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Who: Tim
When: Sometime after the break up ;)
Where: Outside H's condo
Ray was outside. Enjoying the afternoon sun. His MDPD t-shirt hung off his thin frame, his jeans were loose everywhere but the crotch where they clung to his ample Caine bulge. He was laying on the grass, watching the cloud drift by. It was an irrverant, childish thing to do but that was Raymond Caine. He marched to the beat of a different drum.
His system was free of meth now, skin healing, muscle returning from atrophy, emaciated ribs and face starting to fill out. His brain still craved it, itched for it, and he dreamed of it. Dreamed of the high, of the elusive rush. He woudl wake up sweating, tasting the bitter smoke in his mouth. But his shaking was gone, his stuttering, the bugs crawling under his skin, his hysteric paranoia- all gone. Not that he was anywhere near normal but he was about as sane he ever was. Horatio was bothering him about getting a job. And now as he lay, hands folded behind his head, staring up into endless azure he was actually pondering what he could do. Horatio has suggested him being a consultant for the department. He could pull a few strings at city hall, get a small stipend to pay him. It seemed wrong though. Ray didn't want his older brother's charity yet again. Besides he liked just lazing around Horatio's place. Spending his money. The other thing H was nagging him about was family counselling with Ray Junior and Yelina. Ray jr. desperately wante dhis father in his lfie. As of now Yelina strictly forbade it and was willing to go to family court to block her stranged husband from seeing his son. However Horatio had managed to convince his sister-in-law that having them all meet in a counselling session would be good for the family as a whole.
The younger Caine closed his eyes. It seemed a different lifetime. Being married. Becoming a father. How had he ever lived like that? By having two lives, that was how. His home life and his life on the edge, in the underground. Now he had to try and decide on just one. It was tough.
He returned to his cloud-gazing. Watching the way random clumping of water vapour could take on shapes. It was amazing in way. The world fo full of those kind of simple, astounding things. How come he seemed to be the only one who noticed?
July 16 2005, 07:50:20 UTC 6 years ago
Speed stood next to his bike for a long moment, his palm stroking across the leather bound seat just gazing at it. There was so much work to be done but he couldn't handle it. Not now. Images of them together were torturing him and he whimpered. Horatio had dismissed him, he made his choice. Catherine over Speed. He knew he'd catch hell for the way he spoke to her but it was long from over. He was looking forward to the argument. As he did with any other. Man, he couldn't wait to get her alone. Then Caine. Speed'll rip him a new one.
Tearing himself away from his own self-pity he cracks his neck and hops on the bike. He knew where he wanted to go. Horatio's, grab most of his shit, all he could pack in a bag at least then head for home. Kick starting the bike he sped off. Barely paying any attention to the rode, his mind kept wandering. This pain needed to go away. He wanted something..something Ray could get him. And it wasn't sex.
Pulling up to the curb he walks his bike over it, shutting off the engine as it rolls in it's nuetral state, over the lawn and right up to the sprawled form.
Speed arches an eyebrow and gazes down at Ray over the rim of his sunglasses. Speed looked like shit. Pale. His grey t-shirt was half bloodied, wrinkled.
"The fuck are you doin'?" And he knocks his kickstand down, hovering over Ray, hands on his hips.
July 17 2005, 02:45:23 UTC 6 years ago
"Blue sky."
He sighed happily, curling his toes in his sandals.
"Now blue activates the fifth chakra. Blue brings peace, truth and quiet order. Therefore I'm living and letting live. Maybe you should try it some time Timmy. Might be a nice change from beating up and yelling."
Speaking of beating up and yelling...
Ray cracked open one eye, glancing up at Tim.
"So....I guess my brother was pretty damn pissed at you the other night."
He smirked.
"You know I speant all night in his arms."
Ray had no idea about H giving in to Speedle one last time. So his attempt to make him jealous with a half-truth about them sleeping in the same bad was likely to fail.
July 17 2005, 02:58:32 UTC 6 years ago
Speed crouches down, never a believer in that chakra bullshit but he quirks an eyebrow, the man does look content. "Which of the seven is good for kicking people in the teeth?" He asks casually.
Tim was picking up errant blades of grass, yanking them from the pristine lawn as he smirks, turning exhausted eyes to Ray, "What..this?" And he gestures to the smallish purple brusing near his left eye. "Actually Horatio's girlfriend did this to me." And he at least had the pleasure of informing Ray.
His eyes narrow angrily as Ray's attempt to rile him..well works. But he holds his tongue. Let Ray sit on the whole Horatio's Girlfriend situation first. Then i'll beat the shit out of him.
"So that's probably why i'm not as chipper as I usually am. How was your day, though?"
July 17 2005, 04:38:09 UTC 6 years ago
"Hey, you know I like all this new age, mysticism bullshit. I still think you should listen to your totems."
He rolled his eyes at the teeth kicking question.
"I dunno the Zen of Teeth Kicking I'm afraid. Sorry."
The red head felt his good mood being carried away like the grass on the afternoon breeze. His brother had a girlfriend? He blinked his emerald eyes.
"What?!"
His brother had a girlfriend...and she smacked Tim good? Well, okay, she couldn't be all that bad. Still Ray shook his head, brushing his hand through his ruddy hair.
"No way. Not unless he put the moves on my wife. And I don't think he'd do that with me no longer six feet under."
His fingers twitched though he tried to play his building upset off.
"You're a damn liar. You're just pissed because I got you in the shit you so rightly deserve with H. You probably just ran out of people to bully and had to punch yourself."
He took a deep breath. Nope. Not going to let Tim get you. Nope.
"Up until you stomped over here in your big old tough guy biker boots and started messing up the lawn I was having a lovely day, thanks."
July 17 2005, 04:52:51 UTC 6 years ago
And he actually felt bad all of a sudden, for fucking up Ray's day. He could see the realization in Ray's eyes, the sadness, how upset he appeared, then it was gone. Denial burrowed it's way into the man's brain and Timmy snorted, shaking his head.
He flicks his hand out, counting on his fingers, slow enough for Ray to keep up, "First of all, it's true. He has some woman.." Close to saying bitch. "..that he's fucking." He growls out. "Second, yeah. I got in a lot of shit with Horatio and that was the last night I fucked him. He broke it off with me. And started it up with her." Then he just shrugs, looking up at the sky through his sunglasses, even still the bright glare of it's rays hurt them.
"So believe what you want, it doesn't matter." Then he glances back down, taking his glasses off as he gazes over at Ray, "I'm not saying it to hurt you. It's the truth."
July 17 2005, 05:53:12 UTC 6 years ago
"Okay, okay...so...wait..."
He put his hands in the air, palms out. His PC tattoo, which he found an embarrassment now, clearly visable.
"So you and Horatio screwed that night? When did that happen?!"
His voice was heated, annoyed and denying.
"Why would he sleep with you if he was so pissed? That makes no fucking sense!"
Though Ray had an idea. It was the whole cainenip thing. Stupid hot Tim Speedle with his stubbley cheeks and big, dark eyes and always ready cock.
He was quiet a moment, biting the inside of his cheek.
"He's with some woman? Okay. Some woman. Is it Yelina? I swear he always had a thing for her. Christ..."
The younger Caine let himself fall back, spred-eagle on the grass.
"So let me get this straight here. We've been going back and forth at each other and now neither of us have him?"
He frowned, pounting his delicate lips, the thin ribbons of cherise flesh marred in places by long healed pipe burns.
"It's hubris, or poetic justice. Or, alternatively, really, really crappy."
July 17 2005, 06:14:35 UTC 6 years ago
He frowns, "Some woman that used to work Vegas, in more ways than one." He spits out heatedly. He was about to continue to bitch about her some more when Ray falls back against the cool grass. Tim's heart twitches and so does his groin. Ray's legs spread apart, laying there. And Timmy finally get's a rather good look at him. "You look better Ray, you do." He says quite suddenly. but it was true.
Then his eyes narrow, "This isn't fucking poetic justice. This is stupid and it won't last. It can't.." Tim closes his eyes, suddenly just exhausted, "Horatio's gonna fucking kill me. Last time I saw him I was calling her a whore with them both in the room." He sneers. "Which is probably why I got smacked." And his tone was innocent as he chuckles.
July 17 2005, 06:46:35 UTC 6 years ago
"H is good at pity. But it's usually self-pity to go with his self-guilt. I've never known him to pity fuck."
Not that he was trying to justify Tim and H's sex when he thought they should have been yelling at each other. Just...he thought he would let Speedle know. Besides now they weren't rival, now they had a common enemy. It could be an uneasy alliance.
The green-eyed man frowned at Tim's description, albeit brief, of the intruder into both their lives.
"Horatio doesn't do well with women. I mean, look at his disaster of a marrige. He'll have that relationship blown in no time."
He waved his hand in the air dismissively.
"Yeah, it'll be over before it has a chance to really start. He'll fuck it up. He'll get all weird and clingy and obsessive or something..."
Ray sort of trailed off. He could not think of any good reasons why it would not work, but it had to not work. Because women were dangerous things. They start with moving in, redecorating your place, next thing you know you're engaged, then you're marrried with a kid having dinner parties with her boring friends who talk non-stop about what sports their spawn play, or that their little darling is in the state spelling bee finals and all that kind of mind-numbing bullshit. He shuddered.
Ray was pulled out of his nightmare vision of a domestic Horatio by Tim's compliment. He propped himself up on his elbows, blowing a chunk of rusty hair from his forehead.
"Yeah, I've discovered 'eating' and 'sleeping'. Pretty sweet the way they help you continue living and all. I can't say I'm a fan of the whole 'not filling your body with poison' thing though."
He laughed lightly
"I'm doing okay though."
The red head pushed himself up, crossing his legs. His hands grasp at the air, and he swallowed slowly. When his spoke his voice was suddenly shakey.
"Oh man...if I could just have a little..."
Ray licked his lips, his voice fading to a hoarse whisper.
"I just need a little. That's all. Just a little..."
His faced twisted up with the agony of his addiction but he did his best to regain his composure, still his hands twitched. Fists clenched and unclenching. He missed the sweet high, the buzz of energy in his mind, the electricity in his body. Thoughts coming and going like lightning, no clumsy fumbling in his mind.
Ray tried to focus on what Speedle was saying.
"Yeah H'll be pissed. I'm surprised he didn't smack you. I bet he'll smack you yet."
He tried to lighten the conversation.
"But I'm sure you'll just like that, wont you?"
July 17 2005, 07:14:52 UTC 6 years ago
He sighs, dragging his fingers through his sweaty hair. He needed a fucking shower. Blood still all over his shirt, he started picking dirt from his fingernails as he glances down at his wrist, tugging his long sleeve back a little, revealing that stupidass brand he got from Maria. That H burned into his flesh and he shoves the sleeve angrily back into place. Fuck.
Timmy's attention was back to Ray and he still wanted to ask, although he would feel bad. Not wanting Ray hooked again. But Speed wanted it, he knew he did. And Ray knew where to get the best. Tim just looks up casually, "Yeah, well maybe next time if he hits me, i'll hit back. He chose her over me and if he wants to smack me because of her, he can try it. That.. I won't enjoy." He mumbles out in a huff.
Then he just stares at the ground, finally plucking up enough courage, "Ray, I ..need your help with something. With getting me something." And his eyes slowly raise, meeting the now bright, crisp green of Ray's. Trying to make him understand what he wanted, without saying it.
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July 21 2005, 23:56:18 UTC 6 years ago
dumbass, motorcycle.
Oh great, that gave him plenty of faith in Ray's friends. He nods curtly, "Yeah I got money. Only enough for me." He says in a stern tone. Tim glances down at his shirt, snorting. Must get back at Catherine.
Reaching out he snatches Ray's wrist again, dragging him out the door, not even allowing him to lock it. Both are on his bike and Timmy hightails it back to his apartment. For a moment he wonders if Greg is home and his heart twists, "Fuck." He curses out loud as he pulls up along the curb. Doing this while Greg is ..out there. Timmy slides off the bike, keeping it running, holding the handle as he stares over at Ray.
Because he knew what he wanted to do before he got to Horatio's, he stopped off at the bank, reaching into his wallet he tosses the man a couple hundred. Which is PLENTY for one person. Black eyes flash angrily, "Get a lot." And he stands back, "Hurry." Please.
July 22 2005, 02:59:54 UTC 6 years ago
"I'm gonna get you a decent dose. I'm not having you ODing, man."
But Ray already had a plan. He was going to bring Tim the meth in vial, to be injected. And he was going to have his buddy hit it. Poison it. Not enough to really hurt Tim. Just enough to make him real sick. Convince him to never do this stupid, stupid, but glorious shit again.
Ray gunned the throttle, ready to take off.
"I'll be back. Have a shower, jerk off. Do something."
And the red head screeched down the road, an unusually serious look on his face.
July 22 2005, 03:12:29 UTC 6 years ago
Timmy was in the shower, washing everything off, his fears, his anger, trying to get it all out of him. Watching the water circle along the drain with a little interest. Climbing out he throws on just a small t-shirt and pj bottoms.
Then he sat on the couch, waiting. Lord, did he hate waiting. And it seemed like forever until finally he could hear someone in the hallway. He wanted it, wanted it fucking bad. He didn't even jerk off in the shower. He wanted to be ready and waiting and hard.
Tim was at the door in a few moments and he cracks it open, "Let's go!"
July 22 2005, 06:02:42 UTC 6 years ago
He had with him the small glass vial of meth, not ice, just regular meth. A needle since he doubted Tim had any. He decided against poisoning the stuff. Hell once he was back in among his old junkie friends he had remembered how happy he had been on his meth. Sure you looked like hell and acted like a fucking idiot. It felt so good. If Tim wanted that he could have it. Maybe it would do him good.
Ray was twitchy, running in fast motion as he made his way from the parking lot to Speed's apartment. He had smoked a rock of crystal while at the meth lab. Hell it had been hardly any. Not even close to his normal dose. Speedle would not even notice...
The red head was reaching for the door when it opened. Damn. Speed must be learning some of H's freaky materializing and dematerializing powers.
"Jesus, Timmy, eager much there?"
This time he grabbed the CSI by the wrists, tugging him towards the bedroom.
"Come on, lay down, I'll shoot you up. It isn't crystal so you should be up all night."
And he grinned, playfully, reaching forward to pat Speedle's crotch. Hopping up afterwards to ruffle his damp hair. He grinned broadly as he backpeddled into the bedroom, tugging Tim along with him.
July 22 2005, 06:25:14 UTC 6 years ago
Quickly he yanked his arm away as Ray mentions shooting up. Fuck he hates needles. His forearm twitches as he glares over at the redhead. Although the pat to his groin did not help the situation.
"Ray leave it here, get out." He snarls out, pointing at the door, "You took that shit again and Horatio will kill you. DON'T go back to his place until it's out of your fucking system!" He roars out, taking a step forward. "Are you STUPID. Do you WANT to be out of Caine's life? He's your fucking brother Ray! And you pull this again!" And his voice lowers into a hiss.
"You know he won't give you a fucking second chance if he finds out. JUST GET OUT!" And the frustration is almost palpable. He darts out, trying to grab Ray to find what he wanted, then to kick his ass out.
July 22 2005, 07:18:29 UTC 6 years ago
"First of all, I'm fine. Don't accuse me Timmy, Timmy, Timmy."
He waggled his index finger.
"Second of all if I need another chance from H he'll give it to me. Hell how many chnaces did he give your sorry ass? Besides who idea was this?"
Ray squashed himself up against Tim, feeling the energy radiating off of him. He traced his finger lazily along his lips, down his jaw.
"Bad CSI, drugs aren't for cops. Unless you're a cop like me, right?"
He gave Speedle the bite he had asked for earlier. Hard to the side of his neck, tounging the flesh he held pinched between his teeth.
"And you're like me, right?"
His hands started to roam. His long, slender fingers seeking out Tim's sensitive spots, his nipples, his groin.
"Come on Timmy. You want that high again, right? It's so good. We'll be up together. We can fuck all afternoon, all night. You lay on the bed and I'll ride your cock like a slutty little red-haired bitch."
He grinned leaning forward to nip at Speed's bottom lip and along his jawline.
"That's how you want us Caines to be right? Your little red-haired bitches..."
July 22 2005, 07:39:54 UTC 6 years ago
Ray was on him and Tim didn't move away. It felt good, so damn good. He just stood there, watching Ray with ragged uneasy breaths, licking his own dry lips. Oh fuck he wanted Ray.
Ray was over him, snapping against his neck and Speed groans his name out, hips lurching forward. But it was the last part. The last few words that Ray had said and FUCK yes that was the truth. That's what he wanted.
Black eyes focus, fixating on Ray's brilliant, somewhat clouded green's. "Yes.." he breathes out breathlessly, leaning forward as he clutches Ray's shirt, hauling him closer, if that were possible to shove his tongue down his throat, licking his mouth, probing him, drinking everything he can down before pulling away. He heads for the bedroom, yanking his shirt off over his head.
Climbing into the bed he glares at Ray, terrified. He really, really hates needles. Not the pain, just the needle itself. Hated it and he growls, sticking his arm out. But this was actually the best way to get the high.
July 23 2005, 02:28:22 UTC 6 years ago
"I knew it. I know what you like."
In fact the younger Caine was quite good at pushing Speedle's button. He could not beat him in physical confrontation but Ray was good at working him up.
He followed close behind Speedle to the bedroom, his hands rubbing Tim's back as soon as the flesh was bare. Ray knelt next to the CSI on the bed, ducking his head to lick his chest. Kiss each of his nipples.
"Easy, it's okay. You want a good chance to get the rush again right?"
He arched his fingers to rub a slow circle along his belly. Tugging out the drawstring of Speed's pj bottoms with his other hand. He tied the cord around the CSI's forearm, tight enough to pool the blood and puff up the veins. His hands were moving quickly, trembling slightly from his hit of crystal. He carefully poured over Tim's skin, looking for the best spot. He chose a point just below his wrist, lowering his head to suckle the ribbon of blues and red. Some people tapped to bring the veins up, Ray sucked. He sat back, preparing the needle. Making sure there were no air bubbles as he slowly drew up the liquid meth.
He eyed Tim, green eyes serious but a stupid, shit-eating grin sitting on his lips.
"You sure now Timmy? No going back once it's in you. You're going to need it again now."
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July 24 2005, 02:36:49 UTC 6 years ago
He knew Ray was back he could hear him and Tim whimpers softly, staring up at the ceiling through watery eyes. Pleasure soaking into every pocket of him but the drug was also fucking up his mind, he tried..to think. And pay attention but it kept wandering. Always back to that nagging heat.
His cheeks were flushed, eyes barely open as he gazed up at the ceiling, breathing like he was about to pass out but he'd never allow that. This felt too fucking good to miss a single second. He swallows, throat so dry but he ignores it. At that moment Ray was touching him and Timmy howls out, his backside lifting up off the bed, pushing up against Ray, trying to fuck his hand as he groans, head tilting off to the side. If Caine didn't quit it soon, Tim would be drained.
Ray's slick palms were on Tim's chest and his eyes snap open, that wet eager tongue lapping up between his legs even as they try to spread wider, pushing up against the warm, mouth, those lips and he snarls, "Oh fuck Ray.. so good with that fucking tongue.." One hand slaps against Ray's as he clutches it tight, afraid if he didn't have some sort of lifeline, a ground, he'd float away and not come back. But, would that really be so bad?
Everything seemed to slow as that finger pushes gently against his back hole and he tenses, yelping out in shock. It's been a long damn time, a long time, since Horatio did anything like that. Tim went silent and for a few moments he stopped breathing heavily, blinking a few times he grunts, gritting his teeth before he cries out for more. Damn it. That touch felt..better than anything and his other hand clutches the sheets, fingers twisting against them, yanking, ripping them as he writhes on the bed.
Then he screws his eyes shut, listening to Ray although he wished he hadn't. "Horatio said.." He frowns, shaking his head a little, trying to clear his fucking mind. "..he said he wanted me to learn patience. He was about to one night, Christ he was so close.." he whimpers out, "..but I kept fucking pushing..I kept pushing!" He growls out, then starts to sit up, mouth closed he pants through his nose, glaring at Ray. Wanted Ray. Needed Ray. Now. He wanted to push, and shove and fuck and brutalize.
July 24 2005, 03:39:01 UTC 6 years ago
"You'll never learn patience. If you haven't by now."
Ray said it matter of factly as he climbed up Speedle's body, positioning himself ass to his groin, feeling his throbbing, lubed up cock against his backside. Tim was so hot, every inch of his skin. He could even feel the heat where his balls laid against Speed's belly.
"I could try but what's the point? I'm going to end up getting fucked and the crap kicked out of me so I might as well get one of the two over with."
He laughed a little and laid the hand he had not been using to finger the CSI up against his cheek, thumb brushing his arousal and meth swollen lips, smiling down at him.
"And like I said. You'll never be patient, just like I'll never grow up. Nico'll never stop killing. John Hagen will never stop being so damn gulliable. Horatio will never stop feeling guilty if someone swats a mosquito in Timbuktu. Yelina will stop being pissed at me. Yadda, yadda, yadda."
He motion in the air with his other hand, before rubbing a slow circle against Tim's pecs.
"Okay, come on Timmy baby, give me what you've got."
July 24 2005, 05:58:54 UTC 6 years ago
Tim's lips parted, licking against his finger, it was almost soothing him in a way, relaxing. Even though his heart wouldn't stop throbbing. He was whispering his name, taking the finger further into his mouth, moaning around it, suckling on it as he hips started to roll.
Ray had everyone nailed, especially his own brother and Timmy starts to laugh, eyes closing, he reaches up, placing his hands on Ray's hips. Still frantically bellowing out fits of laughter. Didn't even really know why but what Ray said was so funny, and sad. Horatio's guilt was powerful. His self-loathing and Timmy didn't stop.
Until Ray was asking for it. He quiets suddenly and stares up at him, eyes flashing. Tim reaches up, snatching Ray's throat and he grunts, hauling him down on his back as he rolls over, leaning above the man. "Okay Ray..whatever you say.." And his tone is almost quiet before he reaches down, grasping his length and he lurches forward, the lube, fucking annoying lube, allows for a better contact, smooth, slick. But Timmy tries to fix it, tries to fuck harder, faster. Drilling Ray into the bed as he snarls, leaning over his lips press against Ray's throat, his pulse, licking it, tasting it, then biting. Hard. He can't fucking help himself, he wants to taste that blood. Diseased as it might be.
July 24 2005, 06:43:05 UTC 6 years ago
It was like a punch when he entered him so roughly but he pushed into the motion, rocked with his thrusts, riding him as much as he was riding him.
"Oh yes...good boy Timmy..."
He unintentionally sounded like his brother. His hands clinging and clawing across Speedle's shoulders and neck, hauling himself up off the bed, making his abs twist and he grunted from the effort. He felt Tim's mouth on his neck and he tilted his head to allow him all the flesh he wanted to lick and nip. He cried out.
"Fuck! Uhh..."
But his protest faded into moans of pleasure. He could feel Speed inside him, each thrust forcing him open, making him fuller and fuller. Letting Tim in deeper and deeper. He crushed his eyes shut, just enjoying what was, for once, pleasure. Utterly devine pleasure. One of his hands fell away from Speed's back, grasping at the skin of his chest, tugging one of his nipples.
"Yes, yes, God, yes! Just like that! Harder, come on Timmy. Come on!"
July 24 2005, 07:22:43 UTC 6 years ago
But then he got into it, especially with Ray's words egging him on. Oh yes...good boy Timmy...
"Oh fuck.." Timmy cries out, just from that tone, the words falling past Ray's lips. "Good boy.." He whimpers out, now in a completely different mindset eyes closing as he suddenly just digs deeper, wanting Ray to feel good now, wanting Ray to cum all over himself, all over Timmy, wanting Ray's fucking scent on him.
He breathes Ray's name across his lips before his tongue dives past them, licking and catching Ray's tongue in his mouth, the kiss was violently, teeth mashing against teeth. He wanted to taste Ray, take in everything he fucking could before pulling away, gasping for air.
"So fucking good, so tight Ray! Wanna come in you, PLEASE!" He screams out, tilting his head back, his hips ramming home each time, he's never felt so full of seed, so fucking heavy with that sticky liquid, ready to explode, his pouch slapping against Ray's ass with each thrust forward. "Please, fuck..let me ..PLEASE!" And Timmy's lost, begging, pleading for release, for permission. He wanted it, needed it to fucking release.
July 24 2005, 09:01:05 UTC 6 years ago
He felt his own cock was weeping, the head wet with precum. The redhead pushed up his belly, trying to get more friction against his cock as their bodies moved togther. He shivered, gasping for breath. This was good, this was amazing. Why the hell had they wasted so much time with the violent bullshit when they could have been enjoying this?
He let out a long groan, yanking hard on the handful of hair he was still holding tightly.
"Cum for me. Come on! Dammit Timmy!"
Ray sucked down breath like he was drowning, desperate for air. Tim never asked for permission before and he would have made a smart ass comment but his mind was too foggy. Speaking was too hard. He felt his muscles tensing. Every one contracting, priming his body for the pleasure of release.
"Uhn...uhn...UHN...TIM! SPEED! SPEED!"
His hands fell to the bed as he climaxed, his fingers tangling and tearing at the sheets. His hips bucking wildly though his body still skewered so deeply on Speed's prick. He could feel his seed releasing in shots of thick semen. He was really cumming hard. He shook, hips humping air desperately as he finished his orgasm. His bowel muscles spasming tightly and releasing against Tim inside him.
July 24 2005, 19:26:49 UTC 6 years ago
"Fuck..fuck fuck fuck.." He continues to chant it, over and over. He tried to angle his hips, plunging further down the hole, fucking into him with a raging ferocity until finally he can feel that slick heat between him. And Tim leans over, whispering his name out near his ear, moaning it, tasting it. Ray was right up there, such a good fuck, and Speed was letting him know.
The spasms were going right to the root of him, jerking him off and Speed's back arches, pushing in a few more times, he can feel Ray stroking every hot inch of him and he cries out, screaming, howling before his seed is torn from him, filling Ray up with the huge sticky load.
After a few moments, finally emptying himself inside of Ray he groans, ducking his head to lick his lips, kissing him, no tongue yet but it's aggressive, hips still rolling.
"So good.." He moans out.
July 26 2005, 02:54:37 UTC 6 years ago
He swam his fingers through Speed's dark, sweaty hair, tugging, scraping at his scalp, ruffling the tresses.
"Damn...."
The younger Caine brother gasped, simply repeating himself.
"Damn..."
After a long moment speant laying back against the pillow with his eyes closed he started to stir. He licked at Tim's nipples, across his chest. Working his way down being certain to find and lap away any trace of his seed he found. He taste his own bitter cum in his mouth but it did not bother him, he kept at it. He tried to push Tim back, off of him, against the bed so he could have easier access to tongue his sweaty and sticky skin. When he got to Tim's now spent cock he worked his mouth around the base, across his balls that were slick with his cum and Speedle's that had oozed from his body while he was being pounded into. He tasted the lube and flear, pulling back.
"Stay here."
He let his fingers lazily sweep across the CSI's chest as he stood.
Ray stroked himself as he walked to bathroom again, searching for a hand towel, or face cloth. He moistened one and returned, gently swabbing Tim's prick clean and than wiping himself between his legs, throwing the towel aside when finished. He settled back on the bed straddling Tim, sliding back so he could really give him oral pleasure. He knew Speed would be hard again. He was always hard anyways and the meth ahd his body in over drive. Ray let his tongue loll around the glans of Speedle's dickhead. He grasped him balls and the base of cock in one hand, rubbing the soft, warm, wet flesh against his face. Across his lips, his tongue moving in rapid flicks, almost humming across the organ. He deep throated him, easing him down bit by bit, breathing heavily through his nose. He sucked him when was down, tongue tickling along the underside, just holding him down deep before he started to chicken head a little. His hands squeezed and fondled his testicles, teasing the pouch lightly with his nails, rolling the flesh in his palms.
He moved his head slowly, sliding him out and sucking him deep back in, slowly, slowly before he let him fall from his lips, slivia glistening on the glans.
"You ready for another round Timmy?"
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