Nothing and Laine

These characters are from Poppy Z Brite's book Lost Souls. This scene takes place after the part in the book where Laine gives Nothing a blowjob.
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Laine looked up at him, probably craving approval, his eyes shinning with adoration. The orgasm and pot still clouding his brain, he kissed Laine lazily. Nothing could taste himself on Laine's breath. "You do give great head," he breathed hugging Laine close. He felt he should return the favor for once. Unbuckling Laine's pants, he quickly found out Laine was eager for his attention. He wrapped his hand around his dick and could feel Laine's heartbeat as it grew harder, which caused Nothing's own pulse to quicken, momentarily only able to imagine things gorey and perverse. He thumbed the silky precum across the tip. Laine moaned a little and took it as an oppurtunity to squirm out of his pants. Nothing lowered his mouth and licked the drops of precum as they leaked out. Salty and much like his tears, Nothing rather liked the taste. He then began to suck him gently, maybe a little too gently because Laine's black-nailpolised fingers were in his hair, encouraging him to move faster. He was trying to hold himself back from biting down and severing a vein there. He could almost feel the blood spatter on his face. He could tell that Laine was close, but he also knew that Laine wouldn't protest what he had in mind. Nothing sat up and Laine whined, hoping that he wasn't quitting. To try to persuade him to continue, Laine straddled Nothing, licking the beads of sweat from his smooth chest, and giving a flirty glance with his blue eyes that showed Nothing more than just desire. Without warning he forced himself into Laine. Laine gasped sharply. He placed his hands on Laine's legs and felt that he was shaking as he sit still for a second, his palms on Nothing's chest pressing firmly. As Nothing moved his hips up Laine closed his eyes tightly and whimpered. "Oh fuck...Nothing it hurts." Nothing realized that he probably hadn't done this before, and was only slightly surprised. He knew Laine was the biggest blowjob slut around and that he had fucked his girlfriend before, but now had a growing appreciation that he was the first one to fuck his friend, and though he wouldn't freely admit it, this was his first time fucking anybody. He couldn't help but bury himself as deeply as possible in Laine, he was so hot and tight and just indescribeable. As he fucked Laine hard, he never knew it could be like this, these feelings of animal need. Laine was letting out small whimpers and clawing Nothing's chest. In the background Robert Smith was reminding him that 'boys don't cry', somehow part of Nothing's brain managed to catch this and it amused him. Just when he thought he couldn't hold back his bloodlust, Nothing came. Willing and somehow getting Laine to rake his nails across his chest, drawing blood, while at the same time helping Laine finish with his hand. By the time the pleasure had blown over, Nothing realized that Laine was blinking back tears, he turned away trying to hide it. "Oh shit, did I hurt you?" He suddenly reached out to place a tender caress on his friends chest. He leaned up to Laine and kissed him softly. Then Laine pushed his tongue in Nothing's mouth and he knew it would be ok. Laine then licked the swirls of blood and cum from Nothing's chest. His tongue snaked around each nipple and then back into Nothing's mouth, it drove him crazy to taste the elegant mix of Laine and his own blood. He couldn't contain the animal noise that rose from his throat and into Laine's mouth. He had to control himself. He stopped kissing back and rolled Laine off of him. They lie there side by side in silence, the tape had ended. Laine grabbed his hand, Nothing gave him a reassuring squeeze. Somewhere deep down he knew Laine loved him, but Nothing couldn't pretend to feel anything more for his friend. Anyway, in the morning he would be leaving, for good. All of the memories of lazy summer evenings and Laine's willing mouth claiming him time and time again, he decided they would actually be missed. Too many thoughts took them both and they fell asleep before either of them knew it.