Ours

by Dominic N. Ashen


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Chapter 11

"So, I heard you got up to some interesting stuff this weekend."

Nic closed his locker door and turned to look at whoever was talking to him. It was Tim, another one of his teammates.

"What, the party?" Nic figured that's what he had to be talking about. It was Monday morning, the first day back at school since the party. After his victory, his family, particularly his father, had made a big deal out of celebrating nearly all weekend and Nic was exhausted. As a result, Nic ended up driving himself into school, trying to squeeze in a few more precious minutes of sleep. "Yeah, that was a kick ass night. Weren't you there?"

"That's not exactly what I'm talking about," Tim paused as he looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Some people are... saying stuff about you man."

"What are you talking about? What kind of stuff?" The way the guy looked around made Nic a little nervous.

"Well... some people are going around saying they saw you fucking that Cory kid at the party. People are saying you're secretly ga-"

"What the fuck!?" Nic grabbed Tim by the shirt and slammed him into the locker behind him. "Who the fuck is saying that shit about me!?"

"Hey, man, chill!" Tim put hands up in surrender. "I'm just telling you what people are saying. I thought you'd wanna know."

"Well it's a fucking lie! Who the fuck is saying that shit?" Nic was really freaking out. Had somebody caught them at the party? They were totally alone in that garage... weren't they?

"I heard it from some of the cheerleaders." Nic's heart sank as he suddenly thought of Amy. Did she already know? "I don't know where they got it from th-"

Nic released his hold on Tim wordlessly and took off down the hall. He was going to get to the bottom of this, now.


"I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning, Cor."

Cory gave Stephanie his best bitch face. The two of them had skipped their first period together at Stephanie's insistence, and took off for the auditorium, a quiet place to talk. She wanted to know about everything Cory had been keeping from her. And Cory wanted to tell her... he was just trying to figure out how. Funnily enough, they were in the same auditorium where he and Derek... anyways...

"You know this isn't easy for me, right?" Cory was almost shaking, he was so nervous. This was worse than coming out.

"I'm sorry," Stephanie pulled Cory in for a hug. "Start wherever you want."

"Okay," Cory took a deep breath. "So, I guess first thing is, I don't have a boyfriend. At least, that's not what... this thing is."

"Okay... so you've just been hooking up with someone?"

"Kinda...it's not exactly a relationship, but it is something." Cory buried his face in his hands before he continued. "I call them sir."

"Oh. Wow. Okay." Stephanie nodded her head to herself as she took in the info, "So it's a...kinky thing?"

"Yeah...it's a kinky thing." Stephanie was hardly a prude but Cory wasn't sure how well she was going to react to the full details of what exactly he had been getting up to. "Part of why it's so hard for me to talk about it to you is that I don't even know what any of...this really is. What it means. It all started so suddenly, and so weirdly. I don't even think they consider themselves gay, or even bi..."

"Wait, them, they? Are we talking a special pronoun kinda sitch?"

"No," Well, here goes nothing. "There's...two of them. Two guys. Two sirs."

"Holy shit, Cory," Stephanie's eyes were wide. "How did you land two guys - two kinky, apparently straight guys - at our high school!?"

"I don't know. I didn't see it coming, didn't even know they knew about me..." Cory watched as the wheels seemed to be turning in Steph's head.

"Oh fuck, Cory...it's Derek and Nic, isn't it?"

Cory's eyes went wide as soon as the names left her mouth. "I, uh, no, it's not--"

"Cory." He was caught.

"Please, Steph." Cory's voice was low and shaky. "Please don't say anything, to anyone. If someone found out they cou-"

"Cory, I promise," Stephanie drew him into another hug. "I won't tell anybody a word. I swear."

Cory held onto Stephanie until he felt his heart stop racing, letting go when he felt calm enough.

"So...tell me how it started."

"It was up at the cabin," Cory started. "Seemed like a normal weekend, playing video games and hanging out. Derek's brother got him a case of beer as a gift and we were drinking those."

"Uh oh."

"We started playing a drinking game. But by the time I was on my third beer, it changed from a drinking game to strip poker. Not long after that, I was the first one naked. That's when they...talked to me," Cory pressed on. "Turns out they had found out I was gay. I let them use my laptop one night, and...well they found some of my porn. A lot of my porn. All the kinky shit."

"That's kinda fucked up."

"Yeah, but they didn't do it on purpose, I don't think," Cory tried to reassure her. "I wasn't exactly worried about being stealthy on my own computer. My own fault for lending it to them."

"I...I don't think that's accurate, but we can circle back. What happened next?"

"I started to freak out. Wasn't exactly expecting them to tell me I was gay. They calmed me down. Told me they didn't care. That they liked what it could mean."

"What it could mean?" Stephanie was trying really hard to hide the concern in her voice but so much of this sounded concerning.

"They wanted to...help me out," Cory hesitated as he continued. This sounded so much worse now that he was saying it out loud. "Train me, like the subs and doms in the porn I had been looking at."

"Jesus, Cor." Stephanie was no longer pretending to hide her shock.

"I didn't really know what they were talking about at first. I mean, they're both straight. I had never gotten even a hint that either of them was into guys. I never even thought about either of them like that before, not really," Cory pressed on, things were about to get graphic. "But, the beer, being naked, the shock of them outing me and then asking to basically sleep with me... It didn't end up being that difficult to say yes. After that night, it just turned into a regular thing for us. It felt kinda...natural. For me, at least."

"... Cory, that all sounds so--"

"--Weird?"

"Rapey."

"Oh god, I know," Cory buried his face in his hands. "But...fuck Steph, this was like one of my biggest fantasies, ever, coming true right in front of me. And it's not like they forced me, but... that also added to how hot the whole thing was. "

"Right, but that's a fantasy Cory," Stephanie reasoned. "They got you drunk, Cory... they took advantage of you. It sounds like they knew what they were doing... They planned it, Cor."

"I know," Cory sighed. "And even after that night there have been other times where it didn't exactly feel like I had the option to say no." Cory would spare her the details of the other dudes he'd been "loaned" out to over the months.

Stephanie was silent for a few moments, leaning back against the wall.

"It's a lot, isn't it?"

"That's an understatement," Stephanie sat up. "How do you feel about the whole setup now?"

"Good, for the most part," Cory spoke honestly. "Sometimes things are a little confusing. The line between friends and the sex stuff can get blurry. I have no idea what happens in the future. It's not like either of them thinks of this as a relationship."

"Are you okay with that?"

"I think so? I'm not exactly mad at not being a virgin anymore. And there are way worse people to lose your virginity to." Cory was blunt. "And I can honestly say I have enjoyed everything we've done together, even the stuff I wasn't sure about at first."

"But you know you need to talk to them about this, right?" Steph said gently but firmly. "There's so much about all of this that is messed up. At the very least, you need to be able to talk to them about all of this and about how you're feeling."

"I know. I've needed to talk to them for a while now," Cory sighed. "Thanks for not thinking I'm a kinky freak for any of this."

"Oh no, I absolutely think you're a kinky freak for all of this." Stephanie countered with a smile. "I just don't think there's anything wrong with being a kinky freak."

"Thanks?"

"No problem," Stephanie paused, her face sombering. "You know I'm here to help you however I can, right? Want me to come with you to talk to either of them?"

"No, that's okay," Cory reassured Stephanie. "I think this is something I need to do on my own...but can we skip second period too? I'd rather not talk to Derek right now..."

"Of course, Cor." Steph pulled him into a side hug. "Whatever you need."


Nic paced the hallway outside of Derek's first period class, Spanish, waiting for the bell to ring. He spent the last 40 minutes trying to track down the source of the rumor, which it turned out was very difficult to do when everyone involved was in class. When the class finally let out a few minutes later, Nic made a beeline for Derek, still standing up from his desk.

"Dude, we gotta talk, now." Nic looked around to see if anyone was looking at him, paranoid.

"Sure, man, everything okay?" Derek looked Nic up and down. "You seem like you're freaking out about something."

"Not here. Come on." Nic took off out of the class, forcing Derek to jog to catch up when he made it out of the door. He led Derek outside and around the building, a spot where normally smokers would gather to hide from administrators.

"Leave," Nic growled at the sole student out here, a punky looking sophomore with pink hair. The look on Nic's face alone was enough for him to stub out his cigarette and do as requested.

"What's going on bro?" Derek asked once they were alone. "You're freaking me out."

"Someone knows. Someone found out about me and Cory."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone saw us, man!" Nic almost yelled before remembering that he was trying to be discreet. "There's shit going around school today, that people are saying they saw Cory and I fucking. That I'm gay."

"Oh, shit," Derek's eyes went wide. "Who's saying that? Who saw you?"

"I don't fucking know! That's why I'm talking to you, I thought you would know." Nic dragged his hand through his hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry dude, I have no idea," Derek shrugged. "You know I wouldn't tell anyone."

"So what the fuck do I do man?" Nic yell-whispered. "I need you help me find the asshole spreading this shit around and kick his ass."

"Nic, man... you gotta calm down," Derek tried to reason with him. "You're just working yourself up. Freaking out isn't exactly gonna make you seem innocent."

"Fuck you dude!" Nic was no longer whispering. "This is all your fucking fault anyway, I wouldn't have done any of this shit if it wasn't for you. There wouldn't be rumors to spread around."

"Nic-" It was too late, Nic had already turned away from Derek and took off. Derek sighed. This wasn't going to end well.Derek spent the next couple of hours trying to figure out just what was going on and where the rumors were coming from. On top of Nic freaking out and running away, Derek also didn't see Cory in their Chemistry class, and so now was also worried about what that meant. If people were giving Nic shit, who knows what they were doing to Cory.

Unfortunately, it wasn't terribly easy to get information out of anyone in the middle of the school day. He did his best, but aside from some very, very light info he overheard in class, he was forced to wait until lunch to do any real legwork. Once the bell rang, he started his search. It wasn't exactly easy, trying to find people who had already heard without spreading it further. Derek had really be careful about who he asked, not wanting to draw more attention to the rumors, or even worse, confirm them. Eventually, Derek was also able to trace it back to the cheerleading team.

Lunch was almost over, and Derek was seated, trying to figure out the best way to talk to the cheerleaders about this. The football players and cheerleaders were close, not to mention that Nic was dating their captain. The wrong question could get back to the wrong person, and then, well, if Nic was freaking out already, he might well have an aneurysm if Derek somehow made things worse.

"Hey, there you are." Derek looked up to see Cory speaking to him, looking no worse for wear. "Been looking for you all lunch."

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Derek wasn't sure what, if anything, Cory knew. "Trying to figure some stuff out. What's up?"

"Well--" Cory was cut off by the bell signaling the end of lunch. "Crap. Can we talk after school about some stuff?"

"Everything okay?" Maybe he did hear about something...

"Yeah, just... not stuff to talk about at school," Cory started towards his fourth period. "See ya fifth period?"

"Yeah, Cor, sure." Maybe not. "See you then."

As Cory turned and walked away, Derek hoped he hadn't noticed the few people who were watching him, talking to each other in hushed whispers. This was going to be a long day."Nic, baby, you have to calm down!"

Amy and Nic were sitting in a park not too far from campus. After Amy, who had heard but did not believe the rumors, saw how badly Nic was freaking out, she took him off campus to cool down. It didn't seem to be helping much, though.

"I can't. This is driving me nuts." Nic was pacing back and forth in front of the bench Amy was sitting on.

"They're just rumors babe." Amy reassured him. "You know I don't believe them. In a week or two no one will even remember this."

"That's easy for you to say!" Nic exclaimed. "It's not your reputation on the line."

Amy sighed. "Why do you care so much about this? It's just a stupid rumor, they go around school all the time!"

"Yeah, because your teammates spread them around!"

"Hey, that's not fair; they don't start them!" Amy defended. "No one else on the team believes it either. I even told Jenna that Steve was probably just saying it because he was still pissed off at you about something.

Nic stopped dead in his tracks at the mention of that name, "Steve? Steve!?" Nic fumed. "I'm going to kick his fucking ass!"

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd do this," Amy sighed. "Will you just sit down and chill for a second?"

"No, fuck that." Nic was already making his way back towards campus. "He's fucking dead.""So what did you want to talk about?" Derek asked as he and Cory walked towards his car from their fifth period Chemistry class. The rest of the day was surprisingly quiet. That probably had something to do with there being no sign of Nic anywhere since this morning.

"Well, it's about the stuff between you, me, and Nic." Cory was understandably nervous to bring things up.

"Damn, I guess you did hear the rumors going around about Nic then," Derek said as he unlocked his car, throwing his backpack in the backseat. "Sorry, boy. They'll blow over soon enough though, just stupid high school bullshit."

"Uh, what rumors?" Cory had no idea what Derek was talking about. He climbed into the passenger seat. "What's going on with Nic? I didn't see him all day today."

"Shit," Derek cursed and started the car. "Okay, keep in mind that dumb stuff like this gets said all the time, and it always blows over, but...someone is saying they saw you and Nic fucking at the party after the game last weekend."

"What!?" Cory squeaked. "Who's saying that!?"

"Don't know yet, that's what I was trying to figure out at lunch." Derek pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards home. "It came from the cheerleaders, like it usually does, but because it's about Nic..."

"Directly asking them might make things worse." Cory finished Derek's thought

"Right," Derek confirmed. "Nic found me after first period this morning, freaking out, but I haven't seen him since. He wasn't at lunch, or in gym."

"I didn't see him at all. I skipped first and second period, but he wasn't in Biology." Cory hadn't thought much of it at the time. "I hope he's okay."

"I think he will be, he just needs to calm down." Derek stopped the car at a red light and turned to Cory. "You seem to be taking it rather well though."

"Enh. It's not like any of those people are my friends, and we've got what, a month of school left?" Cory shrugged. "After you and Nic found out, and after telling Steph, it doesn't feel as scary."

"You came out to Stephanie?"

"That's actually sorta what I wanted to talk to you about." Cory took a breath. "I talked to Stephanie this morning. She found out at the party that I had been fucking around with someone. I kind of let it slip that it was you and Nic without meaning to."

"Cory, you what!? Fuck, that's probably where the rumor came from then." Derek's tone grew angry.

"What? No. That's impossible," Cory reasoned. "I literally only told her in the middle of first period. She was with me through second. If Nic was already freaking out by then-"

"Okay, okay, it couldn't have been her." Now Derek sounded more annoyed then angry. "But you still shouldn't have told her."

"I didn't tell her," Cory continued defending himself. "She guessed, after I told her that I had been messing around with two straight guys."

"Fuck Cory, why not just show her a picture of my dick in your mouth. You didn't think to lie a little to cover our tracks?" Derek groused as he pulled away from the now-green light. "Why were you even talking to her about it anyway? You should have just told her to mind her own business."

"Because I needed to talk to someone! A friend, someone who isn't you or Nic!" Now Cory was getting annoyed. "Not that either of you talk to me much anyways."

"What was that?" Derek's voice was icy.

"You and Nic, you never actually talk to me about any of this." Cory had started and he wasn't going to stop until he got everything out. "You don't even really give me the option to say no to anything. You just tell me what I'm going to do or put me in a position where it would be hard to say no."

"What the fuck are you talking about, boy?" Derek gripped the steering wheel tightly. He did not like where this was heading.

"Everything! Blowing you guys at school, loaning me out to the daddy at the porn store, blowing Taylor, and now Darryl! All of it!" Cory started listing his grievances. "Even how you guys started this. You guys got together and planned how you were going to get me drunk and then basically make me your sex slave. And you just assumed I'd be cool with all of it!"

"Well you were, weren't you?" Derek was raising his voice. "Or are you trying to tell me you haven't loved every second of this? That you haven't been having some of the best sex of your life?"

"That's not the point Derek! I hadn't had any kind of sex until you decided to change that for me." Cory was frustrated that Derek seemed to be completely missing the point.

"Decided for you? You mean forced you, right?" Derek practically snarled. "Just say it Cory. You're saying we raped you."

"What!?" Cory practically choked on air at the "r" word. "No, Derek, that's not what I mean--"

It was too late - Derek was already slowing the car down, pulling to the side of the road in front of a Burger King.

"Get out of the car." He was not about to sit here in his own car and let someone accuse him of...that.

"Derek--"

"Get out of the fucking car, Cory." Derek wouldn't even look at him, the anger radiating in waves.

"... Fine." Cory open the door and stepped out, slamming it behind him. He heard the passenger window lowered and turned to face it. Derek had made his point, hadn't he?

"Wouldn't want to force you to have to ride around in a car with your rapist." As soon as he spat the last word out at Cory, Derek peeled off, leaving Cory on the sidewalk, mouth agape as he watched the car fade off down the road.

Nearly shaking with anger, Cory forced himself to turn again and start walking towards the Burger King. His hands shook as he reached for his phone, eventually managing to pull up his mother's info and call her.

"Hey, mom," Cory did his best to hide the emotion in his voice. "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Burger King on Middleton."

"Sure honey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Cory lied. "I was hanging out with Derek but he had an emergency and had to leave before he could bring me home."

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Thanks, mom," Cory ended the call and sat on a bench outside of the restaurant. He felt like crying or screaming or even laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Instead, he stood up and walked inside. French fries helped everything.


"Where is he?" Nic stormed into the locker room, a man on a mission.

"Uh...who?" The poor confused JV football player looked around nervously.

"Steve," Nic spat out. "Where is that son of a bitch?"

"Aww, what's wrong Nicky, your boyfriend too busy?" Steven taunted as he walked in from the showers. "Sorry man, not into dudes."

Nic tore across the locker room and grabbed Steve by the shoulders, slamming him into the lockers behind him. "Shut the fuck up you lying sack of shit."

"Woah man, relax," Steve held his hands up in feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm going to knock your fucking teeth in."

"But Nic," Steve whispered low enough so that only Nic could hear him. "I'm not lying. I saw you and your boy walking out of the garage together looking very, very cozy."

Nic's face paled slightly, though the look of rage never left it. Fuck. He did see them.

"Yeah, thought so," Steve sneered, still whispering. "Go ahead and kick my ass, Herrera. Really looking like you got nothing to hide here.

"Dude." Nic felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Taylor. He said nothing else, but that was enough. Nic looked around the locker room. Everyone was staring at him and Steve. Fuck. Nic let go of Steve and punched the locker behind him in anger, before storming back out of the locker room wordlessly.

"What the fuck was his problem?" Steve asked no one in particular, not even bothering to wipe the smirk from his face.


Cory couldn't stop checking his phone. He wasn't sure why - even if Derek had texted him, he didn't want to talk to him, he was still too angry. And hurt. And sad. Ugh. After his mom had picked him up she headed to work, having picked up a night shift at the warehouse. Not long after she left, it started raining - a storm off the coast would be sending them bands of rain all night. That left Cory alone with just the rain and his thoughts to keep him company. And TV.

After setting his phone down for what felt like the hundredth time, Cory went to the kitchen to rustle up something for dinner. Cory eyed the leftovers in the fridge - cold spaghetti and meatballs - before deciding the days events called for something a little more comforting. Mac and cheese it is!

After setting a pot of water to boil, Cory walked out to the living room and turned on the TV, flipping channels until he found something funny and mindless to watch while he waited. Parks & Recreation re-runs seemed like just the thing he needed. Anything to take his mind off of the bullshit that was his day.

Eventually Cory returned to the kitchen, adding his noodles to the now boiling water and stirring. Without the TV to distract him, his mind began to wander, always bringing him back to Derek. He kept replaying the conversation in the car over and over in his head. It just turned so quickly... Cory knew it wasn't going to be an easy talk, but when he was actually saying those things out loud, when he actually thought about the way things had gone, it just made him angry. And Derek didn't even seem to be listening to him, he got on the defensive immediately. Had Cory been too harsh?

Cory sighed to himself as he drained his pasta. No. He said what needed to be said. It wasn't his fault that Derek didn't like hearing it. Hadn't he always told Cory he needed to stand up for himself more? Shaking the thoughts from his head, Cory finished making his dinner, mixing in the orange cheese powder as he walked back out to the living room. No one said comfort food had to be good for you.

For the next half hour it was just Cory, his food, and the TV. Cory finished eating just as an episode ended, and went to the kitchen to throw his bowl in the sink before the next one started. He was just about to sit back down when someone knocked on the door. That was strange.

Cory moved to the door and peered through the peephole. Oh. It was Nic.

"Nic?" Cory questioned as he opened the door. Nic looked like he had been walking around in the rain all night. "What are you doing here?"

"Cory!" Nic smiled a big smile. "I knew you'd answer for me!"

Nic stumbled in the doorway past Cory, who had an inkling of what was going on. Nic was drunk. Very drunk. And wet. But why? And why was he here?

"Nic, are you okay?" Cory followed as Nic moved into the living room, almost tripping over himself as he tried to sit on the couch. "You are very drunk."

"Yes. No. Maybe." Nic stared at his feet. "I dunno."

"Yes, you're okay, or yes you're drunk?" Cory wasn't sure why he asked, he knew the answer to both.

"Yes 'mdrunk. No 'mnot okay." Nic looked at then cradled his right hand for a moment. "Oww."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Cory held the offending limb gently. The skin was broken in a few places and it looked bruised.

"Got angry. Punched a locker." Nic wiggled his fingers slightly. "Hurts. But the rum helped."

"Yeah, I hear it can do that," Cory chuckled at Nic's demeanor, but noted he could move his fingers, so at least nothing was broken. "Come on, let's clean this up, okay?"

"Okay." Nic allowed Cory to guide him from the couch to his bathroom, sitting on the toilet while Cory grabbed a towel and some bandaids and peroxide.

"So what happened?" Cory knelt in front of Nic and held his hand steady as he wiped some peroxide across his injuries.

"Steve saw us," Nic said plainly. "Friday, in the garage. He told people at school."

"Oh." Cory stopped what he was doing for a moment. "I'm sorry."

"'Sokay. Not your fault. Shoulda been more careful." Nic gave Cory a small smile. "Not like you get much of a say in it anyway."

Cory chuckled as he finished cleaning Nic's hand. If he only knew the headache he had from saying that earlier... "So, what happened next?"

"Spent all day trying to find out who it was. Asked Derek, Amy..." Nic looked at his lap. "Amy told me it was Steve. Went to kick his ass. Didn't think. Everyone saw me freaking out."

"Shit." Cory wasn't sure what to say. "Maybe it'll all blow over?"

"Should have just ignored him. Did exactly what he wanted me to do," Nic mumbled into his lap. "Went straight home after. Stole dad's rum, got drunk..."

"And then came here," Cory finished and started applying bandages over the deeper abrasions.

"No. Tried to go see Amy first." Nic got very quiet. "She won't talk to me."

"Oh." Cory tried not to feel slighted. "Sorry."

"Then I came here," Nic explained. "Knew you would help me."

"Yeah," Cory sighed. "That's what I'm here for, right?"

"Yeah, you're Cory." Nic used his uninjured hand to tilt Cory's head up towards him and smiled. "You're the best. You're always there for me."

Cory's face flushed at the sudden praise and attempted to pull his head away.

"You always take care of me..." Nic held him in place gently, looking softly into Cory's eyes. Then, wordlessly, he lowered his head, drawing Cory's closer to his, until there lips were touching.

Oh. Oh wow. This was... This was nice. Nic slowly moved his lips against Cory's, finishing with a small smack before capturing his mouth again. Cory did his best to match what Nic was doing, never having actually kissed someone before. He suddenly understood why he was forced to watch so many horny straight couples sucking face at school. Kissing was great.

Some water dripped from Nic's hair onto Cory and suddenly his eyes flew open. Nic was kissing him. Nic was kissing him. Why was Nic kissing him? Cory didn't have long to contemplate these thoughts before he felt Nic's tongue gently swiping at his lips. Instinctively, Cory opened his mouth, allowing Nic to dip his tongue further in and rub it against Cory's, who again did his best to follow Nic's lead. Cory moaned lightly as he closed his eyes again, tasting the spice of the rum on Nic's breath as his tongue probed further.

The two boys continued to lock lips in the bathroom for a few minutes, before Nic pulled away, drawing out an involuntary whine from Cory. Still smiling, he stood and helped Cory to his feet, leading him by the hand to Cory's bedroom. Once inside, he pulled Cory towards him before pushing him onto the bed on his back, climbing on after him.

Cory watched as Nic climbed over him, settling between his spread legs. He held himself up with his arms, looking down into Cory's face, still smiling that same soft smile. Cory's face felt so hot, all the blood rushing between there and his dick. Nic wasn't saying anything, and Cory didn't want to either out of fear of breaking whatever spell he seemed to be under right now.

Nic lowered himself atop Cory, his weight pressing them both down into the mattress. He again captured Cory's mouth with his own, this time now grinding his quickly growing cock against Cory's thigh. Cory groaned into Nic's open mouth as they kissed, the feeling of Nic against his own hard cock leaving him gasping. He felt the stubble on Nic's face scrape against his own, the hint of roughness pushing Cory further into his headspace.

All of Cory's moans and whines beneath him drove Nic to go further, get rougher. He began to push more into Cory's mouth, dominating his tongue as they battled, mapping out the interior of Cory's mouth. The aggression only turned Cory on more, as he worked to move his tongue against Nic's without ever attempting to take charge of the kiss. Nic drew his good hand up and cupped Cory's face, holding him in place once more like in the bathroom, making Cory whimper as his mouth was plundered.

Spurred on by Cory's submission, Nic started to use his teeth, biting at Cory's lips lightly as they kissed. He growled as he held them between his teeth before driving his tongue deeply into Cory's mouth. Cory could only moan and do his best to keep up as Nic used his mouth.

As their kissing grew rougher, so did their dry humping. Nick ground his hips down, pressing Cory deeper into the mattress. Cory whimpered with each scrape of Nic's hips, the rough denim of his jeans easily overtaking the thin cotton of his shorts.

After pulling back for a moment, Nic kneeled up, towering over Cory. He pulled his wet t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his damp furry chest and stomach to Cory. Smirking as Cory ogled him, he tugged on Cory's own shirt, silently instructing him to take it off. As he fumbled to pull it up, Nic undid the fly on his jeans, shucking them and his underwear down in one motion. Cory threw his shirt from the bed just as Nic was leaning back down to kiss him again, somewhat awkwardly shuffling his jeans the rest of the way down his legs, kicking them off to join Cory's shirt.

Nic and Cory quickly returned to making out. The rough hair on Nic's chest rubbed against Cory's own light fuzz as they lay together. The skin on skin contact had Cory shivering, and he wrapped his arms around Nic's back to pull him closer. Reaching up into Cory's hair, Nic tugged his face to the side as he began moving his mouth down the side of Cory's face towards his ears, making Cory buck and shudder as he sucked and nibbled along the rim. He grinned devilishly as Cory whimpered as he swiped his tongue across Cory's ear.

Tightening his grip to hold Cory in place, Nic moved from the ear down Cory's neck. At first leaving only a trail of light, wet kisses, he gradually began to scrape his teeth over Cory's skin as he moved. As Cory continued to moan, he tightened his arms and scraped his nails down Nic's back. Nic started to suck on Cory's neck, worrying the skin between his teeth.

"Oh fuck, sir," Cory exclaimed as he grabbed Nic's back more tightly. He was probably going to have a hickey but he really didn't care anymore. He turned his head even further to the side to give Nic better access to his neck.

Nic growled when Cory moved, seeing his canvas expand. He bit and sucked on Cory's skin, leaving marks up and down from his neck to his collarbone. He removed the hand from Cory's hair, now that Cory had moved where he wanted all on his own, and brought it down to the waistband of Cory's shorts. He tugged, attempting to pull them down under Cory's ass. As Cory felt was he was trying to do, he lifted his ass somewhat, allowing his shorts to be pulled down to his legs, where he somewhat awkwardly attempted to help with their removal.

"Fuck it," Nic growled as he tore himself away from Cory's neck, lifting and then ripping Cory's shorts from his legs. "Lube."

Cory nodded his head in understanding, scooting himself further up the bed so that he could reach his nightstand. He opened the top drawer and fumbled blindly inside for the tube. Once he had it, he moved back to his previous position, handing it to Nic before lying back beneath him.

Nic popped the cap on the tube, squirting a small amount of the clear slick liquid onto his fingers. Then, he dropped back down onto the bed, this time next to rather than on top of Cory. He snaked his injured arm under Cory's neck, pulling him back in for another kiss, while his lubed cover fingers dove between Cory's legs, behind his balls.

Cory still couldn't entirely believe this was happening. He whimpered in Nic's mouth as he felt a slippery finger rubbing against his hole. He spread his legs further, silently urging Nic to do more. He smiled to himself as he felt a second finger join the first, before they began to slowly prod at his entrance. As his whimpers grew louder, Nic grew bolder and continued to slowly stretch Cory's hole with his fingers as they made out.

Soon Nic was pumping three of his fingers in and out of Cory's hole, nearly down to the last knuckle. Cory continued to moan and groan into Nic's mouth as they kissed, attempting to lift his hips to meet Nic's fingers. Cory felt Nic's mouth twist into a grin against his own, Cory's movements telling him that he was ready for the real thing.

Nic pulled his hand from Cory's hole, moving to kneel between his spread legs. He grabbed the lube bottle, popping the cap and applying it up and down his shaft as he tossed the bottle to the side, close enough to reach if they needed it later. Nic grabbed Cory's legs and lifted them to his shoulders, shuffling forward until his cock met Cory's ass. He rubbed the slick length up and down his boy's ass, swiping repeatedly over the hole and making it twitch and furl.

Nic locked eyes with Cory as he pressed forward, the head of his cock easily popping into Cory's well-prepped hole. Once inside, he grabbed Cory's legs, moving them from his shoulders to his elbows. That meant he was able to bend Cory's body - and his own - enough for their mouths to meet. Nic eagerly kissed Cory again as he felt inch after inch of his cock slowly sinking into his hole. Cory whimpered around Nic's tongue as his hole was stretched, sucking on the rum-flavored appendage on instinct.

Nic growled as he felt Cory's ass swallow the last few inches of his cock. He ground their hips together, flexing his cock within Cory and forcing more noises from the beleaguered boy. Without ever disconnecting their mouths, Nic pulled his cock back slowly, pushing it back once only the head remained inside. He kept up this languid pace as he continued to kiss Cory slowly and deeply.

If Cory's eyes were open, he was sure they'd be rolling to the back of his head. The kissing, the rough feel of Nic's stubble and teeth, the heat of their bodies and breaths, the fact that he was getting fucked... it was true sensory overload for the poor boy. He scraped his nails along Nic's back as he felt the pace of the fucking pick up. He never wanted it to stop.

Eventually, Nic had to come up for air, and he tore himself away from Cory. Moving back to a kneeling position, he let Cory's legs drop to the bed as both boys caught their breaths. He looked down at Cory's body hungrily, flushed and covered in sweat. He reached down and gave his cock a few squeezes, then once again grabbed Cory's legs, this time by the backs of his thighs. He pushed them back and down, as best he could with one injured hand, and spread Coy's ass and revealing his slightly gaping hole in the process. He shuffled forward, using his hips to guide his cock once more towards Cory's hole, resting the head against the ring of muscle.

"Oh fuck," Cory almost whispered as he looked down, nearly able to see his hole as Nic's cock prepared to spear it open again.

The exclamation had Nic's eyes flashing up to meet Cory's, still wearing the same hungry expression. Gripping Cory's thighs tightly, he pushed forward, reentering Cory's ass with little resistance. He wasted no time, pulling back as soon as he was fully seated within. He continued to pump Cory's hole at a languid pace, looking down at the boy as he moaned and groaned as his hole was used.

"Oh fuuuuuuck," Cory repeated, biting into his wrist as he felt his prostate was slammed.

Nic saw Cory's toes begin to curl, felt the way his hole was starting to spasm and grip him tightly - Cory was going to cum. He tightened his grip on Cory's thighs, pushing them even further back, as he sped up the pace of his thrusts. He made sure to angle his cock, passing over the fun-button inside Cory's ass with each pass. He could feel his heavy nuts swinging, slapping into Cory's ass with each slam home.

Cory let out a high pitched yelp as he felt Nic increase the intensity of the fuck. He could feel his muscles tightening and spasming without his control, as Nic pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm. He gripped the bed tightly with his free hand as it washed over him, muffling a low moan with the wrist still in his mouth. He felt his legs struggle futilely against Nic's solid grip.

Nic growled as he felt Cory's hole milking him as he came. His pace never let up as he continued to force his thick cock into a hole that was squeezing him wildly. He watched as Cory's body relaxed after he came, though only for a moment. Soon enough the signs of another approaching orgasm became apparent, and Cory was once again gripping the bed tightly. Nic fucked his cock in and out of Cory's hole as fast as he could, loving the noises Cory made as his body once again began to cum entirely by Nic's doing.

Cory felt Nic slow to a stop as he recovered from his second dry orgasm. He opened his eyes tentatively, looking up to see Nic smiling down at him cockily, dick still buried within Cory. Gently, Nic released Cory's legs, once more bending down to kiss him, cock fully hilted. Cory instinctively wrapped his legs around Nic's waist, pulling him even closer. He had to tilt his hips up a little at this angle, but he didn't care.

Soon after they began kissing Nic started thrusting again, much shallower than before. The pace was more languid as they made out while Nic lazily fucked his way in and out of Cory. He grabbed onto Cory's hair, tugging it to the side and once again attacking Cory's ears with his tongue. He slowly sucked and nibbled on the outside of his ear, feeling Cory whimper and his hole spasm as he did.

He continued to steadily drive his cock in and out of Cory's hole, moving from his ear once more to his neck. As Cory moaned into his own neck, he gradually sped up his thrusting, though not reaching his previous speeds. It felt less like fucking then it did a steady grind, his cock pushing and stretching against the walls of Cory's hole. Cory's hands were again on his back, gripping tighter with each pass of his cock.

Cory felt Nic's breath against his neck grow heavier as he continued to bite and suck at the skin there. It felt like he had planted both of his thighs against Cory's, using his weight to keep his ass angled for his dick. He ran his hands down Nic's back, lifting his legs so he could grab at Nic's ass. He felt the thick, hairy muscles flex and release as Nic continued to thrust. He grabbed them tightly as he drove forward, as if attempting to pull his sir even further into himself.

Nic rumbled against Cory's neck as he felt his ass gripped, the sudden contact causing his hips to spasm. That was new. He bit into Cory's shoulder as he sped up, enjoying the way Cory pulled him closer on every thrust. He felt Cory's hole spasming again, and the knowledge that Cory was once again close to cumming goaded him to start chasing his own. He released Cory's hair, placing both of his arms on either side of Cory, gripping the top of the mattress tightly with his good hand. He used the added leverage to speed up as he ground his cock into Cory's ass, literally pulling himself up as he fucked.

No longer able to keep up with the pace or force behind the thrusts, Cory held onto Nic's back as he rode the remainder out. He could feel that he was about to cum again, and braced himself as the tell-tale signs began washing over him once more. He wasn't even sure of the noises he was making, at this point it was all he could do to hold on. As his stomach muscles tightened, he felt the explosion centered on his prostate once more.

As soon as he felt Cory's hole relax post-orgasm, Nic started slamming his cock into Cory. It only took a few thrusts before he was pushed over the edge, and buried his cock as deeply within Cory as he could. He felt the first shot of cum leave his cock, and with each subsequent shot he used his grip on the mattress to push further into Cory. Six or seven shots later, Nic collapsed on top of Cory, both of them catching their breaths as they came down from their sex high.

As his brain came back online, Cory realized he still had no idea why this was happening, and that it was probably just a fluke.


Cory bounced up and down as he rode Nic's cock. It was only a half an hour later, and the two were still in Cory's room. Nic had extracted himself from Cory and grabbed a towel from his hamper to clean the two of them up. Neither had spoken a word, a comfortable silence passing between them as Nic wiped down some of their messier bits. As he wiped the cum and lube from Cory's ass, the boy whimpered, which in turn made Nic's dick twitch. It was already waking back up. Unable to resist, Nic continued to tease Cory's sensitive, used hole, squeezing his own cock with his free hand.

And so, only thirty minutes later and Cory was once again speared onto Nic's cock, this time with him on top. He held onto Nic's shoulders as he rode his lap, using the larger boy's frame to remain steady. Nic's hands were on Cory's ass, helping to lift and lower the tight hole he was currently occupying. Nicsqueezed and gave one of his cheeks a smack as Cory ground his hips down onto Nic's.

Cory's eyes were closed, until he felt Nic's warm mouth suddenly encase one of his nipples. Looking down, he watched as Nic licked and bit as his chest, first the left side, then the right. He sucked each of Cory's nipples into his mouth, gently biting at the pink nubs. He opened his mouth wide to take in as much of Cory's pec into his mouth as he could, something he was used to doing with a girl. He growled again around the flesh in his teeth as Cory continued to ride.

Cory wasn't sure if it was the angle or the added stimulation of Nic's hands and mouth, but he felt yet another orgasm approaching. This one also felt like it might be more on the wetter side of things.

"Fuck, need towel," Cory spoke through gritted teeth. "Gonna cum."

Nic nodded but never removed his mouth, reaching blindly on the bed for the towel they had just been using. He stuffed it between their two stomachs, encasing Cory's cock with the material. That would just have to do for now. He continued to bite and suck on Cory's chest as he was ridden, no intention of stopping regardless.

Satisfied with the towel, Cory stopped fighting his orgasm, nearly collapsing forward onto Nic's chest as he felt his cock begin to spray, soaking the towel. As he felt the damp material grow warm, he just hoped it would be enough to prevent any leaks.


An hour later and Cory was in the bathroom, starting up the shower. Nic had fucked him for another 30 minutes before cumming, and had wrung orgasm after orgasm from Cory's hole. The towel had long been soaked, with Nic eventually tossing the offending material from the bed. He didn't fucking care, and if Cory had been able to think coherently, he probably wouldn't have either. Once Nic finally came, the two passed out, collapsing together in a wet, sweaty heap on the bed.

Cory had woken up after a small nap, though Nic was still snoring deeply. Probably because of the alcohol. After using another towel to clean up what he could, Cory moved to the bathroom to clean himself up. As he waited for the water to warm, he started to replay the day's events. Or at least he started to, as the bathroom door opened behind him just as he was stepping into the shower. It was Nic.

He crossed the bathroom, stepping into the shower behind Cory without saying anything. He didn't really need to - Cory could see that he was once again hard. He grabbed Cory and kissed him hard before spinning him around and pushing him against the shower wall. At least Cory hadn't had a chance to clean the cum and lube from his ass just yet.


It was well after midnight when the two boys finally slept, both passing out in Cory's bed after one last fuck session. It was 2:00 am when Nic woke up, finally having sobered up from all the rum. And it was 2:15 am when he quietly climbed off of Cory's bed and got dressed, leaving the house and locking the door behind him as he returned to his own.

What the fuck was he thinking?


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