Chapter 3: A Display

WARNING: This chapter is 100% skippable, however it will offer insight into the characters' relationship dynamic and offer answers to characters' actions later on; when the story is completed, however, I will do a character study that will answer questions regardless of the knowledge of this chapter. This scene will depict graphic sex, some violence, and non-consent to a degree. Please read at your own discretion.

I listened to Poplar St by Glass Animals, and Underdressed by Verite whilst writing this.

Enoch

3 weeks after the events of chapter 2

I sat on the edge of Brandon's bed. Horace must have wondered why I didn't show up to sleep tonight, but I trusted his discretion and lack of curiosity towards the lives of others.

It was cold in the attic.

Brandon was in his underwear, short, red, and trunk-style made of some silky plastic like material. They were strangely futuristic to me; I wasn't used to anything but cotton briefs. It just made me more nervous. He said before today that he wanted to do something different. We've had sex a few times before, which felt amazing. But still, it was a really foreign thing to me. I never had chances at sex before in the loop. I did it once before I came to the loop, I can hardly remember it now, but that was slow and with a girl. Now it was a guy, and he's fast and aggressive. The scariest thing is how much I like it.

"What's going to be different?"

"Rougher. I think you'll like it."

Brandon

Enoch was sitting on the edge of my bed. He was wearing a uniform-like outfit, which was perfect for the occasion. A white collared shirt underneath a tan sweater vest with a black tie sandwiched between the two. Khakis that hugged his thighs, but loosened around his calves. Sheer black socks that run up his legs obscured by his pants.

Very little light came in through the attic windows despite the bright moon. A supplementary candle flickered, casting dancing shadows contorted on walls.

"Ready?" I asked rhetorically as I approached him. He didn't give a verbal response but followed my movements and flattened himself on the bed. I positioned one of my knees to his right and one to his left resulting in a straddle positioned at his midriff. I straightened my back and took a moment look at his expression. His lips never left that pouty position, but it was evident his cheeks were tense. His eyes searched my naked chest down to my waistband. He looked exactly how I wanted him to.

I pressed down on him telekinetically to ensure he wouldn't move as I began to slowly unlace his tie. The pressure on his body obviously came as a surprise by his slight wriggles to test his range of motion. He used a classic windsor knot that gave way easily to my gentle tugging. I laced my middle finger underneath the last section of the knot and pulled my finger down undoing the knot and untucking the tie all in one constant motion. While I removed the tie from his neck I made sure to gently brush his skin with my fingers. His chest rose higher when he took his next breath.

I undid the first button on his sweater vest, and successively did as many as I could until I had to reposition myself. I moved down until I was sitting on his crotch. This elicited a small wince. I continued to unfasten the buttons. When I had reached the last one I escorted the vest out from under his back and dropped it on the floor.

I started on the shirt.

"You know," the first button popped, "I wish we weren't in the house."

"Why?" He had trouble focusing on his words.

"So you could yell my name out." I purposely exaggerated the deepness of my voice. Once again no verbal response, but he wet his lips and moved his eyes from mine. I loosened the last button.

Pulling the shirt off, I noticed he got goosebumps all across his chest. His body was so soft and cold. I felt his stomach, it was sunken in from the pressure of gravity and my telekinesis.

Enoch

He ran his hands from my stomach up to my chest. My cock stiffened. I looked to him to see if he noticed. The instant shift of his eyes from my body to my face and the slight smile that broke at the corner of his lips told me that he did. Blood rushed to my face, making it feel far warmer than the surrounding air.

The meticulous nature of him undressing me was torture. It was so enticing. It was so scary. It felt like the calm before a storm. He knew exactly what he was doing with every deft movement of his fingers.

Finished toying with the skin of my torso, he moved himself downwards, intentionally not lifting his hips so to drag his ass across my hard-on. I made an involuntary noise.

He leaned back slightly, puffing out his chest slightly and lifting his bulge into the air. He grabbed at both my socks simultaneously lifting them off my feet. Cold air rushed to hit my soles.

He shifted into a more leaned forward position. He placed his hand on my crotch and kneaded it, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning. His other hand had eased its way between my underwear and waistband of my khakis. With only two fingers he undid the button and unzipped them painfully slow. He pulled them down off my ankles and cast them to the floor.

Only my briefs stood in his way now. Blood was flooding my cheeks. I have never felt so exposed in my life. I tried not to let my embarrassment show when he looked at me, and instead feigned bravado to try and urge him to take them off.

Brandon

The sudden straining of his expression made it obvious that he was faking confidence. But, I went along with it, just to humor him. I wrapped my fingers around the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled down. The scraping of the waistband against his penis caused him to wince. I fully removed the last article of clothing. Nothing for him to hide behind.

Once again, just to humor him, shifted up some, and said, "I think it's only fair I let you take mine off now."

His hands moved to my hips where he gripped the elastic of my trunks and began to pull down. I rolled myself to be sitting between his legs, allowing me to lift mine up so he can pull the clothing completely off. His eyes were fixated on the unraveling of my body. His mouth was slightly agape when he finally pulled them off and absent mindedly tossed them on the floor. I stayed leaned back with my legs hung in the air and split open for few moments to satisfy his child-like curiosity.

I laughed breathily as I reverted to my last position, "Maybe next time you can have a turn with me."

I leaned into him, bringing our face closer together. I stretched my legs out so I was laying on top of him, resulting in our dicks being pressed against one another's. Instantly he rubbed his body against mine. I wasted no time with the kiss, instantly pressing my tongue into his mouth. My hands searched for his, winding down his arm until my fingertips touched his. I forced his arms up above his head and held them hostage with my own grip. My mouth unlocked from his, and instead went examining for more exotic parts to claim as my own. I traced his jawline with my tongue. With his own mouth free he made all kinds of groans. His hands became impatient and struggled against mine, but I didn't let them free. The chill finally started to leave his body.

I began to suck on his neck.

"Stop," he took long pauses for breath, "Someone will see it." Despite what he asked, he never slowed down his motion, telling me he didn't really want me to stop.

"Good," I said against his neck. I gently tugged at the skin with my teeth. Slight notes of salt and iron registered at the tip of my tongue.

Declaring my mark as apparent enough, I move down more. I lapped at the skin around on his chest and gnawed on his nipple. The slight pain made him squirm beneath me even more. Without lifting my tongue from his skin I buried my face in his arm pit. His musk was light, but intoxicating. I jerked at the small hairs with my teeth.

Enoch

The friction between our bodies heated the room. My breath was hot and heavy. His breath was even warmer, except when it hit a fresh trail of slobber he left on my skin. Sweat was dampening the back of my neck. He was sweating too, creating a glossy reflection of warm light from the candle along his side.

Abruptly he detached himself from my body. The lack of motion and warmth felt like when a room falls silent after the roar of the boiler ceases. He released the grip on my wrists like pulling off a blanket too fast.

The candle fire caught in his eye and swayed. I played with a seam on the comforter.

Without warning wedged his hand under my left side and flipped me over. Now on flat on my stomach, he put both hands on my waist and hoisted upwards. He gave a low chuckle under his breath. My heart beat accelerated.

His thumb, soft from sweat, ran across my ass. Despite having sex a few times, only one of those times was actual anal sex and it was short lived.

The feeling of his hand was nothing compared what happened next when he ran his tongue across my asshole instead. Shudders resonated through my body.

"What are you doing?" I said quickly.

"Making sure I don't hurt you," He responded calmly.

"Is this something that – you know – uh," my uh turned more into an ahh when he did it again, "do male couples always do this?"

"Not always," he repeated it once more making me bite on my lip, "Do you like it?"

I responded with, "I think so," but in reality had no idea. He did it again, but this time I buried my face in a pillow so I didn't have to muffle my noises.

Now he took one of his fingers and pressed it into me. His lack of forewarning left me tense. Nothing he did made any sense to me, but I suppose it's just because of my lack of knowledge. I never had any reason to consider the process of guy on guy sex before Brandon.

He stroked his finger along my prostate. My face sunk deeper into the pillow. He added another finger. My face sunk even deeper.

When he took his fingers out my body shivered; if just that was painful, I hate to think about his dick.

"I hope you're ready."

I felt the underside of his head apply pressure at my asshole. I braced my body.

I felt the pillow being drug out from under my face, "I want to hear you."

Readjusting himself, he started again. My breathing was audible. The cold began settling on my skin as a thin film again. Slowly, he pushed his dick into me. My body did everything it could to resist him, but he breached every defense. My knuckled curled in harmony with the sheets. A melody of throat noises surfaced from me. I assumed he'd have to stop at any moment, but I assumed wrong.

After an eternity, he was fully in. I was forced into a constant state of teeth clenching and knuckle whitening. He wasted no time to start moving, and fast too. Pain and pleasure both coursed through my body, mostly pain. He accelerated his thrusts even faster. I had to shove my face into the mattress, or else someone would have definitely woken up. Skin on skin claps bounced off ashy walls.

"S-slow down," I begged, followed by a long, muffled, throaty yell. My plea was returned with only a quickening pace. I felt his stomach starting to roll down my back, and then his left arm hooked around my neck. He jerked me up and close to his ear, half strangling me.

"Please?" I muttered. Numbness was setting in around my ass. The blood built up in my face from strain and his arm. He went as fast as he possibly could. He bred me like a dog. My ear was adjacent to his lips, allowing me to hear every noise he made. Grunts like an animal's rumbled with every thrust. He began chewing on my earlobe.

Tears began to well in my eyes.

I began to feel pressure build in my abdomen. With his arm still wrapped around my neck, he lifted me into a straighter position, his larger body fit perfectly into my curved back. A tear rolled down my face.

Announced by a series of ah's, I came.

The pulsation of pleasure and relief numbed my body temporarily from the pain. Semen splattered across his comforter. The fact that I had finished before Brandon, who was still moving at full speed, while my dick never got touched embarrassed me.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growled in my ear.

Unceremoniously he unhooked his arm from my neck, shoved my whole body down, and pressed the entirety of his weight through his palms which were positioned one on each of my shoulders. He gave a loud moan, of which he never did so far, and pushed his dick as far in me as possible. With an arched back, he came inside me. Warmth flooded my insides. A continuous stream of tears assimilated with the mattress. He pounded me forcefully, and finally slowly, 4 more times for good measure. He took his time pulling out, which felt torturous for both of us.

Everything grew quiet except our strained breathing. He moved himself over my legs and sat on the edge of the bed. My whole lower body was numb.

I pulled myself up. To my disdain semen and blood began dripping from my asshole. Nothing around was available for me to clean up with, so I ignored it the best I could. My knees hardly let me stand.

"I wish you could sleep here tonight, but no one will ever let us get away with that," he said softly. Objectively, I knew he was right. I knew that meant I had to gather my stuff and head downstairs.

I began to pick up my things off the floor, he helped with what was close to him. I had my fingertips on my underwear when he interrupted me, "No, wait, leave those here." I straightened myself to look at why he started getting up. He moved towards a chest of drawers, pulling out the second to last drawer. I drew out a pair of his own underwear, long and of that same plastic-feeling material. "Take these instead." He stood in front of me and gestured for me to step through the leg holes. Confused, I did as he suggested. Brandon pulled his foreign undergarments up my legs, over my junk, and secured them as tightly as he could around my butt.

Backing off he said, "I want to keep yours, as a reminder of tonight." He began to slip on the briefs. He struggled to pull them all the way up. They were at least a size too small, maybe two, and fit way too tightly around his crotch. But to his benefit, this outlined his penis perfectly in the candlelight. He turned to show me his ass, which again was entirely too fitted for the clothing, but he made it look as sexy as possible. "I'll get a lot of use out of these."

I slipped on my pants without fastening any buttons, and draped the rest of my clothing around my shoulders. It was a long, slow, and painful walk back to my room.