Look Into My Kaleidoscope of Emotions, And Feel

Title: Slippin’ Under

By LissaChan

Rating: NC-17, just to be safe

Warning(s): M/m smut, adult content and some language, OOC

Disclaimer: I do not own "Toxic", the people who wrote it for Britney Spears does. God I fucking hate her.

A/N: Just to let you know, I’m going by Local H’s version of "Toxic", you guys should download it, it’s great. They changed the lyrics and so I did, but I keep the ‘guy’ part Britney originally sings. *coughcough*lip-synchingwhore*coughcough* *throws a running chainsaw at her and enjoys her screams of agonizing pain* Oh, and there’s a bunch of OOC, since I enjoy the idea of making F-Stop already gay and lusting after Richie. *grins madly* Thought that should be a good change of pace…

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/blah/ – thoughts

F-Stop’s POV

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It all starts at a club I frequent every Friday night. This is Foley’s first time for all I know. He comes in with a group of guys and gals who look nothing like his loser buddies back at school. The guys are mostly pretty boys; all dolled up and feminine. A few of the girls are butchier than me, while a couple are totted along with the butchy girls, looking as feminine as the guys. Gays, of course. I knew the blond would finally come to his senses.

Baby, can't you see?

I'm calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous

I'm falling

He looks so hot wearing that long-sleeve black mesh belly shirt and olive green baggy pants. He even has his hair gelled into petite spikes, tips died a blue color, probably will come out within one wash. I’m intrigued to find out…

There's no escape

I can't wait

I need a hit

Baby, give me it

You're dangerous

I'm loving it

I casually leave my seat from the bar and sidle right up to him. I flash a smile I know drives girls nuts to his friends. The guys nearly clamor over Foley to get to me while the feminine girls smile shyly. The butchy girls scowl at me, probably ready to spout off about how much of a player I look and not to trust me.

Foley looks absolutely terrified of my sudden appearance. A blush spills over his cheeks, making my cock twitch in my boxers, thank God I’m wearing baggy pants.

"How fortunate to see you’ve finally joined this side of the gate, Foley." I can see he’s instantly confused. I want to kiss that pouty bottom lip he’s sticking out.

Get too high

I can't come down

Losin' my head

Spinnin' 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

"F-Stop?"

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?"

"What took you so long?"

"…What?"

I grin sideways, "Lemme guess, your loser boyfriend, Hawkins, couldn’t handle the fact you really wanted him as a boyfriend and you decided to find some new friends."

His eyes narrow at me and it’s all I can do not to make it a reality the idea of what they look like with desire in them while looking down at me as I’m giving him the best head he’s ever received, if he’s ever gotten any.

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic

I'm slippin' under

With a taste of the poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

But you know that you're toxic

So I settle for Plan B: I grab him by the front of his mesh shirt and plant one right on those lips. Smooth as velvet and warm to the touch. I run my tongue across his lower lips, tasting fruity lip-gloss he applied beforehand. He shudders under in my touch and my other hand is on his ass as I inhale deeply, squeezing and groping him. I’m moaning so loud that I know his friends can hear me over the music. One even grabs Foley and jerks him out of my hands.

And I love what you do

But you know that you're toxic

/Nice and firm./

He has this dreamy look on his face as he’s dragged away by one of the butchy girls. A few of his guy friends actually slip me their digits before following. I toss them on the floor because I already have one guy in mind: Foley. And no one will stand in my way to make him mine.

It's getting late

To give you up

I took a sip

From my devil's cup

Slowly, it's taking over me

I see him on the dance floor, having a good time with his friends. One guy to the back of him, hands on his hips and grinding behind him while another is to the front of him, arms around his neck and grinding his crotch to Foley’s. Meanwhile Foley has his arms around the guy’s waist in front of him.

Get too high

Can't come down

Losin' my head

Spinnin' 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

/Move over, boys./ I manage to hide behind a couple so my hand comes out of nowhere and grabs him by a wrist and jerks him easily out of their hold. He’s against my body and I can’t hide my eagerness to feel him against my straining hard-on.

The jolt of being moved has his hands against my chest and mine are on his slim hips. I swoop in for another delicious kiss, raking my tongue against his lips again. He moans and arms snake around my neck, pulling my closer to him. His mouth opens, granting me access to his rum-and-coke-flavored haven.

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic

I'm slippin' under

With the taste of the poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

But you know that you're toxic

My hands cover his sweet ass, groping each cheek as I nip and suckle my way down his neck. His skin is so creamy, soft and sweet from lotion. His short nails claw into my back because I’m wearing a black ribbed tank, giving him not much of challenge.

I shudder under his touch, digging my hard-on into his own.

I got love for you, too

But you know that you're toxic

Suddenly he shoves me off him and he winks at me, the smug bastard. Then he takes off toward the exit…

You know that you're toxic

…And I gleefully chase after him.

I finally catch up to him and shove him against the driver’s side of somebody’s SUV, kissing and groping, biting and nibbling, marking and kneading him. Meanwhile I wring all kinds of erotic moans and cries from him. /A vocal, my kind of guy./

His hands are in my hair and I send a brief thank-you to myself for being lazy and not styling it tonight.

Taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic

I'm slippin' under

With a taste of the poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

But you know that you're toxic

I can’t stop groping his ass; it’s a precious treasure I must have.

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic

I'm slippin' under

With a taste of the poison paradise

And I love what you do

But you know that you're toxic

There’s a motel across the street from the club, owned by the same owner of the club. The people who work there know me very well and have my credit info on file, so all I have to do is make an appearance and they have a card key ready.

But that isn’t fast enough for Foley as it seems. He has a hand in my pants, jerking me off before I have the card in my hand. Greta, the front desk woman has seen it all because of me, so this doesn’t faze her as I nearly drop the card before we leave the lobby.

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin' now

He actually catches me off guard by shoving me on the bed and climbing on top of me, straddling my cock. I prefer this position anyway and I can’t undress him fast enough so I can taste more of him.

I think I'm ready now

I think I'm ready now

He’s sucking my cock as I prepare him with fruity-scented lube I carry around for the occasion. God, I never knew he can deep throat! I’m almost ready to let him suck me off into oblivion, and his humming is driving me mad!

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin' now

He still prefers to be on top of me and I’m all for it, fucking him while gripping his hips like there’s no tomorrow. I know I’m leaving bruises, but he doesn’t seem to care either. He also seems to enjoy letting the neighbors in the next county know who exactly is screwing him to Timbuktu, and I find that incredibly hot. He’s so tight and vocal, just what I need to get me to orgasm harder than I have ever. His name escapes mine in a shout, only I realize much later that it’s his first name.

I think I'm ready now

Little did I know this is his first time, and little does he know he’s forever mine to play with.

THE END