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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Metropolis_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Tulsa/Beaverton
  Character:
      Tulsa, Beaverton
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Tulsa's_actually_a_girl, Crossdressing, For_pretty_much_her
      whole_life, Oral_Sex, Post-Coital_Cuddling, Beaverton's_subconscious
      argues_with_him, A_lot_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-05 Words: 2410
****** We Fall Apart ******
by HeWhoReadsFanfiction
Summary
     Beaverton finds Tulsa crying. He decides to comfort the other,
     younger city. The comforting turns into more, and Tulsa is not
     everything he seems to be.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Time is evasive; it loops around and around and events happen so quickly that,
without a scribe or recorder of history, it is forgotten and forces you to
either remember... or be found amnesiatic and confused. Such was the current
plight Beaverton faced as he held the sobbing city to his chest, allowing the
small ginger to dampen his shoulder with tears. He didn't know why Tulsa was
crying, but what the taller, heterochromatic-eyed city did know was that that
was not supposed to happen. And what is a man to do when the one he loves (more
or less, Beaverton mused) is crying? Well, friends do make the best lovers.
It was a short, chaste kiss, one fueled by affection and love rather than raw
desire. Beaverton pulled away hastily after seeing the jade eyes a mere inch
away go wide in shock. "I-I'm sorry Tulsa, I'm not sure what I was thinking
there." He apologized quickly, mumbling half the words and looking away
ashamedly as his cheeks were dusted with light pink. The Oregon native heard a
short laugh before he felt his cheek held in the smaller, skinnier city's palm.
Tulsa leaned up and kissed the older teen, his breath mingling with Beaverton's
in the intimacy. The once-institutionalized city pulled away just as the other
began to reciprocate, smiling lightly. "I dunno why you're sorry and shit. It
was a pretty good kiss in my opinion." Beaverton shrugged as the blood creeped
more heavily back into his cheeks, turning them a pale shade of red. "Well, can
I have a second try?" This time it was the thinner teenager's turn to blush,
his pale skin flushing in twenty percent embarrassment, eighty percent
anticipation. He leaned forward and up as the taller city remaneuvered him into
his lap, meeting the thin, soft lips halfway. The pair sat there for a moment,
simply experimenting and judging each other's reactions as they kissed. It
wasn't long before experimentation turned into passion, Tulsa's tongue reaching
out and flicking at Beaverton's lips, sending a tiny shudder down the taller
city's spine and straight to his groin. He opened his mouth further, allowing
the small pink muscle to explore his mouth, tasting every nook and cranny of
the moist cavern. It was ecstasy for Beaverton, a certain pleasure that flowed
through his lips and mouth and down his body in waves. It was only when he felt
a light scraping on his lower lip that he realized the subtle request to return
the sensation. His own tongue flared to life and darted past Tulsa's, doing the
same as the younger city had done before. The tall, lanky city thought he'd
climax right there and then when Tulsa began sucking on the foreign muscle,
smiling against his lover's lips. Beaverton's tongue began traveling and
investigating, relishing every millimeter he was given.
Until he felt the taste of steel on the tip of his tongue. That's when every
bit of pleasure he felt before deaden in his nerves. His tongue flicked out the
small piece of metal and plastic, catching it in his palm just as Tulsa's eyes
went wide in shocked terror. Bronze and blue stared into jade as he held it up,
looking it over briefly before looking back into Tulsa's eyes. "Beavs, I-
" Tulsa covered his mouth when a feminine voice came out, his face blanching in
fear. "Tulsa, what is this?" He kept his voice calm, trying to keep from
letting the panic or anger bleed through. The other city looked down, remaining
mute. With no answer, in a spike of brazen fearlessness, Beaverton reached down
between the smaller city's legs, palming him through his boxers. Tulsa's head
rolled back and he let out a breathy groan. Beaverton pulled his hand away as
if he had just touched fire, and his palm was damp. "Tulsa, you're a girl?!"
Ashamed, the smaller city nodded, her head hanging low. "Why didn't you tell
me? I thought we were friends!" Beaverton felt his face grow hot in anger as he
glared down at the petite, thin female in his lap. In a whirl, everything
suddenly clicked. The bullying in his (her, the young man reminded himself)
earlier years, how shrill and high pitched Tulsa had sounded over the phone
directly after Boston's murder, and most of all how feminine the ginger had
looked after he (she, damn it) returned from the asylum. In the days after that
she had been little more than a wisp flitting about the house silently, almost
like a stalking butler ready to come upon hearing her name. "Who else knows?"
It was more statement than question, as if a command instead of a request.
"Only Richmond and... Baton Rouge." Beaverton could hear the tinge of pain in
that last sentiment. Baton Rouge had been the one of the few to truly know
Tulsa, besides Richmond. The Oregonian took a deep breath and tilted up Tulsa's
small, feminine chin. "Can we start over? I messed up and I'm sorry about
that." Silent once more, she nodded, looking up with saddened, fearful yet
hopeful green eyes. It was one of the few times that Beaverton allowed himself
to become lost in the vibrancy of the hue. There were small flecks that almost
looked gold in the ever-looping and intertwining coils of jade, and it was
almost enough to take his breath away. But he reserved that privilege for other
aspects of Tulsa's body. Their lips drifted together again and Beaverton saw,
or rather felt, the softness, the pliancy of his younger lover's skin in new
light. At first the petite city merely clung to her taller first-time, gripping
his shoulders: after that Tulsa's hands began to roam, especially along
Beaverton's spine and his ribs. The Oregon native shivered at the sensation,
rolling his head back to let out a sigh. In that moment, the Oklahoman pressed
his lips (Jesus Beaverton, get it toget-ohhh~) to the older teenager's throat,
lapping and sucking and kissing and nipping and tonguing until Beaverton was
positive that he was going to have to wear a turtleneck for days. But world-be-
damned if anyone thought he would have any regrets.
It was at this point that he snuck a hand up Tulsa's teal sweater, taking note
of the lack of a bra before gripping the barely-there mound that proved he was
a she, a fact well hidden by the baggy clothing the ginger-haired young woman
wore. The gasp she let out was pretty much pornographic in how it sent a
blazing shock straight to the Oregonian's groin. He gave another experimental
knead, looking up to gauge the reactions he got. Her skin had flushed from her
cheeks down to her shoulders, lighting up the ivory freckle-flecked skin with
pink. Beaverton halted his ministrations to lay Tulsa down on her back, as well
as to roll the heavy cotton sweater off of her chest, exposing her beautifully
lean body as well as the slight rise of her breasts. He stared down at the
smooth expanse of skin, mapping out places to kiss and nip as well as places to
avoid, like the hypersensitive spot under her third rib on the ginger's left
side. Blue and bronze eyes met jade as the petite teenager blushed harder,
turning her head to the side to avoid the gaze. The silence was broken by a
loud, shaky moan as Beaverton latched onto one of Tulsa's nipples, swirling his
tongue around the hardening bud of flesh. The sensation was driving him (HER
DAMMIT) insane; nary a single coherent word escaped her lips as she writhed and
panted underneath the older, taller city's touch. Her boxers were now fully
soaked through as the Oregonian began trailing kisses and nips down the
Oklahoman girl's body, leaving the last one just above the hem of the now-damp
undergarments. Another moment of boldness overcame Beaverton as he pulled down
said clothing with his teeth, leaving it dangling loosely from one of the young
woman's dainty feet. He looked down at the absolute proof that Tulsa was
female, gingerly running a fingertip down the manicured, quarter inch wide
rectangular strip of copper hair half an inch above her heat. He glanced up
after Tulsa had let out a frustrated growl, locking gazes with the obviously
eager teenage girl. "Don't make fun of me for it, I just like it oka- ah!" She
interrupted herself with a gasp as Beaverton placed a kiss in the midst of the
short, thin curls; a signal that showed he loved every inch of Tulsa, no matter
how strange or incriminating. "I'm not judging." He stated, looking up through
his bleached bangs as he took a tentative lick.
The reaction was instantaneous.
"Shitfuckohgodmotherfuckdamnohfuck~!" She moaned and swore all in one breath,
the smooth curve of her back constricting in on itself as she arched off of the
bed and into the air. The lanky elder teen shot the younger an irritated glance
before holding down her hip with one hand, preventing any further interruptions
to his ministrations. Without a moment's hesitation the light pink muscle
delved deeper into the Oklahoman's core, causing her to flat out moan in
delicious ecstasy. He lapped at the trapped liquid inside of her, relishing in
the odd sweet and salty taste. Beaverton unbuckled his own jeans with one hand
as he swirled his tongue inside of her, pulling his pants and boxers off to
begin getting himself off. He pumped his member quicker as Tulsa began to cry
out, probably waking up the neighbors with her pleasured moans. They were both
nearing their respective climaxes when the Oregonian's tongue retreated from
the moist heat between the young teenage woman's legs, causing her to groan in
frustration. Regrettably, he let go of himself as well, choosing to nudge her
pale thighs open and stroke at them gently, caressing the hot skin. "This could
hurt a little." He whispered to her as Beaverton carefully positioned himself,
watching Tulsa cover her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater. But the sound
made when he pushed in surprised him, as well as the sudden impossible
tightness as the pale Oklahoman underneath him threw back her head and moaned,
her thighs shuddering next to Beaverton's. "Did you just-?" "Yeah~" Tulsa
sounded breathless as she nodded, her eyes closed while she rode out the
orgasm. "Is it alright if I move?" Another ecstatic nod and Beaverton slowly
moved forward and inward, gauging the reactions from the girl below. She rolled
her head back again, mewling and keening into him as her scarred calves wrapped
around his waist instinctively, preventing him from pulling out. "Should I get
a co-" "Don't bother with that. Period started yesterday." He grimaced before
remembering that the shower had been running a mere fifteen minutes before the
young Oklahoma woman broke out sobbing. He gave another careful thrust and
groaned, delighting in the constrictive, wet, warm sensation. The beaver-loving
city placed a gentle hand on Tulsa's waist as he began pushing in and out at a
quicker pace, turning both into moaning messes. He accidentally slipped his
hold and thrust in again, making Tulsa see stars as the end of his length
jabbed straight into her pearl. The moan she let out that time was beyond
pornographic and sent both of them into a sex-drunken scrabble to get more. It
took only three additional thrusts in the same spot to finish her off, turning
the petite city into a writhing, panting mess for the second time that night.
Four more after that and Beaverton felt his legs turn to jelly underneath him,
a throaty moan leaking out from his lips as his seed leaked into his lover. He
collapsed beside Tulsa as they both lay on his orange sheets, panting, sweaty
messes.
The two cities recuperated for a while, the smaller of the pair holding her
eyes closed and taking in deep, gasping breaths of oxygen. Her pale skin was
slick and glistening with sweat, and her coppery curls had stuck to her
forehead. She still looked flushed from the blissful experience, and her eyes
had never looked so full of life as they gazed at each other. It was the
Oklahoman's turn to examine the other as they twined their fingers together,
taking careful note of the way Beaverton's bleached, tangerine hued bangs clung
to his brow in a way not dissimilar to her own. Her jade orbs traveled down,
examining the twin piercings in the Oregonian's lower lip. The smaller, thinner
city trailed her hand along the path her eyes had followed. A thin, feminine
thumb caressed the black studs in Beaverton's lips, carefully stroking the
flesh. She worked up something to say, preferably witty, but all that came out
was "Hey." Smooth Tulsa, real smooth. The other teen smiled and pulled her
close, pressing their chests together and cuddling on top of the sheets. "Hey."
He replied, kissing her forehead. "Ya wanna get under the covers or sumthin'?"
A smile flashed across the heterochromia-afflicted city's face as he picked up
the petite young woman and pulled her under the bright orange blankets with
him, pressing the pair of bodies flush against each other. Tulsa buried her
face into the crook of Beaverton's neck, inhaling his scent before placing a
gentle kiss directly on his pulse. He smelt of pumpkin spice and coffee, both
of which were aromas that the younger city enjoyed greatly. She sighed when the
teenage young man pushed his lips against her head, and she curled up into him
as she began to drift off. "Tulsa?" "Hm?" "Does this mean we're a thing?" A
moment of silence, achingly painful for Beaverton as he waited for a reply.
"Yeah, I'm thinkin' it does." He felt a smile against his neck as a pair of
legs intertwined with his, soft skin brushing up against softer skin as the two
tangled up into each other. "In other words Beavs, I love you." 'Beavs' felt a
slight fluttering in his chest at the sentiment, and rushed to return it,
opening his mouth only to end up speaking to an unconscious teenage girl. He
smiled affectionately and placed a kiss on Tulsa's brow, causing her to also
smile in her sleep. "I love you too Tulsa." And then he wrapped his arms around
the petite, soft figure next to him, holding her gently and protecting her
throughout the night.
End Notes
     Written to "Sober" by Tool, "Dying for Your Love" by Fireflight and
     "Dementia" by Owl City.
     Part of an original series called Metropolis, this is something that
     happens much farther along in the timeline, after Tulsa is released
     from the Mental Institution.
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