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      Explicit
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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Banana_Bus_Squad
  Relationship:
      Craig_Thompson/Tyler_|_I_AM_WILDCAT
  Character:
      Craig_Thompson, Tyler_|_I_AM_WILDCAT
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      Milkshakes, Cute, First_Dates, Alternate_Universes, Fireworks, New_Years,
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      Innuendoes, Teasing, Cock_Tease, Butt_Slapping, Making_Out, Funny,
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      Inferiority_Complex, Adonis_Complex, Cassandra_Complex, POV_First_Person,
      POV_Third_Person_Limited, Master/Pet, Obedience, Stockholm_Syndrome,
      Praise_Kink, Loss_of_Control, Innocence, Submission, Pet_Names, Drug_Use,
      Come_Eating, Come_Swallowing, Anal_Play, Complex_of_Napoleon, Complex_of
      Virility, Panties, Panty_Kink, Coming_In_Pants, Healthy_Relationships,
      PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_With_Plot
  Series:
      Part 3 of WildLadd
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-15 Updated: 2017-07-15 Chapters: 3/52 Words: 10410
****** A Years Worth of WildLadd ******
by CreativeRose
Summary
     This is a oneshot book with only 52 'chapters' (52 weeks in a year),
     and since I started this a long ass time ago and have yet to finish
     because I'm a fucking retard, I will update whenever I finish one.
     There is a word list, and each week has a certain word. Those words
     will be like a 'theme' or something that has to be in it. Also, each
     oneshot has to be 1,500 words or over (most are over). I'm tired, so
     this summary sucks.
Notes
     (First Week: Craig's insecurities have him fretting over a cute,
     first date.)
      
     Hey, I'm sorry if it says a chapter that's off from the week's real
     number, I just haven't gotten around to writing the ones in-between.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Week 1 | Straws *****
                                Craig's_P.O.V.


I shifted in the cushioned seat of the small restaurant booth, waiting for
Tyler to come back. I nervously played with my fingers, looking down. He had
every right to ditch me, this was only our first date. That thought constantly
played through my mind, making me feel like an idiot. Yes, I know he was just
getting the milkshakes, but.. God, I'm just stupid.. These thoughts are
absurd.. I just can't help but to think that he'd leave me. How could he even
love me in the first place? I'm-
I looked up, the terrible thoughts disappeared out of my mind as my eyes found
Tyler. I took in his appearance as he sat down across from me, an adorable
smile gracing his features. He looked incredibly hot in a flannel with his hair
slicked back, it just made me melt in my seat. I could feel my face heating up
just thinking about it as I rested my head on the table, looking up at Ty.
"What?" He smiled, raising an eyebrow at me. "You're killing me." I mumbled,
looking away for second before returning my gaze to Tyler. "How? Am I
embarrassing you?" He teased, grinning playfully. "You didn't have to dress up
y'know.." I muttered, momentarily looking away. "I wanted to look nice for you
though. So you're gonna have to deal with it for the rest of the night." Tyler
smirked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. 'For you'... For
me.. I loved it when he does nice things for me..
"But you're too hot for your own good." I whined, blush feverishly heating up
my face as I bit my lip. "And you're too cute for your own good." Tyler
claimed, a light blush on his cheeks as he sat his arm up so he could rest his
cheek in his palm. I didn't say anything knowing that if I denied it he'd argue
that I am cute and start ranting out endless reasons, making me redder than a
tomato. So I stayed quiet, smiling to myself. It was silent for a moment, Tyler
probably staring at me or something as I thought about how amazing he was. Then
my eye caught the milkshake. "Ty, you only got one." I giggled, raising an
eyebrow at him as I pointed to the shake. "'Thought we could share." He
smirked, putting two straws in. I smiled, shaking my head at his childishness.
"Yeah, sure, I don't mind." I shrugged, my smile growing wider.
I grabbed the straw closer to me, pushing it between my lips and sucking. Tyler
had a smug look on his face, making me stop. "What..?" I asked, confused on his
expression. "Nothing." He smirked, stifling a laugh as he drew sloppy circles
on the table with a finger, his eyes never leaving me. I fake pouted, flicking
the straw so that it slid around the rim of the cup, colliding with the latter.
The force of the small collision sent Tyler's straw sliding back my way. "What
are you doing?" Tyler chuckled, his pearly white teeth peeking through pink
lips. "Nothing~" I grinned, looking away momentarily. I continued flicking the
straws, twirling them between my fingers. "You're a dork." Ty giggled, booping
my nose. "Your dork." I corrected, booping him back. "Oh, I almost forgot
'cause you're blinding me with you're adorableness." Tyler flirted, both us
blushing. "I hate you.." I muttered, trying to fight the smile tugging at my
lips as I looked down, a fluttery feeling in my chest.
"Shut up, you love it." Tyler mused, a toothy grin plastering his face.
"Tease.." I accused, pouting as I rested both arms on the table. "Your tease."
Ty reminded, pointing at me before taking a sip of the milkshake from the straw
closest to him. "Well, what if I don't want a tease?" I brought up, raising a
fist to rest my chin on. "Then you're gonna have to suck it up because I'm not
going anywhere." He smirked, flicking the straw back my way. "Well, I'm fine
with that." I smiled, blushing a little. "Good." He replied, both of us
grabbing a straw and slurping the milkshake. I could see a playful grin he was
hiding and immediately raised an eyebrow.
As to answer my question, he blew into the straw, bubbles arising in the shake.
I giggled, having to let go of the straw to prevent myself from choking. "What
the fuck, Tyler." I commented, not expecting that. He kept an expressionless
face, looking me dead in the eye, and blew once more. Of course, he couldn't
hold back any longer and we broke out laughing. Once we calmed down, I shook my
head at his childishness and we returned to drinking, or uh, having a bubble
war? I don't even know how it happened, but we ended up giggling and blowing
bubbles in it.
We took a breather from messing around and actually drank the milkshake, having
a conversation about what our friends would think if they knew that we were
dating. "No way, Nogla would totally support us. After all, he ships Evan and
Jon." I assured, smiling. "You think so? I mean, he's straight himself, right?"
Tyler reminded, chewing his nail anxiously. "That doesn't mean he won't accept
us. If anything, he'd probably be excited for us." I counter argued, picturing
how he'd react. "Him and Lui are cute though. It's too bad he won't grow a
pair." Tyler commented, snorting a laugh. "What happened to the 'Oh, he's
straight, no way he'll accept us' thing?" I giggled, confused on his switch of
feelings on the topic. "I don't know, they're adorable together and I take
Nogla for the flexible type." Ty complimented, smirking as he said the last
part. "Ty, you're a dick." I sighed, looking down as my smile continued to
grow. "Is that why you want me?" He teased, making me cough as my face heated
up. "That's not what I- ugh.." I grumbled, my hand accompanying my face.
"I'm just kidding." He reassured, using a playful tone. I stayed quiet,
pouting. "Craiggyyyy~" He called, pushing my foot with his own. "Craiggy, I'm
sorryyy~" Tyler apologized, trapping my foot between his own feet. "You're
mean." I accused, uncovering my face so he could clearly see my pout. "I didn't
mean it." Tyler whined, using his feet to pick my foot up. I raised an eyebrow
at him, leaning back and crossing my arms across my chest. "Craig, I'm
sowwyyyyyyy~ I didn't mean it, I was only kidding." Ty repeated, resting his
head on the table as he continued to move my foot around. "I love you." Tyler
cooed, looking up at me with big, blue eyes. "No, you don't." I teased, keeping
a serious face. "Yes, I do." Tyler retaliated, his face indicating he's ready
to play this game as he rose his head. "No, you don't." I countered, trying to
keep my smile down. "Yes, I do." Tyler kept up, resting an arm on the table
while the other rested on the top of the booth's seat.
"Prove it." I challenged, putting my hands on the table. "I took you on a date,
didn't I?" Tyler pointed out, tilting his head slightly as he raised an
eyebrow. "Yeah.." I sighed in defeat, looking down momentarily before meeting
his gaze once more. "But, if you want, I can prove it later tonight." He
offered, his cheeky grin making it hard to tell if he was serious or not. I
blushed, shocked that I just heard that come out of his mouth. I couldn't get
myself to speak, causing Tyler's devious smile to grow. "Don't push it." I
glared, suddenly able to find words. "I won't push it if that's what you want."
Ty hinted, leaning back slightly. "Ty." I warned, catching on to what he was
doing. "What? I'm just toyin' with ya', Doll Face." He reassured, shining a
toothy grin. "'Better be.." I muttered, my face heating up again.
"Y'know, I do feel like an idiot though." Tyler brought up, slightly tapping
his fingers on the table. "Why?" I questioned, not sure of what he was
referring to. "'Cause I sat across from you instead of next to you." He
explained, biting his lip. "So?" I countered, raising an eyebrow. "I can't kiss
you." Tyler grumbled, both of our facing heating up a little. "No one's
stopping you." I smiled, taking a sip from the milkshake. Tyler smiled happily
as he walked over to my seat, sitting next to me. Tyler wrapped his arms around
me, pulling me close as he rested his head on top of mine. "Thanks for making
me feel short." I giggled, putting my hands in my lap. "Yeah, no problem,
Babe." He chuckled, making my face flush as I uncontrollably smiled. "Can I
kiss you now?" He brought up, nuzzling his head into my hair. "Yeah." I
blushed, smiling shyly. "Finally.." He muttered, a hand finding the back of my
head. Lifting his head off mine, he pulled me into a kiss. It was short, but
sweet, and we both loved it nonetheless.
"I love you."
"Yeah, whatever.. I love you too."
***** Week 2 | Fireworks *****
Chapter Notes
     Craig and Tyler spend an unforgetful New Year's Eve together.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                Craig's_P.O.V.
I leaned up against the back door, crossing my arms and impatiently tapping my
foot. "Come ooooon, Tyler! We'll miss the fireworks!" I yelled, Tyler's
footsteps echoing from upstairs. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Sheesh.." Tyler
exclaimed, racing down the stairs. "Took you long enough." I huffed, not caring
about the smile spread across my face. "Yeah, yeah. I kn- Is that my
sweatshirt?" Tyler called out, pointing at the thick material covering my
torso, which clearly was too big for me. "Maybe.." I teased, looking up at him
innocently as I shoved my hands into the pockets. "Whatever.." He sighed, a
toothy grin peeking through. "Let's just go." He muttered, sliding the screen
door open. "Ladies first." Ty joked, stepping out of the way. "Fuck you." I
giggled, giving him a halfhearted glare, earning a slap on the ass. "Later." He
teased, shining a playful grin. I rolled my eyes and stepped outside onto the
patio, shivering as the crisp air hit my face.
We walked out underneath the fresh blanket of stars, the moon taking it's sweet
time to join them. "Y'know, the fireworks won't be for a while, Min." Tyler
informed behind me, snaking his hands around my waist as he rested his head on
top of mine. "So? That doesn't mean we can't have some fun first." I smiled,
looking up at Tyler. He smiled that dreamy, heartwarming smile and wrapped his
hands fully around me, pulling me close. "I'm fine with that." Ty approved,
kissing my forehead before going over to the box outside full of stuff to fuck
around with. I let him be in charge of what we got and what we did for New
Years Eve, seeing as I have not a clue about what we could even do besides
eating a crap load of food and watching the big display of fireworks before and
after the countdown.

 
                                Tyler's_P.O.V.
That smile Craig wore when he looked up at me, eyes full of excitement. I
couldn't help but take it in for a moment. The stars reflected off his glasses,
cheeks pink from the cold, happily wrapped up in my arms. That was the best
part. He was mine.
After kissing his forehead, I went to go grab some sparklers and shit. What
better way to have fun than run around with dangerous fireworks and water guns?
I picked up several sparklers, roman candles, fountains, and two water pistols.
I laid them out on the fold-up table we had set up earlier, Craig jogging over.
"What's that one do?" Craig asked, pointing to one of the fountains. "It's kind
of like a.." I started, thinking of the best way to explain it. "..like a
quieter firework on the ground that-" "Light it!" He demanded, clenching his
fists in excitement as he stared at it. "I take it you've never seen a
fountain?" I chuckled, grabbing the fountain and a lighter before walking over
to the plywood I laid out earlier so we didn't set the grass on fire. "It
sounds familiar, and I probably have, but moving all over Europe and such as a
kid, the firework laws change, and my parents never let me get close." Mini
explained, watching me set up the fountain. "Yeah, well, you might wanna back
up." I advised, lightning it and walking backwards.
Craig quickly came to my side, jumping as the fountain made a noise. We watched
the fountain emit large sparks that flew off in shapes like stars, shining
whites, reds, and blues. I looked over at Craig, light covering his face, and
smiled, enjoying his happiness. "Holy fuck, that's awesome." He smiled, his
face full of awe and excitement. I chuckled at his reaction, both of us waiting
for the sparks to calm down. "I have a few more." I informed him, turning
around to head back to the table. "I want to be able to try everything before
the big fireworks, Ty." Mini skipped up to my side again, eyeing the water
guns. "Why do we have water guns in the middle of winter?" He questioned,
poking the small weapons that could just barely fit my own hand on the grip and
through the trigger. "Uh, because we can." I shrugged nonchalantly, picking one
up and waving it in his face.
 
                                Craig's_P.O.V.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes playfully, and took the water pistol from his grasp.
"Suit yourself," I shrugged, "But you're gonna lose." "'Like I'd lose to a
pussy." Tyler challenged, filling up his own water gun. "Bring it on, fuckboi."
I grinned, filling mine with as much water as I could before he had flicked up
his water gun and squirted me square in the chest. "Ah! Hey, that's not fair!"
I squealed, running around the table. "I think it was." He chuckled, aiming for
me again. I ducked, spraying his knee under the table and running away
giggling. "What the fuck!" He yelled, laughter clear in his voice as quickly
examined the soaked spot on his jeans.
I ran through the massive yard, not caring about how loud my own laughter was.
I could hear his footsteps behind me, making me smile harder and run faster.
"Get back here, you bitch!" He shouted at me, making me quickly turn my head to
see how close he was and note his water pistol was ready to shoot at a moments
notice. "You'll never catch me alive!" I laughed, turning to make a U-turn
around a tree. "Then suppose I will catch your ass when you're dead." Ty
claimed, jumping out in front of my failed attempt to juke him and blocking me
off. I screamed and pulled up my water gun to shoot him in the face, but he had
already decided on the same exact thing and we ended up blinding each other.
Both of us immediately wiped our faces off while laughing at the irony, the
second we stopped jumping to the other side of the tree. He had already beat me
there and I tried going the other way, running face first into his chest.
"Goddamnit, Ty- WHAAAYT THE FUCK, WHY MEEEE?!" I squealed, backing up into the
tree and smearing more water off my face. I looked down angrily at the water
soaking my own clothes and tried to trick Tyler into whipping my gun out, but
there was nothing there.
"Where'd the hell-?!" I looked frantically left and right, listening to Tyler's
wheeze as I searched for my gun. He didn't have it.. Where the fuck- IT'S IN
THE GRASS! "Why are you such a dick, Tyler?" I muttered, pretending like I
didn't see my gun, and glared at him. "Because I love you." He mustered up a
weird smile- while trying so hard not to laugh -and used the most retarded
voice that came to mind, walking clos- scratch that, it was more of a zombie
waddle. "Uh huh, and I love you so much that I'm going to run away now." I
joked, dashing for my pistol.
I heard him roaring with laughter along with me as he tried to gain up on my
heel. "Get back here, you dickhead! Your ass is mine!" He shouted, spraying
water on my literal heels. "Fuck youuuuu~" I sang, giggling as I searched for a
new route. I smiled when I found it.
"I'm gonna give ya' to the count of 'ten', to get your ugly, yella', no-good
keister off my property," I slowed down and turned around, aiming my water
pistol at his general area, "before I pump your guts full of lead!" My eyes
widened and I lowered my pistol in shock at the sight of him already stopped
and wheezing where he stood, a couple yards away. "What's so funny? My joke was
fuckin' terrible." I wondered, giggling at how red his face was from laughing.
"I managed to squirt myself in the face!" Tyler wheezed, nearly dropping his
gun as he wiped his temple with his sleeve and lightly hit his nose. "Now, if
that's what she said, then that's a hell of an accomplishment, der' bud!" I
claimed, snorting myself into my own fit of laughter. "Why would y-you say
that?" Ty cackled breathlessly, almost completely doubling over.
Through the haze of laughter, I found the perfect timing to win this stupid,
forgotten water gun fight. Catching my breath, I ran full speed and tackled
Tyler to the ground, giving him time to comprehend what just happened. He
blinked several times and smirked before realizing the water pistol pressed
against the side of his head. Even with his eyebrows raised, he still kept that
stupid smirk on his face, which further made me want to wipe it off by
continuing my reference from earlier with "1." "2." "10."
"1." I began counting, my eyes never leaving his.
"2." I'm pretty sure he caught on by now, but I don't know for certain.
"-10." Tyler beat me to my line, the smirk widening as I felt something wet
between my legs.
I nearly screamed as I jumped off the giant and into the grass, rolling several
feet before glancing at the wet spot on my pants. "Really, Tyler?!" I shouted
angrily, turning my head to look at the culprit chuckling on his side. "D-dude,
y-your face!" He snorted, his cute, toothy smile making an appearance as he
tried to point at me without laughing. "Y-you should've seen it!" He caught his
breath, still trying not to laugh at my misery. I rolled my eyes and huffed,
"Ah, I love you too, love." I notice him bite his lip to keep in more giggles.
"Nothing screams 'I love you' more then spraying me in the ass with a water
gun." I crossed my arms, keeping a steady glare his way.
"Awe, babe. I'm glad you caught my subtle hint of affection. I thought it
wouldn't be clear enough that your ass is mine tonight and I'll take you to
McDonalds tomorrow." He stated, getting up on his hands and knees and crawling
over to me. "Yeah-huh. 'Totally caught that head on." I bit my cheek to
prohibit my smile from shining through, allowing him to hover over me. "'You
implying something, sweetheart?" Tyler's grin grew, his tongue and teeth
briefly tracing his lips. Rolling my eyes and scoffing once more, I got an
idea. "Well, yeah, actually." I put on a fake, lovesick smile and once again
pressed the gun to his head. "Oh, you're getting it tonight, you fucker."
After a while of running around and nearly killing each other with roman
candles and water pistols, we began to continue to run around like idiots
except now we have a new weapon equipped with our stupidity.
"Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!" We sang in unison, our left arms linked
as we spun in a circle. Our right hands held a dying sparkler, flickering the
last of it's life as it had failed it's mission to harm anyone except burn me
several times because I'm an idiot and fire is dangerous. The flicker soon went
out, and we were once again left alone in the moonlit night. Our feet stopped
their motion, and the dead sparklers were thrown across the yard to the area
where the plywood and bucket of water were set. Between the panting, Tyler's
arms snuck around my waist from behind, and he rested his head on top of mine.
"Y'know, I'm surprised you didn't take the time to make a pirate joke about my
ass." I muttered, a smile making it's way onto my face as I leaned back into
him. "What's the point when I already have this glorious booty?" He teased,
removing a hand to slap my ass and somehow making a pirate's 'Arrrgh!' sound
like a sexy growl. Ty's hands spun me around, and he planted a kiss on my lips
before giving me an eskimo kiss and a cheeky grin. "You're a twat, you know
that?" I accused, ignoring my pink cheeks and shy smile. His hands found their
place on my hips, where he gained a tight grip, and I couldn't tell what
exactly he was doing until gravity began tugging on me.
"Woah," He grunted as he picked me up, "You got fat." I gasped, pretending to
be offended as I held on to his shoulders. "It's not my fault my ass won't stop
growing." I shrugged, laughing as he threw me over his shoulder. "Tyler, you
fucktard!" I shouted, giggling like mad now. "Put me down!" I demanded as he
began to walk somewhere. "Shut yer trap, lassie." He teased, his voice serious
and foreign. "Unless you want me to show you how to find yer buried treasure."
He continued, biting through the fabric covering my rear. "Tyler!" I angrily
shouted in embarrassment, my face beet red as I gave him a punch to the back.
"Don't fuckin' hit me." Tyler chuckled, using his regular voice now. "Then
don't fucking say shit like that." I countered, trying to glance over my
shoulder. I frowned when my attempt failed, smiling once again when I could
hear Tyler faintly humming the Pirate's of the Caribbean theme song. With a
sigh, Tyler's jackass of a pirate disappeared, and the soft tone of his quiet,
sweet type replaced it.
"Before the fireworks go off, 'you wanna go inside and change? We're soaked."
Ty offered calmly, the familiar tone making my heart flutter. "Nah. 'Gives me
an excuse to cuddle with you afterwards." I informed, grinning at the thought
of snuggling with this fuckboy tonight to keep warm. "Can you put me down now?"
I asked, lightly shivering from the cold wind up here colliding with my wet
clothes. "Depends.." He trailed off, making me a bit nervous as to what he
could be asking for.
"Can I eat your face out before the year ends?" Tyler asked smugly, making my
face flush as I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, ya' big baby, just put me down." I
answered lightly, squeaking at the sudden force lifting me up and placing me
down. I looked around, noticing where we were, and flinched at the sudden
contact of Tyler's fingertips gracing my side and guiding me to his lap. We
were sitting at the single chair placed outside; we only needed one.
"'Thought you would've kissed me standing up, with your arms around me 'n
stuff." I thought aloud, getting positioned in his lap. "Yeah, but I would've
turned you into jelly in seconds." He boasted, and I punched him in the chest.
"Hey! I said no hitting!" Tyler laughed off his pain, lightly pressing a hand
where I hit. "Have some fucking shame, will you?!" I scowled, watching his
smile grow. "'Sorry. It's kinda hard to keep it in when I'm with you." He
grinned, a small tint of pink becoming present upon his cheeks. "I swear to
God, if that's an innuendo.." I blushed, looking away angrily. "I mean.. Only
if you want it to be." Tyler chuckled, resting a hand on my hip. "'Only if you-
' Tyler, you have to be the most horny bastard I've ever seen," I began,
sending daggers his way as I leaned closer, "And I love you for it." My gaze
softened, but soon turned puzzled at Tyler's eyebrow raise.
"'I have to be the most horny bastard you've ever seen'?" He questioned with a
shocked and offended tone. I looked around, talking when my eyes found his
again. "Well, yeah, you're the only one here and I'm talking to you." My
eyebrows furrowed, followed by Ty's sigh. "Craig, how badly do you want me to
finger you right now?" He asked with such low impudence that his point from
earlier was starting to sound true. With a million thoughts making their way
through my head, I immediately knew where he was going with this, and decided
to change where the conversation was headed. "Again! Where did the fucking
shame go?!" I threw at him, red-faced and slightly annoyed. He chuckled, his
scoff and eye-roll further vexing me. "Just shut-up and kiss me."

 
                                Tyler's_P.O.V.
He has to be the most irritable doll ever, and I love that about him.
                          "Just shut-up and kiss me."
Without hesitation, he obeyed my simple command and pressed his lips against
mine. I kept it at slow and open movements, guiding his hands to my shoulders.
His hands slipped to my chest as he leant in further, tongue sliding over my
own. My fingers crawled underneath his damp shirt, touching and pressing in
areas that made him shudder. Craig parted the kiss for a quick breath before
nibbling on my upper lip and giving it a slow tug. Growling, I bit his lower
lip, harshly sucking on it and earning a soft whimper. I traced my tongue
across the swollen, pump flesh and met with his own tongue, where they had an
open dance outside our mouths and he seduced me into his wordless cavern. Our
lips pressed firmly together, spit on our chins being ignored as our faces
continued to clash.
The kiss broke with a loud 'smack', light pants being exchanged as I kissed the
corner of his mouth. He licked my lower lip and my tongue fought back, licking
it's way into his mouth. My tongue caressed the outer ring of his mouth,
painting the pale and pink skin with my saliva before bringing the party into
his own mouth and starting with his teeth. I rubbed my tongue against the warm,
delicate walls of Craig's wet mouth, noticing Craig's tongue begging mine for
attention. I continued to move across his inner cheeks, swiftly switching sides
and applying pressure to the other wall. Craig's tongue followed my own and I
could briefly hear him whine as I my tongue avoided him once again. When I
pulled out, he immediately grunted in frustration and gently bit my tongue. I
gasped at the odd behavior and opened my eyes in curiosity, wondering why he's
prohibiting my tongue from returning.
His whole face was pink and his hot breath was visible from the air's contrast
in heat. Intrigued, I allowed him to pursue his sexual frustration upon my
tongue, watching his teeth lift and his own tongue come forward. Craig's tongue
stroked fast, begging movements on mine, swirling the tips of our tongues
together. "That's a little too gay, Craig." I chuckled breathlessly, pressing
my forehead against his. "Says the fag who wanted to make out with his fiancé."
Craig panted, his voice raising in pitch angrily. "'Got me there." I amusedly
hummed, closing my eyes and softly pressing my lips onto my lover's as if his
words didn't even phase me.
With Craig's horniness fueling the kiss, our faces connected roughly and loud
smacking sounds filled the empty yard. Our moment became more heated by the
second, our teeth clinking as the kiss became fast and sloppy, and Craig
fastened a tight grip on my shirt. Our lips moved passionately as one, our
tongues crossing in long strides. My fingertips balanced between a light caress
and bruising massage, alternating to bring Craig to his weak point. The kiss
broke for a quick breather, but Craig wanted nothing more than for me to kiss
him again, which I couldn't blame him seeing as I had felt the same way.
Instead of kissing him though, I pulled our faces close together, but did not
dare move. Craig struggled to get me to kiss back, but I was having too much
fun teasing him.
Without a warning, Craig groped at my groin, making me let out a gasp and
surprised grunt. Craig plunged his tongue into my mouth, his tongue trying to
show who's boss, and as if a sudden switch was flipped, a sense of dominance
came over me and I pushed him down onto my lap and took control of the kiss.
His spine was between my legs, his feet getting situated over my shoulders, and
his chest against mine. Craig let out an aroused mewl and entangled his fingers
in my hair, happy that he was getting the attention he wanted.
"Fuck, you're so hot when you're frustrated and horny." I groaned into Craig's
neck as we took another quick breather, chuckling when I brought my face back
up to kiss him again. "'Glad you find my pain amusing, now get back to work."
Craig ordered, smiling contently as his eagerness was just about almost worked
out of him. The lust in his eyes was replaced with a calm, delicate look of
love, even though the spit on his face betrayed his feelings. After a sweet
moment of us just nuzzling each other, my teeth found his bottom lip, and I
tugged him in for a gentle kiss. It was slow and passionate, nothing like our
previous one.
With a sudden whistle and 'BANG', the moment was interrupted by the loud sound
of neighbors' fireworks, including a big gathering in a nearby field. We both
gasped at the sudden loudness, flinching and latching on to each other in
surprise. Once realizing what scared the living daylight out of us, we both let
out an amused huff and slowly put our lips back together. I decided to crack an
eye open though; I loved seeing the fireworks reflect brightly onto his sharp
glasses and cute face, especially when his expression of him enjoying the kiss
made him look lost in his own little world. One of my hands found his upper
back, and I pushed him into a deeper kiss. I smiled into the kiss at Craig's
soft, nearly inaudible, moan. With that, I was more gentle with the fragile
being in my arms.
We soon parted- since Craig was all up for watching the fireworks and claimed
he could kiss me anytime -and I helped him get situated in my lap so he could
see and I could have just the right angle of his face. His now semi-dry clothes
clung to him in a way that its teasing manner could only allow me to see so
much of his frame, and I hugged his back into my chest. Our warmths were
exchanged as we enjoyed the glow of the explosive light show in the sky, or at
least Craig anyway. I was too distracted watching Craig. His excitement
gleaming throughout his face, his eyes reflecting the fireworks, his hair
wavering slightly with the light wind, his hands tucked safely in mine. He was
beautiful, and I, being the perverted prick I am, wanted nothing more than to
make sure he knows he's mine.
 
                                Craig's_P.O.V.
The fireworks glowed this way and that, shining almost every color I could
think of. My nerves tingled in amusement-probably adrenaline -not to mention
the hair on my neck standing up with every tickling breath Tyler took. My focus
shifted to Tyler adjusting his chin to rest on the nape of my neck, albeit I
tried hard to ignore his actions. I wasn't being mean, I just knew he was
trying to ruin the moment with something stupid or sexual,I know him too well.
My nose twitched at the thought, and I tried took keep watch of all the pretty
stuff in the sky instead. Just until Tyler's sudden voice rang humbly in my
ear, his stubble brushing against my earlobe.
"Now since it's January, can I give you an early birthday present?" He asked
quietly, a pinch of hope in his voice. "I mean.. Depends on what it is, really.
It's rather late anyway and we should probably head off to bed, so.." I
muttered, not entirely sure if I wanted to know what this so called 'gift' was.
"It's in bed." Ty whispered seductively into my ear, kissing my cheek to my
jawline and trailing down my neck as a sudden large hand slipped into the front
of my pants. My face reddened with a gasp, the chills running up my spine
giving me a good feeling that New Year's is gonna start off with a bang.
Chapter End Notes
     BOOM
     BOOM
     BOOM
     EVEN BRIGHTER THAN THE
     MOON
     MOON
     MOON
***** Week 5 | Skinny Dipping *****
Chapter Summary
     In an H1Z1 type of world, Craig and Tyler escape their friends and
     end up driving like idiots until they stop by a stream to regain
     their breaths.
Chapter Notes
     SMuT WaRNiNg
      
      
      
     I'm serious.
      
      
     Stop.
      
      
     It's 'intense', my dude.
      
      
     Please..?
      
      
     Okay, fine, don't come crying to me.
      
      
      
      
     Alright, you're serious....
      
      
     (Also, this was based off a segment of Mini's stream for Jay)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The boys laughed at Eli's misfortune in comedy, the Asian's face tinting with
embarrassment. "One day, Eli. One day." Lucas mocked, everyone's laughter
rising. "I tried, okay?" He defended, shrugging and crossing his arms. "Eli be
Du-tryin'." Tyler wheezed, Smitty snorting and Mini doubling over as a new idea
highlighted his features with joy. "Eli be Du-cryin'!" He immediately shouted
next, Marksman cackling with Smitty while Craig fell off the log in tears.
Wildcat chuckled at his best friend's beat red face, smiling at his satisfied
need to always make the lad laugh. Tyler basked in Mini's reaction, loving
Craig's contagious smile that encouraged him to think of something else
hilarious and witty to say, but of course, he didn't have the time.
"I think we should start heading out," Smitty advised, standing up and dusting
off his khaki cargo pants. "Uh—yeah; we probably should." Marksman agreed,
gazing into the sky to try and find the sun through the early stars.
"Whatever.." Eli muttered, helping Mark put out the fire while the other three
gathered their things. Without warning, Tyler instinctively made a beeline to
his stolen truck, Craig immediately noticing his loss of company and skipping
over to the other side of the truck like a lost puppy. Upon hearing the car
door open on the other side, Mini obediently did the same, even if there wasn't
even so much as a silent command to do so. He hopped in, shutting the door and
smiling at the content silence between the two.
The silence was broken by Tyler, for he wasn't so sure that Mini wanted the
quiet. "We're gettin' outta here." He smiled, starting the ignition and making
Craig laugh. Craig never questioned why Tyler wanted them to be alone together
instead of driving with the pack, mainly because Craig was happy with it. Both
of them heard the shouts of their friends, Tyler only rolling down the window
and shouting "See ya' later, fuckers!" while speeding away. Mini stuck his head
out the window, yelling back at the now trio. "'Guess we'll meet you there!" He
half laughed, pulling his head back in so that he didn't get shot.
Instinctively, he braced himself, knowing very well that Wildcat loved to drive
insanely fast on the rugged terrain. And as if Tyler knew his thoughts, Craig
was met with the first of many large bumps beneath the tires. They laughed
together, Craig nearly squealing—and sometimes screaming—every time the truck
shook and bounced. Wildcat grinned deviously as he felt daring and made a
sudden sharp turn towards a slanted hillside. Mini instantly knew what he was
doing and held onto the armrest tightly while pushing onto the floor painfully
so that his weight wasn't thrown around. The car shot up into the air, both
screaming and laughing as their stomachs dropped.
The car landed safely, the sound of faint chuckles, heavy breathing, and their
own raging heartbeats filling their ears. The breathless "Again." was all it
took for Wildcat to speed towards the next hill. And the next. And the next.
And the next. Soon it was all adrenaline and selfish impulses, Mini telling him
to go faster and faster, Wildcat pressing down harder as he did so. The truck
was practically flying every time it shot off the ground, the two nearly silent
as the blurry scenery, heavy stomach dropping, and crazy adrenaline pumping
hazed their thoughts; they didn't think, just do.
They skid to a stop, both of their minds fuzzy and stupid. Craig's mission was
to get more air in before Tyler took off again, but Tyler was already done
stepping on the gas pedal for today and his plan was a dizzy impulse. "Hey,
Craig?" He breathed, Craig's heart unknowingly fluttering, which startled Mini
but he took it as part of the moment or something along those lines. "Huh?" He
hummed back, lips parted and eyes making their way up to Tyler's. The wind had
messed up parts of their hair, even though it managed to somewhat find its
rightful place through the panic of being tossed around. Craig's face was pink,
his eyes dilated, and glasses slightly tilted and out of place on his nose. His
eyes drifted to Mini's slim yet plump, pink lips which were tempting him.
Craig watched as Tyler licked his lips, as if to moisten before speaking, and
felt a tug at his heart. He got comfier in the passenger's seat, which was
closer to Tyler, as he waited for him to continue. When his eyes flickered
back, he saw something different in Wildcat; something that put him on edge.
Mini tried to understand his silence, getting goosebumps as the gentle sound of
rushing water fought to bring him ease. Mini took part of his lip into his
mouth, sucking on it as he sought out to decipher Wildcat's weirdness. The
quiet wasn't awkward; both of them were in heavy thought—or trance—and the
river's trickle filled their unspoken words.
Something clicked—or completely flew over his head—in Craig's mind and time
resumed again. He quickly shook his thoughts from his head, hoping his dopey
smile and burning cheeks would go unnoticed. But Tyler was tempted; brought out
of his own thoughts and into action. Craig's brain had drifted to the wonders
of his friend's lips and how some girl would be lucky to be manipulated by
them. Sure, his friends had talked about it and a drunken game of spin the
bottle proved that Wildcat was indeed a great kisser, but Mini wondered what'd
be like if Tyler wasn't forced to kiss him; if Tyler kissed him by a spike of
desire and passion and really—truly meant what his lips do. Only then would
Craig know for sure that he was fantastic. Perhaps, Craig wanted to enjoy it
for himself?
He found himself mindlessly staring, heart throbbing with nerves and mouth
drying at the thought. Mini licked his lips, swearing he was going crazy as he
noticed Wildcat leaning in. And when he pressed his lips against his own, Mini
had never felt so much love in his life. To be wanted by his own friend in such
a way thrilled him, his heart bursting with passion as their lips touched in
only ways he'd dreamed of doing. Tyler's force never weakened, although, that
was what weakened Craig; what brought a tingle to his knees and a fierce shiver
down his spine. He understood that this had only happened from the heat of the
moment and Craig was determined to never let that flame burn out.
Nerves sparking, Craig got on his knees to lean in further, grabbing onto Tyler
in attempts to deepen the kiss. The giant sat up on his knees as well,
overpowering the brit as Mini's back hit the car door. Tyler's tongue dove in
the first chance it got, Mini shuddering at the new feeling. Wildcat held
Craig's face, mounting Craig as he closed all the space between them and
pressed him up against the truck door—and things were getting way too hot for
Min. Craig groaned and entangled his fingers in Ty's hair, using his other hand
to roam Tyler's broad shoulders and slide beneath his shirt—but Ty beat him to
it. They moaned against each other's lips, shirts riding up as they breathed in
a space for one. Their steamy breaths etched further Craig's sudden arousal as
Ty started to bite and intensify the kiss with more force.
Whilst trying to get cold air from the heated situation, Craig unintentionally
bucked his hips as Tyler touched him, letting out a strangled moan. He gasped
at the pleasure it brought, a new form of raw lust glistening in his eyes—Tyler
growling at the new side of Mini. He buried his tongue in Craig's mouth,
practically ripping it out to feast on Craig's tender neck. Craig howled
blissfully, nearly falling out of the truck window as Tyler mauled his throat.
Mini moaned Tyler's name as he unconsciously ground his hips against Wildcat,
the American grinding back slowly yet forcefully. Electrical sparks of pleasure
transferred between the both of them, Craig slowly slipping out of the car as
he dug his nails into Ty's back. Tyler yanked Craig back up, the intensity
stopping as their eyes met. An idea formed between their heavy pants as the
lulling sound of the river water peaked their interests.
With a rush of adrenaline, the two leaped out of the car and down to the river,
both boys' hands on each other and removing their clothes. Now completely nude,
their lips met once more and their hands roamed freely across each other's
skin, exploring every inch of solid muscle and soft flesh. Craig moaned into
the kiss before they separated to step into the river. Surprisingly, they never
bothered or worried about what could've been lurking in the water that came up
a few inches above their knees—or Craig's, anyway. It was fine because the only
infectious creatures in the water were themselves; their mouths latched on to
each other's skin like leeches, biting and sucking everywhere like they'd never
be able to hold each other again until their lips combined once more in a
passionate kiss.
Mini's knees felt weak as they progressively lost more and more air through
their all-too-intense makeout session, Tyler going in to let him breathe as he
harshly bit the lad's pulse point, roughly grabbing his ass as he did so. Craig
gasped for air as he let out a strangled moan, gripping Ty's shoulders for
support. His eyes rolled to the back of his head again, leaning so that Wildcat
could have more room for teeth. Their erections met between them, Craig
grinding against Tyler's hard-on to bring some sort of pleasure to his new
lover. They both groaned, Ty joining Mini in moving his hips. Tyler's free hand
tugged the small of Craig's back so that they were flush against each other.
Their lips soon clashed again, small noises of pleasure passing through them.
Wildcat's tongue fought Mini's, leaving to mark up his neck again.
This was indeed a new type of passion and feeling between the two, both virgins
to doing it with a guy, but also a new level to their relationship. Friends?
They didn't know and, honestly, didn't care at this moment what everyone
thought of this. Everything was fast, but Craig never wanted to let go, and
that's what the lad planned to do. It was extremely hot between the duo, and
anyone would say they weren't sober in the slightest, but they weren't drunk or
high, they were intoxicated by each other. They had yearned for this for too
long, damnit, and they were ending this tonight, pouring everything they had
into this lust-filled moment.
Mini's wondering thoughts of who would be the bottom were answered when Tyler's
moist finger snuck lower to toy with Mini's hole. He blushed and whimpered,
trying to hide his shame in Tyler's chest. Craig knew he'd never top Wildcat in
his wildest dreams, and he should've known and been prepared for this, but
perhaps he thought it wouldn't get this far. Or, maybe, it was the fact he'd
been waiting for this, or even that he was really shy and nervous about this
sudden anticipation for Tyler to dominate him like that.
Tyler smirked at Craig's fidgeting, using his free hand to lift Mini's chin. He
kissed him again, surprising Craig by being gentle with his lips, and pulled
back for a reaction. And Tyler just watched. He watched Craig's flushed face
change as pushed his finger inside of him, feeling him clench tightly. He
watched his mouth open widely, his brows and nose scrunch up, his eyes refusing
to open. He watched on as Mini's hands squeezed his shoulders like his only
lifeline and slid down his back with nails digging into his skin. He never
stopped watching—enjoying—as Mini's knees nearly gave up beneath him, as Mini
let out his first noise of pleasure, as Mini shuddered and melted into Tyler's
arms with delight.
By the third finger, a visible droplet of sweat slid down Craig's temple and
his wobbly legs were practically useless; the only way he managed to stay
upright was by leaning on Tyler. Moans poured from his mouth like an infinite
pitcher, delicately falling and pleasing Tyler's ears. He was grunting and
whining with every pant, clinging to Tyler like a newborn. White hot pleasure
shot through his nerves as he keened in bliss, his breathing picking up
drastically as he consciously did the sexiest pout Tyler had ever seen. With a
new idea in mind, Wildcat pressed Mini's prostate again, his dick twitching as
Craig repeated the reaction. Ty massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves,
internally drooling over Craig's pouting, whimpering, and mewling as the lad
trembled and hollered Tyler's name in ecstasy.
"Hold me." Craig had blurted out of nowhere, Tyler pulling him in closer
anyway. Their lips touched and Mini really tried to be a part of the kiss, but
he had to pull away when he couldn't stop moaning and focusing was out of the
question. He started whining and pouting so hard that Tyler thought he was
gonna cry. Instead of crying, though, he was met with Mini bouncing weakly and
gently shaking him. Perhaps curling his fingers and forcefully shoving them
against Mini's prostate wasn't a good idea... "Please," Craig begged
breathlessly, his body language reading uncomfortable even though he continued
to shiver with bliss. And if Craig wasn't an adult and naked, anybody would've
thought he was doing the 'pee-pee' dance, but, no, he was doing the 'Tyler-you-
better-fuck-me-in-the-ass-right-now' dance, making Tyler's dick twitch again at
the sight of Craig nearly looking like he had ADHD just because he needed his
dick so bad.
"Not yet, baby, I need something too," Ty muttered huskily into the Thompson's
ear, rubbing the smaller's tailbone as he uncurled his fingers inside of Craig.
Mini shuddered, pressing his lips lazily against the brunette's chest as he
reveled in the feeling of the stronger man's fingers. Craig knew what he wanted
once his mind could focus after Tyler's 'magic fingers' disappeared. They
shuffled over to a rock by the land, Craig stumbling slightly from weak legs
and nearly collapsed in front of the boulder as he tried to move the giant
backwards.
Soon, Tyler fell back onto the rock, sitting up with Craig crouched between his
legs. Mini, having no idea of what he was doing, just dove in, taking in as
much of Tyler as he could in his mouth and hoped it did something for him. When
Wildcat's fingers found their way into his bubblegum locks, he knew he was
doing something right and pulled his lips back slowly. Mini's hands squeezed
the thick base, sinking Tyler's cock back into his mouth. "Use–... Use your
tongue." Tyler panted, his other hand now supporting himself on the rock. Craig
obliged, rubbing his tongue along the underside. Craig pulled back, licking the
shaft bottom to top and not thinking about going slow at the slit. The American
cursed under his breath, biting his lip and grunting with the Brit's
ministrations, allowing beads of sweat to roll freely from his brow. Mini took
Ty back in his mouth again, sucking on the tip before going down further.
With a deep breath, Wildcat ground his hips very slowly as to not make Mini
gag. He threw his head back, groaning lowly at the wet heat moving around his
member. Mini took his chance to bob his head, rubbing what he couldn't reach in
sync. Tyler moaned, Craig's name slipping through his lips as he leaning back,
almost sounding vulnerable to Craig until his dominance was re-established by
bucking his hips. Craig gagged, pulling away panting with saliva dangling from
his mouth to Tyler's cock. Ty looked down at Mini, nearly wanting to come
undone all over Craig's face just from how hot the sight was.
"Fuck," Tyler cursed breathlessly, biting his lip as Mini licked his own.
"What?" Mini wiped the spit from his mouth, looking up at Wildcat with big
eyes. "Oh, I'll show you what," Ty growled teasingly, displaying a playful,
toothy smirk as he grabbed Craig and flipped him onto the rock roughly. Craig
squealed as Tyler's hands reached his hips and as the rock met his chest, face
going red as he latched on to the solid earth for support and looked over his
shoulder. Tyler leant over the smaller male, tip brushing against his entrance.
Tyler licked his way up Craig's spine, teeth sinking into the lad's neck before
pushing in. Mini's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned in
ecstasy, raising his ass higher for his tormentor. He opened his mouth wide,
trembling with the feeling. Min wouldn't admit that it burned in the slightest,
wanting Ty to keep going. He'd never felt this kind of pleasure in his life and
he didn't want it to stop just because part of it hurt, so he sucked it up and
let the man stuff him.
"Oh, fffffuuuck," Craig groaned, his pitch going higher towards the end before
he bit his lip to try and contain the pain struck upon his rear. Mini squeezed
and clawed the rock like his life depended on it, gritting his teeth and
gasping for air as if he was being deprived of it. Tyler slowly ground his hips
forcefully into Mini, Craig grinding back and drooling through his moans. "You
like that, huh?" Tyler teased into his ear, bringing his hand down on Craig's
ass as he bit the lobe. Craig shrieked as the stinging washed over his cheek,
burying his face in the rock shamefully. Yes, this was degrading to be the
receiver, but Craig should be proven guilty for liking how Ty was treating him
like a little bitch. He was loving Ty's alpha male and decided to submit to his
little game as the taller brought down his hand again.
Min's face flushed as shameless "Yeah~" eeped out, Tyler doing an animalistic
growl before nipping at the smaller's throat, much to Mini's delight. The
American then gently pulled out, making the Brit squirm at the feeling, before
thrusting all the way back in roughly. Craig's head shot up and he moaned
loudly, his legs shaking as a soft buzz clogged his senses for a moment. "You
like my cock, huh? Yeah?" Tyler mocked, one hand finding soft pink hair while
the other rubbed Craig's behind tenderly. He thrusted again, yanking Craig's
hair as he slapped the younger's ass and overpowered him with pleasure.
"Yeaahh~" The lad keened without a second thought, squeezing his eyes shut and
clenching around the guest breaking in—and, damn, was he satisfied with being
the hostess. "Do—Do it again." He begged, his tongue falling out of his wide
mouth as Ty pulled out and push in all the way once more. "Yeah~ F–fuck meeee."
Mini mewled out in bliss as Tyler found rhythm with his hips and skin began to
slap against skin.
Tyler stood up straight, a tight grip on the submitting's hair as he bucked
into him. "'So good..." Trickled right out of the lad's mouth as he started
losing touch with reality. Tyler growled in pleasure, licking his lips as he
watched the Thompson go from desperately clawing at the rock to limp and
shaking. He smirked as Craig's hand slowly repeated its course of trying to
latch on to the same spot as if he had no idea it was moving on its own, and he
didn't. It stopped when Tyler brought his hand down again and Craig jumped,
squeaking and moaning loudly. The larger male soon lost interest in the
position, panting as he hoisted the smaller up, hands underneath his thighs. He
thought about placing him on the tree, but Craig's bare body would have to bear
splinters. The Brit grinded on Tyler's dick, a hand on his bicep and another on
his neck to keep the lad steady, the action giving the older an idea as he
bucked his hips into Craig's sweet ass.
Wildcat lifted Mini a little bit higher, keeping a steady pace with his hips as
he pulled Mini's legs farther apart to get in deeper. Mini squealed as Tyler
went faster, moaning loudly every time he was filled to the brim. "Ah, fuck
meee!" Craig grunted, toying with his own member as he threw his head back onto
his tormentor's shoulder. "You like that, huh?" Ty teased, maneuvering his hips
in a different way to get the most enticing whimper out of Craig. "Yeeeah~
Fu–fuck me, please," Mini mewled, his voice getting higher and breathless.
Although lighter than Tyler, Craig started getting heavy in Tyler's arms, so he
thought quick of where to place him and ended up missionary on the rock. Craig
helped Ty move his legs so that his knees were touching his own shoulders and
Tyler's dick was even deeper inside him. "Oh, God. Ohhhh, God. Fffuck. Fuck!
Fuck! R–right–Right—Get it th–there!" Mini cried out in pleasure, stars dancing
across his blurred vision. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he keened
louder than he had that whole session, a sense of shellshock rolling over him
as his prostate was abused.
The position they were currently in had Tyler's hands underneath the smaller
man, gripping part of his hip and the small of his back so that he could thrust
a hell of a lot faster whilst hitting the lad's most sensitive nerve.
"Tylerrrrrr, I–I'm getting close," Craig grunted, grinding down onto the cock
that was repeatedly pounding into him. "Yeah? How close?" Ty mocked, creating
hickeys up Craig's chest and collarbone. "Hahhh! Closer than I thought!" Mini
groaned, squinting his eyes shut and opening his mouth wide. The younger's hand
snaked its way down South only to get smacked away from the American. "Nah-uh.
You're gonna cum from just this dick." The larger growled possessively, making
the bottom nearly cum at just that. Craig latched on to Tyler tightly, making
sure that his arms were simultaneously keeping his legs spread. "Tyler," Craig
whimpered breathlessly, furrowing his brows and gasping for air. "Yeah, I'm
fucking you." Tyler huffed, a smirk on his face as Mini whined and begged for
more.
"Bite me."
And that's just what Tyler did.
Teeth pinching the silky skin of his tender neck until he came.
"Holy hell, you're tight." Tyler panted, hastily ramming his hips into his
shorter lover who was hollering like an animal beneath him. "Harder!" Craig
bleated, on the verge of climax as heat pooled in his stomach and nerves
overloaded with stimulation. Tyler bit Craig's pulse point one last time before
the lad was screaming his name and the most intense orgasm in his life overtook
him. Rope after rope of cum shot out across Craig's chest and abdomen, one
managing to hit his nose from the intensity. Mini was still moaning and
muttering nonsense to himself even after he was dragged back down from his
amazing high, pleasure still hot in his senses. Tyler's pace continued to
quicken and noises of bliss were muffled into the tough grip on the Brit's
neck. "Ty–hah–ler, cu–cum inside me," Craig breathed, eyes barely opening to
find Tyler. The American obliged with a smirk, stealing a sloppy kiss before
closing his eyes and taking a new bite. He grunted, tensing as his warm juices
threatened to spill into the hot, wet cavern encasing his cock.
Ty groaned, roughly squeezing the younger's hips as his muscles spasmed and he
filled Mini up with his semen. Craig hummed in delight, enjoying the hot
sensation of Tyler planting his seed inside him. Ty eventually slowed down,
sweat dripping down their bodies as they panted like dogs. He brought his face
down for a brief kiss, his lips and tongue sliding across Craig's. When he
pulled his face back, he met with dark green eyes, a connection going between
them. Tyler carefully let go of Mini's waist, helping him maneuver his legs
down as Craig moved his own fingers off of the giant's back and checked for
blood under his fingernails. "Um... I might've clawed your back a bit..." Craig
admitted shyly, peering at the skin cells he'd accidentally scraped off. Tyler
seemed genuinely okay with this; proud, actually, that he had fucked Craig so
hard that he was feverishly clawing at his back for salvation. "It's okay," He
soothed, leaning over and planting a kiss to the lad's temple.
"I'm about to pull out now, alright?" Tyler muttered, helping Mini brace
himself before slowly pulling out of his new favorite hole. Craig gasped,
groaning and closing his eyes while holding on to Tyler's shoulder and bicep.
"'You ready?" Ty merely whispered to Craig, right at the edge of being out
completely. Craig held his breath, digging his fingers even more into Tyler's
skin as his cavern tried to close around nothing with a ping of pain. No longer
connected, they looked up at each other again, a few breathless chuckles
slipping out as they broke into smiles. Snorting, Tyler stood up, certain
muscles appearing sore for his adrenaline had finally worn out. "Hey, 'you
okay?" He asked softly, taking Craig's hand and helping him sit up. "Yeah, I'm
fine," Mini panted, "'Just a little out of breath." And there, again, was pride
burning in Tyler's chest. Tyler immediately noticed the thick, white goop
trickling down the side of Mini's nose, tapping his own a few times to get
Craig to realize.
He giggled, blushing as he briskly wiped it away with his fingers, lapping it
up out of curiosity—or, ya' know, wanting to please Tyler's eyes. Ty shook his
head, biting his lips and going to say something to catch the Brit's attention.
But before he could, however, his words got stuck in his throat as he watched
Craig turn and make eye contact with him, fingers sinking past his lips into
his wet mouth that Tyler really wanted on his right about now. Smirking, he
pulled them out with a moan, strings of saliva attached to his digits as he
licked them clean. "'Kay, they're clean." He spoke nonchalantly, cutting Tyler
short from his trance. "Don't do that shit, man." Ty huffed, noticing his form
leaning over Craig's. "Do what?" He questioned innocently, hand making its way
to his leaking hole. "Craig–" Tyler began to threat, getting cut off by Craig
going "This?" and sticking his finger with a fresh coat of Tyler's cum in his
mouth. "Yeah, it's hot," Tyler informed, licking his lips as he pulled Craig's
wrist back.
Craig whined at the loss of the salty flavor, rolling his eyes and pushing
Tyler back. "Aren't you gonna get up?" Ty asked, watching Craig hunch and
slightly lean back down onto the rock. "Nothing wooooorks." He groaned,
gesturing to his previously manhandled limbs. "'Thought you were 'just out of
breath'?" Tyler chuckled, Craig going to protest but instead yelping when Ty
threw him over his shoulder. "Oh, that was a bad idea after cumming," Tyler
grunted, legs a little wobbly at the new heavy weight upon his tired body.
"Pfft—Ya' think? Now, put me down!" Craig huffed, not bothering to hide the
smile on his face. "C'mon, we gotta get you cleaned up." Tyler retorted,
planting the lad into the water. Craig's legs immediately gave up on him, Tyler
catching the Brit. "Woah, there, partner." He teased, trying to get Mini to
steady himself. "I told you, nothing works." Mini insisted, his legs numb and
sore from his time with Tyler.
After a sigh, Ty helped Mini clean himself, Craig teasingly fingering the last
of Tyler's semen out of his ass just to fluster him again. They spent their
time afterwards just messing with each other in water and enjoying the company,
sitting in the shallow and admiring the stars in silence. This was nice;
something new that they were going to get addicted to. The pair finding flaws
and studying beauty in the other's looks, taking the parts into a deeper level
of thought with the new eye-opener. Craig never loved anyone's eyes more than
he did Tyler's blue ones and Tyler was never hooked on someone's lips like he
was Craig's. And when their eyes rose to the stars again, bodies close, Craig
broke the silence. "Hey, Tyler?" He muttered, snuggling the back of his head
into Tyler's chest. "Huh?" The American hummed, attention now on the Brit. "I
think—No, I'm definitely gay." Mini declared, startling Tyler. "What?" He
chuckled, an eyebrow raised and a smile on his face before Craig's words turned
it into a confident smirk.
"I fucking love dick."








Chapter End Notes
     T'was the first smut I was actually proud of, 'the fuCK.
      
     Also, it's three—scratch that—four a.m. and I'm doing dis shit, wAht
      
     Now for some 'Imaginary Friend' and perhaps a new story that is being
     decided if not Wattpad exclusive...
      
     Anyways, wash out your eyeballs and go back to bed—it's four-thirty
     now, you fucKs
End Notes
     Yell at me on Wattpad @TheCreativeRose
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