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Title: Churches and Unintended Hurt
Author name: Suicide Party
Rating: R
Summary: Johnny and Pony pass the time, and Pony knows it.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by S. E. Hinton. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Churches and Unintended Hurt
There was always dust.
The day went by, he knew, blurred together, undistinguishable. The dust was always there. His hair was short now, and blonde. No longer what he used to like most about himself. Now just another tool to help them hide.
The hands weaving through his hair were no longer strong in their grip. They had grown weary, tired like the boy panting above him.
He looked up into those dark, wet eyes through the curtain of dark hair, wet from perspiration, and took in the unfocused nature, how far off they seemed to look, though he was staring at the nearest pew, which was only feet away.
He knew that this wasn’t anything emotional. This was something to pass the time. He knew it, even as they ground together, trying to get closer to one another if for no other reason than to just know they weren’t alone in this.
He knew it when he had been kissed, tenderly, as though one sudden move would break him. He knew it when he was prepared - so carefully, and, even though he only had spit and pre-come to use as a lubricant, so gently that he had been almost…comfortable.
He knew it when the boy above him eased his way inside that most deep of places. So deep that it was almost scary. He knew it when that spare hand wrapped around his cock and started to jerk and twist in time with the slow, but quickly increasing in speed, thrusts inside him.
He knew it was just something to do. Something to keep their minds off of the haze of time they spent in this place.
He knew.
So why did it hurt so much to hear that name on the lips of his new lover when he finally felt the hot gush of liquid inside of him?
That breathy exhalation.
It hurt him more than anything else possibly could have.
That name.
“Dallas.”
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