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Holy shit. He just kissed Collie. When he pulled back from—whatever the fuck he just did, Collie was staring down at him, confused. Why the fuck did he do that? What the fuck Gary—
He tried to plan an escape, find some way he could run away from this bullshit, but Collie had him thoroughly trapped, and when he realised there was no way he was getting out, Barkovitch let out a shaky breath, staring at his feet.
"Look at me," He didnt want to. He really didnt want to.
"Barkovitch." His eyes snapped up to his, and he felt a whine catch in his throat. Collie's gaze felt like too much sometimes, especially now with him looking down on him, eyes dark and full of…want?
Gary tried opening his mouth to say something, but instead of words, he found Collie engulfing his mouth with the same fervour that he had moments earlier. He hadn't realised how much he missed the taste of him until he had it again. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, Collie nipping at his lip until he broke skin, lapping up the blood that fell. The feel of Collie's hair brushing his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he already felt all-consuming.
He felt him pull back, holding his face, thumb grazing his canines as he panted. Barkovitch randomly felt the urge to fight, regain some of the power he had lost embarassingly quick—the way he always does around him.
He bit. And bit hard.
"Fuck!" Collie jerked his hand out of his grasp, glaring daggers into him.
"Bad dog." Holyyyyyshit.
Something was wrong with him, there had to be. Collie spat it out with such malice, with a harsh growl in his voice. Why the fuck did it get him so goddamn hard?
He felt his hips move involuntarily, bucking up towards Collie, and he let out a shaky whimper as the man on top of him met his hips, grinding them together. Barkovitch could hear himself, every embarrassing whimper, every stupid whine he let out as Collie properly slot his thigh in between his legs, grip on his waist pulling him further into him.
Holy fuck, he never thought this would feel better sober.
Collie had one of his hands, rough and warm around his neck, and another had snaked its way up his sleeve, finding his way to the discoloured, sore skin of his arm. Barkovitch cried out as he applied pressure with both hands, each thrust of his hips dragging more noise out of him. He let the hand from his neck fall to the collar of his shirt, pulling at it to expose the bare flesh hidden underneath. Gary could hear the fabric strain and crackle from the stress, but Collie had his face buried into his neck, groaning into his cool flesh as he began biting—marking—his shoulders, so he really couldn't find it in him to care.
His knees were getting weaker and weaker, and the hand on his arm was pressing harder and harder, and all he could hear was Collie and his own senseless babbling. Jesus Christ, could he shut up?
Just then, Collie bit down on him, dragging his nails down his arm, and it all burned so fucking good—"Fucking Christ!" Guess not.
Collie chuckled into his shoulder. "This what you wanted?" his hand was back on his waist—"This what that bitch fit was about?"
He got real close then, breath tickling his ear, palm weaving its way up his chest, he whispered, "If you missed it so bad, all you had to do was ask," and then those hands were pressing hard at his nipples, that was it for him.
He felt himself jerk wildly as he came, clutching onto Collie's biceps, too gone to make a mental note on how firm they felt in his hands. The man pulled him into a kiss, an attempt to quiet him, swallowing his cries as he held him through the aftershocks.
Barkovitch slumped against Collie's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, form a damn thought, anything. Holy shit, that just happened.
"You good?"
Barkovitch finally raised his head, and Collie was staring at him, face still so close. He nodded in response, his hips jerking when he tried to move, realising that Collie hadn't moved his leg. He was also still hard. Did he fucking cum first?
Begrudgingly, he lightly pushed Parker out from between his legs and reached to begin undoing his belt.
Collie looked down at his hands, confused. "Fuck are you doing?"
Barkovitch felt his face flush harder, grumbling to himself as he finally got the belt undone and got Collie against the wall. "Just—just let me fuckin' do this, okay?" Barkovitch let himself drop his knees, slightly wincing at the stone digging into his knees.
He pulls Collie out of his boxers before he can psyche himself out, and tries not to stare. It's really hard not to.
Collie tutted from above him. "Well?"
Oh fuck off, jackass. "Yeah, yeah, asshole."
He does an experimental lick, getting used to the surprisingly not unpleasant taste, before lightly sucking at the tip. With more confidence, he properly takes him into his mouth. He squirms at how Parker's hands already find their way into his hair, guiding him up and down his shaft. Barkovitch sucks and licks wherever he can, using one of his hands to make up for the length he couldn't take yet and the other to use the back of Collie's thighs as leverage. He was periodically staring up at Collie, hoping for any sign of approval. He knew to keep doing something when he got a firm tug on his hair, a drawn-out 'Fuuckkkk' among other expletives. It was when he pulled off to take in a breath, before taking him completely, throat fighting his gag reflex and eyes watering, that Collie really got going.
"Oh fuck—" damn fucking right. He ignored the stinging in his eyes as he swallowed around him.
"Fuck Barkovitch, Good boy,"
He looked up at Collie through tear-ridden lashes as he let out a strung out moan, digging into his thighs. Holy Fuck—
Collie shuddered as his moans sent vibrations straight to his cock, keeping Barkovitch in heated eye contact. "You like that, huh?"
Gary nodded as he came up for air, too far gone to be embarrassed anymore. His own crotch was becoming its own problem now, cock straining and leaking against his already ruined boxers. As he took Collie into his mouth again, he moved one of his hands in between his legs, grinding down to relieve some of the pressure.
Maybe how fucking loud he was wasn't too bad, because Collie seemed to really enjoy the feeling of him whining as he sucked him off with as much vigour as he could while juggling trying to to fucking keel over and—"Fucking look at you, humping your hand like a fucking dog," God, how does he always say the filthiest shit?
Collie tighted the hand in his hair, keeping him on his cock as he spoke. "You that desperate for it?" He furrowed his eyes up at him, hoping it conveyed how strong his yes was. "Fuck, been so good while on your knees, knew you'd be good—" Gary revelled in how hot and floaty the praise made him feel.
"—think you deserve something better?"
Barkovitch didn't even have time to question what he meant before something was shoving away his hand, and a boot pressed against his crotch.
"Jesus Fuck," Gary shakily exhaled as his mind put together the pieces. Collie gave a light press of his boot, an encouragement—or a warning. "Go on, pup," fuck, you didn't need to ask him twice.
He continued with a new rhythm, punctuating the movements of his mouth with a rock of his hips, getting lost in the rhythm and the words that fell out of Parker's mouth, turning his mind to mush.
He could tell Collie was close now, and he whined at the feeling of him twitching against his tongue.
"Gary—fuck im close—" he tried to pull him off, but Barkovitch used his own hand to push him right back. If he was doing this shit, he was doing it for real.
He guessed Parker realised he wasn't coming off anytime soon, and tightened his grip in his hair again. He let out a guttural groan as he came, keeping his cock rammed in Gary's mouth. And fuck, if he thought his mouth was full before, it was definitely fucking full now. He could barely breathe as he tried his best to swallow, while not letting up his own pace, still frantically humping Collie's boot. and its when the last of his cum hits the back of his throat that he finds his own release. Collie lets him off his cock, and he cries out and grinds down on his boot one final time, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He slumps against Collie's thigh, fucking exhausted, and he can only vaguely hear the sound of him putting himself back in his jeans. the clank of his belt was so unimportant behind the post orgasm fuzz his mind had been clouded with.
Eventually, he feels Collie grab his face, pulling him away from his thigh. His thumb was swiping off the cum and spit that hadn't made it down his throat. He prodded at his lips, and almost on instinct, he found himself opening them, taking the digit into his mouth and sucking. He could feel Parker's gaze on him, but he didn't care, not when he slid in his pointer and index finger, coated with his cum and Gary's drool, ready for him to lap up and suck clean.
After letting him lazily suck on his fingers, Collie took them out of his mouth, watching as the blonde was almost reluctant to let them go. Gary tried to rest against his legs again, but was dragged up by strong arms and forced to stand on shaky legs.
And then he's being walked to his dorm, hands periodically coming to pull down his sweater over his crotch every time it rides up when they go up the stairs. Each step he took sobered him more, and by the time Collie had set him down on his bed, he could feel the familiar guilt begin to settle in his stomach. He lay down, worn out from everything, and a headache was quickly forming.
Hair had fallen back in his face, and Collie brought his hand up to fix it. He jerked back without thinking, immediately regretting it when he saw the hurt twitch in the man's features.
He pulls his hand back, resting it on his own thigh. "So uh, we'll talk, yeah?"
Gary pushed his cheek further into his pillow, not wanting to meet his eyes. "Yeah," he clutched the pillow harder, "Whatever."
He heard Collie sigh, and the weight on his twin bed lifted. "Alright."
When he hears the door close, he feels the weight of everything that happened slam into him all at once. What the fuck did he just do?