Emotional Boys 1990

10

'Economic insecurity; living standards, training, jobs...

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Yeah, I'm buying it.

I've found myself in the local convenient store, buying the latest economist magazine.

I've got to stay on top of this shit, that's my top priority... that and finding a place in New York.

My mom's saving account she left me is coming in handy, that and the money I saved myself should get me a pretty good place, the average price of rent is around 2,040 dollars. I've also got to make sure that I've got my apartment in a place close to my university. It depends which I get into though.

I'm shooting for NYU or Columbia, they're the best New York has got, but I submitted applications to other places.

Ok, I've got to get home.

***

"Mhm, you never get rid of these after you read em?" He asks, taking a look at the magazine on the dinner table before twisting himself around to look at the large stack behind him on my coffee table.

"Ain't that shit old news after a while?" He adds, turning back around and picking at the rice on his plate, waiting for my answer.

"Well, history has a tendency to repeat itself, besides, my collection is pretty impressive, I ain't throwing that shit away" I scoff, staring at the large pile behind him.

"You know how many you got? At least... like fifty or something...?" He guesses, looking up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Sixty eight, close enough" I laugh softly, eyeing him as he eats in content, smiling to himself.

"I'm looking for apartments in New York... planning to go to university there..." I mutter, watching his expression turn slightly pale, frozen in spot.

"You're... leaving Detroit...?" He confirms, eyes widening ever so slowly, not revealing all of his thoughts to me, but enough to know that this news upsets him.

"Well yeah, I got to do what will help my career the best, staying here isn't going to do that" I remark softly, continuing to eat, not looking him in the eyes anymore, feeling guilty suddenly.

"What's wrong with like... the University of Windsor? Or Detroit Mercy? They're good schools!" He asks, revealing his intention. He wants me to stay... badly.

Oh fuck.

"Marshall, I've submitted to NYU and Columbia... Detroit universities are fucking nothing to those. Marshall, I got to have a serious education to get where I wanna be, I can't fuck around. We can't stay kids..." I mumble, a hint of depression, realization, in my voice.

"Well, then can we just be kids for the time being..?" He asks, standing up abruptly, causing the table to rattle before he pulls me up out of my seat, carrying me into the bedroom.

"What- what are you doing?" I ask, choked up, voice low.

I know what he's doing, but it's always nice to hear it.

"Fucking you"

I'm dropped suddenly, Marshall balancing on one hand on top of me as he takes his other to hold up one of my own. His lips go to the skin of my wrist, kissing it sloppily, turning me on heavily.

"I don't want to loose you, Esdeath..." he whispers, planting quick kisses up my arm to my shoulder than to my collar bone.

"You won't, we'll just adapt." I assure him, partly myself as well.

I don't know for sure if we will, at the end of the day, we're just two Detroit kids, parents either dead or deadbeat, and trying to scramble into game mode.

We need to survive first, then live. Surviving is a pathetic concept, especially as a way of life, no one can simply 'survive'. You have to fucking live.

"What do you want me to do..?" He asks, bringing his lips to the side of my mouth. Even on top of me, he asks what he's allowed to do.

Fuck, I love him.

"I want you to do me from behind" I moan into his ear, getting a slightly shocked shiver from him, watching him blush lightly before physically backing off, allowing me to turn over, arching my back, pressing my ass to his crotch.

He's already got a boner, rubbing against me perfectly as he grabs at my little booty shorts I had for relaxing around the place.

"You've got such a nice ass... fuck..." he compliments, caressing it softly with one hand as the other pulls his sweats down.

"Fuck me good, don't hold back" I command, grabbing onto the headboard and preparing with excitement.

"Yes Master" he chuckles, pushing into me without any hesitation, holding onto my hips tightly, thrusting in and out without any mercy.

It's pure ecstasy. Oh fuck.

"Holy shit, Marshall, yeah, there!" I encourage, not wanting him to falter for a second.

"Ah- you feel so fucking good!" He chokes out, leaning down and pressing his chest to my back, moaning in my ear as he continues, indulging completely in the feelings being experienced.

"Yes, yes, goddamn it!" I whine, tightening my grip around the head board, the bed shaking in a satisfying rhythm.

I own this fucking man, how foolish of him to assume I'd ever let him go.

His hips roll, helping his dick touch every part inside me in the best ways, snuggly moving inside me, just the right fit. The sensation is something I never fully get used to.

"God! I'm gonna- come soon!" He shouts, my ear ringing with the volume right next to it.

"Ahh! Fuck! Fuck! Faster!" I need him to bring me there, and that's just what I need.

I'm so close regardless, but the added speed would bring me right over the edge.

"Yes- yes..." he pants out, picking his speed up even more than it already is, making me moan louder by proxy.

The sheets of the bed are uncomfortably hot, and if I weren't falling down a god damn endless building of pleasure, it would have pissed me off. I don't care about any thought other than his chest against my back, his lips pressing against my earlobe occasionally as he moans, feeling him slide in and out of me.

Feeling like I've been hit by a bus. My orgasm attacks me suddenly, making me shout out abruptly, collapsed, not attempting to hold myself up.

My pussy squeezes him as I drop fully in to the bed, making him groan, busting in me, snapped by the subtle movement of my body.

"Shit!" He grumbles, pulling out slowly and rolling off me, lying next to me, watching me attempt to collect myself.

He brings a hand to my face, pulling the stray hairs back behind my ear. "I ain't letting go of you, everything about you is just too damn good" he chuckles, closing his eyes, tired and pleased.

"Marshall... I know we're just teens, but I think we've got something fucking dope..." I acknowledge, making him hum in agreement.

He turns on to his side and wraps an around around my shoulders, pulling me into him.

"Naw, this feels real, not scary, for once in my life, I don't feel like I gotta watch my back, feel scared, and I don't wanna loose this..." he mutters, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before nodding off, succumbing to sleep easily.

Yeah, I spend some extra time looking at his perfect complexion, but I too find it easy to slip into an unconscious state.