FIC: That Middle Road (13/?)
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nilchanceTitle: That Middle Road (13/?)
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nilchance
Pairing: Misha Collins/Jeremy Sisto
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This isn't real.
A/N: Set inpoisontaster's A Kept Boy 'verse. This story deals with mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder, and with slavery as used in the AKB 'verse. There's also mention of child abuse, suicide, institutionalization and self-harm. And polyamory. And kink. And a partridge in a pear tree.
When they get back to the house, Zach shoves Jeremy at the steps. "Go shower," he says, "you stink."
"Thanks," Jeremy drawls.
Zach makes kissy faces at him and slaps him on the ass.
***
The upstairs is deserted, which probably should've told Jeremy something's up. Nobody ever claimed he was brilliant. Once he's past his bedroom door, he sheds clothes with each step. His thoughts are carefully not on the floor as he steps into the bathroom, not down where Marisa lay so still he thought he was too late. He thinks about getting an elevator; he thinks about renting a hotel room for after Misha's surgery. When he sniffs his sweatshirt and wrinkles his nose, Wendy's laugh rings out and jerks his attention back to reality.
Wendy's perched on the bathroom sink, naked as Godiva, though she'd roll her eyes and make cracks about a classical education if Jeremy said that out loud. Her hair even hangs loose and blond over her breasts, the way she knows Jeremy likes it. "Boys," she remarks acidly. "You're all the same."
"Should've been a lesbian, then." Jeremy drops his sweatshirt, then regrets it, very aware of his nudity under her cat eyes. "Wen--"
"Shh." Snagging him with her leg, she draws him close. He can smell her, rich as the sea and as wet. Seeing that, she smiles. "Yeah. Been wound up all morning."
"Fuck." Jeremy slips his hand up her thigh and finds her swollen, drenched, hot under his exploring fingers. His resistance isn't strong enough to deal with that; he strokes her with his thumb from cunt to clit, and she jerks, head tipping back to expose her long tan throat. "Fuck," he says again, softer, circling the hard nub of her clit to watch her shudder. "What do you need?"
She arches, her shoulder-blades squeaking friction against the mirror at her back, hair parting enough to bare one brown nipple. "Fuck me. My mouth, my pussy, I don't even fucking care, just--"
Jeremy groans-growls, leaning down to mouth the exposed curve of her breast. Wendy makes a noise low in her throat and moves into him, her legs opening wider like she can pull him in. All of him, warm in the circle of her embrace. He remembers the moon of her pregnant belly and the deep pained cries she made as she pushed Ryzer into the world. He remembers their first awkward kiss over a midnight feeding, the clash of teeth and the ghost of orange juice on her breath.
This should not be easier than Marisa on her best day, but god, it is.
"Please," Wendy pants, "please," and Jeremy forces himself back to her. He eases two fingers inside, grinning briefly at the wet welcoming sound it makes, and Wendy groans in deep gratification when he curves them up to hit the right spot. She actually grabs his hair, fisting both hands and pulling his head down to her nipple, which he takes into his mouth and scrapes lightly lightly with his teeth. Doesn't stroke her clit, not yet, even though he feels it throb and twitch under his thumb, but the hungry grind of her hips rubs her off in not-quite-right little motions. She tightens rhymically around his fingers and tries to force his hand, whimpering once when he nudges a free finger back to stroke her tight asshole.
"God," Wendy whispers, "dirty little-- let me, let me see, oh--"
Jeremy hums, pleased, and reaches down with his unoccupied hand to fist his cock.
She growls, her heel digging into the small of his back. "All wet at the head. Love it like that, nngh. C'mon. Give it."
Fuck, for a prep school girl Wendy can blurt out shit to make even Jeremy blush. He pets her clit, light as anything, just to hear her whine and feel her flutter around his fingers. "Condom, honey."
"Aw, fuck, who cares, just..." Wendy thumps the back of her head against the mirror, so wound tight that there's a blush crept up between her breasts. "Just come in me, fill me up. Want it. Zach'll lick me out later." When Jeremy twitches, Wendy gives him a crafty look. "Yeah? You like that? You want me in Jeff's living room, your come on my thighs--"
"Jesus, woman, shh." Half-laughing, half-horrified, Jeremy kisses his way up to her grinning mouth and makes her be quiet. He strokes her clit, a few good long circles until she's making hitching "oh, oh," noises into his mouth, then slips his fingers out. Her moan of loss makes him love her a little. "Shh," he whispers, and lines up to her dripping pussy, soaks himself in it for a few delirious seconds. Glides inside her, easy as breathing, and shivers all over. "Wen."
Wendy purrs, crossing her long legs behind his back, taking him deeper. "Yeah. Fuuuck." Then, as he grinds against her, feeling the burn of her pubic hair, she sighs low and deep like a prayer. "Fuck me. Fuck me. I need..."
He can't thrust hard, with Wendy crowded against the mirror, can't hurt her. But he gives her deep and long and slow, drinking her in sips like some fine wine, her body around him, her scent and her heat. Words settle into quiet, hitching breaths and sighs instead of moans; when he eases a hand between them and touches her clit, she comes in long shuddering waves, rippling around him, holding him tighter. He can't help following, gripping her hips and burying his face in her throat.
When it's over, Jeremy can't feel his knees.
Wendy's the first to move, unwinding her legs from his hips and letting her heels thump against the cabinets. Her purring hum makes Jeremy huff out a tired laugh.
"Good," she murmurs, then stretches, letting him slip out. "God. I guess you need to jog more often."
Jeremy swats her flank and pushes back. "I guess I need you to ambush me."
Wendy smirks at him, tousled and pleased with herself, and points at the shower. "You stink, boy, go hose off. And hurry up, or we're gonna be late."
"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Halfway in the shower, Jeremy quirks an eyebrow. "You want to join me?"
"No." Dropping easily off the sink, Wendy beams at him. "I did promise Zach some, ah. Satisfaction."
Jeremy gives a last wrung-out shudder, his dick twitching in a valiant attempt at resurrection; Zach might want to lick him clean, too, Wendy's juices slick all over him. "Y'know, you did. You want to bring him in here?"
****
They're late, but none of them mind.
Author:
nilchancePairing: Misha Collins/Jeremy Sisto
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This isn't real.
A/N: Set in
poisontaster's A Kept Boy 'verse. This story deals with mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder, and with slavery as used in the AKB 'verse. There's also mention of child abuse, suicide, institutionalization and self-harm. And polyamory. And kink. And a partridge in a pear tree.When they get back to the house, Zach shoves Jeremy at the steps. "Go shower," he says, "you stink."
"Thanks," Jeremy drawls.
Zach makes kissy faces at him and slaps him on the ass.
***
The upstairs is deserted, which probably should've told Jeremy something's up. Nobody ever claimed he was brilliant. Once he's past his bedroom door, he sheds clothes with each step. His thoughts are carefully not on the floor as he steps into the bathroom, not down where Marisa lay so still he thought he was too late. He thinks about getting an elevator; he thinks about renting a hotel room for after Misha's surgery. When he sniffs his sweatshirt and wrinkles his nose, Wendy's laugh rings out and jerks his attention back to reality.
Wendy's perched on the bathroom sink, naked as Godiva, though she'd roll her eyes and make cracks about a classical education if Jeremy said that out loud. Her hair even hangs loose and blond over her breasts, the way she knows Jeremy likes it. "Boys," she remarks acidly. "You're all the same."
"Should've been a lesbian, then." Jeremy drops his sweatshirt, then regrets it, very aware of his nudity under her cat eyes. "Wen--"
"Shh." Snagging him with her leg, she draws him close. He can smell her, rich as the sea and as wet. Seeing that, she smiles. "Yeah. Been wound up all morning."
"Fuck." Jeremy slips his hand up her thigh and finds her swollen, drenched, hot under his exploring fingers. His resistance isn't strong enough to deal with that; he strokes her with his thumb from cunt to clit, and she jerks, head tipping back to expose her long tan throat. "Fuck," he says again, softer, circling the hard nub of her clit to watch her shudder. "What do you need?"
She arches, her shoulder-blades squeaking friction against the mirror at her back, hair parting enough to bare one brown nipple. "Fuck me. My mouth, my pussy, I don't even fucking care, just--"
Jeremy groans-growls, leaning down to mouth the exposed curve of her breast. Wendy makes a noise low in her throat and moves into him, her legs opening wider like she can pull him in. All of him, warm in the circle of her embrace. He remembers the moon of her pregnant belly and the deep pained cries she made as she pushed Ryzer into the world. He remembers their first awkward kiss over a midnight feeding, the clash of teeth and the ghost of orange juice on her breath.
This should not be easier than Marisa on her best day, but god, it is.
"Please," Wendy pants, "please," and Jeremy forces himself back to her. He eases two fingers inside, grinning briefly at the wet welcoming sound it makes, and Wendy groans in deep gratification when he curves them up to hit the right spot. She actually grabs his hair, fisting both hands and pulling his head down to her nipple, which he takes into his mouth and scrapes lightly lightly with his teeth. Doesn't stroke her clit, not yet, even though he feels it throb and twitch under his thumb, but the hungry grind of her hips rubs her off in not-quite-right little motions. She tightens rhymically around his fingers and tries to force his hand, whimpering once when he nudges a free finger back to stroke her tight asshole.
"God," Wendy whispers, "dirty little-- let me, let me see, oh--"
Jeremy hums, pleased, and reaches down with his unoccupied hand to fist his cock.
She growls, her heel digging into the small of his back. "All wet at the head. Love it like that, nngh. C'mon. Give it."
Fuck, for a prep school girl Wendy can blurt out shit to make even Jeremy blush. He pets her clit, light as anything, just to hear her whine and feel her flutter around his fingers. "Condom, honey."
"Aw, fuck, who cares, just..." Wendy thumps the back of her head against the mirror, so wound tight that there's a blush crept up between her breasts. "Just come in me, fill me up. Want it. Zach'll lick me out later." When Jeremy twitches, Wendy gives him a crafty look. "Yeah? You like that? You want me in Jeff's living room, your come on my thighs--"
"Jesus, woman, shh." Half-laughing, half-horrified, Jeremy kisses his way up to her grinning mouth and makes her be quiet. He strokes her clit, a few good long circles until she's making hitching "oh, oh," noises into his mouth, then slips his fingers out. Her moan of loss makes him love her a little. "Shh," he whispers, and lines up to her dripping pussy, soaks himself in it for a few delirious seconds. Glides inside her, easy as breathing, and shivers all over. "Wen."
Wendy purrs, crossing her long legs behind his back, taking him deeper. "Yeah. Fuuuck." Then, as he grinds against her, feeling the burn of her pubic hair, she sighs low and deep like a prayer. "Fuck me. Fuck me. I need..."
He can't thrust hard, with Wendy crowded against the mirror, can't hurt her. But he gives her deep and long and slow, drinking her in sips like some fine wine, her body around him, her scent and her heat. Words settle into quiet, hitching breaths and sighs instead of moans; when he eases a hand between them and touches her clit, she comes in long shuddering waves, rippling around him, holding him tighter. He can't help following, gripping her hips and burying his face in her throat.
When it's over, Jeremy can't feel his knees.
Wendy's the first to move, unwinding her legs from his hips and letting her heels thump against the cabinets. Her purring hum makes Jeremy huff out a tired laugh.
"Good," she murmurs, then stretches, letting him slip out. "God. I guess you need to jog more often."
Jeremy swats her flank and pushes back. "I guess I need you to ambush me."
Wendy smirks at him, tousled and pleased with herself, and points at the shower. "You stink, boy, go hose off. And hurry up, or we're gonna be late."
"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Halfway in the shower, Jeremy quirks an eyebrow. "You want to join me?"
"No." Dropping easily off the sink, Wendy beams at him. "I did promise Zach some, ah. Satisfaction."
Jeremy gives a last wrung-out shudder, his dick twitching in a valiant attempt at resurrection; Zach might want to lick him clean, too, Wendy's juices slick all over him. "Y'know, you did. You want to bring him in here?"
****
They're late, but none of them mind.
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