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Debris	By : ginseng Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 1590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn't happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not know any of the members of Slipknot. I do not profit from these stories.

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Title: Debris
Author: ginseng
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shawn/Sid
POV: Shawn
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn’t happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not know any of the members of Slipknot. I do not profit from these stories.

It’s late and I’m home all-alone. I walk into the kitchen to get another beer when I see a familiar figure standing across the street by my neighbour’s car. I squint, trying to distinguish the thin frame from the shadows. Even though it’s late fall you’re only wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The cigarette smoke lingers around you when you exhale but I can clearly see the ink on your arms and how sloppily you’ve tied your sneakers. Like you were in a hurry.

The pale light from the street lamp makes your white t-shirt stand out from the darkened background and enhance the perfect silhouette where your neck meets your shoulders. You let your cigarette fall from the tight grip between your thumb and your index finger. It drops to the ground and you crush it decisively with the tip of your sneaker. The sad expression on your face hits me harder that all other impressions.

The window above the sink is ajar and I open it even wider.

“Sid?”

You look around, slightly confused. You don’t see me.

“Over here.” I crane my neck, trying to reach over the counter top.

You turn to the right and your eyes find mine. You walk across the street and stand on my front lawn. Out of the streetlight but closer to me I see how you hesitate.

“What’s up?” you ask and give me a small, trying smile.

“Not much. Wanna come in?”

“I don’t know…” You look to the left, at the single car parked in the driveway. “They’re out?”

“Yeah… Got beer…” I say and show you the bottle in my hand.

“Okay…”

The dewy grass muffles the sound of your steps as you wake to the door. You knock. I find that kind of funny since I already know you’re at the door. I open and let you in.

You stand right in front of me and I can’t do anything to stop the reaction your appearance has on my body.

“Don’t wanna impose or anything…” you mumble and stare at the carpet.

“You’re not imposing Sid.” I hand you the beer I grabbed when I passed the fridge on my way to the door.

Two large gulps and you relax a bit. The dismal look on your face still there. You look so troublesome, like you haven’t been kissed for a long time. Someone should tell you how beautiful you are. You deserve more than this. Still there’s nothing I can do to prevent what is about to happen. I wish I could be stronger, I wish I could resist. But I can’t, even though I know that this is not what your need. You need more and that I can’t give you. So I give you what I can.

“You cold?”

“Kind of…”

I close my arms around you and feel how my warmth spreads from my larger form to your freezing body. I watch how the hair on your arms flattens and feel how the small shivers finally subdue.

Without a word I lead you to the bedroom. You follow. When I let go of your hand you get into bed uncertainly. On your back. I lay down besides you. You open your mouth to say something but I place my finger on your lips, captures your words before they escape. No words can help us now.

“Sid, I’m going to take off your t-shirt.”

I take hold of the lining of your shirt and push it up, over your stomach. Inch by inch, over your chest. Slip it off and let it fall to the floor where it arranges itself into a sloppy pile right next to the bed. Your scent overpowers me. So close. So you. I burry my nose in the nape of your neck and breathe in deeply. Nourishing you completely.

My face merely and inch from yours and I feel your breath on my skin. You’re warm, hot, almost steaming. I open my lips, close my eyes and wait a millisecond before I kiss you. We meet. Tryingly at first, waiting but soon more passionate. Intense.

I push you off of me, sit up straight and straddle you. I regard you as you lay underneath me, on my bed. You look kind of surprised. Vulnerable in a very enticing way. So beautiful. This so wrong in so many ways but there’s no going back now. Your sharp collarbones and the arch they construct towards your slim chest. Inked arms, lean but strong hands and those limber fingers of yours. A tiny drop falls down our cheek, down your throat and onto your chest. I pray its sweat.

The way your muscle tense when you lift your upper body to get closer quench the last traces of resistance. I moisten my finger on your lips that were so cold before I kissed them. Tracing an invisible meridian down your neck, over your chest, past you right nipple, over you stomach until I reach the lining of you jeans, where the object of my journey hides. The edge of your boxers protrudes from under your jeans and your breathing quickens.

“You want me to…” I ask with a low voice though I already know the answer.

My hands find their way under the lining of your jeans. My index finger fondle the soft cotton before I sneak further down slowly, slowly closing around you with only the thin fabric separating me from you. You whimper and I can literally feel your heartbeats. So hard.

I unbutton the top button, then another one, and another one. My long hair brushes over your naked skin and you shiver when I touch you. I unbutton the last button and pull down your jeans a few inches, revealing the bulge beneath your underwear.

“You sure Sid?” I ask but do not wait for the response.

I caress you, watch you grow even harder, bigger. Listen to your soft moans. I take off your jeans and the boxers. Your hard on so close to my hungry lips. The glistening tip and your stretched skin makes you look like you can’t take much more. I sit up straight, tuck my hair behind my ear and take off my t-shirt then the rest of my clothes. Like always I get self-conscious. You’re so perfect and I’m just fat and old. I lack in looks but I’ve got plenty of experience. I know what you like and I will give it to you.

“You want me to suck you Sid?”

A desperate moan falls from your lips.

“I wanna feel you hard cock against my tongue. Taste you. Play with you. Take you deep… You want that Sid?”

“Please!” you moan.

I envelope your shaft with my fingers, closing tightly. Open my mouth and let the tip of my tongue moist my upper lip. You stare at my mouth and your breathing is strained.

“Just gonna touch you first…”

You whimper something inaudible.

I move my hand with long, slow strokes. Gradually quickening my pace. Measured jerking you off. Faster. Up and down. You tense muscles flex and I treasure the way you moan, pants and gasps for air. I can tell you’re mustering up all your willpower to keep yourself from coming. And right before I know you can’t take it much more I stop.

“No! Shawn! Please!”

But I won’t listen to your pleas. I let go. I brush my fingertip over your crown before I stick it in my mouth, devouring your taste. My hand falls from my mouth right down to my need. You watch me as I touch myself, fingering my hardened flesh, stroking. You know that it’s you that made me this hard. You know just how much I want you. You know how badly I want to be inside of you.

“Sid you want me inside?”

I keep stroking myself as I speak to you. I wish I could tease and tempt you with my body the way you do to me. But since I’m too old for that I use the asset that I know you love; my voice.

I lean over you, looking you straight in the eyes and tell you how much I want you. I describe just how good I’m gonna fuck you. I reach out and fetch the lube from the bedside drawer and say

“Gonna get you ready for me now Sid.”

My hands on each side of your beautiful body, slowly stroking your sides, passed your hips. You close your eyes, waiting for me. I grab your ass firmly. You got the most amazing ass, so firm. Like chiselled out from marble by some renaissance master. And right now it’s all mine. I can tell you’re enjoying the way you affect me, confident of how easily you turn me on.

I let one of my fingers explore the valley in between your cheeks, seeking my way towards your most private part. When I reach my goal I feel how you try to control your muscles, to relax. I reach for that necessary little tube. My hard on throbbing in need to burry myself deep inside of you.

Your tight heat is overwhelming. You relax gradually, muscles give away and willingly letting me in. Gratefully I push deep inside, all the way to the hilt, enjoying the way your muscles caress my hard cock so perfectly. It’s indescribable. The fact that I’m fucking you is the greatest turn on ever. That I have you so completely. That you let me do this to you makes me weak. I whimper involuntarily. As I pull out only to push inside again directly. Can’t take the feeling of loss for long. I begin to fuck you hard and fast.

Tiny shivers down my spine as I enter you all the way. Forcefull trusts. You’re so good. I barely get the chance to acknowledge how perfectly we fit together, that it always should be like this, in harmony, entangled, as one, sweaty, in love, when my peak hits me hard. An intense wave of pulsating release rips through my entire body.

Breathing heavily I withdraw and tuck my damp hair behind my ear. I watch you. Tiny beads of sweat dances down your forehead. Your skin almost glowing. Mouth semi-opened and your chest heaving. Your beautiful member twitching in need, I can tell you’re very close. Eye burning as I close in to give you what you need so badly.

I close my lips around you, letting my tongue explore you. Steadily I go down on you and you arch your back off the mattress. I bet your head is tilted back, maybe you’re biting your lower lip. You grab my tousled hair and press me even further down, silently begging for me to take you over the top. I comply, happily. You pleasure hits me hard and the salty taste fills my mouth.

We’re both on our backs, staring up at the ceiling. Breathing back to normal.

Ten minutes pass as I construct sentences in my head. Over and over again, trying to come up with a way to explain to you just how much you mean to me. But there’s nothing I can say. Or do. It’s too late. You’re already leaving.
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