Chill
JARED AND JONNY WERE RELAXING in each other’s arms on the soft couch. It was just past nine o’clock, and the two were getting quite sleepy, their bellies stuffed with good food while their brains were filled with memories of great times.
Jared slid an arm across Jonny’s upper back and shoulders.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asked, using his free hand to fish the remote out of the crevice at the base of the closest armrest. He turned on the television.
“Sounds good to me, though I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay awake through the whole thing.”
“Me either to be honest.” Jared yawned. “But if I fall asleep with you here, I’m not going to complain. Oh, by the way is your alarm set?”
“For five,” Jonny confirmed. “That should be okay, right?”
“Yeah. Your bus departs the station at six o’clock, so if we leave by five-forty you’re good.”
“Perfect,” Jonny said, not wanting to dwell on the fact he was leaving in less than nine hours.
He teased the remote away from Jared, and before browsing the selections, he let his fingers rest momentarily on top of Jared’s hand.
There were movies and television shows of all kinds, but a dark box near the bottom of the screen with three white Xs over it drew his attention. Jonny pressed the down arrow on the remote and navigated his way to it. These were the adult selections – basically, low budget porn. Not wanting to watch anything (since they were pay per view and dreadful) he was curious to see what was being offered. Clicking the ‘OK’ button, a list of sleazy tales popped up and he immediately felt dirty. That was before reading any of the captions that accompanied each listing or watching any of the sure-to-be-Oscar-worthy previews.
“What the actual fuck is up with these incestuous descriptions?” Jared asked. “‘The son of a billionaire fucks his sister in the ass with her pussy?’ How is that even possible?”
Jonny laughed, reading the next three and finding them equally as bad.
“Whoever is creating these captions must be from Knuckletown,” Jared added.
“Haha, that must be close to Marshall,” Jonny said, setting the remote on Jared’s thigh. “As exciting as watching any of these would be, you know what sounds good to me?”
“What’s that, babe?”
“Putting on an action-adventure with the volume low,” Jonny said, moving the back of his hand across Jared’s broad chest.
“Then I get to fuck you really slow…” Jared followed.
“Look at who’s an amateur poet now.” Jonny smiled and Jared regarded him, scratching his ever-present scruff.
“Amateur?” Jared said in a raspy voice. “Well, maybe as a poet but as for other things: I think not.”
“Professional or not,” Jonny answered, “I’m always up for doing some exploring with you.”
With that said and before the opening credits to Indiana Jones were over, Jared had already taken off his shirt and jeans. His skin was illuminated in pale desert hues as Jonny’s lips pecked gently on his furry chest. ‘Dirty Double,’ as his eight by eight cock had been so lovingly dubbed, was growing hard with excitement.
Jared returned Jonny’s thoughtfulness by working a hand, then his whole arm, beneath Jonny’s shirt. He lifted it and without stopping pulled until it’d been stripped all the way off. Setting the nerdy shirt over the back of the couch, Jared’s fingers then teased Jonny’s untidy hair before dancing across his naked skin. Starting at the neck, he traced lines downward along his taut core toward the top of Jonny’s jeans.
Hooking a finger in one of the loops, Jared tugged at it twice, and Jonny unbuttoned then unzipped the denim prison.
Standing so Jared could take them off, Jonny watched as he repositioned himself, grabbing hold of each side with those muscular arms. Then, with a forceful yank the pants were down at his knees, friction burns reddening Jonny’s outer thighs.
“Oh God, did that hurt?” Jared asked swiftly. He was alarmed, often forgetting his own strength.
“Not as much as my ass will be…” Jonny replied, sliding the jeans off the rest of the way. Kicking them to the side, he lifted a leg and placed a hand on Jared’s shoulders for stability as he mounted him. “I l-love y-you J…” His voice stuttered and body shivered as Jared breached him.
“I love you, too,” Jared whispered sweetly. They resumed kissing as he slowly pushed himself deeper inside Jonny.
Unbeknownst to them, Trent was walking into the kitchen and from the end of the master bedroom hall, through the archway into the living room, had an unobstructed view of what they were doing. Their snaking bodies were silhouettes, edged in the backlight of the eighty-inch screen. Suddenly Trent forgot that he had come to the kitchen for some water. He just stood there, watching and waiting intently.
The two were so romantic. It was something about the way they were kissing, how they were touching each other, and the way their bodies moved. They didn’t look like two people fucking, but a single, amorous being. Still a foreign concept to him, Trent was learning about these new facets ever since Jonny came into the picture a week ago. He began to see there was more to life than just getting off and then moving on to the next bit of business. That was the easy part, this shit right here – with all the feelings and weight they carried – was the hard part. He wanted Jonny to stay and show him more.
Unaware that Trent was there and like an answer to his unspoken prayer, Jared and Jonny did just that.
The cocky motherfucker ran his fingers down his torso as he spied on them, each ab etched in flesh colored stone. Trent’s hand eventually disappeared beneath the elastic of his sleep pants. Grabbing hold of his shaft, he beat it off like an alpha taking charge, studying the way Jared caressed and embraced, and the way Jonny writhed in response. The act of them exploring each other’s bodies was so intimate that just witnessing it caused shiny globs that had grown fat at the end of Trent’s cock to drip like a leaking faucet to the tile floor.
Suddenly, Jared grabbed hold of Jonny’s hair, jerking his head backward with a gasp.
Trent stifled a moan, but a bit escaped. He picked up his pace, the slapping sound made by his balls getting louder.
Jared regarded Jonny’s exposed neck, tantalizing in the faded light, and buried his face in it. Licking it along both sides, he deliberately brushed his stubble against it, causing Jonny’s skin to jitter and pebble.
Trent was breathing erratically, a second hand joining his long strokes.
Jonny now ran his fingers through Jared’s hair, messing it up before curling his fingers into fists that grabbed hold like the reins of a bucking bronco.
Trent was raw, his dick swollen and ready to burst. Every stroke building more pressure atop the last. He crunched forward and pointed his dick up, one last whack sending jets of cum shooting into his own mouth. The overflow spilled out in polished streaks that flowed down the length of his body, catching the light from the living room. Drenched, Trent looked over one last time, then returned to the privacy of his bedroom a moment later.
When the distant thud of Trent’s bedroom door rose above the movie’s dialogue, Jonny kissed Jared again, whispering, “He’s gone. Do you think he liked it?”
“I bet he did,” Jared muttered as his cock bottomed out, balls pressed between his thighs and Jonny’s ass. He continued grinding. “L-looks like he… m-made a mess… and b-baby, I’m close myself…”
“Me too,” Jonny said. He could feel himself building with the heat of an onrushing orgasm. It was close. “Y-you ready?”
Jared was already groaning, teeth bared as the throes of a balls-deep climax overwhelmed him. Jonny erupted with gratification a second later, panting as his cum rolled down Jared’s body, collecting in wet tufts of fur along the way.