Bonus Chapter |1| R rated

A/N: as the header says, this chapter is rated R. If you're not into gay sex/smut then please do not read. I know underaged will read this so I won't bother saying do not but keep any stupid comments to yourself.

*guzzles down water*

Let's do this.

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Elijah Garcia

After struggling with the stupid key hole for what seemed like hours, Sammy and I eventually stumbled into our apartment. We weren't drunk but with the way we were laughing, anyone would think we are. Sammy found the light switch and switched on the light falling on top the sofa.

"I can't believe Rosalyn actually did that."

I fell on the chair next to him. "When I tell you she's crazy next time, don't doubt me."

We just had a night out with a few friends we've made since our three months in college. One of them, Paul, got mad because we were making fun of his relationship. He was dating a girl called Rosalyn and she had him on a tight leash with no breathing space. She'd call every twenty minutes to know what he's doing and not let him go out without her permission. Its a fucked up relationship, I know.

We were making fun of him, telling him about how he's afraid of his girlfriend and he denied it. To prove us wrong, he decided to hit on another girl despite Sammy's advice and of all the girls he had to pick, he picked Rosalyn, in disguise with a red wig. He didn't even know it was her until she emptied a glass of wine on his face and pulled the wig off. We watched him leave begging after her before we finally laughed.

"If he doesn't call that creepy relationship off, then I'd know she has some kind of witchy spell over him." I say reaching for the TV remote.

Sammy slanted his head to me. "I could be love." I turned to him, seeing his beautiful blue eyes and all thoughts of How to get away with murder flew south.

I dropped down the remote and turned to him, "then their love is way different than ours."

"How so?" Sammy asks with a half amused face as he mirrored my position. "You won't get mad at me and spill drinks if I hit on another guy?"

"I will but I'll spill the drinks on their faces. Wouldn't want to risk you getting blind."

He laughs, "of course." Then he leans in closer. "That day won't come, I'll rather hit on you than any other. You've got the hottest ass."

I smirk at the double meaning and Sammy closes the distance between us with his lips. Our lips move against each other, reveling in our taste and feel. Sammy grants my tongue entrance and I deepen the kiss, leaning down into the sofa and taking him with me. He bites down on my lip, hard enough to make my dick jolt up in excitement as I grind up to him.

He moans into my mouth and my hand fist his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. We continue kissing passionately and my hips keeps thrusting up to grind at him. My free hands that's not in his hair starts unbuttoning his shirt as fast as I can eager to feel his naked body with my hands. Sammy's hand runs up my thigh and brushes over my hardon, causing a pleading moan to escape my lips. As soon as I undo the last button of his shirt, my hands don't stop going lower until I force my fingers down his jeans. My fingers graze Sammy's shaft and I moan in content, already salivating but then Sammy cuts my moment short by jumping off him.

I look at him with wide pleading eyes but he just smirks down at me, turning to the television. He switches it off and starts walking away to the bedrooms. "Lock up Elijah."

I wanted to yell out in frustration but I knew the best things comes to those who wait. I lock up our apartment, flicking off the lights and going into our shared bedroom. Its actually Sammy's but I sleep here everyday and every time. Even my clothes are here, I just have another bedroom in case the 'parents' come visiting. Although I don't think they buy it. Everybody knows we're a couple.

As soon as I close the door behind me, Sammy's body slams against mine pushing me to the wall. The excitement returns and the way he's pressing into me is driving me crazy.

"What took you so long?" He groans lowly, trailing kisses along my neck. I pull his head up to look at me, our love and lust filled eyes meeting. Sammy's eyes is enough to drive me off the edge, and its taking every will power to keep me sane.

I cup his face, "I'm here now." And we connect in another fiery kiss. I shrug Sammy's already opened shirt off him and my hands touch, pleasure and kiss every fibre and hard muscle. I pause from my attack on his nipple as he pulls my shirt off, throwing it out. I return to it and I'm vaguely aware of his hands fumbling with my pants button, he eventually gets it undone and I help him, remove it off too.

Our meet again once more as he hand pulls my boxers down and grabs hold of my raging hard on. I'm the first to break eye contact as I shut my eyes, my eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. I feel his lips on mine and I open up to him, letting him kiss me as he hands continue the to and fro, up and down motion on my dick. The room is filled with my moans, Sammy and I heaving breaths and the sound of his hands on me, my tip producing a natural lubricant for him.

My knees buckle and I bury my head on Sammy's shoulder to stop myself from crying out loud in passion. While I still have a little control over my legs, I move Sammy and I to the bed, lowering us down on it.

He let's go of me to pull himself up and I use the opportunity to pull his pants down. Apparently he'd already gotten rid of the belt. My eyes zoom in on the hard shaft pointing upwards and I gulp in anticipation. I look at Sammy and his eyes gives everything I wanted to hear. Pinning his hands above him, I kiss him and reluctantly leave his delicious lips, going down to his neck, chest, abdomen. Sammy's breath hitches at every stage and when I finally go down on his dick, he gasps out and thrusts up, moaning out my name.

"Uh Elijah..." He turns his head to a side, his eyes closing shut. With his hands still under my grip, he can't move too much and I get his dick all to myself.

I go down all the way on him and eventually go back up, letting him pop out of my mouth. I lick my lips and go down on him again, he moans my name again. When I swipe my tongue over the top, he jerks.

"Fuck Elijah..."

I smirk. I love him. I love that he moans out my name like that. I love that he has absolutely no control of how his body reacts to me and my touches. "Not yet Sammy."

And I leave his hands, holding unto his waist as I take him into my mouth. Sammy thrusts but I hold his waist down, determined to suck the cum out of him. He starts moaning and -trying- to thrash. His fingers sink into my hair, keeping me down as I slurp on his dick.

"Ah... Uhhh... Elijah..." Gasp. "Fuck! Gah... Elijah."

He pulls me off him and I stare longingly at his still dick, before moving my face to his. His eyes are glazed over, just like the first time I blew him and every other time since then. "Fuck me."

"You will in a--- what?" I look at him confused.

He nods. "Yes, Fuck me Elijah."

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... To be continued

(Clears throat)

So... how did I do? My first smut *cries like a baby*. Do tell me your thoughts. I'd love to hear them.

I wasn't going to write smut but then I read Lara Verne books aka Shadietree and I loved them. It inspired me.

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