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Just a little break from CTB.
Disclaimer: I own everyone in this fic. I keep them in cages and feed them sugar. They are happy enough
Dedicated to: my sparkly fiery creature of the stars Holly Rose E. I'm sure she won't mind me spreading the wealth.
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Terrence looked up from the TV screen as the front door lock clunked, swung open and was then relocked behind the person who had just stumbled in.
"Terry?" The person called.
"Hey Daint, good day?" He answered from the couch.
The person he had addressed as Daint sighed heartfully, pulling his denim jacket off and throwing a bag onto the floor.
"Ter, you have NO idea how wrong that question is." He said, running a hand through his neck-length black hair and going into the bedroom.
Terrence finally looked round when he heard the fatigue and the stress in the other guy's voice, totally out of character for Dainton.
"What's up?"
Dainton called back from the room.
"I had such a bad day. Everything that could have gone wrong did, half of the guys were off sick or whatever, and we had the highest amount of unruly customers that we've ever had in the last three years. The bouncers had to intervene so much that they just sat on the stage in the end, and we had one of the guys almost get beat up by some idiots."
Dainton reappeared wearing black trousers and a plain black long-sleeved T- shirt, a slight change from the sparkled cat costume -complete with tail and ears - that he'd been wearing before.
"I'm just glad I've got the next few days off."
Dainton walked up to Terrence and was crushed into a reassuring hug, followed by a rather heavy 'hello' kiss.
"So'm I babe, so'm I." Terrence said to his small boyfriend, enjoying the happy sigh that he got in return.
Terrence was a twenty-one year old, five eleven, sugar brown haired, green eyed university drop out who worked at a telemarketing centre three out of five days a week. He was also in a two year old serious relationship with the nineteen years, five four, jet haired, neon blue eyed high school graduate who had just finished one of his three day shifts at the local strip club.
Despite the flak that they had both received from old friends and family, they still managed to make out a life together, along with new friends and better relationships.
Dainton moved away to grab a pixie stick from a pencil pot in the kitchen (used for that purpose) and sprawled out tired in the middle of the living room on his belly, tipping the coloured sugar into his mouth in one go as he flicked idly through the pages of a random magazine.
Terrence allowed himself a good stare as he watched his lover move around gracefully, watched the legs come up at the knees to swing feet back and forth like a big kid engrossed in a particularly enthralling ant making its way across the terrain.
His almost black green gaze swept up possessively over the small, tight little ass, the delicate swoop of the back and the irresistible curve of the shapely shoulder blades.
He stalked forward quietly on cat-feet and sat down cross-legged next to his partner, who ignored him, all his attention on the article in front.
Terry nonchalantly began smoothing and stroking over the small back in front of him, dipping into the soft curve of the middle and skimming an inch above the low trouser line.
"So, you're feeling kinda tired, huh?" He began, voice low but still innocent.
Dainton had frozen as he felt the touch descend, but continued to ignore it to the best of his ability, pretending to be more interested in the magazine than the hot touch that sent cold flashes down his torso.
"Yea. Really tired. Long day, y'know."
"Hmmm." From above, as the hands moved up to rub gently at the muscles of Dainton's neck, Terry appreciating the way Dainton's head dipped down marginally in approval. "So, you'll be wanting to go to bed soon." His hand furrowed underneath the softness of the T-shirt to barely stroke the warm living flesh beneath.
Dainton shuddered as those hands skimmed across his back.
"Mmmhmmm. Yea, I better go soon, or I won't be getting up in the morning."
He was startled for a few seconds as he was roughly rolled over onto his side as Terry manoeuvred him into a position to bring their faces closer together.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to get you up in the morning."
Terry laughed slightly at his terrible pun before leaning his head down to explore the already well-mapped cavern of Dainton's mouth with his tongue.
Dainton reciprocated the kiss, lifting an arm to allow Terry better access as he slid his hand once again under the T-shirt and began rubbing in tiny circles on his belly.
He dropped his head down and moaned minutely as Terry dropped his mouth to the juncture of his collar bone and put biting little kisses along the ridge, hands now straying upwards to toy sadistically with his nipples, playing the well-known body like an instrument.
Terry adored the small sounds that his scrappy little lover couldn't help making, groaning himself as Dainton gave in and pushed backward into the cradle of his hips.
"Terry." Dainton groaned, then gasping as Terry bit down, nipping at the skin of his shoulder. "Terry, can we." He broke off as Terry squeezed his stomach firmly back, crushing him further against the larger, secure bulk of his own build.
"Floor not doing it for you babes?" Terry asked through gritted teeth as Dainton arched, so vaguely that it would have been barely noticeable if not for the super-awareness that he had for the boy in his grasp.
Dainton shook his head wildly as his skin was pinched tenderly.
"I-I d-don't want. ah, carpet burn on my back a-Gain." He managed through the pleasure that pulsed through him with every move Terry made.
Terry sweetly licked along the very edge of Dainton's ear, making him shiver delightfully, before turning him onto his back and straddling his legs.
"Sorry sweetheart, I can't wait." He apologised before shoving the T-shirt up and leaning down to wickedly graze his teeth across the trembling stomach muscles exposed before him.
Dainton gasped out something in a completely different language as Terry did this, not minding the fact t hat his comment had been ignored as the sheer pressure of Terry above him pressed him, achingly sweet, into the floor.
Terry let the T-shirt remain, in an effort to spare Dainton's back, but he substituted the low slung black trousers instead, sliding the tiny zip down and pulling them down those long legs abruptly, the sharp shocking action causing Dainton to arch up, back like a bow, as he was viciously exposed.
Terry didn't bother with foreplay, stroking up the outside and then down the inside of Dainton's thighs, scraping his short nails down them briefly, before settling in between them. He lifted and raised Dainton's whole lower body onto his lap, before leaning down to scoop up his upper half, crushing him up to kiss him thoroughly, hands tracing patterns on the tiny back as he did so.
Dainton allowed himself to be manhandled, groaning deeply into the penetrating kiss and rocking forward into his boyfriend's denim covered crotch. He wrapped his legs firmly around Terry's waist as the kiss ended and the two stopped, panting, foreheads together, just looking at each other for a moment, calming down enough to regain control.
Terry kissed Dainton again quickly, before pulling his mouth back and whispering, with a grin.
"You look hot like that."
"Hmmm?" Dainton was hardly listening, lost in the rapture of the deep lust and longing in the wild green depths of Terry's expression.
Terry rubbed a hand across Dainton's stomach, going up to tweak a nipple cheekily to show what he meant.
"Flushed, hair falling across your face," which he kissed, "naked from the waist down and," He reached down and squeezed his lover's ass, making Dainton cant upwards, whining, "so badly wanting me."
Dainton didn't argue. He knew full well that Terry wanted him back just as much, if not more. It was the mutual need between them both that made him feel secure enough to do this, over and over and over and over and over and over again.
"Ter, PLEASE." He gasped as Terry slid a finger teasingly along his cleft.
Terry grinned wickedly as he watched Dainton's pupils dilate until the violently vibrant flashing blue eyes had darkened to dark ink, melted in his face.
He brought three fingers up to trace those full, kiss-bruised lips, syrup sweet with the sugar of his natural taste, not at all dulled by the comparatively bland flavour of the recently consumed pixie stick.
He teased them between Dainton's lips and moaned when they were taken deep into that beautiful mouth.
"Yea baby, suck them for us." He mumbled as he watched Dainton put his concentration into the job, carefully tasting and moistening the fingertips in his mouth. The sight put Terry in mind of other things that that mouth was good for, and he roughly jerked upwards, pulling Dainton down into his lap as he did so.
The action made Dainton gasp, opening his mouth and letting the saliva slick fingers slip free.
Terry smiled and kissed the open mouth, swallowing the gasp he knew would come as he slipped one finger home. Dainton mewled and squirmed in Terry's lap as a second finger was added. Terry pulled back to enjoy watching Dainton's face glaze over in passion as he slowly pushed the third finger in as well.
It was a tight fit, but that was what he liked. He kissed Dainton's neck again, as low as the bunched material would allow as his lover got used to the familiar obstruction inside him.
"You- you ready baby?" Terry asked, watching Dainton's reaction with concern, in case he lied to him again.
That time had been painful for both of them.
Dainton was annoyed that Terry could still form coherent sentences at a time like this. He growled out between clenched teeth.
"For the love of God Terry, you had better fuck me and now, or I fucking swear."
Terry was pleased to hear the affirmative, and reassured to hear the desperate desire laced in the threat in Dainton's voice.
"Don't worry sweet, I will." He promised, reaching down with one hand to undo his fly and release himself as the other clung to Dainton securely.
Without another word, he lifted Dainton, removed his fingers and plunged home in two firm strokes, blaspheming at the sensation.
Dainton stiffened and shot straight, yelping as he was Terry unexpectedly joined with him intimately. He leaned his head forward into Terry's shoulder at the sudden pain, gripping onto his biceps tightly.
"Shhhh." Terry whispered lovingly, ghosting lips across the reachable areas of skin as the body that he loved so much trembled in pain.
Eventually, Dainton calmed down and nodded to Terry, raising his head from his shoulder.
Terry smiled into his lover's eyes and they kissed softly.
"Alright?" He asked gently.
Dainton nodded and Terry laid him back down on the carpet, moving so that they didn't separate. He stayed like that, poised over Dainton's prey-like body until Dainton moved, causing Terry to gasp.
"Terry, do me." Dainton begged, voice strained from self-restraint.
That was all the encouragement Terry needed, moving sharp and fast into the soft walls that clung to his cock tightly. Dainton moaned and muttered beneath him.
"Terry. please, oh, deeper, please, please."
Terry was undone by the pleas, leaning down for a swift kiss before really putting his back into it.
"Daint. feel, so. fucking, amazing. oh, baby, I love you so much."
Dainton just moaned, spreading his legs wider and raising up on his shoulders to try and feel Terry deeper inside him.
Terry once again held onto Dainton's hips as he hammered in hard, enjoying the way Dainton's moans were becoming cries, and now screams.
He leaned over further, getting nearer, finally thrusting hard and pulling back on Dainton once, twice and spilling heat inside him. He bit hard into Dainton's collarbone as he did so, and the sudden sharp shock was enough to send Dainton thrashing over the edge, screaming enough to make his ears ring.
Terry slumped over the inert body under him, panting heavily and tracing the bare damp skin with a finger. He rose up to kiss him again, brushed back the drenched fallen bangs and saw that Dainton had actually passed out.
He made sure that the previously heaving chest was still rising and falling regularly, and waited cradling the younger boy and keeping inside him until his breathing calmed down to a natural rhythm. When Dainton had passed into sleep, he gently slipped out of the other body.
He did the button on his jeans up and silently swung the inert body up to lift him into their bedroom. He pulled the T-shirt down over the still torso and covered his sleeping partner with a sheet, watching in the dim light from the lamps outside as Dainton unconsciously shifted, one arm sprawled over his head and the other flung across his chest.
Terry changed into a pair of boxers and then climbed into bed behind the slumbering body, gently turning him to his front and spooning him from behind. He entangled their legs together and looped an arm gently under the other boy's arms, resting his hands on the slim waist.
"Goodnight baby." He said on the cusp of hearing, before kissing the wounded shoulder before his face gently and falling into a peaceful sleep himself.