12. Bring Me to Life #3
Dustin could barely wrap his mind around what was happening; the fullness, the electric jolt of euphoria shooting through his body, his hands grasping the sheets like he was possessed, his toes curling in absolute bliss.
He could barely form a coherent thought as James started rocking his hips, slowly at first, but then faster. More fluid. Deeper.
“Fuck!” the moan tore itself from Dustin’s throat like it had a mind of its own, fighting off any attempts he might have made to keep himself quiet.
“You feel… Jesus baby,” was all James could muster in response, gripping Dustin’s voluptuous cheeks like they were the handlebars on a mechanical bull as he drilled into him with pinpoint precision, “so much better than I even imagined,”
Dustin felt like static was overwhelming his senses; he couldn’t see straight, definitely couldn’t think straight, and all he could focus on was the feeling of James completely rearranging his vital organs with every powerful thrust. The headboard knocked the wall, threatening to send his Star Wars figures on the shelf above tumbling down, but Dustin couldn’t possibly give less of a fuck.
He could barely even hear it over the sounds of his own ass colliding with James’s hips, and his wanton moans that were so loud that someone would probably think he was shooting a porno if they overheard him.
It wasn’t long before he felt that all too familiar pressure building in his abdomen; that twisting in his gut that promised he’d definitely be changing his sheets in the very near future.
“J-James, I’m, f-fuck I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“Me too baby boy,” James’s shaky voice came in reply, “can I… inside you? Please, baobei,”
Dustin nodded furiously, his moans ratcheting up to a note he’d only ever hit while performing with Colorful Trauma.
All it took was a few more strokes, before they reached their peak in unison; James’s hips stuttering as he parked himself deep inside Dustin, and Dustin’s eyes rolling back as he painted the bed sheets beneath him.
The sudden silence was overwhelming; only broken up by heavy breathing and the squeak of the bed frame as James slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms around Dustin’s waist.
“That was fucking… ‘insane’ feels like an understatement,” Dustin said weakly as James peppered soft kisses against his neck, “I expected it to be good with you, but that was fucking crazy. I didn’t even know sex could feel like that,”
“I can definitely say the same. It’s never been that good with anyone else before,” James admitted, “but now I’m wondering… what are we, exactly?”
Dustin’s heart started hammering; getting railed by James was easy, but confronting what that meant for their relationship? Apparently that was difficult.
“Every part of me is screaming to ask you to be my boyfriend; that’s all I’ve wanted since freshman fucking year,” tears started welling up in Dustin’s eyes, a lump rapidly forming in his throat, “but you’ve gotta understand James…
if we take that step, you’re walking into my world.
People are gonna look at you different, treat you different.
We might not even be able to go to prom as a couple without the PTA raising hell about it,”
James just held Dustin closer, nuzzling his nose into his neck.
“Baby, I’m willing to take whatever hits come my way as long as I can take them with you,” he said, “fuck, there goes the cheesy shit again, but I can’t help it.
I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you standing on that homecoming stage.
Your smile was so bright and so fucking beautiful that I knew I had to make you mine.
My chance is here and I’m not about to miss it just because other people have an issue,”
And just like that, Dustin was kissing James again; tears flowing as he hugged him tight. James smiled against his lips before gently pulling away to wipe Dustin’s tears.
“If we’re going to be risking our lives to fight an Ancient Chinese god-emperor, I’m not gonna do it with any regrets. So, Dustin Ying, I need you to be my boyfriend while we’re still alive,”
Dustin smiled so big it felt like The Joker might be envious, and he pecked James’s lips again.
“Yes James Zhang, I will be your boyfriend. But don’t cry about it when your social status plummets,”
“Oh no! People I barely talk to are gonna kick me out of their Top 8 friends on MySpace!” James cried, dramatically bringing his hand to his chest like he was clutching invisible pearls.
Dustin giggled and playfully swatted at him, but their moment was interrupted by his phone ringing on the nightstand.
He was going to say hello, but Chris’s voice cut him off as soon as he flipped the phone open.
“Ying Zixuan!” he screamed out Dustin’s Chinese name, instant code for serious business, “Coach let us go from practice early! I heard everything, you little whore! I want full details… when you can walk again, I mean,”
Dustin flipped the phone closed and facepalmed.
If he thought Chris was insufferable before, it had just been turned up to an eleven.