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the taste of blood in my mouth is sickening, no matter how used to it i get. tyler is writhing underneath me, shirtless. bare back against the kitchen floor, hands balled into fists and thumping against my ribs as i pin him to the floor. i deliver a blow to his jaw, and his face curls up into a grimace as he brings one of his hands to cup the site of injury. although grimacing, i pick up on a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
“ALRIGHT!”
he dismisses the fight.
i get up off of him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. i walk to the sink and spit, watching as the glob of saliva and blood flows down the drain. i rinse my hands off, hissing as the water hits my scraped knuckles. it feels almost melancholic to watch tyler’s blood also flow down the drain, destined to be filtered out and drank by someone else. my breath is heavy and my limbs ache. the shooting pain in my ribs is relentless.
‘did you have to hit me in the ribs?’ i ask, looking at him over my shoulder as i lean over the sink. he’s still layed out on the floor, seemingly catching his breath.
“what else was i supposed to do? allow you to beat my ass even further? for someone so fucking scrawny you carry some serious bite in your bark.” he responds, laughing through his words.
how is he laughing right now?
i hear shuffling. then footsteps. he’s standing behind me now.
“that was good, man. real fuckin’ good.”
his hand pats my shoulder, suddenly gripping and forcing me to turn around. he puts both hands on my cheeks, tilts my head slightly upward to look at him. the height he has on me pisses me off, but id never get hung up on it. i could still cripple him in a fight, just like i have done, but he could definitely put me in a worse state if he tried. he’s broader, taller, and generally just bigger than me. he could probably break me over his knee. he inspects my face, his eyes darting around and catching on my bloodied nose. he moves his thumb and swipes away the blood, and i watch in sheer fucking bewilderment as he brings his thumb to his lips and licks off the blood like it’s perfectly normal to do that.
‘what the fuck-‘ i’m cut off by his finger on my lip, silencing me. i stop talking. he gets off of me and makes his way to the other side of the kitchen, pulling out a brown-ish cloth and wiping his face. his back muscles flex, and i watch with intent. tyler has a certain way of moving, and it’s nothing like how i’ve ever seen someone else move. he moves with effortless method, and it makes him stand out. despite his all-fucked-up clothes and clearly beautiful face, you could find him in a crowd completely based off of the way he moves. the way he carries himself. it’s like he’s exactly on the same level as you but somehow above at the same time. an enigma. he turns around and walks back over to me, bringing the now blood stained cloth to my face and wiping the blood off of me, too. he sucks his teeth as he looks at the cut on my cheekbone. then like a sick bastard, presses his finger against the wound. my eyes squeeze shut as i grab his wrist and move his hand away.
‘what the fuck, tyler?’ i spit.
he simply laughs at me, his perfectly straight teeth flashing from behind his lips. he must’ve had braces or something when he was a teenager. i imagine that. tyler with braces. tyler when he wasn’t a sadistic, all seeing, all knowing bastard. tyler when he was pure. albeit false purity.
i’m lost in my thoughts when his hands slip up my back, pushing me against the counter, and our chests are touching. the hairs on my neck stand up. he’s still staring at me, a smirk on his lips.
“well, aren’t you pretty.” he murmurs, his lips barely parting enough for the words to come out making sense. my eyebrows furrow. what is he planning here?
his hands move down, hitting my lower back.
he thrusts his hips forward, meeting us in the middle. i shiver and i double over, my head falling forward and hitting his shoulder.
he’s quiet. too quiet. i can hear him thinking. calculating. he does it again, this time his hands are placed on my hips, and he pulls me flush forward to his groin. a gasp escapes my lips. he’s hard, and soon enough i will be too.
“you enjoying this?” he asks, and i can hear the smile in his voice. his hand moves to the back of my neck and he lets me keep my head on his shoulder, to my surprise.
he keeps moving against me, pushing me to meet him in the middle. my stomach is curling with heat, and at this point i’m desperate for release.
my breath is hot and heavy, whimpers escaping my lips, and my hands are no longer rested on the kitchen counter, but instead grabbing him, scratching his back.
he turns and whispers in my ear.
“just a little more, baby, a little more.”
baby. im his baby. his words are warm against my ear, and i shiver again. i still don’t understand how this started, but i don’t want this to stop.
i don’t know when i started matching my hips to his rhythm, either. i’ve been in such pure bliss i’ve been on autopilot.
if i listen, i can hear his breathy grunts and sighs, and it becomes the thing i tune in on. his voice. his breath.
he grabs a handful of my hair and i know what’s going to happen. he speeds up his hips, buries his face into my neck and opens his mouth. he bites. i yelp.
i’m breathing him in as heat pools in my lower stomach, and i’m in heaven. it’s like some fucking higher power gifted me pure euphoria, and my legs give out. i would’ve hit the floor if it wasn’t for tyler holding me up. the wet patch in my pants is apparent, and almost distracting on my end, but i want to savour it. it’s something tyler did to me.
“jack-“ he groans into my neck, finishing, slowing down to a stop. he feels me shaking and rubs my back. he hums lowly into my neck and places a soft kiss onto my jaw.
he’s never been this affectionate- ever.
then i hear him chuckle as he grabs my chin and raises my head, stares down at me with furrowed brows and a smirk.
“i have just came so fucking hard i now have a headache, jack.” he whispers with a laugh, and i feel myself crack a smile.
‘jesus.’
i laugh too.
“you’re good. malleable. you melt to touch, hm?” tyler teases.
“so… do you think that was gay or..?” he says with squinted eyes. he’s joking, but it still annoyed me.
‘and you ruined it.’