I got an interesting e-mail from someone today, this person will remain unnamed because…well they didn't leave a name, anyway, I'll let you read it.
You're stories are good, but you're author commentary sucks. I don't want to know about how you got an erection during class, or that you're sister caught you masturbating, or how shitty you're mom is. Keep you're private life private, no one wants to hear about it.
This got me thinking, am I too bold in my author commentary? Hmmm, do I even care? The answer was of course no. I really don't give a shit what you think, annoying secret person thingy. Guess what loveling, I'm jerking off as I write this while I listen to Bauhaus and eating chocolate. I am a very spiteful person, so this orgasm is just to PISS YOU OFF…
X x x x
Dorian had changed into a button up black, silk shirt and a pair of black jeans with his boots when Dominic came to pick him up.
"You look gorgeous," Dominic, said when Dorian got into the car. He (Dominic) was wear a blood red button up shirt and tight black leather pants.
"You look hot," Dorian smiled bluntly and practically ate his lover with his eyes.
X x x x
"I managed to snag you guys a private booth over looking the stage, best seat in the house. Does that make me you're favorite brother or what?" Recitalist said when he met them in the front of the theater.
"You're my only brother, that automatically bumps you to the top of the list," Dominic scoffed.
"I'm not related to you, but thank you for getting such great seats," Dorian said and gave a soft, but charming, smile.
"He's not even related to me and he's still nicer than you are Dommy. Prove to me that you love me, by giving me a hug," the redhead said and spread his arms.
"How about I shove you into the…!" Dominic was cut short when Dorian shoved him into his brothers' arms. "Why are you siding with him? I sleep with you!" He whined and Recitalist just smirked.
"Good choice Dorr, anyway, I had to beg to get you those seats."
"That's a lie. You're the star of the show, without you it couldn't happen because they couldn't find anyone remotely good enough to be your back up. They'll do just about anything to make you happy, even give you the best seats in the house for your brother and his fifteen year old lover," Dominic scoffed.
"So? The shows going to start soon, I've got to get back stage and you two need to find your seats," Recitalist said after glancing at his watch.
X x x x
They had a small box seat all to themselves. A perfect view of the stage, locking door, and dim lighting, what more could scream sex in public?
"I am not having sex in public," Dorian said when Dominic began to massage his upper thigh.
"Didn't even cross my mind," Dominic smirked and moved his hand so he was rubbing Dorians' inner thigh.
"Liar, now move you're hand, the play's starting."
Dominics' smirked widened and he moved his hand over the teens' crotch and he kneaded softly, then squeezed, hard.
"That's…not what I…meant," Dorian moaned softly and involuntarily thrust into Dominics' palm.
"Maybe not what you meant, but it's what you want," Dominic purred and pulled Dorian into his lap facing away from him, freeing the teens' erection as he went. "The body doesn't lie," he growled and pulled Dorians' pants down to his knees.
"D-Dominic," Dorian moaned when his lover pushed a finger inside him, stroking his hard length.
"Look at all those people, all they have to do is look and up they'll see us," Dominic purred and pushed a second finger in. "Like that?" He laughed when he felt Dorian harden even more in his grasp.
Dorian just moaned and rocked his hips, pushing back on his lovers' fingers then forward into the hot hand around his member.
With a smirk Dominic pulled his fingers out and out of his pocket came a lubricated condom. He freed his erection and slipped the rubber sheath on before thrusting into Dorian who had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.
Dorian felt Dominic use his own body weight to go in deeper, rubbing against his prostate. He could taste blood in his mouth from where he had bit his lip too hard.
The raven-haired man began to suck the lobe of his young lovers' ear making him moan deeply. "Don't get too loud baby doll, we don't want to draw anyone's attention now do we? Or perhaps we do, how would you feel if there was thousands of eyes looking at you?"
"D-dirty," Dorian groaned and thrust back against Dominic, for someone reason the thought of getting caught turned him on even more.
Orgasm hit him hard and fast, he nearly bit through his lip trying not to scream Dominics' name in ecstasy. He brought Dominic over the edge with him; his lover came with a low, husky groan.
X x x x
Dorian shifted uncomfortably during the rest of the play, one because he had just had sex in a public place, and two drying cum was very uncomfortable.
Dominic on the other hand was trying not to laugh at his young lovers' discomfort. "Baby doll, if you blush anymore, I think you're head will explode," he smirked and Dorians' glare held nothing because his face was bright red.
Turning his attention away from Dominic, Dorian focused on the stage where Recitalist was singing about his murdered lover.
X x x x
"Did you like the show Dorr?" Recitalist asked in the car as Dominic drove. He was sitting in the back with his chin resting on the shoulder of Dorians' seat.
"What I saw of it, you're a very good actor," Dorian said with a smile then glared at Dominic.
"Oh, Dominic screwed you in the box seat didn't he?"
Blushing deeply, Dorian averted his gaze and stared out the window.
"Bad Dommy, sex in public is bad," Recitalist said making Dorian laugh.
"Can't you see the headlines? 'Sexy Local teacher has sex with Vlad Masters delicious son at two-bit show'," Dominic laughed and dodged Recitalists' hand when his brother tried to slap him in the back of the head.
"We better stop, I think Dorians' head is going to explode," Recitalist laughed and Dorian blushed even deeper.
"Do you want to stay the night?" Dominic asked, resting his hand on Dorians' knee affectionately.
"I'll call and ask," Dorian said, his face still burning with a blush as he pulled out his cellphone, hitting the speed dial for his Fathers' phone.
"Masters."
"Can I stay at Dominics'?"
"Going to use a condom?"
"Yes Father," Dorian mumbled, hoping the others hadn't heard.
"Going to go to school in the morning?"
"Yes Father."
"Vlad, stop interrogating him and come to bed."
"Fine, come home after school, I'd like to run another test to see the extent of the G-DNA in you're system," Vlad said and ended the call. (A/N: I just finished watching 'The Hills have Eyes' and it is the funniest fucking movie I have ever seen…I'm a little off aren't I?).
"I can stay."
Dominic smiled and kissed Dorian softly.
"If you're going to get all lovey-dovey, wait until we get home," Recitalist said and wrinkled his nose.
Dominic just pulled back and rolled his eyes. "Home sweet Hellhole," he said and pulled into the driveway.
X x x x
How can you tell someone who's your best friend that you don't love them back without hurting them? Anyway, while I figure out that dilemma, I feel like telling that I would love to be fucked by Antonio Banderas any fucking day, I've got a thing for long black hair and gorgeous eyes.
Washington is so fucking cold! My room is fucking 56 degrees! I just realized how big a fucking idiot I am sometimes, I'm sitting in my freezing room wearing a sweater with the arms cut off and it's been cut at the bottom so it barely covers upper chest, and a pair of jeans that are mostly holes, I'm going to go change now…