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"It's just flowers, Henderson." Steve complained as he trudged through underbrush and weeds, following Dustin. The guy was fast for a shorter man, and Steve was already not in the best mood. He was tired, achey, and wanted to get back to campus so he could finish up his homework. "So what if they're weird?"
Dustin spun as he continued walking backwards, nearly tripping a few times over branches, looking at Steve with judgement. "Not weird, Steve - entirely undocumented and potentially dangerous. Ernest Jones from my Bio class ended up in the hospital after he was out here taking photographs. I visited him, and he barely spoke to me, barely looked me in the eyes, just told me to not touch it."
Steve's shoulders fell. "Great, of course it wants to kill people, it always wants to kill people."
"I didn't say that," Dustin corrected him, before turning back around. "We'll be fine, I brought protection, and neither on us is going to handle it like he did. We're just documenting it."
Steve quietly mocked him, mouthing along with him as he spoke. Bullshit - that's never how these things went. It was always something awful, and it usually happened to him, because Steve wasn't about to let Dustin get hurt. It didn't stop him from following Dustin, of course, no matter the cost that occurred. That kind of went hand in hand with being in love with the guy, even if Dustin was oblivious enough to not notice for the last two damn years.
"I can sense you doing that, you know." Dustin called back over his shoulder, sing song. "You're such a child sometimes."
Steve rolled his eyes, which might not have helped his case, before he saw something in the dawn light that Dustin breezed past. A few feet off the trail was a few flowers the likes of which Steve had never seen before. It had a crown of petals so bright orange, they seemed to be glowing embers in the dark green of the foliage around them. A light yellow fringe of tendrils ran from the center, hanging down as though it were a jellyfish with tentacles ready to catch any prey drifting past. In the center, it had a spotted heart that Steve had seen in lotus blossoms before, except this was nearly black, it was such a wine dark shade of red. It was beautiful, Steve thought, but he was reminded of coral snakes looking at it.
"Hey dingus," Steve called out, stopping on the deer walked path. Dustin looked back at him in mock offense, hand over his chest.
"Only Robin and Max are allowed to call me that-"
"Is that your freak flower?" Steve asked, cutting him off, pointing through the brush. Dustin blinked, squinting in a way that made Steve really wonder if Dustin needed glasses. It'd complete his whole vibe, Steve thought to himself.
"Holy shit," Dustin laughed, jogging over happily, doing a small dance. "That was easy to find! Good eyes. Okay, let's get on our gear and take a sample. Since there's a few of them, we should be able to bag an entire blossom."
Steve nodded, mumbling, 'yeah, yeah,' to himself as he grabbed his bookbag off his shoulder. Dustin had brought arm covers, gloves, tweezers and scissors - everything they'd need to avoid touching the plant, because he was smart enough to not take stupid risks. He was an idiot, however, because Dustin didn't think to bring face covering of any kind.
They were in the process of delicately cutting the head of the blossom off the stem, when it happened. Steve was facing the damn thing, holding a specimen bag open for Dustin to put the flower inside of, when a slight jostle ended with a puff of noxious looking yellow fine powder to expel from the dark center. Steve instinctively took a breath in shock as it happened, breathing in a good amount of the pollen, coughing after he realized what he'd just done. It tasted like green and lint and biscotti for some reason.
"Fuck, are you okay?!" Dustin yelled, dropping the flower into the bag unceremoniously, and letting it all fall to the ground. "Shit, shit, shit- can you breathe?!"
Steve felt like he was hacking up a lung, but eventually it stopped burning, and his heart stopped slamming against his rib cage. He looked up at Dustin slowly, face and eyes red from his hacking fit. "I want to go home, Henderson."
Dustin looked sufficiently guilty, nodding his head, though he still noticably grabbed the flower specimen bag and shoved it inside the backpack. "You feel okay, though? You look kind of flushed."
Steve exhaled, and... well, maybe. It was hard to say, to differentiate from the coughing.
"I don't know. I feel really...warm, but not hot? Kind of loose, almost like I'm high still but that should have worn off since last night. It doesn't feel bad, though, kinda nice..." Steve mused, taking in Dustin's scrunched up face of concern. "Yeah, okay, it might be doing something. Let's get back before my eyes pop out, or something." Dustin made a face at that, but as the minutes dragged on, Steve could tell something was in fact wrong with him.
He felt kind of...empty, yet full? Unpleasantly so, for both sensations, but it was hard to pinpoint. Steve scratched at the skin on the side of his neck, and made a noise in the back of his throat. It was sensitive, far too sensitive. His heart wasn't pounding insanely fast, and he could breathe fine so far, but Steve felt like his saliva was clinging to his tongue - sweet, sticky and strange. Pressure began to build in his lower stomach, and against his wishes, his cock began to fill out, twitching in his blue jeans. Weed made him a little bit horny sometimes, but not like this. He looked at Dustin with renewed interest; sure he was in love with him, but initially Steve had a hard time parsing out his feelings for him. He wasn't used to being attracted to a man, but that was long in the rearview now. His eyes were locked onto Dustin's arms, the veins on his hands, his lips, his ass. The implied hint of a bulge under the front of his shorts. Steve knew he wasn't lacking- fuck, why was he thinking like this?
Dustin was also looking Steve over as they walked back, eyes dragging up and down his body. He'd not said anything more, which was odd for Mr Motormouth, but when Steve stumbled, Dustin grabbed for his arm to keep him steady. As Steve looked up, meeting his eyes, he could pinpoint the moment something shifted between them. Dustin's pupils went from pin pricks out in the sunlight, to blown wide and black in nearly a moments notice. His posture changed too, shoulders becoming lax and low, but his body seemed tense as he stared at Steve. It felt nearly predatory, how Dustin was looking at him. The grip on Steve's arm tightened
"You smell really good..." Dustin breathed out, taking a step closer. "Sweet, you smell so sweet, like honey and caramel. I want-" Dustin seemed to pause, as he fought with himself. "What's happening to me?... I'm...I need to taste you, I'll die if I don't."
Steve could feel sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead, and his erection had grown to the point it was painful with no relief yet. His briefs felt moist inside his jeans, too sticky and hot against his sensitive skin. Did Dustin feel the same way as him? As though he was overflowing, but desperately needed to be filled. He needed something in him, someone in him, he needed to spread his- spread his what? Steve didn't understand his own thoughts, and a whine escaped the back of his throat.
"Are you in pain?" Dustin breathed out, using the hand he had on Steve's arm to push him, to guide him towards the base of a large oak. "I can fix it, I can help...God, you smell so good, like vanilla, milk, rose and jasmine. You look so beautiful, my sweet, so sweet...I want to drink you."
Beautiful? Had he been in his right mind, Steve might have taken some mild offense to that. Men weren't supposed to be beautiful, at least that's not how Steve was raised to believe. He hated getting called pretty, because it felt like he'd failed at being a son. He knew it was stupid, yet he couldn't shake the need to be the action hero, the leading man, when deep down he knew it was an act. Yet, now, that all washed away, it was nothing but a distant thought lost in the wilds - the thought of being beautiful was overwhelmingly positive to him. Yes, he was the best looking in the area, he was the prettiest, the brightest; Dustin thought so, he was going to empty him and fill him. They were going to mix together, become one, and spread their roots.
Steve used his free hand to drag down to his belt, shaking fingers pulling on the leather, the cold of the metal feeling nearly like ice on his skin. He shoved his jeans down as soon as he could get the buttons open and the zipper down, pulling his cock free from the fabric and holding it in hand. His balls were pulled up tight, and the precum dripping down from the head was... thicker than usual, and it clung to his fingers.
"Dustin," Steve whined to him, feeling more desperate than he could really ever remember experiencing. He used his other hand to tug up his sweater, revealing his stomach - the trail of hair that ran down from his belly button, the freckles and moles that dotted his skin like petals. Steve wanted him to see it all, and he felt like he'd die if he didn't get touched. "Please, I need it-"
Dustin didn't disappoint, he was on him instantly, begging for a taste. Dustin's hand gripped into Steve's hair that was starting to get too long again, pulling him harshly down so he could do something so closely resembling a kiss. Another day, Steve would have felt his heart stop over the idea Dustin wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss Dustin; but those were funny memories now, and this wasn't truly a kiss. It was consumption, as he bit into Steve's lip, running his tongue across Steve's own. He pressed in closer, until Steve was boxed in against the base of the tree, with Dustin kissing and licking into his mouth. It should have been disgusting, it was messy, drool was dripping down his chin, but Dustin was quick to lap it up.
"Delicious, I need more-" Dustin mumbled to himself, eyes glazed over. Steve wanted him to take it all from him, to rid him of this feeling. His skin felt wrong without the sun and the air on it, and Dustin was eager to help him pull his athletic sweater up and over his head. The cloth dragged over his chest, creating a new sensation that Steve had never experienced.
His nipples felt the same as the rest of him, swollen and burning with need, jolting electric with every brush against them, and with that fullness that wouldn't go away. Steve half sobbed as he leaned back against the tree trunk, arching his spine in an attempt to get his bare skin against Dustin's fingertips. His hands dragged down Steve's sides, and back up again, cupping and squeezing at his pecs. It almost hurt, and that sensation hit a peak within him as Dustin pressed in harder - and then, release.
Steve's eyes fluttered closed as a wave of relief washed over him. It wasn't much, but it happened, it helped. Dustin made a desperate noise in the back of his throat before lunging forward, head tilted down so he could pull Steve's nipple into his mouth. Then, he sucked. Steve hadn't dared look down at himself yet, but when he did, he found Dustin circling one nipple with his tongue and lips, and the other was under the careful pressure of his right thumb and forefinger - and either way, something was leaking out of him. Milky, but glistening, more viscous than breast milk should have been, had Steve been someone who should have been able to even produce such a thing in the first place.
Beads of it swelled up on his free nipple, the one not being happily lapped upon. Dustin switched places upon realizing the treat he was leaving untouched. Steve's hand gripped into the back of Dustin's curly hair, digging in and holding him in place as he drank the sugar out of him.
Steve moaned, but his cock went painfully untouched, unrelieved, as he leaked sticky precum down his shaft, clinging into his hair and onto his balls. Steve tried to rub himself, up against Dustin, which unfortunately pulled his focus away from Steve's chest. Dustin's lips were redder and swollen from sucking on Steve's breasts for as long as he was, and the idea of him wrapping those lips around the head of his cock was too much for Steve.
He thought he was going to cry when Dustin happily went to his knees, wrapped his hand around his shaft, and swallowed Steve back quickly. The heat that engulfed him had his knees weak, and he bucked his hips forward without meaning to. Dustin pulled off for a moment, coughing, before running his tongue along the head, swirling around the top, and then sucking on him once more. It was good, too good, too perfect, especially as Dustin began to bob his head, squeezing the base of his shaft at the same time. Fingers moved from there, to his testicles, rubbing and squeezing them, massaging them until Steve actually did cry out as he came.
It was thick, far more so than it should have been, and far more than it should have been. Dustin's eyes were heavy as he swallowed it down, cheeks flushed the entire time, as though he couldn't imagine anything better.
But Steve could.
Now, now he just felt empty. Too empty, Dustin had taken it all from him. Steve was already antsy as Dustin pulled off his cock, lips sticky with sweet glaze. Steve tugged on his hair, trying to pull him back up. Dustin went along with him, but Steve had to pull him away from his nipples that were puffy and leaking still.
"I'm so empty," Steve told him, and Dustin's love drunk expression shifted. He nodded intently, leaning up to kiss Steve once more. Steve could taste himself on Dustin's tongue, salt, musk, a sharp note, but ultimately it was sugar through and through. Steve enjoyed the tongue playing against his, but that wasn't what he meant. "You need to fill me, I need to be filled. I can't give you more until then."
Dustin didn't seem to understand at first, blinking hard. "Fill you... Yeah, I'll fill you. I'll give you everything. All of my seed. You're so beautiful, the most beautiful...I want to see you bloom." Dustin's fingers danced down his skin, until he reached Steve's hips, and then he gripped hard, turning Steve around until he was facing the tree trunk. Dustin pulled his hips back, forcing Steve to arch against him.
Something like warning bells went off in the back of Steve's mind, but he shushed them, willing them to go quiet. What was wrong with this? It was perfect, it felt amazing, and he was finally going to get pollinated- wait, no, he couldn't-
Steve's thoughts felt heavy, a haze that felt all encompassing; but it didn't matter, he didn't have time to think - something thick and dull was pressed up against him, in him. Dustin's head pushed into him slowly at first, going in easier than Steve would have thought possible, but Steve wasn't certain why he thought that - he was made to be filled, wasn't he? Was he? Had he done this before? He couldn't recall.
It didn't matter. He was full now.
"My sweet flower, my nectar, my beloved..." Dustin mumbled, voice as clouded as Steve's mind felt, as he pushed himself to the hilt. Steve's fingers clenched into the tree bark, head bowing down as it felt more perfect than he could have imagined. He wanted to stay like this for ever and always, stretched around him.
It was even better when Dustin began to move, rolling his hips softly at first, testing how much he could do at a time, how loudly Steve would moan at each thrust. His pace increased, hard and fast, and one hand reached under him to squeeze at a honey wet nipple. Dustin was clearly hungry again, and the pressure was beginning to build up in Steve once more, the sensation of fullness never having fully gone from him.
Wet slaps of the hips and their voices were the only thing that echoed through the forest, while birdsong was distant. Dustin groaned, slowing down, but each angle of his cock was deep and exactly where Steve needed it. He didn't last long after that, neither of them did, bodies seizing up as Dustin poured himself inside of Steve.
"I love you, I love you, I love you-" Dustin breathed out, the last twitches of his cock inside of him punctuated with each declaration.
But, Steve wasn't done yet. The nectar within him threatened to overflow once more, and Dustin needed his energy to continue. They couldn't stop until he was done blooming.
He was uncertain how much time had passed, all Steve knew, was that he came to on the ground, staring up at the afternoon sky. That didn't seem right, they'd come out here at 7 in the damn morning. What the fuck had happened? He remembered finding the flower, then accidentally inhaling a bunch of pollen or something, and then-
Steve's eyes flickered down, finding Dustin dead asleep on his chest, mouth over his heart and drooling a small spot into his chest hair - though it already looked sticky and wet down by...
"Oh god," Steve breathed out in horror, memories beginning to wash over him. They'd- over against the tree, over a log, on all fours, pressed into the moss, on his back, and now... Oh, Dustin was still half in him, though he was mostly limp and it only took a bit of jostling for him to slip out of him. The amount that began to leak out of Steve had him frozen in place.
Steve was too terrified to feel embarrassed. Dustin's eyes flickered open slowly, and he met Steve's gaze with a dumb happy smile. It didn't take long until it seemed to sink in that Steve seemed less than happy, and Dustin's brows furrowed, before he pushed up on an arm. Then, in a series of facial expressions that would have been amusing under other circumstances, Steve watched as Dustin glanced down between them, then up, then down again, and up once more, before the color drained him his face.
"Shit," Dustin breathed out, and Steve felt it in his soul. It wasn't fair that he'd met the person he felt completed him in ways he never thought possible, the person Steve couldn't imagine parting from, the man he fell in deep and desperate love with - all for it to come crushing down in the dumbest way possible. At least they'd had sex before Dustin inevitably ended their friendship.
Tears began to well up in Dustin's eyes, and Steve felt horrible.
"Dustin..." Please don't tell me how much you hated it, Steve thought to himself. Anything but that.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm so sorry, I didn't- I'm...I can't believe I did that to you, are you okay? Are you hurt- I... I'm the fucking worst. I'm so sorry." Dustin got out, voice shaking, as he pulled himself away, arms going to wrap around his knees as he made himself look smaller than he was. Like he was scared of himself. It killed Steve to see him like this.
"It's... It's okay." Steve tried to reassure him, tried to arrive at anything that wouldn't mean Dustin left him alone. "It was that flower, Dustin. It's okay. I'm okay." He'd just been fucked five ways from Sunday, and repeatedly had his soul removed from his body through his dick, but he was okay. "Dustin, you didn't hurt me... I'm okay. Seriously, don't-"
"I raped you," Dustin snapped, the words leaving his mouth before he could help them. As soon as they did, he looked as though he'd been burned by them. Steve let out a shaky breath, whispering out a small, no. "I did- I... Even if it was the flower, I should have known better, I shouldn't have made you come with me. I'm so stupid, I- I never wanted to do this, not like this."
Steve reached for him, because nothing hurt him more than seeing Dustin hurt. It ripped him apart inside, and the idea of Dustin avoiding him again had him half sick. "I'm okay, Dustin. Please don't-"
"I love you so much, and I hurt you." Dustin got out, tears dripping down his cheeks. "I wanted you so badly, that the second I had the chance, I just went with it. I didn't try to fight it at all. That was on me, Steve, I should have fought it."
Steve's brain came screeching to a stop. "You...wanted me?"
The look of pain on Dustin's face was answer enough. "...For so long."
"Oh," Steve said, staring at him, before a bubble of laughter built up in his chest. It escaped, and Dustin was left confused and startled as Steve doubled over, nude as he was born, laughing in the middle of the woods behind the college campus. "We're so dumb, dude."
"What?" Dustin asked, still looking on the verge of tears.
"I'm in love with you too, dumbass." Steve said, smiling at him. "Next time we have sex though, I'd prefer it not being where ants can crawl on me."
Dustin looked at him with wide, tear red eyes, for a good long time, before he scrambled forward once more, knocking Steve back down into the ground, kissing him firmly.
Well, maybe once more with the ants watching would be fine.