Liar (2)

Ok well I rewrote this for Mu5icbtch- I hope this is to ur standards

now =P and answers more questions... I reread it and completely agreed

with you. I managed to confuse myself this time..

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He gazed at the white washed walls in their bedroom. He was thinking

about life in general. It was never like it was in the movies, or in the books. Shit happened. Not just once. Over and over and over again. And boy was he sick of all the optimists telling him to look on the "bright-side of life". GET REAL. Look around you! There's poverty, druggies, kids cutting themselves, broken families, backstabbing friends- and thats just the tip of the ice burg. Fucking optimists. They were either old, and had no option but to try and think positively- or they were fucking stinking rich, had been their whole life and had nothing to worry about, or hold them back in life.

One thing he'd learnt by now- don't trust people.

Boyfriends/girlfriends, friends or people in general. Don't trust them. As soon as you do; they abuse it.

His thoughts began to trail onto Mike. Mike trusted him, and that was useful. He loved Mike sure...but trust him? That was another issue entirely. Trust was something he didn't spread out liberally. About the only person he truly trusted- was himself. Sure, Mike was a gorgeous man; he'd known it since he met him....and he often wondered how he could keep something so beautiful to himself.

He irritably glanced at the clock again.

He was late. Half an hour late. He bunched up the bed sheets in

frustration as he thought of HIS Mike with someone else. Moaning someone else's name, being fucked by someone else, cumming for someone else. He threw the remote to their large sound system on the floor, anger flooding through his mind.

This was supposed to be their "special day of the week" and Mike was

late. He was with that Rob guy from the bar he worked at- he knew it. He must be with him. Thats why he's so late. There was no other REASONABLE explanation that he could find. Mike was always talking about how great he was, "Rob this" "Rob that.." the fucking sun shined outta the guys ass.

15 minutes later Chester heard the door slam.Confession time for Mikey..... or not.

He bounded down the stairs, and into the kitchen where Mike was bending over, looking into the fridge. Naughty thoughts began to immerge in his head, as he looked at Mike's trousers hugging his toned backside- he'd sex starved him for 3 days now; which just added to the frustration the Chester was already feeling.They'd argued severely, and naturally Mike had banned sex.

"Hey Chester". Mike said breezily, looking over his shoulder as he saw Chester walk into the roomy Kitchen/dining area.

"Hi Mike...where were you?" he asked casually walking behind Mike.

"Ohh... I got caught in real bad traffic.." he muttered, collecting

things out of the fridge, with his back turned to Chester. Boy, he must be hungry, thought Chester......hmm and I wonder why....Robbie fucking his brains out most likely.....

"Oh really?" he asked, edging closer towards Mike, ready for his

"suprise attack". The paranoia and frustration builing in his chest.

"Uh yeah Chaz." he replied absent mindedly. Not even a fucking apology, thought Chester- ungrateful git I'll show him whats what around here. Late on OUR special day- fucker.

He lunged forwards and grabbed Mike's hair from behind. He gripped it tightly and wrapped his free arm around Mike's chest- keeping him in place. Mike dropped the items of food in his hands, and they scattered around his feet, and cried out in sheer suprise.

"You fucking LIAR!" he screamed all sense of normality leaving his

system as he saw red as the rage began to take over.

"Oww fuck!" Mike gasped, Chester testing his neck muscles more than

necessary as he bent his head back further- almost ripping Mike's hair from his scalp.

"Where were you REALLY?" he asked pulling Mike's body closer to his

aggresively- even though the situation was unappropriate- the closeness and feel of Mike against his body again was beginning to affect him. It always had, as was proving to again.

"I was in a traffic jam Chester! God I swear!" he cried, wriggling

around in Chester's grasp stepping clumsily over Chester's feet, as he tried to free himself from the death grip on his hair.

"Tell me the truth!" He yelled, yanking on Mike's hair.

"Ouch!"

"Tell me!" he repeated squeezing Mike from behind, his chest pressed up firmly against Mike's now sweaty back.

"You were with that Rob guy weren't you?! That guy who works at the bar with you?! He was fucking you! Wasn't he??!" he screeched, pulling harder on Mike's silky soft hair as images of Rob fucking Mike from behind sprung to his mind.

"N-no!" He gasped groaing in pain due to the ministrations on his short spiky hair. Shock flooding his system as Chester's accusations spread through his mind- what was he on about?!

"You're lying! I know you Mike! And I KNOW when you are lying!...I'll teach you to lie! And be late on our special day!" he yelled manically, pulling them both backwards and heading towards the wooden dining table, Mike stumbling clumsily as he dragged him away from the fridge.

He pushed Mike forwards over the table, so that his chest was pressing painfully against the table top and his backside in full view, his hips pressing harshly into the table side. He roughly placed Mike's wrists above his head.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Mike cried, wriggling under Chester's strong grip. Chester ignored Mike's remark.

"One last chance Mike. Tell me the truth!" He growled, leaning over

Mike's body so that his erection pressed into Mike's ass, and his chest against his back. He placed his hands either side of Mike's head and bore his weight down upon the body beneath him.

"But I am Chaz!" Mike cried out, cocking his head to the side to see

Chester.

"Liar" he replied shortly. He pushed his hands under Mike's body, so

they were sandwiched beneath Mike and the table. He reached for Mike's pants, and hastily unbuttoned them, and yanked them down swiftly in one motion; along with his boxers. This will teach him.

"Chester ...what are you doing?" Mike asked meekly, panic lacing his

voice as he felt exposed; Chester's hard on pressing through his trousers onto Mike's own bare butt (A/N : hehehe butt hehhe) .

"Teaching you a little lesson you won't forget.." he whispered, and

pulled down his trousers accompanied by his boxers. He carefully stepped out of them. He leant forward over Mike, causing Mike's hips to push further into the table side- digging soflty into the flesh. Sure, Chester was known to be fairly forceful in sex- but this was freaking Mike out.

He began grinding himself slowly into Mike's behind (A/N so many

different words for this hehe) his bare erection rubbing deliciously against Mike's soft skin. He reached around Mike, and began pumping his cock slowly- stroking him to undeniable hardness.

What kind of lesson is this? Thought Mike as Chester continued to

please him, and rub himself more vigorously into his ass- how to get fucked bent over a table? He felt Chester rub the pad of his thumb over the tip of his now aching cock. He moaned and bit his lip, willing himself not to make any noise.

"Like that Mike hmmm?" He asked patronisingly, taking Mike's earlobe

into his mouth and biting down gently.

"Mmhhmmm..." was all Mike could manage, trying desperately to stifle his sounds of pleasure. Chester abruptly stopped his

actions.

"One last chance to speak up Mike." he said.

Silence.

He pushed Mike's legs further apart, so that he could push into him.

The look of Mike sprawled out over the table, bending over and his legs wide open for Chester screamed submission- so what if he'd forced him into it- this was a big turn on for him. Especially after having no sex for what seemed like forever.

He lined his cock up with Mikes unprepared entrance and slammed himself in full force.

"Uhh Mike..." Chester groaned, Mike's tightness proving to be even painful for him!

Mike howled in pain, and bucked beneath him. Chester pulled Mike's hips backwards, and slammed back in again- causing Mike's hips to smack harshly into the wooden table. They were going to go at HIS pace this time.

The familiar feeling of being inside Mike returned. The hot, tight heat was a haven for Chester's aching member as he began a fast pace in and out of Mike's ass. Mike was whimpered in pain, and grasping the sides of the table in agony.

"Chester...please...slow ..down.." he gasped as tears forced their way out of his deep brown eyes, staining his angelic face- which was

contorted in pain.

"No." Chester growled, pulling almost all the way out, and thrusting

back in at an animalistic rate- nailing Mike's spot perfectly.

Mike cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The table was now

moving with Chester's powerful thrusts. He kept Mike pinned down to the table with one hand, while his other free hand pulled Mike's hips as he desired.

"I know you were lying to me Mike..." he panted, and thrust harshly

into Mike's receptive body, building up a sweat. He leant forward and began biting on the meaty flesh of Mike's shoulder blade. Mike moaned, and pushed his hips back against Chester's thrusts-resulting in deeper penetration.

The table was digging painfully into Mike's hips, and he felt slightly suffocated pressed so close against the table- but the rate Chester was pounding into him didn't give him much time for thought. He felt his own blood aiding Chester's large cock as he impaled him over and over. It felt like he was reaching his stomach.

"Ugh Mike...so fucking ..tight.." he gasped, as he continued thrusting himself in and out of Mike's hot body, digging his nails in as he felt his orgasm approaching. The combination of Mike's tight walls, and no sex for 3 days was having its toll.

He pulled Mike's head up by his hair, and slammed his head down against the table. Mike yelped in pain and clutched his face as Chester pushed against his prostrate harder and harder. He felt Chester's rough hand encase his neglected dick, and pump him in time with his frantic thrusts.

"Uhh ..Chaz..god right there!" He screamed in pleasure as Chester

slammed against his spot harder and harder, never missing it once. He heard Mike moaning and saw him writhing beneath him. He smiled in

satisfaction- his Mike was moaning because of him.

He teased the tip of Mike's cock roughly and caused Mike's orgasm to

wash over him powerfully.

"Fuck!" He cried, and came over his hand. His inner walls spasmed

and contraced around Chester's throbbing cock. This was it for Chester. He thrusted one last time, hard and deep into Mike and released his seed. His whole body convulsed with the powerful orgasm, and he sunk his teeth into Mike's shoulder.

A few moments later he pulled out of Mike and straightened up. Mike

pushed himself up from the table, still panting. He felt humiliated and used. His cheeks begam to burn as he stood there, his pants pooled at his feet, and Chester's eyes burning into him.

"Learnt your lesson Mikey?" Chester asked, glancing at the deep marks on Mike's hips. Mike nodded obediently.

That will teach him.

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Ok, I hope that was better!!!