Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

It’s apparently nice enough outside for them to open the yard today. I thought I’d take the opportunity and go for a run, which trust me, there is nothing I hate more but being as I hardly eat any of the crappy stuff they call food here, I’d noticed that I’ve started losing some serious muscle and weight, which is entirely not good.
Maybe baby boy could get me some real food sometime? Fuck if I wouldn’t kill for tomatoes and cheese. Before I orgasm at the thought, I walk outside and begin to set off running the length of the yard.
I’m not even half way across before I notice baby boy talking to some meathead over by the trees that got planted a couple years back. We plant one for every person who dies in here. Not counting the kiddie fiddlers that get killed in the showers or the rapists that have ‘adjustments’ to their food. I look over at them, ready to go fight some guy messing with my baby boy.
But I don’t know if I’m more affected by the fact that there isn’t something wrong. He’s actually laughing at stuff the shithead says. Only I get to make him laugh that amazing honking laugh of his.

“Jealous are we, Iero?” I hear from behind me. Before I can even turn around, someone comes up behind me to run alongside me.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. I’ve never seen this guy before and he sure as shit has never spoken to me. He’s tall and skinny, almost scrawny. He’s got ginger hair cut shorter at the sides and long at the top with strands that bounce in front of his face as he runs. The kid’s awfully pale and freckly, he can’t be any older than 20.

“No one you need to know. Well, not for now at least. Look, I’m not here to piss you off or anything. I’ve seen you around and you seem like a pretty alright guy. Just, there’s some stuff going around.” He says, breathing heavily as he spoke.
This kid obviously is completely unfit and anyway, he’s got me interested, so I stop running and turn to face the kid.
He doubles over with his hands on his thighs trying to hold himself up. He holds up one finger, as he heaves over the ground. Fuck. They really need to let us come outside more often, I’m pretty sure this isn’t lazy anymore it’s just goddamn unhealthy.

“What’ve you been hearing, kid?” I question him, narrowing my eyes at him, having enough of this shit.
“Some guys this morning were saying they saw you and the pretty guard getting all friendly the other night.”
Huh!? Fuck!
“Look kid, you’re obviously pretty new here, what’re you even in here for?”
“Killed my parents.” He says with a shrug. Ah… Obviously not noticing my taken aback expression as he stands there and giggles. The fucker’s gotta be nuts.
“Fuck. Anyway, you’ve got no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Sure, man. Just next time, try not to be so obvious about it. Most of the guys in here are totally cool with that sorta shit. But you and me both know there’s guys in here that are not gonna like it and you definitely don’t wanna be making enemies or having people on your back.” He says before running off in the other direction. Hey, the kid wasn’t so bad. Apart from the fact that he’s batshit insane, he’s an alright kid.

No one is gonna tell me what to do with my baby boy. I look back over to him walk in to the greenhouse. Fuck. I need to touch him. Before I even make a decision, I find myself suddenly running in that direction. My need for him is too much for me to even think rationally and the ache in my body lessening with every step closer I get.
I finally get to the greenhouse and take one quick glance around me before slipping through the door and looking it behind me. I lean back against the door and just look at him, just taking him in.
He’s hunched over the flowers, leaning down to smell each and every one.
“I’ve been thinking about you an awful lot lately.” I say, breaking the silence in the room. He hesitates for a second before turning around to face me. A look of apprehension rests on his face.
“W-we could get in trouble. You could get in trouble.” He’s always so quiet when he talks, as if he feels like no one’s gonna listen.
“It’s so fucking worth it.” I argued, crossing the room and gripping on to the front of his uniform, pulling him in tight and crushing our lips together. I pull him so close, needing to feel every inch of him. I reach one of my hands up to place my fingers at the base of his neck, stroking the sweet spot there. He sighs deeply into the kiss. Desire and need roll through me as I kiss him harder. I squeeze the back of his neck as one of my hands roams downwards to cradle his ass, pulling him close. The kiss is desperate.
Hands clutching and pulling, tongues tangling and stroking until I’m drunk with it. I pull away, resting my forehead against his. “Want you so bad, baby boy. Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” I whisper, flicking my tongue out against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. He lets out a small whimper which I’m pretty sure goes straight to my already half-hard dick. Fuuuccck. I need him. All his whimpers and moans are driving me slowly insane with it and I’m losing all rationality.

“T-touch me.” He whispers and holy shit if that isn’t the thing that kills me. Fuck. Someone could knock on the door at any moment. If we get caught alone I’ll get in so much trouble. But... For fucks sake what has my life become?
“Fuck it.”
I reach down and fumble with the zipper of my pants, pushing them down until they pool around my ankles. My cold air hits my hard cock and I let out an involuntary moan. “Suck.” I demand my voice low and gritty as I place my hands on his shoulders. He drops to his knees and before I can even think his mouth is on my dick; hot and wet and tight. It’s as if all the air leaves my lungs and I have to put my hand on the dirty, green coloured glass to steady myself.
He sucks and licks with so much force it’s like he’s trying to suck all of me straight out through my cock. I run my fingers through the thick black strands of his hair and pull. He groans at this as I guide him on my cock, the vibrations of his whimpers running straight through me like electricity. “Fuck, baby boy. That’s it, just like that. Come on, you’re such a good boy for me.” I encourage him as I pull harder on his hair.
Spit and precum drip down his chin.
He looks up at me through his lashes with big, innocent eyes and I lose it. I’m so fucking close. I abandon any sense and grab his head with both hands, fucking his mouth. He drops his arms down by his sides and just lets go, looking straight up at me with those eyes that’re gonna be the death of me, mewling and whimpering around me.

Fuck, I always knew he’d look good with his pretty little mouth stuffed full of cock. I let out a loud groan, fucking his mouth as I cum hard down his throat. He keeps his eyes on me and swallows, pulling off with a wet pop. I run my thumb along his wet bottom lip and slide it inside his mouth. He sucks on my thumb, licking all over. “Such a good boy for me.”
He stands up and I give him one last kiss. I pull up my pants and look at him one last time; the picture of debauchery.
“Come see me tonight, okay?” I tell him before turning around, unlocking the door and walking back into the open field, smirking at the knowledge that he was finally mine. God, I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore and I’m not entirely sure I want it to stop.

Notes

Hey beans! Wow okay, so this was my first attempt ever writing smut so maybe go a lil easy on me? I didn't really plan to write it at all today and I was really worried about it being too rushed but I started writing and it kinda happened, so I'm hoping it's not too rushed..
Anyway! Hope you're enjoying this! As usual, spread love not hate because that shit's not cool.

Songs While Writing:
Stand Inside Your Love- The Smashing Pumpkins
House Of Wolves- My Chemical Romance
Professional Griefers- Deadmau5 ft. Gerard Way
.stitches.- Frank Iero and the Patience
Attention Reader- Pencey Prep
Thunderstruck- AC/DC
Uncle- Mindless Self Indulgence