Careless control

Logan glared at the boy in front of him. He didn’t that he could just show up anywhere at feel at home, he didn’t like that he was intruding on his life, and he really didn’t like the feels that were swirling around in his lower half. Well he did like those, though he would never admit it. “Weevil,” Logan acknowledged him, wondering why he had just showed up at his house.

Weevil took a confident step into Logan’s room, dumping his helmet on the floor as if it belonged there. He slammed the door and leaned against it. Logan shifted uncomfortably under Weevil’s eyes. He was not liking this, or maybe he was. Weevil confused him, made it so he was not sure what he felt or what he wanted. He could mess up Logan’s whole day with just a glance.

“Come here,” Weevil beckoned. Logan stiffly walked toward him. He stopped about three feet away from Weevil and gave him what he thought a disapproving look. He wasn’t to sure at the moment. He opened his mouth to say something, but words fell short. “Closer,” Weevil murmured in a seductive tone.

“How much closer can I get?” Logan joked, taking a few steps forward. He was so close to touching Weevil he thought his head would explode.

“A lot closer,” Weevil relied, pressing himself against Logan, “Ah I guessed right,” Weevil said, his breath brushing against Logan’s face as he bumped his hips against the other boy’s. “You are quite tonight,” Weevil comment, pushing Logan onto the bed.

“Nothing to say,” Logan answered, disliking how vulnerable he was feeling. He hated feeling vulnerable, he need to be in control. Things were suddenly spinning away from Logan’s grasp and Weevil seemed to be controlling it.

Weevil looked cynical, “Well you know, there is quit a bit. Like fuck me senseless,” He said huskily, working on the buttons of Logan’s pants. Logan rolled away and jumped to his feet. He redid his pants and moved quickly away from Weevil. He wanted him, yes, but everything was too far out of his control.

“Listen you cannot just barge in here and throw me on my bed and expect to fuck me!” Logan said dangerously.

“Well I was doing that without a problem until you freak out!” weevil commented, stepping toward Logan. He pinned him against a wall with nowhere to go. “No you cannot tell me you don’t want this,” Weevil dropped his hand to the front of Logan’s jeans. Weevil’s eyes boar into Logan’s as he rubbed his arousal.

Logan shut his eyes and his breath came out in ragged gasps. “I hate you,” He tried to put on a smug smile but failed.

Weevil laughed, “Sure you just loath me.” He taunted as he dipped his hand under the waistline of Logan’s pants.

Logan lifted his eyes to meet Weevil’s, “Fuck me senseless,” He purred, giving up control for the first time in a while.

Weevil tossed Logan back onto the bed. He ripped off his leather jacket and let it fall to the floor. Soon his black shirt followed and he climbed onto Logan. He leaned forward and attacked the boy’s mouth with a hard lust filled kiss. It wasn’t tender and soft, just needy and demanding. Weevil spread Logan’s legs, and then put one over his shoulder. Weevil looked down at Logan’s troubled eyes and reached between his legs. He probed his entrance with his fingers, stretching him out so it would not hurt as much.

Logan shut his eyes and gasped for air. Weevil probed and stretched him with his fingers and Logan was going insane. He let out a yelp of protest when Weevil’s fingers were removed. He smiled and reassured him that everything would get a lot better soon. Weevil placed his arousal at Logan’s entrance and slowly pushed forward. Logan groaned and dug his fingers into the sheets. Weevil silenced his moans with a kiss and he buried himself deeper into Logan’s tight entrance. His parents were somewhere in the house and they did not want to…disturb them.

Soon Weevil was deep inside Logan he began to rock back and forth, pulling himself in and out of Logan. Logan tightened around him, it hurt like hell but pleasure was ruling over the pain as Weevil hit Logan’s prostate. Weevil’s eyes had slid closed and he was hold back moans of pleasure as Logan moved around him. It felt so good to be inside the spoiled rich boy. Logan’s body tightened and his back arched off the bed. He bit his lip in order to keep his yells at bay as he fell into orgasm. Weevil soon followed, shooting his seed off deep inside Logan.

Weevil slid out of Logan and fell on his bed, half on top of him. The two boys panted, drained and pleased with themselves. Weevil wrapped on arm around Logan and shut his eyes. “I guessed right,” He murmured again the soft skin of Logan’s neck. Logan sigh and nodded weakly. He could get used to giving up control.