A/N: THIS IS OFFICIALLY A LEMONY PIECE; THAT MEANS, SEX BETWEEN BOYS. If you're not comfortable with that, please, wait for the next update or hit the back button. I normally reference the song that inspired the piece, but I am STRONGLY suggesting you follow this link to the song I listened to while writing this piece: youtube(dot)com/watch?v=LQRh_koli9E. It really set the tone for the story. :D
LawleyPop024: I didn't mean to make you cry!!! But I'm glad you liked the story anyway.
julliette: I couldn't bring myself to kill Reid. I'd end up crying myself. XD
beginningxofxthexend: It's real rough having them all out there like that, especially with one of them... He's actively over there right now. The others are still training State-side, so I have that. =/ I tried the lemon. I think it flows nice, considering I spent the entire time I was writing this blushing like an idiot. XD I actually got the inspriation for making all the jewelery so descriptive and such by my real-life jewelery. While I was searching for a concept, I shook my wrist to send my bracelet sliding back down away from my wrist to make typing easier and I was like: "D'Awh! That was such a pretty sound!" And it grew from there.
forgetMEalways: I was toying with the idea of making it someone from Reid's platoon that went to see Tyler, hence the reason it was so vague until the end there, because I just couldn't decide. XD
Dark Angel's Blue Fire: Thanks so much for your encouragement. :)
Sex with Reid was always an adventure. There was a certain element of danger involved. Tyler knew Reid would never go out of the way to hurt him, but Tyler also knew that his masochism and Reid's clearly dominant personality gave everything a razor-sharp edge.
It usually started off innocently enough, with a little kiss on the side of Tyler's neck, a nip at his earlobe. And before he knew it, Reid's tongue was in his mouth and he was holding on for dear life, praying Reid would never stop whatever it was that he was doing that felt so damned good.
This would inevitably lead to Tyler laying flat on his back, hands somehow or another tied out of the way, mewling and begging while Reid's hips skimmed across his, making him moan and writhe. Reid knew just how to rock his hips against Tyler's erection to make him scream, he knew where to bite and lick to make Tyler hard.
Tyler gasped and pleaded as Reid's hands slid down his chest. Tyler wasn't sure when his shirt had disappeared, but it had. Reid's lips and tongue were making a trail down his chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his pants.
"God, Reid. Fuck." Tyler pleaded.
Reid slid his hand across the bulge in Tyler's pants, making the younger teen arch and moan loudly. Tyler tugged at the ropes holding his hands to the bedposts, wanting to force Reid into giving him what he wanted. Reid slid the tips of his fingers just below the waist of Tyler's jeans, his cool fingers dragging along hypersensitive skin.
"Please, Reid. Anything, just please." Tyler gasped. He would do whatever Reid asked. He just wanted the teasing to end.
Reid kissed Tyler roughly enough to assert his dominance (not that he really needed to...EVER), but not roughly enough for Tyler and his desire-addled, masochism-driven body to get the fix he needed. He leaned up into the kiss, trying to feel Reid's teeth on his lips. He was vaguely aware of Reid's fingers undoing the button on his jeans, vaguely aware of his zipper being pulled down with painstaking slowness... But all he could really focus on was the feeling of Reid's teeth making a slow, winding trail... First his neck, shoulder, collarbone... He was so wrapped up in the feeling of Reid's close attention to that spot on his neck that never ceased to turn him on, he didin't even realize he'd been stripped of his clothes until Reid left him, naked on the bed with unattended desires. Tyler whimpered and Reid only smirked.
He'd had detention that afternoon and was subsequently still wearing his school uniform. He slowly pulled the tacky sweatervest over his head and tossed it across the room. He slowly loosened and untied his tie, throwing it onto the desk. He unbuttoned his shirt with such slow decisiveness that it made Tyler ache. The shirt slid away from his shoulders, down his arms, pooling on the floor. Closely following were the stuffy dress pants and a pair of obnoxiously bright green boxers Tyler had bought him for Christmas as a gag gift a few years back.
Reid's chest pressed against Tyler's. Tyler gasped and moaned, wishing he had something to grab on to to keep him anchored. He could feel Reid, rock hard and pressing against his inner thigh.
"Stop teasing. God, please. Stop it." Tyler gasped. He was reaching a point where he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to function properly again. It felt like he was overheating, like he was stuck in a vortex where he desperately needed this to just be over, pleasure be damned. He needed his release. He couldn't take the teasing any more.
Reid smiled. He knew just what he was doing. He knew how much Tyler could take before it went from good-natured sadism to blatant dickishness. He knew that he was coming close to crossing the line. Still kissing Tyler, he reached across to the nearby table and (somehow, with one hand) unscrewed the top to a tube of lubricant and slicked some over his index finger.
Tyler arched and gasped as Reid's finger entered him. His hips bucked and he moaned softly when Reid added another digit. Reid's fingers curled and he pressed Tyler's prostate. The brunette screamed, glad the door was locked. Glad his father was somewhere in Italy. Glad his mother was somewhere in Germany.
Reid ghosted a kiss over Tyler's parted lips.
"Please. Please. Please." It was a whispered, breathless phrase that played on loop in Tyler's mind. Reid removed his fingers and positioned himself to enter Tyler.
Tyler gasped sharply, his mind blanking, as Reid entered him. Tyler wrapped his legs around Reid's waist, silently, wordlessly, asking for a moment. No matter how many times he submitted to Reid, no matter how many times he let Reid fuck him mercilessly, be it in bed or bent over the desk or against the wall if they wre feeling a little more adventerous, it always felt new. He felt Reid move slightly and his hands were suddenly free. He dug his fingernails into Reid's shoulders and back.
Reid's thrusts were slow and well-calculated. Tyler gasped and arched and moaned and begged and screamed. Reid had angled so that every little movement would push Tyler a little closer to his climax.
The younger teen felt as if he were walking a razor-thin wire with no safety net. One little push in either direction was all it would take until he was sent tumbling into parts unknown.
"You know what I want to hear." Reid growled.
Tyler couldn't force words out of his airless lungs, couldn't make words out of the haze of pleasured thoughts.
"Give me what I want, Tyler." Reid demanded.
Tyler knew exactly what his lover wanted.
"Reid." Tyler managed. It was a strangled moan. It sounded like the only word he knew, sounded like the name of God on his lips. It brought about a low, guttral moan from Reid and Tyler felt a shiver slide across his spine and he forced Reid's head down so their lips met in a hot, sloppy kiss.
Reid could tell Tyler was coming to the end of what he could tolerate. Reid knew that he was getting close to the end himself. He bit the side of Tyler's neck where a purple bruise was already forming from repeated abuse and Tyler screamed, his grip on Reid tightening as his orgasm shook his body. Tyler screamed wordlessly as every muscle in his body clenched and released rhythmically. Reid made a sharp noise as the contractions wrapping around his hard length similarly sent him over the edge.
When they could both breathe again, they stumbled into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Tyler frowned in irritation at the purple-blue bruise on the side of his neck, at the hickey on his collarbone, at the teeth marks on his abdomen and shoulders. Reid pulled him into the shower, under the beat of almost-too-hot water, and Tyler shook his head with a smile. Sex with Reid was always an adventure.