One Way Or Another ( part 1 )

Nothing could have prepared Carl for the sight that met him on returning home that night. He was more than used to finding bodies sprawled around the flat. Pete’s waster friends seemed to infiltrate the place all the time lately, so that was nothing new.

This evening, however was quite something else, even by Pete’s standards. He immediately felt like he'd just walked into a scene from 'Spinal Tap‘. An A-typical stereotype Rock‘n’ Roll fest.

Two blonde girls Carl had never seen before, and he was sure he would have remembered, were draped semi naked over Pete who was busy preparing a tourniquet around his arm. Two lads, Jason and Sam, who Carl vaguely remembered, perhaps from The Boogaloo or possibly from another of Pete’s 'informal' gatherings, were sprawled out on the threadbare sofa. Disguarded bottles and cans of booze at their feet, their spills leaking carelessly onto the bare floorboards.

Carl’s eyes swept the room slowly taking in the scene before settling back on Pete, who met them with a heavy lidded gaze, “Carlos”, he slurred quietly, his jaw slack, half heartedly raising a glass to him.

Carl bit the inside of his cheek, not trusting himself to speak, hoping instead that the death-look he was throwing Pete would do the trick but when Pete was this far gone, rational communication wasn’t usually as simple as it ought to be. As he predicted Pete ignored his telepathic efforts and returned to setting up his fix.

Carl watched as one of the blonde girls nuzzled into Pete’s neck, kissing the curve of his throat whilst the other held his lower arm, raking her fake fingernails along the underside teasingly as Pete sunk the needle point into the bulging vein and injected the venomous substance. He inhaled sharply “fuckfucksting” cussing then groaning with the pleasurable rush.

Both the girls, although ministering to Peter kept their overly made-up eyes on Carl. The scene reminded him of some seedy porno movie he'd watched recently with Peter. Pete had insisted it was artistic because its was one of the first ever made but to Carl it looked like nothing but bad quality porn staring girls who sported far more pubic hair than, in his opinion, should ever be legal. He met their lusty looks with one of distain and was preparing to leave when a loud bang came from the bathroom followed by the sound of clattering and falling objects; he turned his attention away from the group a moment. “Who..? “he began, looking from Pete and back to the bathroom door as it swung open.

Johnny Borrel stumbled out ,clearly the worse for wear.It was no secret there was no love lost between Carl and Johnny and more to the point , Pete had always said he couldn’t stand the guy. So what the hell was he doing here?

“ You really need to get that shelf sorted in there for fuck sake“ he grinned , acknowledging Carl with a nod and a wink “Biggles” he quipped , tossing a cushion down by Pete’s feet he sank onto it, one of the girls shifted closer to him , reaching for his blonde lock’s with the same false fingernails that were preening Pete not seconds earlier. Carl didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to, his face said it all.

Pete’s lifted his eyes, they seemed darker still if that were possible, glazed and saucer like from his recent fix. He met Johnny with a daft grin “Are we having fun yet!?” he cried dramatically, throwing the last word in Carl’s direction.

Carl rolled his eyes towards the heavens then turned away dismissively, shrugging the battered leather jacket from his shoulders, he threw it across the arm of the sofa.” I’m going to bed, keep the noise down"

He was half way across the room before Pete began struggling to stand up.Grabbing onto one of the peroxide twins 'shoulders to steady himself he half fell over the coffee table and eventually, stumbling, caught up with him.

"What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong” responded Carl flatly, wondering how it were possible for drugs to turn such an intellect into someone so fucking oblivious.

“No, its not “Nothings wrong!” Pete mimicked Carl sarcastically “Fuck you! What’s wrong?" He persisted

“Nothings fucking wrong!" Carl snapped. Then lowered his voice , reminding himself how pointless this was and really just wanting to get out of the way , get to bed.

“I’m just tired, leave it alone Pete”
Pete laughed “Carl Barat Mr fucking rock n roll…its 11.30! Have a drink….have a line …come on!”

Pete flung an arm around Carl’s shoulder trying to lead him back across the room.

Carl could feel his tolerance fading. Firmly he removed Pete’s arm, and looked him in the eye, with all the control he could muster and through gritted teeth informed him again “I’m. going. to. bed"

Pete laughed wryly; even in his intoxicated state he knew it was useless. Once Carl had his mind set on something there was no changing it, but this wasn’t going to stop him trying, he still had one card left to play.

He sank back down next to Johnny and threw an arm around his bare shoulder. Carl paused, watching Pete curiously a moment. Pete met his eyes defiantly.

“Well fuck off then! Go on! go to bed granddad…”
Johnny snorted, “Granddad” he repeated the insult under his breath, giggling pathetically and falling sideways further into Pete. Pete grinned and smacked a kiss on the top of his head, catching Carls eye “We will just have to try and have fun without you".

Pete’s fingers, grubby and stained from his recent abuse of the crack pipe, reached for Johnny’s face, grasping him by the chin, he drew his lips towards his own and crushed them together. Johnny floundered , clearly shocked for a second, hands flailing momentarily in mid-air unsure what to do with them but eventually relenting and mimicking Pete, pulling him closer.

Carl stood, transfixed, mouth open, he opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again wordlessly , the sounds catching in his throat. Eventually a solitary word forced its way out …”Pete?” Carl tried, a knot of anger welled up in his stomach as he watched Peter in utter disbelief, pressing his tongue insistently between Borell’s lips.

No response.

“Pete! For fuck sake!”

Pete drew back sporting a massive grin, raking a hand cockily through his dark locks. Carl noted Johnny’s hand had snaked its way across Pete’s thigh and was perilously close to his fly. Johnny seemed unable to draw his attention away from Pete’s lips, he stared at him, dumbfounded. Pete glanced down at his wandering hand, then back at Carl with an arched brow and a crooked grin.


“You're still here, granddad?” He snickered, prompting a new burst of giggles from Johnny


“Oh fuck you...just .fuck.you.” Carl muttered cutting him a look of utter disgust, he yanked his jacket back on and turned to leave.

“No … Fuck you” Spat Pete, after him.


”Don’t like it do ya Carlos? " Then addressing Johnny "Wont fucking have any fun but he doesn’t fuckin’ like it when I do!" he complained

“Prick” muttered Carl

“Yeah yeah, I’m a prick Carl was wondering when you would say what you were 'really' thinking, that’s ok, I’d rather be a prick than a boring fucking cunt!” he hissed.

Carl was on him before he knew what was happening, fists flying .Carl clocked him one hard on the cheek sending Pete backwards , trapping one of the blonde girl's under him, she squealed, neither Carl or Pete acknowledged it.

Carl launched himself again, throwing himself on top of both Peter and the girl, trying to get him in a headlock. Squirming, the girl struggled frantically to get out of the line of fire, hauling her delicate frame away with surprising strength, to run to the far side of the room for safety. Pete brought up his knee and caught Carl directly in the balls causing him to groan deeply.

“FUCKING ...HELL... PETER” Carl curled and rolled onto his side …“Fuck!” His eyes watered , hands reaching to hold himself protectively.

Pete fell back laughing. This insensitive behaviour was all the ammunition it took to refuel Carl's anger. Yet again he was on him but this time he successfully head locked him. Grunting breathlessly he hauled him to his feet.

Spinning around he glared at the silent audience.

“Now you lot can just fuck off” Carl looked around, daring anyone to even try to object, his face flushed crimson with exertion. Pete squirming under his arm, half laughing, half cussing
“Don’t take no notice of granda…” he started, the end of his sentence cut off by Carl and a sharp twist of his neck and replaced with an ”...owfuckk”

“Go…now! ” .Carl yelled at the party, settling his eyes on Johnny, he nodded towards the door

They gathered their things, ,seconds later the door swung shut.

Pete quietened down significantly with no audience left to play to and Carl pondered his options a moment. Although Pete was no longer struggling, he knew damn well if he let him go now he would want to continue the fight, frankly he was in no mood for that.

“Calm down“. He muttered as Pete resumed his struggling as if to confirm Carl’s thoughts.

“Fucking lemmegothen!”

“No, calm down first”

“Getyahandsoff me!”

No, it's no good , thought Carl. He needed sleep and there was only one way he was going to get it, more than that though he wanted Peter to pay for this. He dragged Pete, still struggling out of the lounge, into his bedroom and across to the messy bedside table. Chuckling to himself breathlessly, he yanked the top draw right out of its frame and tipped its contents on the shabby mattress.

A pair of fluffy novelty but fully functioning handcuffs that some groupie had flung up on stage one night lay amongst the rest of the junk he'd collected. He’d kept them at the time thinking they were tackily cute, and ya never knew ya luck, right?

”Always knew they’d come in handy some day” he mused to himself

Congratulating himself on his ingenuity and keeping Pete tightly locked under his arm he reached for one of his slim wrists and slipped on a cuff, clamping it shut. Pete was too busy struggling, cussing and laughing to even notice the first one going on but by the time Carl tried to secure his second wrist he knew something was up.

” Hey…what…wh…what” he flustered. Too late, he was secured.

Carl released him, heaving a sigh of relief and pushed him backwards. Pete instinctively tried to put out his arms to save himself, unable to, he fell back like deadweight onto Carls bed.

“Oh very good …haha veryfuckingfunny” he nodded, not at all impressed. He rolled onto his side and attempted to swing himself up. Carl threw a hand forward and promptly pushed him back down
Pete flopped back, eyes wide.

“Don’t be stupid Carl” he frowned “If you wanted me tied up, you only had to ask” he added in convincingly camp tone.

“Oh now I’m stupid?" laughed Carl indignantly " I thought I was just boring, but no, I’m not just a boring 'granddad' but a 'stupid' one to boot”

Despite his predicament this brought on a new burst of hysterics from Pete. Carl glared at him.

“I need to piss, Carl”

“Tough”

“No …I 'need' to piss Carl”

“Too bad you hurt my feelings this evening then. Carl smiled candidly. First you fuck up my night, I was tired, needed to rest, would you let me? No! What do you do instead? You taunt me by kissing that...” He stuttered in his anger “That cunt of a man. And then to top it all off you kick me in the fucking balls” Carl paused a moment a deep line creasing his forehead , he slid his hand down the front of his jeans. Pete watched as he massaged himself slowly, far longer than Pete felt entirely necessary. .

Carl’s face broke into a sudden grin, removing his hand from the front of his jeans he rested a knee on the bed, towering over Pete who had managed to struggle up to his elbows.

“You do understand I can’t allow you to just get away with that?” Carl’s large blue eyes questioned Pete’s dark pools pointedly.

Pete searched Carl's gaze carefully, for the first time taking him seriously.
Finally he stopped laughing.

One way or another ( part 2 )

“Right then” Carl, grinned.
Fisting Pete’s hair he yanked him forward and off the bed “let’s go”
“Ouch, where?” Pete winced, reaching up to try and loosen Carls grip which was easier said than done in hand cuffs.
“You said you needed a piss?” Carl checked, pausing
“I do”
“So, I’m taking you” he winked

Kicking the bathroom door open, Carl hauled Pete after him, pushing him in front of the toilet then stepping back to lean against the wall, thumb and forefinger cradling his chin. He watched Peter silently waiting for the reality of his predicament set in.
Pete stood silent for one long minute then twisted his neck awkwardly, looking behind himself at his cuffed wrists and tugging them slightly, then back to Carl, expectantly.

“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Well what?” he mimicked in a stupid voice “Don’t be a cunt Carlos, take them off”
“No”
Pete laughed disbelievingly “No?”
“No” replied Carl flatly
“Well, how am, I…? Pete queried, tugging at the cuff’s again to point out to Carl, rather unnecessarily the state he was in.
Carl shrugged.
“Use your ingenuity I guess”

Thus followed several minutes of contortionist efforts on Pete’s part, trying to lift his arms both over his head, under his feet and in any which way he could to get them near the front of his jeans. Exasperated he paused, and looked at Carl irritably.
“Cant do it”
“Never had you down as a quitter Pete” replied Carl glibly, smothering a grin, then turning to preen himself in the bathroom mirror, shaking his chestnut hair this way and that before letting it fall over one eye deliberately.

“So your just gonna stand there and let me piss myself, are you?” Pete questioned, arching a disbelieving brow, distracted by Carls ministrations , jealousy crept over him ,Carl had beautiful hair , the girls all fawn over his hair .Pete thought of his own, short, dark unruly mop and frowned.

This was too much for Carl, he burst out laughing, “Well, yes ,If you can’t think of a way out of them, then I guess that’s exactly what I’m going to do “
Pete squirmed uncomfortably, his bladder was starting to ache now and the amount of alcohol he’d consumed earlier wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Carl” he tried, adopting a serious tone “I do need to go now, its hurting”
“Use your brain then?” offered Carl.
“I wanna take a piss not win the krypton fucking factor Carl”, Pete started, his temper starting to get the better of him as his swelling bladder began to throb dully.

Carl smiled, noting Pete’s jaw clench, he knew full well he was trying so fucking hard to not lose control and say something/anything that would risk Carl torturing him further.
Pete groaned in resignation and rested his back against the toilet wall; he let himself slide down into an uncomfortable sit. His arms trapped behind him, thinking maybe Carl would perhaps take pity on him if he played the quiet card. But a minute or two in this position was all he could stand.

Bent in the middle the additional pressure only added to his discomfort… He slid back up the way he’d come and turned to face the wall with a your-such-a-prick-sometimes-Barat sigh. Leaning his forehead against the cool tiles he set his mind to work trying to think hopelessly of a loop hole.

Carl watched him, a predatory hunger growing in his belly. Smiling wryly he stepped up behind him, mouth close to the back of his neck , he snaked an arm around his waist, letting the flat of his hand rest low over his stomach.

Pete jolted at the unexpected contact, and then, confused, let his eyes drop to watch Carl’s fingers as they settled over his aching bladder. Carl shifted allowing his entire weight to pin Pete to the wall. Trapping his own hand against his stomach and the cold tiles.
“Oi, what ya…doing” Pete squeaked as a sudden, sharp sensation tore through his bladder, and the urgency to let go became more immediate. He panicked” Carl stop, fucking stop! I’m serious”
Carl smiled inwardly. Leaning up, letting the warmth of his lips bushing against the back of Pete’s ear
“So am I” he whispered, pressing his hand firmly back into Pete’s tummy, enforcing the message.

Pete groaned deeply “Jesus, you fucking …cunt! What the hell…?” Pete’s face contorted with pain.
Carl chuckled deeply, his free hand slid around Pete’s hip towards his crotch. Pete’s body tensed as Carls fingers settled over the inexplicable hardness of his cock through the rough denim.
Grinning at his unexpected find, Carl squeezed Pete’s erection cheekily “well well well, this isn’t going to help matters is it?” he chortled, giving the bulge a playful pat.

Pete grunted uselessly, beside himself with embarrassment but seemingly unable to control himself. He pressed his hips forward, obeying his cock which was demanding more friction; he gyrated against Carl’s hand.

Pete wasn’t really sure what was going on, was Carl serious? They’d shared more then one or two drunken kisses in the past, messed around groping each other under the guise of drug induced
Stupors , teased themselves and the others around them with innuendos , they both played up to the media speculation that there was more to their friendship and ok, yes , in the still of the night, under the covers when he was alone Pete had often let his mind , and hand, wander.

Even so, he still couldn’t quite believe this was really happening? He half expected to wake up any second. Or for Carl to give him a playful smack on the arse, call him a muppet, and leave.
His mind spun with a million possibilities, which were promptly thrown to one side as his full bladder sent a fresh wave of urgency through him.

“OK, Carl I really need to go now; so if you could just letmefuckinggo!” He panted desperately, trying to push away from the wall uselessly. Carl had him pinned fast.
Carl appeared to relent slightly removing the hand he had pressing against Pete’s stomach, but leaving the other hand, the one that was still squeezing his cock just where it was.
“I suppose, I could always help you out …?” Carl mused, teasingly. Fuelling Pete’s doubts.

“Yes, and you could always justtakethefuckingcuffsoff ” growled Pete, a frustrated angry sob catching in his throat. He was starting to think this whole game was out of control and any second now he was going to lose it and make an embarrassing fucking mess everywhere.

“Oh well, if you’re going to be like that” Carl quipped, backing off a little
“No, no, no” Pete softened “Biggle’s, help me?” He tried, using Carl’s pet name and throwing him his best little-boy-lost eyes.
“Help you? How?”
“You know”
“Sorry, I don’t know” Carl turned, preening himself in the mirror again idly.

Pete watched him, biting his lip hard, he inhaled. Vain bastard, he knew if he lost it again Carl really would just leave him there, Carl could be the meanest fucker out there when he put his mind to it.
“Please, undo my zip” he asked in the most monotone and controlled way he could muster in the circumstances.

“See? You only had to ask nicely” Carl grinned smugly, it wasn’t a new event getting one over on Peter but it always felt good. Turning Pete around, his fingers nimbly tugged at his belt, drawing it unnecessarily tight inwards at first making Pete wince, then letting it flip open. His fingers lingered for a teasing moment over the zip before dragging it down to expose his boxers.

“There you go”
Pete smiled but then cocked his head in disbelief as Carl headed towards the door.
“Oi….no…Wait”
“What?”
“The rest? “
“Meaning?”
“Carl! “
“Yes, Peter?” Carl laughed, completely in his element.

Pete made a mental note right there and right then, Carl was going to pay for this, fuck was he ever going to pay for this, Gathering another deep breath he gave Carl what he’d been waiting for.
“Can you get my cock out?” he muttered, eyes studying the ceiling.
Carl cupped a hand behind his ear. ”Sorry?”
“Yes! Sorry “Please!” please can you get my cock out?”
Pete’s face flushed crimson and Carl was fucking loving it, savouring the moment for all it was worth.

“Okay” he sighed with fake reluctance “Things I do for you eh?” swallowing a chuckle.
He moved to Pete, grinning to himself as he watched him struggle to avoid eye contact. A coy Peter was a nice change from the arrogant cunt he was so used to. Slowly he slid his hand down the front of Pete’s boxers, feeling the heat his cock was transmitting before finding it , his fingers hit their target. Warm, hard and gently throbbing flesh. He circled it with his fingers and heard Pete catch his breath, his legs buckled momentarily.

He paused holding the weight of Pete’s cock a moment, enjoying the little involuntary twitches it made against the palm of his hand. His heart thumped savagely against his rib cage, the silence was of the noticeable kind, nothing comfortable about it at all. His eyes fixed on the stretched tendons of Pete tilted neck. Now or never he figured and closed his eyes moving the inch or two it took for his lips to press against the junction of his throat softly.

“Oh ..God.. Carl” Pete broke the silence, his words leaving him as little more than a whisper, spoken as if to himself. Riveted to the spot his eyes clamped shut, fingers forming fists behind him, his nails cutting tiny half moons into the palms of his hands, barely daring to breathe, to talk , to move , to do anything which carried the slightest possibility of breaking the moment.

Carl’s stomach knotted with lust as Pete’s reaction gave him the green light he needed. He began stroking him slowly, actually giving him a hand job. His mind was on repeat, a little voice on a loop “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…“ There was no pretence now, no innuendo; no making out this was just for shits ‘n’ giggles. He wanted him, he knew it now, and he didn’t know how he could ever have doubted it. Whets more, amazingly, judging by the hardness of Pete’s cock, he felt the same way.

“Carl “Pete breathed weakly, breaking through his thoughts…
“Carl? Oh God, what, what you doing, ohfuckinghell; Carl…?”
Carl bit softly at his throat, hushing him, unprepared to quit now. Pete tilted his neck in silent submission allowing him access. And Carl re-closed his eyes and muttered a silent thank you. His fist moved faster now, more purposefully, setting a steady rhythm, giving Pete no time to change his mind. Pete’s head snapped back “ohthatsnicethatssoooofuckingniceeee”.

Carl’s growled lustfully and sake his teeth deeper into his flesh. Pete wondered if he’d drawn blood and his cock lurched at the thought. “Yes Fuck Fuck Yes”
“What’s that Pete? You like that , huh?” demanded Carl,, releasing the skin trapped between his teeth , needing to hear him say it out loud, wanting him to confirm this was all really happening .

“Fucking, yes, yes “ Pete hissed euphorically
Summoning every drop of willpower he could muster Carl withdrew. Leaving Pete panting flushed and frustrated, his cock sticking obscenely out from his fly. Carl thought he had never seen anything quite so erotic in his life.
“You never said you were sorry”
“I never said I was sor……” Pete began to repeat Carl’s words carefully, making sure he’d heard correctly.

“Say your sorry” Carl stated, matter-of-factly.
Pete opened his mouth to talk, then closed it again mutely. Unable to summon any sound but his eyes said it all anyway, they stared at Carl, wide and disbelieving, they said “You have Got to be fucking kidding me!”

Carl winked “It’s ok, take your time”

One way or another ( Part 3 )

Pete laughed, in shock. His wrists we're chaffed now, sore and pink in places. The sexual tension that hung in the air was now tinged with anger. “Let him take these things off, let him” he vowed to himself. He forced a smile, concealing his true emotions.

"Ok….alright…..yes....I was a cunt, I’m a prickandimsorry….ok? Now if you could?” He motioned behind him.

Carl grinned, truly thrilled to get the sorry out of Pete. Ok so it might not have been the tearful, heartfelt one he'd hoped for but it was something. Pete’s smile faded as Carl disappeared behind his back. He couldn’t believe Carl seriously thought he was going to just let this shit go? Pompous fucker.

Yes he wanted him, now more than ever, now he’d felt his hand on his cock. Fucking hell, he wanted to suck him, fuck him, take him, use him, make him scream, lose himself in him. He’d always wanted that on some level, from day one, but he was dammed if he was going to allow himself to be teased and tortured so blatantly. The fact he'd actually done anything wrong totally escaped him. His apology was as empty as he hoped his bladder would soon be.

He felt the cuff unlock and spun around fixing the smile back on his face "Thank you!" Carl stepped back and watched Pete struggle with his disobedient cock, aiming with an erection was never an easy task. Snickering he left the room, "Where you going?” Pete called after him

"For a drink, you want?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Pete enthused, shaking the dregs off his cock , he started to replace it but quickly changed his mind , letting his fingers wrap around the now semi erect length he worked his fist back and forth bringing himself back to a state of full arousal.

"Make it a large one” he called. “Yours too" He stuffed the hardness back inside the denim prison and stopped, checking himself in the mirror, dirty fingers ironically fluffing his hair in several directions vainly

"You’re gonna need it Carlos, cunt" he muttered under his breath to his reflection.

He wandered back out to the lounge. Standing in the doorway he watched Carl toy with a tray of ice cubes. So like Carl to bother with ice, he never did. Pete didn’t much care about fine detail, as long as the content served its purpose. To get him wasted in the shortest conceivable time.

Carl glanced up feeling Pete’s gaze on him; he peered at him from under his fringe

"Better?" he smirked

"Oh .yeah…much"
Pete nodded, accepting the glass offered to him

"You had me going there for a moment, you fucker"

Their eyes met briefly and Pete knew Carl was trying to work out what he’d meant. Had him going how? , thought he was going to leave him there stuck in cuffs to piss himself? , or did he mean he thought he was seriously hitting on him?

He felt Carls gaze follow him as he crossed the room to flop onto the sofa, kicking away the odd discarded bottle with his foot; he sat, one leg stretched out in front of him , arms open across the top of the sofa, hips tilted up a fraction , the obvious bulge in his jeans unmistakeable. He patted the chair next to him, motioning for Carl to join him.

Carl hesitated. His stomach was in knots, he wasn’t sure if he felt excited or nauseous and he was having a hell of a job trying not to look at Pete’s crotch and an even harder job trying to look into his eyes. Eventually he ran out of excuses not to sit. He sank down and watched as Pete took a slug of the gin from his glass. Pete’s stomach immediately lost its tenseness, in the same way it did when he had his first cigarette of the day. He took another deeper gulp and met Carl’s eyes silently.

Carl forced himself to hold the look for a moment longer than was comfortable "Spliff?" he questioned, reaching for the tin, not especially wanting one.

"Go head"

Carl spent a few minutes putting a joint together, thankful for the distraction, he was starting to feel uneasy and he was sure Pete was feeling the same. Shit, what was he thinking? Carl wished he would talk. Was he angry? He needed him to break the ice, say something, call him a cunt, anything.

He twisted the end of the spliff and bit it off, discarding it carelessly to the floor, he reached for the lighter. Pete stopped him, his hand reached forward and placed itself over Carl's "No, not yet"

Carl paused “huh?”

"Drink your drink, save that"

Carl downed the remainder of the glass and reached for the lighter with a smug grin.

"You never can just obey can you Carlos?" Pete shook his head and sighed dramatically

"I said, not yet. Not here”

He stood and held his hand out for Carl's. Carl took it’s wordlessly and let himself be led out of the lounge and down the clothes strewn hallway to Pete’s room

"What are we doing?" Carl asked, immediately kicking himself, what a stupid fucking thing to say. Pete chuckled.

"Well Carl …we're..." He paused to take the spliff from between Carl's fingers and inserted it between his own lips to spark it up. He inhaled deeply "Finishing what …you… started" He exhaled the sweet smoke slowly and leant back against the open door, motioning Carl though the heady cloud and into the room beyond. “Well go on then, don’t be shy" He grinned

Carl felt his stomach jolt as he walked on past into the dingy room. Writing was scrawled in what looked like lipstick over the wall above the unmade bed. He turned to look at Pete who was busy flipping the lock across the door. Not twenty minutes earlier he’d had his cock in his hand. It didn’t feel real now, it felt dream-like. He watched Pete a moment; he appeared to be a vision of calmness. Carl studied him carefully looking for signs of what he might be thinking, his lips remained fixed giving nothing away but his eyes seemed to glitter almost mockingly in the dim orange light that the street lamps cast into the darkening room.

Carl continued to watch as Pete began to undress casually, unbuttoning the plain white shirt slowly and slipping it off his shoulders. His heart quickened. Pete paused half naked and looked across to him. Carl’s eyes were busy sweeping over Pete’s torso, mesmerized by the paleness of his flesh, the tattoo etched in a curve over his left nipple, the nipple itself small but prominent. He swallowed softly.

"You ok?" Pete’s voice tore him sharply out of his daydream and he felt himself colour up and winced inwardly “Busted” he thought.

"C’mere Carlos" Pete crooked a finger. Carl felt his heart thump even harder if that was possible. He tried to swallow and choked on his own spittle, coughing violently, blushing yet-a-fucking-gain, he cussed himself mentally for being such a twat. Pete laughed, enjoying Carl’s sudden coyness and motioned him over again encouragingly with a nod of the head, eyes wide, open and sincere.

Carl took the three steps required to reach him. They stood inches apart. Carl's eyes level with Peter’s throat; he didn’t dare to look up. Petes hand reached around to the back of his head and urged him gently forward. Carl exhaled and shook his head slowly, still unable to believe this. They made contact Carls lips dusting against the junction of Pete’s throat again for the second time that day. Pete closed his eyes savouring the silkiness of Carl’s hair and the heat of his breath as his lips teased his flesh, waiting…

Carl inhaled, drawing in Pete’s scent. He ached inside, not remembering a time he had ever felt so aroused or frustrated. As his lips pressed against him, not kissing, not sure yet if he could, they just rested there, pressing, oh so lightly, waiting for another signal.

Fuck, this was all just more pretence wasn’t it? He couldn’t stand much more of it. He began reasoning to himself Pete was just getting his revenge and… He was caught mid-thought by Pete’s flingers splaying in his hair, keeping him there, firmly but gently. Their rough tips teasing his scalp in small persuasive circular motions. He let his lips part, open and kiss. Pete moaned softly in approval and smiled above him, applying more pressure to his finger tips, he tilted his heck slightly, letting him know without words what he wanted.

Carl‘s head rushed violently, he felt like he‘d just taken a generous line of coke. Relived beyond words at Pete’s encouragement. He felt his cock twitch involuntarily and it suddenly occurred to him that he was already rock hard. He clenched his eyes tightly as Pete pressed up against him letting him know he wasn’t the only one.


His mouth took on a life of its own, devouring his friend’s neck, kissing, sucking, licking, and nibbling, consuming him. Pete closed his eyes and groaned, equally relieved… "Jesus, yes" he whispered his fingers curling into Carl’s hair, gripping it. The air in the room became thick with noise, shallow breathing, sucking, kissing; flesh brushing against flesh, as their combined pent up lust began unleashing itself savagely.


Carl pressed and pushed up against Peter urgently, grinding his crotch against his thigh, letting his hand wander bravely from Pete’s shoulders down his back ,to settle on his arse. Squeezing his buttocks roughly thought his jeans, kneading them and drawing him closer at the same time. .His eyes closed and rolled back as he gyrated lewdly against him.

Pete’s fingers were inching down Carl’s silky smooth chest, fingernails pausing to tease his nipples. He felt Carl tense as he pulled at an erect bud, twisting it slightly.

Carl’s teeth found purchase in Pete’s shoulder and bit down hard to smother a groan. Pete growled , his inhibitions lost .Then suddenly they were a mass of hands everywhere , ripping at belts , un-popping flies , yanking down zips and jeans and kicking them off in their hurry, cocks clashing .

"Oh fucking God" muttered Pete as Carl moved to perch on the edge of the bed, pulling him towards him .Carl sat, Pete standing directly in front of him, his cock bobbing inches from his face .Pete reached one hand down and rested it in carls hair , then the other to stroked his friends, no, his lover’s cheek.

Carl inched forward; his beautiful big eyes filled with an animalistic lust as looked up, taking Pete’s cock in his hand he tentively licked around the swollen head. Pete’s knees buckled slightly at the sight and he steadied himself against Carls shoulder, biting his plump bottom lip and gasping. What a fucking slight…shit. He nodded his encouragement. "Oh …yeah… Carl".

Carl closed his eyes and slid his mouth down the length, tasting another man for the first time, tasting Pete. Pete’s head snapped back, his fingers fisted Carl’s hair tightly making him wince. Carl's hand reached between Pete’s leg’s cupping his balls lightly. His own cock throbbed painfully for attention and he began stroking it with his free hand as Pete rocked gently in and out of his mouth, savouring every delicious sensation.

"Oh yeah, ooh yeah” Pete breathed, repeatedly “Oh yeah ...you dirty...little...fucking...cu.…” His hips began moving back and forth with a more deliberate force now. He tilted his head, looking down, watching through stilted eyes as Carl sucked on his cock so wantonly.

"I always wanted this Carl, wanted you forever, you know?"
Carl mumbled, groaning onto Pete’s cock, unable to answer and tell him that yes he knew and he had wanted it too, the vibrations of his mumbling sent shivers through Peter and he nearly lost control.

"I’ve wanted to have my cock in your mouth, to have your cock in my mouth, you fucking beautifulcocksucking...fuck"
Carl grunted again in response, his own cock now dangerously close to betraying him just from the filth tumbling from Pete’s mouth.

"To have you in front of me ....I want inside you...everywhere" He paused yanking Carls hair and making him look up at him " I do mean everywhere Carl, I wanna ...fuck you… Carl. I wanna get inside you Carlos ...I really…just..wanna fuck you” He droped Carls hair, too close for comfort and he didnt want it to end too soon , he wanted this feeling to last forever.

Carl panted, drawing his mouth away breathlessly. Yeah everything they all said about Pete was true, he was nasty, fucking nasty but oh my God. He looked at him mutely. Pete blew a stray lock of hair from his eye's and winked down at him “Carry on "

His fingers re-gripped Carl’s hair and he positioned his cock back against his lips. Carl opened obediently and Pete slid back in. Shuddering again as the warm wet cavern enveloped his sensitive shaft "Oh fuck! Carl suck it hard …cunt”
His language became more crass, dirtier with each stroke.

"That’s ’it’ Carlos, suck it for me, lick it, suck my cock you dirty little fuck, my dirty little fuck".
He moved his hands to the sides of Carls face and held him there firmly, restricting his movement "Shhhh, stay still Carl, let me” He whispered. He began to fuck Carl’s mouth properly, at his own speed.
Carl sat motionless, feeling Pete rock deeper with each stroke, his cockhead banging once or twice against the back of his throat, he gagged. Pete paused hearing him struggle but continued to push back in regardless “Yeah that’s right you cunt ...gag on it…thought I’d let you get away with that shit earlier, the handcuffs did you?” he spat down at him. Carl panicked and pressed his fingernails into Pete’s thighs trying to tell him to calm down a little.

Again Pete paused a moment, only to press back inside his throat fully, burying Carl’s nose in his tangle of dark pubic hair. Carl sunk his nails in his thighs again and he pushed his head back against Pete’s hands struggling. He was seriously worried he was going to heave everywhere if he didn’t stop soon or worse still suffocate.

Chuckling Pete let his fingers reach down to Carls face, find his nose and squeeze his nostrils together softly. Carl looked up at him alarmed. His head began to swim, he could hear Pete saying something although whatever it was, was hazy and unclear. The only clear sound he heard now was the persistent thumping of his pulse in his ears. Just as he felt he would pass put he felt Pete’s cock swell and kick inside his mouth. He knew instinctively he was about to cum. Despite his discomfort and fear his cock too, was still painfully hard, he grabbed his cock and pumped it furiously.

The first splash of hot seed took him by surprise and he half choked. Pete pulled out quickly using his fist to prolong his pleasure, aiming his deposit at Carls face. Carl felt it splash hotly on his cheek, in his eyes, his hair, and his lips. A silent scream built in his stomach , reverberating up through his throat and leaving his mouth as a feral roar as his own orgasm erupted over his fist. Pete slid back into his mouth muffling his cries and Carl sucked him in greedily, surprising even himself as he eagerly drained the last drop of seed from Pete’s still-hard cock.

Eventually Pete withdrew; a thin line of saliva glistened, joining the tip of his cock to the bottom of Carl's lip. He pulled back slowly watching the string, waiting for it to break and fall his chin. Beautiful.

Current Mood: awake

Pete Doherty/Julian Casablancas





Pete glanced up taking a long deep swig at the can of beer he held in his grubby fingers, wiping his hand across the back of his mouth " 'kin hell …look who it isn’t?" he chuckled

turning to Adam and nudging him playfully. Adam looked away awkwardly and sighed, "Here we go.."

"And to what do we mere mortal's owe this honour Sir Julian?" Pete threw his arms up in a sarcastic worshiping motion still chuckling to himself.

Julian watched him silently, the slightest hint of a smile curving his lips

"You don’t change do you Doherty?" he muttered quietly then rolling his eyes he turned to leave

concluding “Weren’t just the drugs that made you such a cock then?"

Pete winced at his words, he was trying to behave , but old habits n'all...

"Oh no don’t goooooooooooooo" Pete whined, quickly rushing in front of him and

blocking the door, covering the exit with his lanky frame,ok he might not of been

in his usual drug induced stupor this time but he was far from straight, drunk ..his

words slurred softly,but his voice was so often like that these days people had started to

think that was just the way he spoke .

"I was joking...have a drink?" Pete tried, holding out a stained hand to shake as a show of good will.

Julian backed off from it ,a look of distain on his face.

Pete frowned and cocked his head, his eyes growing large clearly hurt at Julian’s reaction. He scrunched his nose slightly, “They are shit stain's NOT -shit- stain's Jules” he snapped dropping his hand, offended " And I dont do shit anymore...." he trailed off.

“Yeah ..yeah ,Ok” Julian nodded looking a touch guilty "Sorry man" He turned to leave again...feeling akward , he had never mastered the art of tact he knew this.

“Oh come on..dont be such a girl.. just one drink…..a quick one? Pete begged. “Anyway I have something I want to show you”

Julian eyed the ceiling a moment inhaleing.. knowing it was a mistake but relented, anyway he was curious as to what Peter might have that he could ever find remotley interesting. They were like chalk and cheese, music and looks aside they were polar opposites.

“Come on then “ Pete smiled, moving out the door “Let's go..”

“Where are we going?”

“Ahhh wait and see” Pete teased clicking his tongue against his cheek and giving Julian a cheeky wink.

Julian was just staring to think hed been right, this wasnt a good idea

Several flights of stairs later, up the back of the old club house they reached what he assumed was the attic.

Pete motioned Jules through the low hatch. Julian caught his eye and

nodded walking through cautiously into the darkness, brushing cobwebs from his face

“Lights on the left” Pete called after him

Julian flipped on the light greatfully and blinked as his eyes grew accustomed to the

room, glancing around he couldn’t see much special, just a bunch of junk and boxes.

Pete strode across the room, kicking a few empty cardboard boxes out of his way and stopped

in front of the far wall and pulled down a large projector screen.

Excited he grinned across at Julian, moving to pull the dust sheet off of the projector itself.

“You’re gonna love this” he grinned enthusiatically

Jules quirked a brow and sat on the conveniently placed old and exceptionally dusty sofa. He

wondered how often Pete used this room and was by now intrigued to know exactly what

he was about to see .

Pete flopped next to him, clicking a button he was holding sending the projector whirring into action.

An image of Julian flashed across the screen.

Pete looked at him grinning widely as the realisation set it.

Julian was looking at himself but a much younger version of himself . He was looking at the

gig they had played with The Libertines as their support act, all those

years ago.


“Wow” he shook his head “ I haven’t seen this for the longest time, where d’ya

get it?”


“Ahh haa, that’d be telling but let me tell you it wasn’t any easy feat.” Pete smiled smugly


Nodding, eyes still glued to the screen Julian watched his younger self.

“God it seems like another life time“ he murmured almost to himself

“Yeah” Pete agreed watching quietly, then lept up and wandered to the back of the couch and pulled out a box filled with various spirits.

He predictably picked a half empty bottle of Gordensand unscrewed it flopping back down taking a gulp before offering it to Julian who took it without averting his eyes from the screen.

He drank deeply. Pete marvelled watching him in profile, his adams apple

bobbed up and down his thoat as he threatened to finish the rest of the bottle off in one hit.

“Oi oi steadyyyy on pal!!” Pete frowned

“Oh…“ Nodding, Julian returned the bottle to Pete and slouched back ...eyes still glued to the screen

Pete shook the bottle unnecessarily and drained the dregs in stunned amusement.

"Good job there’s plenty more where that came from" he muttered to himself..jumping back up, post gig

adrenaline still rushing through his willowy frame.

" Need to piss" he announced

"Help yourself " he added, pushing the box to Julian who nodded and grabbed a bottle of unopened Jameson’s.

Pete slipped out to relive himself and left Jules there alone with his thoughts, lost in

memories…..he yawned, the stress of dealing with Peter, the time and the stupid amount of alcohol he’d

consumed was starting to take its toll.

He let his eyes close for a moment and rested, occasionally lifting his lashes a fraction to gaze at the screen, but the dead weights that were his eyelids eventually found even this too much like hard work

and he fell into a sweet warm drunken coma.......


And this is how Pete, when returning found him, sprawled out, one leg in front,

the other knee bent, the bottle of Jameson’s still clenched in his fist, head

back, a soft snore emitting from his nostrils.

"Fucking lightweight" Pete muttered, removing the bottle from his grasp and

taking a swig

The music on the screen changed and Pete looked up. He smiled softly as he saw He and

Carlos up on stage and playing their little hearts out "No good old days, huh?" he thought wryly, sure as shit looked like good old days now.

He sank back next to Julian, watching intently. Carl was topless

..jigging about ,high on coke, the camera shot in to a close up of Carls face.

Pete’s heart thumped as the memories flooded back…...sometimes when he saw pictures of Carl latley he

had to remind himself of how close they were, how he'd tasted that flesh he was gazing at once

upon-a-time, how he'd devoured him almost nightly during the time they'd spent together. He felt his cock twitch involuntarily as flashbacks of his mouth full of Carls cock invaded his sences,

of Carls slick fingers probing at him experimentally, he remembered quite vividly how he

shook uncontrollably at that first intimate touch. They’d learned together. He remembered Carls lips …his urgency, his passion.

He groaned quietly and adjusted himself in his jeans, then remembering he wasn’t alone gave Julian a furtive sideways glance.

Comfortable as he could be, he turned away from the screen to look at Julian properly, sleep was perfect, he mused, the perfect opportunity to study someone unfettered, uninhibited.

His soft brown eye’s took in Julian’s bone structure, the curve of his jaw, his large eyelids....lashes.

Pete frowned, a few people had commented on it before but now he actually saw it himself, their resemblance to each other was uncanny, the dark lashes that fell onto Julian cheek’s a mirror image of his own.

He let his eyes wander down his body, Julian was a little shorter and larger than him physically but by no means fat. His eyes continued their path downwards pausing at his crotch . It had escaped Pete earlier but goodness knows how because the package in the front of Julian’s jeans was blatantly huge.

Pete sucked in a breath " OhHolyDamn” he breathed “And that’s soft" guess he beats me in that department then, he felt his cock twitch again only this time it wasn’t Carl on his mind.

A clattering and the sound of distant laughter and jeering cut

through his thought‘s. He listened hard a moment and stood to peer out of the window, wondering what the fuck was going on, he hated missing anything.

He looked down into the street just in time to see a

group of young girls make a dash across the road for a taxi, a couple of

lads held up their friend between them and wandered off down the road, one

by one people walked out from the club's door and made their way into the chill London air and home…

“Oh... OH MY fucking GGd ..the time”

Pete dashed out leaving Julian where he was

suddenly wishing three flights of stairs later he didn’t smoke quite so

heavily. The club was a maze of corridors and the backstage area flummoxed Pete

even when sober but right now the way to the exit completely alluded him. He

tried three times before eventually finding his way to the front of the club and with a sigh of

relief he walked though to the reception area.. No one was around and the

place seemed unnaturally quiet.

He pushed the entrance door.

Locked.

The reality of his predicament set it.

“Oh no .. no…you ARE shitting me“…he muttered irritably, kicking the door.

“Hello” he called out into the empty hall , walking up and down …“HELLO”

No response.

“Oh for the love of FUCK” he growled.

He sighed and began the long trek back upstairs again to inform the sleeping Jules

of their predicament " He’s gonna love this ...NOT....great fucking job on winning him over this is , locked in a this shit hole"

Puffing like a 50 yr old Welsh miner he pushed open the attic door and

stooped his way inside..."Julian ...hate to break it to you mate bu..." He started, getting no further, the words hanging from his lips as he took in the sight before him. Julian had

obviously been dreaming, and dreaming something pretty damn good from the look of it. He

had his hand tucked inside his jeans and even as Pete watched , his fist moved slowly up and down

massaging himself within the confined space.

Pete closed his jaw " Oh ..Jesus" and watched for a moment mesmerized as the denim moved over his fist.

He'd lost his hard-on somewhere on the second flight of stairs down but now realized

it was back with a vengeance. He gave it a light squeeze and knew there and

then he needed to rid himself of the familiar ache. He glanced around trying to think of a suitable place to do just that when Julian voice cut through the silence, shocking seven shades of shit out of him.

"Baby …help me out here” Julian’s eyes remained closed

“Huh?” Pete asked cautiously

“Come on baby...Iwantyou” Julian slurred sleepily.

Pete pursed his lip’s and tried to think of something apt to say.

“Your so fucking beautiful , mysexybabycomeshelpmeout” Julian continued

Pete cleared his throat, baffled.

“Uh...Julian...” he whispered leaning forward to touch his shoulder. Planning on giving him a gentle shake awake.

Julian’s hand shot up and grasped Pete’s wrist holding it in a vice like grip.

“I just need you to do this for me baby” slurred Julian, “You know how fucking

hard you make me” Pete looked at his trapped wrist with huge eye’s “Oooh ..shit”

By now Pete was pretty damn sure Julian didn’t mean him, he was quite clearly

still dreaming.

But when Julian dragged his wrist towards his crotch and placed his palm over

the hardness there he damn near swooned. Julian rested his hand ontop of Pete’s

allowing him no escape and forced him to massage his cock slowly and firmly.

Pete swallowed softly , oh fuck he ached now, a soft groan caught in the back of his throat, caught between emotions, shit scared Julian was going to wake up any

second and beat the bejesus out of him , that and total and complete unadulterated lust.

His free hand moved to massage his own straining cock through the rough denim to the same

rhythm and Julian. Their breathing came out at stifled pants, in unison filling the silence.


Julian spoke again “OhhhFUCKuckthatsnice..Sluttttttttt”

Pete knew the words wernt for him but fucking hell...…“Slut?“, yeah he was a slut , a nasty needy cock-hungry-slut right now and he wanted to touch him, wanted to see him, wanted to watch this mirror image of himself in the height of orgasm.

Tentively his fingers moved towards Julian’s fly, heart thudding savagely against his rib cage.

Blowing a stray lock of hair from his brown pools he tugged gently at the zipper which slid down with minimum effort exposing a black pair of Calvin Klein’s. A few dark hairs peeped over the top trailing up towards his flat stomach.

Julian arched his hip’s in anticipation

“Ohyeahhhhh”

Pete glanced up for the first time , eyes studying Julian’s face watching carefully for any sign of him stirring

as he lowered his fingers and traced the outline of his rigid cock through the

thin cotton.

No reaction.

He paused a moment then gripped the hardness in his hand and squeezed it softly.

Eye‘s still locked nervously to Julian’s face as it contorted, his eyes clenching in blissful ignorance.

“Babyslutoihgoodrubbbbbit ..ohfuckingyeah”

Pete shook slightly, fear and lust gripped him equally. He wanted this ,

oh my god he wanted this, it was SO fucking wrong but his cock hadn’t felt

this hard in years…..not years …not since ….Carl....He glanced up at Jules one last time

before making his decision...

Current Mood: crazy

Pete laughed, shocked.. His wrists we're chaffed now, pink in places and starting to get sore. The sexual tension still hung in the air but was tinged with anger. (Let him take these things off, let him, he vowed to himself) He forced his lips to curve a smile, concealing his true emotions.

"Ok….alright…..YES....I was a cunt, Imaprickandimsorry….ok?" now if you could? “He motioned behind him.

Carl grinned, truly thrilled to get the sorry out of Pete. Ok so it might not have been the tearful heartfelt one he'd hoped for but it was something. Pete’s smile faded as Carl disappeared behind his back. He couldn’t believe Carl seriously thought he was going to just let this shit go? pompous fucker , yes he wanted him , fucking hell... he wanted to suck him ,fuck him, take him, use him , lose himself in him , he'd always wanted that from day one, but he was dammed if he was going to allow himself to be teased and tortured so blatantly.

The fact he'd actually done anything wrong totally escaped him, his apology was as empty as he hoped his bladder would soon be.

He felt the cuff unlock and spun around planting the smile back on his face for Carls benefit "thank YOU!" Carl stepped back and watched Pete struggle with his disobedient cock, aiming with an erection was never an easy task. Snickering he left the room, "Where you going?” Pete called after him "For a drink, you want?"

"Oh yes!" Pete enthused, shaking and replacing his cock

"Make it a large one...yours too" checking himself in the mirror, dirty fingers ironically fluffing his hair in several directions vainly

"You’re gonna need it, cunt", he muttered under his breath to his reflection.

He wandered back out to the lounge, standing in the doorway he watched Carl toy with a tray of ice cubes. So like Carl to bother with ice, he never did. Pete didn’t much care about fine detail, as long as the content served its purpose. To get him wasted in the shortest conceivable time.

Carl glanced up feeling Pete’s gaze on him; he peered at him from under his fringe

"Better?" he smirked

"Oh ...much"
Pete nodded accepting the glass offered to him

"You had me going there for a moment, you fucker"

Their eyes met briefly and Pete knew he was trying to suss out what he’d meant. Had him going how? , thought he was going to leave him in cuffs to piss himself? , or did he mean he thought he was seriously hitting on him?

He felt Carls gaze on him as he crossed the room to flop onto the sofa, kicking away the discarded bottles with his foot; he patted the chair next to him, motioning Carl to join him.

Carl sat and watched Pete take a slug of the gin from his glass. Pete’s stomach immediately lost its tenseness, in the same way it did when he had his first cigarette of the day, he took another longer gulp and met Carl’s eyes silently.

Carl held the look a moment longer than was comfortable "Spliff?" he questioned, reaching for the tin, not especially wanting one.

"Go head"

Carl spent a few minutes putting a joint together, thankful for the distraction , he was starting to feeling uneasy now and he was sure Pete was feeling the same.Shit,what was he thinking!. Carl wished he would talk, break the ice, say something, and call him a cunt ...anything.

He twisted the end of the spliff and bit off the end, discarding it to the floor, he reached for the lighter. Pete stopped him, his hand reached forward and placed itself over Carl's "no …not yet"

Carl paused …“huh?”

"Drink your drink, save that"

Carl downed the glass and reached for the lighter with a smug grin

"You never can just obey can you Carlos?" Pete shook him head and sighed dramatically

"I said not yet....come on…”

He stood and held his hand out for Carl's. Carl took it’s wordlessly and let himself be led out of the lounge and down the clothes strewn hallway to Petes room

"What are we doing?" Carl asked, immediately kicking himself, what a stupid fucking thing to say. Pete chuckled

"Well Carl …we're..." he paused to take the spliff from between Carls fingers, inserted it between his own lips to spark it up… He inhaled deeply ..."Finishing what YOU started" He exhaled and leant back against the open door, motioning Carl though the cloud of smoke and into the room..."well go on then , don’t be shy" he grinned

Carl felt his stomach jolt as he walked on past into the dingy room. Writing was scrawled in what looked like lipstick over the wall above the unmade bed. He turned to look at Pete who was busy flipping the lock across the door. Not 20 minutes ago he had, had his cock in his hand, it didn’t feel real now though, it felt totally surreal. infact.

Watching Pete though he appeared to be a vision of calmness. Carl studied him carefully now and although Pete’s lips showed no sign of a smirk, his eye's seemed to glitter mockingly in the low orange light of the hallway.

Carl continued to watch as Pete began to undress causally, unbuttoning the plain white shirt slowly and slipping it, Carl felt almost teasingly, from his shoulder.

Pete paused half naked and looked across to Carl. Carl’s eyes were sweeping over his torso, mesmerized by the paleness of his flesh, the babyshamble tattoo etched in a curve over his nipple, the nipple itself small but prominent. He swallowed softly.

"You ok?"
Petes voice tore him sharply out of his daydream and he felt himself colour up, busted.

" C'mere Carlos" Pete crooked a finger. Carl felt his heart thump again, he tried to swallow and choked on his own spittle, coughing violently, blushing yetafuckinggain, he cussed himself mentally for being such a twat. Pete laughed, enjoying Carl’s sudden coyness and motioned him over again encouragingly with a nod of the head, eyes wide, open and sincere.

Carl took the three steps it needed to reach him, they stood inches apart. Carl's eyes level with his throat, he didn’t dare to look up. Petes hand reached around to the back of his head and urged him gently forward. Carl exhaled and shook his head slowly, still unable to believe this. As they made contact his lips dusted against the junction of Pete’s throat. Pete closed his eyes savouring the silkiness of Carl’s hair, the heat of his lips as they teased his skin...waiting…

Carl inhaled, drawing in Petes scent, he ached inside, as his lips pressed against him, not kissing, not sure yet if he could, they just rested there…pressing oh so lightly, waiting for another signal. Fuck this was all just more pretence wasn’t it? He began reasoning to himself just as he felt Petes flingers splay in his hair, keeping him there, firmly but gently. The rough tips teasing his scalp in small circular motions. He let his lips part, open and kiss.

Pete moaned softly in approval and smiled above him, applying more pressure to his finger tips, he tilted his heck slightly, allowing Carl access…silently accepting him.

Carl‘s head rushed, he felt like he‘d just taken a generous line of speed. Relived beyond words at Petes encouragement. He felt his cock twitch involuntarily and it suddenly occurred to him that he was already rock hard. He clenched his eyes tightly as Pete pressed up against him letting him know he want the only one.

His mouth began to work by itself and started devouring his friend’s neck, kissing, sucking, licking, and nibbling. Pete closed his eyes and groaned, equally relieved… "Thank God" he whispered his fingers curled into Carl’s hair, gripping it. The air in the room turned heavy with breathing, sucking, kissing, skin brushing skin, as their combined pent up lust started to unleash itself violently.


Carl pressed and pushed up against Peter urgently, grinding his crotch against his thigh, letting his hand wander bravely from Petes shoulders down his back to settle on his arse. Squeezing his buttocks roughly thought his jeans m kneading them and drawing him closer. His eyes were closed and rolled back, gyrating lewdly against him. Pete’s fingers were inching down Carl’s silky smooth chest, fingernails teasing at his nipples. He felt Carl tense as he pulled at an erect nipple, twisting it slightly.

Carl’s teeth found purchase in Petes shoulder and bit down hard to smother a groan. Pete growled , his inhibitions lost .Then suddenly they were hands everywhere , ripping at belts , unpopping flies , yanking down zips and jeans and kicking them off in their hurry , cocks clashing ..

"Oh fucking God" muttered Pete as Carl fell onto the bed pulling him towards him .Carl sat, Pete standing in front of him, his cock bobbing in his face .He reached a hand down and rested it in carls hair , the other stroked his friends .. his lover’s cheek.

Carl inched forward, big blue beautiful eyes hooded with lust looked up, taking Petes cock in his hand and attentively licking around the head. Pete’s knees buckled slightly at the sight and he steadied himself against Carls shoulder, biting his plump bottom lip and gasping…what a fucking slight…shit. He nodded his encouragement …"Oh …yeah… Carl".

Carl closed his eyes and slid his mouth down the length, tasting another man for the first time, tasting Pete for fuck sake. Pete’s head snapped back, fingers grasping Carl’s hair tightly making him wince. Carl's hand reached between Pete’s legs’s cupping his balls lightly, stroking his own cock with his free hand as Pete rocked gently in and out of his mouth savouring every delicious sensation.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah” Pete breathed repeatedly “Oh yeah ...you dirty...little...fucking...cu.…”

His hips were moving back and forward with a more deliberate force now, he tilted his head, looking down, watching through stilted eyes as Carl sucked his cock so expertly.

"I wanted this for ever Carl … I’ve wanted you forever you know?" Carl mumbled groaning on Petes cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him ..

"I’ve wanted to have my cock in your mouth, to have your cock in my mouth, you fucking beautifulcocksucking...slut"
Carl grunted again in response, his own cock was dangerously close to betraying him merely at Pete’s words.

"To have you in front of me ....on all fours, I wanna ...fuck you… Carl. I wanna get inside you Carlos ...I really just wanna ...fuck you”

Carl panted, drawing his mouth away breathlessly turned on beyond words by Pete's filthy mouth, yeah everything they all said about him was true, he was nasty, fucking nasty, but oh my God. He looked at him awestruck. Pete blew a stray lock of hair from his eye's and winked …"Dont stop then Biggles for fuck sake!"

His fingers regripped his hair and he positioned his cock back against his lips. Carl opened obediently and Pete slid back in. Shuddering again as the warm wet cavern enveloped his sensitive shaft..."oh fuckkk Carl suck it ..hard …cunt” .
His language was becoming more and more crass, dirtier with each stroke.

"That’s IT Carlos, suck it lick it …suck my cock you dirty little cunt, MY dirty little cunt".

He moved his hands to the sides of Carls face and held him there firmly, restricting his movement ....
"Shhhh.... stay still Carl, let me" he whispered and began to fuck Carl’s mouth at his own leisure.

Carl sat motionless whilst Pete rocked deeper with each stroke, his cock head banging once or twice against the back of his throat.Carl gagged. Pete paused hearing his discomfort but continued to push back in ... (yeah that’s right you cunt ...gag on it...) Carl panicked and pressed his fingernails into Pete’s thighs trying to tell him to slow down , to stop a second.

Pete again hesitated for just a moment before forcing himself back inside deeper still, burying Carl’s nose in his tangle of dark pubic hair. Carl sunk his nails in and he pushed his head back against Pete’s hands uselessly struggling against his sex driven strength. He was seriously worried if Pete didnt back off he was either gonna puke or pass out. Chuckling Pete let his fingers reach down to Carls face, find his nose and squeeze his nostrils together softly, cutting off his only available airway.

Carl looked up at him alarmed. His head was beginning to swim, and he could hear Pete saying something, though it was hazy and unclear,the only clear sound now was the persistent thumping of his heartbeat in his ears. Just as he felt he was about to slip away Pete withdrew, a thin line of saliva glistened joining the tip of his cock to the bottom of Carl's lip. He drew back slowly watching the string, waiting for it to break and fall onto Carl's chin ...beautiful...

Current Mood: crazy

"Right then" grinned Carl

Fisting Pete’s hair he yanked him forward and off the bed "let’s go"

"Owwwwwwhere?" Pete winced, reaching up to try and losoen Carls grip, easier said than done in hand cuffs.

"You said you needed a piss"

"I do"

"So Im taking you"

Kicking the bathroom door open, Carl hauled Pete through ...and pushed him in front of the toilet, stepping back he watched Pete silently as the reality of his predicament set in.

Pete twisted his neck awkwardly, looking behind himself at his cuffed wrists and tugging them slightly, then to Carl questioningly

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well what?" he mimicked in a stupid voice "Don’t be a cunt Carlos, take them off"

"No"

Pete laughed disbelievingly "No???"

"No" replied Carl sedately

"Well …how am. I? Pete queried, tugging and showing him rather unnecessarily his bound state

Carl shrugged

"Use your ingenuity I guess"

Thus followed several minutes of contortional efforts on Pete’s part, trying to lift his arms both over his head, under his feet and in any which way he could to get them near the front of his jeans. Exasperated he paused, and looked at Carl irritably.

"Cant do it"

"No such word as can't" replied Carl glibly, smothering a grin

"So your just gonna stand here and let me piss myself , are you?

This was too much and Carl burst out laughing, "Well…yes….If you can’t think of a way out of them then I guess I am"

Pete squirmed uncomfortably, his bladder was starting to ache now, the amount he'd drunk wasn’t helping the situation much either.

"Carl" he tried. Adopting a serious tone "I need to go, its hurting"

"Use your brain then" offered Carl.

"I wanna go to the fucking toilet not win the krypton fucking factor", Pete started, his temper starting to get the better of him as his swelling bladder began to throb dully

Carl smiled noting Pete’s jaw clench, he knew he was trying so fucking hard to not lose control and say something/anything that would risk Carl torturing him further.

Pete groaned in resignation and rested his back against the toilet wall let himself slide down into an uncomfortable sit. His arms trapped behind him, thinking maybe Carl would take pity on him if he played the quiet card. But a minute or two in this position was all he could stand.

Bent in the middle the additional pressure only added to his discomfort.. He slid back up the way he'd came and turned to face the wall with an your-such-a-prick-sometimes-Barat , sigh.. Leaning his forehead against the cool tiles to think of a way out of this.

Carl watched him, a predatory hunger growing in his belly. Smiling wryly he stepped up behind him, mouth close to the back of his neck and he snaked an arm around his waist, letting the flat of his hand rest low over his tummy.

Pete jolted at the unexpected contact, and then let his eyes drop to watch Carl’s fingers as they settled over his aching bladder. Carl shifted allowing his entire weight to pin Pete to the wall., trapping his own hand against his stomach and the cold tiles.

"Oi…what…ya…doingggggggggggg" Pete squeaked as a sharp sensation shot through his stomach, he panicked ” Carl stop…fucking STOP. I’m serious"

Carl smiled inwardly. Leaning up, letting the warmth of his lips bushing against the back of Pete’s ear
"So am I" he whispered, pressing his hand firmly back into Pete's tummy as if to prove the point.

Pete groaned deeply "Jesussss you fucking …CUNT" Pete's face contorted with pain.

Carl chuckled darkly, his other hand edged around Pete's hip and reached for his crotch. Pete's entire body shuddered as Carls fingers settled over the inexplicable hardness of his cock through his jeans.

Carls, grin widened and he squeezed Pete's erection cheekily through the denim "well well well, this isn’t going to help is it" he laughed, giving the bulge a playful pat.

Pete grunted uselessly, beside himself with embarrassment but seemingly unable to control the need in him now for something else. He pressed his hips forward obeying his cock which was demanding more friction and Gyrated into Carl’s hand.

They'd kissed loads of times when drunk, fucked around groping each other under the guise of drug induced
stupors, teased themselves and others around them the innuendo was common place and yes in the still of the night, under the covers when Pete was alone he'd often let his mind (and hand) wander, but was this really happening, he half expected to wake up any second? , was Carl really giving him this blatant come on? or was it just more tease, was he gonna turn around in a min , give him a jokey smack on the ass and leave.

His mind spun with a million questions which were thrown to one side promptly as his full bladder sent a new wave of urgency through him.

"K , Carl …I REALLY NEED to go now…so if you could just LETMEFUCKINGGO ” He panted desperately, trying to turn around but Carl had him pinned fast.

Carl seemed to relent slightly and removed the hand pressing against Pete’s stomach, but left the other hand that was squeezing his cock where it was.

"I suppose I could always help you out …if you want?" He mused

"You could always justtakethefuckingcuffsofftoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" growled Pete, a frustrated angry sob catching in his throat. He was starting to think this whole game was out of control and any second now he was going to lose it and make a fucking embarrassing mess everywhere.

"Oh well …if you're going to be like that" Carl quipped ...backing off a little

"No …no …nooo” Pete softened “Biggle’s, do it for me?"

"Do what for you?" Carl hesitated

"You KNOW"

"Sorry …I don’t -know-"

Pete bit his lip hard, and took a deep breath. Knowing if he shouted again Carl -would- just leave him there, and he would too, Carl could be the meanest bastard out there when he wanted to be.

"Please...undo my zip" he murrmered

"See? you only had to ask nicely" Carl grinned smugly, turning Pete around, his fingers nimbly tugging at his belt , drawing it unnecessarily tight inwards at first making Pete wince, then letting it flip open. His fingers toyed for a moment over the zip before dragging it down, exposing his boxers.

"There you go"

Pete cocked his head in disbelief as Carl headed towards the door

"Oi..no..wait"

"What?"

"The rest??"

"Meaning?"

"CARL!??"

"Yessssssss, Bilo?" Carl laughed

Pete made a mental note right there and then that he was going to pay for this, fuck was he -ever- going to pay for this, taking a deep breath he gave Carl what he'd been waiting for.

"Can you get my cock out?" he muttered , eyes studying the ceiling…

Carl cupped a hand behind his ear..…”Sorry?”

"YES! …sorry “Please!", please can you get my cock out?”

Pete's face flushed crimson and Carl was fucking loving it, savouring the moment for all it was worth.

"Ok" he said, simply.

He stepped forward. Pete’s eyes were looking anywhere but at his, he grinned to himself. A coy Pete was a nice change from the arrogant cunt he was so used to. Slowly he slid his hand down the front of his boxers, drawn towards Pete’s cock by the heat it was transmitting, suddenly his fingers found flesh. Warm, hard and slightly throbbing flesh. As they curled around it, he heard Pete suck in a breath and felt his legs buckle momentarily.


He leant in letting his fingers hold Pete's cock a moment, enjoying the little involuntary twitches it made against the palm of his hand. His lips pressed against the junction of his throat softly.

"Oh God Carl" Pete breathed, almost to himself. Riveted to the spot his eyes clamped shut, fingers forming fists behind him, his nails cutting tiny half moons into the palms of his hands, barely daring to breathe, to talk , to move , to do anything which might spoil the moment..

Carl felt his stomach knot with lust and his fingers started to stroke up wards slowly. He was masturbating him (oh my god) There was no pretence now, no innuendo , no making out this was just for the laugh , he wanted him , he knew it now and judging by the hardness of Pete’s cock , he wasn’t alone in his wants. His hand was on Pete's cock at last, here he was stroking him. His fingers followed their path back down, lightly coated in the leaking fluid from the tip of Pete’s painfully sensitive shaft.

"Carl"

Pete breathed weakly

"Carl? What you doing…ohfuckinghell wha.. Carl?"


Carl bit softly at his throat, hushing him ,Pete tilted his neck silently allowing him access. His fingers moved up, then down building a slow rhythm. Pete groaned openly now, beyond trying to cover his need as Carl sunk his teeth unexpectedly hard into his flesh, his heart thumped savagely against his ribcage

"YessssssssFuckFuckYessssss"

"What's that Pete? You like huh?" demanded Carl, wanting to hear him say it out loud, to confirm this was all really happening, releasing the skin trapped between his teeth.

"Fucking …yes …yesss,"

Summoning every drop of willpower he could muster Carl withdrew. Leaving Pete panting flushed and frustrated, his cock sticking obscenely out from his fly. Carl thought he had never seen anything quite so erotic in his life.


"You never said sorry"

"I never said wha..?" Pete began to repeat Carls words carefully, making sure he’d heard correctly.

"Say your sorry"

Pete opened his mouth to talk, then closed it again mutely. Unable to summon any sound but his eyes said it all anyway, they stared at Carl, wide and disbelieving, they said "You have Got to be kidding!"

Carl winked…“Its ok, take your time"

Nothing could have prepared Carl for the sight that met him that night. He was more than used bodies sprawled around the flat. Pete’s waster friends seemed to infiltrate their place all the time lately so that was nothing new . This evening however was quite something ,even by Pete’s standards, it looked like a scene from Spinal Tap.. an a-typical stereotype rawk ‘n’ roll fest. Two blonde girls Carl had never seen before ( and he surely would have remembered ) were draped semi naked over Pete who was busy preparing a tourniquet around his arm. Two lads, Jason and Sam who Carl vaguely remembered perhaps from the boogaloo or possibly another one of Pete’s gatherings here were sprawled out on the threadbare sofa, disguarded bottles of various booze at their feet….their spills leaking carelessly onto the bare floorboards.

Carl’s eyes swept the room slowly taking in the scene before settling back on Pete , who met them with a heavy lidded gaze ,“Carlos” , he slurred quietly , his jaw slack ..half heartedly raising a glass to him.

Carl bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from opening his mouth, hoping instead the look of death he was throwing Pete would do the trick, but then when Pete was in this mood, rational communication wasn’t always as simple as that. As he predicted Pete ignored his telepathic efforts and returned to setting up his fix.

Carl watched as one of the blonde girls nuzzled into Pete’s neck, kissing the pale junction at his throat whilst the other held his lower arm , raking her fake fingernails along the underside teasingly as he injected. Pete inhaled sharply “ fuckfucksting” cussing then groaning with the pleasurable rush.

A bang came from the bathroom followed by the sound of clattering and Carl turned his attention away from the group a moment. “Who..?“ he began as the bathroom door swung open , Johnny Boreal? ( What the fuck ) stumbled out “ You really need to get that shelf sorted in there for fuck sake“ he grinned , noticing Carl with a nod and a wink “Biggles” he quipped , tossing a cushion down by Pete’s feet and plonking himself on it, one of the blonde chicks shifted closer to him , reaching for his blonde lock’s with those fake fingernails.

Pete’s eyes were now open , glazed and saucer like. He met Johnny with a daft grin “ Are we having fun YET!” he cried dramatically , throwing the last word in Carls direction.

Carl rolled his eyes and turned away dismissively , shrugging his jacket from his shoulders and throwing it across the arm of the sofa.” I’m going to bed, keep it down”

He was half way across the room as Pete was trying to stand up , grabbing onto the blonde chicks shoulders to steady himself , half falling over the coffee table he stumbled towards Carl.

“ What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong”

“No ..its not “nothings wrong!” Pete mimicked Carl sarcastically “Fuck you !what’s WRONG?” he persisted

“NOTHINGS WRONG!” Carl snapped. Then lowered his voice , reminding himself this was pointless and trying to just to get to bed.

“I’m just tired, leave it alone Pete”

Pete laughed “Carl Barat Mr fucking rock n roll…its 11.30! Have a drink….have a line …come onnn”

Pete’s arm was around Carl’s shoulder now trying to lead him back across the room.

Carl could feel his tolerance starting to fade. Firmly he removed Pete’s arm, looked him in the eye and with all the control he could muster, through gritted teeth informed him..

“I’m going to BED“, he muttered through gritted teeth.

Pete laughed and sank back down next to Johnny, throwing an arm around his bare shoulder. Carl paused to watch him a moment. Pete met his eyes defiantly.
“Fuck off then! Go onnnnnnnnnnn fuck OFF granddad…”
Johnny giggled hysterically “ granddad” he repeated under his breath, giggling and falling sideways further into Pete. Pete grinned and smacked a kiss on the top of his head, catching Carls eye “ we will just have to have fun without you then”. Pete’s grubby fingers reached for Johnny’s face, grasping him by the chin and crushing his lips with his own,. Johnny floundered , clearly shocked for a second, hands flailing momentarily unsure what to do with them, eventually mimicking Pete and pulling him closer.
Carl stood, transfixed, mouth open …”Pete” Carl blinked , a knot of anger welled up in his stomach as he watched Pete press his tongue insistently between Borell’s lips.

No response

“PETE for fuck SAKE”

Pete drew back sporting a massive grin, raking his hair from his eyes and panting slightly. Johnny’s hand had snaked its way across Pete’s thigh and was resting on his fly, he seemed unable to draw his attention from pets lips and stared dumbfounded at him. Pete glanced down at Johnny’s wandering hand , then back at Carl.


“Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, granddad?” He laughed prompting Johnny to burst into a new fit of laughter.


“Fuck you” Carl muttered cutting him a look of disgust he turned to leave.

“No …Noooooo! Fuck you” spat Pete after him


”Don’t like it do ya Carlos? ….wont fucking have any fun but doesn’t fuckin’ like it when I do …”

“Prick” muttered Carl

“Yeah yeah, I’m a prick Carl was wondering when you would say what you really meant , but then I’d rather be a prick then a boring fucking CUNT” he hissed.

Carl was on him before he knew what was happening, fists flying .Carl clocked him one on the cheek sending Pete backwards and trapping one of the blonde chicks underneath him. Carl launched himself on top of him, trying to get him in a headlock. Squirming, the blonde chick was trying to get out of the way of the flying limbs .Carl growled as Pete brought up his knee and caught him hard in the balls.

“FUCKING HELL PETER” Carl curled and rolled onto his side …“fuckkkkkkkkkkk”

Pete fell back laughing, hearing his insensitive gwarfing was all the ammo Carl needed to refuel his anger Again he was on him and this time successfully head locked him, grunting breathlessly he hauled him to his feet.

Spinning around to glare at the now silent audience

“Now you lot can just FUCK off“… Carl looked around, panting, face flushed with exertion. Pete squirming under his arm, half laughing and cussing
“don’t take no notice of granda…” he started, the end of his sentence cut off by Carl twisting his neck sharply, replaced with an”owwwfuckk”

“GO…now” .Carl nodded towards the door

They gathered their things and in seconds the door swung shut.

Pete quietened down and Carl mused over his options a moment. Although Pete was no longer struggling, he knew damn well if he let him go now he would want to continue the fight and frankly he was in no mood.

“Calm down“. He muttered as Pete resumed his struggling as if confirming Carl’s thoughts.

“Fucking lemmegooooooooooooooothen!”

“No, calm down first”

“GetyahandsOFFFFMEEEE”

This was no good, he dragged Pete into his room and across to the shabby bedside table. Chuckling he yanked a draw right out and tipped its contents on the mattress. A pair of fluffy handcuffs some groupie had flung up on stage one night, he’d kept them thinking they were tackily cute (and ya never knew ya luck, right?), so he’d kept them.

”Always knew they’d come in handy some day”

Congratulating himself on his ingenuity, .keeping Pete tightly locked under his arm he reached for one wrist and slipped on a cuff, clamping it shut. Pete was too busy struggling cussing and laughing to even notice the first one but sussed something was up by the time Carl tried to secure his second wrist.

” Hey…what…wh…what” he flustered. Too late though, he was secured…

Carl released him, heaving a sigh of relief and pushed him backwards. Pete instinctively tried to put out his arms to save himself, unable to, he fell back like deadweight onto Carls bed.

“Oh very good …haha veryfuckingfunny” he nodded, not at all impressed. He rolled onto his side and attempted to swing himself up. Carl threw a hand forward and promptly pushed him back down

Pete flopped back, eyes wide

“Don’t be stupid Carl” he frowned “If you wanted me tied up, you only had to ask” he added with a crooked grin in camp voice.

“Oh now I’m stupid? I thought I was just boring, but no I’m a stupid boring granddad”

This brought on a new burst of hysterics from Pete. Carl frowned.

“I need to piss, Carl”

“Tough”

“No …I need to piss Carl”

“Too bad …you’ve hurt my feelings Pete. First you fuck up my night, I was tired…needed to rest, would you let me? No! What do you do instead? You kiss that..that CUNT .Then you kick me in the fucking balls” he slid his hand down the front of his jeans, Pete watched as he massaged himself slowly, far longer than Pete felt entirely necessary “….and. Then you insult me!”

Carl’s face broke into a sudden grin as he rested a knee on the bed, half leaning over the bound Pete who had managed to struggle up to his elbows.

“You do understand I can’t allow you to just get away with that bilo?” Carl’s big blue eyes questioned Pets pointedly.

Pete searched those wells noteing the mischief in Carls gaze and finally he stopped laughing.

Current Mood: amused

Pete sucked in a breath watching Carl make his way across to him, the gamble had paid off then he mused, but it was touch and go there for a moment. Thank god for hormones ( and spectacular class A’s ).
Thing is , yes he wanted Carl , and after last night, now more than fucking ever! but Kate. Fuck. Kate, she was special too. Comparisons weren’t right but between me thee and the gatepost no one was ever going to excite Pete the way Carl did …sure Kate could do the job but Carl did it without even thinking, it was unintentional , so completely natural and Pete had been captivated from the day they had met. Pete knew there wasn’t a thing or person in this world that held a higher priority. So what about Kate?

Yes he had cake and eat it syndrome ..but at what cost? This had crossed Pete’s mind the night before albeit briefly and as it had he had made himself a promise. To make sure everyone was happy ( especially him ) he wasn’t in the business of hurting people , he didn’t want to hurt Kate. And he sure as shit didn’t want to hurt Carl , but unless he played his cards right on this one that’s exactly what was going to happen. In his own mind he turned over the issue and being honest with himself he knew what he really wanted. Them both. Would they stand for it?

Kate perhaps..Kate had caught him with guys before and always accepted it , knew it was part of what Pete was , his sexuality couldn’t be tamed , she knew this ..and yes Carl knew it too , but Pete knew Carl of old , knew all about his possessive personality , he knew how susceptible to jealousy he could be. He didn’t think Carl would accept it , why? Cuz he knew Carl loved him, he knew Carl loved him before even Carl knew it.

So what to do? Sex in itself is a very powerful thing but lust is capable of being a killer. Or can be…..but what if Pete offered Carl everything ..everything he owned. And he did own Kate, didn’t he?. On a plate, outright and there for the taking with Pete’s blessing. Would Carl even want her though? Only one way to find out ..

AND now here they were. Pete’s cock as hard as it gets, Carls standing to attention and Kate about to become a willing but unknowing participant in a what Pete hoped would turn into a long term ménages trios.

Pete let his eyes roam up carls body which was directly in front of him now. Carls eyes were glazed as they met Pete’s and locked onto them , Carl was so far into this game now the only thought on his mind was his impending orgasm. Without moving his gaze he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked it ,parting his thighs slightly and inching forward his cock bouncing in front of Pete’s face invitingly. Pete leaned forward instinctively until his lips were brushing against the swollen head. Carl groaned rubbing the head over Pete’s lips …”lick it …lick my cock, Pete”

Pete stuck out his tongue and swept it over the sensitive flesh. Carl’s fingers slid down into Pete’s unruly mop and urged him forward, tugging slightly. In an instant it was in Pete’s mouth for the first time. Pete was sucking him, licking him, devouring his twitching cock and he was in fucking heaven. Pete’s free hand was busy frantically moving Kate’s knickers to one side, no longer attempting to tease Carl but just simply showing him everything as he ploughed a finger into her forcefully, his thumb rough and grubby, working small circles over her engorged clit. Kate’s hips were bucking upwards, gyrating in small circles, lil whimpers slipping from her throat , eyes still closed .Pete’s own erection ached beautifully.

Carl looked from Pete’s mouth wrapped around his cock to Kate’s exposed cunt. A flash of inspiration and he was drawing out of petes mouth …”Fuck her”

Pete blinked up at him …”FUCK HER” Carl demanded , panting. Pausing his stroking hand, not wanting to climax yet , not when he still has so much he wanted to do.

Pete slid to his knees in-between Kate’s, pressing the sensitive head of his cock up against her swollen peachy soft flesh. Carl positioned himself back in line with Pete‘s mouth. “Come on bilo ..fuck that cunt, be dirty for Carlos…” Carl purred , totally in the role now, every inch the porn star, he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it! He watched as Pete pressed half of his stiffness into Kate. Watching the bliss contort his face as her tight velvety walls clenched at him ..“oh fuck…” Pete swallowed dryly. Drawing back out a little before pressing back in full length. His mouth dropping open , eyes rolling back with pleasure.
.
Everything else around him now took second place as the selfish gene of his sex drive kicked him. Teeth clenching he ploughed back in deeply , trying to bang the roof of her cervix with his cockhead. His hand reaching up and groping at a breast feverishly. He felt Carl move behind him , then a hand slap the insides of his thighs apart sharply .What the fuck?? …suddenly Carl was kneeling behind him, his teeth sinking into the pale flesh of his shoulder .Oh God Oh God. He could feel Carls erection pressing, hot and hard flat against his arse and he instinctively arched trying to rub against it.

Twisting his head to try and catch Carls gaze , Carl caught his look and took the moment to suck on his finger, wetting it, spitting on it and implying what Pete had been anticipating. Pete felt his stomach knot as the wet warm digit swept down the shaded crease of his arse and paused, pressing gently, teasing the tight hole into submission. The pad of Carl’s finger was pushing firmly now and Pete pushed back against it gently, groaning as the intrusion finally made it all the way, feeling his body fight the instinct to push it back out briefly before relaxing and allowing it deeper. Carl felt filthy , he’d never had his finger up a guys arse before, it felt strange …but ofuckinghell it felt ….good!.

Carl pressed deeper experimenting,, feeling the tip of his finger press against a small nodule he assumed had to be Petes prostate judging by the way he nearly hit the fucking roof .Urged on by Pete’s reaction he pressed and rubbed harder, building a rhythm. The effect was amazing , Pete’s legs shook slightly and he was rendered helpless, unable to concentrate on Kate. His back arched …”Yesssssssssssssss you like?” Carl questioned unnecessarily ”oh you CUNT …yessss!” Pete hissed.

Carl grinned, he was in his element. He paused and looked at Pete. Pete panted trying to get his breath back ,frustrated ..needing him to continue his ministrations.. “Oh don’t…stop…please……” he whined shamelessly.
“You always were shit at multitasking” Carl grinned “Fuck her and I might continue” Pete nodded and moved inside Kate, not even pondering if Carl had been serious. Hips set on auto pilot “Yess ….now touch me ..pleasefuckingGODDDDDDD“…Carl nodded, pressing his finger back inside Pete deeply, pushing up hard, pushing him into a fucking rhythm. Pete was somewhere he’d never been before, too much fucking pleasure. Oh shit. Obscenities pouring from his lips, incomprehensible now. Carls free hand was tugging at his own cock and he was aching for more. He looked down at his finger raping Doherty’s arse and decided in that instant he was going to take him. He’d never fucked a man before but….

Removing his finger he heard Pete groan with disappointment and chuckled. Dipping down he swept his tongue along the same path his finger had travelled earlier, licking, he felt Pete tense up as the tip of his tongue came into contact with his target.

“ Carllllllllllllllllllll” Pete, squeaked. Voice raising a couple of octaves in shocked surprise “ Oh my fuck…..Carl ..oh GODDDDDDD” Carl edged his way inside pressing the thickness of two fingers into him and stretching him open, licking and spitting into him. “Well I didn’t have any lube Bilo” he panted “and how else am I meant to fuck you?” He questioned , knowing the effect the statement would have on Pete and not giving him the time to react to it. He slid up pressing the head of his aching cock against the twitching tight hole and pushed in slow and steady

” CARLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” Pete mustered ..“Oh yesss..shittttt... You FUCKING cunt ..fuck me…FUCK me ..your cock …inside me…“ Blabbering over his words. Carl leaned forward into him, cock buried to the hilt and fisted his hair, teeth nipping at the shell of his ear , breath bursting hotly against it “ Fuck her ..as I FUCK you” …and as if enforcing the point he jabbed forward causing Pete to push deeper into Kate, he pulled back then rammed in again relentlessly using Pete’s hair as leverage.

Thrusts becoming faster and more frantic with every passing second. It was never going to last long and seconds later Carl was throwing his head back and screaming “Peterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” at the top of his voice. Feeling Carl start to twitch and buck inside him and the heat of his orgasm explode , splattering the virgin walls of his arse, Pete’s own seed unleashed itself forcefully..
” Carr…uuuuuuughhiiiifucKINGGgggwhat”.

Slippery with sweat…panting profusely they stayed where they were , feeling the bodies spasm sporadically for an unhurried moment. Carl, shook his damp hair from his eyes and grinned as he studied Pete's exhausted face.

”And to think, I was worried you might not be up for it “ Pete murmured rather redundantly , still not ready to move. Carl laughed and sat back on his heals, leaning across to find his fags, tapping one from the pack, lighting it and passing it to Pete, before lighting another for himself
“As IF” he chuckled, biting his lip. Hard..

Current Mood: awake

Pete turns ( part 3 )

Carl turned and snuggled back down into the ratty mattress , dragging the tattered sheet with him , a smile of smug contentment playing on those pouty lips... Licking them lazily... In his half aware state he could still taste the ruminants of last night ..of Pete. A soft clanking ( someone dropping a teaspoon into the sink ) from the kitchen drew him further into consciousness and another inch out of his fuzzy bubble. Torn for a brief moment he decided to stay put ...(too fucking early ), he was happy to stay at least another couple of hours in his pit of warm comfort.

Voices entered his semi conscious, arguing with his lazy sentiments . ( no fucking way man , who the fuck was that this time in the morning..Inconsiderate bastards ,. Don't they know he had just had the night of his life ) he grinned to himself and opened his eyes for the first time, resigned to the fact he was now awake He pushed the messy tangle of hair from his eyes and blinked trying to focus on the clock next to his bed.

1.25 .. (Jesus, JESUS!. ) he lept up, tuggling the sheet with him , half falling over in his mad scramble to get to the door. "Pete , why the fuck didn't you wake me , you KNEW....." His voice trailed off as he entered the kitchen to find Pete holding a coffee , one arm draped around Kate, she pressing against him , big grin plastered across her face as her fingers toyed idly with the waistband of his boxers. Pete looked at Carl apologetically. Sending him his best whats-a-guy-to-do expression. "Thought you could use the rest Carols" he quipped turning away .." You obviously needed it " he added, a slight smile curving his lips.

Carl opened his mouth to speak and closed it again wordlessly. Looking from Pete to Kate, back to Pete. He gathered his sheet and turned on his heal from the room. Pushing open the bathroom door indignantly he slid the lock across the door and fell back against it.. Letting the sheet drop to the floor as his hands flew up to cover his face momentarily, trying to regain his composure. He hadn't anticipated this... Kate coming over wasn't a new thing , nothing unusual there..And Pete most likely felt as awkward as he did ...but ..oh Shit ..(shit shit shit! ) he cussed mentally , he'd left his fags in the bedroom and he needed a fag.

He paused against the door, holding his breath and willing his heart to stop the irrational pounding it had suddenly taken a liking to. ......Silence...
Maybe they'd gone out then,he reasoned...but then through the silence he heard a giggle ( Kate ) followed by a soft but unmistakable moan ( Kate again ).. and then an altogether deeper moan, one he recognized all too clearly ( Pete ). His head spun..

 ( NO FUCKING WAY..What in the name of fuck did he think he was doing ..of All the selfish inconsiderate cunts!... ) Anger coursed through his veins hotly. Listening was almost worse than seeing , and his imagination was utterly cruel - but not any less so than Doherty!
Last night didn't mean anything to him then?..just Another blow job? Just another mouth?. Carl almost laughed out loud at his own powers of deduction.

(Stupid stupid STUPID.  Why would it matter to Pete??? Why would anything matter to Pete? , ..Pete The selfish PRICK ..Pete The unreliable cunt , Pete the junkie . And fuck hadn't he watched him stick a needle in his vein last night anyway?..shit, He probably didn't even remember let alone care!...and If he did then he's regretting it , that's why hes in there with ..that ..that....ugh! Emaciated moron ,trying to prove what it meant.. NOTHING!

With few options open to him , Carl turned the shower on and stepped into the streaming water, threw his head back and let the  hot cascading jets splatter his face He sunk back, resting against the wall motionless for a moment or two before reaching up to push his sodden locks from his face.

A tap at the door " uh .." ( clearing his throat )  "Im in the shower"

"Its me , lemme in "  Petes voice

"Im in the FUCKING shower" Carl growled back , unable to control the venom in his voice. ( the audacity of the cunt!  , he probably wanted to come in ...wash up after his early morning session with Thin Lizzy ..ugh! )

" So get out then " Pete persisted

Carl decided to just ignore him now. Turning the shower on to full and letting the noise drown out Petes voice.. A lump caught in his throat and to his own surprise his eyes stung with hot tears. He coughed clearning his throat willing them to trickle back to where ever the fuck they had sprung from.

Pete apparently frustrated with waiting had fucked off by this stage. Carl had given up trying to fight unexpected emotions and cried quite openly now, letting the tears flow. A mixture of anger , humiliation and betrayal shook him, totally knocking him for six. But more than that he was also experiencing something else and as FUCKED up as it was he found himself aroused.The situation struck him as oddly erotic. The seediness of it all , the deception and it had left him with the biggest hard on he'd had since ..well,.. since last night , actually!.

Stepping out of the shower, he semi dried himself, rubbing his hair briefly before tying the towel around his waist. Checking his reflection in the mirror his eyes looked a little red  and slightly swollen (but nah he didn't look like he'd lost it , just had a heavy night perhaps ....)  he took a couple of deep breaths and walked out of the bathroom ....determined to just carry on an normal, no fucking way was he going to give Pete the satisfaction of knowing he'd got to him.

He heard them before he saw them. Kates familiar giggle, Petes hushed whispering tones.He let his eyes follow the sounds and found Kate and Pete on the sofa.Her head lulled back, blatantly out of it .Petes face, one of mild amusement. The remainder of the lines they had just indulged in were left scattered on the coffee table in front of them. Kate had obviously taken a good deal more then Pete and seemed unable to even bring herself to acknowledge Carl. Pete howerver gave him a wink and a grin and nodded towards the table " you want?"

Carl nodded, not normally one to get messy so early,  however ( fuck it why the hell not!, hell if this was what turned Pete on ...lets give it a GO!  ) he mused bitterly, he sure as shit couldn't feel any worse than he did right now.

Pete got busy with a credit card, sorting a fine and very generous line of white powder for Carl. Carl dipped and snorted, inhaling deeply, he felt his head rush violently.. ( ohh.. fuckkkkkk ) that buzz never failed to impress. He flopped into the chair opposite the two and looked to Pete.

"Nice?" Pete, grinned

"Fuck, yesss " Carl admitted, squeezing the bridge of  his nose

"Should be, Carlos.. thats no ordinary shit " Pete, chuckled with a wink.

Carl fought the urge that was creeping up on him to turn into a "Paranoid Peter"  and decided to just go with the flow, cuz whatever it was he had just bombarded his senses with was fucking good ..he no longer felt upset ...and was now hornier than ever.
As the sensation washed over him,  fucking with his brain he watched the two through a euphoric haze. Kate was still away with the fairies and Pete was hoisting up one of  her lifeless leg's and daping it over his own, rendering her splayed shamelessly in front of Carl. The thin translucent material of her skirt was the only thing keeping the sight remotely clean. Pete trailed his fingers up and down her inner thigh slowly,.. dirty fingertips just disappearing under up the hem line of her skirt with each upward sweep. His eyes were watching his own fingers as though they belonged to someone else, before letting them return to Carls gaze..holding it steadily. "Wanna see? " he mouthed silently, arching an eyebrow.

Carl looked utterly stunned. Pete hadn't waited for a reply and in his periphial vision Carl watched him knock back the flimsy covering, the inch or two it took for him to expose the perfect flesh where thigh meets crotch. Carl felt his unreliable and already hard cock lurch in response,  (oh my fucking GOD!.. what was he playing at?) his eyes were glued to Petes grubby fingers, the whiteness of Kates underwear a stark contrast of pure/filth. Pete was trailing a single fingertip up and down the leg elastic of her  knickers teasingly,  though who  it was he was teasing Carl couldn't quite make out..him? ..or her? ..or himself?? ..or...

Carl ripped his eyes away and glanced back up at Pete to find him staring at him .." Well ..do you?"  Pete questioned, silently, motioning towards his hand.

Petes own arousal was obvious by now , the bulge in the front of his jeans was impossible to disguise, and he readjusted himself into a more comfortable position. Grinning like the cat who'd got the cream at Carl. Kate murmured softly but remained motionless , eyes closed , head back .legs splayed in the same obscene pose.

Pete paused and lifted his finger an inch pulling the white cotton up and away from Kate's flesh. Carls eyes caught a teasing glimpse of the soft plumpness of her sex and he groaned inwardly ( this was so fucking wrong ..but oh my God! ) wondering where all this was going to end. He continued to watch as Pete used his free hand to unzip his fly and release himself, springing to stiffness and as he wrapped his hand around it, Carl was hooked. No longer just aroused ,  way beyond that.

Despite Kate's inebriated state her arousal was now starting to become more obvious too. The thin manterial of her white cotton knickers turning see-thru as moistness seeped from her. Pete continued to molest her expertly. His entire hand was now trapped behind her gusset, moving like a small furry animal under the cotton He removed  his fingers, purposely drawing back her panties to expose her completely for a slow second before letting them ping back into place. He carelessly wiped his glistening fingers on her inner thigh, creating a shiny stain on the matt skin.

It suddenly occurred to Carl that he had been holding his breath as it burst from his lungs with a soft hiss. Pete grinned knowingly and beckoned him over with a silent gesture. Carl felt like some invisible force was pressing on his shoulders and keeping him down , forcing him sit there when all he really wanted to do was get the fuck over there , get to Pete..get his hands on that cock that Pete had now gone back to stroking He didn't wanna fuck Kate ..fuck that . But he did want Pete...God he wanted him. He stood..Letting the towel covering his erection fall to the floor and moved towards them.

Current Mood: amused

Carl looked at Pete dumbstruck , his eyes fixed on the shameless display infront of him ...he felt his own cock twitch involuntarily in response. "for ..gods..sake..pete" he complained in utter disgust. His voice rising an octave as painc set in. He rolled onto his side and away from Pete, clutching at the stained sheet  A) to try and hide the sudden tenting beneath it and B) to try and blot out the obscene visual ..."go to fucking bed will you" ..uncomfortably sliding a hand down to cover his cock which was betraying him to the max! ( why now?? why nowwwwwwww?) " just ..go to fucking bed?" he whined..

"Nope..I dont think so carrrlosssss" Pete mused in his teasing sing-song tone that he saved especially for moments like this , rolling the r seductively and meandering across the room to the side of the bed " We ..my little biggles... have some unfinished business I think "...positioning himself directly in line with Carls face ,so as he looked up at him his first sight was Pete's denim clad bulge. Carl scowled , blowing a stray lock of dirty hair from his lucid blue pools then closed them again .. silently wishing Pete away (..go ..just go ...and....let me get rid of -this- .. (squeezing his own erection under the covers, irritated at his own lack of control) ..the sound of a zipper coming down caused his eyes to snap back open just in time to watch pete reach inside his jeans and ease his cock out of the denim prison. 

Carl sucked in a deep breath, he tried to look away , tried!!! he couldnt, he just stared ..frozen.. as Pete's grubby stained fingers wrapped themselves around the length. Carl glanced up at him wearing a dumbfounded "what-the-fuck!? " expression, only to be met by Pete thrusting his hips forward to give him a better view as his thumb slipped up and over the swollen head of his erection ..sweeping the seeping pre-cum that was already leaking over the shiney surface and drawing his hand back down to the base of what Carl couldnt fail to notice was a very impressive length! . 

Pete was putting on a very slow deliberate show for Carl.. stroking slowly  ..." Carl ..you kissed me ..Carl ..tell me you didnt like it?, tell me you didnt?.. and I'll stop.. , cuz..see I know you did cause you slipped me the tongue." Pete grinned ( Carl grimmaced , remembering it all too clearly..but he was drunk..you know what its like?! ..one thing leads to another and...) Petes voice sliced through his thoughts..". That wasnt a peck on the cheek was it Carlos? ..wasnt a friendly kiss ..you were as hard as I was ..as hard as I am NOW ..dont you remember? ..yeah ..ok..you were drunk, SO WHATt!?" ( now he was talking aloud but to himself more than anything ) "all the times Ive laid awake in that bed next door thinking of you ..just the other side of the wall..." his breath was starting to come in shallow bursts now ...panting.. " thinking of your hand ..on this cock ...my cock" ..panting ...he stopped a second just to show it in all its aroused glory ..."this COCK ...wants you, no ..no NEEDS you Carl " Pete was practically fucking purring now ..and Carl had never seen him quite so out of control before no matter what he had stuck up his nose or in his veins...

All the while Carls own hand was still subconsciously moving under the sheets , despite himself ..in the midst of such a blatant sexual display he was becoming achingly turned on, he'd always known there was something there , course he had! he would of had to have been dead to deny it , but such open exhibitionism , such outright confessions in such a short space of time was making his head swim...

He watched silently as Petes fingers closed back over his cock ,he was masturbating fast and hard now..bending his knees on occasion and leaning over Carls face now and then , treating Carl like some kind of cheap slut from a seedy porn flick. Carl tried rather helplessly to turn his head .. the head of petes cock was now so close to him he could  fucking smell it  "tell me to fuck off  then Carl .." pete spat.. breaking the silence .. noteing Carls feeble attempts to resist...but.. he also noted Carls hand moving under the thread bare sheet and he knew he had him ,he knew full well he wouldnt stop him now , he knew he simply couldnt.

Grinning he swiftly leaned forward and took the chance he'd been waiting for to swipe the sheet off

His dark eyes settled on Carls exposed arousal , a cheeky satisfied grin spreading slowly across his face as the defenseless Carl protested only momentarily (what were his options right now? , to get up and kick the hell out of the cheeky cunt..or to...) before giving himself up to the moment . Pete knelt on the bed...feeling the mattress dip ..and leaned in to press the hard heat of his cock softly agsinst his Carls flesh ..pressing it teasingly against his cheek. Carl flinched from the first contact, feeling an odd mix of lust and nausea as his stomach knotted tightly. 

Whilst Carl was still contemplating his situation Pete took the opportunity to reach down and slowly cover Carls hand with his own fingers, squeezing them and persuading Carls own to move in a firmer and more definate rythum. Carl let out an audible gasp.."ooogod " the sensation not having time to really register before Pete removed his hand and replaced it completely with his own...he watched Carl's body shudder violently with a great deal of satisfaction then glanced up to his face taking in the familiar countours he knew them so well.Now they were contorted with an animalistic lust, an expression unfamiliar to Pete outside of his fantasies.., he looked...thought Pete.. more beautiful than ever...this was the moment he had been living for, for years. Nothing had ever felt this right , kate? who the fuck was kate ? sure put all that shit in perspective , he mused.. nothing could compare to this, and he had known it wouldnt. 

He let his fingers slide into sweaty tangle of Carls hair...softly but firmly guideing his head sidewards towards him ...towards his cock.....growling softly in the back of his throat as he similtaniously pushed the tip of his cock against those lips for the first time..
"Come on .." he urged ...almost to himself . Carls eyes were clamped tightly shut now , seemingly lost in this fucked up dream like experiance "Open for me Carl ...open your eyes ...and ..your ...mouth...I want you I want this , always wanted this..." Pete's voice trailed off...and
feeling Carls hips rise at his words .. he worked his fist faster over his cock...( yessss!.. you FUCK ..I gotcha now ) ... 

Grinning triumphantly he pushed his own hips forward ..his cock jabbing at carls lips urging them to open .. (jab jab jab) ... painting Carls famous pout with his leakage, twisting his fist over his cock and pausing a second before continuing his unyielding assault on him forcing carl to emit a low moan ..his mouth opening just wide enough for Pete to seize the opportunity of pushing his throbbing cockhead inside the warm cavern...he shuddered blissfully at the warm wetness surrounding his flesh and the added thrill of the vibration Carls groaning gave his invasive shaft , heightening his arousal. 

Carl was trying to pull back ...but with Petes hand behind his head holding him there , easier said than done! ...unsure what to do ..bringing his hand up and making contact with another mans cock ( Petes cock ..PETES COCK!! oh ..god ) for the first time he held the base and eased his mouth away ...looking at it like it was some of alien object , slideing his tongue over his lips aquainting himself with the taste, glancing up at Pete , fixing his eyes steadily ..then licking tentively ...licking around .....( fuck it! ..he figured....fuck it.. ...done it now! ..no turning back now sunshine..). Petes eyes rolled back " oh yesssssss carlllllllllllllllll" he hissed " lick it ..suck IT ..suck it for me ...please god ..fuck.. in your mouth" .

Carl couldnt refuse him, and the shock and realization that he didnt actually want to at this point made him feel deliciously dirty....pressing his lips down the length he experimented ..hallowing his cheeks and sucking softly ..pete let out a low gutteral growl , hearing this carl sucked harder ..."oh you fucker!, you lovely ..beautiful..fucker ..yeahhhh" Pete was in heaven, his hips were were on auto pilot moving by themselves ..jabbing ...pulling back ..the hand in carls hair now twisting to fist it tightly ,causing Carl to wince ..pulling Carls mouth back and forth onto his cock ." You gonna cum for me , carlos?" ..he whispered breathlessly looking down at the most erotic sight he'd ever seen ...his fist twisted over carls cock once again and stroked with renewed vigor.

Carl was fucking his hips up wildly , bucking upwards to meet Petes strokes , unable to respond with his mouth stuffed so full of  Pete. " I want you to ..cum ..over my fist .. I wanna taste it ..lick it , taste you ...swallow you "  Pete panted lewdly ( Carl always knew Pete was good with words , but fuck me , if he somehow failed to make it in the music business he was sure he could get a job on one of those phone sex lines! he was pure filth!)....Pete held Carl againt his stomach a moment ..forcing his cock deeper into his throat .. feeling the tight muscles at the back contract ..Carl was gagging .. pulling back slightly he allowed carl to draw a breath ..only to jam it in again mercilessly 

Far from being a turn off for Carl, the rough treatment he was reciving seemed to be exciting him more than ever. A fire lit in petes groin and he slowed down , lazily sliding his cock in and out as he watched Carl lose control.. He'd picked up on the effect his words had already had on Carl and decided to abuse this weakness to its fullest " ...you like it dont you!.. you dirty cunt" ...hahah.. Pete was laughing now.. wildly, in an almost demented manner " you know what Carlos?" he sung..not giving Carl a chance to respond " I was going to have you tonight , I'd already made up my mind , one way or another "...he leaned down his voice dropping to a whisper .." I'd have raped you ....if I'd had to.." .he winked teasingly at Carl , leaving him to wonder if he'd actually meant that. 

Then he was back laughing....fucking ....laughing ...sweating .."My carl likes his throat fucked ..nice.. and... deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep" ..holding his cock to the back of Carls throat as he spat out the last word...carl struggled momantarily ...panic riseing in his stomach as he fought to breathe ...Pete pulled back out ...

(Pete was right , his words had , had a major effect on Carl , now he knew what it felt like to be used , he felt used and violated , and oh and fucking hell it felt good..what the fuck?? and what was that Pete had just said?? .."my carl "..HIS Carl! ..the impact of those words sent him dangerously close to the edge)

Again Petes voice startled him out of dwelling on that for too much longer...

"Hold out your tounge Carlos " Pete demanded matter-of-factly

..flushed ...Carl, opened his mouth almost robotically and blinked awestruck up as Pete started to stroke his cock against his lips ..tapping the heavy weight of it against his tongue teasingly once or twice ...his other hand still working carls own erection expertly  " ..ready carl?" he whispered arching a brow ..." are you ready? cuz....I'm go...gonna...Im gon....openopenyourfuckingmouthwidecummingggggggggggg. " he winced , beautiful dark eyes clenching tightly as the first molten rope of his orgasm gushed from his cock , snapping them open quickly to aim at his target, arching his hips his jaw slack .. perspiration dripping from the tip of his nose.., the first jet landing with all the presionion of a marksman on Carls tongue ....head swimming.. he felt the heat of Carls own orgasm erupt over his pumping fist .

Carl cried out and found himself gurgeling on the fluid.. Pete thrust forward and slid the length of his still twitching cock deep back into carls throat, pushing his seed down ( no ...swallow IT! ) not allowing carl the opportunity to spit it out, unloading himself again and again , carl however didnt need to be told, he sucked hungrily , draining him .. pulling every last drop from his aching balls..Pete's legs shook uncontrollably " nugggghhh oh ....my ...fuckinggggggg ..godddddddddddd"


What felt like a lifetime but in reality was probably only a miniute or so had passed ...the catching of breath and sighs of contentment filled the half darkness of the room ..the scent of sex now hung heavily in the air ..Pete eased himself up and off the bed ...raking long fingers through his dark lock's, dipping to glance into the half broken mirror on the makeshift bedside table next to the bed "( vain fucker , thought Carl ..at a time like this!..he wouldnt have cared if his hair had turned green quite honestly! ..shit he wouldnt of cared if it had all fallen out! ..)..glancing from the mirror to at the shell shocked Carl, pete grinned softly , almost appolgetically


"I had to" he stated simply " wasnt that bad was it biggles?" he added , almost as an after thought..


Carl shook his head mutely , not trusting what might come out of his mouth if he ventured to speak ..he wanted to say " no ...it wasnt that bad ..it was fucking amazing , never felt so turned on .. never felt so..." ( but there was more , and as he eye'd Peter ..watched him step into his boxers and stumble in his clumsy but somehow always graceful manner..yanking his jeans back up, carl felt something inside him ache for ..this lanky.. fragile creature who had just given him the orgasm of a lifetime to put his arms around him , his eyes roamed Pete's body taking in every inch of him, trying to suss out exactly what the sicky feeling he was experiancing now could be .. (shame? nah ..wasnt that.. then ..what the fu..... ?) he frowned..and now his head was all fucked up again, ugh! ( lightbulb moment ) It hit him like a bolt of lightning...feelings..for a guy? sex is sex but ...feelings? for a GUY!..Pete dipped , once again snatching Carl from his own world altering revelations and popped a light kiss on his still numb and sticky lips ..Carl felt his lips parting almost of their own accord to accomodate Petes warm and curious probing tounge..heart racing , he reached up behind Petes head and slid his fingers into that unruly hair, pulling him closer ,urgently.. crushing his lips almost painfully against his own.. unable to get close enough.....(what the hell?) ..he felt his cock twitch ,trying against all odds to come back to life ( not possible! not so soon ..what the fuck was going on???).. and he knew Pete had felt it too because some kind of telepathic second in time had just passed between them .Pete chuckled into the kiss.. and pulled back, his ever expressive eyes searching Carl's own .. knowing without words what had just happend....was only ever a case of what was always going to happen, at some point.

Smiling , Pete stood and made his way back to his own room ..knowing for the first time since they'd met, he would sleep safe in the knowledge that they were one step close to arcadia

"ninite biggles".. he called through the wall ,grinning 

then to himself..

"love you"  barely a whisper

Current Mood: contemplative

'kin prick , Carl muttered under his breath as his baby blues followed the familiar figure of his "mate" across the room ...feeling the bile rise in his throat as the gangly figure flopped unsteadily next to some nameless has-been-queen , throwing an arm around his shoulder , lips pressing close up against the old wankers ear ..eyes lidded in a drunked haze , skin covered with a thin layer of perspiration . Carl felt his heart thud hard once behind his rib cage then up-a pace making him catch his breath as his sharp eyes caught the hand of the old queer reach to his inner jacket pocket and then slide something into the pocket of petes jeans...Carls eyes narrowed as he watched the hand withdraw but linger..lowering itself first to Petes hip..testing for a reaction ..then moving across.. almost in slow motion to settle on his -mates- fly .. squeezing ..what the fuck????? squeezing????? ...Carls eyes shot up to catch the expression of abandonment plastered across Petes face , ...cunt ..fucking CUNT!

Downing what was left of his drink he stood ...hastily weaving his way between sweaty bodies ..and stood looking down at the typically wreckless Peter "come on" he ventured leaning to hiss into Petes ear discretley " ..no respose " COME THE FUCK ON PETE " he tried again, more persistantly ,( ..fuck Peter when hes like this ..why the hell do I bother? ..all he cares now is where his next fix is coming from and getting his cock sucked , selfish little prick... )

Reaching out and grabbing him by the wrist not giving him time to argue, yanking him to his feet.." gotta go to the toilet" , slurred peter...stummbeling slightly ..batting large intoxicated eyes at Carl " for the love of fuck Pete cant you wait until we get back ..I just wanna get out of here " No NNNNNNNooooooooooooo NEEEEED to go Carlossssssssssssssss" whined Pete , grabbing his crotch like a frustrated 5 yr old " come and help me?" he grinned crookedly

Ugh , carl looked around self consciously , he so wished Pete wouldnt play up to this tabloid bisexuality bullshit , didnt he know how it humiliated him??! ..."fuck off pete" he hissed warningly " lets go"

Stumbeling every other step with Pete slumped on his arm Carl mused what might happen if he wernt there to get the boy out of these scrapes , that old queen had his hands all over him , fuck if he had left it any longer he would have been inside his jeans for sure , now that would have given The Scum something to write about .He felt.. rather than heard Pete giggle pointlessly into the crook of his neck, ...yeah he was lucky he was around for sure

Propping Pete up against the doorway wall carl fumbled for his keys ...-bang- kicking the door open wide ..and inside ...backing up to collect the wayward Peter ..he pulled him inside the spasely furninshed flat that looked more like a squat these days .."c'mon you ..lets get ya sat down" he grinned adopting a sarcastic fatherly tone

Pete flopped down , looking up at Carl " yes dad..." he quipped giving Carl a sharp salute and cracking up. Carl merely rolled his eyes and wandered over to the other side of the room to grab his rolling matt and stash...stuck on some tunes and ventured back again ..plonking his arse down next to the by now topless Peter ..half way through trying to tornique his arm ..." wish you wouldnt bilo" he muttered .."no fucking need"

"Ooooooh but there is carlos " Pete murmmered through the length of leather between his teeth " then dropping it when sufficiantly tight " cant get high the way I'd REALLY like to ..so Im taking second best" he spoke clearly.. with intent,his eyes meeting Carl's and holding them steadily. Carl glanced away uncomfortably, suddenly the papers he was putting together were the most interesting things in the world...his fingers rubbing a thick line of block into the neat tobacco.. subconciously moving his blackned thumb to his mouth to suck off the residue,...Peter let out a soft groan watching Carl's lips close over his own thumb , holding his breath as he withdrew the digit glistening with his own spittle.." fuck..." Carl eventually summoning the strength to look back up his eyes taking in the scene next to him as Pete quickly withdrew his eyes and expertly tapped the needle ..all his concentration quickly becoming fixed upon the needle point..
Carl winced in empathy as he pierced his flesh.."meaning?" ..he tried , eyes not leaving Petes abused vein , mesmerized by the blood sweeping back up into the tube...then watching as Pete fell back slowly ..exhaleing as the poison coursed through his body " second best to fucking you Carl" ...Pete let out with a euphoric hiss , his inhabitions departing him completley.

Carl blinked , his ears ringing in the silece , thoes words echoed and echoed ..and for a split second everything in the world stopped..stone dead.. Pete sat back up as the immediate rush wore of ...his eyes were like saucers ..deep dark pools of neediness...he shook the tornique from his arm and reached his hand up to brush over Carls cheek ..the light touch sending a million small unexpected electric shocks through Carls still stunned sense of self..."Pe...te?" he tried.

A slow grin was spreading across Petes face ,those angelic pouty lips mocking Carl almost sadistically "no smoke without fire " he whipsered softly ..letting his thumb find its way to the soft plumpness of Carls bottom lip ..(oh my fucking God)...Carls mind whirrled ..wrenching his eyes away from Petes they roamed taking in the sight before him ...the pale fragileness of Petes body , his arms ..his chest ..his lips ..eyes ..fuck those eyes. Pete cocked his head to one side questiongly ..drawing Carl's hand to his own ...and pressing it directly onto his crotch ...(oh fucking GOD)..Carl swallowed dryly as he felt the heat and hardness through the rough demin of Petes jeans, his stomach knotted tightly and he snapped his hand away as if struck by lightning.

Carl..Face flushing to find himself uncomfortably tight in the jeans department too, clearned his throat ..
'yeah this is Pete , Pete the junkie , Pete not knowing what the fuck hes saying OR doing..
"stop that shit bilo" ...he tried. He felt giddy ...dizzy ..like the air had been stolen in the room suddenly ..like Pete the junkie cunt that he was had removed all his blood and replaced it with some illicit toxic substance that made him just gag for this.. no matter how wrong it was to need this dirty little fucker's hands on his...cock...his cock in his throat ..his mouth all over his shaking body..no fucking NO! ...this isnt right though.

"Cut it out" ..he snapped irritably..standing up quickly and looking a lot more sure of himself than he felt..

Pete frowned ..oh for fuck sakeeeeeeeeeee!, his temper unleashed itself swiftly...
"cant fucking stand the truth can YOU" ...he spat at him
"cant hear it! ..dont wanna know! ..Mr fucking bury-ya-head-in-the-sand-Barat"

"Fuck you, Pete...try talking to me when youre straight k , mate, Im going to bed ? Carl growled..brushing it off as best he could

Carl left without so much as a second glance over his shoulder ..Pete stareing after him , jaw slack in utter amazement...

(Fuck him) ..Petes mind was racing , now he was really angry , frustration had overtaken all rational thinking. (He fucking KNEW he felt the same. What the fuck was the problem ..what was SO wrong with him he couldnt just go with it ..

yeah, now he'd had enough , yeah , Carlos the cock tease had teased him one too many times.. too many drunken kisses , yeah ,...too many wasted gropes when he thought he could get away with it ..blame the drink.. blame the drugs , yeah , that was Carls way...but now it was time to finish it ..

With a dark chuckle he eased himself up from the sofa...and wandered langidly towards the bedroom where Carl had sought sanctuary...now he was the preditor and he didnt care anymore how he was going to have him, by force if it had to be that way ...he grinned as he visulaized the headline " Doherty lands back in the ville for raping band mate Barat" haha... Pushing open the door and leaning back lazily against the frame.. he let one hand drop to lewdly massage the aching stiffness in his jeans... thier eyes met.