Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs – Ch. 7
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Seven – Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire
Edward's lips on his were
something fierce. Usually, Adrian would have had no problem getting any bottom
boy to behave and curb his aggressiveness, but Edward was having none of it. As
Adrian had thought and desired, only earlier that night, Edward was a man, a
strong man who had no qualms about fighting him, which was exactly what he
hoped for.
His body slammed down on
the sofa, and Edward straddled his chest, resting his knees against the hollow of
Adrian's elbows.
"That hurts, you know,"
Adrian said with a wince.
"I thought you were wild
and a bit misunderstood, but in the light of recent events, I tend to think
that you're mischievous, too. And that is something I must drive out of you."
"Mischievous? Like how? I
just like sex," Adrian moaned and struggled to move his arms.
Edward pushed his knees
down a little harder.
"Is maiming me part of
the plan? I don't think I can feel the fingers in my right hand."
"I just want to make sure
you're listening. I am terribly upset with you."
"So you said. But I
thought we agreed I'd fuck you first. Then, I'm all yours for lecturing me or
whatever."
"While you snore and
dream of pretty bottom boys? I won't have it."
Adrian stared at Edward's
face. The guy seemed pretty serious. Also, there was something else, just as serious, going on for him. "You're hard," he pointed
out and laughed.
Edward's eyes thinned.
"You are being a total brat, Adrian. How am I supposed to go about disciplining
you?"
"It's simple. You're
not."
"That remains to be
seen."
Edward pushed himself up
and went straight for the chair on which he had his clothes, neatly folded.
Adrian jumped to his feet and caught him by one arm. "Are you jealous? For
real?"
"Oh, please."
There was a small flicker
in the dark green eyes when Edward glanced at him that wasn't lost on Adrian.
Apparently, Edward was more thin-skinned than he pretended to be. Or it was all
a game, but Adrian wasn't sure anyone could be that great an actor.
Adrian hugged Edward tightly
from behind. His lips traveled along the other's neck, teasing gently with
small kisses. "Since everything must be a negotiation with you, here is a deal
I'm offering. Let's fuck, and then you can do with me whatever."
"Careful, Adrian," Edward
said quietly. "It's not the first time you propose something outrageous."
"It's what you want,
right? Put a leash on me, ride me like a pony, I don't care. All I know is that
I want to be deep inside your amazing ass, and fuck you until I lose my mind."
"Are you trying to seduce
me?" Edward's small laugh seemed a bit harsh. But Adrian was getting used to
the façade. Behind it, there was still a man, and that was something he could
work with.
"Is it working?"
Edward turned toward him.
"Remember that you offered me complete control. Now let me exact a little
punishment for tonight's shenanigans."
"Aren't we going to
fuck?"
"You have a one-track
mind. Don't worry." Edward took Adrian's cock in his hand and rubbed it to full
hardness before continuing. "I will allow you to fuck me."
"I am honored, Your
Majesty. Let's get it over with that punishment you're talking about. Just make
sure you don't incapacitate me for the dicking I'm going to give you."
"Rest assured that it
won't come to that," Edward replied. With that, he plopped down on the sofa,
his legs parted, and his erection in full display.
Just for the record,
Adrian sucked off guys sometimes as a means to an end. But, right now, as he
looked at Edward's cock, hard and stern, just as its owner, he licked his lips.
"I so want to suck your cock," he said in a heartbeat.
"If I let you, you won't
understand what punishment is. Come and sit across my lap."
For a second, Adrian
stared at Edward, unsure if he had heard correctly. "Wait," he laughed, "do you
want to spank me?"
"You're getting off the
hook easier than you think," Edward warned him. "Don't keep me waiting. Also, I
should say. I won't hold back."
Adrian pulled at the lobe
of one ear, a bit puzzled over Edward's request. Could it be something as
childish and cliché as that? Edward seemed above the usual kinkiness Adrian had
the chance to experience or see. So a little spanking appeared a bit off. With
a shrug, he moved and placed himself over Edward's lap.
It took him a few seconds
to adjust his position as his cock was still hard. Edward's hand rested on his
buttocks and, for a couple of moments, just remained there, doing nothing.
Adrian was about to ask what was holding Edward back when the hand moved, and a
hard slap broke the silence.
"Jesus fucking Christ,"
Adrian shouted.
"You appear no longer in
the mood for laughing," Edward said.
"You took me by surprise,
that's all." Adrian squirmed a little, and the same hand touched the area it
had just slapped earlier.
This time, he steeled
himself. Edward was good at playing mind games, and Adrian realized he was
holding his breath. Just as he exhaled, the second slap followed. And in the
same place. Now that called for a little protest. "How about a small change?
I'm completely willing to turn the other cheek," he joked, to hide his
embarrassment over feeling that slap quite hard.
"Feeling generous?"
Edward teased.
The third slap landed on
the same spot. Go figure, Adrian thought dryly, and much to his shame, he could
feel his erection waning a little. Edward was putting his all into those slaps.
The next moment, Edward grabbed his ass cheek and squeezed it. Playfully, he
snuck one finger in Adrian's crack and teased the tight entrance.
"If you thought this some
prelude to your fucking me in the ass, you're wrong. After this, I'm going to
fuck you until you aren't able to walk straight."
"I've never been known
for that. You know, walking straight," Edward said, and his voice made him
sound content.
"Gay from head to toes?
That what you're saying?" Adrian asked casually, keeping hard from pushing his
ass up for a little more teasing.
Edward moved his hand
again, but only to land another slap, although, finally, he chose the other
cheek. All right, he only needed to brace himself for a few more, and that
would be all, Adrian thought.
He ground his teeth as
Edward suddenly increased his rhythm, and this time he didn't stop, not even to
allow Adrian the freedom to protest. In the end, Adrian started squirming. "The
fuck! This fucking hurts!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell yeah, I want you to
stop! My ass is on fucking fire!"
"Do you have honest
regrets about what you did tonight?"
For a second, Adrian
thought about defying Edward. Then, he reconsidered. As irking as the thought
of obeying the sexy, arrogant asshole was, he needed to be considerate of his
behind.
"I do! Fuck, I do! I
swear I don't need any sex parties in my life forever!"
Edward stopped abruptly.
"That's too bad, Adrian. I plan on taking you to many
sex parties."
Adrian looked over his
shoulder. Edward was watching him closely. "Fine. You win. I won't fuck around.
Is that enough to convince you? By the way, that's quite a heavy hand. What do
you do in your spare time?"
"I am much interested in
making you part of my spare time, so you will learn all about it. Do you think
you had enough, Adrian?"
Adrian rubbed his ass and
winced. "My dick is done for. I think you made a point."
"So we're not going to
fuck, after all?"
Adrian loved the way
Edward talked. It was like each word was chosen and spoken carefully. When
Edward said `fuck', it came out just as strong a word as it was. Many people
used it casually, Adrian included. But if Edward said it, the guy meant it.
"Just give me a second,
and I'll be up for it," he promised while getting to his feet.
Edward stood up, too, and
went for his clothes again.
"Oh, come on, you're not
going to leave now, are you?" Adrian complained.
"I only wanted to take
this," Edward said and pointed at a rectangular box he held in his hand.
"You'll do me the pleasure of wearing this, right?"
Adrian watched Edward as
he took out what looked pretty much like a dog collar. "You are into that pup
play, after all," he said out loud.
"I hate all that
masquerading with masks and tails, and everything," Edward said promptly. "But
I very much enjoy the idea of having a pet that adores me and hangs on my every
word and gesture."
Adrian bit his lips,
trying hard not to laugh. "Man, you should just get yourself a dog."
Edward scoffed. "As much
as I enjoy teasing your animal instincts, Adrian, I much appreciate your
beautiful human shape." To make a point, he closed the distance between them
and began putting the collar around Adrian's neck. "You truly look beautiful
like this." He caressed the collar, touching Adrian's skin in passing.
"Whatever floats your
boat," Adrian said with a small shrug.
There was a small flutter
in his stomach as he felt the leather rubbing against his skin and the coldness
of the metal buckle. Edward was a big pervert, after all, and Adrian was just
curious about how deep his perversions went. He had a feeling he was embarking
on a true trip of discovery.
***
Jared jolted when he felt
someone touching him gently on the cheek. He blinked a few times, chasing away
the sleep still hanging from his eyelashes, as he realized where he was. The
bedside lamp threw enough light for him to see Chris standing by the bed and
caressing him.
"Oh, sorry. I have no
idea how I managed to fall asleep so fast. What time is it?"
"I should be the one to
apologize. It's three in the morning."
Jared remained silent for
a moment. "I should go home then," he murmured.
"You look good in my
bed," Chris said.
He began undressing
slowly, making a show out of it. Jared pushed himself up on his elbows and
turned to have a good look at Chris. "You have an amazing body for your age.
Ah, damn, sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
His words caught in his
throat as his eyes landed on Chris's manhood, stiff as a log. Again, Chris came
closer and began caressing Jared's cheek, his fingers touching his mouth and
the thumb finding its way inside. Without thinking, Jared took it between his
lips and began sucking on it.
"Oh, yes," Chris said
quietly, "you are so good at this, kiddo."
Jared stopped. "Kiddo?"
Chris smiled fondly at
him and leaned in to steal a kiss. "You're the one who sees me as old."
Jared pouted theatrically
and then laughed. "I guess I could be convinced to wake up."
"Good," Chris said
shortly and straightened up.
Jared's laughed died out
as Chris began nudging his cheek with his cock again. He looked up, and his
eyelids fluttered as he took in Chris's intense eyes, then his strong chest,
and last his taut abdomen.
He used his hands to
caress the tough planes of the body in front of him, pliant under his fingers,
but only this much. Jared risked another look up and noticed the smile curling
Chris's lips. He had never met anyone like that. Chris knew what he wanted, and
he was firm without being forceful. Anyone Jared had ever had sex in his life
with paled in comparison, they appeared like nothing but clumsy teenagers, too
reckless to stop and notice anything, too eager, and too hurried, only until
the moment they reached their climax.
In front of him stood a
man, a real man, and Jared felt he was getting into something he knew nothing
about. But he was willing to discover it all. Unlike Adrian, he had never had a
serious relationship, not for lack of trying, but for lack of suitable
partners. So he had never truly felt, and he had never truly hurt.
He took Chris's cock into
his mouth and looked up from time to time, awaiting confirmation that he did
well. Chris curled his fingers around the back of his head, moving only to play
a little with the small leather tie keeping Jared's hair in that proper
ponytail to let it loose.
"Like this, kiddo, like
this," Chris encouraged him.
Jared loved being
praised. He wrapped one hand around Chris's cock and began moving his tongue
and lips over the length. Feeling that strong cock in his mouth was more than
what he had bargained for, though. It put a little strain on his jaw, as Chris
was holding him in place, without allowing him too much freedom of
movement.
But it was all good since
he was willing to work for it.
"Yes, beautiful," Chris
encouraged him, his hand still firm on Jared's neck.
Jared was discovering
things about himself. He had liked sex, enjoyed it, before, but this was
different. It was funny to think of it that way, but he put his soul into it
this time. So he increased his rhythm, determined to show Chris his entire
appreciation.
As a difference from
other times, now he knew well, Chris was hard because of him and for him. With
others, too often, he had experienced the feeling that he and his partner for
the night were nothing but people found in a typical situation, horny and only
with the present possibilities to solve that.
This wasn't it, Jared
thought. He could feel his erection straining inside his pants. As much as he
adjusted his position to suck off Chris better, nothing was helping with that.
So he just placed one hand over his erection, pressing down on it hard, while
strange sounds made his throat vibrate as he couldn't be convinced for anything
to let go of the juicy bit in his mouth.
Bit wasn't the right
word. Jared found himself more and more enthralled with everything that was
Chris, his smell, his cock, the wiry hair above it, the muscular body, the way he held Jared in place, stern and demanding. Never
before he had ever thought of feeling so good about being used. But there was
pleasure to be taken from pleasuring another, and that was all Jared's mind was
filled with, to the brim.
"I'm close, kiddo," Chris
whispered.
Through the haze of his
arousal, Jared remembered Adrian's warning, and he pulled the glorious cock out
of his mouth, only to make it shoot all over his face. Chris grunted, and there
was a sign of surprise in how he appeared to ground his teeth hard as he came.
Fuck. He should have
talked about it before this, Jared scolded himself inwardly. And the worst part
was that he hadn't thought about how he could say it, without making it sound
like an insult or an accusation.
Chris ruffled his hair, a
bit too hard. "I thought you would swallow it all. All that, wasted." He
laughed, apparently not as upset as Jared would have believed him to be.
He touched his cheeks gingerly.
"Um, can I have a tissue or something?"
Jared didn't dare to look
up, but he sensed Chris moving away. He kept his eyes down, so he was a bit
surprised with the gentle touch on his cheek. Chris batted his hand away as he
tried to grab the tissue, and he allowed his face to be wiped clean.
"It's okay if you don't
like to swallow. I was under the impression that you enjoyed it the last time."
Jared just nodded and
looked away. "Ah, it's a bit weird, and I don't know how to put it."
Chris took him by the
shoulders and then grabbed his chin, making him look up. "What is it?"
Jared could feel his
cheeks getting red. Normally, with anyone else, he would have had no issues
with bringing that up. But Chris was a different breed than people of Jared's
age, and he might take it personally. "You see, um, I don't know you, and – Ah,
this is harder than I thought!"
Chris kissed him gently.
"Just say it. I won't be upset if that's what you worry about."
Jared closed his eyes and
then opened it. "If we're to swallow each other's cum, we should exchange
medical information and stuff." He had said it so fast that he had barely had
time to breathe. Therefore, he inhaled deeply when he finished.
Chris's silence was not a
good sign. But Adrian was right, and Jared knew it. At least, it was out in the
open.
"It's not like I suspect
you are ..., ah, damn, I'm burying myself deeper, right?" Jared said and tried to
move away from Chris.
"Wait." Chris took him by
the hand and pulled him close. "Actually, I think that's a great idea. I didn't
know we're getting committed here, but you have a point, and, as I promised, I
didn't get upset."
Jared opened his mouth
and then closed it, unsure if he could force his luck. In the end, the curious
part of him won. "Are we getting committed?"
Chris laughed. "I think
so. It's the third time we see each other, and what do you know, the sex is as
hot as in the beginning."
Jared rolled his eyes and
laughed, too. Chris took advantage and pushed him down on the bed to climb on
top of him. "I thought young people today are more into fleeting hookups than
into relationships."
"Well, we're not. We're
totally responsible. We don't even say `hello' to one another, and we ask each
other when it was the last time we got checked."
"That's very responsible,
indeed. But I wasn't talking about that. I was thinking about you wanting us to
become something more."
"I do want it. I think. I
do," Jared replied, feeling more and more panicked now. Was Chris just teasing
him?
"You better do because I
am all for not using condoms at all."
"Oh." Jared relaxed a
little. "I wasn't thinking very far, I guess."
Chris laughed again.
"Well, you can't take it back. Exchanging medical information is a pretty big
step. And," he said, as he moved one hand and caressed Jared's lips slowly,
focusing on them intently, "I really enjoy coming in your mouth, so any
sacrifice would be too little for me to get to do that."
"Do you like my mouth
that much?" Jared asked.
"Mm, I think it's
delicious and that it looks absolutely amazing wrapped around my cock and
pulling all the juice out of my balls."
"You sure don't mince
words," Jared replied.
"Am I coming too hard at
you?"
"I was lucky I closed my
eyes in time," Jared joked.
Chris chuckled and kissed
Jared deeply. "You know, I think your mouth is good in many ways. I can barely
wait to enjoy your ass completely bareback."
"Is there such a thing as
a partial bareback?" Jared asked, grinning.
"As I said. Your mouth is
something else. Now, until I get everything straightened out, how about I go
search for some pesky condoms, put one on and fuck you?"
Jared nodded
enthusiastically.
"Undress," Chris ordered
as he got up. Jared obeyed and began right away. From the door, Chris looked at
him. "Just wait for me, sexy."
Jared looked back. "I
wouldn't be anywhere else."
Chris rewarded him with
another fond smile.
***
Mike was biting his nails
and didn't have the guts to leave the stall. Now he fucked up big time. He
couldn't call Jared and ask for advice, as it was too late, and most probably
he was now with Chris, sleeping even, like normal people. Adrian, he didn't
dare to call. Also, he doubted Adrian even had his phone on. As Mike knew his
other best friend, he was probably swimming in hot bodies by now.
That left him with
nothing but his anxiety and utter panic as companions.
"Mike?" Someone called
from outside.
It wasn't Ryan's voice,
so Mike let out a breath of relief. Then, he re-became rightfully
alarmed.
"I'm all right," he
replied loudly.
Jimmy came and knocked
softly on the door. "Is it because of the booze?"
"No! I mean, yes! I think
I got a bit fucked up," Mike replied.
"Can I come in? I am
pretty good at this kind of stuff. You know, because of my job." Jimmy laughed
good-naturedly.
"I'd rather sit here by
myself and drown in my misery," Mike said.
"Nonsense. There's too
little water in the toilet bowl to drown," Jimmy joked and pushed open the
door.
Mike stared at the cute
bartender, hoping his guilt wasn't transparent. Jimmy touched his forehead.
"Have you managed to throw up?"
Mike just shook his
head.
"I think you might feel a
little better if you got some of what you drank out of your system."
"No way. I can't do that.
It scares me to throw up because I feel like I can't breathe."
Jimmy looked at him,
visibly concerned, and then his face changed a little. "Are you getting cold
feet because of our little arrangement?"
Mike looked down and said
nothing.
"Hey," Jimmy called
softly, "it's okay. You can tell me. I thought that
you would be okay with it, but, in all truth, I didn't ask you. So you can just
say if you don't want to, you know."
"Oh, fuck." Mike covered
his eyes. "Now, you must hate me. I practically had sex with your boyfriend,
and now I don't want to have sex with you!"
Jimmy began laughing.
"I'm not the jealous type if that's what you're worried about."
"What are you two birdies
doing in the toilet?" Gino's voice startled both of them.
Other people were coming
and going, but their corner of the bathroom was claimed, so their little drama
could unfold without that many witnesses, Mike thought without one trace of
humor.
"We'll just have to have
fun by ourselves tonight," Jimmy explained.
"What's wrong with him?"
Gino asked, pointing with his chin toward Mike.
"He's not feeling that
well."
Mike remained mute. Was
there a reason why Jimmy was lying to Gino? He could just say that Mike wasn't
feeling like being the third wheel in a threesome. It couldn't be that much of
a problem, right?
"Did he throw up?" Gino
asked.
"Gino, let's just call
Mike a cab so that he can go home."
"It's all right. You two
don't have to worry about me so much," Mike intervened.
Gino grimaced, and Mike
wondered, all of a sudden, what Jimmy could see in him. He had no idea why his
addled brain had come up with that, but that was what he believed, for a
moment. Gino was handsome, but there was something arrogant in how he was
carrying himself like he expected all the twinks in
the universe to fall at his feet.
And it wasn't anything
like Adrian's arrogance if that made any sense. Adrian was a bit playful, and
it was like from the start, people knew they couldn't take him seriously. Also,
Mike had never known Adrian to take rejection badly, although he seemed pretty
pissed about that Edward dude.
"Then I might just go
home and hit the hay," Gino said.
What? Mike's ears perked
up. If there was no threesome, the guy didn't want to go home with his
boyfriend?
"I'm sorry I ruined your
night, guys," Mike offered. "Do you have long until you finish your shift,
Jimmy? You two should go home together."
"It's all right," Jimmy
replied and waved.
"I'm going home to my
place," Gino intervened, somewhat aggressively.
"You two don't live
together?" Mike asked, the question flying out of his mouth without being able
to stop it.
Jimmy stole a quick,
embarrassed look at him. "Let's say we're not at that stage in our
relationship."
But they were at that
stage where they planned threesomes, Mike thought and felt unease washing over
him. It appeared that, by accident, he had walked into a bit of a complicated
situation.
"Raincheck, then?" Gino
asked Mike, without paying attention to Jimmy, which Mike thought pretty rude.
"I don't think so," Mike
said. "I'm not cut for this type of stuff."
"Really?" Gino asked and
frowned. "So you were planning to ditch me, just like that? He's not sick, is
he?" He turned toward his boyfriend.
Mike bit his lips hard.
He had a knack for saying – and texting! – the wrong
things tonight. "I wasn't planning anything! And actually, you two came on to
me, not the other way around."
Jimmy threw him a
distressed look but immediately began talking. "I'm sorry, Mike. I really am. I
shouldn't have assumed you would be into something like this."
"I thought you said this
guy was a sure thing," Gino said to Jimmy.
Mike wanted to be
somewhere else altogether. If only he could wish for that and disappear, it
would be great.
"Mike isn't prepared,"
Jimmy explained, and Mike could read defensiveness in his voice. "We will just
find someone else."
"You're always like
this." Gino snorted. "I guess it's up to me to find a guy that won't stand us
up."
Ah, now Gino cared about
including Jimmy in the situation, but obviously, only so that he could put him
down for being incapable of finding the right person for a threesome.
"I can do that," Jimmy
said quickly. "Stop jumping to conclusions."
"I'm not jumping to
anything," Gino replied. "I'll just bring someone."
"I'd rather you didn't,"
Jimmy said and appeared a little cross as he said that.
"Mike!" Someone called
for him.
Mike got to his feet.
"Guys, stop fighting over me. Also, I should go."
"We're not fighting over
you," Gino said, in an irritated voice.
Now Mike had no idea what
he had seen in Gino no longer than a week ago. In the harsh light of the
bathroom, he appeared cold and uncaring. No matter how handsome he was, his
features seemed twisted and unappealing.
"Mike!" Ryan called
again, and Mike made himself squeeze through Gino and Jimmy, who were facing
each other in the cramped place like they were about to get into a fight.
"There you are." Ryan had
a deep frown etched between his eyebrows, and he seemed quite upset.
Mike stopped, dead in his
tracks. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Busy with the quarrel erupting
between Jimmy and Gino, he had forgotten all about how he was about to lose his
job, and in the most humiliating manner possible.
Ryan looked good, wearing
the same plaid shirt as that Monday when they had hooked up shortly. Mike's
heart ached instantly.
"And who's this guy?"
Gino asked as he got out of the stall, followed by Jimmy, who tried to catch
his arm.
What a fucking night.
Mike turned toward Gino. "He's my --"
Ryan placed a heavy hand
on his shoulder. "I'm Mike's boyfriend. Do you have a problem with that?"
Mike gaped like a fish.
Jimmy's eyes grew wide. "Do you have a boyfriend? This man is your boyfriend?"
Mike didn't have it in
him even to nod, that scared he was about Ryan's statement.
"I can't believe it!"
Jimmy looked at him and frowned. "Let's go, Gino," he called for his boyfriend
and pushed against Mike's shoulder on his way out.
Mike just got out of the
way. He totally deserved it. Gino threw him a disdainful look, but he didn't
push against him, like Jimmy. Instead, he gave Ryan a quick once-over. The
smirk on his face disappeared quickly, though. Mike was pretty sure Ryan was
giving Gino a stare to be remembered. He didn't dare to turn and look.
"Let's go home," Ryan
said and squeezed his shoulder to the point of making it painful.
Mike just nodded. All
right, so he wouldn't be fired in that bathroom, and Ryan was at least merciful
enough to conduct such business somewhere away from other people. That was
something he could live with.
***
"So, do I get upgraded to
the bedroom?" Edward made a small gesture with his chin.
"Upgraded?" Adrian
snorted. "Your Majesty, my humble abode is all yours. I could do you on the
balcony if you just said the word."
Edward's lips twitched.
Adrian leaned in and bit them softly, and Edward chased his mouth, biting back,
a bit too hard. "I'd rather not do something so outrageously scandalous. And I
am known to appreciate comfort, so please bear that in mind. What are you
doing?"
Adrian laughed as he
hiked Edward in his arms.
"Put me down this
instant!"
He could, but he had
something to prove, Adrian thought, and managed, not without struggle, to put
Edward over one shoulder and walk with him into the bedroom where he slammed
him down on the bed, without any preamble.
Without allowing Edward
one moment more to protest, Adrian covered him with his body and kissed him
deeply. "Are you saying that I'm bad at kissing? How about this?"
He covered Edward's mouth
again and pressed their mouths together while his tongue got busy. Edward's
resistance was slowly melting, and that meant that he was doing the right
thing. If he could put his mind to it, Adrian could be an awesome kisser, he
decided. So Edward would get his kisses if it meant that neither of them felt
his lips at the end of the night.
Edward grabbed his head
hard and kissed him back. It was like a battle, but one in which the
competitors faced each other in a game of seduction. Adrian didn't like losing,
so he grabbed Edward by the shoulders after he slid his arms under him to keep
him in place.
"Tell me, Your Majesty,"
Adrian said breathily as he continued to bite and kiss and provoke, "tell me
that I'm good."
"Are you longing for my
approval?" To his satisfaction, Edward's voice was as strained as his.
"Yes." Adrian could play
that game. He wasn't stupid. If he gave Edward what he wanted, heaven
awaited.
"You do well enough."
Adrian moved his lips
across Edward's perfectly shaved jawline and sank his teeth in an earlobe once
he reached it. "This is not what I expect."
"Would you like me to lie
to you?"
"I would like you to be
honest, and I think you had no one like me, Your Majesty."
"I have had many men in
my bed and my life."
"But no one like me,"
Adrian insisted.
"Is this what matters?"
Edward hissed as Adrian snuck one hand between them to grab his erection.
"What matters is to let
yourself feel this," Adrian said.
Without any other unnecessary
words, Adrian slid down on Edward's body and caught his erect cock between his
lips.
Edward inhaled sharply
and grabbed a handful of Adrian's hair. It didn't hurt, but Adrian could
appreciate it. After all, the way the slim fingers flexed and pulled gave him
excellent indications of whether what he was doing was good or bad.
As things looked, he was
doing pretty damn good. Adrian took hold of Edward's
cock and held it so that he could savor it properly.
"Damn it," Edward said
with a grunt. "I thought you wanted to fuck me, not this."
"And? Since when do I do
what you say?"
Edward's only reply was
another moan of unbridled pleasure. Adrian would have grinned in satisfaction,
but his mouth was pretty busy. So, instead, he continued to suck with gusto,
making sure to release Edward's cock with a small pop now and then, only so
that he could look at the engorged head and the way the thing pulsed in his
hand, obviously much in agreement with its treatment.
"Adrian," Edward warned
in a breathless whisper.
Adrian stopped and got to
his feet. Edward looked at him, seemingly a tad disoriented, his face flushed,
his flawless skin covered by a thin layer of perspiration, and a single curl of
hair rebelling from the perfect hairdo and gluing to his forehead.
"I'm getting a condom."
Adrian winked at the gorgeous man on his bed and got quickly busy with the
rubber.
He grabbed the lube on
his way to the bed. Edward tried to move with his back to him, but Adrian
stopped him. "No. Like this."
"Really? Missionary?"
Adrian just shrugged. "I
want to look at your face." Edward looked away. Adrian caught his chin and made
him look back at him. "Just to make it clear, I want something real."
Edward smirked. "Serving
me my lessons back?"
"No. I want something
real."
Edward remained silent.
Adrian was quick to use the lube on both of them, and if there was any
discomfort experienced by his bed partner, nothing showed on that aristocratic
face. He had spoken the truth. Edward excited him, he made him want more, so he
didn't want to miss one second of staring into that handsome face and gauge
each moment of arousal, of realization that Adrian was truly good, good for
him, and different from whomever Edward had ever had.
When he pushed inside, he
wasn't uncaring, but he didn't allow Edward too much time to adjust. It was
amazing to realize how well their bodies fit, as Adrian draped himself all over
Edward's sweaty body and bucked his hips to push all the way inside. There was
no weirdness, no elbows, and knees in the way, which meant that Edward was more
of an experienced bottom than he wanted to admit. He was pliant as he received
Adrian into his body.
"Do you feel me, Your
Majesty?" Adrian continued to move his hips and nothing else so that he could
allow Edward to experience his cock alone.
"You're big. Is that what
you want to hear, Adrian?"
Adrian smiled. "I want to
wreck you this night, and wreck you good."
"I am not inexperienced.
It would be hard to achieve such a purpose, especially since I have been in
this position countless times. Unless you want to become unnecessary forceful."
Adrian took one of
Edward's hands and placed it on his collar. "You're the one with the power
here. Pull me hard, and I'll know I'm hurting you. Deal?"
Edward pulled at the
leather collar. "I might pull at it hard when it's too good. Will you stop?"
"Tell me what you want."
Adrian moved slowly, enjoying each small gasp from Edward, and the way his
eyelids fluttered. "I'll do everything you want."
"Another time. I'll use
this blank check you're giving me. Now, just fuck me like you mean it."
Adrian grinned. "Sure
thing, Your Majesty."
Edward's next aroused
groan didn't take him by surprise. Adrian cradled his partner's head on his
palms as he moved in and out, slowly at first, taking in every sign of pleasure
from Edward. They were moving as one, and that was fucking amazing. Only
tonight, Adrian had fucked so many others, but it was nothing compared to this.
Perfect sexual compatibility that had to be. For that, he could live with
Edward's sharp tongue and pretentions. And since it wasn't a relationship, any
other complications were out of the question.
As he began moving faster
and faster, Edward's gasps increased in frequency, too. Now, he was pulling at
Adrian's collar hard, while his eyes were rolling in his head. Adrian didn't
have to look to know Edward was coming.
That was the real
satisfaction of all that had happened that night, Adrian realized. "Exquisite, Your Majesty," he whispered, and then finally turned toward
his own pleasure.
It didn't take him long.
He had the sensation that he had been there for the entire time, and loud
shouts of victory accompanied his release. "Yes, yes, yes!"
For a few moments after,
he almost blacked out. Edward kept him close as his body trembled. Why was it
so good with this man? Adrian was a simple man.
One minute later, he
moved away and placed a small kiss on Edward's shoulder. "When's the next time
we can do this?"
Edward laughed. "And here
I was, believing you when you told me that you would keep me up all night
long."
"I will get it up again.
Just say the word, and I'll obey."
Edward turned toward him.
"You really are special, Adrian."
Adrian grinned. "I hope
you're not saying like I'm slow in the head or something like that."
The dark green eyes were
shining. "Nothing like that."
"So," Adrian teased, "did
you enjoy it or what?"
Edward made a small
gesture at his body. Adrian took in with satisfaction the cum
spread all over Edward's abdomen and chest. "Nice load. I wish I could clean it
up."
"We'll get to that. Like
anyone in this day and age, before committing fully, we will prove our
seriousness by presenting medical records."
"I don't go bareback,"
Adrian said apologetically.
"Even if we're both
tested?" Edward asked, and appeared disappointed.
Adrian hesitated. "I
don't do attachment well."
"Yet, it's what I ask of
you. And you know that I don't mean it as a relationship in the romantic sense
of the term. Is that what you worry about? I want us to enjoy each other's
cum."
Adrian exhaled. "You make
my mouth water, Your Majesty," he said, as he threw one forearm over his
eyes.
"Come on, Adrian. Not
only in the beginning, but we will both get tested regularly, just to make
sure. I'm a doctor. I know how important such things are."
Adrian put his arm
covering his face away. "You're serious about this."
Edward nodded.
"You like me."
Edward rolled his eyes.
"Would I have let you do this to me otherwise?" He pointed out at his
body.
Adrian smirked. "Then
let's do this."
"But no more parties with
bottom boys sharing you," Edward warned.
"When I have you?" Adrian
threw Edward a look full of meaning.
Edward smiled contently.
"You do have something of a seducer in you, after all, Adrian."
"I'm doing my best for
you."
"Then I should take a
quick shower and go back --"
"What? No way. Sleep
here."
"Why? We're done, are we
not?"
Adrian leaned in and
suddenly pushed his nose into the hollow of Edward's neck. "But, I need to
smell you more."
Edward laughed. "To
create affinity? Is this what you're trying to say?"
"Call it whatever. I want
my sheets to smell of you. Until I see you again."
"So, you don't wash your
sheets regularly?" Edward joked.
Adrian snickered but
stood there without moving. "I was just trying to be romantic."
"But we're not in a
romantic relationship," Edward pointed out.
"I know. But anything
like this seems to be to your liking, and I'm all for satisfying you."
"True," Edward
admitted.
"Stay. Take your shower.
But sleep here, in this bed, with me around you."
Edward pushed himself up.
"I should take that, too." He gestured for the full condom, still on Adrian's
cock.
"Sure," Adrian said.
He put his arms under his
head and watched Edward pulling the condom off with care. Well, he wasn't for
relationships and all that, but he could get used to that. And since there
weren't any emotional entanglements, he had nothing to worry about.
***
Mike was small as he
walked behind Ryan, but he stopped when they were in the parking lot. "Mr.
Armstrong, I think it's okay if you fire me here. I wouldn't want to take much
of your time."
Ryan appeared not to hear
him. He stopped in front of a car, sleek, but featuring a low profile in the
vicinity of much gaudier vehicles. "Get inside."
Mike stared a little,
wondering what Ryan could mean by that. He watched his boss as he got behind
the wheel and then opened the other door. "Are you coming today?"
He hurried and climbed
in. Without another sound, he fixed his safety belt. Funny, how sober he felt,
despite having drunken quite a lot. With his small body frame, he was usually a
lousy candidate for drinking too much.
Ryan kicked the engine
into gear and pulled out of the parking lot, without sparing Mike a glance.
"Where do you live?"
Oh, home. That what Ryan
meant. But when would he talk about firing Mike? In a quiet voice, Mike told
him the address and some directions on how to get there. On their way there,
they remained silent, Ryan focused on the road, and Mike too scared even to
breathe.
He did breathe. The
problem was that he could feel Ryan's expensive cologne each time he inhaled,
and that made him dizzy. Not because the scent was overpowering or anything
like that, but because Mike couldn't help feeling a tiny bit aroused, which was
terribly fucked up since he would get fired soon, and no one in the whole
universe could have a boner while waiting for something as terrible as that.
"Thank you for the ride,
Mr. Armstrong," he said when Ryan pulled in front of his building. "Have a good
... night?"
The question mark
remained unanswered. He had no idea what would happen next. Most probably, Ryan
would wait until Monday to fire him properly. After all, it was pretty stupid
to think that Ryan would just fire someone while giving him a ride home. The
thought alone was so ridiculous that Mike couldn't keep in a small snort.
Ryan had already stepped
out of the car and was looking at him like he was a lunatic. Of course, that
wasn't off the mark seeing how Mike had drunk-texted, tried and failed to get
some threesome action, and now had been given a ride home by his boss who would
fire him as soon as the circumstances allowed.
"Anything funny?" Ryan's
voice was irritated.
Mike gulped. "No, sir.
Good night."
He began walking toward
his building, trying hard not to stare back. The problem was, he realized only
one second later, Ryan was following him in. "Do you know someone in this
building?" he asked stupidly.
Ryan put one hand on his
shoulder and pushed him inside the elevator. "What floor?"
Great, Mike thought. He
had made such a fool of himself, that Ryan didn't trust him now that he knew
his address. So that meant that Ryan would see him to the door.
They were out on his
floor, and after a few tries, Mike managed to put the key in and open the door.
"I guess I am home," he said and looked at Ryan over his shoulder.
Ryan stood close to him.
Too close.
"So you don't have to
worry that I might --" Mike swallowed his words. He might, what? Drunk-text
again?
"We have to talk." Ryan
followed him in.
Mike stopped in the
middle of the small room, which served as a resemblance of a living room. His
bedroom was even tinier, so that was as good as it got. And it wasn't like Ryan
wanted to see his bedroom, right?
"Sorry about all the
mess," he said as he gestured around.
"What mess?" Ryan asked
as he threw a cursory look at the sofa, the TV, and the coffee table that made
pretty much all the furniture Mike had there.
"I don't know. It's a way
of saying," Mike replied as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Do
you want to sit down? Can I get you anything?"
Ryan let out an
exasperated sigh. "This is not a social call, Mike."
"Right," Mike admitted.
"You're about to fire me."
Ryan shook his head and
then ran one hand over his face. He appeared a bit amused as he looked at Mike.
"All I want from you is to explain yourself."
Mike let his shoulders
drop. "It would be much easier if you just fired me."
"You're one hell of a
server technician, so I'm not about to let you go because you decided to
torture me via phone texts."
"Torture you?" Mike's eyes
grew wide.
"Maybe we should sit down
for a bit."
Mike followed Ryan as if
his boss was the host, and he the guest. It was pretty stupid, but what of what
he had done the entire night wasn't?
"Are you playing with
me?" Ryan asked directly.
Mike was sitting at the
other end of the sofa, so, as small as that was, they were at a relatively safe
distance from one another. Ryan seemed relaxed, sitting there and watching Mike
with a strange look in his eyes.
"No, sir," he said in a
small whisper.
"I see. You don't appear
very drunk."
"I guess," Mike replied.
"I don't know how much I had."
"Which means that you
were pretty sober when you sent me those texts," Ryan concluded.
"No!" Mike protested.
"I was expecting to find
you wasted, but you seem fine," Ryan pointed out.
"I was drunk when I
texted," Mike explained. "But then you called, and I realized what a big
mistake I did, and then, poof, I was sober. Also, the cold air helped. I
think."
He made little to no
sense. Ryan was toying with him, and any moment now, the other shoe would drop.
A tense silence followed, and Mike didn't dare to look up and at Ryan.
Then, he heard a small
laugh.
"You're one hell of a
guy, aren't you, Micah?" Ryan said.
"I thought I was just one
hell of a server technician," Mike replied. "And nobody calls me Micah."
"Hmm. Then maybe I
should. Seeing how I was so special."
"I don't remember saying
that," Mike mumbled.
"Right. Good thing I have
all your texts so that we can talk about them at large."
"No," Mike moaned and
buried his face into his hands.
"Oh, yes," Ryan said, and
he appeared to be enjoying himself quite a lot. "Let's see ... The first
one. You should be sorry for being so
handsome. Really, who talks like that? It's like you're from a hotline ad or
something."
In
Ryan's mouth, those words seemed even more disastrous. Mike kept his hands
firmly on his face.
"How
do I talk exactly? I wasn't aware that I could have a fruitful career recording
ASMR videos."
Mike
pulled his knees up and embraced them with his arms while keeping his face
hidden.
"Well?
Are you going to tell me or not?"
What
could he tell? "Please, just fire me," he moaned.
"No.
I have no intention of doing that. Leaving aside my ability to talk like a
hotline performer, let's see the next. You should be sorry for messing me up.
FYI, two hot men are waiting for me right now so that we could have a
threesome. A threesome, do you get it? I shouldn't be thinking of you! Exclamation mark. Hmm. So I should be sorry. Will
it help if I apologize?" Ryan offered.
Mike
pulled his head out. It was a bit hard to breathe. "You don't have to
apologize. That was just me, being stupid."
"I
don't know. Via text, you sound pretty intense. And I thought you were nothing
but shy and nervous. Ah, which brings us to the last text, through which you
challenged me to offer a reply. So you're not saying anything? I guess for you
it was just another blowjob. But for me, it wasn't. For you, it was just
another Monday night, going around seducing the shy and nervous type. What did
you even mean by that? Shy and nervous is nobody's type! I will go and have
that threesome now. Well, I must
admit that your challenging me was quite compelling."
Mike risked a small look
at Ryan. It appeared as if the distance between them was no longer so significant.
"Compelling how?"
Ryan's eyes shone with
something dark and dangerous. "No way in hell I would let you get involved in a
threesome if I could help it."
Mike was afraid to
breathe. He just kept looking at Ryan, and, for a few long seconds, they both
remained silent.
"It wasn't just another
blowjob," Ryan said in a quiet, low voice. "Do you understand what I'm saying,
Mike?"
He didn't reply. He could
still not breathe normally.
Ryan sighed and
straightened up in his seat, looking away from Mike. "We can't, Mike. Do you
understand?"
"I do," Mike said meekly.
"I don't think you do."
Ryan sounded irritated again.
"I won't do it again. I
was just drunk. Look, I'm going to do what I should have done the moment I
learned you were my boss. I'm going to delete your number."
Mike pulled out his phone
and, with trembling hands, began browsing through his list of contacts, wanting
to delay the moment, no matter how wrong it was to do that.
A steady hand covered the
screen of his phone and then pulled the device away from him. "Don't." Ryan's
voice was tense.
Mike turned toward his
guest and didn't protest at all as hot lips took his, and he was kissed as he
had dreamed for days and nights.
Like all good things, it
had to come to an end, and Mike kept his eyes closed shut even as Ryan moved
away.
"I'll be on my way," Ryan
said and stood up.
Mike opened his eyes and
stood up, too. "What does this mean?" he asked, as he started pulling at the
hem of his t-shirt.
"That I'll have to go
home and try to catch some sleep for what remained of this night," Ryan
replied.
For a moment, Mike
snickered. He would have offered the same answer if asked. "But ... the kiss?" he
whispered.
Ryan looked at him, and
his eyes were filled with unhidden pain. "I can't afford anything else."
Mike nodded as if he
understood. If anything, he was the most confused he had ever been. He remained
standing, even long after the door closed.
TBC
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