Shattered

A/N: Gay sex ahead. I enjoyed writing this as well. I'm pervy. Shhh.

Chapter One: Something About HIM

  Andy's P.O.V

"Well that was fun" I said with a large smile still stained on my face as I pulled off my boot. He smiled as well, peeling off his leather jacket and throwing it onto the small fuchsia loveseat I had propped up against the wall. "If only it lasted a bit longer" I was thinking the same. But poor Ashy. I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard. And now, I figured it was the appropriate time to ask him a question I'd been contemplating for a while.  "Um... Kuza?"

"Yeah?" I watched as he pulled his long sleeve Nirvana shirt over his head and tossing it onto his jacket. "Were you serious about what you said... This morning?" He looked at me, as if he didn't have ant idea of what I was referring to. "Huh?" God don't make me say it..."Ealier- when... when you said we were together" He plopped into the bed next to me, smiling once again. "Well aren't we?" He responded calmly, pulling off his skinnies with much struggle. I was surprised. I expected him to stutter or beat around the bush or something. But he didn't. I smiled back, looking down to my fingers, playing with them like I remembered he used to. "If.. You wanna be" I said nervously.

That's strange. You know, I was always the type to be the dominant one, the confident one, the charming and daring one. Yet this time was different. I was... Vulnerable and meekly obedient.

His smile grew wide and he scooted closer to me. "I do" He took my chin with his thumb and turned my head to him. I looked into his eyes, such lust concealed inside. I wanted him badly. He slowly moved in and kissed my lips. As I kissed him back, I realized that whole "fireworks" cliché, was actually real.

He kissed me so passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I bit his lip, pulling it back and he grinned against my lips. I laid onto my back and he straddled atop me, leaning down to kiss me. My pants grew tight as he gripped the band of boxers which were visible from my jeans being so low.

He unbuttoned my pants and unzipped  them, pulling them slowly to my ankles until the hit the hardwood floor beneath us. I gripped the hem of my shirt at the bottom and pulled it gracefully over my head, tossing it over to the dresser. He pressed his lips against my neck, moving slowly up to my jawline, then to my lips. I could feel myself shaking. He could do anything he wanted right now and I wouldn't bat an eye.

I pulled back from his lips and he opened his eyes. "Michael.." He rubbed he tip of his nose over mine and I giggled. "What?" He said, scanning my body, looking eager to take control of me. "Go slow... Okay?" He stared at me for a second, locking his eyes on mine. "No promises..." He said lowly, kissing from my neck down to my navel. I arched my back at the feel, this was actually happening. "Fuck me Michael..." He smirked. "As you wish" He played with the band of my boxers, teasing me effortlessly. He snuck his mischievous fingers into my boxers. I whined and it sent him the greatest satisfaction. I was his bitch. And he knew it.

He proceeded to pull off my boxers. I didn't even have time to be self-conscious because in a heartbeat, his mouth was wrapped firmly around my dick. He started bobbing his head quickly and I let out a loud moan. After a few more bobs, he took me out of his mouth and kissed the tip, teasing me. "You like that?" I nodded, running my hands through my hair. I could barely speak. He was just that good.

He slid his tongue from the base to my tip, looking up to me the whole time. Then he stopped, just staring up at me. "What's wrong?" I asked, feeling the red blush creep across my face. "Beg..." He whispered.

"How much do you want me Andy?" 

"More than words can explain" I said, waiting so impatiently for him to give me all he had.

He stood up and pulled off his boxers. I gasped at his length, looking him over. "Like what you see?" I nodded, biting my lip. "You know I do" He crawled up to me and kissed me once again, slow this time. He ran his hand from my neck, to my lower waist, but stopped suddenly when I grabbed his hand. "What now?"

I looked over to my nightstand, where my lube sat hidden behind some lotion bottles and hair care products. I lifted up to grab it, knocking down numerous bottles as I did. "Eager huh?" He said with a chuckle, suddenly taking it from my hand. I whined again and he looked to me, tossing the lube to the floor. "Rushing me?" I nodded, pouting at him.  "Ready?" Boy was I. "Y-yes" I was nervous of course, but I was ready. I've been ready.

He put a little lube on my entrance and on his fingers. I felt him slowly push one finger inside of me and I moaned quietly. He started to roll his finger around, stretching me and I arched my back once again. He slowly pushed another finger inside of me and started scissoring.

"Holy fuck Michael" I moaned quietly.

"This your first time or something? You're really tight"

I nodded, unable to use my words. I was breathing heavily, my eyes shut and my hands gripping the silk black sheets below me.

He began to pick up the pace, putting a third finger inside me. I moaned louder, one moan not too far from the other.

"God Kuza fuck me" I moaned. His fingers left me and he positioned his self back on top me again.

"You ready?" I nodded, bracing myself for some reason. 

"Good" He whispered and pushed himself inside me. I gasped and instantly brought my hands to his back, digging deep into him.

A/N: AndTHATisthelastofChapterOne. We reallyhopeyouenjoyedit. We triedtomakeitgood. Bleh.