Wanting

Denial

The loud rumble from the storm was no match from the loud groans coming from Kaldur's bedroom. The thin sheets stuck to his sweat-dampened chest as he tossed and twisted in the bed. The cold touch of the sheets was mistaken for the touch he craved.

"Kaldur."

Kaldur arched his body off the bed as he clung to the sheets with his webbed fingers. A loud strangled groaned escaped his lips as his chest heaved with his labored breathing.

"Kaldur, does that feel good."

His thighs trembled as he tried to calm himself. He gasped for air, his gills working into overdrive to try and help circulate air. His shaky breaths sounded as if he was trying to keep from screaming or sobbing.

"You want this don't you, Kaldur. This is the attention that you crave isn't."

"Y-y-e-yes," Kaldur struggled to say as his body trembled, fighting for control.

The loud booming of thunder jarred him from his aroused slumber, his body sitting straight up, his eyes looking around the room. He carefully moved to the side of the bed and tried to get out of it. His gellant feeling legs tried to stand on the cold wooden floor but soon collapsed under him. He used the bed to help him to a small stand and carefully walked to the bathroom. He leaned heavily on the wall as he stumbled to the sink. He splashed cold water on his face but it felt like lava. He moved to the shower and turned on the cold water and sat on the floor. The cold water started to slowly bring him down from his high but the voice was still talking to him.

"Stop fighting your desires. Stop fighting me. Let me take you."

Kaldur shook violently trying to shake out the loud the loud lust filled voice. The only thought that ran through his mind was the man's voice. The man who consumed his thoughts and desires day in and out: Roy Harper. He was the reason why his cock was hard as a stone. His voice made his skin burn and his sense working in overdrive to try and function.

"You want me in your tight little fuck hole don't you. Tease you until you beg me to take you. Begging and screaming at me for more until your voice cracks.

Kaldur screamed through his teeth as he trembling hands pulled his legs to his chest , trying to hide his shame.

"Don't hide your body away from me. Not when this feels so good."

Kaldur's body leaned against his shower wall and shakily allowed his legs to lay flat on the wet surface. Tears started to form in his eyes as he started to lose control.

"Let me give everything to you. Let go."

Kaldur shakily went to the band of his boxers and carefully pulled them off of him. He moved back under the shower head and pulled his legs back up to his chest. Kaldur's been fighting this for want, this need, this lust, for Roy for years. He slowly moved his hand to his hip and grazed his thumb against his tip, choking slightly on the air.

"Stop hiding what you want Kaldur. You. Are. Mine."

Kaldur placed his hand around himself, groaning loudly with a small hiss as he starts to pump slowly.

"I'll stretch you out nice and wide. I'll make you scream and moan until you completely fall apart. Maybe I'll tie you down, hang a mirror so you can see yourself falling apart. Jus to watch yourself lose control while I take your cock in my mouth."

His breathing hitched as his body tensed. As loud scream began to erupt in his throat, he quickly shoved his fist in his mouth , as he came hard on the tub floor. His body shook as he finally came down from his high. The water washed away the evidence of anything happening. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks as shame and guilt filled his mind. When the strenght in his body recharged, he stood uom using the wall for support, and turned the water off. He carefully, tryign not to hurt himself, got out of the shower and carelessly dried off his wet body. He walked nakedly to his room and put on a pair of fresh shorts. He crawled into bed and curled into himself. He finally drifted off to peaceful sleep, undisturbed by a voice or a dream.