Inside-Out

[ibonekoen]

Okay, let's see if this post goes a little better. And I just realized I forgot to give you guys a rating on this story. Might as well go ahead and say it's NC-17. There's mostly a solo act right now, but the really good slashy stuff will come later. ^_^

And I forgot to mention this is in response to the Offspring songfic bunny off the Tweaked site.



So it ain’t long until I’m listening to loud music, smoking a joint, and whacking off. Move over Prozac - I’ve got Lubriderm. And that fucking song from the Offspring comes on, you know the one: I Want You Bad or something. Anyway, the lyrics are pretty appropriate for that nerdy little shit with the involuntary come-fuck-me-raw eyes.

If you could only read my mind
You would know that things between us
Ain’t right
I know your arms are open wide
But you’re a little on the straight side
I can’t lie
Your one vice
Is you’re too nice
Come around now can’t you see

The blood’s rushed from my head. I’m not in control of my thoughts. Especially with that fucking song going, and me stoned. I get kind of gay when I’m stoned. Okay, maybe not gay, so much as I’d fuck a poodle if I thought it’d like it.

I want you
All tattooed
I want you bad

Complete me
Mistreat me
Want you to be bad

If you could only read my mind
You would know that I’ve been waiting
So long
For someone almost like you
But with attitude, I’m waiting
So come on

Casey’d be pretty hot if he cut loose. Lost control. If he was more than Delilah’s faithful little puppy, trailing along after her, hoping for a kind word. Mmmmmmm yeah. I want him. I want him to be a fucking Rottweiler. To stand up for himself for once and fight back when Gabe and his posse starts fucking with him. I want to see him bite back when Delilah tries to crush him under her boot. That’d be hot. Fuck him inside out hot. Beside him, on top of him, under him, he can take his pick.

But under him would be nice. My drug-fueled porno trip would love to see Casey dominate me. Act on instinct. Pure, raw sexuality unleashed. I’d love to switch personas with him, let him be the jerk while I get to be the wide-eyed innocent again, all the while knowing that it’s me that’s corrupting him, making him go wild. I’m suddenly convinced there’s a bad boy trapped inside him somewhere, because he’s me inside out.

Oh fuck that’d be hot.

I stroke myself harder, fueled by song lyrics and thoughts of Dominant Casey.

I want you
In a vinyl suit
I want you bad

Oh god, Casey in a vinyl suit. Big blue eyes and a vinyl suit. And a whip! Oh fuck yeah, that’s making me throb! Casey’s got fire, see. Buried as deep as I’d like to be buried in him. Every now and then, Gabe or one of the other football jocks will push Casey just hard enough and he’ll lash out, usually with sarcasm. It usually guarantees he’ll be plummeted hard enough that the fire is stamped out.

I want to push him just hard enough that fire rages into an inferno that can never be put out, no matter how hard somebody tries. I know just how I’d do it too. This is the great thing about drugs: things seem totally simple.

Complicated
X-rated
I want you bad

I’d throw the little tease over my shoulder and carry him kicking and screaming out to my car. I’d throw him into the passenger seat, jump behind the wheel and peel out of the parking lot.

Don’t get me wrong
I know you’re only being good
But that’s what’s wrong
I guess I just misunderstood

I’d drive to my house. I’d carry him -- still kicking and screaming -- inside, up the stairs and to my bedroom, then throw him down on the bed. Then I’d slowly strip him naked and tie him to the bed and then sit back and watch him, just to see what he’ll do.

I want you
All tattooed
I want you bad

Okay, maybe not so slowly. I’ll rip his fucking clothes off. Yeah. That’s better. Oh fuck I’m getting close.

Complicated
X- rated
I want you bad

Then, when I’m tired of watching him, I’ll fuck him, hard and fast. He’ll be on his back, staring up at me, wantonly writhing beneath me, scratching, biting, losing control.

I mean it
I need it
I want you bad

Oh fuck yeah! I want him bad! I want Casey so. Fucking. Bad.

Driven by that fantasy, I cum harder than I have in a really long time. I go limp, sticky and panting, listening to the song end.

In the moment of silence before the next track, I start giggling.