WANNABES
"Wannabes" are scenes that originally were written for "Sucker" but were deleted or rewritten along the way, shown here in their original form.
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13.) JC, Erik ("Sucker" 75)
The sex version where JC cries.
Maybe he should’ve thought his plans through more carefully.
Erik was very horny and, probably because he’d been denied orgasm a little too long and wasn’t used to that, aggressive. However, he was also still very caught up in his adoration of JC and was careful to put JC first. Which, overall, made him very intent on owning JC’s ass but also very considerate of JC’s comfort.
He was hesitant to actually manhandle JC, until JC said, “Honey, you don’t have to keep asking me. If you want me somewhere else, just put me there. I’ll move if I don’t like it.” After that, Erik had JC all over the bed. But every time they moved, the new angle made JC’s skin tingle and his toes curl, so he couldn’t exactly complain. When they moved, they moved fast; Erik didn’t waste a lot of time thrusting back in. But somehow, even then, Erik always managed to position JC comfortably, with a pillow in just the right place and clear of any wet spots.
They fucked until JC’s body was exhausted and his brain was swimming in the happy place. After the first few hours, Erik eased the pace, thrusting in slow rhythm while JC moaned in silent bliss. It felt so good to be fucked like this, to be fucked like it could last forever, the slow but steady thrusting like it would never stop and he could just have an orgasm in slow-motion for the next few days.
Only one other person had been able to do this for him, only one other person had ever been able to last this long and give him this pure of an experience, only one. And it had been so much like this but nothing like this at all, and this was so close and so so so fucking far, and he’d never thought that he’d get to have that again and he couldn’t, but he was, but he wasn’t, and he loved Nick so much, and he wanted Nick so much, he needed Nick so badly, he, he…
Erik wasn’t fucking him anymore, was rolling him over and holding him close. JC shifted his leg up in invitation, but Erik eased it back down, stroking at his face, kissing his cheek and keeping him a tight embrace, whispering something. He was crying and he didn’t want to be and he hated how miserable he was, hated having to live like this, hated being this scared and empty and alone every single second of every single day. He couldn’t keep doing this, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
He hated how vulnerable sex made him. Hated how opening his body meant opening his heart, hated how exposing his body meant exposing his soul, hated it. He’d been working on that, getting over it, building up his defenses. And it had been helping, he’d been getting better, he could fuck without caring now, he could.
But his mind had brought up Nick, and his body had remembered Nick, and there were no defenses for that.
None.
Sometimes it was flattering. Sometimes it was just irritating.
Clearing his throat, JC used one hand to rub tears off of the shoulder he’d cried on. He wasn’t sure what to say now.
“I made a girl cry in bed once,” Erik said, fingers threading through his hair. “She cried when she came, like it was so great she couldn’t help it. Made me feel like a huge stud. Until I found out she always cries when she comes, no matter who she’s with. I still felt good about it, though, until we started talking about how many guys she’s been with, and she asked, ‘Besides my step-brother?’ and I-”
Taken aback, JC met Erik’s eyes. “Are you making this up?”
“Yeah,” Erik said with a grin. “But it made you laugh, so it’s
worth it.”
“I didn’t laugh,” JC said, but now, suddenly, he was laughing.
“Told you,” Erik said, grinning, laughing, kissing him quickly. “You okay?” Erik asked, stroking his cheek.
“Yeah.” He didn’t know how to explain, so he didn’t say anything else. He just closed his eyes while Erik kissed his neck and told him how special he was.