got a choked gasp in return, Alex' hips rocking into his touch as he closed his fingers firmly around him. His own pants were finally open and lowered enough to give his straining length the needed release, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips as he rested his head on the younger's shoulder, other hand still languidly pumping Alex.
He was twitching, burning for action, throbbing and needy, hard, harder than he'd been in ages, and all that just because of some little brat sucking on a lollipop. Like there's never been anything hotter. Just the thought of it made him groan loudly, teeth sinking into the taut flesh of Alex' shoulder, fingers squeezing the younger's rapidly hardening length. And only seconds later, his wrist stilled and he -once again- spun the other around, forcing him down on his knees.
The smirk on Alex' lips wasn't visible due to the darkness but certainly evident in his tone as he stared up at the blonde and licked his lips with gusto.
"S'that what ya want?"
If it hadn't been for the erotic drawl and the tone dripping with sex, he'd have scolded the 'punk' for a dumb question like that, but under those circumstances, he just managed a firm nod and squeezed the ravenette's shoulders, a sure sign that it was INDEED what he wanted. What he needed just then.
And Alex was no one to ask twice. Not in such a situation.
Moments later, Ted's pounding girth was engulfed by two heavenly smooth lips, the warmth of Alex' mouth sucking him down half before gliding up again. Tongue swirling around the engorged head before dipping into the slit and then trailing a line down the shaft, pressing against it, lips sucking in his balls.
He had a hard time to resist, wanting nothing else than to fuck the hot mouth raw and blow his load down the tight, inviting throat, but he managed to hold still and let the other do the work. For now. Though he could not see anything, he kept his gaze low, imagining how hot those lips looked around him, on him, enveloping him, gnawing on the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from crying out as Alex started to steadily bop his head.
Fingers threatening through the raven hair, fisting it, he guided the younger up and down his aching length, throwing his head back and closing his eyes when he felt the cool saliva slick him up, ready him. He could literally feel the smirk on Alex' lips when he could not hold back the low moan anymore, tightening his grip in the raven curls as the other grazed his sex with his teeth.
It was heaven on earth for him. After such a long time of absence especially. And he had no idea how long he could hold back before exploding. Thus it was no surprise when he tucked on Alex' hair and guided him up to his feet again, the next move surely inconsiderate as he pressed his lips to the other's urgently.
He usually considered kissing a too intimate act for something that... short and casual, but it was what he'd needed right then. To show him. To silence the demons inside his head. The voices that told him it was wrong. Wrong because his heart still belonged to Cody.
And it worked. Oh, how it worked. Alex' responded eagerly, hand wrapping around his aching length were his lips had just done the work of an angel, pumping it while their tongues duelled in a heated, sloppy kiss, noisy, wet, yet so very sexy that it weakened his knees.
Pressing the ravenette back-first into the wall, his hands were quick to clamp down on his sweaty skin, lifting him up into the air. Bendable legs, strong, well-build, wrapped instantly around his waist and a firm, taut ass pressed forward to let his desire slip between pert cheeks.
It was all the invitation he needed, and the only one he got, as he slowly glided into the unbelievable tight, willing heat.
Heaven. It truly felt like heaven. Sinful heaven though, but still. Alex gripped him perfectly, so tight and pretty... so... just heavenly.
He steadied himself for a moment, forehead against the wall next to Alex, one hand pressed against it, too while the other one held firmly onto the other's pert rear, squeezing ever so slightly. His breathing was ragged, the willing hole suffocating his aching length to a point were it hurt, heart beating viciously against his ribcage. And they had not even really started yet.
He didn't dare wait for a sign to move. In all honesty, he could not. Too long had he been without sex. Without anyone to grip him so tightly. Anyone to take him so pliant.
The first thrust was slow, torturously slow even, his length steadily withdrawing from the warm surroundings, letting Alex feel every ridge, every muscle, every vein of his aching desire until only the tip rested inside. And then he buried himself inside again just as slowly as he'd pulled out, a low, almost unearthly groan spilling from his lips.
But that was it. For the slow and steady. The next thrust was a lot harder, faster, definitely deeper, his lips clamping down on Alex' shoulder, teeth sinking into the sweet, damp flesh and making the ravenette cry out.
The rhythm did not change from then on, only when he occasionally rested to calm his rapid heartbeat and take a breathe, sometimes even going so far as to press his lips to those of the younger man, searching them out for comfort and reassurance before he once again pounded relentlessly into the warm hole.
He could literally feel him tearing and stretching around him, the walls clamping down on him, sheathing him in a safeness and warmth he'd missed way too much. Smears of blood soon coupled with pre-cum dripping from his forcefully pounding girth making it easier to glide in and out of Alex' willing body, his hands holding an almost possessive grip on the raven-haired man's hips.
Not long though, as he slid them towards that pert rear soon enough, fingers dancing around the sore pucker and feeling the quivering skin around it as he held him open, spread him wider, while pressing Alex' back further into the wall. Poor boy would sure leave the party with a few bruises more.
He felt his balls tingle long before he wanted, the familiar fire rising in his groin despite all the things he did to hold it back. Screwing his eyes shut, biting his lips hard, stilling his movements, taking one deep breathe after another, nothing helped. Not with the way Alex' teased him, convulsed around him, clenched and squeezed him.
The decision came in a blink of an eye, as he quickly withdrew his aching sex and spun Alex around, face-first into the wall, the gasp of surprise only fuelling his desire more. Hands coming down on the ravenette's hips with a reverberating thud, he pulled that fucking perfect ass back out, right against his groin and before the younger could so much as to squeak in protest, he was buried inside again balls-deep, a satisfied growl emitting from deep within his throat.
Head lolling forward onto the other's sweaty shirt, he took a few seconds to savour the feeling again and to control himself, but only until he heard the faint whimper of plea coming from the other. He moved again, setting a fast pace from the beginning, brutal even, the sound of balls slapping against bare flesh mixing with his heavy breathing and Alex' ragged gasps.
He'd never been a fan of quick sex, never been someone to enjoy the hardness, brutality, blood, animalistic instincts. Not with HIM anyways. He'd always savoured each and every second of their 'love-making', memorizing it for hours after they collapsed in a heap of sweaty, numb, spent bones.
But that was over now. They were over. Those times. The sweet love-making. He'd start a new chapter. He finally could.
The sensation burning in his lower regions soon became unbearable, his thrusts frantic, erratic, quick and deep, one hand threatening Alex' raven hair to pull his head back and force their lips together, the other hand still firmly kneading the taut flesh of the other's hip. Rough. Needy. Possessive. Only for this one time.
The pornographic noise of a hand quickly sliding up and down a straining, slicked length soon joined the other sounds surrounding them, the music coming from the outside just barely audibly and surely not recognized by them as they neared completion.
Alex was the first to tremble, forearm providing his head from colliding with the wall as his torso slumped forward and the spasms cursed through him, the streams of hot cum shooting past his fist and onto the wall.
He managed to scramble out of the suddenly suffocating, spasming hole, throbbing cock in hand, the sensations too much to take any longer. Only a few precise strokes and his head lolled back, lids fluttering shut and a content sigh mixed with something sounding strangely animalistic left his parted lips as he painted Alex' rear in white.
He sagged down on his knees then, hands on his thighs, heavily heaving, gasping for air while his heart thumped hard against his ribcage. He barely recognized the sound of a zipper being pulled up, only opening his eyes once when he felt the hot breathe ghost over his certainly sweat-soaked skin.
"I sure hope you won't say 'No' to the next invitation either."
It was all he got before the door behind him flung open and he could make out the faint sound of whistling and clapping hands, his consciousness telling him he'd go through hell once he stepped outside. However, he was too damn satisfied to care. He had not felt that alive in ages.
As said, next pairing is gonna be Randy/Jake. I still take requests, but once again... I will NOT write anything with Cena or Evan in it. Ty. Especially NO Centon. Never. Ever.
I might even write some of the pairings again, starting with those who got the most reviews. Who knows. Promises. Promises.
Reviews are as always very welcome. (Excuse me for my ramblings)
