New Twists

Chapter 8:

Together

(Ending)

A/N: God, sorry, but I have to say, I hate this story. Lol I really do, I've learned a lot about writing since I first wrote this, and the original story was gonna be a lot longer, with a subplot that evolves after this chapter. Well, yeah. I realized all of the blatant flaws in here and figured I might as well end it with a happy sex scene and a sappy ending. So yeah. Expect sap, or whatever. Once I finish this chapter, I'm going to buckle down in writing, start another chapter of another story (up on FictionPress, it's non-slash) and start working on a re-write of this. I'll take this version off eventually. J Thanks so much for the support, you guys are awesome.

Knocking on the door, Craig's heart took on a mind of it's own. Thumping erratically, it hammered against his chest and pounded in his ears. A few seconds after this Edgar-Allen-Poe kind of madness, the door opened, and Marco stood there, in a blue shirt and tight pants.

Seconds passed.

A cricket chirped in the background.

"…Wanna come in?"

Making out on the couch, Marco rolled on top, groaning. Craig panted, as Marco slid up and down on to of him. Marco took off Craig's pants, joining Marco who was just in underwear.

"…Do…you think…w-we…should go…all the way?" Marco stopped humping abruptly, and sat on Craig's crotch, and Craig moaned heavily. "Get up or I'll cum in my boxers."
Marco smiled nervously and got up, sitting on another chair in the room.

"No, not really." Marco said quietly. Craig was shocked. Why not? Marco had been the one coming on to him the whole time! Marco had been the one who had had the insatiable lust for Craig (or…maybe Craig was just full of it), so why did he not want sex?

"Why not?" Craig asked, staring at Marco, mouth hanging open.

"Look," said Marco, pausing, "I had sex with Dylan. I didn't want it to happen, but we were sitting there, and both horny. I didn't really want to give that up away. Sure, when I'm…"

"Whacking off?" Craig finished. Marco rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, when I'm masturbating, I can fantasize about sex all the time. But when you actually have it, it's…taking away. Taking a part of you away, that you can't have back. I don't want to do that to you."

"I've already had sex."
 "Not gay sex! Look, you're new to this, and I don't want you to have it yet! I don't want you to go through what I did."
 "Maybe I want sex!" Craig said, getting annoyed.

"Maybe you should stop listening to your groin." 
Craig flickered down, and turned beet red when he noticed his erection was slipping out of his green boxers. Marco smiled, eyes, gleaming, and got up quickly, sliding off his underwear. Craig felt rocks slide in his stomach, incredibly aroused and scared by the sight of Marco, throbbing piece and all, standing on display in front of him.

Marco sat down next to Craig, and touched Craig's erection tentatively. It twitched in Marco's hand, and Marco put it back in Craig's underwear.

"Wha?" Craig said, disappointed. Marco then slid Craig's underwear down to Craig's feet, taking in the beautiful sight. Craig's penis twitched again, and Marco laughed. Straddling Craig, Marco started to rub his against Craig's. Craig moaned heartily, the sound only reaching his throat. They began to move in a heavy motion, up and down, constantly rubbing. Finally Marco couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped, and began to masturbate Craig. Craig shut his eyes, taking it all in, barely being able to stand it. Suddenly he realized he was the only one getting pleasure, and he quickly, almost yelled, STOP IT to Marco. Marco looked confused, almost disappointed. "Look, it's fine." Craig said softly. "You can start again, I just want you to get some too." Craig then slowly moved his hand toward Marco's.

The two boys did this for a little while, a few seconds really. Moaning like crazy, they finished. Craig first. Craig yelled an undistinguishable noise, and his legs reacted first, jolting him upwards. Marco still stroked like crazy, as a white concoction shot out of Craig, landing on his stomach. Craig panted heavily, like he had been running, as his heart hammered. Still stroking, Marco laid against the arm of the couch, and smiled, as he finished. Both were quite sticky, warm, and glowing from the joys of orgasm.

"I love you." Marco said as he leaned in to make out again.

Craig paused, and breathed into the kiss, "I love you too. I don't know when the hell it happened, but it's here and apparently not leaving." And the two naked boys making out on the living room couch seemed oddly…right. Like it should have happened all along.