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Happy (late) birthday xOhStopItYou <3
There was something weird about holding a man’s hand. It filled more of Lorn’s fist, felt somehow… different, like the difference between gripping a small tit and a bigger tit. The sensation is different, but awesome in both cases.
Lorn was comparing Verger’s hand with boobs and the date had only just began.
They were walking down an alley made of stands selling all sorts of junk since it was garage sale day. Whenever the two friends would pass an acquaintance, Lorn would try and free his hand only for Verger to squeeze it, but no one frowned at them, just brushed it off as a silly joke.
Troy, however, chose to look into the case. The fact that he was, in turn, holding a girl by the hand made things slightly awkward.
“Look at you…” he said calmly with a half smirk, on the side of his beauty mark. “I’d say I’m surprised, but not after seeing you guys at Nigel’s party.”
“Why don’t you go poke Liam’s glasses.” Verger teased, at which the blond scoffed faintly.
“What does that mean?” Troy’s girl companion asked with a thin lowered eyebrow and a confused smile.
“Beats me, I don’t speak fággot.” Troy blinked slowly and started walking, with a pat on Verger’s chest. “See you tomorrow at streetball.”
The two friends kept walking, the air a little thicker than before. Lorn risked a glance at Verger and, as expected, saw a sad smile aimed at himself, as if he was trying to cheer himself up.
He squeezed his hand a little. “You know he wouldn’t have called you that if he knew you actually are one.” Verger gawked at him and Lorn stuttered. “I meant gáy, not f- shít. You get what I’m saying.”
“Yes.” Verger breathed out. “I know, it just ah. Don’t know, it strikes a cord.” he glanced down at his big skate shoes.
Lorn sighed deeply, glanced left and right to check for anyone he knew. The street being small and all, he met a couple gazes, but they weren’t of significance, and so he quickly bent and planted a peck on his friend’s cheek.
Pecks… he had the feeling he’d come off as less gáy if he straight up kissed him, pecks felt just ridiculously childish. But it did the job, he watched with a grin as Verger’s nose scrunched up and a smile forced itself on his lips.
“You smooth bastard.” Verger said, glance stolen by a nearby stand with rows upon rows of miniature figurines, placed on a wooden shelf on top of a table.
“I bet you’re about to get smoother…” Lorn murmured wearily when Verger tugged him there with a glint in his eyes.
“Why’d you give all of those away?” Verger curiously asked the old man. “It looks like a lovely collection.
“Ah, my wife’s saying I should let the war go.” he murmured, glancing at the tiny soldiers. “I suppose it annoys her whenever I recreate scenes…”
“You… you were in a war…?” Lorn asked.
“Yes, right by Hitler’s horse.” he moved his left arm behind his back, about to raise the other before Lorn gently kept him from it. “Here, I’ll show you.” he bent over the shelf just in time for Verger to snatch his hand away. “Here’s me and here’s him and here’s Napoleon Bonaparte, great pal. Oh, but where could the white horse be? Must’ve sold it. So we come from East with grenades between our clattering teeth…”
The two friends were well away by then, snickering between themselves like two little punks.
“I swear, just when I thought I saw everything in Viscount Street…”
“Not even I saw it all.” Lorn said, letting Verger take hold of his hand again. He needn’t even glance to know him grinning. “Speaking of which, have you been on the hills?”
Verger raised his eyebrows curiously.
Their street was at the very edge of the city, and on that side it ended with long, voluminous hills and rich vegetation. The two friends went on the first one that came into view, stopping at its middle next to an old, massive tree that covered them like a huge umbrella of leaves. Next to that tree, to their left, there was a long ditch that must’ve been a river once.
Only once sitting on the grass, facing the city did Lorn notice how romantic the whole scenery was. Buildings stood as tall and mutilated as ever, dark and glaring. Their angle made them look like a frozen tsunami ready to approach them, with dirty brown bricks instead of water.
That may not sound romantic in the average way. It’s that sort of romance a mob of people experiences in a dark situation like storms or just a creepy environment. Gives them the feeling of wanting to cuddle closer, and inside there’s this bubbly happy feeling that has no explanation or relevance considering the atmosphere.
That’s what the two friends felt, and so Lorn found himself shoulder-to-shoulder with Verger, who was taking out of his pocket the figurines stolen.
“You did not hold back.” Lorn observed the eight little things. Three soldiers, the white horse, two guns and two goats (?).
“I am so happy!” Verger whispered while observing a soldier, the green kind everyone has as a kid. “I’ll be this one, you’ll be that.” he pointed at a soldier with a grenade in hand, eternally ready to throw.
“But I want to be the one you have.” Lorn teased. “It has a gun.”
Verger frowned at him slightly, then handed him it and picked up the one he’d suggested.
“Since you’re so willing to change, I’ll bet that one’s cooler…” Lorn murmured. “I take it back.” he took it and made no move to return the other one.
Verger sighed and picked the remaining one, which was knelt down and aiming with no gun in hand. He fixed that by attaching one.
“Ooh, that’s cool, I wanna.” Lorn said.
“You know what, you be the fuçking goat!” Verger complained, handing him the grey animal. Lorn laughed characteristically, eyebrows arched and eyes widen.
“Great, fine.” Lorn stretched out his legs, propped himself on a stretched arm and made the goat hop through the tall grass that must’ve looked to the figurine like a 10 storey hamburger would look to Lorn. “Day six. They have yet to know I’m a spy goat infiltrated into their camp.”
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“You did what!” Verger yelled passionately.
“I did it with the horse, Harry, and I hadn’t had a word in it, it just took me like an animal, oh the memories!” Lorn wailed while keeping the goat down with its legs up. “Horsers boners get to one meter long did you fuçking know that Harry ’cause I do now!”
“Oh, Alfrederick Augusts the Third! You helpless fool!” Verger’s soldier shook with every syllable. “I will avenge your vírginity on the battlefield.”
“First take my milk and make cheese to feed the children-“
“What’s it with you and the obsession of milk leaving your body?” Verger directed that at Lorn, gawking.
“I prefer not to speak about it.” Lorn said melodramatically.
Verger laughed, head rolled back to let the leaves above draw shadows on the canvas that was his skin. Then he lowered it to present wet eyes and lips, the result of his healthy laughter.
“You.” he shook his head. “You are the scientific proof that eggs mustn’t be consumed raw.”
Lorn pouted, waving an angry arm that sent every figurine tumbling down. Verger snickered and got on gathering them, as to not let them disappear between mother earth’s strands of hair.
“You know…” he said once every figurine was aligned military in all their random stupidity. “This is my best date ever.”
“And this is the scientific proof that straights are more awesome dates than gáy are!” Lorn deduced.
“Want to know a fun fact?” Verger asked with a fake toothy grin. “We orgasmed together the day before yesterday.”
Lorn stared at him blankly. “See, I can actually justify that.”
Verger settled himself like a parent would when awaiting a teenager’s explanation for the ‘milk spilled on the pillow’.
“See, when I fight people and win, I get… I get relatively hard, or massively hard, depending on the challenge, and it’s all because of the dominance I feel over them, really. It’s just that.” Lorn waved a hand. “And then you went and professionally took care of it like the considerate gáy friend you are.”
Verger was smiling slightly, an eye squinted. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You guessed it, Verger went and smacked Lorn’s lips with his own. Lorn remained propped on his arms, legs stretching frontwards from their bent position, while Verger was leaned into him sideways, a thumb absentmindedly scratching the man’s chin stubble.
Only after several seconds did Lorn react. He meant to sigh in distress but it came out shaky, only then Lorn realizing his chest was far too deflated to go and breathe out in the first place.
Verger pursed his lips with a smooch and opened them again, his nose pressing into Lorn’s as he went to switch sides, but the man pulled back.
“I- no.”
“Come on, we agreed that this one day we’d act like a couple to see if it could work, and if not we keep on our marry way.”
“We did not talk such nonsense! I didn’t agree to shít!” Lorn exclaimed.
“Oh. Well I was gonna bring it up at some point.”
“Why’d you suggest that it could work? Why would you want it to work!?”
Verger raised his eyebrows and sat up, pulling his legs closer. He scoffed, looking at him incredulously. “Must I spell it out for you?”
Lorn gawked at him, then aimed it at the city. “Shut up!”
“I fancy you, Lorn.”
“No you don’t.”
“Seriously? How can you not notice! I- where do I even begin?”
“You like me?” Lorn wailed. “I just thought you had the hots for me like you’d have the hots for your cousin and know it’s not an option!”
“No.” Verger scooted closer, hugging Lorn with both arms and pressing their heads together. Then, he inched his nose closer and closer to the man’s, who frowned ahead while discreetly moving his head away.
“Stop, it’s weird when we do that.”
“Kiss?”
Lorn rolled his eyes. “That.”
“How’s it weird! It’s kissing, big deal.”
“I don’t mean weird in a… mental sense, I mean… I mean my chest does this thing, I hate it.” Lorn rubbed his solar plexus. “Like when a random porn mental image pops up and fuçks with your breath.”
“You get the tingles, Lorn? Show me where you get the tingles…” Verger cooed.
“Here, I get the tingles here.” Lorn pointed at his chest and Verger rubbed it for him with the heel of his palm. Lorn scoffed and shoved him away. “Well it’s gone now.”
Verger smiled faintly, then sighed and rolled his head back to glance at the cloudy sky. He closed his eyes and his back arched a little, mouth parting slightly. “Hmmm…”
“What the fuçk are you doing?”
“Oh so you mean those tingles… yeah they’re weird.” he laughed, scratching his chest. Then he hunched frontwards a little. “Hmmmmmmm…”
“What the fuçk are you doing?”
“Imagining us have séx.” Verger breathed out, tilting his head to the right and gaping. “No Lorn my nípples are sensitive…” he whispered.
Lorn angrily got up and angrily dragged him by the shoulders towards the edge of the hill.
“Dude! Dude!” Verger whined, but his friend managed to push him down and shove him away. Verger was just about to roll down like a log, but with struggle he managed to stop the inertia, stand up and throw himself at Lorn before running backwards.
And down they went.
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“Most fuçked up date ever.” Lorn murmured, gripping his upper arm.
“I wonder if I’d be this bruised after séx with you.”
“You bet your ass you would.” Lorn snapped, looking around the relatively crowded street. He noticed a butchery and licked his lips. “I’m hungry, steal some meat.”
Verger followed his gaze to see a meat shop straight out of creepy movies. It was at the ground level of a building, the shop’s tentative white standing out ugly since the rest of the building was brown bricked.
“I’m sensing some Green Butchers shít going on there, baby.”
“It sounds so wrong on your mouth to address that to me!” Lorn said, his neck contracted and fists waving in frustration like he was a hungry gorilla. “Now go get me meat.”
“You were serious about not paying for shít, huh.” Verger sighed, taking hold of his hand and leading him into the alley by the butchery.
The back of the building was relatively spacious, with two big dumpsters to the right and a stone wall to the left, above which a chain link fence seemed to be taming bushes from spilling over.
Verger pulled Lorn all the way to the short row of stairs leading to the backdoor, and they both crouched down. The kleptomaniac looked left and right, then froze and just listened, eyes glued on Lorn’s.
Once he made sure everything was good, Verger held up two parallel fingers and waved them towards the door in a military fashion. They both went up the stairs as silently as possible, and then Verger pressed an ear to the metal door.
He opened it just enough for one to fit and entered, Lorn on his trail. When they observed that the storage room was empty, they both stood up and glanced around with matching wicked grins.
There were chunks of meat slightly swinging by hooks and bloody utensils lying about the place, with stains of similar color on the walls and floor.
“This is so dope.” Lorn snickered, venturing in. But then a heavy door scraped the floor slowly and he hurried next to Verger, crouched down by a food trolley.
They stared each other in the eyes as they listened the slap of shoes on sticky floor, hints of grins on their faces. At one point Verger pecked the air and Lorn, in the adrenaline of it all, pecked the air too, with a silent snicker to go.
Once the butcher walked away, Verger stood up and went to a counter from which he chose, naturally, a thread of smoked sausages. Lorn just shook his head and opened the door, holding it open for his friend before leaving as well.
Outside they finally laughed, and Lorn swatted Verger’s head. “Sausages! You just had to!”
“To compensate for the wiener in your pants.” Verger teased, spinning the thread as he glanced left and right. “What’s there?” he dangled the sausages towards the stone wall.
“Just some grass and then a cemetery.”
“See? Green Butchers, only they don’t bother killing people but rob freshly buried ones.” Verger shrugged, taking a bite of what he just claimed to be corpse flesh.
Lorn rolled his eyes and climbed the stone wall, then took the meat from Verger so that he could follow. Once his friend jumped the chain link fence, he passed him the sausages through a loop. Verger didn’t cease to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively as he pulled the string one his side.
Once they were both on the other side, seated on the root of a tree that had gotten so far out of earth it could be considered a bench, they got on eating.
“Hey Lorn-“
“No I won’t share a sausage with you.”
“Come, on!” Verger drew out. “It’s a date.”
Lorn scoffed. “Date… we played with dolls on a hill then rolled down to our deaths before stealing meat from a butchery and sitting near a cemetery consuming it.”
“Sharing it.” Verger corrected, holding up a smoked sausage with a pout to go.
Lorn sighed and took a bite from one side, watching his friend do the same. They laughed stupidly for a few seconds, then Verger moved first- and last, because Lorn watched in horror as he went and slowly deep-throated the thing.
“You disgusting bastard!” Lorn exclaimed around his side of sausage, and Verger grinned, breathing heavily through his nose. Then he finally pecked Lorn’s lips and moved away with his share of meat.
Lorn watched pained as he slid the thing out with saliva on its trail, choking towards the end. Verger wiped his mouth and scrunched up his face. “Whoa, I feel the taste in my lungs.”
“You-” Lorn was interrupted by the sight of Verger consuming the saliva coated sausage. “Fuçking ew, Verger. Just ew.”
The man grinned sheepishly in return. “It’s what I do!” he said lightly, then glanced forwards. “Man… I can’t wait for us to have séx.” he said with a gentle sigh.
Lorn offered a violent sigh. “I hope you can wait because it ain’t happening soon.”
“I would moan so bad.” Verger continued, his eyes closed but mouth continuing to munch. “Lionel’s name, so that you’d get angry.”
“I’d punch your jaw.”
“Hmmmmmm..”
“Freak.” Lorn shook his head. “You seriously into that kind of stuff?”
Verger opened his eyes and moved his lips to the side. “Kinda sorta… but I mean, it’s not like I had a choice.”
“What does that mean?”
“I mean.” Verger scoffed, glancing around. “Men of Viscount Street aren’t all too gentle. It got to it one way or the other.”
“It got to…”
“Yeah!” Verger shrugged.
“They’d punch you during it!”
“That or throttle or…” he shrugged once again. “Whatever. But it’s fine, I’ve enjoy it now.”
“Shut up!” Lorn exclaimed.
“You don’t like anything of the sort?” Verger asked bluntly. “I mean you punch people for a living, for fuçk’s sake.”
Lorn squinted his eyes and took a big bite of sausage to occupy himself. After a while he shrugged, scraping the dusty ground with his heel. “I let Julie and Lea do some pretty weird stuff to me but it never got to bruises.” Lorn froze in thought. “Not always, anyway.”
“Oh, the… trio deal.”
“Yeah…” Lorn continued scraping the ground, a hole steadily forming.
“Julilea.” Verger laughed. “Sounds like a planet.”
“It’s what I called them!” Lorn said with a faint smile. “Julilea, come to bed… Julilea, let’s watch a movie… Julilea, I’m hungry…”
Lorn stopped with a frown aimed at the ground, and Verger leaned closer to him. “What?”
“It’s just, now that I finally think back on it, -and I’ve been avoiding doing just that- I realize that… I always thought them to be my babies when in fact I was theirs.”
Verger patted his friend’s shoulder, secretly meaning to wipe his hand on his hoodie. “How long have you been a thing?”
“Two months.”
“Um.”
“No, you don’t understand, each and every day and night were… endlessly amazing.” Lorn pouted involuntarily. “Man, I still can’t believe they dumped me.”
“Dikes.” Verger groaned. “I let one fuçk me with a strap-on dildo once.”
Silence settled for the longest time, until Lorn blinked and gazed at his friend. “And?”
Verger smiled thinly. “And what? That’s all.”
“Stupid.”
“Fool.”
“Lousy.”
“Wanker.”
“Slag.”
“Chav.”
“Prat.”
“Wazzock.”
“Knob.”
“Parquet.”
“Plank.”
“Brick.”
“Piñata.”
Verger growled and knocked their heads together. “Shít!” he rubbed at the injured spot while Lorn laughed at his failure.
“Man, I love you.” Lorn bumped his shoulder, then ate what was left of his last sausage.
“I love you too.” Verger said, eyes trained on the meat. “Julilea did not deserve you.”
Lorn peeked at him from the corner of his eyes. “And those abusive assholes didn’t deserve you.”
Verger smiled, waited for Lorn to finish eating, and scooted closer to peck his jaw. Lorn glanced at him, smirked involuntarily and looked away.
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“So I was thinking…” Verger mumbled faintly, seeming to be more focused on Lorn than said train of thoughts. The man was changing in one of Verger’s wife beaters, and it obviously clung on him like… a beaten wife. To top it off, it was black, and black on Lorn was like chocolate syrup on pancakes.
“You were thinking…” Lorn trailed off questioningly and sat on his friend’s bed.
“Um.” Verger took a breath and glanced away. “Right, I was thinking we could make this date 2% normal and end it with something most dates end with.”
Lorn lied down, the teddy bear angling his torso so that he was almost sitting up. “We’re not having séx.”
Verger laughed stupidly. “I was going to propose a movie but now that you bring it up…” he climbed on the bed and, on his fours, approached the man.
“No.” Lorn chuckled once he found himself straddled by Verger. “Get off.”
“I’ll get off soon.” Verger said.
“You and your dumb puns, I swear.” Lorn’s voice trailed off upon seeing the man lean down, towards him. “Verger…”
“Shhhh.” Verger’s nose was touching his by then. “Just a peck.” and then he stole Lorn’s lips in a smooch followed by many others, his body bending after the man’s movements of retreat.
“You fuçk.” Lorn sighed against his lips only to get on returning the kisses as vigorously.
That encouraged Verger into running his hands up the man’s chest before gripping his hair. He even let himself moan that same hum he did earlier when imagining them do what they were doing now. Sure, his daydreams were more modest concerning clothing, but.
Only once he made sure Lorn was deep enough into this to not loose him once interrupting the pattern, Verger moved his lips lower and travelled the path of his jawline.
“Verger…” Lorn breathed out, and the man raised up to press their noses together.
“You still set on breastfeeding?”
“Shut up-“
Verger was already raising his wife beater eagerly. Lorn just watched, knowing too well that if he was to put up a fight he’d win, and stopping this would result in an awkward after-moment. Yes, he was telling himself that was the only reason he wasn’t stopping his friend.
But then said friend was sucking and licking on his nípple, toying with the other with a hand while the second was scratching the man’s scalp.
Lorn rolled his head back with some barely restrained noise and when the ceiling didn’t prove to be distracting enough he tried to look out the window at the stars, only for them to go blurry with each flick of the tongue and pinch of the fingers.
“Verger…”
But that time it didn’t sound like a threat, so Verger took it upon himself to move his lips on the other nípple, while moving his hand down the man’s torso, all bumpy from his contracting muscles.
Lorn suppressed little spasm from the coldness that pinched his free nípple, but then he froze completely upon feeling his best friend’s fingers slip under the waist of his boxers.
He didn’t even comment, just let the man jerk him off with cooperative thrusts of the hips of his own. His right nípple was still receiving attention, and together with the nails scratching his scalp, Lorn felt himself easily give up all restrain and moan.
Verger raised up and loomed over Lorn, his face surrounded by pitch black strands of hair, eyes distant and shoulder moving jerkily.
“As much as I appreciated that…” Verger said breathlessly, then stole a smooch. “I prefer the baby bottle.”
“Wha?” Lorn came to Earth too late because the man already slid away, bent down over his lower regions.
Lorn made a sound as if he was in pain, his back arching as he reached an arm behind to grip the teddy bear desperately. His other hand gripped a fistful of Verger’s hair and lowered his head while his hips went up, and he clenched his teeth to keep from coming.
But then the man’s tongue started moving despite his head remaining at the bottom of his junk. It shamelessly massaged the thick vein, and each stroke brought Lorn closer until he eventually gave up, forgetting to let go of his friend’s head, or warn him at that.
So when Verger rose up with a layer of cum on his lips, a thread dangling obscenely, Lorn didn’t even have the right to be mad about it. Despite that, he shook his head threateningly.
“Don’t you dare swallow…” he wheezed, simply exhausted, enough to remain helpless as the man went and kissed him, sharing the come.
Lorn shuddered violently once he impulsively swallowed and jerked away, coughing.
“Fuçking disgusting!”
Verger gulped, too, and licked his lips before letting them stretch into a grin.
“It’s good for you.”
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(yas chapter 3 reference) (also thanks everyone for the names, I chose Julie from Love_Write_211 and Lea from LavaCrossing. I’ll use the rest for oncoming chapters/stories, each name is noted down ^_^)
Mmmm yep that is a thing that occurred 🙂 What do you think about this chapter? :’D
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