Black Hurricane

I head straight for the elevator.Alex was driving when we came, but I was going to walk straight back.The road is not too far.Two bouncers stared at me as I strode past them and pressed the elevator button.Then there is no play no more waiting.All I needed was to get out of there as soon as possible, especially after the door slammed and I saw Dean walking towards me.

"Jace." He put a hand on my shoulder.I shook it off immediately and kept pressing the elevator button. "Please, listen to me."

"Go away," I growled, and the elevator finally began to climb. 1st floor...2nd floor...3rd floor...stopped.Hold!

"Just give me five minutes, please."

I pursed my lips tightly and said nothing, trying my best to keep his voice out of my ears.Should I take the stairs?Forget it, Dean will follow my ass, and it will be more tormenting to have him trailing behind me for such a long way.Or the elevator is faster.

"I'm sorry." He said it as if he meant it.This bastard.

The elevator descended back down again, and I had to start pressing buttons again and again, and Dean continued to pester me.

"I've done a lot of shit to you, I know. I'm really sorry, but I can explain. Someone bumped into us the other day when we were having sex, okay? A neighbor. That doesn't count as me being shit on you though excuse, but..."

Finally, an elevator slowly ascended to the top floor.

"He told my dad about it. My dad didn't believe it at first, but then he ransacked my room and...he beat me up, and I promised him I wouldn't do it again, but... "

The elevator is only five floors away.My heart was beating so fast, the blood pounding made my head throb.

"You... I really had no other choice then"

"You used me, you fucking used me over and over again," I said through gritted teeth, staring intently at the ever-increasing numbers in the elevator. "I'm 14, you shameless bastard. I'm a kid. You have no idea what you've done to me."

The elevator door dinged open.

"Then tell me." He grabbed my arm tightly to prevent me from entering the elevator.

His face was tense, his hands were clenched, and there was pain in his green eyes that I couldn't read.He's acting—he never cared about me.

That warning in the bathroom wasn't the end of the story.Not long after that, he started pushing me over and over in the locker room, in the bathroom, in the gym warehouse.Every time I do my best, because I thought I was in love with him.God, I was so fucking stupid.He fucked me again and again, but never let me fuck him.He said he wasn't old enough to try getting fucked.Besides, just because I keep making shameful noises, he also said that I like to be the recipient just by looking at it.While this was going on and on, I kept thinking of him as my boyfriend even though he wouldn't do anything with me except fuck me.

"I'm leaving," I said as the elevator doors were about to close, but he pulled me back and wouldn't let me step in.We are similar in physique, so we pulled a lot.I gritted my teeth and growled for him to let me go, but he kept pulling me back.When I finally got to the elevator door, the door was closed and started descending to the hall.

I pressed my forehead against the cold metal door, panting heavily.Dean pressed against my back, his forehead against the back of my head.He loosened his arms a little, then wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.It feels good to have him here.There is also a sense of familiarity.He was always rude during sex, but not afterwards.He often hugs me tenderly afterwards and whispers sweet words in my ear.He would caress me and kiss me, and finally smooth his clothes so I wouldn't tell anyone.All these hypocrisy are just to pave the way for the next time I will be pushed down in a small corner where there is no one.

I closed my eyes in pain, letting the memory flow into my mind.When I felt that he was hard behind me, I quickly shook his arms and pushed him away.

"What the hell are you trying to get by blocking me here, huh?" I raised my hands and lowered them.I didn't know what I wanted to do. I walked to the left, only to realize that Eric and the others were on the right. When I turned around and wanted to go to the right, I fell into Dean's arms, and he held me tightly. Hug tightly.I let him hug me, only because my mind hadn't turned yet, and being so close to him made it harder for me to think clearly.God, what a jerk he was.Why can't he let me go.

"I've never been able to forget you, okay." He said tremblingly, hugging me tighter. "I want you"

I chuckled. "You mean you want to fuck me. Just with that old love?"

"No." He held my hand up with one hand and met my gaze. "I want to be with you. I want us to get to know each other again. I want us to do it all over again."

Bah, what a sweet talk.He is going to pour me some ecstasy soup now, so that I will be fascinated.Humph, it doesn't work this time.I don't have feelings for him anymore.At least not the feeling he was hoping for.

But his eyes were so serious that he spoke almost angrily. "Now that I've found you, I won't let you go again."

Well, another sweet talk.Cliché, but not his usual textbook fluff for quick fixes.When I was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to say or what to do, he had already leaned closer, his eyes fixed on my lips.I couldn't turn my head away as his kiss lightly fell on my cheek.Just such a moist, warm kiss stung my whole body like electricity, making me want to hit him with a baseball bat.

I broke free and walked toward Eric's room, but I can't remember which one.I really, really need a cigarette.But I guess I don't need to smoke anymore, because a familiar sweet smell is spreading in the air.

In the sitting area directly across from me sat two men, sharing a joint.I hadn't seen them before, nor noticed the smell, so they must have come here after I came out.Dean was walking towards me, not too fast, because I couldn't get back to the elevator now anyway.To get him out of the way, I sat down and held out my hand to the two men.

One of the men with dyed blue hair exhales a puff of cigarettes, a lazy smile hangs from the corner of his mouth.He handed me the cigarette and I took a deep breath, staring at Dean the whole time.Dean stopped and crossed his arms across his chest.

"You know, this stuff kills your brain cells"

I shrugged and exhaled the smoke. "It's okay, I have more brain cells. Forget that I'm a 'child genius'? Does the smell of smoke make you sick?"

He was leaning against the wall, his black hair hanging beside his handsome face, his sexy eyes were fixed on the cigarette.

He is not sorry.I mean, how could he?He had just told Eric he had no regrets.He also shamelessly insists that he wrote The Whore of Hades.He was nothing but plagiarism and plagiarism.This is his virtue.God, he makes me so angry.Maybe I should take Kal-El's advice and get back at Dean once and for all.He deserves my revenge, not only for what he did to me before, but for what he says and does now.

After taking another puff of my cigarette, I handed him to the blue-haired man.Dean just stood there motionless while I walked up to him and sprayed the smoke in his face.

"So, which is your room?"

He opened his mouth in surprise.Then he cleared his throat, lifted his chin and pointed in the direction of the corridor.

"Okay, let me talk to Eric first."

I found a concerned Eric at the bar and told him I was fine.Then I left the room with Eric's high-tech phone, opened the directory and quickly found where the shooting function was.

Dean was standing in the doorway of the room at the end of the corridor.There is a spacious living room and a small kitchen as soon as you enter the door, and there are three doors on the other side.Before I could figure out what was behind those three doors, Dean pushed me against the wall and put his lips on mine.

His fiery lips locked mine tightly, and I moaned and resisted, trying to push him away with my hands.I didn't intend to kiss.I don't want to kiss either.He clasped my waist with one hand, and clasped the back of my head with the other, holding me tightly.My refusal gradually turned into pandering, and my fingers caressed his vest.He took a deep breath and kissed me again, his wet tongue brushed against my tightly closed lips.Make my brain dizzy for a while.If I opened my mouth, I would forget why I did it.

But my lips parted involuntarily, and his tongue was smoother than I remembered.He squeezed his legs between mine and rubbed his crotch against me.

He's trying to get over me.That won't work unless I fuck him first.

I flipped us out of position with all my might, kissing him without stopping, and pushed him against the wall where I was.He was whimpering, I was panting, and the battle between our tongues became more intense, just like this, the kiss was so passionate that it seemed like the end of the world would be in 5 minutes.His hands run up and down my waist, our lips parting only briefly when he removes my T-shirt.He was panting heavily, his fingers gently stroking my chest, and stopped when he touched the leather necklace hanging around my neck, with a red feather hanging from the necklace.

"I like it," he said, stroking the feather.His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, and there was bottomless lust in his eyes.The sight moved me, I've never been so sexually aroused in my life.

With a low growl, I tore off his vest, stroked his chest, pushed him against the wall, and kissed his lips fiercely.He caters to every twitch of my tongue and every stroke of my crotch.Our lips parted and I tasted his neck with my lips and teeth, and he let out a trembling sigh in my ear.

"Oh my God, Jace," he murmured, leaning his shoulders against the wall, arching his back and turning his long neck to one side, making it easier for me to kiss.

God, the taste of his lips was so heady, and his skin—his sweat—was more of a mind-numbing aphrodisiac.Our crotches find a beat rubbing against each other.His fingers ran down the thin muscles of my back, and as I sucked his nipples, his fingers slid down the slit of my ass.

"Ah!" He yelled, sticking his chest up to my face. "Oh my God, Jasper, I'm going to cum."

My mouth moves away from his nipples and I step back a little.Dean took a trembling step forward, as if his legs were barely supporting him.His chest rose and fell with heavy breathing, and his whole face seemed to be high.

"Oh," he murmured as I pushed him against the wall again. "I want to fuck you," he whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I really miss you."

Well, speaking of which, it's enough to knock me out of my head.I'm here for a purpose.Dean thinks he can not only fuck me for real in high school, but he can fuck me now?is that so?

I unbuttoned his jeans and yanked the zipper. "no."

"No?" he asked weakly.

I put my palms on his chest and pushed him hard so that his bare back was pressed against the wall.

"No, I'll fuck you first, then you can fuck me. This is a deal, Dean, just accept it."

Dean frowned, his chest heaving violently.He looked away, thinking.

"But I never—"

"There is a first time for everything. This time can be your first time, or forget it."

When his breathing subsided, he met my gaze and looked at me for a full minute.Like Kal-El last night, Dean wore black eyeliner and lashes the same black.He didn't need mascara to add color to his lashes, and his eyeliner deepened the color of his eyes and defined his cheekbones.Damn, he's so sexy.

"Okay," Dean said with a sigh. "Okay, deal. It shouldn't hurt too much."

A sneer traced my lips.It doesn't hurt because it's probably not the first time with those men he's fucked before. "Yeah, I won't hurt you," I promised.Not "too" painful.

His fingers found mine and led me to a third room: his oversized bedroom.The interior is decorated in a simple style, with only a huge bed in the middle, carved bedside tables, and a dresser and wardrobe of the same style.That's it: dark wood furniture on a white rug, and a white duvet on a dark bed.

"Does your bed dare to be bigger?" I asked as we walked towards the bed.

Dean chuckled, then turned around, and suddenly became serious.

"How about kissing me again?"

I'd like to say no, but I can't make him suspicious.Eric's phone is still in my back pocket, pressing against my ass.I had no choice but to hold Dean's head in both hands and give him a long and tender kiss.And he moaned in a low voice, stroking my pectoralis major with his fingers, and stroking my shoulders and back.Damn, what a Dean kiss.

focus.

I unbuttoned my trousers but didn't take them off.Dean's breath hits me, and I run my hand across his thin buttocks, pulling down his pants.God, I feel the warmth of his bare skin.

He leaned back, opened the drawer and took out some condoms and packets of lube.Why would he keep these things next to his bed?He is so sure that I will sleep with him?It occurred to me that maybe it was because he often brought people into this room.Those flesh and blood, fans, recruiters, waiters.

I bit my lower lip and crawled to the middle of the bed.

"Are you okay, baby?" His deep voice fell on me like a soft blanket.Oh hell, his voice always draws me in.He was eloquent, yes, but his voice always won him everything he wanted.

"It's good." I motioned him to come to my side, feeling as if I had become the unconfident kid again.

His eyes flicked across my body, stopping at my unbuttoned jeans.Then he gave me a soft smile and climbed onto the bed, bending over and kissing my body all the way.so tender.He'd never played tender before hitting base, never had any foreplay, except for that one time.It was one day during the spring term.I hadn't seen him all day, and when I saw him it was after school, with a stuffed backpack slung over one shoulder and a guitar case in the other.He asked me to follow him to the locker room at the gym.He was very gentle with me, kissed me like he was just now, and was very, very slow when he fucked me, like he was trying to imprint this feeling on his mind.Afterwards he just hugged me and kissed me for a long time.That seemed to mean everything to me.He didn't tell me to keep our behavior a secret that time, but I never saw him again.I didn't know why then, but now I guess it was because his dad kicked him out of the house.Did he come back that day to say goodbye to me?

I kissed him back, tender, loving.I'm trying to tell myself it's not responding to him, I'm just trying to put him at ease enough, but it's hard to lie to myself in bed, he's completely naked and I'm clinging to him.His breath is enough to make me lose my mind.

"Hmm..." I pressed him under me, and he moaned.My hand slid across his side, my lips were still gently locked on his lips, and my tongue was entangled.I stood up and looked at him, meeting those hazy eyes.His Adam's apple slides up and down as he swallows.My eyes all the way across his white, beautiful body.He used to be even fairer, and now he's a little tanned, but so am I.A light touch on the chin brings my gaze back to his face.Small nose, soft lips, almond eyes.And the way he looked at me, he looked so... vulnerable.I've never seen him like this.

He pulled me closer and hugged my face into the side of his neck.I tried to escape his embrace, but he held me tighter.

"Just let me hold you for a while," he whispered through my hair, stroking my back with his hand.

"Why?" My dull voice came from his neck.

"Just...let me hug you for a while."

I let him hold me.There is a full minute.I even put one hand under his shoulder blade while the other rested on his hip bone.It felt like falling into a deep, dark pit.I don't know what he wants to do.just wait...

"Do you want to be number 0?"

This smells shameless.That's what he does.

He twitches with laughter, but then slides his hands down my spine and finds a new position to hug me.

"No, I just can't believe you're here. I know I told Eric I have no regrets, but..."

"Well," I grumbled and struggled out.He only let me look at him for a second, and then he raised his head from the pillow to hold my lips, just like his countless tender kisses before.

"I know I never said that in that sentence, but..."

He wants to say he loves me?

I'm going, I can't bear this.I just can't stay here, let alone him.The bastard has really played with my feelings enough.

"No," I said, pushing him back. "Don't say it, okay?"

I slid off the bed and re-buttoned my jeans.

"What? Don't say anything?" He sat up, his dick still stiff.

"Don't act like you ever cared about me." I didn't like the way my voice was shaking, it sounded like I was about to cry.I don't want to cry--I don't want to cry in front of him.I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"You think I don't care about you? Jace, I—"

"You used me, okay?" I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Don't act like you didn't. You fucked me and left me to prove your innocence. Don't bother to figure out what I allowed you to do to me. I know I was a stupid brat then, but I I really love you too. You know it and take advantage of it. Do you know what I learned from this?" I took a deep breath with grief and anger. "There's no such thing as love, okay? Just lust and fascination. Nothing else."

Dean jumped off the bed with incredible speed and grabbed my wrist.I shook off his hand and stepped back a few steps away from him.

"I loved you once," he said. "I still am."

"Shut up! Stop trying to bother me, okay? Facts are facts. One horny boy took advantage of another horny boy. Now please, stay away from me. Don't read too much into what just happened... These." I pointed between us. "I didn't kiss you because I wanted to."

I strode out of the bedroom, grabbed the T-shirt I had left in the living room, and threw it on.This time, no one came out to stop me from leaving, and an elevator happened to come up quickly from the lower level.Dean put on his pants and started running this way, calling my name as I stepped into the elevator and pressed the lobby button, but he wasn't fast enough.During the descent of the elevator, I tried hard to swallow the choking feeling in my throat, and leaned my head against the door weakly.