Title: Innocent Ass Grabbing.

Author: Kristina Q.

Disclaimer: None of them are mine! So unfair *cries* I want Jesse! Dammit!

Distribution: Anywhere you want. Just ask me.

Warning: Profanity, male/male non-consensual graphic sex.

Rating: NC-17.

Spoilers: This takes place right after the free-for-all match at In Your House 15: A Cold Day In Hell, 11 - 05 - 1997. You have to watch it! Billy groped Jesse’s butt when he pinned him! *w00t*

Notes: Jesse James POV.

Fuck that Rockabilly guy anyway! He won the match and so what? It was nothing. Just a simple match. And it was even a free-for-all! Not even a real part of the damn show! Fuck it all, I’m gonna kick his ass next time!

But if it was nothing then why the hell am I so pissed off then?

I sigh heavily and pull off my shirt. I need to take a shower to get rid of at least some of my anger. I really need that right now.

Quickly I strip myself and step into the showers. The sound of the pouring water is somewhat comforting at the moment. The water droplets feels warm against my skin. Too warm. I adjust the temperature a bit until it’s perfect.

Feeling the water trickle over my exposed body, I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of it. Gently touching my skin.

Someone abruptly pushes me against the cold tiled wall, a hand covering my mouth to silence me. I struggle to get free, feeling his arm wrapping around my waist as he presses his body against my own. I whimper, the sound muffled by his hand. I can feel his bulge pressing against my opening. I know who he is!

“Shhh… it’s only me…” he whispers in my ear before nipping the lope, drawing another whimper from me. Struggling again, I desperately try to escape his strong grip but he only tightens his arm around me, pushing me harder against the wall.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this!” he trails his lips along a curve of my neck, licking and sucking until he has left a dull red mark. He then removes his hand from my mouth. “Please… Billy, don’t do this…” I plead, my voice a bare whisper. I can hear him chuckle. Much to my surprise he lets go of me.

“I know you like it so quit bitching!” his fingers slides down my back and I can’t suppress a gasp. I don’t want this to happen. I don’t wanna react this way. “You’ll like it… you always do! You weren’t complaining last time.”

I didn’t want it to happen last time and not this time either! But it feels so damn good…

“Billy…” I whimper again, feeling his fingers kneading my buttocks. Fuck, he’s kneeling behind me now. “Shut up,” is all he says.

I moan hoarsely, my back arching when I feel a slick tongue glide over my entrance. He repeats the caress several times and I can’t help but let out a whimper of disappointment when he stops. Seconds later he’s standing again. I turn my head to gaze at him and he instantly takes advantage of it, capturing my lips, kissing me roughly, not caring where his tongue has just been.

I can taste blood now. My own. My lower lip has cracked due to the intensity of the kiss. I tear my lips from his, a sharp gasp emitting from me when I feel a finger pushing into me. My hips jerk back as his finger pushes deeper and harder into me, finger-fucking me at an agonizingly slow pace!

His finger strokes over my prostate, my body twitching hard as I groan loudly. Oh, God it feels so good! Why does it have to feel so good? I don’t want it but I need it. I hate him but love the things he can do to me…

He withdraws his finger, his teeth gracing my neck before resting both his hands on my hips.

I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain when his erection enters me. I tense involuntarily, a harsh noise being ripped from my throat. I gasp as he begins to move in me, pushing deeper with every thrust. It hurts but it’s so good!

He doesn’t care if he’s hurting me, thrusting harder with each passing second. I don’t care right now either. I just want him to fuck me. I need this. I need the pain. I need the pleasure.

I sob brokenly as he speeds up his tempo slightly and I grab his hand and lead it to my throbbing cock, guiding his fingers along the hard flesh with a desperate ferocity. I want him to make me come! I want him to fuck me harder! Until I scream…

He growls harshly, pushing harder into me, pumping my cock faster before I feel him spill his seed in me. It’s too much for me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my entire body tensing before I cry out and I come harder than I’ve ever done before. My vision blanks briefly and I gasp for air.

My body slumps wearily back against his heaving chest, hot burst of air touching my neck. Seconds later he pulls out of me, abandoning me in the shower.

I don’t even wanna waste time by glance at him. I know what is gonna happen now.

“That was fucking good!” he chuckles, his breath still not normal, “Next time…” he grins before quickly wiping himself down with my towel and then starts getting dressed. He’s gone just as quickly as he arrived…

I close my eyes. Why the hell did I let this happen again? Why do I keep letting him do this to me? I don’t have any feelings for him! Do I? I sigh and start walking out of the showers. I wince slightly, looking down at the tiled floor. The water is faintly decorated by a red color. Blood. He made me bleed.

I can’t help but smile at that. I hate him so much, but yet he’s the only one who can give me what I need. I guess I do need him…

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The End

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