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17^ Conan - Abandoned House

Gavin giggles, a nasally sound that comes from the back of his throat. We're at Hank's place, and Hank just referenced some meme I don't understand. I meet Connor's gaze, and he's just as confused as I am, but he's trying his best.
"Oh, my god, Hank." Gavin rolls over so he's on his stomach. "We should explore an abandoned house!"
Hank chuckles. "Tempting, but I'm not in the mood."
"Please!" Gavin looks at me. "Conan! You love me, right? You have to help me convince Hank to come with us!"
"Us? When was I a part of this? I do love you, Gavin, but that's well manipulative." I put my chin in my hands.
"Ugh, you're such a stick in the mud!" He looks at Connor. "Connor! You'll come with me, right?"
"Well... I'd love to. It sounds fun, but I have to stay here with Hank." Connor looks over at the man in question before scooting over to him and pressing himself against him. Hank and Connor have just started dating a week ago, and they're still shy about it.
I've been with Gavin for a month, and I'm ready to strangle him. Out of love, of course. Strangle him out of love.
Gavin groans loudly. "Why does everyone hate me?!"
"No one hates you, Gavin. We just hate your ideas." I smile pleasantly at him.
He flicks me off. "You just earned yourself the silent treatment when we get home, asshole."
"I have ways of making you talk." I give him a suggestive, playful glance.
"Oh, yeah? Well, you can tell that to my dick when you're sucking it."
"Mhmm." I tilt my head to the side, still holding it in my hand.
"You know what? Fine. We can go explore your abandoned house." Hank leans forward.
Gavin sits up faster than he lasts in bed. "Really?!"
"Are you sure, Hank?" Connor stares at him with concern.
"Yeah, I'm sure, Con. You only live once. I wanna go. It could be fun."
"Yes! Thank you!" He looks at me. "You'll come, too, right?!"
"I have to. I have to make sure you don't kill yourself or someone else."
"Asshole." He takes my face and kisses me.
Connor stands with Hank, still stressing over the man he loves. "Well... this is your choice, and I respect it! But... I want you to be safe." Connor looks down shyly.
"Aww, don't worry about me, Con. I'll be just fine." Hank hugs him. They pull away, but can't seem to let each other go.
     "Ewww, Conan, look! Affection!" Gavin makes a disgusted face at the two.
     "I know, right? Affection is disgusting." I look over at him.
     Gavin giggles uncontrollably. "We'd never be caught dead doing that."
     "Be careful what you wish for, Gavin."
     "Huh?"
     I hug him tightly, pulling him into me.
     "Aaahhh! No! Let me go, Conan!" He squirms, but I'm way too strong for him.
     "Ugh, I'm so disgusting, Gavin! Look at me, showing affection to a rat! A real life rat!" I laugh at my own joke as I kiss him on the head.
     "I just wanna go to a haunted house and see some ghosts! I want spooks! Not hugs!"
     "Fine, fine." I let him go. "Don't come crying to me when you're scared shitless."
     He frowns up at me. "I'll come to you all I want. Fuck you."
     "Fuck you."
     "Fuck me."
     "Is that a challenge?"
     "Guys."
     I look over at Hank and Connor.
     "Are you coming or not?"
     "This isn't over," I hiss before turning and following Hank and Connor to their car.
     "Wait! Don't leave me!" Gavin rushes to catch up.
     I take his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring kiss. He blushes softly.
We get into Hank's car. "Where are we going?" He turns back to look at Gavin.
"I'll guide you." Gavin leans forward apprehensively.
"Any idea what you wanna listen to?"
"Mothohive!" Gavin immediately replies.
I gasp, leaning forward. "Yes, Mothohive! Please!" Mothohive is our favorite song. Gavin listens to it all the fucking time, and I ended up falling in love with it.
"Fine, fine." Hank hands us the AUX cord. "Do what you want."
Gavin reaches into my pocket and grabs my phone. He unlocks it with his finger, plugs it into the cord, then starts playing our favorite song. "Fuck! Turn it up, Hank!"
Hank turns it up. The electric guitar sends shocks through my body. I love this song so much. The main reason why I love it is because I can enjoy it with Gavin. I take his hand, grateful to be with him. I may want to strangle him sometimes, but he's good. He's got a lot of good in him.
He scoots over to me, laying his head on my shoulder.
"And, through the walls of ash, we revive the Mothohive," I murmur in his ear at the same time he does. I lower my voice to a whisper. "See the new day."
He shivers. "I love when you whisper song lyrics in my ears."
"I know."
"Fuck, I love you."
"I love you, too."
Gavin advises Hank on where to go, and Hank faithfully follows his instructions. Eventually, he pulls up to a definitely abandoned house and parks the car. Gavin pulls the cord out of my phone and gives it to me. "We're here... Are you scared?"
"No," I reply. "Why would I be?"
"Cause, it's spooky! Spooky time, Conan! Be scared!"
"I'm... not scared."
"I'm scared!" Connor pipes up.
"That makes sense." I get out. Gavin follows me. "Sure, Gavin, this is too spooky. I'm on the verge of pissing myself."
"See? That's the spirit!" Gavin takes my hand, pulling me along with him. He takes me to the front of the house, which is relatively big. He pushes the door open before wandering inside.
I linger outside, peeking in apprehensively.
Connor passes me, looking around curiously.
"Don't you dare lick anything, Connor!" Hank scolds, walking in after him.
I glance around behind me. I get chills as I stare out at the darkness. This was a horrible idea, but I turn back around and walk into the house. "Where's Gavin?" He's nowhere to be seen.
     Hank and Connor shrug before they disappear into their own part of the house.
     "Gavin?!" I walk around the house, looking through the rooms to find my partner.
     "Boo!" He pops out of a doorway.
     Of course, he doesn't scare me. "Nice try, Gavin."
     "Dammit!"
     I step closer to him.
     "Come here! I found something that'll make your dick hard!" He pulls me into the room. I'm almost afraid of what he'll show me. "Look at this! It's a collar! I know what this was used for."
     "Don't put it on. The last thing I need is you wearing a dead person's collar and getting haunted."
     "I won't." He throws it to the ground. "Remember the argument we had earlier? When I challenged you to fuck me?"
     "You aren't seriously suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"
     He nods. "Right here, right now."
     "You're such a slut."
     "I'm your slut, bitch. I'm high maintenance! I need dick, Conan!" He wraps his arms around my neck. "Give it to me, baby. Show me a good time."
     "Why, here?"
     "Cause, I feel like it."
     "Seriously? This is extremely inappropriate."
"Since when did you care?"
"Since, we're not alone! Connor and Hank are here!"
Gavin starts unbuttoning my shirt.
I grab his hand. "You're making me mad."
"That's good. I never liked you when you were calm." He uses his other hand to finish the job.
I take both of his hands and push him against the wall. "I'm serious, Gavin. You're seriously angering me. For real, this time."
     "And? I don't give a shit. Hit me. Take your anger out on me. You know, I like it."
     "Gavin, I'm not going to hit you. I'm not going to hurt you."
     "Ugh! I'm trying everything in my power to provoke you! Just, fuck me, already!"
     I slap my hand over his mouth. "Will you stop screaming about it?!"
     He moans at my touch and grinds his erection against me for friction.
     "You little slut." I push him hard against the wall. "I'll have to teach your slutty ass a lesson!" I hiss. I undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
     "Yes, yes! Please!" He willingly turns around. "Fuck me, please! I don't even care. We can go in dry, baby. I don't care. Just give it to me."
     I undo my pants and let them fall to my ankles. Gavin moans softly as I press my tip against him. I won't go in dry. I don't want to hurt him. I rapidly wet myself so I can enter him. Gavin pushes his ass against me, pushing me inside of him. "Fuck, Gavin!" I hiss. "Stop pushing me!"
     He groans softly. "I can feel you..."
     "Good." I start thrusting myself in and out, fucking him like the slut he is. "Is this what you wanted? To be treated like a whore?!" I snap.
     "Yes~!" he cries. "Please, Father!"
     Father...? That's a new one... He's never called me Father before. I don't know if I like it.
"Daddy, pleeeeassse!"
Ah. There we go. That's something he calls me rather frequently. "Hush, my little cum slave. You'll get it when I feel like it." The sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard throughout the room, and probably throughout the house.
"Ahh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! I'm your cum slave, Father! I need your cum! I need it!"
     God, give me strength to teach this man how to shut the fuck up. He's too damn loud! "Shh!" I hiss. "Shut up! I'll cum in you when I want to!"
     "Please..."
     I slam myself as deep as I can go, spilling myself into his hole as I cum. "Fuck..." I pull out of him. "Gavin?"
     "Yes... Father?" He looks back at me.
     "You're a little, fucking slut."