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Alina:

We walk to the baseball fields and huddle together inside one of the dugouts. The lights are off, so the stars shine brightly above as we settle in. Bash holds my hand as he puts the blunt in between his lips, sparking the tip with his lighter.

Seeing the detention room again reminds me of my love for the man next to me. All that we can accomplish together when we’re allowed to heal in a safe place. Bash looks so much calmer than before. I laugh at him when he quickly shoves the blunt my way. “ Wow! ” he exclaims, his eyes going wide, a fit of coughing following his small toke. I hit the blunt as I smile through the burn, weed being my go-to to help me self-soothe. “Been a while for me,” he finally manages, watching me the hit the blunt again through his tears. I nod, knowing how true that is. Bash has been trying so hard to get his shit together.

“Do you really want to go back on tour?” I ask him seriously. He sucks on his teeth before answering me, running a hand through the hair falling into his eyes.

“I did. Before you came charging back into my life. But music doesn’t feel the same as it used to. It’s started to feel hollow. Meaningless. It’s not like that when I play for you,” he says as he tucks a piece of my purple hair behind my ear. “I feel that spark again and it makes me want to create. To write songs. Or at least, try to try,” he says with a bitter laugh. “I’ve been so uninspired for so long. I’ve forgotten what creation feels like.”

“You want to play like you used to in detention. Not for the reward, but for the sake of music itself. The feeling you get while playing for fun,” I say softly.

We keep the blunt moving between us.

“And for the way you look at me when I sing for you,” he adds.

“Oh? And what does that look like?” I ask sarcastically as I elbow him in the ribs. He just smiles at his knees.

“Like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. And it makes me feel like, maybe if you can possibly think that of me, then maybe it’s not crazy to think it’s true,” he whispers. He slowly releases a cloud of smoke before hanging his head.

“That’s how you make me feel,” I respond quietly. We smile shyly at each other, working the blunt down. The stars continue to shine above us and glitter in the sky, reminding us how small we are in the grand scheme of things. And that makes Luke seem a helluva lot less scary too. I take a deep breath.

“I’m ready to do this, Bash. I’m ready to kill Luke. I’m ready to fucking live again,” I say with a large inhale. He smirks at me as I lean my body further into his. I watch the smoke float casually around us.

“Welcome back, Lina Girl,” he says as he kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and savor the warmth of his lips against my skin. We finish the blunt, stubbing it out with our Converse before we leave.

Sebastian:

We make our way to my car, getting in quickly. It’s cold, so I turn the heater on while Alina grabs my arm. Goddammit, it never gets old feeling her touch my body.

She is seriously going to be bent over every surface of my house and then some. I’ve started to think about us getting our own place together. Somewhere far away from here. Where we can sleep all day and fuck all night and do whatever the hell we want to in between.

What a goddamn dream.

I just need to take care of this fucker Luke .

I won’t lose any sleep over offing this asshole. He’s honestly one of those idiots that’s such a plague, I doubt the police will care. And once I pay them off to look the other way, because let’s face it, money talks, Alina will be free of this shithole, and we’ll be able to start over for real. Being together without anything else getting in the way. I can’t wait for that day. I’ve missed so much all the years we’ve been apart and thinking of her being subjected to any pain at the hands of that asshole is just plain unacceptable.

It won’t be happening anymore.

Not if I can help it.

The lights to my mom’s side of the house are off and I internally celebrate, not wanting to deal with her veiled manipulation.

I have a surprise for Lina.

I cross in front of the car to help her out. She smiles brightly as she always does when I open the car door for her and hold out my hand. It makes it worth it every time. Something so fucking simple reaping such a fantastic reward.

I’ll take the extra five steps for Lina Girl.

“Where are we going?” she asks as I pull her past my door and through the alcove to the backyard. My mom’s garden lays dormant for the winter and looks barren. It’s usually vibrant and gorgeous, but tonight it reminds me of all we lack. How she never tended to her fucking son and how I wanted to die so many times because of her negligence. I do my best to put it from my mind as I pull Alina along the stone path that winds down towards the property’s pond.

There’s a small dock that I built for sitting when I bought the place. And next to it is a shed I refurbished that came as part of the purchase of the home. It had reminded me of the one my father made me sleep in. I vowed to fix it up when I paid cash for the entire property. I dreamed while doing so that someday I’d be able to take Alina here and show her how hard I had worked on it. How I had decorated it with her in mind. That I was begging for a chance to redeem myself for making her sleep on that cold, dirt floor all those years ago.

I’m a little nervous to do all this now that it’s actually happening though.

The shed has a small porch where I placed two chairs. One for me and one for Alina. She looks at them and then eyes me suspiciously, not understanding I’ve only ever planned on bringing her here. I don’t even allow my mom in this space. It’s personal to me and was something I needed to do as a project to heal from the past. I didn’t need her tarnishing it or becoming aware of why I was doing what I was doing with it.

I unlock the door and open it for Alina, stepping to the side and allowing her access to the interior. She walks in cautiously. It’s small. Nothing crazy. But there’s a plush bed with tons of pillows and throw blankets, with extras in a closet nearby. There’s a little loveseat by the bay windows that overlook the porch by the door. Besides a dresser on the far wall beneath a tiny tv, that’s it.

But it’s everything I wish I could’ve given her that night.

The wall above the bed is filled with posters of her favorite bands. Yellowcard, Good Charlotte, Green Day and My Chemical Romance. They’re framed; a little less messy than how she used to hang them on her wall in high school. But they still look sick over a black bedspread sporting Chinese dragons in white. There’s a fluffy white rug beneath the queen bed and a disco ball hung up in the center of the ceiling casting light over it all. And the floor isn’t dirt . It’s wooden, multi-colored gray, with a heating system beneath it. It’s everything eighteen-year-old Alina deserved, but I wasn’t able to offer.

Plus, a guitar or two of mine hung in the corner next to the built-in stereo, complete with surround sound. “There’s an outhouse behind the back, but it doesn’t flush,” I warn her. She giggles.

“Bash… this place is gorgeous,” she says in awe. She turns around in circles, her eyes sweeping every inch. Her lips smile wider each time she sees something new.

“ Really? ” I ask her, my fear of falling on my face slowly dissolving. I can tell she truly likes it. I’m just scared as shit. This means so much to me to be able to give to her...

“I love it!” she ensures me. I smirk at her, feeling like I can breathe again.

“Good,” I say as I pull her into my chest. “Because it was designed to be yours .”

Alina:

I’m stunned by his confession. But I can’t deny that it’s absolutely perfect and gorgeous in every way. He did make this place for me, but it’s more than just that. It’s a place for us . For the kids we used to be. The ones who had no idea how the world was going to rip us apart.

“It’s us,” I whisper and Bash nods, sighing.

“I knew you’d just… get it,” he says quietly as I turn to him with a wide smile.

“I do, Bash Cox ,” I say emphasizing his name, making him laugh out loud.

“Playing with me, are you, Timber?” he asks coyly. I look around me, spinning in place.

“When in Rome!” I squeal.

He pounces on me.

Sebastian:

This fucking woman.

I need to stick my dick in her every fucking chance I get.

My fingers keep finding their way back inside her pussy and every time, she parts for me so easily, her slick folds just waiting for my intrusion. She’s begging for all of me and I’m ready to fuck the shit out of her. Dammit, I wish her fucking lip was healed so I could kiss her like I’m craving.

I won’t hurt her though. There’s plenty of time for kissing after she’s recuperated.

“Bend the fuck over,” I demand as she does so over the edge of the bed, kicking off her shoes. I pull her sweats down and off of her completely, spreading her ass cheeks for myself, savoring the flexibility of her body as I pry her apart. Her little asshole is so fucking ripe for the taking tonight and I find myself licking her again, teasing her hole with my tongue, spearing it at the opening. She sighs below me, fisting the blankets. I spit on her hole, gently rubbing at it, allowing it to be something easy and beautiful, something I can take my time with. I can feel her relax below me, picking up on my mood as she begins to circle her clit with lazy fingers.

I watch her for a moment, how gently she strokes her glistening skin, swirling her cum over her cunt sexily. Unrushed and with so much care. I love it. It reminds me of how her fingers feel on my body. A zing rips its way through my balls thinking of her affection. “I wanna play with your asshole again, baby,” I say. She whimpers below me, her body shaking endlessly in its need for attention.

“Tell me how,” she manages, and I smile as her pussy throbs with her lust. I reach out to pet her slowly. She presses her ass and cunt up towards me, demanding more touch with her rising hips.

“Remember all those years ago when you wanted one of those cute anal plugs with the purple heart on the end?” I ask her quietly and she swings her head towards me as she meets my eyes.

“You got me one?!” she screams. I answer by walking to a nightstand by the bed and opening the drawer. I grab the plug and a bottle of lube, holding them for her to see in my hands. “Yes. Yes, absolutely yes , Bash!!” she shouts. I can’t help but smile wickedly.

“Let’s play, Lina Girl,” I say with a grin.

Alina:

He remembered.

It was something we had talked about once, off-hand. Not a conversation that meant anything, or so I had thought. But it apparently meant something to him, because he remembered it and now sitting pretty on his palm is the cutest sex toy I’ve ever seen.

The metal is a silver gray surrounding a crystallized purple heart at the end. “This is the smallest one,” he says as he tries to hand it to me. I scoff, shaking my head no.

“The smallest one?” I ask with a cocked brow. He smirks at my attitude.

“I didn’t want to assume,” he says coyly as he walks back to the nightstand and replaces it, picking up another one that’s bigger with more girth. I accept it as he hands it to me, nodding my head yes this time. Before he can do anything, I dip it into my pussy, making him watch me as I pump it into myself. I pull it out before licking it up one side. Bash walks forward and joins me, cleaning the other with his filthy tongue. “Dirty girl,” he muses as we smile proudly at each other.

He rips it from my hand and inserts it into my cunt again.

I lie back on the bed, spreading my knees for him, kneading my breasts while he teases me. He grabs my legs and forces them together, off to the side in the air as he runs the anal plug over my pussy. It feels so good as it massages me, hitting every pleasure zone my cunt has to offer on the outside of my lips. Bash was always good at loving on every part of me, not just my clit or G-spot. He gets off to stroking and playing with me too. Tugging at my nipples and circling my asshole. Nipping at my earlobes and gripping my love handles with aggressive fingers.

I’m his to use and I love it more than anything.

“Get on your stomach,” he demands gruffly. He flips me over before I have a chance to comply as he rips my ass towards him. He pushes my right leg up and bares my asshole to his greedy eyes by pushing my cheek to the side where my leg rests. His fingers begin to tease me again, the work being made short from our session earlier in the old detention room. He presses onto my asshole casually, causing me to moan. He leaves my body, fiddling with something behind me. Liquid meets my ass next as Bash pours lube over my hole and down my crack. It warms as it coats me completely and drips along my pussy, meeting my inner thighs last. His fingers find their way back to my opening, circling me again. I arch my chest off the mattress on a silent scream as he drives them into my ass, focused in his pursuit of penetration.

“That’s it, Lina Girl. Take my fucking fingers, baby,” he urges me as I scramble beneath him. My own fingers dig into the bedding as my hips wriggle around, the pleasure something I’m not sure I can handle. I’m used to pain in my profession.

I feel his tongue swipe at my clit as the blend of sensations turn euphoric. “ Bash! ” I yell as he laughs from somewhere behind me.

“Yes, baby?” he answers me innocently. The cool metal of the plug rests against my asshole. He twirls it around, pressing it into me gently, but not fully penetrating me yet.

“Please!” I yell, wanting him to make me feel everything, anything. As long as it’s by his hands, then I want it.

I want it all .

“Please, what? What do you want, Lina Girl?” His voice is dark and dangerous. He thrusts the plug against my opening more firmly, slipping a finger into my pussy with his opposite hand and digging deeply inside of me as I squirm.

“Fucking fill my asshole, Sebastian! Fuck me, now!!” I scream. The pressure of the plug increases as he shoves it forward into me. His tongue sweeps over my clit. The sudden fullness in my ass mixed with his licking makes me explode in pleasure. I’m shouting at the top of my lungs as he flips me back over onto my back, the plug buried deep within me. He devours me, eating me out, shoving his fingers into my cunt and moving the plug with the thumb of his other hand. I’m so full, stretched by him and the toy. It’s overwhelming my senses, too many things happening at once to keep track of it all. I can only surrender to him and his body above me.

And then he bites me. He bites my clit, making an orgasm rip through me angrily. I scream to the shed, and it echoes around us, falling over us as I come undone.

Sebastian:

Goddammit, making her bust is my favorite fucking activity, past time, and reason for being. And now I want her to put on a show for me.

I let her lie on the bed in a heap, crumpled and recovering from her orgasm.

But we’re not fucking done.

Not by a long shot.

I walk over to the stereo and turn it on, shuffling through the playlist I’m on and smile when I find the perfect song. The drums of blink-182’s drummer Travis Barker echo out around us as Feeling This begins to take over the speakers. Alina stirs from the bed. I walk back over to her and aggressively pull her towards me by her hips. She’s breathing heavily and has a light sheen of sweat over her beautiful features.

She’s absolutely fucking hot as hell.

And all fucking mine .

“Get up, Lina Girl,” I say with authority, causing her to remove her arm from her eyes. She does her best to pick her body up as I help her for selfish reasons, stripping her of the rest of her clothing so she’s naked for me. Nothing but that little purple plug in her perfect asshole, glittering mischievously. I stand her up, but she sways, her legs still trembling from her previous orgasm. I’m not in a patient mood. “Bend over,” I growl. She turns her back to me, dropping her chest slowly over her knees, her ass spreading and the purple heart peeking out from between her cheeks, fully on display. I move it around, ripping a squeal from her. I press it with more force, and she whimpers harder, her chest heaving as her body trembles. I swipe at her clit, and she jumps forward, moaning so slutty for me as I anchor her by the hips. I slap her ass cheek against the plug before standing her back up.

My little rag doll .

The sentiment has me thinking of us back in high school…

I walk to the door, throwing it open. Grabbing a chair from the porch that I set inside. I lock the door for show, trying to intimidate her just a bit. I take a seat in the chair and look at her expectantly.

She arches her brow at me in challenge. My dick jumps at that hardened look in her eyes. I grin to myself as she turns her back on me.

The stereo speakers blast around us. She hums along with the song before approaching the bedside table and rifling through the drawer. She says nothing, only re-cocks her brow as she looks back at me. Her hand closes around something, a smile growing on her face.

She lifts a larger dildo from the drawer. Staring straight into my eyes, her sinful tongue leaves her mouth to lick the silicon cock.

Alina:

It’s so fucking pretty!!

I repressed a wild scream of delight when I saw the dildo. It’s clear silicon with small splashes of color littered throughout it, resembling sprinkles or Funfetti cake. Bash took the sex drawer of my dreams and made it come to life before me. He dropped some cash too. This shit ain’t cheap.

I shove it farther in my mouth as I walk over to him, swiveling my hips a little extra, allowing the plug to rub up inside of me. My breathing hitches, my arousal thick as hell. Bash seems to be eating it up, fully aware of everything I’m experiencing as he eye-fucks the shit out of me. He’s enjoying watching my heightened arousal, not trying to take it from me to edge his own further as my clients do. He’s allowing me to exist in it, to bask in it and mostly, he’s allowing it to be fully mine, if I want that.

And right now, I do.

I want to be the object of his attention. I want to be the one making his dick leak onto his stomach. I want to be the cocky, confident seductress sucking a plastic dick for his viewing pleasure. It feels good to be wanted exactly as I want to be seen. There’s no stress or competition between us.

His chair sits before the rug at the end of the bed. A small expanse of exposed wood occupies the space between Bash and where I stand on the shaggy fur. I look to him, look to the wood, then throw the dildo down with a wicked slap. His eyes widen as they fill with arousal, the slap echoing throughout the small shed. The confetti cock bobs back and forth between us. Bash’s eyes move with it for a few seconds before he returns them back to me.

I smirk.

His fingers grip the armrests of his seat with unused adrenaline. The song blares as it begins to go off for the big finish throughout the shed.

“Are you watching?” I ask him innocently. He snarls in response at me.

“Sit that fucking pretty pussy on your new dick, Lina Girl,” he growls as he leans forward, watching me collapse to my knees. I prowl around the dildo until I have my back to him. I’m slick enough to sit on it already, but I want to make Bash watch me.

It’s my favorite fucking thing.

He scoots the chair back for a better view. He’s practically drooling as I bend down before him, flashing him the purple heart inside my asshole. I descend over the dildo, pretending it’s his dick in my mind, allowing it to enter my throat. “Holy fuck, Lina Girl,” he says quietly as he runs his hands over my hips, his nails slightly digging into my skin in desperation. “Jesus, fuck. Please sit on it, baby.” I shake my head no as I continue to administer attention to the tip of the dildo, peeking behind me every few seconds. He growls in annoyance, watching me diligently as I continue to suck the silicon cock, my cheeks hollowing.

He begins to grab at his own shaft, sighing in annoyance at the barrier his clothes are making to his dick. Bash jumps up with a growl, stripping himself of his outfit. Naked in the chair before me, his fingers circle his cock and squeeze as his eyes rest on the plug in my ass.

God, I fucking love his dick.

His hand grips the velvet of his skin as he impatiently waits for me to obey his order. He smirks as he pumps himself and increases the speed for a few moments, making slapping noises as he aggressively takes his arousal out on himself. “ Sit on that fucking dick and fuck yourself , Lina Girl,” he commands, his voice low but powerful. His eyes are dark and leave no room for argument.

So, I finally do.

I sink to the silicon balls as he bares his teeth at me. My feet are flat on the ground, legs spread wide as I use his knees as my leverage, pulling myself up with them as I pump my cunt over the dildo. Bash goes wild, feral, while watching my pussy work the dick on the ground. He growls and jacks himself off even faster. His breathing is uneven, and his forehead is starting to sweat. His naked body is thrashing about the seat as I fuck the dildo with increased speed. He finally rips his hand from his cock and thrusts himself into my mouth, leaving the chair behind him to skid towards the front door from the force of him kicking it backwards. I grab at his ass cheeks and sink my claws into him as he pushes his dick down my throat; deep, deep, deeper. I increase the force of my nails, making him yell out to the shed, his cries mixing with the music playing around us.

The song shifts and Here’s Your Letter blares from the speakers as Mark Hoppus’ voice fills the room. The nostalgia of the song and shed have me grinning around Bash’s cock.

“I fucking love the way you suck my dick, baby!” Bash shouts and I look at him, love and adoration present in my eyes. He pets my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, my jaw. I begin to cry as he continues to brush the pads of his fingers lovingly across every inch of my face. It feels so good. I feel so fucking cherished. I needed Bash for so long. None of the people I fuck for cash ever make me feel this safe or adored. They take. Bash gives.

And now, I finally get to rectify the shit storm that is my life by choosing to be with him.

The fallen rock god of my past.

Sucking Bash off after Luke fucked me up is like night and day, proving that he’s everything Luke isn’t. I won’t allow myself to slum it anymore. I only want Bash’s body inside my holes from now on.

He holds my scalp firmly as I swallow his dick, running my tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the taste of pre-cum at the back of my throat. Knowing that it’s actually Bash . I pull him from my mouth and stand up, releasing myself from sheathing the dildo in my pussy. Peeling it off the floor, I hand it to him. He puts it in his mouth without hesitation, my fingers gripping his actual shaft and pumping him, watching the dildo becoming cleaner and cleaner as he licks it free of my essence.

He throws it to the floor, where it bounces a few times before settling near the wall. “Give me your ass,” he growls as he sits back into the chair he’s grabbed again and throws me over his lap. He begins to slap at my cheeks, the added plug heightening the pleasure mixed with the sting of his spankings. He presses into the toy, and I squirm with a squeal. I grab at the chair leg, his own leg, trying to find something to ground me as the pleasure erupts into oblivion. “Fuck, Alina!! You’re my goddamn little slut. My little, fucking plaything,” he mutters through his teeth as he unleashes his smacks against my ass. The burn spreads. I’m digging my nails into his calf as he cries out, sharing the pain he’s dishing out to me. “You just love to play,” he says, slapping my pussy next. My limbs shoot out as a surprised squeak leaves my mouth. “You like that, Lina Girl?” he demands to know as I nod my head yes, struggling to form coherent words. My fingers find their way to my clit as he smacks my pussy lips again. I moan, massaging myself, my wetness warm and inviting as he smacks me endlessly over my exposed ass and cunt. He digs his fingers into the depths of my pussy as I open my mouth on a helpless, silent scream, my body stiffening in his lap. He smirks and laughs at the expression on my face. “Get on my fucking dick. Now, you gorgeous, fucking thing,” he barks as he lifts me up and helps me to climb into his lap.

Every limb I own is shaking.

I feel the same way about Bash as I did from the first day I met him. I fucking love this man and the boy I met all those years ago in detention.

My knees bend as I straddle his hips. He inserts himself into me and bucks his dick up into my cunt immediately and without warning. “Jesus, fuck!!” he roars as he pulls my face to his. “Kiss me,” he commands, and I forget the swollen lip I have as I kiss him deeply, opening my mouth for him and accepting his tongue. He showers me with his aggressive love, and I’m once again overwhelmed. He doesn’t stop and I’m glad for it. I wouldn’t be able to accept it if he’d made me ask for it. He gives it all without expecting me to reciprocate, though I do and love doing so. He loves me as I am and never wants anything but authenticity from me. That’s how we’ve always been with each other. We were the one safe place we each had. The home outside ourselves we’d always been searching for. The soul mate that willingly gave us love and a listening ear.

I cover him in me.

My love, my sweat, my tears, my cum.

He’s fucking mine and I’m melting into him, onto him, all over his lap.

I’m sobbing, so he holds me closer, whispering how much he loves me into my ear, how perfect I am for him, how he will never take me for granted. That I’m safe and won’t ever have anyone but him inside of my perfect pussy again.

I believe every single word. I ride the fuck out of him to show him I’m listening.

He holds me fiercely, bucking into me faster. I know he’s close. He’s breathing heavily and we’re both soaking wet, sliding all over the chair.

Sebastian:

Alina grabs my face with one of her hands and squeezes it, pulling it to her own. She doesn’t let go as she looks me deeply in the eyes and commands me to come for her. “Fill my fucking pussy with your fucking cum, Bash!” she yells at me. I pump myself into her cunt harder as she bounces before me, holding my cheeks in her hand as I finally nut inside her. I open my mouth, which is still slightly restricted in her fingers, and allow my orgasm to rip through my body in the form of a shout that shakes the walls of the shed. She smiles wickedly as she lets go and convulses over my cock for the last time, her body going limp over mine when we’re both finally done. I stay sitting inside of her, feeling her heartbeat for minutes afterwards and even when I pull myself from her cunt, she doesn’t move. We bask in our closeness, holding each other to our chests. Our hearts rage together and finally lull the other into submission as we come down from our combined sexual high. I kiss her nose and carry her to the bed, opening the closet next to it. I grab a robe for her and myself, then walk her to the outhouse behind the shed so she can pee.

I suddenly flash back to her peeing, crouched with her pants around her legs in my old backyard by that fucking wreck of a shed.

I fucking hate that memory.

I force it from my mind as best as I can while I carry her back inside.

Her eyes leak happy tears on my chest as she quickly dozes off. I play with her hair until I fall asleep seconds later.

We both forget about the plug in her ass.