T h e U s u a l S u s p e c t s
This short story uses two characters of "The Usual Suspects" movie and refers to the moment when Verbal comes to Edie Finneran's place trying to persuade Keaton to take part in New York's Finest Taxi Service heist. And, well, it's just a fantasy, it has nothing to do with what really happened there.
I love this movie!!! I hope nobody sees this story as disrespectful
"I am not knocking you," Verbal said quickly, "You look like you've got a good little scam going with this lawyer..."
At the very moment Keaton hit him in the stomach. Verbal gave out a short "Oh!" He gasped in pain, pressing his right hand to his belly - whether he tried to cover it in case of another punch or he just held the sore place. Terror flickered in his eyes. He continued hurriedly:
"You say it's the real thing? That's cool!"
Keaton watched him with amusement mixed with disgust.
"Who you think you are, shit?!" he almost spat the words. "You come here with your stinking proposals! Well, you fish for troubles - you'll have them!"
He grasped Verbal by the shoulders.
"Keaton, please," Verbal was breathless. "Don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you?" Keaton cracked a sarcastic smile. "You don't know what it mean - hurt!"
He slammed Verbal into the wall and leant upon him. His hips were pressed to Verbal's abdomen while he was staring into Verbal's eyes. Keaton felt his cock coming to life.
"Stupid bitch!" he hissed slapping Verbal's face. Verbal's head dangled and he froze up gazing sideways. His light-brown eyes became sad - as if he already knew what was going on, as if it was usual for him - and he resigned to whatever it was.
A rush of desire went through Keaton's body. He pressed his hard-on to Verbal's stomach wondering if he felt it.
Then he took Verbal's face in his palms and turned it to himself.
"Look at me," he said in sotto voce. Verbal obeyed - his beautiful transparent eyes looked into Keaton's just for a moment, then were cast down again - as if he couldn't stand this direct stare. He was panting.
"I want you to kneel," Keaton said through his teeth. "Hey! C'mon!" he snapped his fingers. "Do you hear me? I want you on your knees!"
"I'm sorry, Keaton..." Verbal started. Keaton put pressure upon his shoulder. He didn't want to hit him again. Verbal awkwardly moved down, falling on his knees. Keaton helped him, holding him by his good arm. Now his hard-as-rock was on the level of Verbal's face. Keaton pushed it to his lips.
"I want you to suck me, you cunt," he said threateningly. "Do it! Do it now! Unzip me!"
Verbal flattened himself against the wall. His eyes had the strangest expression - part fear, part contempt. Keaton saw him biting his lower lip. "I'm not here for..." he tried to say. Keaton grabbed his shoulders and shook him cruelly.
"Shut up, you freak!" he gave way to his rage. "I'll kill you, you fuckin' idiot!"
"Okay, okay!" Verbal was broken. He trembled violently in Keaton's hands. Keaton drew himself up and stood still, waiting. Verbal's fingers fumbled with the fly on his trousers. He didn't put on boxers - after his morning session with Edie - and when Verbal released his cock, it pierced the air freely, in all its 7,5-inch beauty.
"Take it," Keaton ordered. He put his hand on the back of Verbal's head and pulled to himself.
Verbal just let Keaton's cock into his mouth - and immediately Keaton shoved it all the way into Verbal's throat. He gagged.
What patience one must have with him, Keaton thought exasperated. He backed a little giving Verbal possibility to breathe. Verbal was coughing, catching his breath. He looked so miserable, suddenly Keaton felt a fit of compassion.
"Easy, easy," he patted Verbal's face, moved his fingers upon his lips. "Lick it! Take it in your mouth, all to the root! Adjust yourself to it!"
Verbal obeyed. His eyes were fixed on Keaton's as he ran his tongue along Keaton's penis, then put his lips around its head. He started sucking diligently, moving his embracing lips along Keaton's cock.
Keaton smiled with contentment.
"You are going to like it, you fuckin' cocksucker," he couldn't help laughing.
Verbal slowed down. He probably was tired and his mouth was sore. But it was not the way Keaton was going to allow him to do it. He abruptly pressed Verbal's head to his crotch, feeling the tip of his cock setting against Verbal's throat. Without paying attention to his moans Keaton pumped his throat with deep powerful thrusts. He felt Verbal's head trying to escape his firm hand - but no way.
"I'm to get it as I like it," Keaton whispered. He was pre-cuming.
Suddenly he jerked his cock out of Verbal's mouth. Verbal gasped in relief. He raised his hand to his hurt mouth. But Keaton didn't feel like giving him time to rest. Seizing him by the good arm, he roughly got Verbal up and pushed him into the room. Verbal stumbled on the stairs, probably would fall if Keaton didn't support him.
He pushed Verbal to the settee and swung him face to himself.
"What..." Verbal tried to say. Keaton hushed him covering his mouth with his hand.
"What do you want? Edie here?" he looked to the back of the apartment. "No, I don't think so."
Verbal slipped in silence. He looked so distressed, his lovely face pale, defenseless. Keaton smiled wearily. Holding Verbal in embrace with his left hand, he moved his fingers over his face, passed them over his silky brows, then his cheeks. He went downwards, over his chest, until he found the fly on Verbal's pants. He felt Verbal strained.
Slowly, playfully, Keaton unzipped the fly and dipped his hand into Verbal's underwear. Verbal winced.
"What are you afraid of?" Keaton's voice was teasing. "Do you think you have there something I don't?"
He was caressing his basket. Verbal didn't have hard-on, Keaton noticed, but it was all right, he didn't mind. His own erection was almost hurting him, not a bit softened during this entire prelude. Verbal bit his lip when Keaton's hand moved to his balls and squeezed them. It was not really pain but waiting of it that filled his eyes with this torment. Keaton couldn't stop enjoying the expression, the fear of being hurt. His palm was making a fist on Verbal's balls, massaging them.
Verbal gave out a soft moan - however, it was not so much of pain as of excitement. Keaton chuckled when feeling his cock growing. He moved his palm to Verbal's cock and stroke it along all its length. Verbal held his breath. Keaton went on rubbing his cock, patting it. He moved his hand under Verbal's shirt, running his nails over Verbal's chest, lightly scratching him, fingering his chest hair. He touched his nipples, pinched and twisted them, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger.
Verbal licked his lips with his lovely pinkish tongue. It was almost too much for Keaton. He hastily put his mouth on Verbal's and kissed him deeply. Verbal staggered. His good arm went around Keaton's neck - he tried to steady himself. Keaton chuckled into his mouth, still French-kissing him - it looked like a real embrace.
His mouth was sweet and a little salty because of Keaton's own pre-cum. Keaton lingered on this taste, enjoyed it, then licked Verbal's soft lips with the tip of his tongue. He was visibly shaken, Verbal, trembling, breathing unevenly. Keaton hugged his head between elbows, smiling, touched Verbal's forehead with his own. He was laughing blandly.
Then he sharply turned Verbal around and threw him on his stomach on the back of the settee. Verbal's hand clasped the drapery. Keaton grabbed his pants and pulled them down. Verbal didn't utter a sound, nor he tried to resist. It was just a sensation that was coming from him - of his humiliation to be exposed, his vulnerability.
Taking his time, Keaton ran his hand along the cheeks of Verbal's ass. His forefinger touched Verbal's anus - tender, velvety. He felt Verbal tensed. Keaton licked the tip of his finger and tried it in. No go.
"You'd better relax," he advised with the slightest trace of menace in his voice. Okay, it's his choice if he won't listen to the words! He moved his finger in. Verbal flinched. Holding him, Keaton started working his finger inside Verbal's ass. Tight he was! How he shits, Keaton wondered absent-mindedly. Well, his sphincter probably was contracting because of him being afraid.
He added one more finger, jabbing and rotating them both. Verbal was quivering - and still Keaton knew it was not enough. But he couldn't wait, his cock couldn't wait a blink longer. He withdraw his fingers and got his cock ready moisturizing it with his pre-cum.
Then he shoved it into Verbal's ass.
He didn't scream, just got weak in Keaton's arms. Did he pass out because of pain? Keaton put his hand on Verbal's mouth and thrust his cock deeper, stretching the walls of his rectum. Waves of bliss were coursing through his body. He stopped for a moment, rocking Verbal in his arms. No, he was conscious. His hand grasped Keaton's fingers. Amazing it was - that he reached for support, for a touch of humanity to the very person who was hurting him. A flood of tenderness inundated Keaton.
"It'll be over," he whispered into his ear. "It'll be soon, soon over."
He started moving again - a muffled moan escaped Verbal's lips through Keaton's palm pressed to his mouth. With his other hand Keaton reached for Verbal's crotch.
He still was hard. It gladdened Keaton. He embraced his cock in his palm and went on pumping it. He felt Verbal's breath on his hand as he sighed in submission and enjoyment. Keaton moved his palm on Verbal's cock in the same rhythm with the thrusts his own cock was giving to his ass. A few drops of pre-cum appeared on Verbal's cock.
Thinking about it - and that he hardly would make a noise now - Keaton warily took his hand from Verbal's mouth. He was startled with the sensation of wetness. Surprised, he ran his hand over Verbal's face. He felt his wet lashes - tears still were running from his eyes.
"Oh, baby," Keaton was moved. Kissing his neck, he said softly. "It's not so bad after all, is it? Hey!"
He felt a flow of delight. He was close, almost here. Almost. A little more.
And he knew Verbal was close, too.
"No, wait! We don't want to spoil Edie's furniture, do we?"
Verbal cummed. Keaton was just in time to catch his load. He laughed when felt the cum wetting his fingers, his palm, slippery. He brought hand to his mouth and licked it. Its taste made his testicles to extract the semen. In short jerking movements Keaton shot his sperm into Verbal's rectum. He felt his cum leaving his body - he grunted and growled with delight, with almost unbearable enjoyment. The last drops he squeezed from his balls and his cock became limp.
He stayed in for some more seconds. Then lazily uncoupled from Verbal who was stock-still and silent. Keaton slowly took his cock away and zipped while Verbal was fumbling, making himself neat, his hands were slightly shaking. He took two careful steps to the stairs and sat down there.
"You okay?" Keaton's words bore a trace of remorse.
"I'll be all right."
"Well, I'm sorry," he made a helpless gesture.
"Forget it," Verbal's voice was abrupt. "I'll probably shit blood tonight," he added.
Keaton made a little laugh.
"How are they going to do it?" he sat down near to Verbal.
"McManus wants to go in shooting. I said no way..."
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