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Harder To Breathe	By : Obsolescence Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 1379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Genre: Smut
Time: Golden Age Of Grotesque
Word count: 1432
Pairing(s): Pogo/Tim
Characters: Pogo & Tim
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: We all love to hate those complications.
Author Notes: Every review you give will go to the change the way Manson fan fiction is written fund. Thank you for your support and donation.
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The door cracked open, I decided to ignore it. I didn’t feel like being harassed. I had been here for four weeks, with nothing but being harassed. I kept my head phones on, cigarette between my lips, and continued to pretend that the magazine entertained me.

The mattress depressed, I continues to ignore who ever it was. I just wanted a bit of time alone. A hand came up and touched the side of my face. I reached up and tried to brush who ever it was away, hopefully they’d get the message to leave.

The hand moved but then moved on my back and started to poke at me. I rolled my eyes, and continued to try and ignore who ever it was. I had a guess, but if that was true ignoring him wouldn’t work. Quite suddenly, my ass got a firm smack. I yelped then yanked off my headphones.

“What?!” I turned at looked at the person connected to the hands. I knew it was Pogo.

“I’m bored.”

“Congrats, go hang out with your friends.”

“So were not friends?”

“No.”

“Your bitchy.”

“No shit. Can you leave?”

“But I’m bored!”

I growled and moved off the bed. Going to leave him and my room, so I didn’t have to deal with this. He grabbed my arm and pulled me on to his lap. I tried to pull away from him. His hands kept me there. I huffed and stopped struggling, he leaned me back against the bed, and started to poke at my stomach.

“God damn it, stop.” He just kept poking me. His hand moving to my side, tickling me. I started to flail, I was already annoyed, I didn’t need any more of that emotion. He stopped and then yanked up my shirt. I could feel myself blush. I tried to pull down my shirt, but he smacked my hand.

“You have something shiny.” I felt his fingers wrap around the metal of my piercing and pull on it. It took most of my will to hold in the gasp and moan that resulted from that touch. “It doesn’t come off.”

He seemed slightly annoyed by that fact and I could tell because he flipped me over of his lap. I mumbled into my comforter. He continues to poke me, hand running over my back.

"Tim I can feel that." I turned my head towards him, he had some very strange smile on his lips. I suddenly realized just what he was talking about. I think my eyes got as large as dinner plates, and as my face started to burn I buried it in the comforter.

"If you thought I was that sexy you just should have said something" He chuckled as he said it. "I would. . .Y'know, help you out." His hands were now at the waist band of my pants.

"It's just because of my piercing. Asshole." His hand reached under the thin amount of fabric. Fingertips running of the soft skin. Giving me goosebumps.

"Stop." My voice cracked. I said I would never sleep with another bandmate, that just complicates things.

"Okay." He removed his hand and flipped me back over. I had no place to hide my blush. He giggled, he resumed those slight fingertip touches across my stomach and chest. I couldn't help but squirm. This was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Fingers found my waistband again. In seconds the button and zipper were undone and fingers found their way underneath. I wanted to say something, anything, but my vocal cords ceased functioning.

I bit my lip trying not to squirm, I wasn't even sure if I wanted this, I didn't want to egg him on. Though that whole plan seemed to go out the window when his fingers grasped around the shaft of my cock, he gave it a few tight pumps and I started to move my hips attempting to get closer to his hand.

He pulled his hand from my pants and just as I was about to whine at him, he flipped me over again and yanked off my pants. He moved me to the bed and stood. I let out a whine I thought only the wind could hear.

“I’ll be back Tim, your impatient. And don’t touch yourself, kay?”

Again I huffed. Waiting for him to come back, but this gave me time to think about the situation. I shouldn’t be doing this, or even wanting this. He was a bandmate, a coworker. I tried this and look how that ended up? I should tell him to stop, and then go and take a shower.

The bed depressed again. I could feel the warmth of his skin so close to my thigh. Oh god he took off his own clothes. I resisted the urge to look at him. He reached up to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

It was now or never.

“Pogo?” There was a long moment of silence.

“Mmhmm?” His hand stroked my ass again.

“I think,” fingers moved further down “that” and pushed in. My thoughts forgotten, as his fingers scissored in and out of me at a tauntingly slow pace. I pushed my hips toward the fingers, begging him for more.

“What did you think Tim?” I made some sort of noise between a grunt and moan. His fingers slowly picked up pace curving and twisting inside of me. I couldn’t say no, I was too far gone in liking this.

Pushed against his fingers, wishing they could go deeper, he was close to that spot I could feel the quick brushes on the edges of that wonderful erogenous zone. I mumbled out a plea for more. And I was rewarded with another finger working it’s way inside me.

I pushed my hips up, and propped myself up on elbows. Rocking with the movement of his fingers. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me. I missed that feeling, I never realized how much I missed it.

I with half lidded eyes I looked back at him. Hoping he’d get the message he could go further. That I wanted him to. I stole my glance then of his engorged cock. Forcing my fantasies down as I dropped my head. If I started thinking like that, I would orgasm before I got anything more then fingers.

His fingers soon pulled out of me. His legs moved around mine. I could feel the heat from his groin so close to me. I whined again. His hand moved down to my chest and again tugged on that piece of jewelry that got us into this whole situation.

I had no warning as he angled himself and then the push inside me. I about collapsed as I got my first real cock in a year. His hips met with my backside. He let out a growl. Index and thumb still tugging and playing with my nipple ring.

I pushed myself up to my hands moving my hips back and forth for him. His hand moved off my chest and rested against my back. Then the rapid thrusts came. I dropped my head down, panting into my arm, listening to him breath and make his growl moans. His cock buried deep inside. Stroking that sweet spot over and over. This shouldn’t feel this good, I won’t last long. By now our noises were tangling in mid air. Mixing with those wet noises and flesh of flesh smacks.

His paces slowed once more, but nothing like those terrible teasing thrusts that he graced me with earlier. His hand wrapped around my chest while the other did the reach around grasping firmly on to my swollen cock.

“Oh gud.” Firm stokes of his hand up and down my shaft. I could feel the electricity shoot up my spine and back down making me twitch. I wasn’t long for this world.

His lips met my shoulder blade with a nip then a kiss. My body tensed. I clenched my teeth to stop my lower lip from shaking. I mumbled his name and I came. Vision blinded and my arms lost their ability to support me. And he made his final thrusts. His come pooling inside me.

He moved his arms from around me, after he set me down on the bed.

He rolled off of me and grabbed my pack of cigarettes and lit one.

“See, you ask and you receive.” He smiled at me. I could feel that blush again.

This was going to get really complicated really fast.

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