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Na�vety is Bliss
By Rayna
Pairing: Joey/Corey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: They're underage
August, 2004
He went to the cemetery because it was supposed to be quiet there. After fall-outs at home, he always craved comfort and found it more abundantly in the arms of the dead than in the arms of his abusive parents. He climbed the rusted chain link fence and landed in the moist dirt laden with flowers long-dead and prosthetic grave ornaments. The place he had dubbed his own, the open tomb whose roof was held up at each corner by a large pillar, was as inviting as ever. He kneeled down and cleared the floor of leaves before setting his duffle bag near one of the pillars.
His wish for silence was not granted. Overhead, through the drooping trees, stormclouds swelled with rain. Thunder that had first sounded like the gentle purrs of kittens had morphed into ferocious roars as the kittens turned to lions. He winced as a bolt of lightning struck the ground some three yards away. He could only hope for the night to stay still, otherwise the wind would blow cold autumn rain directly in on him. All he had was a jacket to shield himself from Mother Nature, and it was clear that she was not happy.
As the evening progressed, the sun, of which there had been very little to begin with, completely disappeared. Darkness encompassed the cemetery, cradling it in romantic repose with the soft pitter patter of rain to ease any distress the boy might have been feeling. As he spread out on the stone floor, laying on his back with his duffle bag serving as a pillow, he remembered again why he always sought this place for solace. The darkness was consoling like a warm embrace. On an average evening, there would be stars and the moon to gaze up at, to remind him that something constantly watched over him, but not that night. Utter, suffocating, inky blackness was all there was to behold. Even if he'd wished it, he could not have found his way back home.
What one does not expect, nor desire, when seeking relative quiet, is to have it interrupted by a stranger. The boy had been lulled to a somewhat sleeping state by the rain, but that tranquility was quickly snatched away as he heard footsteps sloshing through the mud. He sat straight up, eyes wide but unseeing, desperately praying that whoever was approaching was anyone but a policeman who would take him back home. He backed against one of the pillars and held his breath.
A softly-muttered curse met his ears, along with loud stomping on the floor of the tomb. The sound of a zipper being pulled open was followed by the lighting of a match. The bright yellow glare blinded the boy momentarily before he was able to focus on the other inhabitant of the tomb.
The stranger was a boy, perhaps seventeen, with an earthy complexion and spiraling burgundy hair. He had chiseled cheekbones and was wearing all black; even his beanie cap was black. When he realized he wasn't alone, his expression changed from slightly agitated to surprised.
The candlelight flickered in the blue eyes of both boys as they studied each other. Finally, after some few awkward moments, the newcomer spoke.
"Hey."
The other boy ran a hand through his hair. "Hi." He pushed it back over his shoulders and perked a brow when the stranger took a sub out of his backpack.
"I, uh, come here to eat lunch."
"It's nearly ten o'clock."
The stranger shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich. "I work odd hours. What are you doing here?"
"Getting away from my house for awhile."
"Ah. I know what that's like." He held the other half of his sub up. "Want some?"
"Uh � sure, if you're not gonna eat it."
"My name's Corey, by the way," the boy said as he handed the sub over.
"I'm Joey."
They nodded at each other and began eating. Joey found the other's voice to be toneless, flat, and somewhat irritating in its carelessness. He shrugged the slight irritation away, glad to have something to eat and someone to talk to.
"So, where do you work that gives you such odd hours?" Joey asked after a while.
"A porn shop," Corey replied with no clear emotion.
"Heh. I guess someone's gotta do it. Graveyard shift, then, huh?"
Corey nodded and took a swig of his Pepsi. When there was about a quarter of it left, he passed the can to Joey, who finished it.
"Thanks, dude. I haven't eaten since, like, two this afternoon."
Lightning streaked down from the sky and hit the ground, causing an earth-shuddering CRACK of thunder. Joey sniffed and rubbed the tip of his nose, looking out into the reforming storm, though he could see nothing beyond the candlelight. He peered back at Corey, who was idly picking his fingernails clean of dirt. The rain began to come down in torrents, drops so hard they made deep indentations in the soggy soil.
"It's gonna be shit getting out of here," Corey muttered, pulling at a spiral of his hair before letting it bounce back into place.
"Yeah. Hopefully it'll stop soon." Joey fished through his pants pocket until he found a stick of gum, then popped it in his mouth. "Your shop near here?"
"Uh huh. It's just down the street, 'bout three blocks." He paused. "Hey, why don't you come back with me? I'm there till, like, eight, but hardly anyone comes in."
Joey shrugged, pushing his gum into his cheek. "I'm underage."
"Heh. So the fuck am I, but that didn't stop my step-dad from making me work nights there."
"How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen. How old are you?"
"Fourteen," Joey answered with a sigh. He immediately brightened up, though. "I've never been in a porn shop before."
"Ohh, dude," Corey began, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "You don't know what you're missing. There's nothing like walking in to see walls lined with dildos and fake pussies and videos. Nothing like it. I'm just so fucking privileged to be able to see that every night."
"You work every night?"
"I sleep during the day. Come on, man, at four bucks an hour, it's a killing. All I do is sit there and piss off for eight hours, and I get paid for that. I give my step-dad the money I make and he divvies it up."
"Yeah," Joey said contemplatingly, "That doesn't sound bad at all. I never really thought about it."
Corey shrugged. "We'd better go. It's been twenty minutes." He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked out into the storm. "This is such shit."
"How'd you even get here? I couldn't see my hand in front of my face."
"I come here every night to eat. It's kinda, like, embedded in my head now, the route to get here. Just, like�" he stood up, putting his backpack over his shoulders, "Just hang onto my bookbag and don't fucking fall into me if you slip."
Joey stood and picked his duffle bag up. Hesitantly, he grasped the pocket of the backpack and clenched his fist around it. "Okay."
Corey left the candle burning on the floor, stepping off the platform. Joey followed, wincing as the icy rain pummeled him. He sank in the dirt, but Corey quickly began walking so he had no choice but to follow. The darkness was tangible, so deep you could almost taste it. Joey's hair plastered to his face, hung in his eyes, and the water was seeping into his shoes, soaking his socks. He slipped only once on the slick leaves, nearly pulling Corey backward with him. Corey didn't say anything as they made their way out of the cemetery. He was first to climb over the fence. Joey nearly impaled himself as he tried to do the same. Luckily, though, Corey grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down before he could do so.
"Jesus Christ," Joey muttered, putting a hand to his chest.
"Come on." Corey wrapped a hand around Joey's arm and led him through the darkness. Eventually, they came to town where there were lights to guide them. Mostly, there were just bars and strip joints blasting music that made the sidewalk under their feet tremble. The town wasn't huge; it was, in fact, rather drab compared to pretty much anywhere else. Iowa was not known to be a famous tourist resort.
The rain still hadn't let up a bit when the two made it to the porn shop. Corey reached into his pocket and felt around for his key, then unlocked the door. The two of them fell inside, thoroughly soaked, shivering with cold.
"Shit," Corey growled, snatching his beanie off and shaking his wild hair quickly. Water droplets splattered everywhere, but Joey was too busy wringing his own wet mop out to care. He looked up from the puddle on the floor and took in his surroundings with wide virgin eyes.
The interior of the room was painted a sterile white color, accented by the dim fluorescent lights overhead. Just as Corey'd described, the walls were indeed lined with sexual appliances. Straight ahead from the door were the dildos and vibrators, then to the left there were three shelves, two of which held videos, the other near the far wall Joey couldn't see. To the right was the check-out counter, covered with empty soda bottles and magazines. Behind that was a room closed off by a black curtain.
Corey cracked his neck, then his knuckles, before taking his place behind the counter and sitting down. He stared blankly at Joey, who was still looking around with a confused expression on his face.
"What's the problem?"
Joey shook his head, snapping out of his daze. "I've just never seen � never thought �"
"Come sit down, chill out. We have �" Corey checked his watch, "Five hours left."
"Is there a, uh, bathroom or anything where I can change?" Joey could already feel his head fogging up with a cold.
"Right through here." Corey leaned back in his chair and parted the black curtain. "I wouldn't exactly call it a bathroom. Try not to touch anything. I haven't cleaned in there since last night."
Joey stepped into the room with his duffle bag, then pulled the curtain closed. He turned around and wrinkled his nose in distaste. There was a blacklight and a bunch of posters were glowing from the walls of the small, closet-like room. Pillows and silk blankets lined the floor, and it didn't take a genious to figure out what the room was for. It reeked of sex. Joey hurriedly struggled out of his sopping wet clothes; no easy task. He finally managed it, though, and hunted through his bag for something to wear. He decided on a pair of black jeans and an LA Guns T-shirt. When he walked out of the room, Corey wasn't there.
"Corey?" Joey called out hesitantly, setting his wet shoes and socks by the counter. He walked forward further into the room and looked around, slightly worried. He was about to check outside when two strong hands gripped his shoulders and a puff of air was blown into his right ear.
Joey shrieked, spinning around, eyes wide to find Corey grinning wickedly at him. Joey stumbled backward a few steps, breathing hard.
"Jesus, you scared me," he whispered breathlessly.
"Thanks." The evil gleam disappeared from Corey's eyes and he smiled almost charmingly. "So, you've never been in a porn shop before, then, huh?"
Joey shook his head. "No. I've never thought about going, really. It's � interesting." Joey noticed that Corey, too, had changed out of his wet clothes and was wearing just simple black leather pants and a T-shirt. "How long have you worked here?"
"Hmm �" Corey thoughtfully stroked his chin. "A couple years, I guess." He cracked his knuckles again. "Will you watch out here and get me if someone comes in? I gotta clean this room up."
"Yeah. Sure." He watched as Corey disappeared through the curtain. Self-consciously, he combed his hair through with his fingers. He felt misplaced and still more than a little bit timid in the presence of the other boy. Just how stable could someone be after being exposed to such a lewd lifestyle at such a young age? Joey couldn't help but wonder what kind of personality lurked just under Corey's seemingly detached demeanor. He shuddered at the thought before inching his way over to the shelves.
He looked guiltily to the curtain to make sure it was still closed before dropping to his knees in front of the shelf closest to the wall, the one he hadn't been able to see earlier. The things that didn't fit anywhere else: the blow-up dolls, buttplugs, beads and pumps were housed there. Joey crawled to the next section where all the jewelry was. His eyes widened as he spied some sort of clips with rubies dangling from them. He reached out and read the back of the package, wondering what earrings were doing in a sex store. Then he realized they weren't earrings, and he blushed for being so na�ve.
"Wanna try them on?"
Joey gasped, swallowing his now-flavorless gum and dropping the package. "Quit doing that!" he exclaimed.
"Doing what?" Corey asked innocently, smiling at the smaller boy from over the shelf.
"Sneaking up on me!"
"You scare too easy." Corey walked around and kneeled beside Joey, picking up the dropped box. "Did you want to try these on?"
"My nipples?" Joey scrunched his face, unsure. "Won't that hurt?"
Corey shrugged. "Not too bad." He pulled his shirt up, oblivious to the wide-eyed fascination in which Joey stared at him. He pulled it up to his throat, smiling with satisfaction at the small gasp Joey emitted upon seeing his pierced nipples.
Joey couldn't help but touch. He ran his index finger over one warm silver hoop, then the other, not noticing the slight intake of breath the action caused. "It doesn't hurt?"
"No," Corey said huskily. He cleared his throat. "No. It doesn't hurt at all. Come on." He pulled his shirt back down, then stood and went over to the counter. "Sit down and let's see how you like them."
Joey shuffled over and hoisted himself up onto the counter. Corey opened the package and took the nipple clamps out. "Take off your shirt," he said, loosening the clamps so that they would fit. Joey pulled his shirt off over his head and laid it in his lap, a look on his face that read apprehension and curiosity.
Corey eyed the slim pale chest a moment, still toying with the clamps. He licked the pads of his thumb and forefinger before taking Joey's left nipple between them and gently twisting, making it harden. Joey's breath quickened despite his attempts to still it. Corey picked one of the clamps off the table and positioned it around the hard nub, then screwed it shut so that it'd stay on.
"Oww," Joey whimpered as it tightened beyond comfort.
"It's gotta stay on," Corey explained, leaving the piece of jewelry to dangle. "Want me to do the other one?"
"Okay," Joey said almost morosely.
Corey moistened his fingers again and repeated the process with admirable expertise. When he was done, he stood back and smiled. "Looks great on you."
Joey hopped down from the counter and went to stand in front of the mirror. He smirked confidently at his reflection, looking himself up and down before settling his eyes back on his chest. "That's awesome. They feel �" He bounced on his heels. "They feel pretty good."
Corey chuckled. "I've never had a virgin to experiment with. I'll have to keep you around."
Joey turned back to look at him. "You mean you're not--"
"I've been with a few people. Enough to know what I'm doing." He tapped the counter and Joey returned. "Hold still. This is the fun part."
Uncertainty crossed Joey's features as Corey held one of the clips and started tugging. It felt okay at first, then became a sting as it stretched his nipple out. His mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to tell Corey to stop, but he could only gasp loudly as the clip finally slipped off. His eyes ran water and he quickly blinked the tears away before looking down at the swollen flesh. His nipple was an angry red color and it throbbed, a feeling not entirely unpleasant, but new.
Corey wasted no time yanking the other off, much faster than the first, giving Joey no time to stop him. He grinned, searching the timid boy's eyes that were still rimmed with tears. He found discomfort, a bit of fear, and a certain newfound understanding.
"Like that?" he asked, licking his lips.
Joey blinked a few times, then picked his shirt up and wiped his eyes. "Not really."
"Yeah," Corey sighed, "It's something to get used to. But check this out." He flicked one of the swollen nubs with his finger and smiled as he got the exact response he'd wanted. Joey gasped, jerking away and nearly falling backward off the counter. Corey laughed and caught his arm, pulling him back up. "Come on, man. I know what I'm talking about."
All of a sudden, with no warning whatsoever, the lights went out. "Goddamnit," Corey sighed, pulling Joey off the counter. "Stay right here." He felt his way over to the door and locked it. Outside, rain was flooding the streets. Lightning bolts ripped through the sky, tearing it apart, then disappearing with earth-shattering claps of thunder. Corey strode back over to where Joey was and felt around for him. Joey made a soft 'eep'ing sound as a hand connected with his shoulder.
"I don't have any flashlights, or anything. Do you?"
"You left the candle at the cemetery," Joey remembered. "I don't have anything."
"We're totally fucked, then."
"What are we gonna do?"
Corey hummed. "I could think of a few things. We need a light for them, though."
"Like what?"
"Like seeing what else in this shop looks good on you. Or in you." Corey grinned to himself.
Joey, still hopelessly na�ve, didn't catch on to what Corey had in mind. He was still trying to grasp the notion when he felt himself being guided along. Something soft parted in his passing and he realized with an uncomfortable twist of his stomach that he was being led into the closed-off room. He was pushed down onto the soft pillows and blankets and felt a presence looming above him.
"What are you doing?" he whispered fearfully as Corey pushed his legs apart.
He got no response. The darkness was smothering and made even more so by the fact that Joey was having trouble breathing. Corey was silent, so silent Joey would have thought himself alone if not for the weight between his legs and the hands running along his ticklish sides.
"Corey?" he tried again, needing some kind of explanation. He fidgeted under Corey's touches.
"What?" Corey breathed, pulling his shirt off.
"What are you gonna do?"
Corey leaned down, pressing his lips to Joey's slender neck. He rested against the jugular, feeling the life pump just beneath the surface of the skin. "What do you want me to do?" he mumbled, kissing beneath Joey's ear, where he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Joey squirmed, tilting his head to the side as Corey found another ticklish spot. "I don't � I don't know."
"You aren't afraid, are you?" Corey asked softly, delving his tongue into Joey's ear.
Joey arched his back and let out a breathless moan. "Nnn-no."
"Good. I can make you feel something amazing if you'll let me." He moved down to Joey's throat and slowly kissed up to his chin. "Hm?"
Joey trembled as Corey ground their hips together. Corey's hot breath fell across his lips in moist tufts. "Okay," he said in a barely audible voice.
Corey pressed his lips to Joey's and smiled. Joey didn't respond at first, not really knowing how, but he soon caught on as Corey licked and nibbled along his lips. Joey opened his mouth, sighing as he felt a hot tongue move in against his. The muscles wound around one another, moving in slick gesticulations. The two boys shared a breath before pulling back and panting.
Corey slid out from between Joey's legs and deftly unbuttoned the quivering boy's jeans. Joey's skin was still slightly damp and cool from not having toweled off after getting rained on. Corey smiled when he lifted his hips to help get the jeans off. That gave him the encouragement he needed and he was content to know that he wasn't taking advantage of his acquiescent lover-to-be.
Completely nude, Joey still felt uncomfortably overheated. The room was stifling and so small that Joey was starting to hyperventilate. It wasn't until a firm hand wrapped around his erection that he began to asphyxiate.
"Oh," Joey gasped. "Oh." He couldn't find words. Couldn't think.
"You're pretty endowed to be such a little guy," Corey commented. He sighed. "I wish I could see your face." He loosely ran his hand up and down Joey's cock, hardly touching him at all.
Joey spread his legs wider, squirming restlessly. He groaned when Corey stopped touching him and blindly reached for the other boy. Corey swatted his hands away and stood up. "I'll be right back," he promised. "Leave me something to work with."
Joey listened as he left and his fingers clenched tighter in the blankets. His cock throbbed painfully and he wondered what Corey planned to do. He was still doubting Corey's sanity but couldn't deny the feelings that were coursing through his body. It had been nearly two and a half minutes and Corey wasn't back. Joey couldn't help it - he reached down and gripped himself, sighing blissfully at the familiar feeling. He spit in his hand before returning to his erection, stroking it with the fervor he'd so wanted Corey attain.
He was just reaching the edge of the precipice, whimpering and sighing softly, when he heard Corey clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "Now what did I tell you?" Corey leaned down and removed Joey's hand, putting it back down on the blanket. "Sit still and I'll take care of this for you�"
Joey's body jolted when he felt a wet heat surround his aching member. He groaned, jerking his hips up to get deeper into Corey's mouth. With his tongue working the underside, Corey sucked hard on the pulsing piece of flesh.
"Oh god," Joey cried, hands finding Corey's hair. He clenched his fingers in the red tresses, all the while tossing his head back and forth on the pillow. "Oh � please, Corey. Ohh, god. Ahh!" He gasped loudly when Corey chuckled, sending vibrations all through Joey's body. He trembled along with them, continuing to whimper pleas.
His eyes widened as the lights flickered back on and he caught sight of what Corey was doing to him. He could just barely make out the outline of a bobbing head. His stomach coiled around and around itself until it formed a tight spring. His hips bucked erratically into the welcoming mouth that just kept sucking, slurping at the tangy droplets that clearly stated the end was near.
Joey's chest heaved with his frantic breaths. So close � He looked back down and saw Corey's eyes staring up at him, reflecting unnaturally in the black light. Joey's eyebrows drew together and his mouth fell open as he arched his back, breathing heavy and irregular. He inhaled sharply when he found his release, and continued to gasp as Corey swallowed down the salty fluid. Joey collapsed back, panting, sweaty and exhausted.
"God, Corey �" he breathed.
Corey gave one last lick to the dwindling erection before sitting up on his heels. He put his hands on Joey's knees, rubbing them with his thumbs. "Ready to move on? Electricity's back."
Joey groaned, trying to curl into a ball. "Gimme a minute to replenish body fluids."
"Ohh, I'll replenish your body fluids, all right." Corey reached up and hit a light switch. The room was suddenly filled with a dull red light, making both boys wince for a moment before their eyes adjusted. Joey stretched, back arching perfectly off the floor. He sighed as he fell down, then looked expectantly at Corey.
"What do you wanna do now?" he asked.
"All depends on what you're up for. I wouldn't want to push you into anything �"
"I'll do whatever you want me to," Joey said dulcetly.
"Really? And why is that?" Corey grinned, tightening his grip on Joey's knees slightly.
Joey shifted his hips. "I don't know � I just figured, ya know, if you were a homicidal maniac, or something, you would've already killed me." He paused, blinked a few times, then met Corey's eyes. "You aren't, are you?"
Corey laughed. "Oh � I dunno. For all you know, I could be." He leaned down, laying chest-to-chest with the smaller boy. He inhaled deeply the scent of Joey's hair before whispering in his ear, "And if I was, do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to just take you? To just pound into your little body until it's raw and bleeding and you're begging me to stop?" His voice sank to a huskier tone, "And how do you know that isn't exactly what I'll do?"
"I � I �" Joey's breath quickened and he squirmed under Corey. He sighed shakily. "I don't know. You just seemed like a n-nice person and--"
Corey caught his lips in a deep kiss, breaking off the conversation. Joey put his hands on Corey's hips, letting Corey dominate the kiss, his brain frantically trying to make sense of what it had just absorbed. He breathed deeply, panicky, through his nose, wheezing softly. When Corey broke away, Joey stared at him, the fear evident on his pale face.
"You know �" Corey said conversationally, "Fear is one of the strongest emotions we as humans can experience. Don't you agree?"
Joey nodded quickly.
"It makes your senses fog over. Like right now, if you'll notice, you don't hear the heater buzzing through the wall or the storm outside. You don't smell much of anything, even though I disinfected in here about forty-five minutes ago. You probably aren't focusing on any other feeling except the pressure on your chest and my breath," he exhaled, "In your ear. The taste of the food you ate earlier is replaced with the sweet mixture of our saliva." He sighed, nuzzling Joey's neck gently. "And I hope all you're seeing is me."
Joey groaned as he felt his arousal reawakening. He pushed his hips up into Corey's, shuddering as he felt that same desire meeting his.
"Am I right?" Corey asked, propping himself up on his elbows. He tucked a strand of hair behind Joey's ear.
"Uh huh," Joey sighed.
Corey pulled away from him and sat back, shimmying out of his tight leather pants. Joey's eyes widened as he saw Corey's imposing erection. He scooted backward, breathing hard, and mewled as Corey crawled after him. He lost his grounding as his sweaty palm slipped on the silk blanket, making him land on his back. Corey slithered on top of him, smiling at Joey's discomfort.
"You'll do whatever I want you to, huh?"
Joey nodded hesitantly.
"And you'll let me do whatever I want with you?"
"Yeah."
Corey chuckled. "Is that your final answer?"
"Yes," Joey grated.
Corey sat back and pushed Joey's knees up and apart. "Now, I want you to relax �" He squirted a bit of the lube he'd retrieved earlier onto his fingers. "The more you relax the better this'll be."
Joey jerked involuntarily as a cold slick finger circled someplace he'd never really thought very hard about; the one place he hadn't expected Corey's finger to go. His jaw dropped in surprise, and again he tried to scoot away. When his back collided with the wall, he desperately looked around for a place to escape. He gasped when Corey grabbed his ankles and dragged him forward.
"C'mon, Joey. Just go with it."
"But � this is what girls do."
Corey almost laughed at the seriously confused look on Joey's face. "No, see, because girls have pussies, and a guy would rather fuck her pussy than her ass, but as you only have one hole and not two, this is what two guys do. With me?"
"I guess so."
"You really need to watch more porn. It's good for your mind." Corey pulled Joey closer to him, until he was between Joey's legs. "Now, will you chill out and let me do this? I swear you'll love it."
Joey's face scrunched in indecision. "I don't know."
"Look � I'll show you. Just calm down and trust me." He laid his left hand on Joey's lower belly, soothing, while his right reached back down and caressed the tight opening. He sighed as Joey wriggled around. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No, but--"
"Shh," Corey hushed him. He gently slipped the tip of his index finger past the ring of muscle, closing his eyes at the little whimper emitted from Joey's lips. He pushed his finger a bit deeper, up to the knuckle, and began to move it. "Still okay?"
"Yeah," Joey answered in a strained voice.
"Can you take one more?"
"I don't know," he whispered.
"Just relax." He removed his finger and pushed back inside with two. Joey moaned, moving fitfully about. "Now, if I know what I'm doing," Corey said, searching Joey's face, "There should be a spot in here �" He curled his fingers toward Joey's abdomen, grinning with satisfaction as he felt the small bump he was searching for. His fingers brushed over the gland, just barely touching it, and the response it wrung from Joey was just what he'd wanted.
Joey's cry resonated off the walls. Hips bucked erratically upward. The look on his face was pure, unadulterated bliss, but it only lasted a split second as Corey removed his fingers again.
"Nooo � Why'd you stop?" Joey cried, distressed.
"Because all night I've been making you feel good. Now it's time for you to return the favor. Don't you think that's fair?"
"I - I guess so."
"Good. See what a nice guy I am?" Corey smiled. "I could've just gone and fucked you, but I made sure you were well taken care of, comfortable." He smoothed lube over his cock and aligned it with the muscle-rimmed hole he'd so gently made relax. With one hard thrust, he was in to the hilt, still smiling despite the pained scream that echoed through the shop.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Joey shrieked.
"Watch the profanities. You're not old enough to say that yet," Corey reprimanded before sighing as Joey's muscles constricted his cock. He looked down and was pleased to see that Joey was still turned on. Apparently, Joey could take more than he thought. Still, Corey reassured himself by asking, "You okay?"
"No," Joey whimpered, squirming. "It hurts." His wide blue eyes were slowly overflowing with tears, and Corey leaned down, licking them off his cheeks. He kissed Joey softly, whispering honeyed words into his ear until he felt the almost overwhelmingly tight channel finally relax a bit.
"Alright?"
Joey nodded, breathing loudly through his mouth. "Yeah � yeah, it's better."
Corey's grin widened. "Good." He pulled out slowly, stopping halfway, before slamming back in. Joey's eyes rolled up in his head while Corey's closed at the immense pleasure coursing through him. He wrapped Joey's legs around his waist and started moving in a steady rhythm. "Move with me," he whispered hoarsely.
Joey did as he was told, slight fear still there that forbade him from doing anything other than what Corey said. Instead of fighting the defiling act, he let it happen. And when Corey angled his thrusts to hit that spot again, the one that had caused so much pleasure earlier, Joey began to thoroughly enjoy the violation, which really wasn't violation anymore. His cock throbbed and leaked against his belly, and he was just reaching down to relieve it when Corey leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss, completely blocking his hand's path.
Corey continued to move, providing a delicious friction that proved to be just as stimulating as a hand job. The soft downy hairs on his stomach ground against Joey's aching cock, and it was a feeling that Joey had never before experienced. He groaned fervently at the dual sensations, hands playing over Corey's back, black fingernails raking down the hard, muscled flesh. He tightened his legs, pulling Corey deeper into him.
Corey moaned and kissed down to Joey's neck. Again, he rested against the major artery, shuddering at the pulse he felt there. The same pulse throbbed against his stomach. He quickened his thrusts and Joey cried out as he brushed his prostate again. Corey leaned back and grasped his hips, pumping hard into the body that so welcomed him, that clenched tightly around his erection with every wayward thrust. He reached down and wrapped a hand around Joey's cock, making the smaller boy spasm around him. They both gasped and moaned and shuddered.
"God, Joey," Corey grunted, moving volatilely. "Fuck �"
Joey's breath caught in his throat as Corey tightened his fist and jerked him off harder. He trembled, moving his hips almost desperately, seeking the release he craved.
And Corey gave it to him. With a growled profanity and an especially brutal thrust, he emptied himself into the quaking body beneath him, spurring on Joey's own earth-shattering orgasm. He fell forward, landing heavily on Joey, who was too spent to get enough strength up to push him off. They panted harshly against one another until Corey managed to slide out of Joey and settle next to him.
For a long time neither of them spoke. They regained their breath and their strength and just laid there, content in each other's company. Eventually, Corey pulled Joey to him and kissed him, long and sensual. Joey sighed and snuggled closer to him.
"So," Corey said after they'd calmed down, "What do you think?"
Joey smiled against Corey's chest. "I think I love you."
Corey laughed. "Nah, not yet you don't. But I endeavor to make it happen." He tightened his arms around Joey and brought him up for another kiss. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No � I'm alright."
"That's good. So much for the homicidal maniac bit, huh?"
"You know, you did kinda scare me with that �"
"Ah, well, you're okay. I'm not as crazy as people make me out to be. I'm just not very mainstream, ya know?"
"Yeah." Joey yawned.
Corey reached behind him and felt around for a blanket. He found one and draped it over Joey and himself. "The shop can fuck itself tonight. I'm staying right here with you until Jim wakes us up."
"Who's Jim?" Joey asked sleepily.
"He works dayshift."
"Oh."
The conversation gradually waned until they were both asleep, wrapped around one another, silhouetted by the red light that only went off when the electricity shut off again some few hours later. The two boys didn't feel the drop in temperature as the heater stopped blowing out warm air, as they were warm enough in each other's embrace to not even notice it.
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