Weighted.

“Gerard, this is my fiancé, Frank.” My sister smiled nervously as she introduced us. Your bright hazel eyes turned to me in anticipation and excitement.

You held out your hand, the tattoos on your hands almost distracting me. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You beamed.

I nodded and took your hand, shaking it firmly. Your smile grew as you looked adoringly at my sister.

That was the first time I met you. You looked so happy, your olive skin and your black hair contrasted your eyes. You were beautiful. Although I wasn’t surprised, my sister always had the same taste in guys as I did.

You looked nothing now like you did then. It was surprising to think only 6 months had past, yet you looked like you’d been through hell. You were sitting in front of me, your black hair doing little to hide the bored expression on your face. Your obnoxious friends didn’t notice, though, as they ogled the beautiful half-naked girl in front of us.

Why were you bored? Was it possible that you were just so in love with my sister you couldn’t think about another woman? I guessed not as you took another sip of your drink. You’d been given free drinks all night – apparently a bachelor party tradition. Yet you were still so bored.

Your eyes glanced at me, bloodshot and tired. I smiled politely and you returned it. You stood up a few moments later, excusing yourself to the bathroom. Your friends didn’t notice though, they were too distracted by the lovely, half naked lady placing their drink orders in front of them. I didn’t bother saying anything when I stood up, I knew they wouldn’t have taken a second glance. I wasn’t even sure if they knew I was there – or even who I was.

I followed your path through the dimly lit bar and to the bathroom. I must’ve startled you when I entered, as you looked up from the sink basin quickly. Your beautiful eyes – damn. You were scared at first but once your eyes met mine you calmed down. You didn’t seem bothered that I had followed you, I was glad.

“Are you okay man?” I asked. You shook your head as you looked back down to the sink basin. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it, but I asked anyway. “What is it?”

You smiled, your eyes flashing back up to me. “I’m bored.” You stated simply.

“Strippers not your thing?” You shook your head again, some of your black hair falling in front of your eyes. “Me neither.”

You laughed at that. I was happy I made you laugh. “I want to do something reckless.” You paused a moment. “I want to get drunk, and high, and run naked along the beach.”

“It’s good weather for the beach, actually.” I smiled at you. You seemed glad that I didn’t judge you. It was a clear night with only a small breeze.

You sighed, looking at your reflection before turning to me. “If only we could…” You let your voice become quiet, I could barely hear you over the loud music thumping outside the door.

“Why can’t we? I’ve got two parts of the equation. All we need is a taxi.” I smirked before reaching into my pocket. I never thought I’d be so glad to have such a terrible habit. Your eyes lit up as you saw the small plastic bag between my fingertips. I knew I shouldn’t tempt you, my sister would kill me.

“I didn’t know – I mean, your sister never said you…” You tried to dance around the subject. Were you scared?

“She thinks I got clean.” I bit at my lip. She didn’t have to know I was back to drugs. “I don’t want her to know.” I said quickly and you nodded in assurance before taking a step towards me.

“What is it?” Your eyes looked up at me. There were so many emotions pooling in them – fear, anger, excitement. I shouldn't be doing this. You suddenly seemed so innocent. Half of me wanted to protect you, but the other half wanted to taint you – for my own selfish benefit.

“It’s coke.” I handed you the package. “It’s hardly harmful, rarely addictive. Always fun.” I smiled confidently at you as you examined it. “Have you done it before?” I asked, you shook your head.

“I’ve never been high.” Shit. What am I doing to you. I shouldn’t. You bit at your bottom lip and I couldn’t stop myself but to inhale sharply. You looked back up at me, questioning me with your eyes. I didn’t say anything though. I wasn’t about to make a move on my sister’s fiancé – hell, my future brother-in-law. You didn’t press the issue, or you probably didn’t notice the hunger in my eyes. “I thought it would look different, or maybe there’d be more.” You said innocently as you pushed the white powder around in the bag.

“That’s what everyone says, don’t worry.” I smirked. “There’s enough for us both – if you want some.” Stop it Gerard.

“I – I don’t know.” You shifted on your feet and paused for a moment. “Are you sure?” You looked back up from the bag, an unbelievable look of innocence in your eyes. I nodded in response and let you place the package back in my hand.

I walked over to the bathroom door, locking it quickly, before coming back to the bathroom counter. I dried it with the sleeve of my shirt. I could hear your breathing as you stood closer to me, watching and waiting. I placed a small amount of the white powder on the counter before grabbing my wallet from my pocket.

I grabbed out one of my cards – my license or my bank card, I wasn’t paying attention. I sorted it into four small lines, the amount I’d usually do on my own. I didn’t mind sharing, though. The look on your face made it worth it. Any sense of fear had diminished and you looked excited.
Without a second thought, although I probably should have, I pressed my fingertip into one of the lines. I wanted you to taste it. I motioned my finger towards your mouth and you hesitated, only for a second, before parting your lips. My god, your lips. I placed my fingertip on the tip of your tongue, feeling its warmth soak up the contents on my finger.

You screwed up your face, disgusted. “It’s not the most pleasant taste.” I smirked and pulled my hand away from you. “I forgot to warn you.”

“It’s fine.” You said quickly before you licked at your lips. You weren’t away of the effect it had on me, and I wasn’t about to ruin everything to tell you.

I pulled a small note from my wallet and rolled it up, taking my lines like the seasoned pro I was. I sniffed, wiping at my nose to remove any trace of powder. I handed you the note and you smiled – that perfect fucking smile.

You copied what I had done, taking your lines with more ease than I expected. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I joked as you wiped your nose, handing the note back to me. You just grinned. I cleaned off the counter and placed my belongings back in my pocket.

“Want to get out of here?” You asked giddily. I turned to you, your eyes were big and hopeful. “To the beach?” You added, a small smirk gracing your lips.

“Only for you.” I said simply. “But what about your friends?” You just shook your head and I laughed. I followed you out of the bathroom, out of the club, with one last glance back at your friends. Had they even noticed we left? We grabbed some takeaway drinks before climbing into a taxi.

The ride was quiet, but I didn’t mind. I liked it. Your fingers itched at your jeans. You were restless, you were high. I smiled to myself. I forgot how good the first time was. You didn’t need much, the light buzz was enough. The taxi was dark and I took the opportunity to pull the package back out. I needed more already. The downside of being a seasoned professional. You noticed as I dabbed my finger in the bag quickly, before sliding my fingertip across my gums. I was used to the taste. The numbness felt good.

We arrived at the beach and I pulled you from the taxi. I was feeling it now. The confidence was running through my veins. This wasn’t a good idea.

“Let’s go down there.” You pointed to a secluded spot, though there was no one around. I nodded and followed you. You surprised me when you suddenly stripped yourself of your shirt, then your shoes.

“You were serious about running naked?” I asked, my heart racing as I admired the tattoos on your arms, your chest, your stomach. You laughed, undoing your belt buckle. “I don’t run.” I clarified. You just laughed harder, pulling off your jeans. You didn’t – to my dismay – strip yourself of your boxers.

“I just want to go for a swim.” Your words were quick, your eyes meeting mine. “Do you swim at least?” I wanted to say no. It was a bad idea. The whole ocean, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from touching you under the darkness of the waves. I couldn’t stop myself from stripping myself of my shirt, I blamed the drugs.

You grinned appreciatively before making your way to the water’s edge, waiting for me. I took the opportunity for another quick hit, before leaving my clothes in a pile next to yours. I joined you at the water’s edge, the waves tickling our toes. You surprised me when you grabbed my hand suddenly.

“Are you ready?” You asked, your grip on my hand tightening. I loved it. I shouldn’t have.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I laughed as we stepped into the water. It was colder than I expected.
We walked until the water was sitting level with our chests. I was glad it was a calm night and there weren’t many waves. You let go of my hand and I had to stop myself from whining. I wanted it back. I wanted you. I wanted your hand not just in mine, but all over my body.
I turned away quickly, reminding myself of your commitment to my sister. I took a few steps away from you. I tried to, anyway. My feet didn’t follow the direction I gave them though and I ended up inches from you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, but you weren’t concerned. You weren’t warning me not to. It was almost like you wanted me closer. But you didn’t, did you? I couldn’t.

But I did. I snaked my arms around your hips and pulled you closer. I felt your warmth against my body and it felt so fucking good compared to the cold ocean water. I wish you would’ve pulled away, but you didn’t. Fuck. Your skin was soft.

“Don’t let me.” I pleaded, but I didn’t want you to listen to me. And you didn’t. You pushed closer against me. “Don’t let me, please.” I whispered again as I leaned my head towards yours.
“I want you to.” You whispered back as your arms hung lazily around my shoulders, your hand entwining in my red hair. You pulled it lightly. I moaned.

Fuck it. I kissed you. Hard. Rough. Like my life depended on it. And you kissed back, your grip on my hair tightening and I moaned again. I couldn’t help myself, my hands found your ass – it was perfect – and I pulled you against me. I could feel your hard cock against mine. You were so hard. You moaned at the friction, encouraging me to roll my hips into yours.

You moaned again. It was the best thing I’ve ever heard. Our lips still fought passionately, sloppily, against each other’s. I broke the kiss and moved to your neck. It was still warm despite the cold water. I bit you and you moaned again. Just keep moaning, baby.

You surprised me – again – when you reached for my boxers. You had no trouble pulling them off as I kissed your neck. You threw them towards the beach. I did the same with yours before returning my lips to yours.

I could feel you, all of you, naked against me. The thought was enough to make me cum. But I wanted to make this last, if it were my last chance. I was going to milk it for all it had. “Do you want me to touch you?” I purred in your ear as I broke the kiss. Your breath hitched.

“I want you to.” You whispered against my neck. Fuck. You gave me chills. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more.

I moved my hand to your thigh, teasing you with the promise of a touch. “I want you to beg me.” My voice was low, almost a growl. I didn’t want to scare you. But I’d come this far and I wanted it all.

“Please, Gerard. I’ve wanted you for so long. Please touch me. Touch my dick.” You moaned in my ear. You were amazing. I obliged and grabbed your cock roughly, earning a deep moan as you threw your head back. I took the opportunity to continue biting at your neck as I pumped you. You were bigger than I expected. “Wait.” You said breathlessly, pushing me away from you.

I almost pulled you back but the look in your eyes stopped me. You were scared. Your eyes gleamed with confusion as they darted to the shore. I kept my eyes fixated on your expression. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to push you back on the sand. I wanted you to beg me to suck you off. I wanted to finger your ass as I sucked you off.

Your eyes turned back to me. You were still confused. “It’s okay.” I said simply. I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted to hear. You smiled though.

“I don’t want to get sand in your ass when I fuck you.” You smirked. Fuck. You were full of surprises. I stammered, I had no idea what to say.

“I – um. We –”

“Let’s go back to the hotel room.” You cut me off. The confidence you started to exude almost made me weak at the knees. I no longer had the upper hand. Damn.

I followed you back to our clothes as we rushed to get them on. I didn’t bother with my boxers – partly because they were soaking wet, partly because I couldn’t actually find them. You didn’t seem to be bothered with yours either as you left them there. We hurried into a taxi, the drive a blur.

The elevator was too slow, I wanted to touch you but you wouldn’t let me. You warned me there would be consequences. You were demanding. I liked this side of you. We got into the hotel room, drinks in hand. We hadn’t even opened them.

Before you could ask, I pulled the bag out from my pocket and emptied the rest of the contents onto the kitchen counter. You grinned. I evened out our lines and without a second to waste they were gone. The buzz went straight to my head. I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or the adrenaline.

We reconnected against the bedroom door as you pulled me inside. You kissed me this time, the same way I had kissed you. It was full of need and lust. We stripped our half wet clothes and you pushed me onto the bed. I felt vulnerable for the first time in a long time. I fucking liked it.

You climbed between my legs, reconnecting our lips in a kiss. But you moved quickly to my neck. I felt your naked body against mine but I needed you closer. I pulled your hips towards mine. Your lips broke away from my skin as you moaned.

“Do you want me to?” You didn’t have to ask. I spread my legs for you, like a slut. Like the slut I was. You looked up at me, hesitating for a moment. Fuck, please don’t stop. Don’t think about her. “I don’t have lube.” You confessed sheepishly.

I breathed a short sigh of relief. I’m glad you didn’t want to stop. I rolled us over so you were on your back. You looked confused, but it was okay. I had you in the perfect position. I moved down and hovered my mouth over your cock – just enough for my warm breath to hit it. I still wanted you to beg. The momentary shift in domination was over and I regained control.

“Do you want me to suck it?” I asked. You knew what to do. You grabbed my hair, still slightly wet from the water, forcing me towards your cock.

“Please, Gerard. I need you to suck it.” Fuck you were beautiful. I quickly took you into my mouth, as much as I could, and you gasped.

Your taste was amazing. I wanted more. I worked my magic around your cock, your small moans and breaths assuring me I was hitting the right spots – not that I needed assurance, I knew I was. You groaned desperately as I took my mouth away from you.

“You still want to fuck me?” I asked breathlessly. You nodded weakly. You knew I was in control now but you didn’t seem to mind. I positioned myself on top of you, glad I had prepared myself this morning in hope I would get laid – never did it cross my mind it would be you though, of course.

“Don’t you need to –” I cut you off as I slipped down onto your cock. We both moaned. You were inside me. The look on your face encouraged my thrusts. You were breathless, your hands on my hips trying to help me. But I didn’t need help.

I kept my pace perfectly, throwing in a few fast thrusts, sometimes harder. You were squirming and your nails dug into my hips. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I moaned as I continued thrusting. I wasn’t lying – for once.

Your nails dug harder into me. I was sure you were drawing blood. “I’m so close already.” You sounded disappointed as you spoke, moans falling out in between your words. I bit my lip. I wanted this to last, but I wanted you to cum.

“Cum inside of me. Hard.” I moaned as I started pumping myself. You arched your back and moaned louder. It was a sight of perfection. Your eyes locked onto mine, then down my body and onto my cock. I felt you thrust up with a whimper. “Cum for me, Frankie.” I moaned. I felt myself getting closer to my climax.

“Fuck.” It was all you said as you came. I felt your warm inside of me. I wanted to hear you say my name. I continued thrusting so I could finish my orgasm but before I could you pushed me off.

I looked at you, confused, but you just smirked. Before I could fathom what was happening your mouth was on my cock. Fuck. I thrust into your mouth causing you to gag. It made it hotter.

“I’m going to cum.” I moaned as you sucked hard at my cock, taking it in and out of your mouth. You had definitely done this before, slut. “Let me cum in your mouth.” I demanded. You took me deep into your mouth again before back out and then your lips sealed around the tip. You started pumping me and moaning. It didn’t take long.

I came hard in your mouth. You choked as I pushed myself to the back of your throat. I didn’t care. You pulled away from me, my leftover cum dripping from your swollen lips. I knew you’d swallow. You licked it from your lips and I had to resist the urge to face fuck you again.

“You’re fucking amazing.” I breathed as I pulled you towards me and kissed you roughly. You moaned. You pulled away though.

“I have to go back to my fiancé.” You said sadly, worriedly. I frowned. We didn’t need to come back to reality that quickly. “Your sister.” That was all you said. You kissed me quickly before gathering your clothes.

“Just blame it on me. She will anyway.” I sighed. You pulled your shirt on and shook your head.

“I’ll tell her the truth."

“Which is?” I asked, surprised.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you, and that fucking red hair.” You smiled, and I returned it. You left without another word, leaving me naked in a hotel bed, your cum leaking from my ass.

It couldn’t have been more amazing.

Notes

Hello new world. I haven't written in a really long time (3 years) so any feedback would be really helpful.
This was just a short thing (although its probably the longest ones hot I've ever written) that I wanted to warm myself up with.
I hope it's enjoyable and there aren't too many mistakes.
Thanks. :)