Licking our Wounds

Chapter 2

Billy kicked Steve's bedroom door open, Steve's body ragdolled in his arms. He smiled and dropped him onto his bed. He knew he would need to deal with Tommy soon or it would get ugly. He ran a hand along Steve's cheek before he turned and made his way back down the steps. He opened his trunk, Tommy still unconscious and clearly not a problem for the time being.

He flicked out his switchblade and placed the blade just above Tommy's heart. "Steve is mine, bitch."

Tommy didn't move or react as he slammed the knife down. Blood covered his hands and ran over his body, Tommy's t-shirt grew dark with blood. Billy smiled, and flicked the blade closed. He could clean up his trunk later and drop the body off at the lake or the dam. For now, he needed to make his dick less hard. He wiped his hands on Tommy's jeans and the towel he kept in the back of his trunk. Closing the trunk he raced up the stairs, he took off his clothes quickly before working on Steve's clothes. Steve was dead weight, but it made it fun enough. Once Billy had his clothes off too he made sure he was laid on his back. Billy's eyes couldn't help but trail his perfect skin. Billy wanted to ruin it. He wanted to cover it in cut marks and bites. For now he would have his fun and see where it would go from there.

He spread his legs apart, grabbing for the lube he always carried in his pocket. Spreading it over his cock he let out a soft breath. He could not wait for this. He spit on Steve's ass, lubing him up nicely. Billy climbed on the bed and lined himself up. He grunted as he pushed forward, his eyes rolled back in his head as his cock was swallowed up by Steve's hole. Billy slammed in and out with desperation.

"Fuck... Fuck.." Billy moaned as he leaned forward, his lips trailed Steve's shoulder and chest as he nibbled on his shoulder softly. Billy didn't want to cum too fast, he wanted to make this last, he was hoping he and Steve could have a bit more fun, but for now he would have this moment. He needed it to last.

He kept thrusting, deeper and faster, his cock outlined through Steves belly leaving a bulge with each thrust in. He grunted as he bit down on his shoulder, Steve didn't budge. Billy closed his eyes in ecstasy, he fucking loved the way Steve felt around his cock. He was so tight. It felt like he was made for him.

Steve's breathing was even while Billy's was sporadic. Billy groaned, biting down just above his rib cage. Billy grunted as he adjusted Steve's unconscious frame so he was straddling Billy. Billy grunted as he thrusted upward. "FUCK..."

Billy came quickly, filling Steve's hole with hot sticky seed. Billy laid him back against the bed and nibbled on his neck and shoulder. He didn't pull out while he peppered his skin with bites and kisses. He slammed in and out a few more times before he laid back, pulling Steve into his strong arms.

Steve was his now.

Billy ran a hand along Steve's shaft. "Pretty little clit... Fuck..."

Steve slept soundly, Billy grinned as he ran his hand along his chest. He held Steve close, hoping he wouldn't freak when he woke up. Billy eventually passed out, he would deal with the body later. For now, this was more important.

Steve woke, and tried to roll to his side.

He was being held against something solid. He turned his head slightly and let out a shot. "Oh my god... Did we fuck?"

Billy groaned awake. "Well good morning to you too, doll face..."

Steve blushed deeply, then noticed a few bite marks that littered his body. How did they get here? How long had they been together? "Billy, how did.. Why did... Did you fuck me?"

"Yes. I did."

"Fuck..."

"Not like that?"

"I don't remember it..." Steve grunted. "How can I not remember our first time?"