Paramnesia

Title: Paramnesia

Author: RockabillySaint

Pairing: Steve/Ted

Warning: fairly graphic male/male sex

Summary: Steve doesn’t know who he is anymore.

Note: My first Cruising fic, and damn it took long enough. I’ve always wanted to write for this movie but never really got an idea until recently. Hope you enjoy :)

And thanks to my buddy Heather for the title. YOU ROCK.
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He had Ted pushed into the mattress, his small body trembling and arching into him. He kept saying his name over and over, John, oh god John. But he wasn’t John, he was Steve.

Or was he?

Right now he was John - he had a man underneath him, his lithe body hard and his dick trapped between them.

Steve would never do this.

You ever have your cocked sucked by a man?

You have the wrong guy.

Look at him now.

The job was getting to him. You don’t go cruising sex clubs and walk away unaffected. The first few times he could handle it, but the more he went the more he liked it. He’d get hard at the very thought of it, the moaning and writhing and sweating too much until he had to run to Nancy before he did something he’d regret. And here he was anyway, Ted panting and grabbing his shoulders so hard it hurt. But Ted was vulnerable and pure and everything those other men weren’t. He wanted to protect this kid, to kiss his lips until they were red and fuck him until he couldn’t think straight.

Steve never used to have thoughts like this.

Shit, he said, so close to coming and he hadn’t even done anything yet. Ted smiled up at him and ran a hand down his cheek.

This isn’t your first time is it?

No, he lied. Ted laughed and gently shoved him off, reaching over to the night-stand and rummaging around for something. Steve blinked and watched as Ted withdrew a bottle of lube. His heart skipped a beat. This was for real. He was really going to do this. And God help him he was excited.

Clear liquid poured over Ted’s fingers, and Steve almost came when Ted reached down and started fucking himself. In and out of the tight orifice, the man moaning and the slick sound of penetration ringing in Steve’s ears.

You ready?

Y-yeah, I’m ready.

He replaced those teasing digits with his cock, and Christ it was tight but it felt better than anything he’d experienced. Hot like a furnace and pulsating around the length of him, pushing and pulling until he was pounding into Ted. He tried to think of Nancy, tried to think of her pretty mouth and small breasts and breathy voice but all he could picture was Ted and how Ted had a perfect body and curly hair and had his strong legs wrapped around his torso.

I wish I could do something for you, he’d said. He sure as fuck was now. Taking Ted’s mind off his shit apartment and dead-beat boyfriend, latching onto his mouth to muffle the scream as he came between them. Hot semen over their bellies, the slick friction matching the feel of the act and he climaxed soon after, crying Ted’s name and shoving against him until nothing was left.

He rolled off Ted and stared at the ceiling, their exerted gasps filling the room and he closed his eyes. Christ, he said. Goddamn.

Ted rolled over and slung an arm across his chest, head resting lightly on his shoulder. Thank you for that. Steve nodded and tangled a hand in Ted’s hair. Yeah, he said, no problem.

And that was the scary part. It wasn’t.