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Landing a punch straight at his gut and kicking the man onto the ground, Montana groaned as he watched Electro sneer at him. His head rang with pain as he laid flat on the carpeted floor, breaths slow and hazy, wondering why he ever let Electro do these kinds of things to him.
The simple answer was that he was embarrassingly into this kind of shit. HIs other answer would be it was less expensive then therapy, and farrrrr more arousing.
Electro watched Montana’s chest rise and fall slowly with a fanged grin. He looked good like this. He looked way better like this, instead of the prideful strong facade the man usually put on. What a needy mess. He put himself on his pedestal but all the guy ever wanted was to be pushed down and played around with.
Well, Electro would happily provide.
Shoving his boot onto Montana’s chest, the southern man gasped as he looked up at Electro's shining blue eyes. The shitty yellow lights of his bar shone right behind him, illuminating his head more than it usually was.
Almost made him look like an angel, as ironic as it was. Electro was far more like a devil.
A real tempting one that was.
Electro flashed a Cheshire cat grin and tugged at the side of his mouth to show off his teeth and gums. He then quickly stomped his boot on Montana’s chest with a low huff.
Montana gasped and his face flushed a deep red, god he was so into this. He was so into this that he should really be ashamed of himself. Instead, he just squirmed under Electro’s hold as he dug his boot deeper.
Electro hummed, “You’re real pathetic ya know that Brice?,” He smirked, voice dripping with not a tinge of malice but just a sense of teasing, mockery.
Mockery that should have pissed Montana off but only made him harder and he struggled to cross his legs to hide his hard-on. Mockery from anyone else would have resulted in a fist straight to their jaw, mockery from Electro though? He could keep it up as long as he could and Montana would love him for it.
“Real fuckin pathetic. Just an old, sad, pathetic man.” He whispered, staring down carefully to watch Montana’s reaction. He’d already taken notice of Montana’s hard-on but he chose to ignore it just for a while longer.
Montana's face flushed and he snarled. “I'm only 35 , goddamn it.”
Electro snickered and Montana hated that the feeling went straight to his groin and made his heart skip a beat.
“Still pretty goddamn pathetic don't you think ?” He grinned again, “ Real desperate too.”
The last part practically vibrated with that strange static reverb that followed Electro’s voice and it practically drove him crazy. He nearly pawed at his hard-on but he stopped his hand from moving before he could, he’d never let Electro have that kind of satisfaction.
Electro however had finally decided to take note of Montana’s very obvious hard-on. He smirked and moved his boot to lightly step on it.
Montana’s shoulders lurched up and he nearly moaned. He pushed himself up a little bit and propped himself up by his hands, he groaned and grumbled, “The hell was that for?”
Electro nearly grinned and let out a small laugh. “Just giving you some needed attention.”
Montana eyebrows furrowed and he nearly shoved the other’s boot off him. He wasn't going to get any relief like this, Electro would just toy with him.
He reached over to push Electro’s boot only for the man to stop down harder on his hard-on. Montana yelped and he clenched his fists, “JESUS CHRIST. WATCH IT.”
Electro simply cackled and moved his boot off the southern man, he began to lean over and pulled at Montana’s tie. “I think I should be telling you that, I’m the one holding the reins right now cowboy.”
Montana’s face flushed again and he could feel himself get harder, something had to be seriously wrong with him. Why was he coming apart all through some degrading? What the hell was his problem?
Electro simply tugged on his tie harder, commanding the man to get on his knees in front of him. Montana should have refused but with a harsher tug, he embarrassingly complied. Looking up at the electric man, he practically glowed under the lights of the bar. Almost an angel.
Minus those glowing fangs of course. No devil could hide his facade for long.
Pulling him closer, Electro ran a gloved hand through the other man’s hair, severely disheveling his hair, pulling and tugging at any strand he got his hands on. With each tug and pull Montana only huffed and moaned louder, feeling his mind get hazy and blurry as he let himself get pulled left and right.
“Ya know you’re almost kinda cute like this.” Electro whispered as he tugged at another chunk of his hair. Montana groaned and he struggled to keep his composure, “Coming all undone like this…”, He pulled his hair back and forced the man to look at his eyes. Montana’s face was sweaty and dark red, marks on his lips from biting down to muffle his moans. Electro grinned and slowly moved down his hand to his crotch.
Montana looked at him bewildered, “Are you seriously gonna touch yourself in front of me?”
Electro raised a brow and cackled, “No, Just letting you have a better view,” he added as he shoved the man’s head a little closer to his crotch, merely an inch away.
Montana hated to admit that he felt himself salivate. He couldn’t help himself. He needed him, needed Electro all over his mouth.
Instead he felt himself get pushed away and shoved back down on the ground. He groaned and stared up at Electro who was clearly beyond aroused and grinning manically.
“You’re gonna have to work a little harder for all that Brice.” He cackled as he watched Montana grumble on the floor as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“Now back to where we were before.” Electro exclaimed as he began to shove and stomp his boot all over Montana’s chest and stomach. Montana lurched and coughed, hissing in pain as Electro left dirt and soot all over his dress shirt. He even felt himself cough up blood after a certain stomp and he knew Electro was already grinning widely.
At the end of it, Montana’s shirt was completely disheveled, covered in dirt and soot, all crumpled up and filthy. Electro simply cackled and admired his handiwork.
“You’re taking this real well.” He whispered with a hush, “Way better than I expected from a mess like you.”
Montana snarled, brows furrowed. He hated being doubted, especially when it came to his pain tolerance. He could take anything Electro tossed at him, what made him think any different?
He glared daggers at the man above him and Electro simply watched him as he sneered with glee. Before he could react though, Montana felt a boot shoved right up to his face, pressed against his neck.
He coughed at the sudden force and he frowned, “Watch it, Sparks.” Electro simply rolled his eyes and pressed a little harder, earning a low gasp from the man below him.
Angling his boot for it to face Montana right in front of his lips, Electro smirked, “Here, Lick.”
Montana’s eyes widened and his brows furrowed, “Are you fuckin crazy? I’m not doing that.”
Electro rolled his eyes and shoved his boot closer to Montana’s lips, "C'mon, cowboy, what are you? Too much of a coward?”
Montana grumbled and pushed the boot away, “This ain't about being a coward or nuthin’. This' more about sanitary reasons.”
Electro cackled and he shoved his boot right in front of Montana’s lips again, “Well it's been on your hard-on so that’s something.” Montana rolled his eyes and snarled.
“Not what I meant.”
“Well you’re only licking the top, shouldn't be too dirty. May have spilled something on it but it shouldn’t be anything too crazy.”
Montana huffed and he knew he wasn’t going to get out of this easily. Besides, a small, tiny, insane part of him did want to try. He swallowed his pride with a low gulp and propped himself up by the hands and moved in closer. Grabbing the boot with one hand, he brought it to his mouth, pressed his lips against them and ran his tongue right across.
Electro watched him with sick satisfaction and the feeling certainly went down to his groin. Montana simply turned to look at him with a glare and spat on the ground. Just leather and some strange flavor he couldn't put a finger on.
Probably for best if he never figured it out. God knows what was on that motherfucker’s boot.
Electro cackled and even clapped, “Fuckin hell, you actually did it! I’m impressed,” He leaned down to straddle Montana, “You really are that desperate after all!”
Montana simply glared at him and squirmed under his hold. He was quickly stopped by a rough kiss on his lips as Electro pulled his tie, sending his body twitching and jolting all over. His hair stood on its ends and he felt his shoulders shake violently as electricity danced all over his bruised lips. He leaned a little closer, feeling the hot stingy feeling completely take over his lips.
Eventually Electro lets go, pulls away, gets up, shoves his boot right on Montana’s face, lightly kicks him and then walks away. Montana simply stares bewildered, bruised, hot and bothered, still hard, twitching with electricity, and only craving for more.
“Are you really going to leave me hanging like that?”
“Yup.”
What an asshole.