Four x Eric

Part 11 (NSFW)

Four never knew he was touch starved until he came to Dauntless.  It wasn't like Four was never touched.  That's near impossible in everyday life, but he could go days without having someone as much as grazing his elbow.  That all changed when he came to dauntless.  The casual touching, the grabbing, the slapping, the hugging, the nudging, it was all so new and overwhelming for him.  He felt like he crawled into a closet and hid sometimes.  But at the same time, he felt warmer, less like a corpse.  After a while, he would flinch less from people touching him, and he was much better for it.

He stole a few breaths after pounding his knuckles into the burlap of the punching bag in front of him, his pale hands gaining a bloody blush since he decided to forgo bandaging them.  He had lied to himself earlier that this was just an exercise he might make his initiates go through, but honestly, it was just a distraction.  The pain in his hands and arms and lungs blot out the ugly hunger in his chest.  He hungered for Eric's touch and company like he hungered for a meal.  At once fulfilling and comforting.  He wanted to lay with Eric, rest his head on his neck, and have him play with his hair until he fell asleep.  He knew if he told anyone these feelings, he would lose some respect.  It was unmanly for him to want this.  It wasn't like Dauntless was ultimately against men being emotional; it was just he painted himself into a corner of being stoic.  And now he was stuck with this awful feeling with no one to talk about it. 

Four sighed and sat down on one of the benches that lined the perimeter of the room and took a gulp of the lukewarm water in his bottle.  With unseeing eyes, he looked over the room and thought about the times he's caught glimpses of Eric.  It had been days since they had last spoken when he slipped out of Four's bed.  He saw him during meals, in the Pit, and sometimes over the screens as he worked.  The dauntless community was small when it came to population.  When only the strong survive, there are fewer people.  Eric was strong, and so was  Four.  So by dauntless logic, they should both survive.  But how could Four live with all this yearning?  How could he live if he felt his heart was resting inside the palm of another man's hand.  He closed his eyes and sighed, letting his head fall back with a thunk. 

To his mind's eye sprung an image of Eric, on his knees between Four's legs.  His lips were pink and wet, and his eyes looked up into Four's face, hungry and glittering.  He knew his broad, muscular shoulders would keep his legs spread, even if he wanted to close them.  Four's own eyes sprung open at this.  Sure he had gone a few days without, never really in the mood to get off after Eric left.  But the idea made his cock twitch under his black sweats. 

He knew it was terrible, but he also knew he was out of sight of any cameras, and People didn't use the training room much this late at night.  He glanced around and strained his ears to hear any oncoming footsteps but heard nothing.  So he leaned back and took his sweat-covered shirt off before closing his eyes and pulling that image up into his mind's eye once again.  He thought about Eric's eyes, dark like sharks, his broad hands sliding up his thighs, up to his cock, growing against his hand.  He would be gentle at first, his thumbs rubbing up higher and higher until finally.  Four moaned quietly as he slid his hand down his pants and around his cock.  He was backed up, wasn't he?

Eric, in his head, murmured something about him being so good and hot for him.  His lips moving, hot breath making his cock jump against his palm.  Four started stroking himself, using the bead of precum at the tip of his cock as lube.  Soon the deserted room was full of the slick sounds of Four getting off to the idea of Eric, his lover. 

In his head, Eric would smile, and lick his lips, tongue piercings glistening in the low light before he would take Four's cockhead into his hot mouth.  Four started stroking his head with his other hand, polishing it with his palm.  He spread his legs wider as he lost himself in the fantasy, Eric slowly taking more and mover of his cock into his mouth, feeling those piercings tickle his sensitive cock.  A thought popped into Four's empty head; he couldn't help but lay further back and yank his pants down around his ankles.  His muscular body was now entirely out in the open.  In his mind, Eric started to finger Four's tight hole. 

His pink hole took his slim finger eagerly.  Really, Four was a hungry slut for Eric, and him not being here at the moment just made him sluttier.There he was, legs up in the air, fingering himself and jerking off to a fantasy about Eric, the scary political official.  He wanted Eric there between his legs, giving him the attention he desperately craved.  Both hands started to quicken, his hole sucking up a second finger as he reached for his prostate, the other slick and tight around his pulsing red cock, already begging to cum.

Four held his breath, knowing he was in a very compromising position, but it turned him on more for some reason.  He listened for footsteps as he kept fucking his hole and stroking his cock to the shaky image of Eric sucking him off, his mouth doing wonders as he worshiped his cock.  He knew he was in a compromising position, and the idea of Eric and him doing this made his cock leak. 

Four couldn't help but whine, thinking of what Eric would call him if he saw him acting so desperately.  He would call him a slut, a whore, easy; maybe if he were nice, Eric would call him Pretty Boy.  The thought of that sweet pet name makes for gasp, tears coming to his eyes as his hand worked hard over his drooling cock.  He was getting close.  His fantasy changed, going from Eric sucking him off, to having Eric hold him to his wide pierced chest and calling him sweet names.  Four's desperate moans echoed across the empty room, but Four closed his eyes to it.  In his mind, he was with Eric, in his bed, being called sweetheart and good boy and baby.

Embarrassingly enough, that was what made Four cum.  Four's blond head fell back, and he felt his cock spurt out a few days' worth of cum, his ass squeezing his fingers, milking them like they were a cock.  He let out a long, loud groan, his face scrunching as he forced himself to jerk his cock even as he got sensitive, the way Eric did.  He bucked his hips, whining as his fingers pressed his prostate roughly.  His body felt euphoric as cum splattered his stomach and hips, his mouth open in an O as he finally calmed down.  He leans his head to the side, facing the large empty room. 

As he came down, his chest rising and falling as he had just finished a run, a deep cavern found its way in his stomach.  He was alone; Eric wasn't there to hold him or take him to a shower.  He was a sticky mess all alone, which made him feel even worse.  He sat up, disoriented and dizzy.  He pulled his clothes back on, hiding his shame as he chugged some water.  He listened, making sure he didn't hear anyone spying.  He left the gym to shower, feeling his body ache and head hurt as he walked the quiet halls of Dauntless. 

As he passed the Pit, he decided he needed to see Eric, even if it killed him in the long run.

(Author's note: Hey yall, it's been a minute since I've updated this work. Since the last time we spoke, I graduated high school, and now I'm a biology major after moving across the country.  I hope at least some of my old fans still like this couple, and I plan on writing a few more chapters before closing the book on these two.  Please comment; I'd love you forever!

Gracie)