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Something special	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Neil awoke the next morning with the driving headache he had invented the night before. The irony seemed to fit his situation. He blinked; the light was much too bright even though the blinds were still shut. He wondered how Stefan would react to the whole matter this morning. Somehow he did not want to get up. He did not want to face the kid. He did not want to see the disgust on his face.
Before he could make up his mind about how he should handle the unavoidable confrontation with his young friend, the door flew open and his boyfriend stormed in.
“Where the hell have you been last night?” Dean demanded. “I was waiting for you the whole night, wasn’t fun, you know how difficult it is to take some hours off work! Oh, and your little boy is off.”
Neil sat up and regarded his lover with a mixture of weariness, annoyance and guilt. He would have liked the opportunity to speak to Stefan, to apologise maybe but Dean was demanding his entire attention right now.
“Yes, good morning to you, too,” he sighed. “I told you that it was Ian’s party yesterday and as you didn’t want to come I went with Steve.”
“Yeah, I should have known. You like his company better than mine these days.
Is he a good fuck at least?”
“Oh please, Dean, don’t be pathetic! There is nothing going on between me and Steve,” Neil replied, ignoring the ring of truth that the first part of Dean’s remark had.
“I told you at least a hundred times and I also told you that the boy is straight.
And 18. And I am not a fucking paedophile even though you seem to think just that.”
He was close to shouting, feeling the anger rise in him, thankfully quenching the rush of guilt. He was on his feet now, feeling slightly silly that he was still in his pyjamas while Dean was fully dressed in front of him.
Dean said nothing and just grinned his typical self-assured, devil-may-care grin that used to drive Neil crazy with love and desire. The desire was still there, Neil noted grimly but his love was fading quickly. There had been too much betrayal, too many games and lies. He had felt humiliated too often and he did not want to give his lover the upper hand on him again. He did not want to be dependent on something he grew to despise.
“Go on, old man,” Dean teased. “I like you best when you’re furious with me. You’re hot then.”
“Just then, hmm?” Neil joined in their little game, although some part of his brain was wondering why he was about to let this happen. He knew he was going to get his fingers burned but right now this was just what he wanted.
“Especially then,” Dean grinned, eyeing Neil up and down in a very provocative manner.
Neil felt his body respond, the anger he felt mixed with his regret and want for Stefan only adding to his growing desire. He closed the distance between them and kissed Dean hard, forcing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth. He was pushed back almost immediately, which send him stumbling backwards.
“I don’t have time for this,” Dean hissed, already unzipping the fly of his jeans.
“Turn around if you want me.”
Neil did as he was told, lying face down on the unmade bed, pyjama pants carelessly tossed aside. He knew what was to come next and spread his legs in preparation. Dean said nothing more but Neil could hear his breathing get more and more laboured as his lover was pumping his own cock to a full erection. He knew the steps for their so-called love-making by heart, like one knows the motions of a pantomime. Dean would stroke himself to full size and hardness, then he would reach for the lubricant inside of bedside table, he would prepare Neil, roughly shoving two, then three fingers into him and then…There it was, the typical pain he felt when Dean entered him; the pain he had come to somehow associate with sex, with Dean, with love. These days Dean did not give Neil the time to get used to the intrusion, no time to relax and let the pain pass. These days Dean drove right in, pumping frantically from the start, fucking him hard and deep and carelessly.
For some reason Neil was half on his knees now, resting part of his weight on his elbows. He was moving with Dean’s rhythm, meeting the pushes only too eagerly. He heard himself moan and suppressed a shudder. He wished it would stop, he wished he could make Dean stop, he didn’t want to allow himself to be used like that, he wanted… He wanted to come, he wanted, he wanted…, he wanted Stefan.
He felt himself going over the edge, shaking uncontrollably, repeating Dean’s name over and over again whereas in mind he was screaming for Stefan. He came violently and then the world blackened out around him for a few blessed seconds.
When everything came back into focus, the first thing he realised was the emptiness. Dean had pulled out. The last part of the pantomime had begun. Dean was rubbing himself again, standing over Neil so that he would spread his sperm right over the older man’s back. Neil felt the hot liquid hitting his skin, cooling rapidly, leaving him feeling sticky and awful. He choose not to say or do anything, he was not up to facing his boyfriend now. So he lay there motionless, pretending to be asleep, listening to Dean’s panting. He heard how the younger man zipped his fly again and then his footsteps leading away from the bed and the door fall shut with a bang.
No, Dean did not give a damn if he was asleep or not. But right now Neil did not have the strength to put up with the dominating bastard his boy had become. He felt tears burning in his eyes but what good would it do to cry? He would have to get through this somehow; he would have to find the strength to end this before he got hurt even more, before he gave Dean too much power.
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