Date: Tue, 08 Jul 2003 00:28:47 -0500 From: Jesse Mitchell Subject: GH: Conflicts and Collisions Disclaimer: The story is purely fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the actors or the characters they portray or celebrity incidentally mentioned in the course of this story. General Hospital and its characters are property of ABC and Disney. If you are not at the legal age to view sexual materials, please turn back now. This story contains homosexual sex and derogatory language. "No! You're gonna give me what I want this time. I am not leaving here until you give it up to me. Don't bother calling for help." Zander confronted the the equally dark haired Nicholas Cassadine. Zander stood with his arms to his side wearing a white shirt practically painted over his heaving chest. His legs were covered with very tight black jeans. "I don't need help dealing with you, Zander. I can handle you all on my own." Nicholas's mind raced with the idea of how many ways he could take Zander out if he push came to shove. Nicholas's chest was calm beneath his powder blue silk shirt which was firmly tucked in his tailored black slacks. He was tired of Zander's tirades. And he was sick of the boy constantly getting up in his face. He wanted to have it out once and for all, but he promised Emily to keep her secret. In the middle of another heated argument, the two men stood facing each other in one of Nicholas's studies on Spoon Island. They glared at each other in front of a long couch surrounded with plants and an old fashioned desk among other antiques. Nicholas had enough to handle with his own thoughts. He had lied about being in love with Emily at first, but now he had fallen in love with her. It actually made him hate Zander more. He couldn't get thoughts of Zander touching her out of his mind. He pictured this street thug touching her naked flesh, sucking on her breasts, or ramming his fat tongue down her pretty little throat. He knew Zander had a habit of forcing his way into anything he wanted. His pretty lips parted to order Zander to leave again. Zander wanted to hear anything but another lie. He couldn't stand the idea of Prince Nick pawing at his girl. He knew Emily had had a crush on the prince. He hoped she was passed it. He wondered when he looked into her eyes during their lovemaking if she pictured him as this thick lipped prince. He could see why she would want someone like Nick. He had trained his body to perfection and had a gaze that was so damn commanding. He wanted to wipe that charm off Nick's face. When Nick went to motion with his hand, Zander got the wrong idea and charged into the prince. They were locked in a tussle for less than a minute when they tumbled onto the couch. A freak move landed Zander's muscular frame atop Nicholas's prone body. They were both caught off guard in a moment of silence broken only by their realization of the sound and feel of Zander breathing on the back of Nicholas's neck. Only half struggling, Nicholas began to sense more than the heat on his neck. Not only had Zander pinned him down, he felt slow grinds from Zander's mid section on his butt. "Zander. Let me up. I think we're after the same thing. We both want Emily happy." "It's not just about her anymore. Can't you feel it?" "I feel something." "What's it feel like? You're not on top now. I am." Zander couldn't believe his own words. He kept grinding into Nick's hot ass. He continued a determined dry humped as he lowered his head letting his lips touch the back of Nick's head. He raised up slightly as he felt Nick's left arm moving. Nick's hand roamed up Zander's thigh. Nicholas surprised himself as his hand made its way up Zander's thigh. He noticed Zander slowed the dry hump down long enough to let the prince pry open his pants. Zander relaxed enough to let Nick free his growing dick. Nick started fisting the stretching snake. He gasped as it grew in his grasp. The thing expanded about ten inches and felt as round as a coke can. It was sweaty and leaking lots of precum. Nick gave a thankful sigh. Practically reading Nick's thoughts, Zander began massaging Nick's shoulders. He bent down to Nick's ear. He whispered, "Pull down your pants." Nick undid and pulled down his slacks as much as he could in their position. Zander shook his head with excitement with the revelation of such a pretty ass. He found himself running his left hand through his thick dark hair as he pumped one, then two, fingers into Nick's quivering ass. Nick lost himself in the moment. He imagined this is how Zander conquered every ass he came across with those thick, rough fingers making room for his unbelievable snake. He let no complaint slip pass his lips until he missed the working of the fingers replaced by the insertion of the slick head into his ass. He braced himself. "Wait." The words escaped from his lips too late for Zander to notice or care. Before long, Nick's moans welcomed the thug's stick stuffing his warm hole. Nick released him over to Zander. Nick considered some part of him even owed Zander for all the lies and the pain he'd put him through. He owed the thug this much and maybe more. And he knew the thug would thank him with everything he had. Zander took out his frustrations on Nick pounding him into the couch. He got off on Nick's heavy breathing and occasional "awww." When he worked up to pounding Nick even harder, he found himself jabbing his thumb into Nick's mouth. Nick sucked hard on the thumb allowing his moans to beg for more. His ass had never been worn out like this. He pulled his lips away from the thumb.He opened his mouth to scream as Zander's heavy load pumped into him. Nick screamed into the cushion of the couch. Zander was so caught up in the moment that he sucked hard on the back of Nick's neck as he came. The two men laid there unable to move for a while. Across town, Lucky's beautiful mouth had expanded as much as it could to accommodate Jason's fat cock. Lucky had gotten used to it over the years. He had starting sucking Jason off as far back as the days they shared living together in the garage when Lucky was younger. Jason didn't talk much and Lucky welcomed the emotions of feeling cheap and dirty to get the demons out of his mind. They stole away together whenever they could to "catch up" away from everyone else. They told each other it helped them both get their minds off things. Lucky was stretched out sideways on a bed with his head hanging off the side of the bed. He was face up with with the blond god Jason standing over him. Jason's body glistened with sweat as he pumped his thick eight inch cock into Lucky's mouth. Lucky's eyes took in the sight of Jason's tight ass as he firmly gripped onto the butt cheeks. Jason was always amazed how Lucky swallowed it down no matter how he changed the thrusts. He sometimes slowed it down to his favorite rhythm of two slow thrust followed by a long hard third thrust. Lucky would always get used to that pattern only to have Jason suddenly piston in and out of his mouth. "You hate you asked for it now, don'tcha?", taunted Jason. He knew Lucky would try to respond everytime, and he used the opportunity to snake further into Luck's throat. He leaned back enjoying the moment as Lucky began to beat his own equally hard eight incher. Jason looked at the impressive piece of meat Lucky was fisting. When he saw it erupt into the air, he let go of his load letting it stream down Lucky's throat. On the other side of town... What do you think? How much more of Port Charles is being explored?