Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs – Ch. 10
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2020 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Ten – No Walking
In The Rain
Mike felt good, almost
like laughing for no reason. One night sleeping next to Jared, and he was as
good as new. His friend was good enough to be rented by the hour or sold in a
bottle, and just as he thought that, Mike realized how weird that must have
sounded. It was such a good thing that no one could hear his thoughts, or they
would have believed him to be an absolute basket case. Jared would have gotten
the joke, but Mike still chided himself internally just for thinking something
that could be misunderstood.
The janitor straightened
up, and Mike bit his lips. Of course, that sounded wrong. But it appeared his
verbal blunder wasn't the reason why the janitor was so serious all of a
sudden.
Danners. Do you have everything you need"
Mike turned in slow
motion. He had said the wrong thing, and Ryan had been there to overhear it.
Was the universe having an elaborate plot against him?
He needed to bite his
tongue. He needed one of those medieval torture devices that sent a rusty nail
through the victim's tongue so that they never spoke again against the regime,
the church, planets turning, or who knew what else. This morning, he had a
knack not only to think the wrong thing but also to say it out loud.
Guided by nothing but
instinct, he took off after Ryan, his sneakers making squeaky sounds on the
polished floor."Mr. Armstrong" he said in a heartbeat,"I was wondering if
you could spare a moment"
Mike could continue to be
his usual self. He would say `yes', and then he would spend the entire day, if
not the whole week, torturing himself over the misinterpretation of his words."It would only take a minute" he insisted.
Ryan stopped and eyed him
carefully."All right. Should I step into your office, then"
It's
way down"
Ryan appeared a bit
surprised but followed him to the elevator. Mike could feel sweat coming off
all his pores. What was he doing? Was he really stopping his boss from
attending some important meeting only because his big mouth had run like a
broken mill? Apparently, he was.
Fortunately, the elevator
was empty when it stopped. Mike hurried to keep the door and invited Ryan
inside. No, he wouldn't inhale Ryan's sexy cologne. Holding his breath was
impossible, though. Cursing at himself, he followed Ryan inside and closed the
door, probably using way too many moves to appear that he was still acting like
a normal person.
Mike was standing with
his back at his boss, registering his presence as the elevator began moving
smoothly. Everything at their company was top notch. The elevator had soft
music in the background, and it smelled great. Well, not as great as Ryan, that
was sure.
The way he said it, it
sounded like he was digging his own grave.
Ryan sighed."Why would I
care, Mike? Do you have any idea what this looks like"
Mike froze."I'm sorry"
he mumbled.
The elevator stopped, and
he got out. He almost slammed the door in Ryan's face."Sorry" He exclaimed."I had no idea you would get down -"
Ryan's eyes were menacing
as they bore into him. Mike took a few steps back and considered, for a moment,
to make a run for the server room and hide there. There was no need to do that
because Ryan grabbed his arm and pushed him in that direction.
He could protest. He
could ask Ryan what he thought about how that looked like now. But Mike
remained silent. His curiosity involved other things. Ryan pushed him through
the door to the server room and then closed it behind him.
Ryan let go of his arm
and pushed both hands through his hair."All right" He appeared to struggle
with himself not to burst into ... something that Mike had no idea what could be.
He didn't know the guy that well."About Jared"
Mike stiffened."He's
just a friend, I swear"
Somehow, that looked a
bit amusing. Despite himself, Mike snickered, then he pursed his lips, hoping
Ryan hadn't noticed.
No chance for that."Something funny"
Mike began laughing
without controlling himself anymore. Oh, God, he was so going to get fired now.
But, suddenly, Ryan started laughing with him. They stared at one another,
laughing as they had just seen the funniest show on earth.
Mike managed to gain back
his breath."Ryan, I swear, Jared is just a friend. But when I'm sleeping with
him, I sleep so well, that's all"
Ryan caught him in his
arms. Mike had to look up and strain his neck a little. All right, now things
weren't funny anymore. They were tense, and too much in a good way to be a good
thing."You don't know me, so let me tell you this one thing. It takes little
to make me jealous"
Mike could swear he was
blushing. He had to. His cheeks were on fire, and the tips of his ears were
burning. He moved his eyes lower.
Mike looked up now after
staring stubbornly at Ryan's chin. Their eyes connected. Ryan's eyelids
dropped, and Mike wondered why. He wouldn't be kept in the dark long. Ryan's
lips descended on his like summer rain.
It lasted little, though.
Ryan pulled back with a long sigh."Mike" he started with regret written all
over his handsome face."You're truly something. But I need to behave"
To say that he wasn't
shaken would have been a lie. But Mike struggled to regain his composure."Sure. I mean, I should, um, behave. Not pull you here first thing in the
morning" he added quickly.
Mike exhaled. So, he was
off the hook.
Ryan chuckled and shook
his head in mirth."Have you thought about what I asked you? About this
weekend" The deep dark eyes were hypnotizing. Mike couldn't tear his eyes off
Ryan's face.
Ryan exhaled."Me too.
Let's see each other there"
Mike didn't step down and
didn't protest, as Ryan's hand cupped his cheek for a brief moment. He had so
many questions. Why? What would happen once they met at that company party?
Would they dance in front of other people? Most probably not. But what would
happen then? That remained the biggest question.
And it would have to wait
for an answer until it happened. If he called Jared now, his best friend would
tell him to wait and see, without becoming overly anxious and playing out
scenarios in his head.
Then he would just focus
on work. That would make the crazy thoughts in his mind shut up for a change.
Because there was no way, there was absolutely no way Ryan Armstrong could fall
in love with him, as Jared had said. Maybe it was a fling; Mike wasn't sure he
could cope with that being true. Ryan had said the opposite; Jared believed
there was a chance for romance, hearts beating as one, and all that jazz.
And Mike? Well, he needed
to rein in his emotions. If this was how falling in love looked like, it seemed
like a pretty dangerous thing. Right now, he wanted nothing but to start
dancing around his desk, dreaming of how he would feel, dancing in Ryan's arms.
***
On days like this, Jared
wasn't thankful, as usual, for the silence. His work was partly done in crowds,
and partly in absolute solitude, as he focused on postprocessing
his photos so that they would become magazine-worthy.
But today, the solitary
nature of his passion that fortunately was the way he made a living didn't cut
it for him, for some reason. The number one cause of the restlessness he felt
was strongly linked to his love life, or, better said, its peculiarities. He
could understand Mike and Ryan being forced by circumstances to keep a low profile
for their interactions. Adrian and Edward had their own agreement. Yet, still,
he was the one who felt unhappy. Where Mike was hopeful and anxious, and Adrian
was cocksure and determined that he would have things happen his way, Jared
felt that he was nowhere.
He and Chris didn't have
any reason to hide their relationship, as far as he knew. And Chris, as busy as
he was, didn't belong to the rarefied layers of some sort of aristocracy like
Adrian's sophisticated lover.
It was raining,
unnaturally so for the time of the year, and the laziness covering the city
with its muddy blanket was getting to him. Jared took a sip from his tea, still
not convinced to go back to his computer, and continue the retouching work on
his latest batch.
He had never been in a
relationship. Everything was new and mind and soul-consuming. He didn't even
need to close his eyes to recall the sensation of Chris's fingertips tracing
invisible trails on his skin.
He was daydreaming on a
workday, in no mood to do what he usually loved doing. Jared exhaled and looked
through the rain-streaked window. Would it be okay to call Chris? Tell him how
much he missed him already?
Physically wise, their
relationship was great, beyond outstanding. They fit in bed, or at least that
was what Jared hoped it was true on both sides. Yet, it still felt like some
strange relationship faux-pas to call Chris out of the blue and ask him to
meet. As adventurous as Chris seemed when they were together, in his work, he
appeared to be the epitome of seriousness. Disturbing him from his daily
routine, which probably included manipulating gazillions of dollars and talking
to important people, so important that probably never moved on foot like normal
people, was not, definitely not, the right thing to do.
Jared picked up his
phone."Hi" he said softly, the moment Chris picked up.
Good. That meant he
wasn't caught in an important meeting.
There was a short pause."Where"
Always the efficient man.
Jared breathed out. The
thrill of anticipation was making his palms sweat. He moved the phone from one
ear to the other."Yes. No"
Chris's soft chuckle sent
eddies of warms down his spine as if there were lips touching each sensitive
spot in their wake. He was in it deep.
Just the right words.
Chris knew what to say to mess up his mind. There was no wonder he was
successful in his line of work. Jared frowned for a second. Was Chris
successful? His penthouse, expensive clothes, and manners said everything about
it, but had Chris ever told him anything about his work?
He was getting worked up
over details, once again. That wasn't important. Their relationship was still
too young to include discussions about how their days went; one day, they would
get there. The stage they were in involved walks in the rain, in the middle of
the workweek.
Jared's voice went low as
he explained to Chris where he would like to meet.
Was he all right in the
head to ask for a date out of the blue like that? It was too late for any
regrets, and it looked like Chris had agreed to it.
Jared put the cup tea on
his desk as he rushed to get dressed. A fraction of an inch was missed, and
there was liquid dripping on the wooden floor. Jared cursed and turned to clean
up the scene of the crime. His mind was a bit in pieces these days, he thought
to himself, as he patted the wet area with tissues. He needed to pay more
attention to details.
That didn't stop him from
feeling like a teenager rushing off to his first date. Chris was his first
boyfriend. While he often told himself not to believe in fairytales, he hoped
Chris to be the one. On his part, he would do all that was necessary to make it
happen. And if Chris was busy most of the time, that
meant that they only needed to make the best of the hours they had for
themselves.
His old umbrella was in a
sorry state, but in a place with sunny weather in summers and dry winters, that
was to be expected. With a shrug, Jared tucked it under his arm. He had a
feeling that he wouldn't make much use of it, anyway.
***
Not a soul in sight, as
he had suspected, Jared pondered as he looked around. If there was one person
in the entire city to know all the parks with all their secrets, that had to be
him. The place was no longer trendy, and the few metal bars that had once
served to those wanting to either exercise to get muscles or display the said
muscles were rusty and looked as abandoned as the rest. Stubborn vegetation had
found its way through the cracks in the asphalt, another sign of neglect.
Jared had picked this
spot because it was like that. The chances of anyone disturbing them were slim.
The only worry he now had was that Chris might miss the place. Chris had
counterattacked his doubts earlier over the phone by saying he was a bit of
geocaching aficionado, but Jared seriously doubted that was the case. His lover
was humoring him, and that was a good sign.
Now, if only the
satellites in the sky handling triangulation or whatever they were doing since
Jared wasn't as technically inclined to care, would carry Chris's steps to him.
Jared tipped his head backward, balancing the crooked umbrella on his shoulder
to look at the sky. Sending map coordinates over the phone could hardly be
considered romantic.
He just hoped all the
rest was romantic enough. The drops falling on his face were warm, there was no
one else in sight, and Jared felt his skin getting hot, only thinking of Chris
rushing through the rain to meet him.
Jared turned on his heels
at the sound of the voice. He smiled as he looked at Chris, at the rain making
his dark hair shine, the way he had both hands stuffing the pockets on his
jacket, looking like a movie star.
Maybe it was just his
mind, his seduced mind running away with him, but that was how Chris looked to
him. Darker stains of water marked the shoulders of his jacket, but he didn't
seem bothered at all. He looked younger than his age, standing there, in tight
jeans and expensive kicks. Jared had expected to see him in a suit, prepped up
like for a meeting with wealthy clients, not like this.
Not that he was
complaining.
Jared laughed. He dropped
the umbrella to the ground with large, theatrical moves.
Jared walked over to him."Now I'm walking. Don't complain"
He was about to link one
hand through Chris's arm, but Chris snuck one hand around his neck and pulled
him in for a kiss. For a second, he was baffled; not that he hadn't expected
it. After all, nobody calls their hotshot lover in the middle of the day, when
ordinary people work, for a walk in the rain.
Chris's lips were hungry
on his, and his initial surprise turned into the same lust. Jared could feel
another hand sneaking into his hair, pulling it free from its string. In the
silence around them, the sound of their kisses was loud like thunder.
The sky above was grey,
but it wasn't cold. Jared hissed as Chris managed to reach under his t-shirt
and pinched one nipple, hard. A fine rain was wetting his shoulders, too, now.
Unlike Chris, he hadn't even bothered with a jacket.
Chris pushed him toward
the old metal bars, not missing one moment to kiss him, bite him, and torture
his skin. He seemed rougher than usual, but Jared couldn't blame the guy. He
wasn't, obviously, the only one with expectations from their meeting.
He gasped as his ass was
smacked one time, hard.
Jared felt his lips
curling into a smile. So that was the game they played. He had to be the
naughty one, making his lover give up on some fantastic deal that could fill up
the coffers for years and years, all for a thrilling rendezvous.
The next move was
unexpected. His t-shirt was pulled over his head and let to hang on another
metal bar; it moved slightly in the wind, like a flag of surrender. Now he felt
exposed a little more than it was comfortable.
Chris's hands covered his
chest and brushed over his nipples over and over again. Jared pushed back his
ass to meet the other's crotch in the middle.
Jared could feel his
heartbeat stepping up, ringing an emergency. The place was deserted, yes, but
anyone could walk in on them.
Chris placed a kiss on
his shoulder, chasing down small droplets of rain like a thirsty man. If there
was one rational thought left in his mind, it was long gone. Chris continued to
stimulate his nipples while kissing his way over Jared's shoulders and upper
back.
He didn't need to do
anything except to hold on to the metal bar in front of him like it was his
lifeline. These were the words Chris spoke into his ear, between soft licks and
grunts that gave away the desire that ran between them like electricity.
The rain fell calmer and
calmer, as their need grew higher. Chris knew what to do, using just one hand
to unbutton Jared's jeans and pushed them lower. Then, his fingers moved to
tease Jared's balls from behind, the skin between them and the asshole. A rogue
thumb then slid inside the crack and pushed against the opening.
And he could blame it all
on Chris and his maddening hands and lips everywhere. Now the fingers that had
teased all his erotic spots were focused on his backdoor. Jared gasped a few
times, as his unwilling resistance was breached, but he was thankful that at
least Chris had come prepared, and his ass got the desired consideration.
This was no walking in
the rain. It was fucking in the rain, plain and simple. Not that there was
anything plain and simple in how Chris's fingers moved around, opening him,
punishing him, only a little, and making the entrance large enough for what was
to follow.
A few smacks on his wet
skin made Jared moan shamelessly. Chris pushed his cock inside, the lube making
it reasonably doable, but still too tight, so tight that his breath caught in
his chest, in his throat, coming out eventually in the shape of a keening
sound.
Jared knew that it had to
be the craziest thing he had ever done. And Chris seemed to like public sex
since this wasn't the first time they were doing it in plain sight. Of course,
this was much forward and riskier than before.
Chris wrapped one arm
around Jared's chest to steady himself. As if he could read what was on Jared's
mind, he whispered into his ear,"I don't care if anyone comes. I will continue
to fuck you. Do you understand, sexy? Do you understand how crazy you make me"
Jared wanted to have a
comeback to that. But the idea, only the idea that someone could walk up on
them and witness them like that, hot on hot body, wet skin smacking against wet
skin, made him weak to the knees.
Jared couldn't make a
sound that would make sense. The desire was boiling inside him, beyond safety
levels, and was rendering him speechless. Not that he was quiet. No, he was
moaning and grunting and gasping and begging while Chris fucked him.
It was like something
inside him was coming loose, undone. Chris knew how to move, how to choose the
right angle, how to hold him. Jared could barely stand while his pleasure grew
hot and heavy, spreading its tendrils like lightning on a dark sky, sending his
sanity ablaze.
Suddenly, Chris changed
tack. He stopped the moving of his hips and began fondling Jared's cock. It was
an assertion of dominance, in a way, as Jared saw it, as the hand on his cock
wasn't loving, but firm; it wasn't careful, but determined. Then it let go and
cupped his balls, and Jared shivered.
Jared understood what
Chris meant by that. His manhood, Chris was holding it.
This time, he moved
again, and between the sensations in his ass and the hand squeezing his hardon, Jared knew he was playing a losing game. He moaned
loudly as he came messily; he looked down, impressed with his own load, as it
spurted from Chris's skillful hand.
His true reward followed
quickly. Without a condom between them, Jared could argue with anyone who cared
to contradict him, that it felt better. Or maybe it was just his desire to have
Chris so close to him.
Chris pulled out of his
ass after a while, all the time allowing Jared to feel each twitch of his cock
that still didn't seem to go all down. When Chris came, Jared noticed, he
lasted a while. The only term of comparison was himself, which wasn't much, but
Jared thought that had to be the case. Chris was a man who knew a few things
about how to take care of his own pleasure.
Jared breathed out and
steadied himself with some difficulty."And I thought we would romantically
have a nice walk in the rain"
Chris chuckled and picked
Jared's t-shirt, to hand it back to him. Jared winced as he pulled the wet
fabric over his skin.
He didn't look messed up
at all. His hair was all wet, and his clothes weren't any better, but Jared
could bet he didn't look as messed up as him. Chris was careful, tucking his
cock back into his jeans, and then kissing him one more time on the lips.
Jared wanted to spend a
little more time together, but Chris was right. He needed to go home and try
not to catch a cold. His blood was cooling down, too, and now the fine droplets
still falling didn't feel as warm.
Jared just nodded.
Jared burst into
laughter."Do you want me to call you daddy or something"
Chris's smile was
cryptic. Jared had to settle for no answer.
On the backseat of a cab,
they held their hands together but didn't speak too much. Chris appeared not to
mind the driver as he leaned in and kissed Jared sweetly before bidding him
goodbye.
Later that evening, Jared
meditated for a while over how his date hadn't gone as he had imagined it. But
that didn't make it wrong, just different; and Jared decided that he needed to
lower his expectations of what relationships were. No, modify them. There was
no lowering them if things were different.
And, that night, he did
dream of Chris, a reenactment of their encounter, only that, this time, it was
followed by a slow walk in the rain.
***
Mike blushed profusely.
Even if it was his best friend complimenting him, he still felt a bit
embarrassed. Yet, he had to admit that the deep purple silk shirt and the dark
suit looked good on him. He no longer appeared lanky, with stooped shoulders.
In the full-size mirror, he stared at a new and improved version of himself,
lean, graceful. The straight shoulder cut made him sit straight without any
efforts or reminders.
Jared looked at him over
his shoulder in the mirror."I wouldn't use either to describe you right now.
I'd said you look classy. And sexy"
Mike snickered. Jared
smiled at him."You'll be fine, Mike. I'm glad for you"
Jared's encouragement
could work wonders for his mood. But, as cautious as he was, he couldn't bring
himself to express all of his enthusiasm and excitement. Fears, such as someone
seeing him and Ryan and getting the wrong idea – or the correct one! – were
almost gone from his mind. All was supposed to be done in moderation, and that
was his middle name.
Two simultaneous pings
noticed them both they had a new message.
Jared was the first to
pick his phone up."Can you believe this dude"
Mike looked at his phone,
too, and moaned."Now, I'm back at being the ugly duckling" From a pic on the
shiny screen, Adrian stared at him, all dressed up in what looked like a very
expensive suit. It was very conservative looking, which only made Adrian's
rebellious looks to stand out more.
Jared patted his back."You're a gorgeous swan, too. Just look, you're transforming" he added,
pointing at the reflection in the mirror.
Mike sighed."Thank you
for everything, Jared. You're the best friend I could ever have"
Jared sighed."I'm
probably overthinking everything. I feel he kind of ... dominates me? Ugh, I'm
just talking nonsense"
Mike turned away from the
mirror."Hey, I don't think that. If that's what you feel, it means something
he does makes it that way"
Jared's answer was a
strained smile."Then, here it is. Everything we do, it's his choice. He
doesn't even like the word `boyfriend'. He prefers to be, some sort of
protector or whatever, for me. I asked him, jokingly, of course, if he wants to
be called `daddy' and he didn't reject the idea. I mean, he said nothing"
***
Adrian felt a small
tremble of anticipation in the pit of his stomach. Yeah, he wasn't used to
luxury except now and then, so wearing a suit that must have cost thousands of
dollars and being chauffeured around were all new to him. To hide his slight
discomfort, he cleared his throat and looked out the window. Edward had sent
his employee to get him, and that had been a bit of a surprise. Now they were
heading to Edward's place, apparently.
The winding road climbed,
and Adrian began to understand. They were out of the city and now heading
toward the area where only high-end real estate could be seen as far as eyes
could see.
He snorted under his
breath as the property came into view. A frigging mansion. He wasn't completely
surprised. Even if Edward worked, he didn't do it for a living, obviously. He
came from money, big money, by what Adrian could say while looking out the
window, at the manicured park - calling it a lawn seemed unfit - and the tall
white colonnades guarding the front.
Adrian felt a bit weird
to wait in the car while the chauffeur got out and hurried to hold the door.
Rich people were kind of assholes. What? Did their hands fall if they opened a
damned car door? But he didn't want to cause an unwarranted scene or make the
chauffeur uncomfortable, so, for the moment, he played along.
He thanked the chauffeur
and then buttoned up his jacket as he took in the front door. He had a spring
in his step as he hurried up the marble stairs. If it were a butler getting the
door, he would tease Edward over the silver spoon in his mouth for days.
It wasn't another
employee, though, but Edward himself. He appeared to be in casual dress as he
welcomed Adrian, wearing a loose shirt with matching pants and loafers that
made him look more approachable than usual.
His face broke in a broad
smile as he saw Adrian."Adrian, you look amazing"
Edward laughed. He
grabbed Adrian's hand and pulled him inside."I will change, obviously. But I
wanted to show you my humble abode, first"
Another good-natured
laugh followed. Edward pulled him by the hand and began walking around,
explaining things. Adrian didn't quite listen. Between the lavishness of the
place and Edward's warm hand on his, he must have lost his sense of hearing.
A grand staircase led to
the upper floor, and Edward continued his lively presentation of the place as
they walked up.
Adrian grinned. Edward
was enthusiastic as a twelve-year-old hosting his first sleepover, and Adrian
wasn't any better. There had to be a reason why Edward was showing him his
inner sanctum. Without hesitation, Adrian walked inside, following Edward's
invitation.
Edward smirked."You're
pulling my leg. I knew you would. That's why I wasn't sure, at first, if I
should show you the house"
Edward shrugged."No
chauffeur does. It's the nature of the job"
Edward leaned into his
touch but pressed his palms firmly against Adrian's shoulders."You shouldn't
wrinkle your suit"
Adrian sighed, pretending
to be heartbroken over that little warning."I knew to wear such a thing would
be a pain. No one ever smiles in those photo shoots advertising such luxury
clothes. I always suspected that all those models must have some sticks up
their anorexic asses"
Edward was already making
a beeline for the door when Adrian caught him by the elbow."Hey, give me some
sugar"
Adrian burst into
laughter."Like I'd let a bunch of rich perverts to feel me up just like that"
Edward patted his cheek."Don't even think about it, Adrian. There are plenty of fools in the world, and
you'd be surprised how willing they can be to part with their cash. If it's not
hard-earned, it's easy to kiss it goodbye over a whim"
Edward placed one hand on
top of his crotch."I can see that you are already that. Hmm, this must be
painful" he teased, both with his words and his fingers as he traced the shape
of Adrian's cock through the fabric.
Adrian winced."Now, I'll
have to hold you responsible"
Edward purred, as his
eyes became hooded and inviting."Responsible? Your ability to get it up so
fast qualifies you for the position, Adrian. Of course, any consequences, I'll
assume them all"
Adrian's cock twitched
desperately. Okay, so maybe pushing Edward toward the enormous bed, impeccably
made, and ramming into him until they both lost their voices, wasn't in the
cards. But getting his cock sucked sounded pretty good, too, unless Edward just
wanted to tease him, and he would really have to live through the torture of
visiting a kinky sex club as he tried hard to behave.
It was no joke. Edward
dropped to his knees and fiddled with Adrian's belt, his eyes never leaving
Adrian's.
Adrian lost track of what
he wanted to say. Edward nearly chomped on his cock, stopping his teeth close
to the skin, like some kind of kinky warning. Then Adrian felt the hotness and
moisture of the mouth wrapped around his cock, and he didn't care about teasing
Edward at all.
Instead, he looked in the
mirror installed by the bed, and his breath began quickening, just as his
heartbeat. Damn, he looked sharp in that suit. The beautiful man servicing him
on his knees was there to complete the picture.
deepthroater,
Your Majesty. Make sure not to choke, though" The immediate response was his
cock made to hit what was probably the back of Edward's throat if he could
tell."Or choke, I don't mind. I'll give you first aid if need be"
He was trying to be funny
just to take the edge off what he felt. Edward was too good, so much better
than his casual one-night-stands or random quickies. It wasn't fair that he was
this good. It meant that Adrian would come soon."Fuck" he whispered in
frustration as he began shooting in the warm mouth tormenting him.
There was a point in what
Edward had told him. No risk of staining his suit as Edward swallowed it all.
With a broad grin
splitting his face, Edward got to his feet."You taste great, Adrian. I love
it" He patted his lips gently.
Adrian smirked and took
Edward by surprise as he knelt in front of him.
Even someone like Edward
could be made to shut up for once. Adrian found the way to pull down Edward's
pants fast, and soon it was his mouth on a hard cock. Edward could run his
mouth all he wanted. The desire was reciprocal.
Edward didn't protest
anymore. Instead, he ran both hands through Adrian's unruly hair and held his
head to fuck his mouth. Adrian didn't mind; actually, he enjoyed someone a bit
rough from time to time. Too many people fell to his feet and acted obediently.
Adrian liked someone with a bit of spunk.
Speaking of which, he
wasn't the only one with loaded balls. Edward didn't voice his release in
coarse words, and his moans were subdued, held in, but Adrian could really
appreciate the mouthful.
He stole a glance in the
mirror. That position was jerk off material, too, with him dressed so nicely,
and giving his lover head like he meant it.
Edward was breathing
hard, and his eyes were glassy when Adrian stood up.
Edward laughed, but he
looked a bit wasted."I see you're learning fast. I'm glad you like it. As they
say in porn, there's more where that came from"
Edward laughed as he
straightened Adrian's tie."I don't dismiss your idea altogether. But let's
look the part. Here is a mint" he added, as he went to pick up a bowl from the
nightstand.
Adrian laughed and took
one."I'm glad you're so well prepared"
Edward pursed his lips
comically."This isn't a sleepover, Adrian"
Adrian smirked."But it
will be, right? Once we're done with the perverts"
Edward laughed and shook
his head."Sure, why not"
Adrian watched Edward's
behind as he walked out the door. That was one nice ass, and he would so love
to tap it. Later, of course, since obligations came first, but he would do it,
without a doubt.
TBC
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