the mark

jealousy

Type woke up feeling like crap. Feeling the comfort of a bed he opened his eyes seeing Nothing but semi blurry.images that surrounded him. Getting up slow he felt detached.
Looking to the left he couldn't make out the figure. Squinting he tried to speak.
However his throat was on fire he placed his hand on his throat.
"Keep calm if you want the sedative to pass."
Type shook his head.
"I couldn't have you get up and come at me."
He had to keep calm and breathe. Slowly he's vision was clearing and his throat started to grow cold.
"Of course you took the toxins, sedatives and etc class before you left." He croaked.
"Yup."
Type had to stay not moving before he could feel his body thou. Probably 15 more minutes. This sedative he knew well, wasent one of his favorites. Took an hour to resolve, 2 if you panicked.
"So this lin i see you two were bunk mates."
Type lolled his head to look at tharn. He was across the room on a high tec computer. Type then brought up his leg resting he's hand on his knee flexing his fingers.
"Your sick."
"No i research."
"Why are you researching him?"
Tharn abruptly stopped and spun his chair around. He got up walking to type, standing in front of the bed.
Type looked to his hand, concentrating on his breathing.
"From what I've found you should stay clear."
Type looked to tharn smiling.
"That's what makes it more exciting." "When i leave ill probably call him again."
Tharn gritted his teeth. He pounced on type.
"Shit get the fuck off."
Tharn didn't even have to put his hands to pin type down. They layed lazily to his side's.
"Powerful sedative."
" mother fucker don't you fucking touch me."
He smiled.
Leaning down he.kissed him and rough.
Type however was counting. Ding.
Feeling his body he pushed tharn and punched him.
"I told you your not going to touch me again!"
Tharn sat on the side of the bed rubbing his chin. Type looked down. Why am i feeling bad?
They both breathed not moving.
"Why the fuck am i here?"
"Its for what you pulled over the phone." He said through gritted teeth.
"Well you shouldn't be listening."
They glared at each other tharn made a pained expression. Type got soft.
At that moment tharn looked 16 again.
Type went in slow grabbing his neck pulling him to a kiss. Then it clicked when he felt him trying to over power him.
Damn it he was playing me.
Type pushed him back. He smiled.
"You fucking tricky bastard." He muttered whipping his lips acting disgusted.
He tried to get up but tharn wasent having that.
Pushing him down he sat on type hovering over him placing his hands to types intertwining them above there heads.
They glared at each other.
"Don't!"
Tharn however had enough. He put his lips once more to types. He breathed in filling his lungs. The fight was out of him. They kissed and sucked there tongues making wet noises.
Then tharns mind started to think of lin. Has he done this to type? Has he fucked this body that was once mine?
The whole time tharn couldn't get over type he was his first homosexual experience. He never laid with any one else but from that phone call type had he couldn't get what they spoke of out of his mind at that moment.
He bit types tongue making him take it out. Leaning his face to the side tharn went to his neck sucking hard leaving marks.
"Ooow you asshole."
"Has lin fucked you like this?"
Types eyes went wide.
"Has lin kissed these red lips?"
"Tharn stop!"
"Does it feel good when you let him fuck you!!!" Tharn lost it.
Type shook his head getting mad. Finding strength he pushed a jealous tharn off.
"God damn it, its not like that its never been like that!!"
Then He froze, shocked at himself.
Why am i explaining this to him?
Tharn looked at type in disbelieve.
"But that phone call?"
Types eyes darted back and forth.
"Its none of your business." "Its been five years it doesn't matter who i suck off."
He closed his eyes tight. Feeling his body it clicked. There was a reason why he couldn't hold his tongue.
"You gave me a low dose of the truth serum?"
Tharn eyes narrowed.
"You piece of shit."
"We are not an anything." "You have no right!"
Tharn looked to type who was fighting the serum.
"Have you've fucked him?"
Type bit his tongue his stomach started to ache. He had to shake his head.
"Have you've fucked anyone else?"
He leaned on his hands trying to fight.
Tharn didn't need to know these things.
"Fuck" "God damn it no."
Tharn thought.
"You've only sucked him off?"
Type nodded. It was a losing battle.
"Has he touched you in anyway?"
"No." He said through gritted teeth.
"Has anyone?"
He shook his head.
Tharn looked down.
Type was breathing hard.
Tharn went to his shaking mouth.
"Can i fuck you?"
"No, don't touch me." But he was nodding.
Tharn smirked.
He placed his lips on his. Type couldnt fight anymore. Allowing his body to relax they kissed weaving there tongues in there mouths.
Soon they were naked, tharn was fucking him from behind deep hitting the sweet spot.
Type was bent over his face to the bedding gripping the sheets.
Tharn reached around putting his hand to his length pumping the twitching throbbing cock.
"Aaaaah tharn, shit so good."
Tharn leaned over him putting his chest on his back, going to his ear licking his ear lobe.
"I knew you still liked it."
"You bastard."
Type couldn't stop moaning to his dismay.
He thrusted his cock hard into tharns hand making him explode his cum all over.
"Aaaaaah fuck."
Tharn thrusted hard and deep. Leaving types member he put his arms around him hugging him close.
"Type." He moaned.
Cumming in each thrust, filling him up they stayed in that Position, concentrating on there breathing.
Type slowly bent up pissed.
Tharn didn't see it coming.
Type whiped around punching his lights out. Tharn fell un conscious to the bed. Type stood over tharn fuming.