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theun4givables's awesome universe, The Tomorrow Trilogy. This is where it gets smutty. Warnings for language, anger issues, and m/m hate!sex - not the "I hate you because I secretly love you" kind, but the "very dubious dubcon" kind. Concrit is super welcome because I really know nothing about writing smut of any kind, let alone this kind..If you're reading this fic for the first time, here are the previous chapters so you can catch up:
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Knowing Mitchel wants this even worse than I do? That's all it fucking takes.
All it takes for me to start to get a hold of myself. My head - the one that's not inside my pants - feels just a tiny bit better. Wish I could say the same for the other one, but my boxers still feel like they're several sizes too small.
Thing is, why does he want it more than I do?
"So tell me, Mitchel." I push him up against the wall gently, and it's all I can do not to moan a little as I grind against him. "Why are you so desperate to get me worked up when you fucked my husband only days ago?"
Mitchel gasps, throws his head back. Bastard definitely wants this more than I do. Not that I don't totally want it, too. But I've still got enough control to pull away - just barely. It takes all of my fucking effort, but I manage. Gotta admit, I'm kinda proud of myself for that. And the best part? Asshole actually whines a little bit when I let go of him, too. Not that I can fucking tell any of it even happened a second later - bastard's utterly fucking composed again by the time he speaks.
"Your ex-husband's all too willing to fall into bed with any man who shows a passing interest." Mitchel smirks at me, brushing himself off casually. How the fuck does he do that? Asshole's completely unruffled. "However, there's one thing you can offer that Jazz can't. I know you're just dying to hurt me, and there's not a chance he'd inflict that kind of pain."
Oh, really? Who's got the upper hand now, asshole?
"Thought you said you were gonna prove you fucked Jazz," I growl. "All you've done so far is show he never fucking topped you." And of course saying that totally doesn't make me want to top the shit out of Mitchel or anything. Not at all.
"So, it's more evidence that you need, Savin?" Mitchel grabs my tie roughly, pulls me in close. His lips brush my ear, and the way my whole body shivers at that? Christ, I must want this more than I fucking thought. "I happen to know he's got a predilection for binding people with ties. Just who do you think showed Jazz that little trick?"
The ties. The fucking ties. No fucking way Mitchel'd know about those - not unless he really has been with Jazz. And I totally can't focus on that right now. I'm too busy replaying Mitchel's last question over and over in my head. Who did show Jazz that trick? He was a virgin when -
Oh, hell no.
My hands reach out for Mitchel before I even know what's going on. Slam him against the wall so fucking hard I hear him exhale sharply. He's gasping for breath, eyes rolled back. My own breathing's pretty ragged, too. And the way my heart's pounding? Fucking Christ, I'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer.
"Don't know if I want to fuck you or kill you, Mitchel," I hiss.
"I think you know which one you'd rather do." Mitchel practically fucking croons.
Gotta wonder again how the bastard fucking does it. How he can seem so totally in control, even when I know how much he wants me. And that? It's almost enough to make me let him go and walk out the door - just so he doesn't get his way. Almost enough, but not fucking quite. Not with the way his knee's already between my legs, pressing against me. And the way those perfect hands are sliding up my shirt now? It's all can do not to rip his clothes off right now.
And really, what the fuck's stopping me from doing that?
It takes all my fucking effort to keep my hands steady as I remove Mitchel's tie. No way do I have the patience for buttons right now. Wish I had a knife - I'd just cut his fucking shirt off. I tear at his collar with both hands, yank so hard the buttons pop off. Struggle to catch my breath as he groans and digs his nails into my back. Pull his shirt off, bite down on his shoulder.
"Harder," Mitchel gasps out, pulling me closer and grinding against me.
"Don't fucking think so." My own breathing's already so labored it's hard to speak. Bastard's not the one running this fucking show, though, so I pull away. Plant one hand squarely in the middle of his chest, pinning him to the wall. My other hand's already working at his belt. He squirms beneath me, breath coming in shallow pants.
Mitchel's got his fingers wrapped around his length - totally not as "lengthy" as mine, by the way - the moment he's unclothed. And the way he's stroking himself? It's utterly impossible not to stop and watch. Christ, those hands are every bit as skilled as I imagined. Wonder what they'd feel like on my cock. And why the fuck am I letting him use them on his?
"Stop trying to get yourself off," I growl.
My nails dig into his arm as it grab it, pull it away from his cock. Mitchel whimpers deep in his throat. Not so controlled now, are you, asshole? Definitely gonna have to restrain his hands, make sure he can't pleasure himself - maybe pin them to the wall? And then I notice Mitchel's tie, lying on the floor where I threw it. Could use that to bind his hands, keep him from -
Oh, fuck.
My heart stops, and my vision starts to tunnel. Not gonna think about Jazz now. Am gonna use one of his tricks, though - one I showed him. As mad I am right now? Mitchel's gonna need something in his mouth to muffle the fucking screams.
I grab his arms too hard - totally gonna leave marks. Turn him around forcefully, shove the gag in his mouth. He shudders, moaning into the tie as I knot it tightly behind his head. Bastard really does like it rough, doesn't he? And that only makes me want to find out exactly how much pain he can fucking handle.
My cock aches as I fumble with my pants, slide them down around my hips. Dig my nails into Mitchel's hips, forcing myself inside him without so much as a warning. He screams around the gag, braces his hands against the wall and kinda collapses into it. Fucking shivers as I roll my hips - don't know if it's from pain or pleasure or both. Don't exactly fucking care, either. Not gonna stop me from thrusting into him with everything I've got.
Didn't think Mitchel'd be so vocal. Bastard's always utterly in command, calculating every fucking move. Right now, though? He's grunting and moaning into the gag. Spreading his legs further apart and pushing himself against me. Gotta admit, that's kinda fucking hot. Okay, totally fucking hot.
Bet he'd beg me to go harder, if he could talk. And you know what? That's a request I can definitely fucking oblige.
I pound into Mitchel hard enough to make him yelp. He's incredibly fucking tight around me - no way am I gonna last much longer. Think he knows it too, because his hand starts creeping down toward his cock. Oh, hell no, asshole. Still think you're gonna control this? Don't fucking think so. I grab his arm, pin both hands above his head. Pound him even harder. A strangled noise escapes him - wonder if he'd even be able to stay upright if I weren't holding him in place.
Don't have to hold him there for long. My nails dig into Mitchel's wrists as I come so violently I practically see fucking stars. I shudder to a stop, trying desperately to catch my breath. It's all I can do to hold myself up, to pull out and back away. Don't even bother to remove the gag from Mitchel's mouth - it's his tie anyway. Let him fucking deal with it.
It takes only moments for Mitchel's nimble fingers to untie the gag. Too bad I didn't get a chance to take advantage of those. His eyes are hard as he turns around silently and gathers up his clothes - and they're not the only thing that is. Bastard definitely didn't get to finish. Can't help smirking a little at that.
"Thanks, Mitchel," I quip. "Didn't realize how... worked up I've been lately. How much I needed a release."
And the best part? For once, Mitchel's at a loss for words as I walk out the door.
(Next chapter is here)
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Date: 2013-01-22 08:49 pm (UTC)I..um...I'll just be down here.
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Date: 2013-01-22 08:53 pm (UTC)I love seeing the reactions to this even if it's not my writing because they're my bbs she's playing with and she's doing an amazing job.
Also this chapter is ridiculously hot.
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Date: 2013-01-22 08:59 pm (UTC)Also I'm ashamed to say it but I think Sarah is pulling this off better than I would.
I haven't snagged any if the Cliffton Crew in a while. Well, except for the Savin/Devin smut I wrote. That pairing should not be as much fun as it is but it is.
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Date: 2013-01-23 03:34 am (UTC)And you did hate him for a little bit because of that Calla scene. And I don't blame you for that, either.
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