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Vegas is out with that other man again, putting on a show, wearing a button up with his tits out, seductive smile and glistening eyes. Lips are red, from wine and from someone else kissing him. Marks around his neck, new and old, tousled hair and broken moans. Pete sees and hears it all, it leaves him feeling sick, jealous and wanting, everything he holds so dear just out of reach.
Nothing can calm his nerves, settle the bone deep ache, constant gnawing of his gut. Pete feels useless, unseen, trapped within his own mind, lost and unfocused. Work awaits, but Pete hates going, hates seeing Porsche get anyone he wants. He’s even had Vegas, long before he was in Pete’s orbit.
Drunk people get handsy sometimes, they take his dimpled smile and easy going attitude as an invitation, but it never goes anywhere. They’re not Him. But he needs the money for bills back at home, so he whores himself out, such a hypocrite, really, and if he closes his eyes and pictures Vegas, no one has to know.
He goes out for a smoke, trying to clear his wayward thoughts, but nothing is working, he needs to see Vegas again, to breathe him again, just out of reach… Pete thinks he hears moaning, so he goes to check it out, only to find someone bent over by the dumpsters getting plowed from behind, whining at every sloppy thrust. Seriously? Who could enjoy that? Pete can do it so much better, but then he recognizes the voice, and his blood turns to ice. Vegas?
Said man spots him, eyes locking onto his, they’re clouded with lust, desire, and he fucking smiles at him. At Pete! His dick starts to stir, watching as Vegas gets fucked, wishing it were him right now. Vegas looks back at his partner with disinterest, before turning back to Pete, mouth slightly open, tongue out, gaze hot and wanton. So Pete takes his dick out, starts to stroke it while watching, and Vegas’ eyes turn dark with lust. Without thought, he shuffles closer, and Vegas moans louder, still staring at him, with a smirk.
Everything starts to become hazy, air thick with tension, and Pete wants to drown with it, suffocate by it. The guy fucking Vegas must notice it too, snapping his head to look at him, eyes cold and distant. “What the fuck you looking at?” The man leers at him.
“Someone who is obviously bad at screwing, I’m doing a better job at it, and I just got my dick out,” Pete growls.
“This whore ain’t worth the effort, are you darling?” He spits in Vegas’ face, and Pete sees red, but Vegas nearly cocks his head and laughs.
“I could say the same about you,” Vegas rolls his eyes.
“You filthy no good-,” said the man, getting angrier by the second.
“Think you could take over from here?” Vegas is looking at him, and Pete has never felt more alive.
“Yes,” he purrs.
“Excuse me?” The sloppy, worthless fuck says as he pulls out. “I’m right here!”
“Then leave,” Pete grits out, eyes shifting towards the side, seeing something sharp and jagged on the ground. The drunken man lunges for it, but comes up short, Pete gets there first. “Looking for this?”
“You ain’t gonna do shit, boy. I suggest you leave if you know what’s good for you,” he pokes Pete in the chest.
“Is that so?” Pete tilts his head slightly, looking him up and down, aura turning deadly, “you dare lay hands on my man, fuck him quite terribly I might add, and then you think you can threaten me?” Pete steps closer, ready to strike.
“Pathetic, if your man is so happy at home why was he all over my dick this entire night?”
“I must admit, I’ve been quite neglectful, but even dead I’d still fuck him better than you ever could!” Pete gloats.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I want no part of this!” The man scrambles out of the alleyway, dick still out of his pants.
“Well, that was hot as hell. Wanna finish the job?” Vegas asks, still bent over, hands pressed against the brick before him.
“As if you deserve it for being such an easy fuck,” Pete seethes.
“You sound like the rest of them,” Vegas sighs, “you gonna fuck me or not?”
Pete rushes up to Vegas, wrapping a hand around his throat, before whispering into his ear, “bad boys get punished.” Vegas whimpers at the threat.
“Please, I will be a good boy, I promise,” Vegas pleads, “I just want you to fuck me real nice.”
“Tap my leg three times to get me to stop,” Pete warns before lining up, as Vegas is still open, waiting, and he slides to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Heat wraps around his dick, and it’s so good already.
“I can take it, give it to me, hard, fast-,” Vegas gasps as the broken bottle comes into view.
“You will take what I give you, yeah?” Pete flings the bottle away from them. “I might be a little fucked up, but I’d never cut you up, unless you ask me first,” Pete snarls.
“Oh fuck,” the danger catches up to Vegas in a rush, he’s seen this man follow him for months, eyes dark and needy. So yeah, Vegas upped the slut factor, but it’s so worth it. “Pete!”
“So you know my name?” Pete growls, pulling out just to snap his hips hard, causing Vegas to mewl, “felt my eyes on you this whole time, baby?”
“Yes, I got off on it every time, didn’t wanna get fucked unless you were there, watching me. The way your eyes devour me, seeing only me,” Vegas starts to sob, “I’ve never felt so alive!”
“Fuck, me too. Vegas!” Pete starts off with a punishing rhythm, breath hitching as he slides deep with every stroke, pelvis meeting Vegas’ ass, the sounds lewd, echoing around them. “Gonna mark you up, with my hands, teeth and cum, until everyone knows that you’re mine, baby,” Pete moans.
“Please!” Vegas wails, his body reacting to the filth that Pete is saying to him, along with the way Pete is fucking him just right. “Want you to degrade me, make it so no one else wants me,” Vegas is crying now, body shaking with sobs.
“Gonna stuff you with my cum, deep inside, keep you full at all times,” Pete slams harder, making Vegas lurch forward. “You want that?”
“Yes, cum in me Pete, cum deep inside my ass!” Vegas is starting to babble, his entire body is alit with pleasure.
“Mine!” Pete growls, reaching out to stroke Vegas’ weeping dick.
“Ah!” It only takes a few tugs before Vegas is coming, thick and hot, all over the ground. “Fuck!”
“I’m gonna come, holy shit, Vegas!” Pete cries out as he pulses deep inside Vegas, spurting until he’s empty, until there’s nothing left to give. He doesn’t want to move, to pull out, Pete doesn’t want to be without Vegas anymore. Not another second.
“Pete,” Vegas whines, shivering from head to toe, “take me home, I’m tired.”
Pete knows he must have dropped suddenly, so he reluctantly pulls out, watching as his cum slides down Vegas’ balls and inner thighs. “Let’s get you back home, I’ve got you,” Pete ushers him towards Vegas’ house, following him inside. There’s a thrill as he enters, like he belongs there, and he does.
“Pete,” Vegas sniffles, “I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Pete feels his stomach drop.
“That you’re just an illusion that I made up, there’s no way you can be real, right?” Vegas mutters out loud. Pete feels his heart starting to pound, relief and awe rushing through him.
“I’m all real, baby,” he assures him.
“Good,” Vegas slumps against him. “I’m tired,” he whines again.
“Let’s get you to bed,” and of course Pete knows the way, the layout to the place, and he gets off on watching Vegas stripping out of his clubbing clothes, face planting into bed, before snuffling into a pillow. He watches as the other man sleeps, a crazed smile on his lips, eyes wide and dangerous. Pete finally has what he’s wanted all along, and no one can take it from him.