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“Yes mom, he’s coming over.” Simon says over the phone. “I will be fine, I can handle him.”
“How has it been, discharged of the morphine in all?” His mother asks. Simon gulps down the truth and kicks the needle at his feet behind him.
“I’ve been-” He stepped on the needle tip. “Fuck- I mean uh, great.” He closes his eyes and pushes back his hair, exhaling. “Oh! Uh I gotta go eat my uh- dog -no no!-” He panics, trying to come up with a lie. “Sorry I uh-gotta take the orange juice out the microwave!” Simon hangs up without thinking.
“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head and falls onto his dirty mattress. He blows sharply and picks up a match. He rolls over to the drywall and strikes the match across it. The flame mesmerises him. He looks between his wrist and the cigarette on his nightstand, unsure of what to light. Staring into the fire, a drugged smirk forms on his lips.
BANG BANG BANG! A rather aggressive knock startles Simon who drops the match on the sheets, catching fire. “Shit!” He shouts. Instead of folding over the sheet and depriving the fire of oxygen, Simon has the “brilliant” idea to open the window and throw the burning cloth out of his apartment. Simon ignores the screams from people below as he rushes to answer the door.
There stood David. The one and only. The jackass who hit him with his car. Simon straightens out his posture, trying not to humiliate himself in front of the tall, sturdy man, smoking a cigarette, staring down at him. “What do you want?” Simon barks.
“What do I want?! You son of a bitch! You got me arrested. I had to pay so much because of your dumb ass j-walking!” David yells.
“It wasn’t j-walki-” Simon begins.
“The amount of money I had to pay for YOUR ignorance. I didn’t have much to begin with, but now I have NOTHING.” David forces his way in the apartment and shoves Simon by the neck against the closet. “Do you know what having NOTHING is like Simon?!” He gets really close- Too close.
“I’m so SORRY that I was WALKING DOWN THE ROAD minding MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS and got HIT BY A FUCKING CAR.
“YOU RAN ME OVER YOU FUCKFACE!” Simon snaps. Simon swings a fist, making a b-line directly into David’s eye. David groans and holds down where he got punched. Simon almost feels bad before David springs into action and bashes Simon’s head against the closet door. Simon recovers quickly but not quickly enough to foresee David burning his neck with his cigarette. David stops to enjoy Simon’s suffering for a moment. He holds him down and tries to burn Simon yet again, but when the cigarette gets near, Simon bites it from his hand and completely swallows the activated tobacco.
David is speechless and Simon uses this as an opportunity to kick him where it hurts. David throws Simon to the ground, rolling into the couch, and digs his elbow into Simon’s rib cage. Simon coughs and tries his best to fight back, throwing sloppy punches and squirming beneath David until he is able to drive his knuckle under David’s jaw. Uppercut. David snarls and chokes up on Simon.
He stares into Simon’s helpless little eyes, just… staring.
Out of breath, David grumbles, “Fuck you Simon.” David tugs on Simon’s hoodie strings and their lips meet in a violent kiss. Simon is startled by this, but he kisses him back anyhow, licking the roof of David’s mouth, groaning a little bit. Simon is pressed between David’s chest and the dusty old rug below them. Simon Simon is almost sad when David pulls away and chomps Simon’s burnt neck. Hard. Simon yelps. David claws his hands into Simon’s back, possessively grabbing his skin in a tight snatch. Simon can feel a passionate rage in David’s fingertips.
Simon whimpers in pain, “Fuck you too,” he manages to wheeze out. Simon kicks his socks off and starts to harshly scratch David along his muscles. David grunts at this and roughly flips Simon onto his stomach and spanks him powerfully. Simon blushes and buries his face in his floor, accepting (and possibly enjoying) David’s dominance for a moment.
“Jackass.” David whispers, intensely gnawing on Simon’s hip. Simon is unsure of how to feel about this. Simon’s heart skips a beat when he feels David forcefully sliding down Simon’s pants, revealing a deep maroon bruise on his ass. David’s hair falls over his face when he adores the beauty beneath him. He smiles, proud of his work.
“Are you about to do what I think you’re about to do?” Simon asks, an exasperated tone in his voice.
“That depends. What do you think I’m gonna do?” David asks tauntingly while unzipping his pants.
Simon scoffs,“You’re gross, I’m not saying tha- NGHHH HOLY FUCK!” Simon’s face goes completely pale when David maniacally pumps into his ass. Balls deep. No mercy. The worst and best pain of Simon’s life, as David hit the spot perfectly. It was like sticking your finger in an outlet but instead of you being electrocuted, the outlet is. Simon is immediately wrecked, heart pounding, limbs weak, gasping for air. Simon didn’t know he was letting it get this far by kissing David back. David sweats and feels Simon up with a hostile grip, pushing his hips and squeezing his skin, quietly panting in pleasure. He can’t help but think that Simon looks really cute in such brutal circumstances. He almost wants to stroke him gently and kiss his collar. Almost. He pounds deep into Simon again, firing up his whole body as Simon practically stretches in two. Weak little Simon is now swallowing his pride, holding in demons, trying not to cum already. He chokes back tears, face heating up. David seductively bites the cigarette burn and Simon cries out.
“You needy bastard!” Simon gasps out, chest heaving. He knows that this will make him angrier, and he decided to say it anyway. Simon’s whole body was rapidly buzzing and he couldn’t tell if it was from pain, pleasure, rage, fear, passion, overstimulation, or anticipation. No matter what, Simon was a human vibrator, which was very convenient for David as one would imagine. As Simon suspected, on the next bang, David puts all his weight into it, feeling lightning in from Simon’s embrace. You couldn’t see it on his face but his body said it all: “Fuck yeah“. Simon is trembling in edging agony. He coughs up blood and David pittyfully kisses his spine before proceeding to choke him. David starts a rhythm with his plunges, each time Simon’s limp body jolting, quivering, and melting under him. Finally, Simon feels David orgasm into his ass and follows along without a choice. David collapses onto Simon, who is unable to move, tears uncontrollably streaming down his face. David had just taken full control of his body. David paralyzed him. Again. David bites Simon’s ass cheeks painfully one last time before getting up and covering it with his jacket. David puts his pants and shoes back on and walks towards the door.
He turns back to say, “I despise you. You gorgeous mother fucker,” and leaves. Simon is a mess, laying on the ground, starstruck by that man, none the less disappointed to see him leave like that.
What the fuck just happened? Simon asks himself.
He left his socks behind-the last thing Simon saw before completely losing consciousness.