Straight A's | Trouble in Paradise E4 (Patreon)

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The tension was thick like hard butter, or whatever the expression is. I don't think we've ever fooled around without at least one of us finishing. Joe was clearly moody about it, walking home ahead of me without looking back. 

Ouch. He walks in without holding the door open for me. 

“Alright?” I open the door with annoyance and kick off my shoes. Joe turns around and glares at my feet. 

“How many times have I told you to put your shoes on the shoe rack?” 

“Fine,” I say shortly, and throw them on the rack with a clack. I have a tendency to be a little rough with my things when I'm peeved. 

“And your socks,” he says, pointing at the laundry hamper that has some spillover. 

“I was going to put them directly in the machine.” 

“Then do that,” Joe snaps back. He picks up my socks and shoves them in the pile of laundry. “We don't have to live like pigs.” 

“What's your problem, dude? I said I’ll do it.” The words come spilling out of me, bubbling out of my chest with more emotion that I want.

“You say you'll do a lot of things.” Joe takes the hamper and drags it towards the machine. 

“I said I'll do it!” I grab the other edge of the hamper and rip it out of his hands. All the laundry comes tumbling out. 

“Great,” he says sarcastically. “Like living with a kid.” He bends down to clean up. 

“Hey!” I say loud enough that it makes Joe pause for a second. “If I'm not welcomed here anymore, I'll leave.” 

“Maybe you –” Joe stops mid-sentence and then stands up. I dare him with my glare to finish the sentence.

Fuck. The anger washes away when I see the tears well up in his eyes. The slight tremble in his lips shakes my heart, and I stand there powerless as he turns and runs to his room. 

Our room. 

I try to form his name but my throat feels too tight. The door slams down the hall, and I take the moment of silence that follows to take a deep breath. 

What the fuck? 

Yeah, fuck him. I'll leave if he wants me to. 

No. This is your fault, Troy. 

He doesn't want you here anymore. Get out. Get out now.

You can't satisfy him. 

Fix it. You can fix this. 

I shake off my conflicting thoughts and walk towards the bedroom. We can’t leave it like this.

I open the bedroom door, and see that he's already curled up in bed. Joe always takes off his clothes before laying down. He says that outside clothes are for the outside. I slip off my clothes too, and crawl into bed with him. 

“Joe,” I say as I spoon him. I see him looking back at me quickly to see I'm wearing outside clothes. “Don't worry, I remember the rule.” 

“Mm,” he responds shortly. But his body says the opposite. Instead of pulling away, he moves closer into my embrace. 

“Why didn't you say anything when we first started,” I pause while I search for the right word, “when we first started doing our thing. About the clothes on the bed, I mean.” I remember sitting on his bed multiple times with my gym stuff. 

“It was different then,” Joe replies. 

It really was different.

“I'm sorry, Joe. About the shoes and the socks.” I kiss the back of his neck.

He didn't say anything, so I continued talking. 

“Come here.” I rotate his hips so that he's turned towards me. “What's wrong?” He looks up at me and I kiss him. It immediately makes me feel a lot better that he doesn't hate my guts. “Talk to me.”

He looks into my eyes for a long second, and then answers my question with his own question.

“Why don't you want to fuck me hard anymore?” 

The question made my blood go cold. How do I even answer that? I shift to a sitting position on the bed, and I pull Joe along with me until he's straddling me. 

“Joe, you know I'm so turned on by you.” I know I'm not answering the question, but I don't know what the real answer is. 

“I know.” It's like he suddenly is caught up with looking at my face again. I hold him by the hips as he combs through my hair gently. “I can feel it.” He giggles and I hump up with my boner softly in confirmation. “But I miss how it was before. You know, with the name calling.” 

“It just…doesn't feel right anymore.” 

“To call me a beta or a loser?” He strokes my left ear. “But I like it.” 

“I know. It's just…” I pause to look down at his underwear. “Are you wearing this for me?” It's my favourite pair of tightie whities. 

“Who else would I be wearing it for?” Joe smiles for the first time in an hour and it gives me immense relief. The feeling slowly gets replaced with pleasure as he grinds on my shaft while stroking my ear. The energy is getting a little electric despite the serious conversation.

I mean, neither of us got off earlier…

“I want to be inside you.” I pull him down for a little kiss, pulling his tight underwear to the side. The ripping of the stitches is so satisfying to my ears.

“Then, do it,” he says. He reaches back and pulls my cock out of my boxers. 

“Oh…” I moan into his mouth as he rubs my tip over his entrance, slathering precum over it. 

“AhHH…” He bites my bottom lip, and I enter him smoothly. “AhHh…” I feel him smile against my mouth. 

“Is that good?” I'm in bliss to be inside him again. I can feel how much he wants me too. 

“You can treat me as rough as you want, Troy.” He grinds onto my pubes. His hands travel along my chest, giving me tingles wherever they go. 

“I just want… fuck…to…protect you.” The truth starts spilling out of me. 

“Protect me? From?” He has a wet spot forming on his white underwear, and I rub the front of his groin. So hard. 

“I don't know… from everything.” I hump upwards, getting my full length in him every time. He literally feels like heaven. “I don't know if I can be that rough with you ever again.” 

“I need it, Troy,” Joe moans at my impacts. 

“I know.” 

So what do we do? 

“Maybe we could just pretend to be in the beginning again. You know, when… nevermind.” 

“When what?” 

“When… Ben was still bothering us.” He looks into my eyes shyly, as if I’m not balls deep inside him.

Ben? Why are we talking about that fucker? He was the bane of my existence for months. 

“Troy…” Joe suddenly moans and I realize I'm gripping on to his asscheeks really tightly. 

“What about him?” I say with a slight growl. 

“Troy…you're so hard,” he groans as he rides my cock. “Oh…oh…oh…” He rides me like I’m his toy.

“Hey!” I grab onto the back of his neck to pull him in so he'll focus. “What about the asshat?” 

“Mmm…” Joe whimpers and I see true submission in his eyes. “It's just… oh fuck…Troy…” His eyes roll back and he moans again. 

I don't know if I'm harder but my shaft is definitely burning. 

“Tell me.” His squirming is turning me on and I suck roughly on his neck. 

“It's just that… you … fucked me…better … when he was there…” His fingernails claw on my shoulder and I thrust up harshly. 

Those are not the words I wanted to hear.

But it's working.

He's getting off.

And I'm getting off too. 

“You want him to fuck you instead of me?” 

“Oh god! No! I want…”

“You want me to fuck you like he's watching,” I growl while shoving myself deep inside him. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Beta slut!” 

“Ohh…ohHHh…OHh…” The way his tiny frame is shaking, all the while skewered on me is turning me on badly. 

“Or maybe you want him to fuck you after I'm done with you? I'll make sure your hole is so loose that you won't even feel him.” I grab onto his hips firmly so I can pump up and shove him down at the same time. 

“UH!”

“You want that, don't you, you beta slut?”

“UHH!” His hips work in tandem to ride me. 

Up

“UHH!!” 

Down

Up

“UHHH!”

Down

“You dirty loser!” I stop worrying about when to cum and drill up into his loosened hole

Up 

Down 

Up 

Down 

“Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god…” Joe moans nonsensically. 

Up 

Down 

Up 

“Your hole is going to be useless after I'm done with you.” I shove myself in him.

Down 

“I'm cumming. Oh my god, I'm cumming!!”

“MMM!” I thrust strongly upwards. 

“AHHHhhhHh!” The wet spot in the front of his underwear expands quickly. 

“MMM!” I thrust upwards again! 

And again! 

And again! 

“FUCK!” I blow inside him, pushing his hips down so I can shoot my seed into his guts. 

My!

Beta! 

“OhhHh!” Cum leaks out of the fabric of his tightie-whities and drips on my abs. 

“Take my fucking load, beta!” I grunt. I crunch my toes and flex my hips as I attempt to be as deep in him as possible. I release a huge load into him, fueled by my desire to mark him as mine.

My beta.

“Oh my… oh my god.” Joe breaks into a laugh and leans onto my sweaty body as support. 

I'm happy he's happy. 

I'm really happy that we came together. 

But is Ben going to have to be a part of it from now on? 

“Thank you,” Joe whispers into my neck and gives me a little nibble. 

I love making him happy.