Dawn
Jan. 22, 2014, 6 p.m.
This Is The Correlation Of Salvation And Love.: Chapter 5
E - Words: 854 - Last Updated: Jan 22, 2014 Story: Closed - Chapters: 12/? - Created: Dec 03, 2013 - Updated: Dec 03, 2013 98 0 0 0 0
Someone is nudging me and their touch feels so nice. I open my eyes and find myself staring at my step-brother. Oh… I remember now.
“We have to get up,” he mumbles.
Blaine whines as I pull myself away from him and roll off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. I grip the edge of the counter and hang my head, taking in a few deep breaths. What happened last night was wrong in so many ways. I really don't even know how it happened and it wasn't supposed to. Not like that anyway. I should watch out more often when I'm drinking and being completely vulnerable the next time.
The drive to school was quiet and thats perfectly okay.
Its lunchtime now and I pick a table at the back of the cafeteria, minding my own business. That is until I feel a taptaptap on my shoulder. I glance down at the hand and up at the face it belongs to, a jock. Behind him are five others. Roll of the eyes. Wrong move.
“Fucking fag, think you're better than us, do you?” one of them spits out.
'Well, I do happen to get more sex than you ever will, so… yeah, I do think I'm better. Oh, and, I'm hotter and not fat and muscular, what else? Smarter, yes. I think that about sums it up.'
“Depends on what you mean,” I retort.
He and the others start to laugh and a cold substance hits the top of my head. “Go have your fag of a boyfriend clean that off for you,” the main one says.
As soon as I start to stand up to punch this fucker in his face Santana shows up, swearing at them. She hooks her arm with mine and drags me out of the cafeteria. “Let's get you cleaned up, hon."
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“You should really turn them in to the principal,” Santana suggests, pulling me into a hug.
I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. It's still damp from when she helped me wash the slushy out of it. “It doesn't matter,” I mumble. “They'll just corner me outside of school.” We pull out of the hug and she's looking at me with the same sad look she's had the past hour and a half.
“I just…” I start. “Why do gay guys get harder times than lesbians?” I ask. “No offense or anything.”
Santana smiles wide. “None taken.” Then she shrugs. “I can't really tell you, though. Maybe guys are more afraid they'll get ass raped or something, whereas girls can't do that to other girls. Unless, we have like a strap-on or something but…” she stops after she sees me wrinkle my nose. “Sorry, but that's about as much as I can tell you. I don't get boys hence why I prefer the female gender.”
I send her a small smile. “Thanks,” I mutter. “For helping me.”
"We gays stick together!" And with that she pulls me out of the bathroom and on towards my next class.
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Sebastian wanted me over at school. What Sebastian wants he gets.
He groans, body repeatedly slamming into mine while his lips stay attached to my collarbone. I keep both of my hands on his ass, pushing him into me harder, over and over again. “Se- unh!” I reach up one of my hands and weave my fingers into his hair, bucking up against him. I moan and let my eyes fall shut, mouth opening in pure fucking pleasure.
His lips detach from my neck and I can feel his eyes burning into me. “I… swear t- to fucking God… Kurt,” he gasps, thrusting into me so hard that my body rises off the bed without my consent. “You b- bet- better… stay this tight… forever.”
I cant manage to say anything other than, "Unh!"
Sebastians thrusts become shallow, his name spilling from my lips almost every second until I scream it loud enough for the whole damn apartment complex to hear.
“Fuck that was hot,” he moans, trailing kisses down my jaw.
I let my right hand fall from his hair and maneuver it between our bodies. I grasp hold of my cock and start to pump sloppily. “Seb,” I moan, thumbing the slit of my cock. "So fucking close…” I tug harshly and spill into my hand. A few moments later he follows suit and I moan at the warmth that floods through me. He pulls out and rolls off to the side, propping himself up against his headboard. I move on top of him, sliding down his body and licking off some of my cum on his stomach.
“Kurt,” he mumbles.
I slide myself back up his body and grab his hands, placing them on my ass. “Seb,” I whisper, sliding myself onto his dick. “Can I stay here for a few days?” I ask, rocking back and forth slightly.
My boyfriend's eyes slip shut and he nods. “Mhm…”
Thank God. I don't think I can share a room with my step-brother for a while.