E-boys

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Sorry it's been ages, but I was doing finals… and I've now FINISHED them! Yay! So, now I can concentrate on writing a bit more. Woo!

Find the hidden Lou Reed song.

Disclaimer: I own them like I own Haydn82

Warning: Boys having secks.

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Chapter Nine

Andrew woke up with a feeling of massive foreboding and he didn't know why. Maybe he'd had a dream; lingering feelings of disquiet upset like cobwebs in his brain suggested that if he had dreamt, it had been bad.

He listened and felt the rhythm of Craig breathing in the deepness that meant sleep under his ear and was reassured that he hadn't woken him up. He kissed the tips of his own fingers, his hand near his mouth, and then stroked them gently over Craig's skin, so as not to wake him. He wondered what the time was and judged it to be very early by the vague cold blue-green light that he glimpsed through the curtains where they didn't quite meet together. It suggested the sun had risen just enough to make it less black, but the streetlamps were still on, so it couldn't be day yet.

He listened to Craig sleep and the feeling of uneasiness intensified. He was confused by how suddenly this was coming on, the sudden black despair that had crept up on him like the sunlight was doing now and he took a breath like the gasp of a nearly-drowned man as misery suddenly caught in his chest like a fishing line in the mouth of some unsuspecting bird.

The hook of desolation fixed in firmly through his stomach, under his ribcage, pressing on his heart and he thought he was dying suddenly. He felt like he was going to be sick. He curled up against Craig, desperate for these feelings to leave, but it didn't do any good. He shut his eyes like a wounded thing and hid his head in Craig's side in a last attempt to make it all stop, but it was useless.

He felt an itching in his eyes which was followed by the first tears trying to escape; the more he tried not to, the more the pressure built up until they ran quietly down his face. He couldn't fight it anymore, and he tried to be as quiet as possible, moving his hand under his cheek so the wet of his tears wouldn't wake Craig up. He couldn't bring himself to leave, who knows what he'd do if he left Craig's side right now?

He kept his eyes closed, his body taut, protesting the ill feeling of depression and the bitter tears that still came and he cried, muted, biting down on his lip so he wouldn't make any noise, even though his sobs still shocked his body every so often. He was moving too much... he tried to stay still so he wouldn't wake Craig, but that only ended up with him gasping gently with each sob instead. He clamped a hand over his mouth, his free hand fisting in the sheet he was lying on, but now the tears were coming faster and he was hiccupping every few seconds.

Craig heard Andrew crying, but more than that, he felt his body locked tight and jumping against his every so often like a heart beat. He sleepily reached a hand down into black hair and petted him softly, slowly waking up to alarmed concern as he realized just how hard Andrew was crying. "Drew?" He propped his head up a little so that he could look down. "Shit, what's wrong?" He asked, alarmed. He rubbed Andrew's back firmly soothing, and petted through his hair.

"I don't know." Andrew managed.

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't know why."

Craig continued to caress Andrew wherever he could reach, desperate to alleviate the misery that was making Andrew weep like someone had died. He made non-word shushing noises and tilted Andrew's face to wipe it with the palm of his hand. "What were you doing that brought this on?" He asked quietly when the racking sobs had trailed off into desperate, exhausted moans.

"I don't know." Andrew repeated. "I just woke up for no reason and I suddenly felt… fucking miserable. Awful. Like I was dying or falling away inside and nothing could help me, even you."

Andrew continued to speak at length about how he'd felt and how soon the tears had come and how angry he was with himself for crying at all because there was no reason. They were just spontaneous and he couldn't have stopped more than he could have stopped the day dawning.

"And it was for no reason! I wasn't thinking anything bad! It just… came!" Andrew said, distressed.

"Shhh." Craig petted his hair, lifting Andrew's tear-damp, heated face and kissing his forehead. "Don't think about it anymore." He told him gently, kissing his way carefully over Andrew's face like the lazy trail of a water drop until he reached Andrew's mouth and licked Andrew's lips with the tip of his tongue, tracing them like he was drawing them in his memory. "Don't think about anything for now." He murmured, close to Andrew's mouth. "Just feel… this…" He closed the tiny but immeasurable distance between their mouths and kissed Andrew fully, tasting the melancholy and salt which had been his flavour far too often for Craig's liking.

Andrew sighed and kissed back, reaching up and joining his mouth to Craig's with a kind of strung out panic. Craig sat up -keeping their mouths joined- and leant over Andrew, throwing the blanket off them and turning him onto his back with the same steady gentle force in which he wished to take Andrew's problems on himself. Andrew's hand on Craig's shoulder was as desperate as the last hand-hold of a falling mountaineer. It wasn't a surprising similarity, as Andrew felt himself plunging into a sharp ravine and the edge he was clinging to was scalding his hands.

They stopped kissing for seconds at a time, only to breathe more air in before reconnecting their mouths, Andrew's spare hand sliding over the planes of Craig's bared chest as Craig's hands were occupied in propping himself up above Andrew and pulling up the t-shirt Andrew had slept in. He pulled away, rearing up above Andrew to tug at his shirt, wanting it off. Andrew sat up and crossed his arms at the hem, pulling the shirt up and over his head smoothly, throwing it off the side of the bed. Craig met him in another voracious kiss in his new upright position, sinking them back down to the bed, Craig moving Andrew's leg, positioned between his knees, to the other side so that he was now crouched down between Andrew's legs.

Kissing harder, faster, the only noise in the room the muffled gasps for air, Craig moved his hands down to pull Andrew's boxers down, his hands meeting Andrews as Andrew tried to do the same to him. He laughed, and got off the bed, watching Andrew with a steamy blue eyed stare as he slid his boxers down and off. Andrew watched them come down, then lifted his hips to pull his own boxers off as Craig moved to the dresser and took something out.

He came back to the bed and held Andrew by the chin, kissing him multiple times while pushing him inexorably back. Andrew stroked his hand down over the line of Craig's back, feeling the curve towards his spine and the bones under the strapped muscles. Craig's hand was on Andrew's hip, now curving around the pillar of his thigh to stroke the very, very soft inside, like the inside of a chestnut shell. Andrew made a little noise with Craig's hand so close to his cock.

"What are you gonna do?" He asked, with soft pants.

"Drew…" Craig said, his mouth so close to Andrew's that he spoke the words straight towards Andrew's tongue, meeting their tongues together a split second after in another kiss. "I've read how… I know what to do to take your virginity without hurting you. Will you let me baby? Have sex with you now so that whenever you feel like that again you'll remember me? And this?"

Andrew licked his lips, looking back at Craig with no uncertainty before nodding and kissing Craig again, Craig whole heartedly kissing back before sitting up. "Okay, just, lie there. Don't move." He reached over and picked up the lube he'd put down next to Andrew, uncapping it and squeezing some out liberally over his fingers. He looked back at Andrew, on his back in front of him, and couldn't do anything BUT smile.

He circled the tip of his index finger around Andrew's perineum before easing it in. "You're so sexy." He told Andrew, and the slightly corny, even insincere words sounded anything but in the way Craig said them, hot and intent.

Andrew whimpered at the strange but not unpleasant feeling. "It feels weird…" He said.

"Want me to stop?"

"No… no… go on…"

"Okay." Craig took the tube and applied some lube directly to Andrew's skin, rubbing it in and widening Drew's hole with his finger before timidly trying a second one.

Andrew's breath caught, green eyes darkened to wine bottle green with lust closing slowly shut like some kind of cursed Egyptian tomb door. Craig delicately parted and turned his fingers to loosen Andrew's muscles and each movement made Drew make another noise, and turn again exquisitely so the lines of his body rewrote themselves for Craig's enjoyment. "You're touching me…" Andrew sighed, like he couldn't believe what he was feeling.

Craig moved up to kiss Drew's chest, licking the sweat salted skin. "Yeah baby." He said softly, never stopping the movement of his fingers.

"Touch me more…"

Craig didn't know if he should, but couldn't deny Drew. He tested a third finger. "You sure you want more babe? It'll hurt."

Drew nodded and Craig did so, slowly and tenderly. Andrew bit his bottom lip as he was stretched further, his body stinging only a little from Craig's previous care. Craig, looking up, saw this and stopped. "Too much?"

"Nu-uh, go on." Andrew gasped.

"Drew…"

"It's okay babe, please. I need this."

Craig continued and had all three fingers in Andrew as far as he could go, turning them back and forth, his mouth latched to Andy's chest. Andrew moaned with the rhythm of Craig's fingers and the sucking on his chest until he finally tore words from his throat. "Craig... baby, I'm ready."

Craig leant up to kiss Andrew's sweetly parted mouth. "Are you sure? Don't rush it Drew…"

"Craig, I'm ready, I'm so ready."

Craig reached round for the condom he'd picked up, Andrew watching him. "You're the first person I've ever had sex with. At all." He said.

Craig smiled back at him and kissed him. "You're my first too." He confessed. "I've never even touched a girl past her waist. None of them seemed to want to let me."

Andrew smiled back and kissed Craig, his arms round Craig's neck. "Girls are crazy." He told him.

Craig changed the small kisses into a heavy bout of making out for a few minutes, then moved back to open the condom and roll it on after applying some lube inside, pinching the tip. He pushed some more lube up inside Drew and covered the outside of his covered cock with it too. Andrew was a little nervous, but joked nervously. "Got enough lube there Craig?"

"Babe, believe me. You can't have too much lube. Everything I've read has told me so. And I'd rather be safe than have you in pain."

Andrew smiled back at him, then licked his lips anxiously. "How do you want me?" He asked.

Craig soothingly stroked his hand up and down the inside of Andrew's thigh, distracting him and calming him nicely at the same time. "I want to watch you while we do this baby, but I think we'll have to do that next time. It'd be easier for you if you got up on your knees for me for the first time."

"Okay..." Andrew sat up, and Craig couldn't help but kiss him again; he was already addicted to Andrew's mouth. When Andrew turned, looking over his shoulder at Craig nervously, Craig leant over him, his chest pressed flush to Drew's back, and kissed him, moving his mouth to kiss him under his ear, then to his neck where he kissed and licked and bit gently, reinserting his fingers back into Andrew's body while he did so.

Andrew did find this angle easier, and groaned faintly, on the cusp of a moan as Craig's mouth and fingers made his nervous system fizz. Craig pulled his fingers out and ran his hand soothingly over Andrew's side. "Ready?"

"I'm as ready as you are."

"Talk to me okay? Tell me if it hurts."

Andrew breathed okay and Craig swallowed. It was just as amazing and wondrously scary for him as it was for Andrew. He was terrified of hurting him, but he couldn't wait to be in him, joined and together in way he'd never been before. "Okay…" He said, before he cautiously held the end of his cock at Drew's waiting opening and pushed in barely. Drew arched a little, then looked back, seeing the conflict in Craig's face. "Go on baby, please…"

With Andrew's verbal permission, Craig pushed in harder, feeling the ring of Drew's muscle breach and close around him, and he moaned at the tightness of it pushing around him. He heard Drew make a gasp and felt him tense up. "You feel so amazing baby." He said softly, stroking Drew's chest and nipples and licking his back.

Andrew wanted this badly. He wanted Craig to replace the bad rotten decay inside him and refill him with anything, this closeness, this comfort. He didn't mind the hurt so much, and when he felt Craig's hands on him, and his tongue on him, he was able to relax and sigh and flex his body and tell Craig to go on.

Craig did so, so slowly he wondered if he even moved, sucking a hickey on the top of Andrew's spine as he did. His hand ran down to Andrew's cock and he stroked it in time with his steady push in. He stopped when he was almost all the way in, panting hard, his arms and legs trembling like an over-worked racehorse. He reached with one hand to pull Andrew's hair back, turning his face with it, and kissing his mouth from over Andrew's shoulder. "Baby, are you okay? How does it feel?"

"You fill me up." Andrew panted, gasping, nearly sobbing from the feeling. "Oh god Craig, keep moving." He didn't know if it felt so good it flashed through him, or if it hurt places inside him nowhere near his physical body so much that it caused this buckling feeling, but whichever it was, he didn't want Craig to stop.

Craig made a decidedly hungry noise, and pulled back before rocking his hips forward into Andrew again. Andrew gripped the sheets hard in his fingers and groaned softly, and Craig swung back and lunged back in, kissing Andrew's skin and murmuring softly to him all the time. Andrew whimpered and reached an arm back to feel Craig, resting on his thigh and feeling the muscles in it tense like corrugated iron under his hand with each movement.

Craig sped up a little, the feeling in the ultimate pit of his insides winding out tight, like the backlash of a safety pin, forced into a place it didn't want to go. He reached around Andrew to take his cock and move his hand over it in opposite time to his thrusts, leaning in and sucking a hickey onto the back of his neck, biting gently often.

Craig was making noises that Andrew had never heard from his mouth before, ever. It was so strange to be finding parts of each other that had been hidden from them, like creases in a crumpled ball of paper. They were pulling each other apart and smoothing each other flat, hands running over all the secret twists and turns, and there was still so much left to trace.

Andrew gasped and moved his hips into Craig's fist, back onto his dick and felt so close. "Craig, I can't last…" He warned, and almost as if by command, his body tightened up and he came with a noise that sounded, and would forever remain, incomplete.

Craig felt Andrew come over his hand and moved it to Andrew's hip, moaning. He pulled Andrew back onto his dick and swore softly as he came inside him, almost forgetting that they were separated by a thing layer of Latex. He panted and lay heavy on Andrew's back. Andrew couldn't stay up and went down, Craig still on him like he was painted on.

Craig licked Andrew's shoulder blade, then turned his head again for another kiss. Andrew kissed Craig back, then took his hand, covered in his own come, and sucked his fingers clean.

Craig whimpered and took his hand back. "You're too much Drew." He told him, reaching down to gently pull out, rubbing Andrew's back soothingly as he did. "I'll be right back, okay?" He said, getting up to dispose of the condom, bringing some toilet roll back with him when he returned.

He gently turned Andrew over, then cleaned him up, taking his time over it as he interspersed kisses with cleaning swipes of the tissue. Andrew looked satiated, languid. He looked well-fucked and it was so damn hot on him. Craig cuddled up next to him, stroking the bruising love bites on his neck and shoulders and they kissed together like they needed air from each other to survive.

Craig didn't ask Andrew if he felt better, because he knew that a bout of vigorous sex wouldn't cure what was wrong with Andrew, but he was content to just lie there, his head on Andy's chest, listening to his heart live on. Andrew sighed and stroked Craig's hair. "That was…" He said, pausing to search for words.

Craig bailed him out. "Yeah, it was. How are you feeling?"

"Stretched." Andrew said with a laugh. "But good. We can definitely do that again."

Craig agreed, stroking Andrew's side absently. "Next time, you can be on top."

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Not sure where I wanna go next so, ideas?