SlasherVictim
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The thick stench of cheap motel air freshener doused the sheets on Andrew's bed. His racing thoughts were barely enough to distract him from the scent of burnt pinecone.
'Should it really be in a place like this?' He wondered. He didn't have much choice, though, and he knew it. He couldn't go back home. He burned that bridge on his way to the police station. What other option was there? Steven's place? God forbid he relinquish the little control he felt like he had.
No. It had to be there in that dingy, backwater hotel room. He sighed and leaned into the stiff, overused pillows, letting his head sink as far as they actually would into the cloth bricks. Steven would be here any minute and put his mind at ease. He hadn't told him anything about anything yet, and that was just the way he liked it. Better to keep innocents out of the cross hairs.
A heavy rap on the door broke him from his thoughts. He jumped to his feet and scurried to the door. "Be right there!" he shouted. The knocking continued, his words apparently going unheard. He stopped at the motel door and peeked through the eyehole. Just as he'd expected, Steven stood just outside, glancing around and nervously leaning his weight from foot to foot.
‘Here we go.’ Andrew thought. He took a deep breath and unlocked the deadbolt. Putting on as bright of a smile as he could, he opened the door. “Hey,” he said. “Glad you could make it.”
Steven gave a small, nervous smile back. “Yeah,” he said. “Figured it couldn’t hurt to drop in. What’s up?” Andrew laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I was just sorta waiting around.” He stepped to the side, gesturing for Steven to go ahead and come in. Steven nodded, stepping inside and looking around. His smile faded a bit as he got a good look of the room. Andrew shut the door behind him and tucked his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah,” Andrew said. “I was kind of expecting a little more, too. This shit is a hundred bucks a night. Can you believe that shit?”
“Yeesh. I wouldn’t pay twenty.” Steven walked over to the bed, sat down and pressed on it with his hand a few times. “Shit, this bed is seriously stiff, too. I actually think I can feel the springs.”
“Yeah. It’s out of the way, though. That was the idea, anyway.” Andrew sat down beside him and stretched his back. "So..."
Steven laughed and raised his eyebrow. "So?"
Both of them sat in silence for a few moments before Andrew finally spoke up. "I- uh- I guess you know why I wanted you to come here, then?" he asked. He held his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs, not wanting to look up and make awkward eye contact with Steven.
"I had an idea, yeah." They both went quiet again, both looking around the room. The awkward tension in the room was almost thick enough to slice through with a knife.
"It's just been pretty lonely lately, y'know?" Andrew said, still not looking up. "Just doesn't seem like I really have anyone anymore. Like everyone just kind of turned around and walked away without so much as a goodbye."
"Yeah. I think most of us know how that goes." Andrew glanced over at Steven and smiled. This wasn't the plan at all. He didn't go there to listen to whining. He'd known what Andrew had planned, and he still came. Now was his chance. Andrew looked up, leaning in and taking Steven's hand.
"I think I need to get my mind off of things," he said. His small smile was barely discernable from a straight face, but Steven could tell. "Even if it's just for tonight, you know? And I'm sure we both could benefit from it."
Steven blushed and smiled back. "Right. Sounds like it could be pretty fun, actually." Bingo. Andrew leaned in and lifted his hand to Steven's face, lightly brushing his fingertips against his cheek.
He parted his lips and pressed them to Steven's, grabbing onto his thigh. Steven returned the kiss, leaning into it and slipping his tongue out of his mouth, brushing it against Andrew's lips. He parted them, allowing his tongue into his mouth and lightly sucked on it.
'Finally.' Andrew thought. He had been waiting for this for a long time, and now it was happening. All other thoughts melted away as he leaned forward, easing Steven to the bed. He broke his lips away and lightly kissed down to Steven's thin neck. He lingered for a moment, parting his lips and gently nibbling the soft skin of his nape. His heart raced, ready to explode.
That wasn't all that was about to explode, either. He felt his pants grow tighter as he lifted Steven's shirt and kissed down his body. His light hair was almost negligible, like a teenager just growing in his beginning peach fuzz. It only made him harder.
He stopped when he heard steven laugh. Looking up at him, he raised his eyebrow. "What?" he asked. "Something funny?"
"You're honestly looking a little pathetic," Steven said. "Like this is the first time you've done this."
Truth be told, it was. He'd never actually been with another man before. He wasn't about to let Steven know that, though. He blushed and looked away.
"How about this. I'll just bend over and you can eat my ass while giving me a reach around. I have a feeling you want to do that, anyway. And after you finish, maybe I'll finish you off. Right now, though? You're going to listen to me."
Andrew was startled by the sudden change of power, but it wasn't unpleasant. He nodded. "Right. Sounds good," he said. Steven smirked and slipped off his shirt. He gestured toward his pants.
"They're not going to take themselves off," he said.
Andrew looked down at Steven's belt buckle and gulped. His fingers trembled as he reached down, grabbing ahold of it and unhooking it. He fumbled with the button for a moment before finally unlatching it and unzipping his jeans. Finally, he slipped his fingers into his waistband and slid both his jeans and boxers to his knees.
Steven's fully erect member immediately sprang out, standing at full mast. "Now get it wet to decrease some of the friction. Don't want you tearing my dick." Andrew nodded, complying. He bent down and took Steven's dick into his mouth, running his tongue around the head. He looked up at him and started to lightly suck. Steven, on the other hand, had his eyes closed and his head tilted back as he enjoyed his new toy.
"That should be enough," he said. "Move over." Andrew slipped off, crawling back a little bit. Steven turned around and bent over, looking back. He grabbed one of his tight asscheeks and spread it, revealing his small asshole. Andrew could see his balls and still erect cock dangle between his legs. "Eat it," he demanded. Andrew gulped and leaned in.
It was weird at first. The taste wasn't particularly bad, but it wasn't something he'd want every day. At the same time, he found he was enjoying this almost as much as he enjoyed his cock. He reached down and grabbed ahold of Steven's dick, pumping his hand as he ran his tongue over his asshole.
Steven moaned, letting his front half fall to the bed. He kept his ass raised into the air and gyrated his hips against the motion of Andrew's hand. Andrew pressed his face into it, grabbing Steven's asscheek with his free hand and squeezing it.
Both of them were too distracted to hear the door creak open. In his haste to undress Steven, Andrew left the deadbolt unlocked. Geatano, the last person Andrew had wanted to see, quietly let himself in. He leaned against the wall, trying not to laugh as he cocked a crossbow bolt into his crossbow and aimed it right at the back of Andrew's head.
Andrew kept pumping Steven's dick and lightly sucked his puckered asshole. Finally, Geatano spoke up.
"Didn't expect you to be a fucking faggot," he said. Andrew stopped, holding himself in place. He felt his heart stop as he heard the all too familiar voice. "Too bad you actually thought you could hide from the family, assface." Before giving Andrew a chance to respond, he pulled the trigger.
The bolt flew true right into the back of his head, out the front of his mouth and into Steven's asshole, pinning them together like a human shishkebab. The serrated arrowhead on the bolt kept Andrew's corpse from sliding off and only yanked on Steven's rectum. He screamed and fell to the the bed.
Geatano sighed and loaded another bolt. He walked over to Steven, aiming the crossbow at the back of his head. "Sorry, mate," he said. "I hate doing this, but you got caught up with the wrong shit breathed shit brain." He pulled the trigger, silencing Steven. Geatano hooked his crossbow onto his belt and stretched his back. He went through both Steven and Andrew's jeans, taking what money he could. He shook his head, throwing the wallets at the corpses. It didn't even make a dent in the fucker's debts. Oh well. At least it would buy him a decent meal this evening.
'Should it really be in a place like this?' He wondered. He didn't have much choice, though, and he knew it. He couldn't go back home. He burned that bridge on his way to the police station. What other option was there? Steven's place? God forbid he relinquish the little control he felt like he had.
No. It had to be there in that dingy, backwater hotel room. He sighed and leaned into the stiff, overused pillows, letting his head sink as far as they actually would into the cloth bricks. Steven would be here any minute and put his mind at ease. He hadn't told him anything about anything yet, and that was just the way he liked it. Better to keep innocents out of the cross hairs.
A heavy rap on the door broke him from his thoughts. He jumped to his feet and scurried to the door. "Be right there!" he shouted. The knocking continued, his words apparently going unheard. He stopped at the motel door and peeked through the eyehole. Just as he'd expected, Steven stood just outside, glancing around and nervously leaning his weight from foot to foot.
‘Here we go.’ Andrew thought. He took a deep breath and unlocked the deadbolt. Putting on as bright of a smile as he could, he opened the door. “Hey,” he said. “Glad you could make it.”
Steven gave a small, nervous smile back. “Yeah,” he said. “Figured it couldn’t hurt to drop in. What’s up?” Andrew laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I was just sorta waiting around.” He stepped to the side, gesturing for Steven to go ahead and come in. Steven nodded, stepping inside and looking around. His smile faded a bit as he got a good look of the room. Andrew shut the door behind him and tucked his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah,” Andrew said. “I was kind of expecting a little more, too. This shit is a hundred bucks a night. Can you believe that shit?”
“Yeesh. I wouldn’t pay twenty.” Steven walked over to the bed, sat down and pressed on it with his hand a few times. “Shit, this bed is seriously stiff, too. I actually think I can feel the springs.”
“Yeah. It’s out of the way, though. That was the idea, anyway.” Andrew sat down beside him and stretched his back. "So..."
Steven laughed and raised his eyebrow. "So?"
Both of them sat in silence for a few moments before Andrew finally spoke up. "I- uh- I guess you know why I wanted you to come here, then?" he asked. He held his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs, not wanting to look up and make awkward eye contact with Steven.
"I had an idea, yeah." They both went quiet again, both looking around the room. The awkward tension in the room was almost thick enough to slice through with a knife.
"It's just been pretty lonely lately, y'know?" Andrew said, still not looking up. "Just doesn't seem like I really have anyone anymore. Like everyone just kind of turned around and walked away without so much as a goodbye."
"Yeah. I think most of us know how that goes." Andrew glanced over at Steven and smiled. This wasn't the plan at all. He didn't go there to listen to whining. He'd known what Andrew had planned, and he still came. Now was his chance. Andrew looked up, leaning in and taking Steven's hand.
"I think I need to get my mind off of things," he said. His small smile was barely discernable from a straight face, but Steven could tell. "Even if it's just for tonight, you know? And I'm sure we both could benefit from it."
Steven blushed and smiled back. "Right. Sounds like it could be pretty fun, actually." Bingo. Andrew leaned in and lifted his hand to Steven's face, lightly brushing his fingertips against his cheek.
He parted his lips and pressed them to Steven's, grabbing onto his thigh. Steven returned the kiss, leaning into it and slipping his tongue out of his mouth, brushing it against Andrew's lips. He parted them, allowing his tongue into his mouth and lightly sucked on it.
'Finally.' Andrew thought. He had been waiting for this for a long time, and now it was happening. All other thoughts melted away as he leaned forward, easing Steven to the bed. He broke his lips away and lightly kissed down to Steven's thin neck. He lingered for a moment, parting his lips and gently nibbling the soft skin of his nape. His heart raced, ready to explode.
That wasn't all that was about to explode, either. He felt his pants grow tighter as he lifted Steven's shirt and kissed down his body. His light hair was almost negligible, like a teenager just growing in his beginning peach fuzz. It only made him harder.
He stopped when he heard steven laugh. Looking up at him, he raised his eyebrow. "What?" he asked. "Something funny?"
"You're honestly looking a little pathetic," Steven said. "Like this is the first time you've done this."
Truth be told, it was. He'd never actually been with another man before. He wasn't about to let Steven know that, though. He blushed and looked away.
"How about this. I'll just bend over and you can eat my ass while giving me a reach around. I have a feeling you want to do that, anyway. And after you finish, maybe I'll finish you off. Right now, though? You're going to listen to me."
Andrew was startled by the sudden change of power, but it wasn't unpleasant. He nodded. "Right. Sounds good," he said. Steven smirked and slipped off his shirt. He gestured toward his pants.
"They're not going to take themselves off," he said.
Andrew looked down at Steven's belt buckle and gulped. His fingers trembled as he reached down, grabbing ahold of it and unhooking it. He fumbled with the button for a moment before finally unlatching it and unzipping his jeans. Finally, he slipped his fingers into his waistband and slid both his jeans and boxers to his knees.
Steven's fully erect member immediately sprang out, standing at full mast. "Now get it wet to decrease some of the friction. Don't want you tearing my dick." Andrew nodded, complying. He bent down and took Steven's dick into his mouth, running his tongue around the head. He looked up at him and started to lightly suck. Steven, on the other hand, had his eyes closed and his head tilted back as he enjoyed his new toy.
"That should be enough," he said. "Move over." Andrew slipped off, crawling back a little bit. Steven turned around and bent over, looking back. He grabbed one of his tight asscheeks and spread it, revealing his small asshole. Andrew could see his balls and still erect cock dangle between his legs. "Eat it," he demanded. Andrew gulped and leaned in.
It was weird at first. The taste wasn't particularly bad, but it wasn't something he'd want every day. At the same time, he found he was enjoying this almost as much as he enjoyed his cock. He reached down and grabbed ahold of Steven's dick, pumping his hand as he ran his tongue over his asshole.
Steven moaned, letting his front half fall to the bed. He kept his ass raised into the air and gyrated his hips against the motion of Andrew's hand. Andrew pressed his face into it, grabbing Steven's asscheek with his free hand and squeezing it.
Both of them were too distracted to hear the door creak open. In his haste to undress Steven, Andrew left the deadbolt unlocked. Geatano, the last person Andrew had wanted to see, quietly let himself in. He leaned against the wall, trying not to laugh as he cocked a crossbow bolt into his crossbow and aimed it right at the back of Andrew's head.
Andrew kept pumping Steven's dick and lightly sucked his puckered asshole. Finally, Geatano spoke up.
"Didn't expect you to be a fucking faggot," he said. Andrew stopped, holding himself in place. He felt his heart stop as he heard the all too familiar voice. "Too bad you actually thought you could hide from the family, assface." Before giving Andrew a chance to respond, he pulled the trigger.
The bolt flew true right into the back of his head, out the front of his mouth and into Steven's asshole, pinning them together like a human shishkebab. The serrated arrowhead on the bolt kept Andrew's corpse from sliding off and only yanked on Steven's rectum. He screamed and fell to the the bed.
Geatano sighed and loaded another bolt. He walked over to Steven, aiming the crossbow at the back of his head. "Sorry, mate," he said. "I hate doing this, but you got caught up with the wrong shit breathed shit brain." He pulled the trigger, silencing Steven. Geatano hooked his crossbow onto his belt and stretched his back. He went through both Steven and Andrew's jeans, taking what money he could. He shook his head, throwing the wallets at the corpses. It didn't even make a dent in the fucker's debts. Oh well. At least it would buy him a decent meal this evening.
