Title: Secrets and Lies, Hustling Pool, part 1
Summery: The gods laugh when we make plans
Disclaimer: Not mine, but mine to toy with.
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He was getting restless, 'time to go.' He got off the bed, slipped into his boots, grabbed his coat, and started to the door.
"You're not leaving," a dark voice commanded. He turned to look toward the voice, he thought that the owner was sleeping.
"Dude, I've got to--" he started to say.
"You are staying here," the Other cut him off, striding up to him, stopping only inches from his face. Looking down into his eyes, the Other placed a hand possessively on his right shoulder.
Shrugging the hand off, he stepped back and was stoped short by the door. 'Shit, I thought this was over, it has been, what, two months.' He could see the fire in the Other's eyes and the dark look that clouded the Other's face. He remembered the plan so that neither of them would get hurt.
"Listen to me. S--" he started again, throwing his coat onto a nearby chair, he then put his hand on the Other's arm.
"NO! You listen to me, bitch," grabbing his wrist the Other whipped him around and wrenched his arm behind his back, pinning him against the door.
"Fuck! You can't -- Wait, don't -- " he sputtered as the other started to grind against him. 'this is not going well, i have to stop this.'
"You want it, don't you slut," the Other whispered into his ear. He could feel the Other's erection pressing against him. "You want it long and hard."
'this is so not happening.' Pushing from the door, he knocked the Other back. He quickly turned around and yelled, "Dammit! S--"
Before he got the words out of his mouth the Other attacked with such speed he was caught off guard. The Other's shoulder was rammed into his chest so hard that he could feel ribs cracking. He was knocked to the wall out of breath. He had no time to recover for the Other grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into a knee that was brought up to meet it. Pain exploded from his nose, broken and bleeding freely.
He fell to the floor gasping for breath. He tried to get up to defend himself, but was hit again and again. He lost count of the number of times he was punched and the pain his face was in was increasing exponentially. 'hey college boy, big word, exponentially' he thought absurdly as he struggled breathe. The Other had stopped and walked away.
Thinking was hard as he lay on the floor. 'this is not working' he thought desperately. Try though he might, he could barely see, his left eye had swollen shut and the other was quickly following. He was bleeding from his mouth as well as his nose and he felt as though his jaw was cracked. Breathing hurt so much that there must be broken ribs and massive amounts of bruising. He could hear movement in the motel room so he knew the Other was still there, he just could not figure out where. He had to escape, he started feeling for the door.
He was met with a kick to the stomach and another and another. He screamed out in agony, pain was everywhere, he could not get away from it or what was causing it. "Stop, please..." begging the Other for a respite.
"You want me to stop bitch" sneered the Other draging him to the middle of the floor. With a lustful tone "Then you want something else, now don't you slut." He could feel the Other's hands on him, taking off his clothes.
"No... don't... please..." he pleaded and tried to stop the violation of his body. In his weakened state his attempts were soon quelled. The Other laughed at the pathetic defenses and kissed his bloody mouth. "You have such a pretty mouth," and kissed him again. "I know what a whore like you needs."
He was turned over onto his stomach, the Other's hands controlling his movements. 'no!' his mind screamed, 'not this!' But there was nothing he could do, the Other had his arms trapped under him against the floor. The Other grabbed his ass and shoved into him hard.
He let out a terrible choaking scream, the pain was almost unbearable. "Scream for me bitch, I know you want me." He could feel something tear and the warm slick of blood with every thrust. Tears were free flowing down his face as he struggled to get away, but it was hopeless.
The Other seized his hair in one hand and his thoat in the other, and with each thrust "You are so tight." "Take it all in." "Bitch you now what I like." Over and over again for what felt like hours. When he felt the Other come it was like hot fire inside, burning him. "Bitch you are a fine piece of ass," the Other purred into his ear, slid out of him, and left.
He hardly registered that he was alone and that the shower was on. 'get up, get out, now!' his mind commanded, 'you don't want to be here when he returns.' Slowly he started to move, levering himself up on his hands and knees. He felt around on the for his clothes, finding his shirt and jeans. He got the shirt on with dificutly and the jeans were even worse. The blood that was flowing from his ass did not seem to want to stop, it was soaking through his jeans. He jumped when he thought he heard the shower stop. 'get out now!' in a panic he got to his feet and found the door.
