Disclaimer: This is fiction, no way true, may cause internal bleeding, events never happened, not meant to portray actual people, figment of the imagination.
Dedicated to: Strangledcry, for her birfday, and for being lovable.
The Story:
Hunter awoke with a groan and a headache the size of Tucson. His mouth felt like an ashtray and his body felt like he�d had a run in with a linebacker. Hunter paused, then tentatively explored with fingers. He winced.
It must have been a ~horny~ linebacker, if he wasn�t mistaken.
He raised his head and slowly pulled off the sheet tangling around his body. A substance that he normally saw wet and sticky, was now dry and cementing cloth to flesh. Grimacing, he pulled the sheet fully off and examined himself. Well, he either jerked off, or he�d gotten lucky.
Hunter moved to a sitting position then immediately regretted it. Oh, yeah, that was why. He gingerly moved off his ass and rolled to his side. Fingers explored again. Yes, that was. . . dried, too, like on his stomach. Stupidly, and mostly out of insane human curiosity to do stupid things, Hunter pressed two fingers to his anus.
�UGH!� A strangled cry escaped his mouth before he shoved his face into the pillow to stifle the noise. His hand shot away from his rear and clutched tightly on the sheet.
Holy crap, he thought, someone�s HAD me!
His heart thundered in his chest, panic rising in his mind. He looked about his room hurriedly. No, no one here. Just him, alone, fingering his well-fucked hole.
Hunter winced at that last thought in his mind. That was bad. Berating oneself was one thing: treating oneself like a whore was another. But, still. . . it was hard not to use the terms he�d use for a skank. He had been screwed, after all.
And it was at this point that Hunter froze, finally realizing one horrifying thought: he�d been fucked in the ass by a man, yes, but WHO? Who had taken his sweet, pure virgin, never-before-touched-by-another-man, ass? Who had the audacity to. . . well, to take him?
He thought back desperately to the previous night. No, he only came up with a blank. So he tried to remember as far back as he could. What had happened yesterday that would make him wake up disoriented and with a sore ass?
Yesterday. . . yesterday. . . Oh! That�s right! Yesterday the four of them had taken a night on the town. Davey, Adam, Jade and Hunter. They went out for a movie, a quick trip to the arcade, a fun skateless trip through an ice rink, then. . . out drinking.
True, only two of their little group actually drank. The other two went �dancing�, which translates in their language to standing near the dance floor, posing and looking like models. But strangely enough, Hunter couldn�t remember anything beyond the second drink he�d had.
�So,� Hunter said out loud, �whatever happened last night, must have happened when I was good and wasted. Someone. . . *gasp*, someone took advantage of me!�
Of course, that was the only explanation, right? Hunter rolled off the bed and caught himself before falling, planting his feet on bare floor. That was the explanation. He wouldn�t willingly seek out some guy (and by the winces he made as he moved, it had been a ~big~ guy) to plow into him. So, he�d been fucked without permission.
If he�d been a girl, things would have been serious. If he�d been a girl, he would have thought to press charges against whoever raped him. IF he�d been a girl. . . well, who knows if he�d liked it?
But Hunter was a man, a straight man to be exact, and men sucked it up and took showers. They pretended everything was normal and that they hadn�t had anal sex the previous night.
Hunter paused beside his bed. On any normal day he would have trotted down the hall to the one of two showers in their house, stark naked as the day he was born and not one bit embarrassed. He rather thought it did his friends good to see him bare, to see what they can never be. But Today was different. Today, he not only had dried cum on his stomach, but also his ass. Just one glance and his macho facade would be torn from him mercilessly. He would be ridiculed and mocked endlessly. He�d be. . . someone�s ~bitch~.
Hunter shuddered and began reaching for the sheet. He pulled it partly along the bed, then stopped. There were more stains on the sheet than on himself. The sheet alone would give him away faster than his nudity. Looking around, Hunter grimaced then grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank top. After he showered, he�d throw the clothes and sheet into the washer before anyone noticed. Before he left out the room, he balled up the sheet and shoved it under his bed.
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It didn�t occur to Hunter the Anal Bandito (he was quick to visualize a masked villain with a greasy mustache and a schlong the size of a Brazilian boa constrictor) could possibly be one of his friends until after he�d soaped up and had his head directly under the hot stream of the shower head.
When the thought finally reached him, he cried out and opened his eyes. Water filled his mouth and silenced his surprised noise and flooded his eyes.
Hunter pulled back and choked on water, hacking and spitting until he was sure he wouldn�t die.
His friends! His friends could solve the mystery of who�d taken his precious, precious cherry! They either saw who�d joined him in his bedroom, and who�d left before he�d woken, or it HAD been one of them.
Then, while he was on the thought, he began to examine each friend in turn. Who would be most likely to succumb to their impulses and have the sexy devil that is Hunter Burgan? Who is so weak that just the sight of an inebriated rock god was simply too much of a lurid fantasy come true?
Hunter came out and toweled off, thinking quickly. Davey. . . well, Davey could be pretty touchy-touchy when he was feeling lonely. But Hunter couldn�t honestly see Davey plotting to pound into him the minute he was wasted.
Adam. Now THERE was a lonely pirate indeed. The guy drank almost as much as Hunter, but didn�t seem to have as much luck with the ladies as he did. A wallflower, that one. Too timid, shy and too much of a dork to be a real ladies� man. And he�d have the ability to get close to Hunter if he wanted. There had been countless times when the two of them took off together to drink and party the night away. Adam had had plenty of chances to take advantage of Hunter, so why hadn�t he? And if it WAS him, why now?
Hunter frowned and picked up his tooth brush. That left only one man in their group. But that was as likely as. . . well, as if HUNTER had done that to another man.
Jade was. . . Jade was the man. Well, besides Hunter. Together, the two of them hauled in the frantic, panty-shedding foxy honeys rock stars were meant to reap. Wherever they went, whatever show they played, there was always a girl on his arm, a girl staring deeply into his eyes, a girl trying and sometimes succeeding (if Jade permitted it) to grope him. Jade was his partner in crime. His mentor, his guide. Jade wouldn�t do a thing like that?
No, Hunter brushed vigorously, he wouldn�t. And neither would any of the others. They were best friends, after all. Why on earth would one of them try to destroy that bond, that comradeship?
Fully dressed, clean and brisk, Hunter bounded down the stairs, certain about his friends� honesty. However, when he got downstairs, his feelings changed. Why? This was why: All three of his friends, Adam, Davey and Jade sat in front of their television set, apparently just finishing off a very interesting conversation. But when Hunter stomped down, silence immediately landed and all three men turned to give Hunter a long, piercing, humorous stare.
He stopped smiling and immediately frowned. One thought hit him. Oh, God, they know! They know!
�Have a good time last night, Hunter?� Davey asked, sending the first dark chuckle to run through the other two.
�Yeah, Hunt,� Adam put in, �You get. . . lucky?� Outright laughter now.
But when they saw Hunter was still frowning, still puzzling it out, they calmed. �Oh, shit,� Jade said, slowly smiling, �you don�t remember, do you? You don�t remember last night at all!�
Hunter looked from one astonished, silently laughing face to another. �N-no,� he admitted reluctantly, �uhm, am I missing something here? You guys know something I don�t?�
Davey gleefully turned on the couch until he stood on knees, gripping his loose hair to either side of his head, facing Hunter. His expression turned in pure rapture and moaned loudly, lustfully. �Oh! Oh! Yeah. . . uh, yeeeaaaaah! God, Yeah! Fuck me HARDER!� At this, Hunter�s face burned red and Jade and Adam burst with laughter.
I�m going to die of an aneurysm, Hunter decided. I�m going to become so embarrassed, blood will fill my brain and it will explode from the inside out. I will then leave behind a fine mess for my so-called �friends� to clean up with bitter regret.
�Uh! UH!� Adam joined in, whom Hunter saw still had blood-shot eyes, �that�s it! Don�t stop baby! Suck me like you WANT it!� Davey bent over the couch, fist punching the cushion to show his laughter. Adam was now hysterical and bonelessly slipped out of the chair to sprawl the floor.
But Jade couldn�t let it go without having his say. Face red and nearly breathless from laughing, he found he couldn�t talk, so instead he scooted forward in his chair. He put two hands under the coffee table and began slamming the furniture rapidly against the floor, creating a rapid pounding.
This meant almost nothing to Hunter, but was absolutely hilarious to the other two. Seeing his puzzled expression, Jade caught his breath long enough to say, �Head board.� Then collapsed in mad giggles.
Hunter hid his face behind his hands. They�d done it so hard his headboard had been pounding the wall. No wonder it hurt so bad when he woke. . .
But as he peered out between splayed fingers, watching one sadistic face after another, Hunter knew, to the marrow of his bones ~knew~, that anyone of these fuckers could have done it. And he had to find out who.
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He spoke to Davey first, as soon as he managed to get him alone. He asked, first and foremost, who he had the pleasure to bunk with last night.
Davey frowned, thin mouth open in a mixture of shock, amusement and confusion. �Oh, god, Hunter, I�m sorry. You. . . you don�t know who you slept with?�
Hunter shook his head rapidly. It was his wide, worried eyes that sobered Davey. �Sorry, Hunt, but I couldn�t honestly tell you. I was in my room when I heard you and. . . whoever. Man, I tell you, I�ve never heard you shouting so loud before. Usually, it�s whatever girl you bring in that�s the one shouting.� He gave Hunter a strong, knowing look. �Whoever you did, they must have been really good for you.�
And it was this look, this thing Davey was trying to tell him silently with his eyes, that spooked the beejezus out of Hunter. He skedaddled as fast as he could.
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Adam was absolutely the worst person to ask. Hunter asked him the same question, just as serious, just as confused. But Adam took one look at his face and burst with laughter he hadn�t gotten rid of earlier.
Hunter waited nearly ten minutes, but it was apparent Adam would only stop long enough to gather air for another go around of chuckles.
In disgust, Hunter left him to die of asphyxiation.
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Jade was doing laundry. He poured the soap, shut the lid and set the timer. �Saw you do what?� He asked over the noise of the washer.
�Saw,� Hunter grimaced and looked over both shoulders to make sure they were still alone, �saw. . . I mean, did you happen to see whoever it was I slept with last night?�
Jade frowned slightly, rubbing his chin lightly. �You. . . don�t remember? At all? I mean, you sounded like it was one hell of a memorable fuck.�
Hunter felt the tight knot in his stomach cinch even closer around his intestines. �No,� he said, �I. . . I can�t remember. Davey says he didn�t see. And Adam won�t stop laughing at me long enough to give me an answer. So, it�s all up to you, buddy. You�re my last hope. Can you tell me who it was? I�m beggin� you, Jade, pal, please?�
Jade was peering down at Hunter�s shirt closely, then looked up. An expression fleetingly passed over his eyes, something too quick for Hunter to recognize. It was gone quickly and Jade smiled sadly. He shrugged. �Sorry, man, can�t tell you. I was out most of the night. Came back and heard the moaning when I passed your door. My room�s next to yours, so I heard the wall pounding clearer than Davey or Adam.�
He grinned cheekily and patted Hunter on the shoulder reassuringly. �Hey, don�t sweat it, man! By the sounds of it, it couldn�t have been that bad, right? Just take some friendly advice: chalk it up to it being one great fuck and move on! I mean, ha ha, could it be so bad that you don�t know who it is, just that you had a great time?�
Hunter nodded reluctantly, not wanting to agree but seeing no other way around it. He turned and walked away, oblivious to Jade�s watchful gaze following him as he went.
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But it never truly left his thoughts. It dwelled on him like mold on month-old pizza. It was thick and unbearable, not knowing who he�d let screw him. So, Hunter decided, he�d find out who it was.
He thought about it for at least two weeks, two SOBER weeks, then finally decided on how he�d find out who the Anal Bandito was. He�d lay a trap and see who fell into it.
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�Aw, come on already!� Adam whined pleadingly. �It�s not like you�ll get butt-raped again! You�ve been de-flowered already!�
Aha! Hunter thought as he outwardly glared and grit his teeth, it�s Adam! He wants to get me good and drunk so he can have his way with me! Hoho! So two weeks is just too long for �Little Adam� is it? Can�t get enough of that Hunter Ass, can you? CAN YOU?
Thankfully, Hunter�s expression didn�t betray his thoughts. He reluctantly nodded. �But I�m holding you accountable for my luscious ass being grope-free tonight! You�re the one who talked me into going.�
Adam grinned evilly. �I�m your pimp, baby, I take care of all my hoes.�
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But to his disappointment, Adam behaved himself all night long. After the seventh hard drink, Hunter was pretty sure Adam was too drunk to realize Hunter was only sipping from his glass. The drummer was ordering drink after drink with Hunter losing count after half a dozen. But just to make sure he wasn�t found out, Hunter pretended to begin the art of the drunkenly ways.
His eyes went slightly out of focus and his eyelids lowered a fraction. He even began to slur and grin goofily for no particular reason at all. To his surprise, so did Adam. But Hunter was the only one pretending. Adam, on the other hand, wasn�t.
Fuck, Hunter thought, grinning widely, Adam�s a STUPID drunk!
Seeing his grin, Adam matched it and took a large, showy gulp of beer. He burped disgustingly, scaring off a woman who was about to walk over to their table.
Hunter mentally sighed. This wasn�t going anywhere, especially when he was sober. He�d have to try a different friend.
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It was Davey who met them first on returning from the bar. He sat curled up on the couch, wearing what must be the world�s most comfortable sweats and reading from a tattered book of his personal poems. But one look up from reading and he groaned, rolling his eyes.
�Oh, god,� he whined, �the two biggest drinking idiots have returned.�
�Davey!� Hunter cried out obnoxiously. He staggered happily to the man, wisely falling over the end of the couch to do so. All in the act, ladies and gentlemen, all in the act.
Adam, however, decided he left something outside. He mumbled incoherent curses as he tried to get the knob to turn under his hand. Davey, with Hunter�s head leaning against his thigh, looked up worriedly. �Adam? Addie? Where are you going?�
�Hmm, ungh, OUT!� he said loudly, then managed to get the door open. Hunter knew it that was bad thing, letting Adam loose on his own. It could end up like that last time Adam skipped on them. They STILL hadn�t found the garden hose and the neighbors� cat was never the same afterward.
Thankfully, Davey knew this too. He pushed Hunter aside gently, then ran up to intercede Adam. The singer managed to get Adam back to the living room, but then had to babysit while Adam upchucked his stomach�s contents onto the floor beside the chair.
Well, this was a total loss. What with Davey playing nurse, he wouldn�t be in a randy mood. If he was the Anal Bandit, Hunter knew he wouldn�t find out tonight, not with Adam needing watching.
Exasperated, Davey realized Hunter was still there, behaving himself for a change. He must not be that bad, then, Davey thought with relief.
�Hunter,� Davey spoke sternly, �why don�t you go to your room? I think the both of you are done partying for one night.�
Hunter scrambled to unsteady feet. He saluted Davey. �Aye, aye, capt�n. Will. . .will do.� He tripped and fell more times than necessary just getting up the stairs, he was sure, but at least Davey still believed he was as wasted as Adam.
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He collapsed gracelessly to his bed, not bothering to come out of his �drunk� mode. And it was a good thing, too, since the door swung close on it�s own. The sound of his lock clicking into place made Hunter stiffen but he controlled the urge to flinch.
Soft, quiet footsteps came across the hard floor to stop just beside his bed. �Hunter?� A gentle voice asks, both familiar and filled with anticipation.
God, it was HIM. He. . . he was the one!
And with this startling realization, Hunter�s suppressed memories came back to him.
~*~
Flashing images, some too blurred to remember, some too detailed to forget for long, came unbidden to the surface, demanding his attention all at once.
Fingers caressing the pale skin of his stomach, nails painted black but for the last, pink. . . Legs intertwined with his own, rubbing together frantically as the passion of their act took them over and over. . . The sight of his own member disappearing into a small, warm and nicely moist mouth. A mouth that had previously been kissing his own. A mouth that had spoken to him earlier that day without the hint of passion he displayed now.
Then the sounds came. Single syllable noises and grunts that meant nothing by themselves. But coupled with movements and sensations and they described entire stories, songs, epics of romances all conceived within the human evolution.
And as he paired these things together, Hunter began to re-sketch the entire story as it had happened.
Jade had come in to show Hunter a cd he�d just bought. They�d talked for hours, then. . . mouths met. Tongues caressed. Hands groped and brought things to life. There was a wrestling match, then a humping one after that. Then clothes began to disappear and the wrestling was replaced with a frantic, mad scramble to. . .
~*~
Hunter�s eyes shot open. Oh. So that�s what had happened. Strangely, it wasn�t so surprising anymore. But it WAS annoying. Jade knew what they had done? And he didn�t tell Hunter? That was. . .
And then he had an idea. An idea so hilarious, it made him smile.
Jade stepped out of his corner and began moving forward. Since Hunter was facing the wall, he couldn�t see his face. Was he asleep? Was he awake? Would he feel up to another night of their hijinks?
He felt guilty deceiving one of his friends like this, but what could he do? Go up to Hunter and say, �Yes, my friend, I was the one you had spontaneously great sex with the last time you got wasted. And I thought, since you had told me it was the best sex you�d ever had, that we�d be lovers after that.�
Jade shook his head and slowly walked over to the sprawled body on Hunter�s bed. He reached over and rolled him over, noticing how warm his body was, how relaxed his face seemed. But his eyes, they were just slightly open.
�Hunter?� Jade asked again, suddenly blushing. What are you doing here? His mind demanded, Just what the hell do you think you�re doing here? �Hunter? Are you. . . awake?�
Hunter�s mouth smacked open and closed but the dazed look didn�t leave his eyes. He suddenly smiled. �Hey. . .� his voice growled and slurred, very drunkenly, �Hey, baby, you gonna gimmee a kiss or what?�
Drunk, Jade thought, smiling faintly. Good.
He moved closer and leaned down. He meant to lightly kiss the fool on his lips, but froze when a hand seized him behind the head, pulling him in closer. A tongue marinated with beer pushed past his lips and penetrated his mouth, leaving a sour, ugly taste coating his tongue. He grimaced but allowed Hunter free roam. Not like he hadn�t tasted liquor in Hunter�s mouth before. . .
�Mmm,� Hunter moaned in his mouth, then let Jade pull back. �That�s my baby. You gonna let ol� Hunner have some fun tonight? Huh, girl?� Eyes not even seeing Jade�s face, Hunter took the opportunity to give his friend�s ass a good slap.
The indignant look on Jade�s face was nearly enough to bring Hunter�s charade crashing down. He wanted to roar with laughter. But instead, he giggled drunkenly. �Aw, come on, baby! I been wantin� to tap dat ass ALL night! C�mere!� His hands quickly came up and began pawing Jade, slowly bringing him down.
�What?� Jade croaked, then was flung gracelessly to the bed. Hunter moved quickly to straddle his stomach.
�Don�t worry, baby!� Hunter made sure to lean as much weight as possible on Jade, making it hard for him to breath. �Don�t you worry, Natasha! You�re (hic!) You�re in goooood hands!� To demonstrate, he roughly grabbed Jade�s chest and gave a good squeezing. That is. . . if Jade had been a woman.
�Aaaah!� Jade cried out hurtfully. He whimpered and tried pulling Hunter�s hands off. �Stop! That fucking hurts!�
�Aww!� Hunter grinned blearily into his face, �baby, you dinnent tell me you liked it rough!� He leaned down, and through Jade�s T-shirt, guessed where his nipple would been and sank his teeth in.
�WAAAH!� Jade jumped and threw Hunter off. He clutched his chest, breathing hard. From the floor, Hunter groaned and shook his head to clear it.
�This was a mistake,� Jade muttered, eyes wide and skin flushed, �this was a mistake. I shouldn�t be here. Shit, Hunter, you�re so messed up. Fucking hell!� He moved his hand and peeled his shirt up to inspect the damage.
There was no blood, but he was sure those red marks were from Hunter�s teeth. They�d be bruises in the morning. Hunter sat up sluggishly and, seeing Jade with his shirt up, froze. He blinked, then burst with laughter.
�What�s so funny?� Jade demanded, looking at his bare chest and stomach. �What�s so damn funny, Hunter?�
In answer, Hunter moved to his knees, then reached over. To each nipple, he gave a sharp twist. �Hah! NIPPLES! HA HA HA!�
Cursing and spitting with anger, Jade jerked back and let his shirt fall back down. But that was all the time Hunter needed to get back on the bed and on top of Jade.
�No!� Jade said, trying to get up and out, �get off me Hunter! You�re drunk!�
�No I�m not!� Hunter pouted, then wrapped his body around Jade�s. His eyes pleaded with a vacant expression. �Come on, baby! I wanna fuck you! C�mon, pwease? Oh, you feel so fuckin� good!� He made a few humping motions against Jade�s left thigh. As he knew, Jade stopped struggling.
He looked carefully down at Hunter, breath starting to hitch with excitement. �You. . . you mean that? You�re not going to hurt me anymore?�
�Mmmmno.� Hunter nuzzled his face against Jade�s shoulder, still humping happily.
�And you. . .� Jade tried shifting so that he could get a better feel, �you said you�d fuck me?�
For answer, Hunter�s hands reached around to grab Jade�s ass. Jade groaned as Hunter�s humping brought their crotches to rub together through jeans. �I�ll fuck you, Natasha baby! You just take those pants off an� Hunner�ll show you a good ~time~.�
Jade growled, furious. �Natasha?� He demanded, hands quickly unzipping his pants to reveal himself to Hunter. No underwear. Interesting.
�Does this look like fucking Natasha?� Jade demanded. �Fuck, Hunter! You can�t even say my name!�
�Ooops,� Hunter grinned stupidly at Jade, putting his face only an inch away, �Sorry Brenda. I was just kiddin� ya know. You�re th�only one fer me, baby.�
Jade froze, trembling with suppressed wrath. He wanted to punch the idiot so bad, his hand was aching. �Jade, Hunter, my name is Jade.�
�Jade Hunner.� Hunter nodded, grinning. �I know that, baby! You just. . . you just hurry up and suck me off. �Kay?�
Jade rolled his eyes and pushed Hunter back to the bed. �Fine. Fine. Whatever. Just don�t fucking come like last time! Tell me before. I don�t want to fucking choke on it.� He began undoing Hunter�s pants.
God, this was rich, Hunter thought. Here he was, the Anal Bandito himself, going down on Hunter, ready to give him head! This was the best piece of revenge he could ask for!
Jade�s moved quickly to his lap, seeking with his mouth into the open gap of his jeans. Under Jade�s finger and tongue, with plenty of help from the pressure of his palms and the wet moisture of his mouth, Jade quickly erected Hunter to full saluting staff.
Ooh, he�s good, Hunter admitted.
Maybe too good. Without appearing to have the sense of mind to stop Jade before he came, Hunter decided to pretend to be anxious instead. �Aw, baby, but you did that last time! You said I was gonna fuck you!�
Jade pushed Hunter around in his mouth a few times, Hunter�s tip pressed against both cheeks briefly. He looked up with lust-filled eyes and slowly pulled Hunter out of his mouth. Damn if it wasn�t the sexiest thing Hunter saw; Jade�s lips gleaming with moisture and his tongue flicking out now and then to taste Hunter again.
�You want me to stop?� Jade�s voice was thick and husky. �You want to fuck me now?� Teasingly, or perhaps to make sure the alcohol on Hunter�s system didn�t override his libido, as it nearly did the last time, Jade wrapped his hand tightly around Hunter and fisted him slowly, painfully.
He couldn�t help it. He whimpered. Hunter�s head fell back and his eyes slipped closed. �This what you want?� Jade asked slowly, crawling on the bed to run his lips along Hunter�s neck as he spoke, never letting go, never stopping. �You want me to jerk you off? Hmm, baby? That what you want?�
�Uhnn, yeah,� Hunter said weakly. Damn if Jade didn�t have him by the balls. He paused. Yes, now that was literal.
His only thought that had nothing to do utter bliss was: How the hell did Jade become so great at sex? Was it some skill he picked up along the way, or was it just the fact that it was one of his best friends that was man-handling him right now? He wasn�t sure which one was more logical, which one turned him on more.
Again, he had to stop, had to cool down. No sense in coming before he had his revenge. And wasn�t that a dish best served cold?
�Ah, yeah,� Hunter forced himself to whisper huskily. His fingers dug into Jade�s shoulders as his hips pumped up and down, eager for Jade�s hand. �Yeah, Brenda, yeah, that�s. . . that�s it. You. . . you wanna know what I want?�
�Yes.� Jade brought his mouth up to kiss the side of Hunter�s face, his jaw bone, his chin. The rough stubble scratched his lips and felt so nice against his own smooth cheek. �What is it, Hunter? What do you want?�
Fuck me, Jade thought, say you want to fuck me. Say you want to fuck me hard. God, that�s all I want, that�s all I�ve ever wanted. Just let Hunter fuck me hard and I�ll be his slave for life. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. . .
�Mmm,� Hunter, knowing what Jade wanted, nearly snickered, �I wanna. . . fucking eat your snatch, baby. Just lick it till you come!�
Horrified, Jade pulled back sharply. His face twisted in disgust. �Hunter!� He cried out and shook his head in disbelief. �Wha-. . . . what the hell! Do you even KNOW who I am? For the love of. . . .� then his expression froze. He stared at Hunter with an unreadable expression. One that scared Hunter, badly.
He knows, Hunter thought, shit, the jig is up. He knows I�m faking it!
But Jade smiled faintly and nodded. �Okay, Hunter, okay. So you want my. . . ha ha, my snatch, you say?� He leaned back and pushed his pants down to mid-thigh. �There. That�s what you want. Have at it.� he smiled sadly, as if knowing that when Hunter realized what he was doing, the fun would end.
But Hunter had a plan. Grinning to split his face, Hunter sat up and pushed Jade to the bed. He kneaded the soft flesh of his hips, earning himself a nice groan from his victim, then plunged his face in.
It would have worked as Sloppy Oral Sex with a woman, but he wasn�t with a woman. Hunter knew this. Jade knew this. But Jade didn�t know Hunter knew this, so the plan worked. Hunter shoved his face into Jade�s pubic hair, then began moving down. But he made sure to avoid the obviously eager Lil� Jade and his two friends.
Jade moaned and bucked his hips. Hunter�s face, mouth and tongue continued to search him, nuzzling him, breathing hot air across his most delicate skin. But. . . dammit, it wasn�t enough!
�Hunter!� Jade cried out, �Hunter, fucking blow me!�
�Huh?� Hunter brought his face up, blinking slowly.
Jade was near tears. �Suck me!�
�I�m trying!�
�Just do it!�
�But. . .�
�But what?!� A note of panic? Heh. . .
�But. . . I can�t find it!�
Jade slapped both hands to his face just before he shrieked in frustrated outrage. He curled up and repeatedly hit the back of his head against the mattress beneath them, narrowly missing the wall and footboard.
His breath hitched and Hunter thought he heard sniffling. Good. Served the bastard right. He rubbed his cheek against Jade�s lower stomach, Jade�s stiffy poking against his neck. �Baby? Whossamatta? You. . . fuck. . . you hurtin�? MmmI hurtin� you?�
Jade wailed once more, now tiredly, then shook his head. �No,� he said from behind his hands, �no, you�re not. You�re. . . you�re doing good, Hunter, baby, you�re doing just fine.� He put his head back and wiped his face on the back of his hands. Hunter noticed his cheeks and nose were pink.
Jade raised up slightly and looked at Hunter with watery eyes. His faint, still hopeful smile drove a spike of pain through Hunter�s chest. God, what was he doing to his friend?
�Hunter,� Jade said softly, �How �bout we forget about you sucking me? Hmm? We�ll just. . . well, you said you wanted to fuck me. Hmm? How about that? We could still do that.� His tone made it a question, hiding his pleas from Hunter only barely, for grammar�s sake.
Hunter did some quick thinking. Jade wasn�t going to handle much more teasing, he knew. If he broke him now, he might not be the same afterward. After all, this was just revenge, right? Didn�t mean the sex WASN�T the greatest he�d had in a long time, if ever. That�s when Hunter decided he had to stop fucking with his friend, and fuck his friend.
He smiled lewdly up at Jade, not bothering to open his eyes. �You wanna fuck now? Yeah? Shit yeah!� He began shuffling forward between Jade�s legs. But when he got there, he frowned. �Dammit, not again.� he clumsily grabbed hold of Jade and began an obvious search for Jade�s vagina.
�Wait!� Jade cried out, stopping Hunter�s hands from hurting him anymore, �wait! Stop! No, just. . . no, not that way. Here,� he pushed his pants further down to his knees to move better. He pulled his shirt up and flipped over to his stomach. He peered up over a shoulder, ass pushed into the air before Hunter, �there, how�s about that? Easier?�
Niiiiice, Hunter thought, letting the smirk sneak to beam across his face, ass in the air and wanting me to fuck you. Damn Jade, you�re easier than I am!
�Fucking nice ass,� Hunter said out loud, giving an admiring stroke. �That�s gonna be some fucking good. . .� He let his fingers run across Jade�s lily white rear, squeezing where the squeezing was good.
Jade let out a sigh of relief. Resting on his forearms and knees, he let his head rest on the cool sheets. This was it. This was when Hunter got it together and gave his ass the fucking in needed. This was what he�d wanted the last time, and every night since then. He wanted to be taken by Hunter.
Unable to stall now, especially when Jade began scooting back to meet his hips, Hunter looked around frantically. Okay, he had to fuck his friend, and it had to be a good fuck. But. . . shit! He wasn�t. . . that is, Lil Hunter wasn�t feeling up to play anymore! All that time he�d spent teasing Jade, holding off on his own erection, and it worked too well! He wasn�t completely soft, but he wasn�t hard enough to plow Jade like the man wanted. What it do, what to do??
Hunter looked around his room, the floor, the dresser too far away. . . Then inspiration struck him. That�s what he needed! He started to pull away, getting Jade�s attention.
�Hunter?� Jade asked with clear worry, �Hunt, where are you going?�
�Jus. . .� Hunter stumbled, pants open and shirt rumpled, to the dresser. He pulled open a drawer and began rummaging with the expertise of one who wasn�t able to use his hands correctly.
At last, he pulled up two items and showed Jade. Or, rather, the wall above Jade. �Which one? Blue, or Yellow?� Both condoms where red, which made Jade smile.
He kicked his feet playfully. �Blue.�
Hunter tossed the second one back in the drawer and slammed it shut. �My favorite.� Hunter smiled stupidly. Jade rested his head down on the bed and sighed.
�Then come back. Come on, before you lose your hard on.�
Makes sense, Hunter thought. But when Jade�s eyes closed briefly, Hunter snatched the object he�d been eyeing off the dresser and hid it behind his back as he stumbled back to his place behind Jade.
He felt Hunter return, heard him struggling with the condom wrapper, heard his drunken curses, and smiled. This was going to be the best night in a long time, he knew.
Strong hands, calloused like his own from years of instrument playing, grabbed his hips and positioned him. A finger ran down his crack and a mutter, �ass, nice. . . ass,� reached his ears. Jade closed his eyes and let out a hiss as the finger pressed in. He was used to this, contrary to popular belief. He�s had anal sex before. Has masturbated with this very area plenty of times before, but this. . . now this was different.
Another finger, and Jade moaned. He didn�t need to make a sound, but he did so for Hunter�s benefit. To know he was getting a good reception.
Three fingers. His body moved automatically to press further onto those fingers, aching to get them inside. Fucking hell, three fingers. They didn�t go in all the way, just sort of reached in and pulled at his muscles slightly to loosen them in. Just preparation, Jade thought stupidly, just prep for. . . AH GOD!
His body froze. The fingers were replaced with something bigger, something that plunged into Jade and made him cry out in both pain and pleasure. Was Hunter really that big then? Had he misjudged his friend? If so. . . then damn good he did! This was just about the best fuck he�d had since. . . Then Hunter began thrusting and Jade lost all the thoughts he�d ever had in his mind.
Hunter had grabbed the small toy club he�d taken off a friend of his a long while ago. Along with the other crap on his dresser, it sat there, looking quite innocent. Chipped black paint on hard wood, but hearing Jade crying out in ecstasy was proof enough that it didn�t matter.
Keeping up with the scheme, Hunter began moving on the bed to match his hand pumping the stick into Jade�s rectum. �You like that, baby?� Hunter asked softly, �This what you want?�
Jade�s head tossed wildly about. This could have just been from the stick, but Hunter knew he was answering like this since his voice from screaming out obscenities to Hunter�s wall and bed.
A sharp knock on the door made Hunter freeze. �Hunter?� Davey demanded, �Hunter, are you okay? What�s going on? Are you hurt?�
�No!� Hunter called back, grinning and no longer bothering to pretend to be intoxicated. Jade wouldn�t notice, anyway. Oh, look, there he was trying to get their rhythm going again, trying to fuck himself. . . Hunter willing or not. �I�m just in here fucking Jade!�
There was a pause on the other side of the door. �Oh, okay.� A hesitation, then feet shuffling away.
Alone again, Hunter brought his attention back down to Jade. The latter was crying and whimpering. �More, more, more!� Jade begged. �Please, more.�
�You want me to fuck you, Jade?� Hunter leaned over to whisper in his ear. He felt Jade tremble underneath him. �You want me to fuck your brains out?�
�Yes, yes!� Jade shouted happily, �fuck me! Fuck me! Hunter, fuck ME!� Before he could finish, Hunter obliged. One hand gripped Jade�s shoulder while the other twisted and thrust the club in and out, angling now and then. He figured Jade might like it that way, instead of just neatly straight. Comes out, he figured right.
�AH! Harder! Harder!� Jade was now crying openly. The tears were running down his cheeks and his fists clutched the sheet, his knuckles just as white as the cloth. �God, HUNTER! Make me come! Ahh!� Hunter noted the hand that left the sheet and reached between Jade�s legs.
He�s fisting himself? Hunter frowned, Does that mean he�s gonna. . .?
Indeed, it did. Jade worked himself rapidly, muscles in his arm bunching quickly to bring him over the brink of madness and bliss. He gave a weak cry, then collapsed to the bed, body going still.
Oh, shit, Hunter thought, I killed him.
He saw the headlines now: Friend Killed in Lewd Sex Act; Fatal Weapon Identified as Wooden Club.
�Jade?� Hunter asked, quickly pulling the club out of his ass. �Jade? You okay?� He reached over and pushed Jade onto his back.
Jade let out a snore, the satisfied grin never leaving his face.
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He woke up to the bright rays of sun hitting his face. He blinked and looked around. Where was he? Wasn�t this. . .?
Recognition hit him as he looked around the room. Yes, this was Hunter�s room. But why was he. . .?
He looked down and gasped. He lay twisted in the sheet, his shirt bunched up underneath his arm pits and his pants around his knees. Mr Happy flopping weakly as he moved, dried with cum.
Jade sat up with a groan and whimper. He really shouldn�t be sitting. Someone must have shot him with a cannon last night.
Last night.
Jade stopped scratching his head and looked around the room. Hunter was gone. Shit! Did he wake up before Jade? Realize what they�d done and run off?
Quickly, Jade made a mad scramble off the bed, only to fall flat on his face on the floor. Cursing like a filthy sailor, He pushed himself up and pulled his pants back on.
When he had his clothes straightened out good enough for public viewing, Jade rushed out the door and down the hall. He hit the stairs two at a time and landed with a resounding thud on the final landing. There, he froze.
Thinking he�d find Hunter alone in the living room, angry as hell, Jade was shocked to see his last night�s lover as well as his two other friends watching him with huge grins.
Davey and Adam leaned against the back of their tattered couch while Hunter simply sat on the arm chair.
Davey spoke first. �GOD Hunter, make me COME!� he pretended to re-enact with Adam, flinging himself into the drummer�s arms.
�Hunter, fucking BLOW ME!� Adam added, then the three of them roared in laughter. Hunter buckled over, trying to catch his breath and keep his eye on Jade�s expression.
Jade flushed a dangerous red, then smiled. Hands on his hip, his eyes slid closed and he nodded. Fitting, it was. Very fitting. His eye caught Hunter�s and over the ruckus of laughter, he mouthed, �Good revenge.�
Hunter simply nodded and chuckled.
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He waited until he got Hunter alone, then ambushed him.
Hunter was calmly walking down the hall, when suddenly, the Crotch-Grabbing Anal Bandito rushed him! BLAM! They collided into the wall!
A hot, eager mouth met his, covering his surprised yelp. A lean, muscular body pressed up against his, pinning him while two strong hands did their best to touch, fondle and squeeze anywhere they could.
When he was sure he�d faint from all the blood filling his head and the lack of oxygen, Jade pulled back, letting Hunter breath. �That was the BEST fucking sex I�ve had in years. Hunter. . . take me!� He attacked Hunter�s neck, nipping and sucking madly.
�Ah, here, in the hall?� Hunter squeaked breathlessly.
Jade looked around for the closest door. His door was open, and Hunter�s bed was still unmade, but the storage closet won for simply being right beside them. �In here, c�mon,� Jade said, lust in his voice as he opened and began dragging Hunter inside.
Behind his back, Hunter pulled out an object. He KNEW he had that club in his pocket for a reason!
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The End.