Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2022 15:44:58 -0700
From: RJ <ruetheben@gmail.com>
Subject: Spin - Ch. 4

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~ Chapter 4 ~

Liv lets out a squeal-scream to show both her shock and excitement, and I
flinch, my ears already ringing. I'd completely walk away from her if she
wasn't latching onto both of my hands while she jumps up and down in
place. "I knew it!" she cries. "I! Knew! It!"

"Can you please calm down?" I ask, gently trying to pull away.

She's not letting go, though. "I fucking knew it! Oh my God. Oh my God!"
She looks positively giddy. It's laughable, but she's good-hearted, so I
let her have her moment -- that is, until she lets go of my wrists. "Guys!
*Guys*!" She turns away and before I can stop her, she rushes out of the
kitchen and into the living room.

"Liv, wait a sec--"

"Guysguysguys!" she says, unable to stay still or keep her mouth
shut. Bruce, Sasha, Corb, Trish, and the twins all look towards Liv in
surprise. "Jackie and Gus are dating!"

I sigh, leaning in the entryway. I was hoping to tell everyone myself, but
she's so quick to open her mouth. This is something Gus and I talked about,
too. Just a few days ago, when it more or less dawned on us that we've been
dating for a little over a month now, I asked him if he wanted to keep it a
secret from the group. Liv was getting more and more curious about the
nature of my relationship with Gus because, according to her, he and I were
hanging out a "surprising" amount. I told Gus that if she sniffed it out,
she'd tell everyone within earshot. "Do you want everyone to know?" Gus had
asked me, and when I told him I didn't care, he smiled, appreciating that I
valued his level of comfort. I just wanted to know how he felt.

It's a good thing he didn't mind, because it took Liv all of five seconds
to tell all our friends. When she breaks the news, everyone turns to me,
looking surprised, and a few of their eyes flicker towards Gus when he
comes out of the kitchen to stand next to me.

"You couldn't wait two minutes?" I ask Liv.

"Oh, don't be like that," Liv says, playfully scowling. "You should have
told everyone else before me."

"Then I would have never heard the end of it," I tell her. "You're
selfish."

Liv is about to retort when Bruce gets his piece in. "Wait wait," he says,
"you guys are seriously dating?"

I hold his gaze and nod. "Yep."

I'm trying to figure out what his expression says. He doesn't look angry,
or irritated, or anything negative, I suppose. He just looks confused. "I
thought you were straight?" he asks me.

I shrug. "So did I," I murmur -- and suddenly, everyone laughs, breaking
the tension. A few of the girls are quick to mimic Liv's reaction but on a
smaller scale, all looking particularly enthralled with this news once they
get over the shock. The collective surprise makes me wonder if Liv was
keeping her suspicions to herself. If so, I'm quite impressed. That's so
unlike her.

The only person who doesn't seem to initially care one way or another is
Kyle. Personally, I think it's because he and Liv got into a fight and now
she's holding out on him. Kyle's lucky that Liv lets him anywhere near her
body because he doesn't exactly have a line of eligible bachelorettes
waiting at his beck and call. "That's so weird," Kyle says, squinting at me
and Gus, as if not yet understanding the situation.

Liv is quick to snap at him. "Fuck off, Kyle," she says, clearly not
wanting the good spirits soiled. Of course, this sparks some not-so-playful
banter between the two of them that inevitably grows into an argument. Kyle
spits back, and Liv approaches him with a threatening walk and a wagging
finger.

In the meantime, Bruce approaches me. "Yo," he says before gesturing
between me and Gus. "How long has this been going on?"

"Uhhh..." I'm not sure how to answer that, and when I look towards Gus, he
just shrugs. "You could argue when we met," I finally say.

"Damn," Bruce says, surprised. "I had no idea."

"We keep things low key," I tell him, and Bruce nods approvingly.

"Respect," he says.

He seems to eye us weirdly, though. "All good?" I ask him.

"Totally, man," he says, meeting my eye and smiling finally -- and it feels
genuine. "I'm honestly just super surprised, is all. You're happy, though?"

I grin back at him. "Yeah, I'm happy."

"That's what I wanna hear," he says, affectionately patting my chest.

It feels good to get that approval from my buddy -- not that I needed it,
per se, but it's still nice to know that I can just openly be with Gus
without any complications. Out of the group, Bruce's opinion is the one I
care about most, so it would hurt if this had gone any other way.

The complication only comes from Kyle, who's still engaging in an argument
with Liv. At first, I think it'll blow over. Quickly, though, it turns into
a full-blown fight, with Liv's raised voice and heated emotions taking
precedence. I wouldn't put it past her to lay hands on Kyle (and honestly,
I wouldn't mind seeing that), but we all want to deescalate the
situation. Corb, who towers over all of us, steps in between them and
nudges Kyle away from Liv. Liv tries to keep shouting into Kyle's face,
peeking around Corb's sides or under his arm, but I take her shoulders and
pull her aside. I'm the only one of our friends who's not intimidated by
Liv, so it makes sense for me to calm her down.

"Breathe, Liv," I say in a level voice, more or less holding her in the
corner of the room like a chastised child.

"God, I fucking can't *stand* him," she says, red-faced and fiery.

"Stop thinking about him," I say, keeping my hands on her shoulders. "Come
on. Breathe."

"Jackie, I--"

"Breathe, woman," I tease.

She gives me a frustrated glare but relents, inhaling deeply and then
exhaling. I breathe with her, going through a few cycles until I finally
notice that she has calmed down.

"You good?" I ask, trying not to laugh in her face.

"Yeah, I'm good," she says, brushing it off and sweeping her hair over her
shoulder. Then, under her breath, she murmurs, "He's such an asshole."

I chuckle. "Yeah, he's an asshole now, but I'll give it two weeks before
you're riding his dick again."

She looks scandalized, slapping my arm. "Why would you say that?"

"Uh, because it's true," I tell her. "You do this every time." She opens
her mouth to retort but thinks better of it, and I grin, validated. "Why do
you still fuck around with him anyway?"

"Because," she says, "he's really good at eating pussy." She says it with
such a sadness in her eyes that I burst out laughing. "Don't make fun of
me."

"I'm not, I promise," I say, stroking her arm to reassure her.

She just sighs before looking up at me and smiling slightly. "Thanks for
telling me first, by the way."

"You would've been pissed if I hadn't," I remind her.

"And that's why I'm happy you told me first," she says before her eyes
flicker towards Gus, who's watching everyone berate Kyle with amusement. "I
really like him for you."

I laugh. "Thanks for the approval."

"I'm serious," she says. "He's sweet, and you two look good together."
Then, she grins a bit. "What I'd give to be a fly on that wall."

"You wouldn't look at me the same," I say, smirking back at her.

Her mouth drops a bit. "Don't tell me..."

I know what she's wondering with that look: if I've bottomed. "Oh, no. I've
been, uh, quite on top of things, lately," I say, and she snickers. "But
I'm much more of a tender lover than you would have ever given me credit
for."

"Guess I'll never know, Casanova," she says, playfully patting one of my
pecs. "Should've taken you for a ride before you got a boyfriend."

I laugh. "You had plenty of time before."

"True," she says, tilting her head. "This really is, like, the first
relationship you've had in *forever*."

I blink. She's right. I hadn't even thought of that. Things developed so
easily with Gus that I didn't even think about the logistics of
things. "Yeah, you're right," I say, my mind drifting a bit.

She drops the playful tone and looks concerned. "You okay?" she asks. "You
look worried."

"No, yeah," I say, nodding. "I just... hadn't thought of it that way."

"It's not a big deal," she reminds me.

She's probably right, but I wonder if it *is* a big deal. Am I actually
ready for a relationship? I haven't been in one for so long because I've
always considered myself bad at them. I've been too inattentive or didn't
feel connected enough to the person or refused to compromise. It got to a
point where I figured relationships just weren't for me. Although things
feel pretty simple with Gus, is it a risk? Are we just in our honeymoon
phase? We've never even had this kind of conversation.

We all hang out for a while longer, making the most of our more frequent
get-togethers. All of us realized that, even with our increasingly busy
lives, we need our support systems -- so we've all made an effort to see
each other more. However, I have tons of research to do and Gus has work,
so we're the first to take our leave once the time is right.

Ever the gentleman, I decide to walk him home, so once we say our goodbyes
to the group, the two of us head off towards his apartment. This works
well, too, because I want to discuss a few things before I completely
forget to bring them up.

"Well," I start to say, glancing over at him, "now it's out."

He looks over at me and laughs. "Us, you mean? Yeah, it feels... I don't
know. Good?"

I smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just that you've been so cool and open about... y'know... doing this
with me," he says, blushing a little. "Makes it easier."

"I try," I say with a little grin before clearing my throat. "Hey, so,
listen. I haven't been in an actual relationship with anyone in a long ass
time, so... I don't know. I feel like I'm out of practice or something."

As the words leave my mouth, I feel a bit silly -- but luckily, Gus just
smiles. "I think we know each other well enough to know that we don't take
things too seriously." Then, he touches my arm as he clarifies
something. "Not that I don't take this seriously, but... I just mean that
this is really easy. And I like that about us."

I smile, a little bit relieved that he feels the same vibe that I do. "I
like that, too," I say, not wanting to complicate things. "But that being
said, I do have one request moving forward."

He cocks an eyebrow but nods. "Shoot."

"I'm the kind of person who tells it like it is, and I know not everyone's
like that, but... if you have a problem with me, or us, or whatever it is,
let's just talk it out," I say. That's really been the root of all my past
relationship problems: not enough communication. What little communication
there was was not open or honest enough. My girlfriends would keep their
issues with me to themselves, complain to their friends, and then let it
fester until they inevitably blew up on me -- and I have no patience for
that. "Just be blunt," I ask him. "No harboring resentments."

He tilts his head a bit, pondering this. "Well, in that case... I have
something to tell you."

Shit.

However, as soon as my face drops, Gus bursts out laughing. "I'm just
kidding."

Immediately, I punch him in the arm. "You fucker," I mutter, smirking when
he recoils while still laughing.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he says before composing himself. "I like this
idea, though."

"It's just easier that way if we make a promise to be honest from the
jump," I say. "I don't wanna be with you if you don't like how I am in a
relationship. And I'm sure you feel the same."

"Totally," he says before laughing a bit. "This is... kind of
refreshing. I've never had a talk like this when I started seeing
someone. Or... ever, really."

I grin. "Well, I actually like you, so I wanna keep you around for a little
longer, at least."

"What an honor," he says, playfully bowing before laughing.

As we continue walking towards his apartment, I feel even more excited
about the future than before. Even though I've told previous significant
others that I need open communication, Gus is the first one who I feel will
really take that to heart. We both want the same thing, after all.

When we finally get to his apartment, we stop in front of his steps,
looking at each other. "Well... Guess this is goodnight," Gus says.

I smirk a bit. "Guess so," I say. I of course want a goodnight kiss, so,
after licking my lips, I lean forward slowly, and Gus doesn't stop me. In
fact, he bridges that final gap, pressing our lips together with a light
sweetness. We hold the kiss, both of us gingerly grasping each other's
sides while standing on the sidewalk in plain view of any potential
passerby. It feels like a particularly nice kiss: gentle and tender,
perfect for a "Can't wait to see you again" sort of sentiment.

But then, just when I'm about to pull back, Gus takes it up a notch by
sliding his hands to my waist and pulling me closer. There, he lets me feel
how hard he is behind his pants, and I grunt against his lips, smirking
slightly. "Horny?" I ask.

"Very," he murmurs, kissing me again. "Wanna... come up?"

He looks so shy and demure asking me that question that I can't help but
laugh. Sometimes, when we're both in the mood for making out or oral,
things unfold in an extremely casual, no-big-deal kind of way. However,
there's a certain look in Gus' face when he's in the mood for more. When he
wants to get fucked, it's almost like he's sheepish about it. I find it
kind of adorable.

I grab his wrist and check his watch. It's past Gabe's bedtime, so he's
probably dead asleep by now. "Your mom's going to work soon, right?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says, dipping his fingers behind the waistband of my jeans and
tugging a bit. "C'mon."

"Needy, huh?" I tease.

"You have no idea," he murmurs.

Oh, I think I have an idea. But before I can respond, Gus grabs my hand and
tugs me up the stairs. I smirk to myself, my cock already twitching at the
thought of fucking Gus again. Ever since that first time, it's been quite a
regular occurrence. It's something I don't think I'll ever get sick of.

However, when we head up to his apartment and greet his mother in the
living room, Gus pauses, looking confused. "How come you're not ready for
work?" he asks.

She just smiles, tossing a piece of popcorn in her mouth, fully decked out
in her pajamas and nightcap. "Mama took the night off," she says, looking
particularly energetic and giddy.

I don't blame her. The poor woman has been working daily shifts for weeks
now, so she's probably taking a well-deserved break -- but Gus is making a
face that seems like he knows he's about to get the biggest case of blue
balls in recorded history. He turns to me and gives me a pleading look,
unsure what to do, and I just chuckle, leaning in to whisper, "Wanna just
come to my place?"

He nods. We could fool around here, but the apartment is small, and if his
mother is awake and potentially wandering around, it's quite likely she'll
hear her son getting dicked down -- and I don't think Gus wants that. "I'm
just gonna grab a few things, Ma," Gus says. "Gonna stay with Jackie."

"Alright, honey," she says, waving him off and focusing her attention back
on the TV.

I follow Gus to his bedroom and watch as he starts stuffing a change of
clothes into a backpack. "Desperate for dick, ain'tcha?" I tease.

"Shut up," he mutters, his eyes scanning his bedroom for important things.

I just smile, watching him grab his laptop power cord. "You think you'll
ever tell your mom about us?" I ask him.

"Honestly, I think she knows already," he says, laughing. "She's always
like, `So, how's *Jaaackie* doing?' while giving me a look, but she never
pries."

I snort. Such a mother thing to do: pretend to be sly. "I love your mom," I
say.

"She likes you too," Gus says with a smile. "Makes things even easier, I
guess." Then, as he's stuffing his laptop into his bag, he looks at me. "Am
I gonna meet your parents someday?"

"You wanna meet my parents?" I ask, surprised. He's never really expressed
interest before.

He shrugs -- but it's clearly an automated response because he quickly nods
after.

"That could be arranged," I say, tapping my chin. "They keep wanting to
visit but I keep putting it off because I always get so busy."

"Would they be hard to impress?" he asks, grimacing.

I laugh. "My parents? Definitely not," I say, smirking at just the thought
of them meeting Gus. I know they'll appreciate that he's kind, because
that's what they value above all else.

"Don't know why that still makes me nervous," he says with a little laugh
before swinging his bag over his shoulder. "Ready?"

After grabbing a few of his toiletries on the way out, Gus and I say
goodnight to his mom and then take the short walk to the train in order to
expedite the trip to my place. We make it right before the train is about
to leave the station, sighing with relief as we take our seats. It's not
very busy tonight. In fact, we nearly have a cart to ourselves, save for
two other passengers, both of whom are laser-focused on their phones. I sit
close to Gus, our arms and thighs pressed up against each other, Gus'
backpack sitting squarely in his lap.

Luckily, the train ride is short -- but even then, we can't keep our hands
off of each other. Gus keeps reaching over to grip my thigh, inching ever
closer to my cock before groping it and then quickly snatching his hand
away. Press repeat. I just sit back and smirk whenever he gets the urge.

"Patience, babe," I murmur.

He blushes and laughs. "`Babe'," he repeats.

I smirk. "Don't like it?"

"No, I like it," he says quickly, smiling sheepishly. With a smile, I put
my arm around him and keep him close for the remainder of the trip.

After we make it to our stop, I can tell he's particularly antsy due to his
walking speed. His pace has quickened dramatically, and I kick it up into a
higher gear to keep up with him, laughing slightly. Even though there's no
real rush, I kind of like this sense of urgency. It makes things
exciting. It means that I'm gonna get it good tonight.

When we finally arrive at my studio apartment, I make a show of pretending
to fumble with the keys -- and Gus makes a noise of impatience that makes
me laugh. He stares intently at my hands as if trying to bend them to his
will, to pick the right key and unlock the door with the highest efficiency
possible.

I don't tease him for too long. When that latch finally clicks and I swing
the door open, Gus pushes me through. We barely make it through the door
frame before we're all over each other. Gus drops his bag to the floor with
a thud, and even though I wince knowing his laptop is in there, he doesn't
seem to care. He pushes me into the apartment, kicking the door shut with
his foot, never letting his lips leave mine. I push back against him, both
of us almost sparring like male deer. There's a real sense of intention
behind our movements, of intensity. All we can do is slip out of our shoes
using only our feet because our hands are so insistent on grabbing hold of
each other.

I somehow get a bit of the upper hand and push Gus back into the wall as my
hands go straight for his belt. He grunts against my mouth, almost
frantically grasping at the hem of my shirt, desperate to get it
off. Grinning, I break the kiss for a moment, just to let him strip me
before our lips meet again. Then, my hands are back at his waistline, eager
to feel him, touch him.

Once I finally get his belt undone, I unzip his fly and tug his jeans off
of his hips, letting them fall to the floor. Then, I move my hand right to
his bulge -- and I'm surprised to find a nicely-preserved package there. I
break the kiss and look down, my eyebrows arching when I see he's wearing a
jockstrap. "I didn't even know you were wearing this," I say.

He licks his lips. "Makes me feel kinda sexy," he says, blushing and
laughing.

I grin at him. "As it should," I say before grabbing his hips, spinning him
around, and pinning his chest into the wall. He grunts but doesn't resist,
letting me press one hand between his shoulder blades while the other
slides down to grab one cheek of his supple ass. "God, you're fucking
sexy," I growl in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.

Gus whimpers a bit and hikes his ass back but otherwise doesn't
respond. Taking that as an invitation, I give his ass a swift slap before
squatting down, prying his cheeks apart, and diving right in with my
tongue. "Oh God," Gus groans, shifting onto his toes as my tongue goes
wild. I want to keep up with the intensity from earlier, so I don't take it
slow and steady; I show him that I'm hungry for him. I devour his hole,
dragging my tongue across his most intimate place, making it twitch and
throb. Soon, I feel Gus' hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair and
pulling me in deeper -- and in response, I drive my tongue forward to open
him up.

While I'm eating him out, I help him step out of his jeans and then start
undoing my own belt in order to expedite things. Any layer of clothing
separating us is now a nuisance, save for his jockstrap. Something about
Gus in a jock really does something to me because he wears it so well. All
his thick muscle is perfectly accented by the straps, and he even wears a
size too small so that it's nice and snug.

Once I've tossed my belt to the side, I start pulling my pants and
underwear off, standing up straight. As I do, Gus turns around, wrapping
his arms around my neck and kissing me tongue-first. In turn, I snake my
arms around his waist, pulling him close so that the front of our bodies
are flush. My cock, now rigid, gets sandwiched between us, and I push my
hips forward for a little bit of added friction as we start shifting deeper
into the apartment. It's a fairly spacious area, but the furthest we get
into my studio apartment is the couch. Tumbling onto the sofa, our hands
grab at whatever we can reach and squeeze and stroke, our tongues going at
it like they hate each other.

Soon, we end up with me on my back and Gus on top. I reach down to grab his
ass, fingers digging into the crevice and circling around his
hole. Moaning, Gus rocks back against my finger, eager for more. "Turn
around," I murmur against his lips.

He does so eagerly, switching into a sixty-nine position -- and as soon as
he's in place, he grabs a hold of my cock and sinks me into his mouth. As I
moan, I start peeling Gus' jockstrap off. I only bother with taking it off
of one leg, letting it dangle from his other thigh before I reach in and
take his balls into my mouth. With a sure grip, I wrap my fingers around
his cock, almost grinning from how much he's leaking already. Now that I
think of it, I can feel his precum dripping in thick strings down onto my
chest. I grant him a little relief by pulling his cock back and guiding him
into my mouth.

Both of us moan against each other and start bobbing like we're trying to
outperform the other. If Gus goes deep, I go deeper. If I speed up, Gus
will take his pace up an extra notch. Soon, both of us are sloppy messes,
our cocks absolutely slick with each other's spit. However, I don't have as
much oral stamina as Gus does. I pull off when my jaw needs a break,
gasping for air -- and I swear I feel Gus smiling around my shaft as if he
feels he got the upper hand.

In retaliation, I grab his ass and pull him down onto my face, driving my
tongue in as deep as I can get it. Gus immediately grunts and fumbles with
the blowjob, groaning and planting his ass on my face. In fact, as he feels
me grab hold of his sides to keep him down on my tongue, he pulls off of my
cock completely, sitting up straight and grinding down on me. I lap at and
tongue his hole while I reach around his thighs to paw at his cock. The
head is positively wet with his precum, so all it takes is a few strokes to
have an easy glide going. I jerk him off with a firm, insistent grip,
loving the way he thrusts into my fist and then back against my tongue.

The thing is, he doesn't last long after that. Suddenly, Gus tenses, his
hole clamps down on my tongue, and his cock starts to spurt. I feel his hot
cum splattering against my chest, and I can't help but laugh even with an
inch of my tongue buried inside him. Gus' whole body shudders through his
climax before he relaxes and gently lifts himself off of my face.

"Seriously?" I tease.

"Sorry," he says, laughing. He stands up beside the couch, looking down on
me and blushing. "I just got really into that."

"It's okay," I say, chuckling at the thick mess on my torso. I gesture
towards the kitchen area. "Can you get me a paper towel?" I ask him.

He seems to consider it for a moment before, suddenly, he leans down and
starts lapping up his cum. My eyebrows raise high in surprise. Gus has
never done this before. He takes his time, curling his tongue just right so
that he can clean me up properly. And then, he completely shocks me by
kissing me tongue-first. Suddenly, I have a mouthful of his cum, and my
cock throbs. I moan as we kiss, sliding a hand up to cup the back of his
head so that he doesn't go anywhere -- not yet, at least. I want to enjoy
this intimate-but-filthy moment for as long as possible.

We kiss slowly back and forth, swapping his cum between tongues, until the
flavor of him has mostly dissipated. When I pull back, I sigh through my
nose, lick my lips, and smirk up at him. "Goddamn, that was fucking hot," I
murmur.

Gus just laughs. "It made me hard again," he says.

I look between us and realize he's right. I was so focused on his tongue
that I didn't even notice his hard-on pushing against me. Grinning, I reach
down to grab his cock, which makes him grunt before I slip my fingers past
his balls to tease his hole. I lean up and nip playfully at his neck. "I
gotta have you," I tell him.

Gus nods, hopping off of me and heading towards my bed. I think of
following, but Gus knows exactly where I keep my lube, and just as I sit
up, about to get to my feet, he's back. I just smirk as he straddles my lap
and starts kissing me again, and I let my hands explore his backside.

He takes matters into his own hands, though, quickly reaching back to
lubing himself up. Amused, I just sit back and relax, watching the
neediness take over his face. He fingers himself with the lube in a hurried
motion before applying a bit of the slick gel to my cock. I would have
figured that him cumming would have calmed him down a bit, but his libido
has apparently peaked. He needs it badly.

Once we're both prepped, he holds me up, hovers over my manhood, and then
slowly sinks down on me. I hum with pleasure, licking my lips and just
slouching back against the couch with my hands behind my head. This is Gus'
show now. His eyes are closed as he inches himself down into my lap, and he
lets out soft moans as he starts to ride up and down.

He goes slow at first, clearly wanting to feel every inch of me inside of
him. Gradually, though, he starts picking up speed, resting one hand on my
chest while the other wraps around his steadily dripping cock. It's
fascinating watching Gus in what seems to be his element. As he bounces up
and down, I watch the way his muscles ripple, the way his eyebrows upturn,
the way his expressions shift so smoothly between shock and bliss. He's
found a rhythm now, steady and sure, and every time he bucks down on me, he
grinds deeply into my lap. Who knew Gus would turn out to be such a bottom?

"I'm gonna cum again," he murmurs, his voice strained and heavy.

I can't help but laugh. Horny little bastard tonight. I decide to get
involved, replacing his hand with mine and using my other hand to bring him
down to my lips. I kiss him deeply, sensually, my tongue exploring his
mouth and coaxing out more of those deliciously sweet moans of his. Gus
latches onto my chest and shoulder, his fingers digging in deep until once
again, his body tenses and his orgasm hits him. His moans come out
choppily, almost like he's trying not to cry and laugh simultaneously. I
just smile, forehead to his as I milk his cock for the second time. This
time, at least, I get to feel his hole clench on my cock instead of my
tongue.

Gus looks dazed as he recovers, blinking several times. "Jesus Christ," he
whispers, panting. Even as he comes down from his high, though, his cock
remains rigid.

"What's going on tonight?" I ask, grinning and stroking him. "You're all
pent up."

"I don't know," he says, laughing as he rests his forehead against
mine. "Just really need you."

My turn, then. I have Gus lift himself off of my lap but stay bent
over. Then, I slip out from underneath him and position myself behind
him. God, he looks delectable on his hands and knees. I bite my lip and
scoop up the mess he left on my body, using it as a second application of
lube. Once my cock is slick with his load, I target myself against his hole
and push inside.

Gus grunts when I make my hips meet his at a fast pace. Once I bottom out
inside him, I grind just to enjoy his welcoming warmth for a moment before
I start thrusting -- hard. Gus' moans become steady, but I remain focused,
looking down at the sight of my cock plunging into him over and over. What
a sight. Each time my hips push forward, Gus' ass trembles, his pale skin
reddened from our movements. Gripping each cheek, I spread his ass to watch
the way his hole opens up for me, the way he hugs my cock so
perfectly. Goddamn.

There's something about fucking Gus that makes me feel more studly than I
feel with women. In a lot of ways, Gus is my equal. We could spar and not
be sure who would come out on top. This, however, in some carnal way, makes
me feel like I've bested him, claimed him. He's mine.

I slap his ass, making him yelp but buck back into me at the same time. Now
we're moving like a machine, me pushing forward every time he moves
back. Each thrust is punctuated with a sharp, wet smacking noise, and each
drawback is far enough to threaten slipping out of him. I won't let that
happen, though -- not until I'm finished with him.

As I get closer to my orgasm, I lean down and wrap an arm around Gus'
chest. He grips my forearm, holding on tight as I pick up the pace even
more. Then, just as I reach the tipping point, I bite down on his shoulder
and grunt, giving him short bursts of hard thrusts. My orgasm feels
explosive. I clench my eyes shut tight, seeing stars as the pulses of
pleasure rock me down to my skeleton. I lose all strength in my body, and I
use Gus to bear my weight until I'm finally spent.

The tension slowly releases from my body, and I feel like I'm deflating
against Gus. "Fuck," I pant before kissing his shoulder.

"You really went at it," Gus says, laughing as he catches his breath.

"You deserved it," I murmur, kissing his neck before I pull out of him and
then collapse on the couch.

As I lean back, Gus sits back on his heels, smiling at me. "Can I say
something weird?"

"What?"

"I really love it when you, uh... finish in me," he says, blushing
slightly.

I laugh, stroking the side of his thigh. "Is that really that weird?"

He shrugs. "It feels weird to say," he murmurs.

"I think it's hot," I say with a smirk before dipping my hand between his
legs to find his hole. He grunts when my finger easily slips inside, and he
blushes. One of his hands goes to my wrist as if to stop me, but the other
goes to his cock -- again.

"Another one?" I ask, chuckling.

"Shut up," he grunts, stroking himself and rocking on my finger.

Generously, I fingerfuck Gus until he cums for the third time tonight. It
doesn't take long for his cock to spurt all over his stomach, and I laugh,
surprised that there's still so much left in his balls. Seems third time's
the charm, though, because he finally seems a little more relaxed.

Gus wants to shower before bed, so I let him clean up while I just throw on
my underwear and head to my desk to do some work. There's plenty I have to
get done in order for me to feel like I'll be in a good place in the
morning, so I sit down with a sigh. I'd much rather just have sex for the
rest of the night, but grad school is calling. Quickly, though, I get in
the zone. I'm exhausted but excited by a few new ideas I'm coming up
with. Just thinking about finally getting my PhD is getting me hyped up.

Soon, I feel arms wrap around me from behind the chair, and I smile when
Gus kisses my cheek. "Working hard?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say, leaning back against him. I didn't even hear him
approach. "You don't have to wait up for me," I add. "Might be up a while."

"That's okay," he says before gesturing to the space beside me. "Can I sit
with you?"

"Uh... if you want," I say, unsure why he'd want to.

Gus grabs his laptop and a chair from the dining area, setting up shop next
to me. I smile when he lifts his legs and casually drapes them over my lap,
using his thighs as a desk for his laptop and my lap as a footrest.

It strikes me at this moment how right we feel. Just this simple act of
sitting together and maintaining physical contact while we work makes my
heart swell, and I smile as I rest a hand on his leg, thinking, "I could
get used to this."