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“Huey, please!” Riley pounded his whole body against the closet door over and over, his voice getting hoarse from all his yelling. “This ain’t funny no mo, please, c’mon! I gotta pee!”
“Why should I even give a damn now?! Go ahead and wet yourself for all I care!” Was Huey's sharp reply, but Riley could tell Huey was closer than he'd been before.
“Nigga c’mon! This is fuckin’ violatin’! They don’t even make niggas in prison hold it this long! C’mon, Huey, it hurts!”
Riley expected a lecture about how they actually do make niggas hold it all day in jail and Huey hated him too much right now to even care about how prison was bad or whatever. Instead, there was a bit of silence before Huey opened the door with a stern look on his face. Riley pretended his hands were still bound together until Huey had stepped back to let him through, at which point Riley jumped him with his hands on the gun so Huey couldn’t aim it at him.
“God damn it Riley--!” The muzzle dug into Riley’s throat as they struggled on the ground-- Riley was on top, but Huey was stronger, and it was so fucking unfair Riley wasn’t old enough for them to be on equal footing right now. “What the hell is wrong wit’ you?! Why can’t you just listen to me—”
He broke off on a gasp as Riley managed to jab his elbow into his throat. “Cuz you’s a bitch! Leave me the fuck alone—”
Huey managed to raise his rifle up enough despite Riley's grasp to crack Riley across the jaw-- Huey almost got the upper hand on him, but Riley thrashed away before he could grab him, trying to kick Huey even though he didn’t have leverage for it. And still, Huey was bitching, “Why you always gotta do this?! Why'd you drive Granddad away when you know he’s the only one still here—”
“Nigga I ain’t done shit!” Riley’s forearm blocked Huey’s fist, even if only cuz Riley was trying to punch him at the same time-- he wouldn't admit that tho. “You’s the one that drove ‘im away bitch! Nobody fuckin’ likes you Huey cuz you just a gay ass hater faggy boy—”
In one quick blur of motion and pain, Riley’s shoulders and neck got slammed into the floor, and Huey was on top of him, his eyes wide and frantic. Riley immediately tried to break free, but Huey just kept him pinned-- Riley was confused why he wasn’t hitting him, why he was breathing so heavy. “What am I s’posed to do…?” His voice was shockingly quiet but weirdly shaky. “I talk to you. I yell at you. I beat yo ass. I ground you. I try eveythin'. But none of it ever gets through to you.” Riley could see tears starting to form in his eyes, see the dark circles weighing down his eyes and it made him feel so-- bad.
The feeling was overwhelming-- he pushed it away with more anger. “Cuz you’s a gay ass bitch! Lemme go!”
Huey’s gaze hardened, his teeth gritting together and his heart pounding hard enough to drive him insane as Riley kept struggling underneath him, his expression pinched in anger too. Huey was so damn tired, so overwhelmed and stressed and hungry because he’d been rationing what little food there still was so that Riley could eat as much as possible until Granddad was supposed to come back even though Riley had wasted the fucking money himself, and Huey would just eat the bare minimum number of calories to not lose all strength and clarity of mind til then-- if Granddad ever even came back.
He couldn’t help but be angry-- Granddad might actually abandon them and Riley didn’t even care. Huey didn't understand how he'd turned into somebody that had no respect for anything, not even their own lives, even though Huey tried so goddamned hard to care of his ungrateful, stupid ass--
“Fuck you nigga! The hell’s fuckin’ wrong wit’ you?! Let me fuckin’ go!” Riley kept trying to get free, but he wasn’t actually strong enough to do that-- he wasn’t fucking strong enough to back up any of the shit he said, but he never fucking stopped. Huey didn’t want to think Riley was as stupid as he pretended to be, but he wasn’t sure he could keep believing that when he never fucking learned from anything-- Huey thought it was less his own attempts at protecting him and more just blind luck that nothing too bad had happened to him yet.
He felt like he was going insane, which was kind of what happened when you didn’t sleep or eat and had to keep doing shit you didn’t even wanna do just to try to keep someone from burning your house down, and maybe that was the problem, that Huey kept trying to do shit that didn’t ever work, expecting this time it’d be different when Riley didn’t respect him-- nobody did, no matter what.
If Riley only fucking understood violence, and even the beatings Huey and Granddad gave him weren’t enough to get through to him, maybe it just made sense to try to increase the severity. It was crazy, he was certain it was crazy-- punishment didn’t make you better, that was part of why prison was such bullshit, but how the hell could you teach someone through positive reinforcement when he’d just dismiss all of that as gay?
Riley watched the way Huey just kept staring, never speaking, his breathing getting more panicked and short, and Riley couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of dread that made him squirm harder. Huey's fucking grip was so strong-- “C’mon, nigga, just let it fuckin’ go! This shit gettin’ gay!”
Instead of the usual irritation over being called gay, Huey's eyes looked more glassy and distant. “Yeah.” Huey’s monotonous reply made Riley pause a second in shock. And in that moment, Huey shifted, yanking Riley’s wrists together above his head to grab them in one hand-- the fact that Riley’s were small enough for that was even more frustrating.
“Nigga what the fuck?!” Riley kept trying to knee him in the stomach but it wasn’t really possible with how Huey had his whole body pinned-- he kicked but it didn’t do shit cuz his legs were too spread out to make proper impact, and neither did jerking his arms as hard as he could. “Fuckin’ cut it out man! You actin' crazy right now bitch!”
Huey didn’t look angry or sad anymore-- his expression seemed dead to Riley as he moved his hand to Riley's pants, yanking them down since they were baggy enough to do that without much effort or movement required on his part. Riley’s eyes went wide, his heart skipping a beat. “You outta yo goddamn mind Huey, fuckin’ get off me nigga!”
Huey could already feel the guilt building up in his chest, and yet, it wasn't enough to break through this chilling, dreadful certainty that Riley would fuck up both their lives if Huey didn't do something that worked, that this seemed like the only thing he hadn't tried and even if it didn't work at least he could honestly say he tried every single thing he possibly could to make some kind of impression on him about how bad the world actually was and that was why he should just let him protect him--
“Why should I listen to you? You the one that made it like this.” Huey’s voice still wasn’t angry, and that made Riley more scared-- Huey wouldn’t do shit like this, he knew it. But he was pulling his boxers down anyway. Riley’s breath snagged in his throat, shame suffocating him-- he kept trying to squirm out of reach, but Huey’s hand easily reached his crotch.
“Huey, what the fuck?! Stop, this shit ain’t funny!” Riley was trying not to look scared and freaked out like a bitch even though he was scared and freaked out to feel his brother’s fingers rubbing against his outer lips without any experience at all. “C’mon, nigga, what the fuck?! Stop! The fuck's wrong wit’ you?!”
“...I dunno. I’m so tired, Riley. I don’t know what to do no more..." His lifeless eyes met Riley's even as he kept dragging his fingertips over his lips without much attention, like he was more focused on how Riley reacted than what he was actually doing. "But if all you wanna pretend to care about's who's dominatin' who, then this's gotta be the most overdone kinda that shit out there. I figured it’s worth a shot 'for I just give up.” He carefully spread Riley’s labia with his fingers, then rubbed up and down the center like he was looking for something.
It sent this strange tingling sensation all through him that was entirely different from when he touched himself. He could feel his heartbeat in his stomach as he tried to wriggle away even though it wasn’t working. “You dumb as hell Huey-- I ain’t gon’ respect yo bitch ass for doin’ gay shit to me nigga! Fuck off!”
Huey sighed, sounding truly tired. His fingertip finally brushed over Riley’s tiny entrance in a way that was more obvious and Riley tried to close his legs, but he couldn’t push Huey away. He expected him to seriously hurt him, but he wasn’t even pushing in, making tiny circles with the tip of his finger right at the opening to the point it'd almost snag at his skin without ever pushing in. Riley’s heart was beating too fast, his face pinching without him meaning to. “What the fuck you want from me nigga?! You want me to clean?! I’mma clean the whole goddamn place if you get off me right fuckin’ now!”
“No you ain’t.” It was true, but Riley didn’t want him to think that—before he could argue, Huey’s pointer finger pressed in just a tiny bit. Even if Huey was bigger than Riley, he wasn’t anywhere near being an adult or even a teenager-- it didn’t hurt like it probably would have otherwise, but it was still so violating and intrusive it was all Riley could do to not panic.
Riley tried to stay cool even as he realized his powerlessness, narrowing his eyes at him hatefully. “I’mma fuckin’ kill you for this nigga. Just you fuckin’ wait.”
Huey didn’t respond, cuz he hadn’t been lying-- Huey didn’t know what he was doing anymore. This felt like a horrible idea the longer it went on, but it also felt more dreamlike than real, surely from the sleep deprivation and other associated bullshit unless it really was a dream, which it just might be. Huey wished somebody would tell him what to do, but there wasn’t anyone that wasn’t just in his head. He was so tired, and he knew the basics of sex but nothing intimate, really, nothing like the kind of stuff Riley probably picked up from watching porn no matter how much Huey yelled at him about it.
Riley was shockingly soft inside. The warmth and pressure and slight wetness felt almost alarming, too real and alive and raw and intimate in a way Huey could barely tolerate, but he felt like backing out now might be even worse than going through with it, not that he was even operating from a sound place of mind right now.
Huey was slow and gentle about pressing in just a bit further. Riley was still and tensed now, his thighs pressed hard against Huey’s wrist like bricks trying to crush his bone but without the pressure needed to pull it off. The relative quiet almost felt more unnerving than Riley’s screaming. He was glancing between Riley’s expression and between his legs as he slowly but mindlessly moved his finger around, keeping it only up to the second joint as he tried to loosen him up and maybe figure out what the fuck he was doing. It was mindless circling and rubbing, this way and that, his finger bending back and then curling up--
Riley loudly gasped, his back arching off the floor as much as it could with Huey keeping him down. Huey blinked, watching more closely with an almost scientific curiosity as he repeated the slow motion, and Riley’s thighs jerked as he glared at him with desperation in his eyes. “What the fuck?! Stop it, forreal, I really do gotta pee nigga!”
Huey scoffed, staying still inside him. “I’m not fallin’ for that again Riley.”
“I’m fuckin’ serious--!” Huey repeated the gesture, and Riley broke off, slamming his own head against the ground and turning his face away the best he could. Huey could tell by now that this one spot was different-- it was bumpy in a way the other places he could reach this far in weren’t, and whenever he stroked it Riley’s pussy would squeeze down in a way it didn’t otherwise. Huey wasn’t entirely sure, but he knew how Riley reacted to pain and this wasn’t it-- so he was pretty sure Riley was objecting because it felt good.
So he slowly rubbed it back and forth with his finger staying curled up, feeling how Riley was getting wetter around him with each stroke. “Huey fuckin’ listen to me!” Riley’s voice was shaking with desperation now, and it matched the look in his eyes and the way his thighs shook and his pussy fluttered, like there really was something being held back. “I’m serious, I gotta pee, fuck! It’s-- that shit you doin’ right now is makin’ it worse, aight, so just fuckin’ stop?!”
Huey obviously did not fucking believe him-- Riley could tell by the exasperated look on his face. But Riley wasn’t lying about that part-- he didn’t understand what Huey was doing, and he was pretty sure Huey fucking didn’t either, but it was making the pressure on his bladder way fucking worse. He was so fucking humiliated-- the only things that could make this worse were a camera or audience or actually pissing himself while they was like this. He was holding it as hard as he could, every fucking muscle tensed up, but Huey kept fucking doing it, this deliberate stroke that gradually got just a bit faster, pressing against that thin weird wall just a bit harder--
He fucking felt the pressure break and cried out, but even when he tried to stop, he could look down and see his nightmare was happening-- he was fucking pissing and he didn’t even have a way to hide it. He could barely hide his face, but he turned away anyway, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself shiver all over because-- it felt so weird. There was this chilly kind of tingle spreading all up his spine, like an itch under his skin but somehow good, the feeling of relief almost suffocating. He had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from gasping, but he couldn’t control anything else-- his thighs were shaking and he could feel Huey’s gaze on him but he just couldn’t stop.
Huey watched Riley shake and breathe heavily through his nose, completely still now. At first, he’d thought Riley had done this solely to piss Huey off and was considering hitting him again over it, but he could tell by how-- much there was Riley had probably actually been telling the truth. Usually, Huey would be a little grossed out-- he’d never freaked out that much when Riley pissed the bed while they’d shared a mattress, but it wasn’t like he fucking wanted it to happen, especially not in a way this direct. But he wasn’t all here right now and he could tell it by how instead of reacting and pulling away like he usually would've, he was thinking about how strange it was that Riley had told him the truth about anything, really, that he wasn’t being violent or stupid right now, that his expression was cute, almost.
There was a lot of it-- Huey’s sleeve was wet as well as his whole hand, and Riley’s legs and pants and underwear were covered with it. But it felt so slow, somehow, like time wasn’t moving right. The intensity of the stream finally started to die down until it was just a warm trickle over Huey’s palm, until finally, that too died off. Riley’s eyes stayed shut, his mouth finally opening but just to catch his breath. Huey could feel the way his pussy kind of pulsed around his finger that stayed in place, like if he moved a single muscle this relative peace would die.
Riley was breathing and breathing, the aftershocks of that feeling spreading from his toes to his numbed fingertips as air finally filled his lungs. He had the thought that that had felt good, and that immediately made him so embarrassed he wanted to die. His eyes opened, hateful slits that glared up at Huey like he wanted him to drop dead. “...I fuckin’ hate you.” Huey looked at him like he couldn’t understand his words. “Fuckin’… treatin’ me like a girl… fuck you. I hate you so goddamn much Huey...”
Huey looked at him with disbelief so intense it felt condescending. “What the hell're you talkin’ about...?” He let out this rattled exhale of breath, teeth gritting together. “I can tell you exactly what I’m thinkin’ and plannin’ and you still find some way to just… deliberately misinterpret it anyway.” There was something desperate and angry in Huey’s eyes. “And you should get it more than anybody else but you don’t no matter how hard I try--!”
“Shut the fuck up, I don’ care nigga!” Riley tried to break free with new desperation-- there was too much sensation, too much pressure in his chest and weight holding him down from Huey atop him. “I hate you! Get off me, I’mma fuckin’ kill you nigga fuck you!”
“Why you always gotta do this?! Why can’t you ever be like you just was for more than two damn seconds Riley?!” Huey's voice cracked with emotion; Riley felt a fresh wave of shame suffocate him at his words, even if Huey really didn’t sound like he was making fun of him, like he’d-- liked it even though it was embarrassing and gross and fucking--
“Cuz you's a gay ass little bitch! Fuck you!” Huey’s expression hardened with anger, and Riley braced himself for another punch in the jaw, but instead his finger started moving again-- somehow, Riley had forgotten it was still there, which was even more humiliating. Riley’s thighs jerked with the sensation, somehow overwhelmingly intense even with his bladder empty. “What the fuck?! What you want from me bitch?!”
Huey didn’t answer. Riley again expected him to be rough, but he wasn’t-- he was doing that same thing he had before. He wished it did hurt, wished Huey would be rough with him, cuz the way it felt was-- worse than just being abused was. He could handle getting hit, but... He didn’t like how warm this was making him inside, everywhere, how his fucking knees kept quivering, how hard it was to hold it together, how he didn’t even want to beg him to stop cuz he was worried his voice would come out sounding like the girls he saw in porn.
When Huey finally pushed his finger all the way in, Riley didn’t even realize at first cuz of how stupidly relaxed he was, down there at least-- he just felt the sensations becoming more intense and realized there was more, so his knuckle was grinding the bottom of him while the pad of his finger had more leverage. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, hitting his own face against the ground to try to stay in control of himself even though it was a lost fucking cause.
It was so much more fucking intense than the times he’d rub himself when he was sure Huey was asleep or the rare day he was home while Huey was still in detention-- he hated that it somehow felt fucking more-- more something. He hated how he could feel his hips wanting to move against him in a way that would cooperate instead of fighting him, hated how he felt more desperate with every second, hated how he made a noise low in his throat when Huey added another finger despite himself.
It was so much-- better with two fingers touching him in that weird spot that made the pressure so intense he was twitching all over and struggling to breathe without whining like a bitch. He hated how he knew Huey could tell what Riley was feeling inside, hated how he started moving his fingers faster and Riley was squirming all over, a sudden desperation in him that he hated but didn’t know how to fight against.
He was so fucking wet-- he could feel it, so overwhelming already but he could also hear it, this loud smacking sound everytime Huey’s fingers moved inside him and it was so humiliating, but something about it also added to this fucked up anticipation-dread-bullshit like he was just used to getting off to the sound in porn or was actually fucked up in the head enough to get off to being fucking dehumanized or maybe it just fucking felt good or--
He made this weird helpless loser-ass sob as Huey’s thumb pressed down over his skin above his crotch but below his stomach-- Huey probably just did it to make it easier to keep doing this, but it was like he could feel the pressure against whatever the fuck Huey was rubbing against from two sides at once. He couldn’t stand to look at Huey, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to stay still but couldn’t stop the way his hips would sometimes jerk, and even with his lip between his teeth and blood on his tongue he was making these dumb sounds in his throat that reverberated through his skull like the bass on the worst fucking song ever made.
Huey’s weight pressed down on him a bit more insistently, but it seemed like it was less to punish Riley and more just Huey focusing cuz of the way his fingers increased their pace, that same fucking motion over and over like Riley was some kinda fucking project he was working on but it felt so fucking good-- Riley could barely breathe, his hips unable to keep still as he made the worst fucking keening sounds in his throat and listened to how fucking loud it was even if Huey didn’t make a sound and it built and built and then it was another orgasm that felt just as intense as that one, his whole body tensing and shaking as his thighs jerked violently against Huey’s waist and he could hardly fucking breathe.
Huey didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down-- Riley could have fucking cried cuz it was exactly like the times he’d kinda wish somebody else was having sex with him cuz there was always a certain point while he was watching porn where he couldn’t make himself keep moving his hand even though he knew there'd be a few more seconds to this high if he didn't stop. Except it was even more fucking intense, cuz the way Huey was doing this felt so much fucking better than anything Riley’d ever done himself. It was a few moments of a crazy high until Riley was shaking harder and crying out without even meaning to, “Stopstopstopitfuckinhurtsstop—”
He didn’t expect Huey to actually stop. He hadn’t so far or nothing. Was it cuz he’d been hurting him this time? Riley couldn’t think, his body still contracting all over even after Huey quit, the feeling taking way longer to go away and it took so much time to catch his breath. His mouth was dry and he felt so fucking weird-- he opened his eyes, and he hoped they didn’t look all heated or whatever the fuck, but the way Huey looked at his face made Riley certain he could read him like a goddamned book. But it was one of those times where it was so goddamn hard for Riley to tell how Huey was feeling-- he didn’t look angry no more, but he couldn’t tell what had taken its place, not even a little bit.
Riley took a deep breath and tried to speak, but he didn’t know what he even wanted to say. Huey stayed silent, too, and even though the silence felt tense but not outright scary right now, Riley found himself wishing he’d talk more for probably the first time his whole life. But they were both silent aside from breathing and it almost didn’t feel real as Riley felt himself come down, that overwhelmed-painful getting replaced with an ache that was probably the same way he felt after he'd started watching porn but before getting off to it, but so intense it was unrecognizable.
He didn’t fucking mean to do it-- his body kept doing whatever it wanted, like he had no control of himself, cuz he was suddenly clenching down hard on Huey’s fingers like that ache inside him was desperate for any kind of relief no matter what the cost was. Huey blinked, but his expression didn’t change as he resumed that goddamned back-and-forth motion that was fucking burning him up inside.
He whimpered without even meaning to, his hands shaking under Huey’s grip-- he noticed it’d loosened, but he couldn’t find the strength to try to yank his hands free as he felt that fucking pressure. Every time it peaked and started back up again, it somehow got more fucking tingly and all fucking static electricity that was cold in his skin and bones but warm everywhere else-- it felt like he could do this all day long if he had the endurance for it and it would just keep feeling better.
Riley couldn’t keep his hips still for even a fucking second anymore, panting and making another stupid fucking whimper, opening his eyes just the tiniest bit to look at Huey’s face. He still couldn’t read it, but his eyes were so intense-- his instincts really felt that Huey was in the same mindset as when he did some bullshit with chemistry, like Riley was a project he was working out, but it didn’t seem like he hated him or even thought Riley’s reactions were gross or funny--
He barely even felt the stretch when Huey added a third finger, just shuddering at the rush of new sensation cuz he was so fucking wet and it felt a bit gross but every single thing Huey did made him feel like he was gonna explode. “Please,” he choked out without meaning to, his eyes squeezing shut so tight and his hips rocking into his brother’s hand.
Huey didn’t respond. For just a second, he was splaying his fingers out inside Riley, and he could feel it cuz of how it stretched and he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to tear skin and then he felt Huey shift his hips a bit closer, his hand moving just a bit before his thumb pressed back down over that same spot it'd been before but even harder now, and the fingers inside him did that fucking same goddamn thing but at a breakneck pace now.
Riley couldn’t help but cry out, his eyes opening wide in shock and his back arching a bit. His legs were shaking violently, his feet pounding frantically against the ground but not cuz he was trying to get away-- his hands involuntarily jerked in Huey’s grasp, and Huey tightened his grip, and there was this little crease in his brow and this intense look in his eyes as he looked down at Riley without ever slowing down, the wet sound so loud and Riley could see tiny clear droplets spraying out from between his legs just a bit with each frantic motion and he couldn’t stop gasping out stupid words-- even if it was demanding, telling him over and over don't stop don't fucking stop, it was embarrassing deep down but he couldn’t even hold onto the thought because of how fucking intense it was building and he couldn’t fight it, didn’t even want to--
His mind blanked out-- his heart was pounding and he was shaking so hard it felt like he was having a seizure but he was pretty sure those weren’t supposed to feel this much like how he imagined getting high had to feel. He heard a wet noise and his glassy eyes glanced down but he only vaguely processed the clear liquid shooting onto Huey’s shirt in little spurts before the arc lessened, just getting on his hand and Riley’s legs. He couldn’t even freak out about if he’d just fucking peed again or anything-- he couldn’t process his desperate pathetic moans or how Huey was focused even more intently now, carrying him through it and picking up on when it started to become too much before Riley’s fogged out head even realized it, slowing down before stopping all together.
He hadn’t even come back down and he was violently panting and looking up at Huey with desperation so intense it fucking hurt. He couldn’t fucking think about anything but how good it felt right now-- even if deep down part of him still knew how fucking wrong this was, for now he just wanted to drown it all out with more of this high. Huey looked at him and Riley could see the surprise before his expression changed, his eyes narrowing and his hand pulling back.
Before Riley could even bitch about it, though, Huey was pulling the center of his own pants down with one wet hand-- Riley knew he should freak out, but his whole body thrummed with electricity as his breath caught from how fucking eager he was and he pushed all the thoughts in the corner of his head away because he’d actually think about this later but right now he just needed more. Riley didn’t get a good look at Huey’s dick now, though he’d already seen it before anyway, not that it’d ever once been in a fucking context like this before-- he used the hand that'd just been touching Riley to line up his cock and push in.
Riley’s toes curled, a low gasp leaving him. It felt so good. It surely wasn’t the size of all those porn guys' cocks cuz otherwise it would fucking hurt but this stretch felt satisfying-- fuck. He could feel Huey’s hips press against him, feel just how fucking close they was right now and Riley was fucking possessed or something, wrapping his legs around his waist without even fucking caring about the wet clothes still weighing them down, like his head’d short-circuited enough to not be able to take in all the sensory shit that wasn’t coming from between his legs.
As soon as his shins were hooked around Huey's back, Riley was rocking his hips into him; Huey’s eyes widened, and he suddenly let go of Riley’s wrists to rest on his shoulders instead as he adjusted himself just a bit until his dick was scraping right against that fucking sport again and it felt so fucking different but Riley liked how fucking intense the texture was like this, another shaky moan leaving him.
Instead of choking Huey out like he should have, Riley’s arms wrapped behind Huey’s shoulders, clinging to him as Riley panted and Huey started to slowly pull back and in, like he was getting used to it. “Riley,” he breathed out, the first time he’d fucking made a noise in what felt like ages and Riley could tell by his breathless voice he was feeling good too, and for some reason it made him clench down in excitement instead of yelling at him.
Riley made another dumb moan at the rush of sensation that brought and clung to him a bit tighter, rocking into Huey in a way that didn’t match his rhythm at all, unable to stop the way his body begged for more of a rush. “...Riley,” Huey said again, his tone different but his pace the same. “...How come... you don’ listen no matter what I do...?”
Riley almost groaned-- he would've, if Huey'd stopped when he brought that bullshit up again. “Not now,” Riley gasped, nails digging into Huey’s jacket. “Fuck, jus don’ stop—”
Huey’s eyes narrowed and his brow pinched, but he didn’t stop or get rougher-- it was the exact same, and even if it felt a bit too slow, it was still so fucking nice. “...You never change. ‘S like no matter what I try, you ain’t ever gonna give a damn.”
“C’mon, later, just drop it fo’ now man…” Riley gasped, so far gone the filthy wet sounds seemed more appealing than more arguing right now.
“Riley!” His voice rose-- Riley looked up at his face with bleary eyes, having a hard time processing the desperation on his expression now. “There ain’t gonna be a later and you know it!” Riley didn’t even respond to his words, over the whole fucking conversation and just wanting more. Somehow, he could see how fucking angry Huey was getting about it, but he didn’t choke him or hit him or even get rougher with him.
“Why can’t you just give me a damn answer?!” Huey was screaming now, and that was when Riley expected more pain, but there wasn’t any-- his pace increased just a bit, but it was still gentle, careful, like Huey was still totally in control of his body even if his eyes looked like he was losing it too. “What is so damn bad ‘bout listenin’ to me? Why would you rather just-- drive Granddad away than work with me?” His voice cracked, and Riley thought he saw tears in his eyes for a second, but Huey still didn’t stop, and it felt so good and Riley couldn’t catch his breath no matter how heavy his breathing was.
Huey’s volume wasn’t even half as loud now as his eyes looked down into Riley's again. “...I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do. Even when I hate you I don’t… hate you. I jus-- I try to help and you always throw it back in my face.” Riley barely processed his angry, hopeless words, his body shaking all over from how it fucking felt, the way his cock scraped back and forth on that place all at once in a way that was different from his fingers, so wide and filling and hard and fucking warm even if it wasn't as sharp and precise. It was too much heat-- he couldn’t think and he was fucking suffocating and all he could do was cling to him even though he knew Huey wasn’t happy with him right now. Or ever, really.
“...You drivin’ me insane. You still ain’t listenin’ to me! What the hell do I gotta do to get through to you?!” He was yelling again, but every thrust in was so good-- Riley could feel the pressure starting to build up again, his hips rocking harder into Huey’s to seek the friction he needed. He vaguely saw Huey’s eyes burn with that kinda anger that usually led to something really bad, but then he just pulled out.
Riley looked down, slowly realizing Huey wasn’t doing something-- no, he was looking at Riley like he expected something from him and pointedly doing nothing at all. “Nigga fuck you… Was gettin’ all close an’ shit…”
His words, in his own voice, made this brief cold tendril of dread come back, but Huey distracted him before he could process the thought all the way-- “Answer me and I’ll help you, then.” He was so mad, Riley could tell, but there was this fucking annoying ass smugness there too--
Riley made a frustrated sound, hands balling into fists but he didn’t hit him for reasons he didn’t know-- he was probably too fucking drained, honestly. “Fuck, I’on remember what you was even bitchin’ ‘bout nigga…!”
Riley's eyes narrowed more the more the fog in his head started to drift away. “Agh, you’s wanna know why I hate listenin’ to you?! It’s like I said nigga-- cuz you’s a bitch! You ‘cpetin’ me to take you seriously but you ain't out here doin' that shit wit me… You act like I’m the only one actin’ a fool but I don’ even hear ‘bout the dumb shit you doin’ ‘til it done happened! And you ain't hearin' me bitch about that! But you actin’ like you owed me tellin’ you everythin’ when you fuckin’ hate on every goddamn thing I do anyways-- like I oughta listen to you but you ain’t ever listenin’ to me either nigga! You always actin’ like you better than me and you ‘cpect me to just be cool wit it… cuz you’s a fuckin’ bitch.”
Huey listened with his lips thinned and his brow creased. There was a lot of sadness in Huey’s eyes and it made Riley’s stomach twist-- there was too much going on in his body and he didn’t know how to take it right now. “C’mon nigga, we doin’ this or what?!” Riley’s voice came out louder and more desperate than he intended-- it was too much and he needed his brain to turn off again for a bit before he did something stupid, because he could feel the urge to just blow up in a different way getting more intense each second this shit went on.
Huey let out a long breath. “Yeah.” Riley’s legs tensed around Huey’s waist as he leaned down, his cock moving to Riley’s gaping pussy and it was slower now, so Riley could feel the warmth as he carefully filled him up, and Riley felt all the air leave his lungs for a second cuz it felt like he wasn’t empty at all now and he clung to Huey too way hard. He buried his face in Huey's sleeve to try to suppress the sounds he made, not that he couldn’t still hear them and the slow smack of skin against skin that he shouldn’t find this erotic.
But it felt so-- so fucking perfect. With his face buried in Huey’s sleeve it was like being under the blanket with him, the way Huey'd once held him when there was a ton of noise outside and red-and-blue lights in the window just as tight as Huey was holding him now and every single thrust felt so good-- he came again in a burst of sensation, crying and gasping and choking on suppressed moans, fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket hard enough to rip, and Huey was so-- fucking patient and paying so much damn attention to him, slowing down when he needed to, only resuming when Riley was ready without him even saying it out loud.
And then he would just keep doing it, like he could tell how much Riley needed this, and neither of them were saying anything other than whispered words that didn't mean much, quiet but audible no matter how loud the thrusts got from how Riley just kept getting wetter and wetter.
It was this abstract forever where he kept fucking cumming and cumming until his body was limp and his mind got so cloudy and faded all he could hear was the small sounds Huey were making that also sounded kinda gay which made him less embarrassed, and he could feel when Huey was moving a bit faster and Riley used the last of his strength to roll his hips into him, to help him along as Huey’s panting got more uneven, and then he finally stilled but Riley could feel his whole body shake into his and it felt like a climax in and of itself.
After a few long breaths, Huey pulled out but laid next to him so close he was practically still on top of him. Riley didn’t realize he was actually crying until the afterglow started to sink in, until he became aware of the scent of piss and sweat and sex and started to feel sick to his stomach. And Huey was obviously paying way too much attention to him because that was when he murmured in this tight voice, “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever,” Riley breathed out. Huey actually picked him up, and Riley quickly realized his legs were too cramped and tight and boneless all at once to move anyway; Riley didn’t say anything else as Huey carried him to the bathroom, and Riley couldn’t even think about how things would have changed if he’d just gone here like he was supposed to.
He could tell Huey was out of it too-- his expression was completely distant as he sat Riley down inside the shower, and he ended up getting one of Granddad’s shower caps to cover up Riley’s hair instead of the flimsy ones that were for them. “Do—” Huey broke off and bit his lip, his brow pinched tight as he turned the water on himself.
Riley didn’t mind giving the silent treatment, but it was less cuz he was the type to do that shit and more that his throat was kinda sore from everything. Huey was really gentle the whole time, the only time anything of note happening when he tried to wash between Riley’s legs-- Riley whimpered despite himself, because even the water pressure was too much but it made him want more, somehow.
Huey made another tense sigh but carefully cleaned him, at least, the best he could, cuz Huey clearly was too out of it to focus. Riley didn’t really care; by the time it was done, he really did feel less dirty. Huey’s balance was off as he went to get one of the big ass fluffy towels that were also reserved for Granddad, drying Riley off before wrapping him up in it and then carrying him to the fucking couch. “...Just a sec.”
Riley didn’t respond-- before long, Huey brought him a glass of water. Tap water-- everything else was still gone. “...I’ll clean it all up. Just…” His voice cracked again and Riley knew he wasn't doing it on purpose which made it irritating for some reason, “rest for now.” Riley still didn’t say anything, staying in that position til Huey’s footsteps receded.
Now, he rolled his eyes if only to feel better about himself and reached out for the glass-- it was cold compared to his skin and it felt relieving to his throat, at least. He drank the whole thing before lying back, feeling fucking awkward about being naked but his hamstrings were too fucked from all the spasming to go up the stairs and get something to put on.
Still, his hands were okay enough he could reach for the remote too, but he didn’t. Even though he wasn’t doing anything, he wasn’t really bored cuz he was having that weird floating feeling-- he’d only felt it a couple of times before, usually whenever he got beat so hard he peed himself and cried like a stupid bitch or those times he’d had a concussion and it was wearing off. There was this tingling numbness in his fingertips and he wasn’t really thinking about anything specific but there was so much going on in his head all the same and he was so goddamn tired and he could tell it was getting darker outside even if time didn't feel real at all.
Finally there were footsteps. It took all of Riley’s strength to turn his head-- Huey’d obviously showered and changed his clothes, but his face was even more haggard, like he hadn’t slept or eaten anything in weeks. He had some of Riley’s clothes too, and he looked at him uncertainly. “You need help…?”
“Nah,” Riley said, the sound of his own voice strange to him. He reached out and Huey handed them to him; Huey turned his head away while Riley got dressed, which Riley couldn’t help but snicker about even as he got dressed-- the shirt wasn’t hard, but it was a bit difficult to get his boxers and especially his pants on, but he did it cuz he wasn’t that much of a bitch. “’M done.”
Huey didn’t even turn back all the way, only sideways looking at him, the guilt in his eyes practically screaming. “...I got all of it cleaned up. I’ll clean the rest of the house tomorrow. Are you hungry? I can—”
“Shut up. Just sit down nigga-- you look like you’s about to pass out.” Huey frowned, but sat down as far away from Riley as possible. Riley felt even more irritated about it. “Huey, seriously, quit bein’ a damn bitch,” Riley muttered even as he scooted over until he was close enough to basically lie against Huey’s side. Almost immediately he started to feel his own numb fear fade to something more bearable.
He could feel Huey’s breath hitch even as Riley’s own breathing got more even. He was just-- fuckin’ tired. “’M sorry too,” Riley murmured, barely audible and right when he was about to sleep so he could pretend he didn’t say it, but he knew Huey heard it-- his arm tentatively moved to hold Riley's side and somehow even when he was aware of how fucking bad shit was right now and was probably gonna be from now on too, it made him feel safe enough to drift off.