Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2019 13:19:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Aaron Deepneau Subject: Little White Pills chapter 27 Thanks guys for the support and patience as I finally (several reworks later) got to tell how a couple of the other guys spent their Valentine's day. For those of you who've been waiting for the mushy stuff, enjoy! And be sure to spread a little enjoyment to Nifty too: you can donate to them at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 27: "Twu Wuv" Dave checked the table settings on the beat-up little dinette for the third time. Flowers: check. Candles: check. Wait, shit, where was the lighter?! Right, in his pocket, duh. Plates and forks good, new placemats looking good, table looked fine, looked just like he wanted it... He should check the chicken...no, leave it alone, he just did that. Fuck! He should've known Aaron and Paul would over-deliver when he asked them to help. Was the chicken going to get overcooked? Maybe he should check again...no, leave it. It was in a sauce, it'd be fine. At least that's what the recipe said. He realized he was buzzing hard from adrenaline. Get a grip, he thought, it's just Valentine's day. His first one with Joey as a couple, but it'd all be fine. Deep breaths, he reminded himself, just stick with the plan. His phone buzzed: just took off. Sprinting. gl _Finally, Dave thought. Thx A, he replied. Happy V day. [thumbs up] lemme know! [thumbs up] Okay, so if Joey was sprinting he had maybe...10 minutes? Should he light the candles? He should light them. Fuck cutting weight, he thought, and downed a very large shot of Tito's. He could hit the treadmill tomorrow. The vodka left a warm glow that helped distract him, and his hands had stopped shaking a bit when he lit the candles. Okay, just need to wait. He plopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Just a normal night... He hadn't even finished channel surfing when the door opened with a blast of cold air, followed by his boyfriend. "Oh my God," Joey exclaimed as he threw down his duffel and began stripping off his outdoor gear. "A and Paul would not shut. The fuck. Up. After I finished. I'm so sorry I'm late babe, but they were like a freakin' quiz show asking me about shit. You'd've thought I was already going to regionals, the way they were talking." Hat, parka, gloves, and scarf off finally off his compact frame, he leaned over the sofa and gave Dave a solid kiss. "Sorry I'm late," he said again. There was another kiss, longer this time and with some tongue. Dave's adrenaline rush didn't go away, but it definitely had something else to focus on. Later, he reminded himself, and pulled away. "No problemo," he smiled, "let's get dinner though, huh? I'm starving." "Me too," Joey said. From his look he clearly didn't just mean for food; Dave felt himself thickening up. Joey did straighten up though, at which point he took in the table. "Awww...that looks really nice babe. And something smells good...damn, now I'm starving too!" He suddenly shot Dave a calculating look. "Sure is lucky you had time to get all this together before I got home..." Dave grinned and shrugged. "Yep, sure was lucky." "Those assholes," Joey laughed. "Lemme put my shit away, and then let's eat!" He hauled his gym bag into the bedroom while Dave pulled himself off the couch. He was about to grab the plates like usual when he remembered...shit! He'd just put the pan on the table..but it was hot...um.... He grabbed a dish towel and set the fry pan on top of it just as Joey returned. Oh my God he looks fine, Dave thought. His boyfriend's light brown hair was slightly mussed up, and he'd changed from a sweatshirt to a nicer going-out sweater that outlined his muscular frame nicely. Not to mention the way the jeans showed off his ass. The package in front wasn't obvious, but yeah, there was a big ol' dick in there if you knew to look. Which Dave definitely did. Joey reached for his plate, but Dave quickly stopped him. "No no, monsieur, tonight we feature table service," he said in his best cheesy French accent, and held out the chair for Joey. "Wow, fancy," Joey replied. "Way to kick it up a notch." He sat as Dave scooted the chair forward. "Someone's gonna get a good tip tonight." He smiled up at Dave with a look of secret excitement. Well that wasn't hard to figure out. "Yes, someone is," he said, and smiled back widely. Then the two of them were just standing there grinning at each other like idiots, before Dave snorted and broke his gaze. "So let's eat, huh?" "What've we got?" Joey leaned forward. "For monsieur, we have ze chicken canzanese with just a bit of rice for ze carbo loading," Dave replied, and lifted the pan to spoon a small gravy-covered breast out, then added some rice from the other pan; Joey gave it an appreciative sniff. "This smells so good--crap! I freakin' hate cutting weight." He made a face. "I know, right?" Dave sighed, and spooned out a portion that wasn't too much bigger. "I figured we could cheat with dessert." "Rock on. What'd you get?" Dave's ass was barely in the seat when Joey assaulted the plate, and Dave wasn't far behind him. ""S a surprise," he said through a mouthful of food. "Yl like it, prmise." He swallowed happily: he'd nailed dinner at least. "Sweet," Joey replied, and then neither one said anything for a few minutes while they inhaled their food. When they finished Joey leaned back and burped happily. "That was soooo good. Thanks babe!" He patted his belly. He'd never been good at cooking much beyond mac and cheese, but Dave had started getting into it. He was glad Joey appreciated it; he liked doing something nice for his man. Speaking of which.... "Sure thing. Why don't you clear the plates and we can have that dessert?" He took a deep breath that he hoped Joey didn't notice. "Um...okay. But, uh, first," Joey cleared his throat, and Dave looked closely at him. Why was he acting so nervous all of a sudden? Oh God, he got me some weird gift he thinks I'm gonna hate, Dave thought, and braced himself to give a big smile no matter what. "Anyway, here!" He reached under his sweater and pulled out a red envelope and thrust it at Dave; it was obviously a Valentine's Day card. Which was really sweet, but not as big a deal as Joey was making it. "Thanks babe." Dave smiled and tore open the envelope and opened the card; there was a sheet of paper inside. When he finished reading it, then rereading it, he looked up to see Joey watching him intensely, looking ready to burst. Oh shit, Dave thought, if he starts to cry, I'm gonna lose it too. Shit... But what came out was a barked laugh. "Are you serious?" Joey nodded, biting his lower lip. "You're the one babe," he said roughly, "you're the one." Suddenly he darted forward and dropped to one knee. "David Barra, will you be my main man?" One side of his mouth twitched up as he looked into Dave's dark eyes. A storm of emotions boiled up in Dave's head, and all he could do was laugh in a mix of happiness and frustration. "Let's clear the plates for dessert babe," he said. Joey looked confused. "So is that a yes? I mean, it is, right?..." "Just...let's have dessert. I mean, it's good! Just...let's enjoy the moment over dessert, 'kay?" He added a smile to his nod at the plates, urging Joey to just go along. "Oookay." Joey stood up and took Dave's plate, then reached to grab his own as he studied Dave's face; Dave could see he was starting to get a little annoyed. He picked up his own plate, and was already half-pivoting to the kitchen when he saw the red paper heart under his plate. And the gold circle resting on it. WILL YOU? was written in Dave's blocky handwriting above it. Joey dropped the plates back on the table, poleaxed, and picked up the ring. Dave felt his face turn brilliant red as Joey stared at him. "It's not the real thing," he stammered. "I mean, it is, if it fits, but it probably doesn't, or maybe you...anyway. You're the one babe." He shrugged and raised his eyebrows, smiling. "You're the one. So yeah, yes. Yes!" He jumped up and grabbed his boyfriend--fiance, holy crap, fiance!--in a bear hug. "Hell yeah, yes!" Joey said into his sweater, squeezing him hard then pulling him in for a good long kiss. When it ended they'd both teared up a little (manly tears, Joey would later report), but also smiling hugely. "...I guess we need to tell people the news, huh?" "Yeah, but not tonight...I've got some other things to do first." Joey winked. "Aaron already knows anyway." Dave's eyebrows shot up. "You mean he knew what you were up to while I was getting him to help me?!" Joey grinned and nodded. "That sneaky little fucker!" "That's our Aaron. But yeah, I kinda let it slip a couple of days ago." Joey's face clouded briefly. "He was a little weird about it, actually." Dave cocked an eyebrow. It wasn't like Chris's Tigger to be less than enthusiastic for his buds' good fortune. "Really? He was cool with me." "I dunno...like...he was sad or something. But then he bounced back and was cool." Dave was thoughtful for a minute; now that he thought about it Aaron had seemed ever so slightly...off. "You think he and Chris are having problems?" "Maybe. His mat game's been off lately." Joey had a keen eye for other wrestler's abilities that Dave respected. If he said Aaron was off, he was off. "He's been stressed about graduating I know...I think it's sinking in that his folks want him to take over the family business." "Dude, it's a car wash!" "It's, like, a hundred of them." Joey's eyebrows shot up. "Babe, where do you think he gets all that money? His family owns the biggest chain in northern California." "Oh shit. No wonder he's stressed, if they want him to run all that." "Yeah, and Chris isn't graduating for a year, and who knows where he'll end up." Joey blew out a breath. "Shit, poor guy. We need to get together, cheer them both up. It's been too long since the four of us hung out." There'd been plenty of team parties, but between training and classes everyone had been too busy for much more than that. "Yeah, for sure. I know what'll cheer Chris up anyway." Dave tugged on Joey's crotch. Joey laughed. "Yeah, he did get off on that pretty good." "Who wouldn't?" Dave grinned. "Well you two aren't the only ones who like a good railing." Dave grinned and nodded. "And you did just totally hijack my marriage proposal..." Joey's face fell. "Crap, sorry. But I won!" He gave a little fist pump and Dave rolled his eyes but didn't let go of his waist. "Sorry babe. I owe you." Dave grinned. "That's right, you do, and every anniversary I'll remind you how you ruined my perfect plan." Joey laughed. "Okay, okay, you win." "Who's my beeyotch, beeyotch?" Dave growled as he pecked him on the cheek, then pressed their hips tighter together. "Mmm...okay fine," Joey said as Dave's lips moved towards his ear. He slid his hands down from Dave's waist. "This one time." "Just the one?" Dave asked as he traced his tongue down the shorter man's neck. He could feel the bulge in his pants growing fast, and Joey wasn't far behind him. "Maybe a few other times," he panted, and then he was tonguing Dave's neck, pulling him down within reach. His free hand pulled Dave's ass in tight, increasing the friction as they started slowly grinding against each other. One of Dave's big mitts slid down into the cleft of his jeans, then began rubbing him through the fabric. "Or more," he grunted. "Like now." "Yeah?" Dave breathed. He worked his fingers more aggressively around Joey's hole. He loved the feel of Joey's massive slab inside him, but tonight he was in the mood to be on top, and it seemed like Joey was too. "Mmhmm...like our first time together." Dave knew the time he meant: it wasn't the first time they screwed around, or even the first time he'd topped the small wrestler. It was the night Joey had come to him last year in the middle of the shitstorm that was his parents' divorce; that was when things had changed. Later that summer he'd told Dave that's when he'd seen them as more than fuck buddies, and Dave had said it was the same. "Perfect," he whispered, and grabbed the smaller man's ass with both hands. Joey's arms were already around his neck; he took the opportunity to hop up and wrap his legs around Dave's torso. Dave chuckled as he staggered a bit, then began marching to the bedroom. "You getting weak?" Joey teased. "You're getting fat, more like it," Dave chuckled, and Joey snorted. They were both as ripped as they were going to be, probably ever, thanks to their training diet. Dave for one wouldn't miss starving himself for weeks at a time. Not that he was going to let himself go, but these tiny dinners and constant hunger were getting old. Holding Joey would never get old though, he knew that. But now they were in the bedroom, and someone was going to have to let go if they wanted to get any further. It wasn't going to be Joey though: he grinned as Dave tried to disentangle them, then wrapped his legs tighter around the big wrestler's waist and slid his tongue back into Dave's mouth. He might be fine with Dave on top, but he was going to make the bigger man work for it. Dave smiled and pushed his tongue into Joey's mouth, then gripped the back of his head to pull their faces closer. Joey opened his mouth wider and let Dave take the lead in their little game of tonsil tennis; the bulge in his pants said how much he was enjoying it. Dave leaned forward, then heaved them both onto the bed with Joey beneath him. There was a muffled "ah!" as his teeth clicked against Joey's lip. "Sorry babe! You okay?" "'S fine," Joey mumbled before pulling Dave's head back down. There was a hard lump in his pants that said he didn't care, and when Dave began grinding his own boner against it Joey let out a sigh; the sore lip was forgotten. He began rubbing his hands over Dave's broad back, encouraging him, and Dave took the hint. He could feel himself starting to leak as he dry-humped (or not-so-dry humped) harder. Joey let a hungry grunt slip out around Dave's tongue and grabbed his ass; Dave flexed his glutes as Joey squeezed. This time they both grunted as their cocks rubbed together through their jeans. "You need to get naked," Dave panted. Feeling Joey's hard body move under him with their clothes in the way was torture. "You too," Joey replied, and slid his hands up under the back of Dave's sweater and shirt. Dave let him work them most of the way up, then when they started getting tangled around his head he sat up to get them the rest of the way off. He kept their groins pressed together though; no complaints about the way Joey was squirming against him. Joey lay there smiling up at him as he finally got free of the clothes. "Damn you're fine," he said, and slid his palms up Dave's six pack to his pecs. Dave had let his chest hair grow out a bit more at Joey's urging: his boyfriend said it felt sexy when they were fucking. "You too, stud," Dave replied. He slid his hands under Joey's shirt and slid the fabric over his smooth abs. Where Dave was furry Joey was smooth everywhere except his bush and under his arms, and a light dusting of hair elsewhere; even his balls were naturally smooth . That was fine with the big wrestler: he loved running his tongue over every inch of Joey's body, tasting and teasing. Which he intended to do right now. He'd gotten the shirt and sweater over Joey's head, and the smaller man was tangled up in them and trying to wriggle the rest of the way out. On a whim Dave tangled the sleeves up, leaving Joey caught, and dipped his tongue into the light-brown fur of one armpit. Joey squirmed and laughed. "You dick, I'm stuck here!" he protested, trying to get loose. "I know," Dave said and began lapping away in earnest, the light smell of Joey's fresh scent filled his nose. He'd learned that Joey liked a little pit play, and he didn't mind in the least. "Oh ah hah uuhhh," Joey's chuckle had turned into something else, and he'd stopped fighting his way out of the sweater. He didn't stop squirming, but now he was stretching his arm up so Dave could lap at his tender skin. "Mmmm...HM!" Dave had hit a tickly spot again, but then his tongue moved on. "Mmmm...yeah." His voice was lower and huskier, and Dave could tell he was fully hard under his jeans. "Do the other one," he said, and twisted slightly to move his torso. "Mmmhmm," Dave purred, and traced his tongue over one bulging pec to tease a nipple. It was already firm, and stiffened fully when Dave lightly ran his teeth over it. "Oh yeah, that's nice," Joey whispered. "Ah!" Dave had nipped him very gently, then went back to using his lips. "Oh yeah..." He'd hooked his ankles around Dave's ass, and began slowly grinding his crotch up into Dave's stomach; the big wrestler wordlessly pushed back as his tongue traced a path to the other nipple and began a repeat performance. "Mmmm..." Joey squirmed as Dave teased the other nipple to hardness, then sucked in his breath when the tongue moved on to his other armpit. "Fuck yeah that's hot," he sighed, "uhh..." A wave of goosebumps ran over his chest as Dave let go of his sweater and ran his free palm over one pec, while the tip of his tongue tickled the sensitive skin under his arm. "Shit," Joey huffed. "Okay, this is too hot. Hang on." He began squirming again as he fought his way free of the sweater, finally getting it over his head and off his arms so he could fling it on the floor. Dave had moved his head down lower to get out of the way when he realized what Joey was doing, but he hadn't stopped licking and kissing his way around Joey's torso. He did look up when his boyfriend finally got free though, face flushed and thick brown hair sticking up. "God you're adorable," he said, and levered himself up to press his lips to Joey's. The small wrestler's arms wrapped around his back, warm and muscular, and one hand tangled in Dave shaggy black hair to pull him into the kiss. Dave curled one arm under Joey's back, tightening their embrace as he slid his tongue into the other wrestler's open mouth. He let his weight settle more fully on the smaller man, pressing into his solid warmth as he began rocking their bodies together. He outweighed Joey by a good 60 pounds, but years of wrestling had left Joey perfectly fine with having someone pressing onto him, and Dave had learned from experience how much of his weight Joey was comfortable with. And it was just so damn good, feeling that tight body moving under him...anywhere against him, really. "Mmm..." He made a little noise deep in his chest, half happiness and half lust; they were both breathing deeper now as their kissing became more intense. Joey's hands slid down his back and under the waist of his jeans, gripping his ass and pulling it against him. When Dave ground his hips hard in response it was Joey who made the noise. He slid his hands around, clearly working them towards the front of Dave's jeans. Dave broke off the kiss and sat up; he hadn't even settled back on his heels before Joey had the button undone and his fly unzipped. Dave returned the favor, then hopped off the bed to kick his pants and underwear off while Joey kicked free of his own. They swapped admiring looks as their hard-ons popped free: Joey's monster looming straight up over his light brown bush, while Dave's deeper red shaft stuck out proudly from his trimmed black pubes. He flexed his dick and Joey grinned, then flexed his own. Dave knew this game: Joey might say he wanted Dave on top, but he wanted Dave on his knees sucking his dick first. Even when he was bottoming the stocky jock wanted to be in charge. Dave laughed to himself; two could play that game. "Mmm...you're so hot," he murmured, a faint teasing note in his voice to let Joey know he knew what was going on. He wrapped his right hand around his dick and started jacking slowly while his other hand pinched his left nipple. "That fine ass..." He rubbed his thumb over his swollen head, smearing a fresh droplet of precum over it. He looked down at it, then up through his brows at Joey as he started stroking slowly again. "Oh yeah," Joey whispered as he took himself in hand. But he also spread his knees apart slightly, a sure sign of what he was thinking about; Dave had learned his boyfriend's tells well over the last year. And his gaze was locked on Dave's crotch now, no doubt thinking about how Dave's mushroom head was going to feel inside him. Dave angled it down as he jacked so Joey could better see his full length. "Mmm..." he sighed again as he continued stroking. Another droplet leaked out and he paused for a second, waving the head slightly so Joey could catch a good look. "Shit," Joey said, one corner of his mouth drawn up in a grin. "I can't pass that up." He scooted up to the edge of the bed, then dropped to his knees in front of Dave. "Tease," he muttered, and took Dave into his mouth. "Uh huh." Dave's voice was a little choked: Joey had given him a good squeeze at the same time his tongue and lips swirled over Dave's glans, and the wave of pleasure was more than a little distracting. "Ahhh...yeah babe...uhhhnn." He sighed and cupped Joey's head gently while the shorter man began bobbing up and down on his shaft. Dave loved getting his knob polished as much as the next guy, and Joey knew how to work him. Probably still not in Aaron's league, but no question he knew how to make Dave feel good. Really good...he started rocking his hips as Joey began milking the juice out of him. Dave was a ways from shooting, but no question what direction he was headed. He sighed again happily, and slid his hands down to rub Joey's well-muscled shoulders as the blow job continued. He jumped when Joey tickled his balls lightly, the sensitive skin pulling up from the pleasurable sensation. "Oh yeah," he encouraged, "play with my 'nads." Joey's eyes twinkled as he looked up and let his left hand take over the stroking duties from his mouth, which moved lower so he could start tonguing Dave's sack. His gaze locked with Dave's as he took the big man's nuts into his mouth and gently rolled them around. Dave's eyes narrowed in pleasure and he spread his legs to give Joey more room. There were a lot of things the small wrestler did that were sexy--a lot--but seeing that boyish face buried between his thighs like that was definitely one of the hotter ones. So was returning the favor. Joey's mouth felt great, but Dave had been looking forward to some dick sucking of his own, at least to start with. He reluctantly eased Joey's head back, then tugged up on his arms. Joey resisted long enough to swab his dickhead clean one last time, then stood up; he knew what Dave wanted. But first Dave leaned down for another kiss, their hard ons bumping together as their tongues wrestled with each other. Dave could taste himself faintly on Joey's mouth, the thought turning him on more, and he pushed deep in, forcing Joey's mouth wide open. Joey grunted and sighed, letting him do it, and grabbed one ass cheek to pull their hips together. Short as he was, his dick still reached up to Dave's belly button, leaving a wet smear where it touched. Dave couldn't wait for a taste. "My turn," he said, smiling in anticipation. He gave Joey a nudge backwards and his boyfriend plopped backwards onto the mattress, legs hanging over the edge. Joey propped himself up on his left elbow while his right hand gripped his dick and pointed the glistening tip at Dave. "All yours babe," he said. "Damn straight," Dave growled, and knelt between Joey's legs. They both sighed as he took over Joey's grip and his lips engulfed the rigid head; Joey's became a whimper as Dave's tongue swirled around the ridge and under the piss slit to swab up all the precum he could get. Dave didn't think back much anymore on the women he'd slept with: the taste and feel of Joey's cock in his mouth was what made him happy now, and he was fine with that. Well, and having that monster up his ass: he'd gotten hooked on that sensation the first time they'd smashed. But that was for another time. Tonight... "Uhhhnn..." Joey flopped on his back as Dave began jacking him while his head bobbed up and down. "Shiiiit..." he moaned, "that feels so fucking good babe. Ahhh...yeahuuunnhh..." He lifted his legs up to rest his feet on Dave's broad shoulders, hips rocking in time with Dave's rhythmic sucking. "You taste so good," Dave mumbled. Joey was leaking steadily now, like he always did, and Dave was hungry for more. He sucked harder and faster, and Joey whimpered. The sound set Dave on fire: he didn't need to touch himself to stay rock hard with Joey making noises like that, and now the taste of his cock wasn't enough. Dave let the wet shaft slide out of his mouth to slap against Joey's taut belly, and moved his mouth lower until it engulfed his partner's sack. He tongued the smooth skin greedily, enjoying the feel of Joey's nuts pulling up from his touch while he buried his nose in the tidy patch of brown fur surrounding that massive cock he loved. "Uh huuuh..." Joey said, and spread his knees apart. His eyes were closed as he lightly stroked himself with one hand, while the other played with his left nipple. His hips rocked and twisted, responding to Dave's tongue and clearly eager for more. Dave was too. Gripping Joey's thighs, he slowly pushed them up and apart. His mouth and tongue stayed put, but as Joey's legs went back the point of contact moved: to the underside of his balls, now pulling up tight, then to his smooth taint, and finally to the wrinkled pink skin of his asshole. Joey twitched as Dave flicked the tip of his tongue over it, teasing. The flesh still smelled faintly of the shower gel Joey used, but also and mostly his musky scent. Dave moved his mouth in, kissing and lapping around the edges of the hole as he kept exploring: he knew every inch of Joey's body well, but each time they were naked together still gave him a thrill like it was the first time. His tongue traced circles, dancing around the edge and not quite touching the most sensitive skin in the center. For whatever reason he hadn't fucked Joey in a couple of weeks, and even though he wasn't nearly as massive he knew there'd be an adjustment period. And he was in no rush. So he kept lazily eating Joey out, letting his tongue trace the ridge of skin that ran up to Joey's balls, then back down to circle around the edge of his hole, then broad strokes with his whole tongue on either side, then a light poke--barely a touch at all, really--of the sensitive skin at the very center... "Ahoh YES!" Joey gasped, and his hole spasmed. His left hand leapt from nipple to the back of Dave's head and buried itself in his thick black hair while his body arched. "Fuckin' eat my hole--AHHHHYEAH...." With the first spasm Dave knew Joey was ready to start loosening up for real, and his tongue pushed eagerly into the widening opening. Now his face was well and truly buried in Joey's smooth ass, and he growled low in his chest as he dug in, spearing the tender flesh and reminding it how to open. Joey cried out again and his second hand gripped the back of Dave's skull, urging him on. Dave happily obliged, and began tongue-fucking him in earnest. Still bracing his forearms against Joey's well-defined hamstrings, he worked his fingers in to stretch the slick ring open wide. "Ohhh FUUUUCK!" Joey cried out; his head thrashed from side to side. "Nnngggyyeaaaahhh.... deeper!..." His ass quivered as Dave probed deeper, opening eagerly to his tongue. "AAH!" Dave couldn't take any more: he was hard and horny, and Joey was more than ready for him; Dave wanted to be inside that tight body and feel it underneath him. He slid his mouth up from Joey's ass, lapping at his taint and balls for a minute while Joey squirmed and panted. He couldn't resist stopping to suck on that fat cock again for a little bit: it was covered in juice and begging for his tongue to clean it up. When his middle finger slid up Joey's spit-slick ass the smaller jock twitched and yelped, then gave up a nice dollop of fresh flavor for him to enjoy. He lingered a bit to enjoy it, fingering Joey's hole to coax some more out. "Just one?" Joey asked. He'd probably meant to sound like a smart ass, but it came out as more of a gasp. His hands were moving over Dave's head and back as he said it, touching and stroking the big jock in encouragement. "Get the lube," Dave muttered before taking Joey back in his mouth. There was an awkward minute or two while Joey tried to stretch up and swipe the bottle from the bedside table, but he was too short to grab it with his legs hanging off the bottom of the bed. Finally they both realized they were going to have to reposition. "Fail," Dave teased as he disengaged and scooted up to grab it himself, while Joey followed until his head was resting on a pillow. "Shut up," Joey said with a smile. "Wait." He stopped Dave as he was about to put some lube on his fingers. "Lemme suck you some more." "Hokay," Dave agreed. He tossed the bottle where he could be sure to reach it, then straddled Joey's frame and pushed his hard on down within easy reach. Two seconds later Joey's lips were wrapped around his shaft, and he sighed happily as he began slowly pumping his hips. Joey looked up at him and Dave smiled in encouragement. "Mmmm...." He reached behind him and stroked Joey's massive meat. The small wrestler never had a problem staying hard (another bonus from the pills, Dave suspected), but Dave just liked feeling its warm girth in his hand. Any dick, really, but especially that one. "Oh that's nice babe," he sighed. His dick was feeling great from the stimulation, and more often than not this was when he'd scoot down and slide his ass onto the fat pole behind him. Not this time though. He slid out of Joey's mouth, worked his way down, and rolled over to lie at Joey's side. He pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss while one hand deftly worked a generous squirt of lube onto his fingers. Joey smiled as they made out, touching and stroking him while keeping his knees apart, then sighed as Dave found his hole and slid two fingers in. His mouth fell open as Dave pushed and stretched, and Dave pushed his tongue in to mimic the fingering. Joey's hand went around the back of his neck to pull him in close again, mouth locked against mouth; he moaned as Dave's fingers pushed all the way in and began rubbing his prostate. "How 'bout some dick?" he gasped. "Mmmhmm," Dave agreed enthusiastically. In a practiced move he rolled over and positioned himself on top of the smaller man as he slid in. Joey was warm and welcoming, and they both groaned happily as Dave's fat head pushed past his ring and deep inside. Dave felt Joey's legs hook back around his ass, then squeeze him tight as he began rocking slowly in and out. He'd wrapped his arms under Joey's shoulders and neck, half bracing his weight and half pulling them close, and Joey returned the embrace as they kissed deeply. Dave lost track of time as they made love in this position, neither one in any rush. They both loved power fucking, but this wasn't the night for that. He'd never really connected romantically with anyone until Joey had come along, and now here they were, body to body, on the night they'd gotten engaged (holy crap!), and he wanted it to last. Joey felt so damn good: the smooth hard muscles flexing under him, that fat cock pressed between them, his strong hands running over Dave's back and glutes, and the warm grip of him around Dave's dick, stroking him and making him feel so good. The warm masculine scent he'd gotten used to on his pillow every night flowed over them, making him feel like he'd come home. "I fuckin' love you so much," he whispered. "You too babe," Joey replied, and gently cupped his face with one hand. "You too." As though that were a signal their kissing became more intense, and Dave began moving faster. He was so, so hard, and Joey was making him feel so damn good from his balls and the root of his cock to the tip; he wanted more. Joey's hands moved more urgently as Dave slid back and forth inside him, and he started up again with those high-pitched grunts that said Dave was hitting him just right. "Uhhnn...harder," he whimpered, his voice cracking as Dave's flared head pumped deep inside him. Dave could feel his compact form trembling and he put some extra rocking motion into his thrusts, stretching Joey's hole as he pushed in and out. Joey let out a louder cry--"AAHUHN!" as Dave raked over his prostate. "God you feel so fucking good!" he gasped. "You too," Dave panted; his dick felt fucking amazing--his whole body did--and his balls were starting to pull up. "Your ass--unh!--fuckin' love you!" Joey's hands raked his back on the way to clenching his glutes, and Dave growled when Joey squeezed him tight. He picked up his pace. "Uh huh!" he panted. They gave up on kissing now, their motion too vigorous to maintain mouth-to-mouth contact. Joey was writhing beneath him now, eyes squeezed shut and whimpering nonstop as Dave's mushroom head reamed his guts. The hot wet bar of his cock slid between them, coating their bellies with a generous layer of precum as he pushed back against Dave's thrusts. "Uuunnnhh..." he moaned, "harder babe! Aahhhhclose!" He dug his fingers into Dave's glutes, pulling him deeper into his hungry hole. Dave pressed onto his boyfriend's smaller frame: he knew Joey got off on the feel of full-body contact even more than he did. And he didn't need any encouragement to go harder: that ass he loved so much was clamped tight around him, and each thrust got him closer to blowing his load--he was on the edge too. The bed was squeaking now as he lowered his head and began driving his hips in earnest. It was his turn to groan when Joey's teeth raked his neck in between his gasps. Dave knew those noises: the small wrestler was about to nut. "Do it babe," he growled, "blow that load on me." He pushed their torsos together hard as he rode Joey's ass, increasing the friction on the massive cock squeezed between their torsos. "AAAHYES! FUCK! YES!! AAHH!!" Joey's head snapped back as he blew his load, warm spunk flooding their bellies. His whole body spasmed under Dave's as his legs and arms pulled the big man deep inside him. "UuuunnnnNNNN!" The iron grip on his glutes, the muscular legs squeezing him and urging him deeper, the iron ring of Joey's tight asshole milking his dick, and over it all the intoxicating smell of Joey's fresh cum--the overwhelming sensations pushed him over the edge. With a wordless yell their neighbors probably heard he came, and came hard. The wave started in his cock and balls then roared up through his body, setting it on fire everywhere his skin touched Joey's. A glow of pure happiness accompanied it, and he pulled Joey even tighter as his load poured out deep in his fiance's ass. "OH GAAAAWD!" he burst out, "JOEY!!" Joey returned his embrace, squeezing them together tightly as they both finished coming. Eventually Dave's vision cleared as he slowly came to his senses; both of them were breathing hard, and the scent of fresh sweat joined the rich smell of semen as his movements slowed. He lifted his head so he could look at Joey: the shorter man's face glowed red, his thick brown hair was mussed, and he had a shit-eating grin that went from ear to ear. Residual waves of pleasure still flickered across his face as Dave's slow rocking continued massaging his hole. "Wow," he sighed happily. Dave kissed him lightly. "Yeah, wow." He realized he had his own shit-eating grin going on. "We should get engaged more often." He pushed in balls-deep and held himself there, and they both sucked in their breath a little from the faint aftershock of their orgasms. "I think you should fuck me more often," Joey replied with a wink. "Part of my husbandly duties?" Dave cocked an eyebrow. "Absolutely." Joey kissed his nose. "As long as I get mine," Dave kissed him back. "Deal," Joey said. His arms and legs had loosened, but he was still wrapped lightly around Dave's body; his palms roamed slowly over Dave's back. Neither one of them were really ready to break apart, it seemed. "Maybe tomorrow morning..." Dave considered the possibilities; neither one of them had a class until 10:00.... "No 'maybe,' mister." Joey grinned. "Slut." Dave laughed. "It's my best feature." He slid out of Joey's hole and rolled on one side; Joey turned to face him and snuggled close. Dave knew their friends would flip when they gave them the news, but so far this marriage thing looked like it was going to be pretty damn great.