Stuart couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was different between Joe and him. He’d returned from Brad and Martin’s on Sunday morning, and though he seemed the same, there was a difference. Whatever it was, Joe was driving him mad, if he’d wanted him before, now, it felt like Joe was shocking him constantly with thousands of bolts of electricity. He’d hardly slept a wink in the last five days, his cock on constant alert.
Oh he knew why his gaze slid unwillingly—well that’s what he kept telling himself—to Joe lying across the other sofa. Reading glasses perched halfway up his button nose, making his chocolate eyes seem larger through the lens. Dark lashes brushed his cheekbones every few seconds.
His palms twitched with the urge to feel those lashes against his skin, Stuart shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the hidden ache between his legs. Valiantly he tried not to look down Joe’s body. Why the fuck he had started wearing those tiny shorts and tight T-shirts? They were more like a second skin, though who was he to complain when they showed off Joe’s perfect lithe body? Fuck, he wondered if they were made to measure, not a spare bit of material anywhere, not that he’d looked too closely, all right maybe a little but who could blame him.
His gaze was drawn down Joe’s muscular legs to his tapping foot, moving rhythmically, keeping time to whatever music Joe had playing through his earbuds. They made conversation a no go, and that was fine because conversation was the last thing on his mind.
Stuart glanced back to the movie on Netflix, feeling fraught, his fingers tapped against his knee. What the hell were they even watching anyway?
Feeling his eyes move back, the lamp light behind Joe’s head cast a warm glow over his skin. Stuart chewed his lip, wondering if he’d been sunbathing. The weather had been unseasonably hot for the end of September. It seemed the weathermen had gotten it right with the prediction of an Indian summer. Joe stretched out, turning as if to get more comfortable, inadvertently offering Stuart a glimpse of his lower back. Mesmerised, his eyes squinted, was that a tan line?
Images popped into his head creating questions. Did he sunbathe naked? Could his neighbours see in his garden, see Joe’s body?
The last though had him jumping up, needing to do anything to stop where his mind was taking him. Stuart shouted at Joe “You want something to eat?” When it only earned him a questioning look, Stuart mimicked pulling out headphones.
“You want anything to eat?” His exasperation making his voice sound harsh even to his own ears. Joe’s widening, searching eyes didn’t help his mood. When all Stuart wanted to do was push up his T-shirt, to show those searching eyes what he was hiding.
“Ice cream, that nice Davidson’s Belgian chocolate if we have any left. Oh, and some chocolate sauce, please.” Stuart sucked in a breath to avoid groaning at Joe’s husky response.
He heroically focused on not wrestling Joe to the floor when he smiled radiantly up at him. The punch to his solar plexus had him wanting to whimper. Fixing his trembling hands at his sides when pictures of what chocolate ice cream would look like melting on golden skin popped into his mind making matters worse. Cursing under his breath, he managed to get his legs to obey heading out of the room. Whirling back, sure he’d heard Joe chuckle, but his gaze seemed to be fixed on his book, foot back to tapping. Shaking his head, now he was hearing things on top of everything else.
Standing in front of the freezer he let the icy air brush over burning skin, silently praying it would cool him down before he combusted. At this rate, if they ever got back into the bedroom, one touch from Joe and it would probably be all over. He could see it now, only adding to his torture.
Joe’s light touches leaving his scent over everything, including him. Stuart was convinced he could practically taste apples on everything he put near his mouth. Real or imagined it didn’t seem to matter, all he could taste was crisp green apples. He wasn’t sure how much more he could cope with.
Hadn’t he backed off, given him space even when he’d wanted to demand more after Saturday? He’d waited patiently for Joe to tell him what the issues were, now five fucking days later and still nothing. Slamming down the ice cream, okay maybe not so patiently, but he didn’t know which way was up with Joe acting so differently.
It was wrecking his head. Martin had all but demanded he leave the office today because he’d kept losing his temper for no apparent reason. He’d gladly escaped, knowing full well what the problem was, a five foot six, chocolate eyed devil that was right now laying in his lounge, sprawled out like an evening buffet.
As if conjuring him up, the overwhelming scent of apples hit his nose seconds before heat spread along his back. The groan escaping before he could stop it, Stuart clutched at the counter. Joe’s lean arms caged him from behind, heat seeped into his T-shirt when a lithe body pushed up against his back. Stuart felt his breath halt, holding as still as a statue not sure what to do.
Shit, shit, buggering hell.
His internal battle seemed to last forever before his unchecked hips rolled back seeking contact with Joe. Oh God. Stuart moaned in pleasure, his body on fire at the feel of Joe’s erection nestling against his ass. Unable to take any more, he turned lightning fast. “If you don’t want this, Joe, you need to step back now.” He snarled.
Joe’s lips rose in a cheeky smirk, “Of course, I want the ice cream. You offered, remember?” Stuart’s eyes glued to Joe when he stretched up. Watching in fascination as Joe’s lips opened, exposing small even white teeth before his wet pink tongue meandered out, licking the skin above the collar of his T-shirt. Feeling his temperature soar, Stuart clung to the counter behind him, his knuckles aching. Lust clouding his mind, removing any coherent thoughts he’d had seconds earlier.
Joe’s day old scruff scraped his exposed skin as lips sucked just beneath his ear, the roughness adding to his pleasure. Joe’s small mouth opened wider, his teeth bit down, making sparks of desire careen across his overheated flesh.
How could he want to come from just the feel of lips, teeth, and scruff against his neck? “Oh God!” Air-backed up in his lungs, struggling Stuart tried to pull in a breath as Joe’s lips and tongue tormented him.
“Can’t I have both together, you and the ice cream?” Joe’s breathy whisper in his ear had his cock leaking.
Stuart searched Joe’s face, dilated pupils and pouting puffy lips making him even sexier, if it was at all possible. His mind finally getting to grips with what Joe was offering, his message coming across loud and clear.
The pad of Joe’s finger brushed against his lips, holding him back, Stuart struggled to concentrate past his raging desire.
“I don’t belong to you. I belong to me and as long as you remember that we will be cool, forget it then you can forget this, understood?”
Stuart heard him, but his lust filled mind was attempting to interpret the message written on Joe’s face. Comprehension had him hesitating, aching at the sudden loss of more, of not having a deeper connection. For him this was more than sex, he wanted them to belong to each other.
Joe’s hips pulsed against his, enticing, encouraging him to agree, he sighed in disgust at his own lack of control. His cock taking over, more than happy to take what Joe offered. He pushed aside his messy feelings, he would deal with them later. Stuart shut his hurt feelings down, letting his body lead.
Following Joe’s lead, Stuart slid his hands into his soft tresses holding him captive. Taking his time, he joined their mouths, enjoying the slow slide into the kiss. The act of kissing for him was everything that was special about a relationship. It could tell you everything about the person if you listened carefully. He listened now, taking slow sips from Joe’s mouth, sliding deeper, seeking his sweetness arousing them both. He let his mouth show Joe what he wasn’t allowed to voice.
Stuart felt his heartbeat increase the deeper he sunk into the kiss. Joe’s mouth enticing, velvety soft lips opened letting Stuart make love to him. Plump lips cushioned his to perfection, fitting so perfectly, he could almost believe Joe’s were made for him.
Combined breathy moans permeated the air. Stuart ate every breathy moan Joe released into his mouth, greedy for more. He craved Joe’s pleasure more than his own, wanting to give him whatever he wanted. He slid his fingers down Joe’s back, feeling his muscles ripple in pleasure. Joe’s ass flexing as he cupped it, Stuart disregarded the counter digging into his back, cradling Joe closer. His fingers dug into Joe’s bubble butt, the clingy material of his shorts leaving little to the imagination.
Stuart felt Joe arch, pushing his ass harder into his hands, asking for more. Not needing a second invitation, Stuart pushed beneath the tight material, his fingers caressing the top of his ass, relishing the breathy moan it caused.
The tight material not allowing his hands to go further, Stuart pulled on them in frustration at being kept from going further, making Joe chuckle against his mouth. Pulling back, Stuart grinned at Joe’s puckered puffy, slick lips chasing his, wanting more.
“Please, sweetheart, I need to get your clothes off, and I can’t do that when you’re so close. These bloody tight-fitting skimpy shorts, though they truly are amazing to look at with you in them, they’re a bloody nightmare to get to your skin, or get you out of them.”
Joe’s sensual slide down his body had him groaning at the loss of body contact, his own breathless laughter sounded strangled as Joe moved away. Stuart felt mesmerised by Joe’s swaying hips, he was almost envious of his shorts, his hands itched to replace that tight fitting cotton.
Standing away from the counter Stuart’s awareness kicked in, catching on to where Joe was retreating to. A cold wetness at his back had him shivering. How on earth had he drenched the back of his T-shirt with icy cold water? He realised Joe had distracted him from getting the ice cream.
Stuart chewed his lip, recalling Joe’s earlier request to have both him and the ice cream. He considered for a second, shrugging, he poured the melted ice cream into a bowl. Amused at himself, he grabbed some kitchen rolls before heading upstairs, trying not to second-guess himself. Let’s see if Joe still wants ice cream.
Joe’s door lay open, pausing mid-step, it struck him hard. He really hadn’t stood a chance thinking this could just be about sex. He knew better, he was such a fucking fool, his expletives had Joe turning his head towards him, making Stuart simply lose his breath. The wanton desire pouring from Joe liquefied Stuart pretty much the same way as the ice cream, his blood pooling all in one area. Stuart felt his cock leaking in his pants, desperate to come out and play.
Joe gave several forceful pulses with his hips, giving Stuart a show. He let his eyes roam over Joe’s naked golden skin, his earlier question answered. Stuart thanked whatever God there was for naked sunbathing. He gripped his cock hard at the sudden urge to come from the glorious sight in front of him. Fuck, he was going to have to slow things down or else it would be over before they’d started.
Stuart noticed Joe must have lit candles, the only source of light they flickered, creating shadows accentuating the dips on Joe’s body. They created a feel of romance at odds with Joe’s demand of a sex only relationship.
Pushing his thoughts away, instead, letting his eyes devour the sight before him, golden skin stretched for miles over long lithe limbs. He wondered if chocolate ice cream would go with Joe’s plans. Uncaring of the answer when Joe captured his gaze, bowing up, offering up his naked body to Stuart’s perusal by opening his legs, letting him get a glimpse of his tight pink hole.
Gulping air, heat speared Stuart’s groin when small hands cupped a beautiful, solid six inches of mouth-watering flesh. His lips tingled as he licked them, imaging them wrapped around Joe’s dripping cock. Anticipation had his eyes riveted to Joe’s hands. Stuart’s moan scraped past his now dry throat watching as Joe sucked his fingers into his mouth, putting on a show. He slurped on his fingers, wetting them thoroughly. Aroused to the point of pain, Stuart stroked his cock hoping to ease the ache.
Remembering, albeit a little late, he was still holding the bowl of melting ice cream, Stuart strode further into the room, placing the forgotten bowl down. His eyes never leaving Joe, imagining those same lips sliding over his turgid cock. His self-control hung on by a thread that was being tugged viciously by small fingers that were moving down towards what Stuart desperately wanted.
Stuart’s fingers fumbled clumsily, releasing a frustrated breath, before he managed to get his jeans off, letting them land in a heap on the floor. He circled the bed, climbing up, he sat at Joe’s feet, latching onto the show Joe was putting on for him. Stuart felt Joe’s heated chocolate gaze feeding his passion. His cock bobbed, smearing his abdomen, with every sweep Joe made against his own glistening hole. Joe’s pucker shone with the moisture from his fingers.
Stuart’s breath hitched when Joe spat, dripping saliva down his fingers before he slid his hand back between his legs. The dirty sound he noticed made both their cocks jerk, Joe’s eyes locked on his before dragging it slowly down his cock. His wet palm glided easily with the saliva mixing with his readymade lubrication.
Stuart released a needy moan, feeling his balls rise into his body. He gasped at the show in front of him, grabbing his own neglected cock. Stuart dug his nail into the slit, feeling the pinch of pain had words bursting out. “Ohhh, fuck, look, sweetheart, you’ve got me so hard, ready to fuck that tight hole,” Stuart rasped. His desire laden words seemed to enflame Joe. Stuart found himself on his back with Joe straddling his lap. The soft, light hair on his legs grazing Stuart’s own added to the thrill when he squeezed tightly.
“Condom, lube, please tell me you have some in here?” Stuart’s desperation seeped out. His warring need to take Joe right that very second battled with his need to protect them both.
He gave a heartfelt sigh of gratitude when Joe’s hands dug under the pillow, pulling out supplies.
Stuart fumbled.
“Let me, Stuart. It’s the best part.” Joe’s small hands teased, making his cock throb with the need to come.
Shit at this rate I’ll last all of three seconds. “Holy shit.” Stuart gripped at the bedpost behind him, hanging on for dear life as he gasped past his raging need. The little tease played him like a violin, stroking every inch, exploring fingers driving him mad. His sac rode hard into his body. Flinching, Stuart panicked, trying to pull his balls down. He gripped the base of his cock with his other hand, holding tight, his eyes scrunched shut as he counted. Breathing hard through the pain, he pulled harder, feeling the ache deep inside, but, there was nothing else for it, if he didn’t want it to be over in seconds.
Stuart trembled, his limbs jerking when Joe tormented him by driving his hips down. “Oh God, sweetheart, fuck….” Words trailed off as the grinding moved at warp speed. He lost his mind when Joe lifted up his hips, impaling himself on the head of Stuart’s cock.
“Can’t wait any longer,” Sweat beaded Joe’s brow.
Stuart could feel Joe’s muscles tense as he worked himself slowly down Stuart’s steel hard cock. Not daring to breathe, or move a muscle, Stuart let Joe take it at his pace, while he willed his cock not to explode.
Stuart gallantly fought not to come, his mind totally focused on the sensations bombarding his strangled cock, melting heat making it nigh on impossible. Sweat slicked his skin from the effort. He groaned in distress, sweltering heat and Joe’s vice-like grip had his eyes crossing.
“Fuck you’re so tight, please, take …. it …. easy ….. sweetheart.” Stuart’s strangled words wheezed out on each laboured breath. He implored himself to last longer than a teenage boy, frightened one thrust and it would be over. He sweated bullets, his sweaty palms slipping against Joe’s hips when he finally settled on Stuart’s pelvis. Gasping, “Please move.” Not above begging, he would do anything as long as Joe moved. “Now!” His command met Joe’s inflamed chocolate eyes, he took him at his word, hips lifted an inch then slowly ground down.
Stuart squeezed his eyes shut against the dazed look on Joe’s face. He willed his control to hang on for a few more minutes while Joe’s ass muscles relaxed enough so Stuart wouldn’t hurt him.
His heart kicked to escape his chest at every small hip pulse Joe did. The heat encasing him had Stuart’s temperature soaring through the roof, leaving him feeling feverish. His sweat-slicked skin did nothing to cool his ardour.
“Oh please, oh please, for the love of God, move.”
Joe’s hot chuckles puffed against his neck had him groaning in despair, he was purposefully trying to drive him nuts. Stuart eyed the bowl on the side; shuffling forward Joe’s low growl had him pausing a second before Joe rose sliding back down a few inches making him pant with the need for more.
Two could play this game, Stuart blindly stuck his hand in the chilly ice cream before his sticky fingers slid, gripping Joe’s cock, teasing the head. Pleased to have something else to focus on besides the mischievous fucker above him.
Stuart felt Joe’s hips sink down faster as he stroked his sticky hand over his weeping cock, wanting more. He speed up his hand, slicking it repeatedly over the sensitive head, focusing on the delicious sounds his hand was making. Joe seemed to enjoy them too when he set up a punishing rhythm, giving Stuart exactly what he wanted. This kind of punishment oh, it’s so worth it. Stuart felt his detonation was on countdown, but there was no way he was going before Joe.
Joe’s heated scrutiny melted his very soul. His heart stuttered for a moment, stopping only to restart for the one thing that now mattered most to him in the world, Joe. Stuart let his eyes shutter when Joe’s hips stuttered. Thinking quickly, he dripped the melted ice cream down their joined bodies. Uncaring about the mess, Stuart’s mouth opened, chasing the sweet taste. Joe’s elongated moan revving up his need better than any jump leads could have.
Joe danced forward seeking his lips. Stuart moved his hand for a second time, quickly smearing Joe’s mouth, making his already dilated pupils blow wide.
“You said you wanted ice cream. I’m giving you everything you asked for. You can have everything, everything you wanted, right here right now.” Stuart wanted to take back the words when they hung creating tension. The hurt throbbed inside Stuart as he watched Joe close down before his eyes.
Stuart felt Joe’s desperation when he slammed his mouth against Stuart’s taking him to the brink of his control. Ignoring the hurt from Joe’s denial of a deeper connection his soul begged for, he let Joe take what he needed regardless of the consequences to him.
Joe devoured his mouth, spreading the sweetness of the melted ice cream. Stuart savoured the unique flavour of Joe combined with the chocolate, letting the intoxicating taste take over his senses. His hips thrust up into Joe’s willing body, spreading the ice cream everywhere, making Joe look like a decadent meal. Stuart felt Joe’s leaking cock slide stickily between their stomachs, leaving an erotic mess in its wake.
Stuart glided his hand down to capture some of Joe’s essence. Teasingly he skimmed his fingers over the head before lifting his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth. Joe’s mesmerised eyes scrutinised his every move.
“Want to share?” Stuart offered his hand to Joe’s greedy gaze.
Stuart inched forward offering his mouth, waiting to see what Joe would do. Joe’s lent in the remaining couple of inches towards his mouth, Stuart moaned when he opened for him, pushing his tongue into Stuart’s mouth, seeking his own flavour.
Too much, too much, his mind screamed. Stuart roared into Joe’s mouth, gripping his hips hard, letting go he pounded into Joe’s clenching channel that seemed unwilling to release its grip. Stuart’s ferocious need not letting go he felt his cock buck before launching its load into Joe.
Stuart gasped for breath when his cock was gripped like a vice as Joe shot cum all over his chest. Stuart blinked, unseeing for several seconds as colour flashed behind his eyelids, giving him a colourful display of fireworks.
The wet warmth was ignored as it slithered down mixing with sweat and ice cream. Reality returned slowly, his muscles twitched as Joe pulled back grinning. It took a moment to comprehend he was drenched and a complete sticky mess.
Collapsing back against the bed pole behind him and not giving a shit, he grinned back at Joe, hoping more than anything they would get to do that again, and again.