Epiloguelastchapterthing - Featuring...The iBrator!

Ben’s crappy music is drifting from his iPod that’s plugged into his laptop that he brought over as his tongue licks up the side of my neck and his hand weaves its way past the waistband of my jeans and then my underwear. I roll my eyes and turn my head to the side as his tongue slides up to my lips.

“You’re gross,” I announce, pulling away from him and wiping my face and neck dry despite the fact that his hand felt pretty comfortable in my pants. I step across my room to his iPod and unplug it, tossing it on my dresser next to the pile of my CDs that he hates. Over the past couple of months, this has become a regular thing. We alternate between listening to my oldies rock and his new shitty “rock” as we lock ourselves in each other’s room. Sometimes we talk about serious things and sometimes we talk about the funny things in our lives...sometimes we have sex...and sometimes we just sit silently and do homework...though that last one rarely happens. I’ve grown used to this new way of life. I’ve even grown to like it...a lot. Or maybe it’s just doing it with him that makes me like it so much. I begin to smile and turn around to go back and give him a hug or maybe even a kiss, but he starts up an annoying whimpering.

“Come back to me, Cody,” he sniffles, reaching out to me as he pouts and whines unintelligibly. “Don’t leave me...”

I turn so I can roll my eyes at him. “I just got cleaned up and dressed and you want to go at it again? I don’t think so.”

“Never stopped you before. You just hate me. You want me to suffer.” He feigns sobbing and throws himself onto my bed, kicking his feet as he moans in apparent sadness.

“You’re right. I hate you. Now shut up.” I throw an empty CD case at him, not feeling guilty when he flinches as one of the sharp corners stabs him in the back of his thigh. “I already told you that we have to get ready for Tiff, Dylan, Shane, and Carlton to come over and watch some movies. I don’t think you want them to walk in on us. Dylan would throw up, Tiff would try to tape it, and Shane would try to join in.”

“What about Carlton?” Ben peeks at me from beneath his armpit. “Would he be able to join in? Gee whiz, he sure is dreamy.” I throw another CD case at him. “Just kidding. You’re the only dreamy one in my eyes. And besides...anyone going out with Shane has questionable sanity. But now that I think about it, you used to go out with him, didn’t you? What does that say about your sanity, Cody? Oh, shit... I fucked a madman!”

Instead of throwing another CD case at him, I decide jumping on his back and grinding my elbow between his bare shoulder blades is a better idea. The way he yelps verifies my suspicions and I continue to do it, keeping an eye on his ever-wandering hands to make sure he behaves himself.

I decide to let up on him and lean against my wall instead of torturing him anymore. He sits up and glares at me, his face red and hair messed up.

“You owe me for that, whore,” he announces. “I get to whip you now. Twenty lashes across your perfect little ass, you bitch.”

“Only if you tie me up when you do it,” I tease, reaching out to poke him in the nose. His teeth click together as he tries to bite me and I grin at him. “You’re so touchy...”

“So does that mean I can touch you?” He smiles innocently, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. “Just because you suggested it of course...”

“Touch yourself if you want to touch someone so much...”

“Fine.” He grins at me and lets his hand wander to the front of his pants as he spreads his legs open. I roll my eyes once more and turn away.

“Shut up and get a shirt on...” I flatly order, walking over to my dresser so I can tidy up random things that appear to be out of order.

“I don’t have one. Mine’s dirty, remember? I wiped you off with it after you shot your load.” I throw him a glare. I hate how blunt he can be. It’s just plain embarrassing.

“Then just wear one of mine...” My words come out in a snarl and he hastily obeys, which is good for his sake...or there’d definitely be some more shoulder-elbow action.

I hear him rummaging around in my closet as I wander over to make my bed, and the gleeful little gasp that’s followed by a low snickering that comes from him is enough to make my heart begin thudding in my chest. It’s never a good thing when he sounds like that. I slowly turn around to see that he’s crouching down in my closet and sifting through something...

“What’re you doing?” I demand, sinking down onto the edge of my bed, suddenly feeling exhausted with him. I feel like I’m baby-sitting my little cousin instead of spending time with my boyfriend, which is something I feel quite often, actually.

“I’ve found a treasure chest!” He yanks out a shoebox and tosses it into the middle of my room. Oh, shit. I know that shoebox. There are a few questionable items in it...and sure enough, as I watch in horror he pulls out the chocolate flavored lube and the infamous Christmas vibrator. I put the lube and vibrator in there after I was cleaning under my bed one day and found them. It was quite a scary experience, one I never ever wanted to go through again. I thought they’d be safe in the shoebox. I guess I was wrong.

“Put those away,” I snap, feeling my cheeks burning.

He saunters over to me and stops till his crotch is even with my face. “I thought you got rid of this...” He waves the vibrator in front of my eyes and I glare, reaching for it but missing horribly, clawing at his hip instead. “Or did Shane give it back to you after he used it? Gross...”

“I never gave it to Shane,” I grumble. “I tried to use it once and my... I had...it didn’t exactly work out...”

“Well...” He sits down beside me and grins. “We could try to use it now...”

“No... No way.”

“Oh, come on, Cody.” He pouts and begins his whining again. “It’ll be fun, I promise...” He waves it in front of me again and continues his pouting from behind it and I can’t help feeling that he’s trying to hypnotize me with a fake cock...

“Put it down,” I growl.

“We’ll just do it once and if you don’t like it, we can get rid of it. We can give it to Shane for real...”

I glare at him...at his stupid shaggy hair and his dumb sparkling eyes and his delicious bare chest. “I hate you,” I mumble. I love him. Damn it. I love him. Fuck. “Just this once...”

He grins, leans forward and kisses me softly before shoving me onto my back and raising the vibrator between us like it’s the fucking Holy Grail. I sigh and close my eyes as his thumb applies pressure and the Christmas gift from hell comes to life.

“I love you,” he whispers, working at the button of my pants.

I roll my eyes behind my eyelids. “Fuck you, Benny... Fuck you.”

THE END.

xD

Sorry. That ending was stupid…and sorry that it took me so long to post this. NaNoWriMo took me by surprise. Ack. (NaNo story will possibly be posted sometime this coming week. Angsty one this time. Relatively shitty.)

iBrator came around from a conversation I had with a friend… I’m proud of myself because of it… teehee.

Thanks so much to all my reviewers! I love you all. You guys made this fun to write. I think some of you might be on crack…and I love that group of you the best. xD The lot of you never fail to make me giggle.

And thanks to the readers who hate reviewing, the readers who hate me yet still decided to read this, and the readers who wear purple underwear. A+!

Thanks, TheyLied for beta-ing too. :O

Oh, that Shane/Carlton thing might be written eventually. I’m not sure. I’m still working on a birthday one-shot for a birthday that was 23423429348 months ago… :coughcough:

Thanks again! Adios. :O