(Adult Content Warning)
Stan's POV
God... I'm so fucked... so alone... nothing is worth anything.. I don't deserve to live. I take a bad filled with bricks and make my plan to lie at the bottom of Starks Pond.
I step out of the house and keep my head down. Taking quick steps toward the pond, speedwalking. Once I get to the pond I sit at it, curling up into a ball and beginning to cry. I get a rush of anxiety. Do I really want this?
"Hey..." I jump as I hear a voice, I turn behind me and see Craig.
"Hey." I respond, Putting my bag to the side and opening it, pulling out a bottle of alcohol. Craig sits next to me.
"What's going on?" Craig asks
"Nothing... What are you doing here?" I respond
"Smoking. My parents don't like it." Craig answers "What are you doing?" He adds
"I'm here to drink and kill myself." I answer
"Kill your- Stan don't do that..." Craig sighs
"Why? I'm worthless." I put my arm around my bag, so he doesn't take it.
"No you aren't... you have value to some people..." Craig responds
"Like who?" I ask
"Like your parents, me, your friends." He answers
"My parents don't care, they hardly notice I exist, my friends don't like me... and you're just trying to make me feel better." I answer
"I'm not..." Craig answers
"Psh... Yeah right. You can say that, then three weeks later you're leaving, that's exactly what happened with Wendy, and what continuously happens with Kyle." I curl up into a ball, beginning to cry. I feel an arm going around me, and a head against my shoulder.
"You can't stop me... I've made up my mind..." I sniffle.
There's a long stretch of silence, until I finally hear him speak
"Fine, one last idea..." He stands up and forcefully rips the bag from my grip, throwing it as hard as he can go the side.
"What the fuck did you-" He cuts me off
"Shut up." He takes the bottle of alcohol from me. Chugging it until he can't anymore than throwing that as well.
"That was-"
"Stan. Shut up." He pushes me down onto the ground, I want to ask what he's doing, but he's just gonna tell me to shut up again.
"I'm gonna prove to you, that I care about you. Okay?" Craig asks
"If I don't like it are you blaming the alcohol?" I ask, smirking.
He gets on top of me "I'm owning every bit of this." He takes two handfuls of my sweatshirt and pulls me closer. "If you want me to stop, just say so." He adds, I can tell he's getting a bit nervous.
"Prove to me that you care." I initiate the kiss. I saw where he was going as soon as he got on top of me.
He kisses back, beginning to make out with me, biting the bottom of my lip, I open my mouth and he slips his tongue in. He grinds into me once, before immediately pulling back.
"You're hard." I tease
"Are you?" He asks, I guess he didn't pay attention
"I don't know, am I?" I ask, winking at him
I see his face go red, instead of putting his hand over my jeans he slips it down underneath them.
"It seems as though you are." He answers, I bite my lip "wanna go back to my place?" He adds
I think about it. Ah fuck. He got me away from my goal. He's not letting me end my sad excuse for a life. This though... this is nice... seemingly pleasurable... is he topping? Maybe I can take that position. How big is he? Since when am I gay? Wait.... am I gay? No... I must be Bi... right? Oh god everything is so confusing, I'm just gonna go with the moment.
"Let's go" he gets off me and helps me up, leading me back to his empty house.
"Let's hope you're not a screamer, my parents are asleep." He brings me upstairs into his room
"And your sister?" I ask
"She's at one of her dumb friends' house." He answers, shutting and locking the door. "Now, back to business." He takes his off jacket, then his shirt. I just sit and watch. He stops after he gets his jeans off.
"Enjoying the show?" He asks
"Uh-Oh! Was I supposed to do that too?" I ask
"Yes. But now that I've done it and you haven't I get to watch you." Craig answers sitting next to me and smiles, pushing my back slightly to get me over there. I get up, he spanks me slightly, causing me to blush, I unbutton my pants and get them off, Then my jacket and shirt. I look at him, he's biting his lip.
"All of it." He states, I take my socks and boxers off.. god it's cold in here. He smirks and stands, walking over to me.
"Are you topping?" I ask
"Of course." He answers "Do you think you're capable?" He adds
"A little" I smirk slightly. He takes off his boxers, then socks. He then grabs me and pushes me to the bed, getting on top of me.
"Try to take my dominance, then." He smirks, I try to flip us over. He's got a firm grip. I attempt this multiple times. "I knew you were submissive" He adds after my millionth try. He begins grinding his hips into mine. I hold back each of my moans. I won't give him the satisfaction.
He notices this and grinds deeper, going down to bite at my neck, giving me hickeys. I can't help but let out breathy moans. He feels so good against me. I buck my hips into his as I feel myself nearing climax. This early? No. I can't... god that would be so embarrassing, but I've never felt so good in my life...
"God Craig... fuck me! Please!" I beg, he smirks
"Can't take it?" He asks, winking
I whine "Craigggg" I'm holding it back with everything I've got.
"Fine, fine." He chuckles "you're so needy" He adds, reaching into his side drawer and pulling out some lube.
"Wait! Have you done this with someone else before?" The bottle of lube is half empty.
He smirks "No, but I've certainly masturbated before."
"With lube?" I ask, I'm just trying to get myself away from my climax, but it's not working. The thought of him... doing that... that's enough to make me want to cum.
"It feels better, but I can only imagine how good this is gonna feel" He answers, opening the bottle and putting some over himself, I watch, biting my lip. He then looks at me and doesn't break eye contact as the lube is spread over my entrance. It's a weird feeling. Of course, something I haven't felt. I begin breathing heavily, am I nervous? No. Not really. It's just the fact that I don't know how this is gonna feel.
"Ready?" Craig asks
I nod as a response, he lines himself up before pulling me closer to him, he passionately kisses me as he begins to push himself into me. I inhale sharply. It hurts, so badly. I try to focus on the kiss as he does this, I grip on his back as well. Just for something to grip onto. Eventually he pulls away and allows me to adjust. He makes small groaning sounds as I do this. I'm just in pain, but I'm sure it'll feel better. He wouldn't intentionally hurt me for his own pleasure... right? Oh god... should I stop this and just go back to the pond.
"Ready?" He asks
"Yeah..." I answer, he moves slowly, and the pain is electrified. He notices, and goes even slower.
"It's okay.... all the pain will be worth it..." he says softly, losing his dominant tone in exchange for a soft and caring one.
"I...I..." I can't say anything "Fucking pound me" I say through my teeth, he's a bit taken back.
"Are you sure?" He asks, gradually beginning to get faster.
"I'm sure... it'll turn into pleasure... at least I'm not.. embarrassingly close to cumming" I chuckle
He begins slowly increasing is pace, pleasure creeps up as the pain begins to subside, and I let out my first moan.
"Fuck... Craig..." I let out in a low moan, he connects our lips as he continues thrusting. I continue letting out moans into his mouth, he groans and thrusts in harder. We let out moans and groans into each other's mouths and I feel my climax get closer, the pain is gone and I just feel immense pleasure. He pulls away from our lip lock and begins kissing my neck again. I reach down and begin stroking myself.
"I'm so close..." I warn him, he thrusts even harder, I arch my back and grip his.
"M-Me too..." Craig responds "D-Do you want m-me to.... p-pull out?" He asks, I can tell he's trying to hold back.
"N-No..." I answer, as he speeds his thrusts up, I feel him release inside me, which is what pushes me over the edge. I cum after he does, loudly moaning into his shoulder as I do, I don't want to risk waking up his parents, it's just the best feeling I've ever had. He pulls out and flops down next to me.
"Was that enough convincing?" Craig asks
"You could've just done that for your benefit, oh my god are you using me for sex?!" I exclaim in a whisper.
"Oh my fucking god, Stan.." Craig Sighs
"I'm just asking!" I exclaim
"No. I'm not. I'm fuckin in love with you, you drunken twat." Craig chuckles
"You... love me?" I ask
"Well... do you love me?" He responds
"I don't know Craig... I don't know what I am, what I'm into, or who I'm into, I just ran with this because for once in a long time, something was gonna feel nice, and god... it did" I explain
"Nice to know I did a good job." He states, taking a few seconds of silence to think about his next statement "Well... if you enjoyed that and got hard to me, then I guess that proved that you're somewhat into guys and you're... at least physically attracted to me."
"Can I... try something?" I ask
"Go for it." Craig responds
I take a deep breath as I turn to face him, I look at his face, which is illuminated by the moonlight. I put a hand on his cheek and kiss him sweetly, not heat, no passion, it's just a soft and sweet kiss. He returns it, knowing this is just my way of testing the waters. I pull away and put my head on his chest, and an arm around him.
"Are the results in?" Craig asks
I smile "Yeah. I think they are."
"And..?" He responds
"I love you, Craig."
