Consoling Seth: A Beginning
(Version Two)

Author's Note: So I started writing this fic, and partway through, I decided that it could be interesting if it progressed in two alternate ways. This is the second version. (The first version is entitled Consoling Seth: An Ending.) You don't need to read both pieces to get it. They ARE NOT sequels or prequels, they are basically two versions of the same story. They start off basically the same, but they end much differently. This is the more sappy version. It also contains semi-graphic slash, so if you don't like that, please don't continue.


And I'm fucking you again and you're groaning and writhing under me. Your eyes are closed. You're biting down hard on one side of your lip. You're loving this. My head starts to hang because I just want to get this over with. You feel my thrusts weaken. You squirm a little and moan for sympathy to get me to keep going. And, for me, it works. I lift my head up until I'm looking at the ceiling. I can't bear to look at you while I fuck you anymore.

When we first started this, I was only fucking you out of pity. Now it's out of pity and shame. Because we've been doing this for this long and I don't know how to end it. It started because of Summer. Because of Anna. Because of Alex, Lindsay, Taylor. Your bad luck with girls in general. And I was a good friend, and I couldn't get the girl I wanted, and you wanted to fuck. So I fucked you.

Of course, there were times when you wanted to fuck me. You asked me, shy about it, if you could. I told you no, but if you wanted, you could give me a blowjob. It scared you, I think, so you continued just having me fuck you. But you don't really seem to mind it this way all that much, because you wake me up almost every night as you enter the poolhouse and beg to feel me inside you.

And tonight is no different, as you're pulling me as far into you as I'll go. I pump you continuously harder as your whines beg for it. Now you do something that you've never done before. You moan my name into my shoulder, ever-so-gently biting down. Usually I would have been annoyed, mad that you took it that far. But this time it hits me funny. Maybe I haven't been fucking you out of pity. Maybe I've been fucking you because I've actually wanted to. Because you've been my only constant since I moved here.

Now you make me do something that you've never made me do before. You make me cum. I feel myself begin to release into you and my body tightens up and my toes curl and I've had an orgasm... with you. And now you realize that I've been lying to you every time I told you that I came after fucking you. But I think you seeing my face causes you to realize that this means something else.

And you see the look in my eyes and realize that if you ask that question that I've always said no to, you might get and affirmative response. "Can I fuck you?" you ask, sounding bolder than you've ever sounded.

And I swallow, actually kind of nervous, and I mutter a yes, and I pull out of you and kiss you hard, harder than I've ever kissed someone. And you kiss back hard, because this is the first passion we've shown, and you bite my lip hard and it's bleeding and it's a sick kind of pleasure.

And I grab your dick and I guide it into me, but it's not easy because I've never been fucked. And you fuck me and our kisses are harder and you're fucking me harder and it hurts but I like the pain. And now it's me groaning and writing under you. Now it's my eyes that are closed. Now it's me biting hard on my lip. It's me loving this. And I open my eyes and your eyes are on mine and you lean into me and we're kissing again. And I think we both know that this won't be the last time we make love.

End.