A/N: Muahaha finally the continuation of Will We Last. Basically this story is gonna pick right up from WWL. You kind of have to look at my stories as a series in way, or some show or something, it’s on going. And I wanted WWL to end so now this one is here, same characters, more even and everything’s gonna be answered as the story goes on so don’t think I just left things out like the ppl who raped nicky and all that jazz.

But yeah pretty much this one’s more focused on Nick and Jimmy relationship. Iggy’s trying to find himself and still caught on Aerik and at the same time him and Nick are trying to fit into Jimmy’s crazy ass friends. So enjoy and please please review! Let me know that you want me to keep writing this story!

Warnings: YOU PROBABLY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THIS STORY IF YOU HAVEN’T READ WILL WE LAST. This story is intense, some seriously sick things are gonna go down in this story if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read this or skip over it, I’ll put warnings for those chapters. M/M, S&M, child molestation, rape, cutting, suicide, trans, lots of drugs, and more when I can think b/c I can’t right now haha.

Disclaimer: this is my story, don’t try and copy it in anyway. These characters are original and all from my sick mind.

And now we begin--

o.n.e

How can I explain pain that burns like torture, but soothes and excites more than a caress or kiss?—J.T. Leroy

“I dunno, you’re like a machine, or something.” Aerik smiled.

Iggy threw his head back with laughter.

“I’m a love machine.” He sang.

“Iggy.” Aerik blushed.

“I’m Mr. Love machine,” Iggy slowly backed off of his legs, and stood in front of him shaking his little hips, and pointing a finger at him.

“I’m Mr. Love machine, and I don’t work for nobody, but you.” He pointed at Aerik’s chest. “Do the ohh part, Aerik.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can, do it!” Iggy giggled, grabbing him up by the collar. “Do it. I’m Mr. Love machine, and I don’t work for nobody but you,”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah!” Aerik finished.

Iggy cheered, jumping up and down, and spinning in circles with him. They spun, and spun, not caring who saw them, not caring how stupid they sounded. All they could see was the other, the only one that matted.

Aerik came crashing on top of Iggy laughing, and loving Iggy’s laugh at the same time. Iggy was panting from the dance as he looked up at Aerik, and ran a hand through his boyfriend’s hair.

Aerik watched him, and stroked his cheek, Iggy was so beautiful, and everything about him was just to die for.

“I love you.” Aerik confessed.

Iggy’s eyes widened, and the glint of happiness in his eyes, faded to confusion.

“What?”

“I-I love you. I love you, Trevor.” Aerik repeated.

“I love you too, Aerik.” Iggy said, not missing a beat. Aerik’s mouth widened into a big smile, and they continued with their kiss, not giving a damn.

“I love you too.” Iggy muttered, the mouth of the Bacardi bottle clinging against his teeth as he said it.

“What? Did you just say you love me too?” the guy next to him asked, smirking. Iggy’s bright hazel eyes glared over at the boy that he didn’t even know. Iggy’s eyes were outlined with thick black eyeliner that really made them stand out, but as the night grew on the make up faded and gave him a deader look.

“Who are you?” he mumbled. The guy laughed, nudging his friend beside him who was cutting up lines of cocaine on the table.

“You’re so fucked up, kid.”

“Don’t call me kid, you’re my age, asshole.” Iggy said, and pushed his little ninety-five pound body from the black leather couch. He held onto his head with his free hand, not letting the bottle go for anything, and swayed side to side trying to focus on his surroundings.

He didn’t know where he was, how he got here, who he got here with, or what he had taken, but every time he tried to turn his head just a little the colors in the room seemed to drain out like water clearing chalk off a sidewalk.

Smirking a little, Iggy waved out his small hand trying to see how the crumbling wall felt but it just disappeared in his hand.

Letting out a breath, he stumbled his way out of the living room, into where he didn’t know, but he wanted out of there. Placing one red converse covered foot in front of the other Iggy ended up leaning against the side of the stairwell; he gripped onto one of the bars with his free hand, his body still swinging from side to side with a dazed smirk on his mouth.

“Well look who it is.” A voice giggled in front of him. Iggy looked up from the floor in alarm.

Myka stood in front of him, hands on his hips and a smile on his face. His hair was black now with the ends blonde, his legs were covered in fitting girl jeans and he had on a black Emmure shirt.

Iggy groaned, why did he of all people have to be standing here right now?

“Go away.” He mumbled.

“Aw, is my little cutie fucked up?” Myka cooed, cupping Iggy’s face, but Iggy instantly jerked away.

“You fucked over my best friend.”

“Nicky?” Myka asked laughing. “He’s with Jay now so that shouldn’t matter, right? Then again, I don’t know how long that’s gonna last since I’m back in the picture.” He said thoughtfully.

Myka moved closer to Iggy so that his small body was pressed up against the boy. Taking a deep inhale of Iggy, he leaned in to his face rubbing their noses together, and then licked his cheek wetly.

“You are one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen.” Myka whispered in his ear, his arm now holding up Iggy’s frail body. “I don’t usually top, but fuck…” he moaned, pressing their pelvises together.

Iggy hissed from the sharp contact of their hipbones.

“I want you boy.”

“Fuck off.” Iggy muttered, trying to push him off, but all that did was cause more friction between the two.

“I always wanted you instead of Nicky, but he was just so cute and innocent, you know?” Myka moved Iggy’s face so they made eye contact.

“Not like you though. You’re just damn hot but that’s it, you’re not innocent are you?”

Iggy’s eyes hardened, he didn’t think twice about what he was about to do, then again he didn’t really care, all he knew was Myka was pissing him off and he wanted him to stop touching him. So he did the only logical thing—he head butted him.

“The fuck?!” Myka shouted, cupping his bloody nose.

Iggy burst out in laughter, ignoring the glass bottle of liquor falling from his grip shattering to fragments.

A few people came over that knew Myka and tried to baby him and kiss ass, but Myka wasn’t crying, actually Myka didn’t seem to care. He was just staring at Iggy with this smirk on his face, as the blood spilled down to his lips. He moved his hand from his nose and licked the flowing blood seductively.

“I knew I should’ve fucked you first.” He laughed.

Iggy stared at him blankly, then stumbled to the actual stairs and crawled up them slowly.

He wanted to start crying because he couldn’t see ahead of him, the stairs were starting to swirl, and he didn’t know where they were leading him hopefully to Heaven.

Iggy kept moving, until he reached the top and then continued to crawl to the bathroom that he saw.

He only made it to the bathroom wall that he leaned against taking shaky breaths and staring dully across at the porcelain toilet.

“I’m gonna be there for you, Iggy, okay? No matter what.”

“You promise?”

Aerik smiled and cupped the back of Iggy’s neck, brushing his full lips with his. “I swear.”

“Liar.” Iggy coughed, leaning his soft face against the cold toilet seat. “I was so good to you.” He groaned, holding onto his aching stomach.

“I-I was…good.” He tried focusing on the things around him because he could feel his vision going, but he just couldn’t.

With his hazel eyes rolling back into his head he slid over with a thud, hitting his head face against the edge of the bathtub.

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Jimmypop clumsily hoped over the cement wall landing on the grass, tripping forward, and head hitting the ground.

“Fuck.” He moaned, rubbing his aching face, and dusting himself off as he stood up.

He looked down at his plain black vans and cut off jeans that he turned into shorts. He stretched out feeling a pain shoot up in his side, but ignored it brushing away his messy black bangs from his face, the ends a copper that he dyed Saturday.

Licking one of the two lip rings, he looked around, and then ran to the side of the house where Nick’s window was at.

Cupping his hands, he looked up hissing his boyfriend’s name. “Nick. Nicky!” he called, but no answer.

Looking at the ground thoughtfully, he picked up some pebbles, and threw them at Nicky’s window, hoping to get his attention.

Nick looked up from his sketchbook hearing a loud banging against his window, rocks? Someone was throwing rocks at his window?

Moving his brown hair from his face, and squinting down, he saw Jimmypop tossing stones up to get him.

Sighing, Nick rolled his eyes and opened the window, which he later regretted because Jimmy didn’t see him open the window, and threw an especially hard pebble at his head.

“Ow!” Nick yelled, dropping to his knees, clutching his head. “Ow, ow, ow.”

Jimmypop’s gray blue eyes widened, “Oh shit. Fuck, Nicky, you okay?!” he called up. Here he was trying to apologize for whatever he did Friday, and instead he ended up giving his boyfriend a bruised head.

After whining on the floor, Nick went downstairs and outside to where Jimmy was calling him over. Jimmy ran over, holding his boyfriend’s head to his chest.

“Aw baby, I’m so sorry.” He said, and bit his lip from laughing.

Nick glared, hearing the break in his voice, and looked up at him knowing, Jimmypop wanted to laugh. “It’s not funny, Jay! You could have seriously hurt me!”

Jimmy nodded, still hiding a smile. “You’re right, I’m really sorry.” Nick just shoved him, knowing he wasn’t, and led him inside.

“You could have just knocked on the door like a normal person, nobody’s home.”

“Yeah well, I didn’t know that, and you’ve been ignoring my calls, so I figured I might as well surprise you.” He shrugged.

“And that you did.” Nick complained, getting ice from his freezer.

Jimmypop fidgeted around, touching an apple on the table, and avoiding eye contact. “So are you gonna tell me why you’re ignoring me?”

Nick paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m not ignoring you.” He whispered, shutting the freezer.

“Yeah, Nick, yeah you are. Ever since Friday, and that was two days ago. It has to do with Myka, doesn’t it?”

“Please don’t mention him.”

“What’s up with you and him, hmm? You were fine till I introduced the two of you, yet you guys already seemed to know each other.” Jimmy watched Nicky to see if his facial expression changed.

“I tried asking Myka about what went on with you guys, but he just laughed, and I know he’d make up shit anyways.” Jimmypop explained.

Nick turned around to him slowly, still looking at the ground. “Come on.” he said, walking towards the living room.

Jimmypop sat sort of close to him, but far enough to not crowd him. He felt awful bringing up Myka now because his boyfriend looked like he was on the verge of tears, and he hated when Nick cried.

Nick didn’t want to tell Jay but he figured Jimmy just wasn’t going to give it up. He sat up straight focusing on the ice pack in his hands, and explained everything to him.

He started off with telling him how he was on his way to one of Iggy’s party, and how he was raped, and then didn’t talk to anybody really for a couple of months.

Then he went on about how a few years ago he met Myka online, and had a crush on him, and then saw him at a party a month ago. He told him how he was stupid, and really thought that Myka had loved him, so he had sex with him, and Myka laughed in his face, telling him that he was only a bet. Nothing that had gone on between them was real, and Myka just wanted to prove that he could get even the innocent of boys.

Jimmypop just sat there, his full lips parted as he stared at his boyfriend. It was hard for him to believe that Myka would stoop that low, since they had been friends forever.

“N-Nicky, I-I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Nick shook his head, wiping away his tears quickly, he didn’t want to go back to that, and he didn’t want to think about it, or bring it up again.

“It’s just…I mean are you sure it’s the same kid? I’ve known Myka since seventh grade, and he just…I dunno he can be mean, but not cruel. And he doesn’t even top with guys.” Jimmypop said.

Nick’s gaze went straight to him, his eyes narrowing.

“What? So you think that I made it up? That I’m lying?! Oh yeah, I’m the liar, because there are a million other guys in this world named Myka, and look just like him. I can’t believe you.”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant, I just, fuck, Nicky, I don’t know what to say, okay?”

Nick shrugged, realizing that he was taking his anger out on his boyfriend. “There’s nothing to say. It’s done and over. I don’t want to be around him at all.”

“That’s gonna be kinda hard, Nick. I mean, I can’t just choose between you guys, you don’t know Myka like I know him. He’s been through more things that you can’t even imagine sick things, okay? The shit that people have done to him,” Jimmypop shook his head. He would forever have Myka’s back, no matter what.

“And that makes it okay for him to treat people the way he treated me?! So it’s alright for him to be a complete asshole, and get away with it?!”

“No, it’s just a reason that he acts that way.”

“Well, that’s stupid. He needs therapy then, I sure as hell have been through it because of that boy.” Nick chewed onto his lip harder and harder, wanting to taste the blood.

“Did…did you ever find the guy that hurt you?” Jimmy asked, he couldn’t bring himself to say rape.

Nick shook his head. “Guys, and no I didn’t see their faces.” He lied; chills went up his body thinking about how Chris, and his friend, had threatened him days ago about telling Jimmy.

Nick still wanted to know why they were so frightened of his boyfriend, Jimmy wasn’t a violent person.

Jimmypop nodded, leaning back in the chair, he really didn’t know what else to say to him right now.

“Jimmy?” Nick’s soft voice whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can you hug me?” he asked, his voice breaking from the tears.

“Of course, my Lil piglet.”

Nick didn’t know how long he spent crying in his boyfriend’s arms, but he knew that it felt nice; it was nice to cuddle with somebody that was always so warm.

Sniffling Nicky raised his chin from Jimmy’s chest, they were lying down now snuggled on his couch.

Jimmypop gave him one of his lop-sided trademark smirks. “Feeling any better?”

Nick gave a little shrug, and looked back to Jay’s shirt.

“I got snot on your shirt.”

“That’s fine.” Jimmypop laughed.

‘Dave would have killed me if I did that. But he’s not Dave.’ Nick had to keep reminding himself that Jimmy was nothing like his ex boyfriend, even after two months.

Clouded by his own thoughts, he didn’t realize that Jimmy had pressed his lips against his, and was moving to his jaw, down to his neck.

Nicky smiled, and gave out a little giggle, titling his head back, enjoying the feeling of Jay’s mouth on him.

“Your lips are so soft.” He murmured, and Jimmy chuckled, running his hands over Nick’s tummy, and gently shifting positions so he was on top of him.

Nick looked up at his boyfriend, biting onto his lip nervously. He always got butterflies when Jimmy moved on top of him like this.

Knowing that his face would turn red if he looked Jimmypop in the eyes, he looked over at the TV, and then to the other couches, and eventually he just closed his eyes, making it even more enjoyable.

Jimmy rocked himself slowly over Nick’s body; he pushed their hips together at one moment, and smiled at the gasp his boyfriend made from the contact.

“I want you so fucking bad right now.” Jimmypop whispered into his ear.

Nick thought he was going to faint, it still amazed him that the boy of his dreams was on him right now, whispering how much he wanted to be inside of him.

Still keeping his eyes closed tight, he ran his fingers up and down Jimmy’s back, clawing at the skin. He knew he’d have red marks later that night.

Realizing that Nicky was really getting into this, Jimmy raised himself up on one arm, and used the other to pin Nick’s wrists above his head. He still had his eyes closed, so Jimmy leaned down, and licked along Nick’s cheek, which just made them both shiver.

“Why is he shaking like that?”

“I dunno, do something.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?! You’re the one who did it. Fuck, fuck, we’re gonna get in so much trouble.”

“Make him shut up.”

“Hold him still, fucking hell! Stay still you piece of shit!”

“He’s gonna tell everybody, everybody’s gonna know.”

“I said shut the fuck up, Chris!”

“Hold his wrists, tighter! Next time he’ll think twice about who he dates.”

“No! No! Get off! Get off me!” Nick screamed, clawing at Jimmypop’s face.

Jimmypop jumped off of his thrashing boyfriend, startled and confused. Nick froze when he realized where he was, and what he had just done.

Gasping, he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Oh my God, Jimmy…I’m sorry. I didn’t…oh my God.” Was all that he could say, he pulled his knees up to his chest, confused and scared.

Where the hell did that come from? It had been months since his rape, and he never reacted like this with anybody, especially Jimmy, he trusted this boy with his life.

Nick peeked over at his boyfriend who still looked stunned and lost.

“You’re bleeding.” Nick whispered.

Jimmypop reached up to his scratched cheek, and felt the blood that Nick caused.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” He couldn’t meet Jimmy’s eyes.

Tears blurred his vision, and now he was just embarrassed to be crying, once again, in front of him and to have freaked out like that. Jimmy probably thought he was crazy, why would he want to stay with a crazy boy like him?

Nicky shook his head, getting up quickly, and trying to run to his room, but Jimmy had grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him.

“Wait, wait, its okay.” He whispered, pulling him to his body.

“No, no it’s not. I’m embarrassed, I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay.” Jimmy reassured, but he knew what happened. He had seen someone do something like that before, something that he had done just a few minutes ago had reminded Nick of his rape. Some movement that those bastards had done to him was the same.

Jimmypop hugged his boy tightly, glaring into the wall. He’d find out who had the nerve to touch his boy, and he’d tear them to shreds.

“I didn’t want it to stop, Jay.”

“Huh?”

“Just now,” Nick looked up at him. “I didn’t want to stop.” He fingering, along the end of Jimmy’s shirt.

“A-Are you sure?” Jimmy asked confused, Nick had just spazzed out on him, and he didn’t want to stop?!

“Yeah.” Nick nodded, taking his hand, and leading him up to his bedroom.

The couple got onto the bed, instantly yanking off the other’s shirt with hurry and kissing along one another’s chests, necks, anywhere that their lips and fingers could get to. Jimmy wasn’t as into it like he was before because he was too worried that Nick would freak again, that he’d do something wrong.

Nick rolled underneath him, smiling up at him giddily, and locked his arms around his neck. Jimmy rubbed their noses together smiling too.

Nicky licked his lips, and then reached out to Jimmy’s belt, unclasping it as he stared at those beautiful eyes of his. Jimmy leaned down closer, pressing harder and hearing Nick squeak from it.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“You’ll go slowly, right?” Nick asked, immaturely.

“Of course, even if that’s gonna be hard to do.” Jimmy said honestly, he had wanted to be inside Nick for so long. So he really had to focus on controlling himself.

“Are you sure about this, Nick? I mean really sure? There’s no rush.”

For a split second, Nick thought that maybe they should wait, with any other person he wouldn’t have rushed into this, especially after what Myka did. But he really wanted to do this with Jimmy; he really wanted to know what it was like with him.

“I’m positive.” Was his answer.

Jimmy’s smiled faded, confusion in his eyes.

“You’re…you’re positive? As in...?” he left off.

Nick’s eyes widened, and his cheeks blushed.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that, I meant positive, like, I was ready. Not positive as in AIDS, or any disease, I’m clean, I-I wouldn’t be having sex if I wasn’t. I mean…I’ll shut up.” He shook his head, how fucking embarrassing? Today was just full of him making a fool of himself.

Jimmypop laughed, shaking his head. “I know, I was just kidding.”

Nick hit him, rolling his eyes, and then squealed, when Jimmy snuggled his face into his neck leaving bite marks, and tickling him.

He reached down to Nick’s zipper, both of them looking down at his fingers as he slowly undid them.

“Could you go any slower?” Nick teased, so Jimmy went slower just to make him mad. “You’re annoying.”

“And you love it, so shut up, I wanna enjoy this.” He gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, and ran his hand along Nick’s sharp hipbone.

Nick chewed on his lips, his breath quickening, Jimmy’s hands were magic. Everything they did, every curve they touched made his body scream.

Jimmypop glanced up at Nick to make sure all was well, and when he saw his boyfriend chewing his lip, eyes rolled back, he knew it was more than okay. Lowering himself he gave Nick’s naval a long lick, swirling his tongue along the belly ring, and then sealing it with a kiss.

“Oh, fuck me.” Nick groaned, meaning that in both ways.

Jimmypop laughed. “Be patient.” He said, pushing his stomach back down to the bed.

“I am being patient, you’re being a tease!” he whined.

Jimmypop ran his finger along Nick’s lips, holding eye contact with him and then slid his finger into his mouth, pushing it deeper and deeper. Nick took the digit in his mouth, sucking on it slowly, making sure that Jimmy wished it was something else in his mouth instead.

“I hope that I’m not interrupting anything.” A voice said at the door.

Jimmypop’s head popped up from Nick’s hip bone that he was about to tease, a snarl appearing on his face.

“The fuck are you doing here?!”

Nick froze his eyes wide. “Davey?”

Jimmypop looked down at him quickly, eyebrow raised.

“Davey?” he asked confused, since when did they still have nicknames for each other?

Dave smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

“The one and only boys.”

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So how was it? Yeah not too great, but trust me I’ve gots lots of things up my sleeve, so please review! I was really nervous to post this b.c I didn’t want to disappoint you guys so yeah.