WHO IS FUCKING MAX? THE END NC17
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mastergloryTitle: Who is fucking Max? 3/3
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ladiopal and masterglory aka masterlady
Pairing: Ewan-Hayden
Beta: The beautifulsam_erotica
Summary: Love, jealousy, pain and hard sex
Rating: NC17, oh yeah!
Icon by the genius of____unspoken
Disclaimer by me,masterglory: This chapter was written by me. It's the first time for me and I hope that you don't throw to me rotten tomatoes. It was only that ladiopal asked some heeelp! to me, and I love her, then...this. Okay, you can throw to me rotten tomatoes. I swerve easily.^_^
Hayden stands still, staring at Ewan, and Ewan stands still, staring at Hayden, the key tightly gripped in his hand.
They gaze at each other, without a word, the tension so high that Natalie wishes she could disappear.
"Well, here you are!" Hayden exclaims, breaking the silence.
Natalie thinks: "Okay, guys, now onto the apologies! Wonderful, Hayden, keep on talking, you're doing great!!!! She takes advantage of the situation to quickly move toward the door, saying "Well, boys, it's really late. I have to go, but it's been fantastic. See you around!"
She takes her bag, kisses both men and quickly disappears.
Hayden, standing still as always, continues:"Why didn't tell me that you intended to take the bike?"
Ewan continues to stare at the younger man, visibily upset, answering the question with another question:"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Sleeping? Sleeping?" whispers Hayden, incredulous, continuing:" You could have fallen in a ravine, you could be dead, and me, here, sleeping!!??!!"
"Maybe it would be better, whore!" Ewan says, hotly.
For Hayden the brutality of this word is too much, and he bursts out:" I'm lost in fear, I've spent the whole day trying to find you by phone, and waiting at home and you left no note, not even a post it from you. I was going crazy with concern for you, do you understand what I'm saying, or not?"
"Oh, yes, I understand. The part I don't understand is why you were so concerned. I'm not a child, you know?"
Hayden doesn't know what to say, lights a fag, trying to calm down, but the anger that is growing inside mixes with the endless pain and guilt he had felt, and these emotions explode in his throat. He yells:"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME? I KNOW THAT YOU FOUND THE LETTER!!"
Ewan bites his lip, then slips his hand in his jeans pocket, and pulls out the letter. He crumples it with anger, throwing it toward Hayden, yelling:"YOU MEAN THIS? YOU WANT IT BACK? GET IT YOURSELF, ASSHOLE!"
Hayden realizes that with only a few words, he could calm the fury that flashes out from Ewan’s dark green eyes. But for some reason he refuses to say the words; instead he lets the anger answer for him:"YES, I GET IT BACK! IT'S MINE! BESIDES, IT WAS IN MY JACKET. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SUCH A MEDDLER..."
Hayden doesn't have the time to finish his sentence. He picks up the letter, and when he turns, a powerful smack lands on his face with a sharp snap like the sound of a broken perch. Instinctively Hayden brings his hand to his face to protect it from another painful assault, an assault that doesn't happen.
The two men stare at each other. For a long time.
Hayden gazes at Ewan, slowly licking his burning lip, from which he can taste a little drop of blood.
Ewan is furious, and fights the temptation to slam the door on his way out, but Hayden’s sharp glance impales him. He muses: "Fuck, now is the time for him to give me some explanation, even if it's painful, I have to face it now...oh my god, I can't..."
Ewan looks up. Hayden is still glancing at him, an unreadable expression in his eyes, his hands deep in his pockets, (as if waiting..for what?).
"Little coward,", Ewan thinks, “You don't have even the nerve to leave me, you're just waiting for my next move." He gazes at Hayden’s trembling lips, feels the sudden urge to suck that drop of blood and make him moan in pain…
Suddenly the Scot grabs his young lover roughtly by the shirt, pulling him close, hissing: "What are you waiting for, little bitch? What's your problem, you fucking coward, you're not able to have one relationship at time?
The anger consumes him, and the pain clouds his thoughts, and that single drop of blood is making him crazy...suddenly he pulls Hayden close, claims that drop of blood with his own lips, and hears his own voice, the words stabbing like knives: "And who is fucking Max? A son? Is there a fucking woman in your life?"
Hayden feels faint, but the anger over the distrust of the man he deeply loves, and the fear he felt thinking of him injured or dead, overwhelms him. Meanwhile the kiss deepens, and the sucking is as feverish as the Scot's questions, so he answers: "Maybe I should introduce her to you. If I was straight...well, in case you've forgotten, I'm gay and..."
Ewan thinks he hates him, but Hayden’s luscious mouth is making him crazy. "AND HE LOVES ME, AND..." Ewan interrupts Hayden’s speech, silencing him with kisses and pressing their melting bodies together. "He..." Hayden tries to continue between wet, urgent kisses "He trusts me...unlike you..."
Suddenly Ewan throws the young man down on the couch, straddling him. "What is this? Are you leaving me for him? Does he fuck you better then me?
"NO, LOVE, PLEASE..."
But Ewan is almost crazy for the pain, kissing his lover hard and deep and pressing his body against Hayden's. Their erections are full and demanding, even unintentionally, and the beautiful friction that usually begins their lovemaking causes the Scot to moan deeply.
He feels Hayden’s tears on his cheek and roughly grabs the beautiful face with his hands. "I'll fuck you for the last time, and I swear that you won't ever forget it. So you'll have something to talk about to your asshole...what's his name? TELL ME!!"
But he doesn't wait for the answer, and joins their lips again in a deep and wet kiss. He loosens Hayden's trousers, pulls them off, and takes the gorgeous cock in his hand, starting to pump it roughly, encouraged by Hayden’s immediate moans.
The room starts to spin around the Canadian, who is trying to resist the intense pleasure that threatens to overpower him. Abruptly, he reverses the situation, rolling them over and getting on top of Ewan. "You scottish bastard, why don't you ever listen to me?" he yells, straddling Ewan and frantically beginning to take off the other man’s jeans, rubbing their hard naked cocks together.
Suddenly, with a deft push of his hip, Ewan rolls them onto the carpet, sweaty, sticky and aroused. He looks up at Hayden, pleading "God...Hayden...christ...tell me-what does he mean to you..."
Instead of answering, the Canadian starts to slide his mouth over Ewan’s chest, kissing, licking, biting. He moves stealthily down, down – his hunger taking over, tasting and licking the tip of Ewan’s cock.
The Scot, overwhelmed by the sensation hisses "Please...darling...uh...tell me...oh my god!...” but he is unable to go on, because his beautiful boy has swallowed his cock powerfully and has started to suck it, stealing every last bit of breath he had left.
Ewan’s mouth burns with lust as he grabs Hayden’s hips, turns him over, and brings the boy’s cock into his mouth, starting to taste and suck the salty skin. Hayden winces at the pleasure of their fierce rhythm. After several moments of languid sucking, just a moment before coming, Ewan stops, and grabs Hayden by the hair. "Turn over, little whore, I want to taste you deep before I fill you with my cock...."
Hayden obeys, turning over on the carpet for Ewan to stroke his ass with masterful touch, fingering and squeezing. Ewan grabs a pillow from the couch and puts it under Hayden’s navel. His voice cracking with arousal, he whispers: “I'm gonna leave marks, baby, then your...whatever his fucking name is, will have a full viw of what to do with a bitch like you..."
He starts to move his tongue over Hayden’s ass, easing it open with his fingers, sucking, licking, biting, making Hayden lose his mind. He pushes his tongue deeper, and up and down, and up and down...
Hayden tried to speak. "No...wait...I have to tell you...mmmmmm...!” is all he manages to say, while Ewan stuffs his ass with saliva and tongue, preparing him for more.
"Please, man, wait...I have to tell you...uhhh!!!" Hayden exclaims, but he can't go on, because the Scot has slipped two fingers into his opening, stretching it, making more room for his cock. "Oh, god, you knew that I had a relationship before you...but it's over..."
"I read the letter, asshole, so don't lie to me!" Ewan’s voice filled the room as he filled his lover - forcing his hard cock deep into Hayden all at once and roughly pushing him onto all fours.
"Come on, bloody Canadian, tell me what you have...mmmm...to...say..." Ewan moans, pumping his cock faster inside of Hayden, while massaging the younger man’s cock with his hand.
Hayden tries to speak. "Uh!...I left him, oh god...seven months ago...and..." He feels drunk with the pleasure of Ewan’s touch, and he desperately tries to hang onto a last glimpse of sanity..."Christ, Ewan, he's never let me go...oh!...he's fragile, I...could'nt...hurt him..."
"But you could hurt me? Bastard..." says Ewan as he begins to push, push, push as deeply as he can, and pump, pump, pump as fast as he can, and he feels that his climax is near as he bites and licks Hayden’s soft skin until the younger man, too, is on the edge...
Ewan cries out: "Tell me...if you love him...please baby...I'm coming! Oh god!!!"
With a shiver of extreme pleasure, Hayden feels the long hot shoots of Ewan'cum burning deeply inside him, and he feels his own body explode with lust and pleasure, as he comes, flooding his man's hand, screaming "I love you, stupid Scot, oh my god...I love you desperately...fuck, believe me, he is nothing to me!"
Ewan collapses on top of Hayden, their bodies as one. He brings his hand to his mouth. Licking Hayden's cum, tasting him, drinking him in and smelling him near, he feels the usual pleasure close in around him – God, how he loves this bittersweet taste so uniquely Hayden!
They remain in each others embrace, side by side, their faces nearly touching, their words softly whispered like velvet.
"He was important to me, I could'nt be brutal, I mean...he knows that it's over but he doesn'y wanna give up..."
"Did you love him?"
"I was fond of him, but love...only with you i discovered what that means"
"I love you, Hayden..."
"I love you too..."
The dawn finds them tangled like this, their melted bodies caressing each other, overwhelmed by silence and emotion.
"Hayden..."
"What, love?"
"Just tell me one thing...I mean...oh god!! Who is fucking Max?"
And with this, Hayden totally relaxes, and starts to laugh. He laughs until the tears come, followed shortly thereafter by his jealous, handsome, and crazy Scot.
The end
Authors:
ladiopal and masterglory aka masterladyPairing: Ewan-Hayden
Beta: The beautiful
sam_eroticaSummary: Love, jealousy, pain and hard sex
Rating: NC17, oh yeah!
Icon by the genius of
____unspokenDisclaimer by me,
masterglory: This chapter was written by me. It's the first time for me and I hope that you don't throw to me rotten tomatoes. It was only that ladiopal asked some heeelp! to me, and I love her, then...this. Okay, you can throw to me rotten tomatoes. I swerve easily.^_^ Hayden stands still, staring at Ewan, and Ewan stands still, staring at Hayden, the key tightly gripped in his hand.
They gaze at each other, without a word, the tension so high that Natalie wishes she could disappear.
"Well, here you are!" Hayden exclaims, breaking the silence.
Natalie thinks: "Okay, guys, now onto the apologies! Wonderful, Hayden, keep on talking, you're doing great!!!! She takes advantage of the situation to quickly move toward the door, saying "Well, boys, it's really late. I have to go, but it's been fantastic. See you around!"
She takes her bag, kisses both men and quickly disappears.
Hayden, standing still as always, continues:"Why didn't tell me that you intended to take the bike?"
Ewan continues to stare at the younger man, visibily upset, answering the question with another question:"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Sleeping? Sleeping?" whispers Hayden, incredulous, continuing:" You could have fallen in a ravine, you could be dead, and me, here, sleeping!!??!!"
"Maybe it would be better, whore!" Ewan says, hotly.
For Hayden the brutality of this word is too much, and he bursts out:" I'm lost in fear, I've spent the whole day trying to find you by phone, and waiting at home and you left no note, not even a post it from you. I was going crazy with concern for you, do you understand what I'm saying, or not?"
"Oh, yes, I understand. The part I don't understand is why you were so concerned. I'm not a child, you know?"
Hayden doesn't know what to say, lights a fag, trying to calm down, but the anger that is growing inside mixes with the endless pain and guilt he had felt, and these emotions explode in his throat. He yells:"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME? I KNOW THAT YOU FOUND THE LETTER!!"
Ewan bites his lip, then slips his hand in his jeans pocket, and pulls out the letter. He crumples it with anger, throwing it toward Hayden, yelling:"YOU MEAN THIS? YOU WANT IT BACK? GET IT YOURSELF, ASSHOLE!"
Hayden realizes that with only a few words, he could calm the fury that flashes out from Ewan’s dark green eyes. But for some reason he refuses to say the words; instead he lets the anger answer for him:"YES, I GET IT BACK! IT'S MINE! BESIDES, IT WAS IN MY JACKET. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SUCH A MEDDLER..."
Hayden doesn't have the time to finish his sentence. He picks up the letter, and when he turns, a powerful smack lands on his face with a sharp snap like the sound of a broken perch. Instinctively Hayden brings his hand to his face to protect it from another painful assault, an assault that doesn't happen.
The two men stare at each other. For a long time.
Hayden gazes at Ewan, slowly licking his burning lip, from which he can taste a little drop of blood.
Ewan is furious, and fights the temptation to slam the door on his way out, but Hayden’s sharp glance impales him. He muses: "Fuck, now is the time for him to give me some explanation, even if it's painful, I have to face it now...oh my god, I can't..."
Ewan looks up. Hayden is still glancing at him, an unreadable expression in his eyes, his hands deep in his pockets, (as if waiting..for what?).
"Little coward,", Ewan thinks, “You don't have even the nerve to leave me, you're just waiting for my next move." He gazes at Hayden’s trembling lips, feels the sudden urge to suck that drop of blood and make him moan in pain…
Suddenly the Scot grabs his young lover roughtly by the shirt, pulling him close, hissing: "What are you waiting for, little bitch? What's your problem, you fucking coward, you're not able to have one relationship at time?
The anger consumes him, and the pain clouds his thoughts, and that single drop of blood is making him crazy...suddenly he pulls Hayden close, claims that drop of blood with his own lips, and hears his own voice, the words stabbing like knives: "And who is fucking Max? A son? Is there a fucking woman in your life?"
Hayden feels faint, but the anger over the distrust of the man he deeply loves, and the fear he felt thinking of him injured or dead, overwhelms him. Meanwhile the kiss deepens, and the sucking is as feverish as the Scot's questions, so he answers: "Maybe I should introduce her to you. If I was straight...well, in case you've forgotten, I'm gay and..."
Ewan thinks he hates him, but Hayden’s luscious mouth is making him crazy. "AND HE LOVES ME, AND..." Ewan interrupts Hayden’s speech, silencing him with kisses and pressing their melting bodies together. "He..." Hayden tries to continue between wet, urgent kisses "He trusts me...unlike you..."
Suddenly Ewan throws the young man down on the couch, straddling him. "What is this? Are you leaving me for him? Does he fuck you better then me?
"NO, LOVE, PLEASE..."
But Ewan is almost crazy for the pain, kissing his lover hard and deep and pressing his body against Hayden's. Their erections are full and demanding, even unintentionally, and the beautiful friction that usually begins their lovemaking causes the Scot to moan deeply.
He feels Hayden’s tears on his cheek and roughly grabs the beautiful face with his hands. "I'll fuck you for the last time, and I swear that you won't ever forget it. So you'll have something to talk about to your asshole...what's his name? TELL ME!!"
But he doesn't wait for the answer, and joins their lips again in a deep and wet kiss. He loosens Hayden's trousers, pulls them off, and takes the gorgeous cock in his hand, starting to pump it roughly, encouraged by Hayden’s immediate moans.
The room starts to spin around the Canadian, who is trying to resist the intense pleasure that threatens to overpower him. Abruptly, he reverses the situation, rolling them over and getting on top of Ewan. "You scottish bastard, why don't you ever listen to me?" he yells, straddling Ewan and frantically beginning to take off the other man’s jeans, rubbing their hard naked cocks together.
Suddenly, with a deft push of his hip, Ewan rolls them onto the carpet, sweaty, sticky and aroused. He looks up at Hayden, pleading "God...Hayden...christ...tell me-what does he mean to you..."
Instead of answering, the Canadian starts to slide his mouth over Ewan’s chest, kissing, licking, biting. He moves stealthily down, down – his hunger taking over, tasting and licking the tip of Ewan’s cock.
The Scot, overwhelmed by the sensation hisses "Please...darling...uh...tell me...oh my god!...” but he is unable to go on, because his beautiful boy has swallowed his cock powerfully and has started to suck it, stealing every last bit of breath he had left.
Ewan’s mouth burns with lust as he grabs Hayden’s hips, turns him over, and brings the boy’s cock into his mouth, starting to taste and suck the salty skin. Hayden winces at the pleasure of their fierce rhythm. After several moments of languid sucking, just a moment before coming, Ewan stops, and grabs Hayden by the hair. "Turn over, little whore, I want to taste you deep before I fill you with my cock...."
Hayden obeys, turning over on the carpet for Ewan to stroke his ass with masterful touch, fingering and squeezing. Ewan grabs a pillow from the couch and puts it under Hayden’s navel. His voice cracking with arousal, he whispers: “I'm gonna leave marks, baby, then your...whatever his fucking name is, will have a full viw of what to do with a bitch like you..."
He starts to move his tongue over Hayden’s ass, easing it open with his fingers, sucking, licking, biting, making Hayden lose his mind. He pushes his tongue deeper, and up and down, and up and down...
Hayden tried to speak. "No...wait...I have to tell you...mmmmmm...!” is all he manages to say, while Ewan stuffs his ass with saliva and tongue, preparing him for more.
"Please, man, wait...I have to tell you...uhhh!!!" Hayden exclaims, but he can't go on, because the Scot has slipped two fingers into his opening, stretching it, making more room for his cock. "Oh, god, you knew that I had a relationship before you...but it's over..."
"I read the letter, asshole, so don't lie to me!" Ewan’s voice filled the room as he filled his lover - forcing his hard cock deep into Hayden all at once and roughly pushing him onto all fours.
"Come on, bloody Canadian, tell me what you have...mmmm...to...say..." Ewan moans, pumping his cock faster inside of Hayden, while massaging the younger man’s cock with his hand.
Hayden tries to speak. "Uh!...I left him, oh god...seven months ago...and..." He feels drunk with the pleasure of Ewan’s touch, and he desperately tries to hang onto a last glimpse of sanity..."Christ, Ewan, he's never let me go...oh!...he's fragile, I...could'nt...hurt him..."
"But you could hurt me? Bastard..." says Ewan as he begins to push, push, push as deeply as he can, and pump, pump, pump as fast as he can, and he feels that his climax is near as he bites and licks Hayden’s soft skin until the younger man, too, is on the edge...
Ewan cries out: "Tell me...if you love him...please baby...I'm coming! Oh god!!!"
With a shiver of extreme pleasure, Hayden feels the long hot shoots of Ewan'cum burning deeply inside him, and he feels his own body explode with lust and pleasure, as he comes, flooding his man's hand, screaming "I love you, stupid Scot, oh my god...I love you desperately...fuck, believe me, he is nothing to me!"
Ewan collapses on top of Hayden, their bodies as one. He brings his hand to his mouth. Licking Hayden's cum, tasting him, drinking him in and smelling him near, he feels the usual pleasure close in around him – God, how he loves this bittersweet taste so uniquely Hayden!
They remain in each others embrace, side by side, their faces nearly touching, their words softly whispered like velvet.
"He was important to me, I could'nt be brutal, I mean...he knows that it's over but he doesn'y wanna give up..."
"Did you love him?"
"I was fond of him, but love...only with you i discovered what that means"
"I love you, Hayden..."
"I love you too..."
The dawn finds them tangled like this, their melted bodies caressing each other, overwhelmed by silence and emotion.
"Hayden..."
"What, love?"
"Just tell me one thing...I mean...oh god!! Who is fucking Max?"
And with this, Hayden totally relaxes, and starts to laugh. He laughs until the tears come, followed shortly thereafter by his jealous, handsome, and crazy Scot.
The end
