Psycho Sawyer (MANxMAN)

Chapter one

📎AN: I'm ready to write again! Yay me! This book will contain sex and mild BDSM, also some disturbing themes. Just saying :/ The picture of drool worthy Jensen Ackles (with tattoos for the story) playing our cheeky Austin!

Tata for now,

Austin's POV:

"Oh... Oh god! Yes! Urghk! Sa-sawyer! Yes!" I moan slamming the vibrator back into my heavily abused body. Moaning out his name I picture his hands touching me, his lips kissing me and him inside me. Hitting my prostate head on: I came. And hard. I lay still on my back, out of breath and totally satisfied.

Easing the vibrator out, I gently used a wet wipe on my night stand to my left and cleaned it, placing it back into the box full of other things I've used to quench my thirst for Sawyer.

I laughed humourlessly when I heard the door slam, followed by two extremely frustrating voices. The voices come closer as they make their way to the bedroom opposite mine. Hiding my box of 'toys' under my bed I listen carefully to the loud conversation going on outside my room. He's coming back today, from the mental asylum. And dear lord, we're going to have fun. No more fucking around with these stupid ass toys, I'm getting the real deal. And I'm getting it, with my psycho Sawyer.

"Austin! Come 'ere!" I groaned stretching my muscles and made my way round the pile of dirty laundry. Downside to living with four immature boys? The mess. I swung the door open, and with a deadpan expression I ask, "Derek? You called." My voice dripping with irritation.

A dark and mysterious man stood, one foot against the door frame and crossed arms, a devious smirk on his face. But I know how much this little shit can fool you. "Austin! Baby, what about a quick fuck likes ol' times?" He asks, and I can practically taste his cockiness from where I stand. I smirked.

Leaning in real close, I breathed faintly on his neck, knowing he'll let his guard down that way, before using my foot to kick his leg off the door frame, effectively making him lose his grip and fall.

I laughed, clutching my sides as his leather jacket ends up crumpling over his head and destroying his sleeked back hair. "God! You're a dick you know that?" I paused laughing, wiping away the tears.

"What do you mean?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest in false hurt.

"Never mind." He said, trailing off. Ignorant bastard, I thought sourly. I sighed, turning to close my door. Perhaps I should, I don't know, read or something?

Derek grabbed my arm. Now standing at his towering height of 6'4 I suddenly felt jealous of his height and strong features; nothing, of course, compared to his elder brothers glory. "You know Sawyer's coming back today... Right?" Of course I do dip shit!

"Seriously? Whoa... It's been four years already?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Derek grimaced. I never told anyone, especially Derek, of my deep fascination with his older brother. So naturally telling one of your closest friends your older brother is coming back from a mental asylum isn't always an easy topic. He nodded though, looking almost sad, but certainly lost in thought.

I reached out to him my mood swiftly changing before a whirl of blonde and bright colours came flying through the corridor. The tornado was followed by a loud growl and then a quick striding older gentleman closely behind. A bang sounded which omitted a groan and then a giggle.

Derek snapped out of his mind and chuckled after our other two roommates.

I pushed Derek out of the way, and stepped into the hallway, stopping the flurry of arms and legs as I did so. Cody shrieked as I grabbed hold of him, stopping him from running into anymore objects.