Joe let his mind float in the after effects of great sex, his fingers absently stroked Stuart’s chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat. Joe tried to recall the last time he had revelled and enjoyed sex so much. He couldn’t remember a time even as an adolescent, when he’d ever come untouched. He supposed he could understand the smug grin Stuart had given him before collapsing.
Drifting in a half sleep, Joe let himself enjoy the languid pleasure that was coating his well-used body. The candlelight flickered creating shadowy patterns on his closed eyelids. He stretched in contentment before warm sticky hands pulled him back, hugging him closer. A self-satisfied sigh brushed against his neck. Joe felt grateful Stuart couldn’t see his face, convinced the emotions coursing through him would be on full display. After what he’d just experienced he knew it was more than just sex.
Sex with Joel had been adventurous, but it hadn’t always been satisfying. Hell, in the end, he’d very rarely gotten off, not that Joel had noticed. Joe now realised it had been all about Joel and never about him. Stuart’s goal had been only to bring him pleasure first and foremost, he had not put his own needs first, even when Joe had pushed him to.
He could see now he was hiding behind the months of fear, using it as a barrier to prevent himself from seeking anything more than a causal sexual hook-up.
He couldn’t figure out why a conversation with Brad and Martin on Sunday had cleared out his previous funky thoughts. He had literally felt himself letting go of all the baggage he’d inadvertently let Joel pile on him.
Brad, God love him, had sat with him for hours talking about his own abuse and the counselling. Martin had left them to it. His tortured expression at Brad’s words too much it would seem for him to bear again. Feeling as protective of Brad, he really got why Martin couldn’t stay.
Brad’s understanding had helped Joe come to terms with the guilt and blame, making him, for the first time, realise he wasn’t responsible for Joel’s crappy behaviour.
When they had finished crying over each other, Brad had actively encouraged Joe to play Stuart at his own game. He felt a little smug smile curve his lips up, sending a silent thank you to Brad, even if the past five days had been torture. He’d nearly caved tonight, crying for mercy every time Stuart’s lust filled eyes had all but physically caressed his body in those silly little shorts. Hell, he’d spent hours working on complex problem solving to stop his cock from letting the cat out of the bag.
Joe flicked a quick look at Stuart, worrying his lip between his teeth. He was still not sure he wanted what he’d seen in Stuart’s eyes. The offer, or at least the possibility, of more had him freaking out, shutting it down fast, but he’d still witnessed the sliver of hurt Stuart wasn’t quick enough to hide. Buggering hell, he really didn’t want to feel the spread of warmth Stuart’s words had created inside him, he could feel his heart yearning for more, but he wasn’t sure he could trust him.
Joe roused when Stuart’s sexy gravelly voice vibrated under his ear before warm breath ghosted his cheek.
“You’re a loud thinker, whatever it is you’re thinking, stop it. It’s interrupting my sleep.”
Joe’s fingers stilled, taking a chance he searched Stuart’s expression only to be disappointed to see his closed eyes preventing closer inspection. Resting back against him, the movement had wafts of salty cum with hints of chocolate permeating the air. Tilting his head Joe inhaled the scents, enjoying how they’d come about. He felt his limp cock attempting to rise, pulling his cum encrusted pubic hair. “Ouchhh,” Joe glared down at his crotch, pulling back he was shocked by Stuart’s intense passionate stare. Their eyes locked in battle, neither looking away as the tension built between them. Joe felt his ass throb at the intention revealed in those dark eyes.
Joe inhaled sharply when Stuart spoke, “Now or after the shower?”
Joe swallowed past the lump he had suddenly developed at the deep desire conveyed in those simple words.
Joe’s hips swayed as he slid off the bed, cajoling. Joe sent a sexy wink over his shoulder, flicking his sweat dampened hair out of his face, lowering his voice to a deep husky tone. “Both, shower sex first.” Joe watched Stuart’s jaw lock solid, his body shuddering. Joe caught sight of the beast within Stuart before he could rein himself in, for a second Joe felt his fear clawing at his throat. Swallowing slowly, consciously relaxing, he remembered the care Stuart had taken of him earlier.
Joe chastised himself for trying to ruin the moment. Wanting them both to forget, he ramped up his sexy sneer hoping to cover up the awkward moment, adding an extra sensual pulse to his hips as he walked to the bathroom. The sound of feet hitting the floor with speed made his lips curve in satisfaction, reassuring himself he could do this.
Joe squealed in delight when strong arms lifted him off his feet and whirled him around. Joe found himself pinned to the wall, Stuart’s mouth demolishing every thought in his head. Mouths met feverishly making the need pulse between them stronger than before. His earlier thoughts about a shower, fled. Joe’s hands cruised over Stuart’s broad shoulders, silky bronzed skin allowing his fingers to glide with ease. Joe felt the muscles bunch under his hands with the effort Stuart used to hold him in place. The show of power intoxicating, he wrapped his legs around Stuart to help support them both. His sensitised skin brushing against Stuart’s quaking muscles heightened the crazy sensations rolling through him.
Rock hard muscles rubbed enticingly as they ground against each other. Breathing in their combined scents made Joe dizzy with crazy need. His partially erect cock roared fully to life, adding to the fuzzy state of his mind. Joe cried out when Stuart lifted him higher unaware they were moving.
Stuart’s brusque tone had him shaking his head trying to clear the haze and focus on what he was saying.
“Lean in and switch the shower on, sweetheart.”
Looking about dazed, when the hell had they left the bedroom? Joe shook his head, hoping to clear the lust induced haze, he eventually did as he was told.
His belly knotted in anticipation when Stuart’s mouth distracted him, working its magic on his neck. Delighted at the hard nip, Joe’s hips gyrated in response, his body clenching in need wanting to be filled, now. Joe’s body quaked in pleasure feeling the water cascade down his over sensitised skin. Greedy for more, Joe used his body weight propelling them fully into the shower towards the tiled wall.
Stuart’s laboured curse as he hit the cold tiles had a strangled chuckle escaping Joe’s chest. Uncaring, Joe attacked, using his hands and mouth mercilessly. Loving every heated curse, sigh, or moan he evoked from Stuart. This, this was what sex is about, not some stupid role play crap. This right here was what he wanted more than anything. The sobering thought had him wanting to pull back but Stuart attacked his mouth not letting him think.
Feeling emboldened when Stuart all but handed him the power to do as he pleased, Joe felt something shift inside, sensing the walls he had built start to crumble. He doubled his efforts trying not to think about it, focusing instead on Stuart’s wet, silky skin.
He let Stuart’s slippery fingers glide lower, sucking in a steamy breath when they breached his body. Stuart’s mouth obliterated Joe’s control, tongues glided, sucking, flicking, tangling together. Joe’s body melted into Stuart, his arms hung on never wanting the moment to end. Who needed to breathe when you were having the living daylights kissed out of you? The moment left him feeling stunned by its beauty. So much need raged inside, yet those lips, Stuart’s mouth held everything else at bay. Stuart’s total focus seemed to be on giving Joe one rapturous kiss after another. They seemed to encase him, feeling their touch in every fibre of his being. Moaning at the loss when Stuart finally released his mouth.
Charcoal eyes flashed with fire, scorching Joe’s very soul. Blinking past the gathering tears, Joe swallowed, desperate to wet his parched throat at seeing the simple promise Stuart’s eyes offered, if he was brave enough to accept it.
Unaware, he moved until their chests bumped together. He could read the question on Stuart’s face, but fear stole the words, stopping him. Joe winced, feeling his own devastation when Stuart slammed the shutters in place, shutting him out. Joe jerked back as if physically slapped, hurt piercing his heart, knowing he had no one to blame but himself.
Stuart’s head shook as if attempting to clear his thoughts. Wary, Joe waited to see what he would do, his arousal dampened. His breath rushed out in relief when Stuart hugged him, no words could have reassured him more, his hug speaking volumes.
Joe rested his head on Stuart’s shoulder, desire held at bay as they took comfort from each other. The uneasy feeling in his gut reminded him that this was not supposed to be about the mushy stuff. Joe ignored it, instead he relished the closeness of the moment, grateful he hadn’t ruined everything.
Collecting his thoughts, they parted in silent agreement, showering separately. Joe took the time to gather his emotions. Stepping out of the shower, drying quickly, he avoided looking at Stuart, feeling awkward. Joe headed to the bedroom unable to stop the laughter that boomed out, his eyes widening in horror. Oh my God, how he had missed that was anyone’s business? Rumpled sheets looked like someone’s ass had exploded all over them.
Joe couldn’t help the snigger when he caught sight of Stuart’s look of disgust.
“It’s your fault, Stuart. You’re the one who though using chocolate ice cream as lube was a good idea.”
He chuckled listening to Stuart mumbled complaints about ingrates, while he made quick work of re-making the bed. His ass flexed on full display for Joe as he leant over the bed to pull the fitted sheet tight. Joe’s quick indrawn breath had Stuart’s eyes meeting his, reigniting their lust.
Images sparked inside Joe’s mind of him bent over Stuart, sinking into his body, feeling his heat grip Joe’s cock, caressing it while he sunk in deep. The overwhelming desire had him thinking of his past failed attempts at topping, thinking it may be different with Stuart. He didn’t often want to top, but on the odd occasion he’d given into his needs, it had been unsatisfying in a way he couldn’t explain. His preference, he thought, was to be on the receiving end of a nice juicy cock. His fascination with Stuart’s ass was giving him other ideas. The dirty imagines of what he could do to his ass had his cock bucking in agreement.
The idea of filming them popped into his head, making his mind reel at the possibilities of watching it like a porno, but instead it would be them they would be watching. The drips landing on the floor showed how excited he was by the prospect. Joe shuddered, gripping his unruly cock that now seemed entirely focused on his latest idea.
Joe’s eyes glued to Stuart’s buttocks as they enticed his mind and body, wanting to do more than watch. Stuart carried on making the bed, utterly oblivious to his inner turmoil. Joe stroked his cock in time to each movement of Stuart’s hips, his throaty moan filling the silence.
Stuart’s stillness filtered past the haze of lust, but Stuart’s hooded eyes guarded his thoughts.
“What do you want to do, Joe?”
The significance of the husky question had Joe wondering what his face was giving away. Could Stuart see his thoughts? Joe gnawed his lower lip, was this a genuine question? Joe could feel his nails dig into his palms, unsure he could ask for what he wanted. The nervousness had him heaving a disgusted sigh. He allowed the tumbled thoughts to fall out of his mouth unhindered. “I want to top and film us together, so we can watch it back, see what we look like together.”
The words seemed to land like a tiny bomb between them, detonating on impact, if the little jerks of Stuart’s body were anything to go by. Crap, had he just revealed too much, plucking at his mouth he willed the words back. Unsure how that was possible, the urge to leave had him realising he had nowhere to go since they were in his room.
“Crap, crap, crap.”
Stuart’s raised brows told him he’d spoken out loud. Okay, it was not going the way he wanted it to. His cock deflated as the moment dragged on. Unable to stand still any longer, Joe stalked to the chair, tearing clothes from the pile he’d left after doing his washing that morning. Uncaring what he was putting on, his eyes flickered to Stuart who seemed frozen in place with the exception of his aroused cock that waved at him for attention.
Joe pulled his top towards him berating himself, well, that went well!
“Joe, stop!”
The husky command had him freezing in place. A small ripple of anticipation slid down his spine at the heat in Stuart’s gaze. Joe still couldn’t resist giving Stuart shit, giving him ‘a have you lost your mind’ look before asking, “Why? Let’s just forget it.”
The sound of Stuart’s impatient steps had him anticipating the touch, but Joe was quietly pleased when the contact was gentle. Stuart’s stark perusal demanded so much, it held him still. Joe didn’t hide his embarrassment at Stuart’s intense questioning focus. What the hell was wrong with wanting to watch them together? Hunching under the fierce watchful eyes, Joe glared back as he dropped the top preparing for the argument that was surely coming his way.
“I don’t have a problem with you filming us.”
The boldness of Stuart’s statement took the wind right out of Joe’s sails, but it added fuel to the burning inferno that was now churning through Joe’s insides. He gulped in air, hoping it would help calm his nerves. Before he could form a sentence, or decide how to respond, Stuart spoke, derailing any coherent thoughts he had.
“The thing is, Joe, I’ve never bottomed, ever,” Stuart’s husky voice hesitated before continuing, “Though, I would be willing to consider it for you.”
Joe lent forward not quite sure he’d heard correctly. Joe struggled to align his body and mind, when the possibilities buzzed around his head made his body sing.
Stuart’s hands halted his forward motion. “If, and I mean if, I did consider it, I wouldn’t want that to be filmed, well not on the first attempt.”
Joe latched on to Stuart’s uncertain charcoal gaze, unable to stop himself, he launched himself making them plough onto the freshly made bed. Joe could smell the combining scents surrounding them, the crisp, fresh scent of fabric softener, melted hot wax clashing with the smell of sex and chocolate. The odd combination shouldn’t have been arousing but were, as Joe sunk into the softness of the mattress, feeling the fresh cool cotton sheets warm and rub seductively against his skin.
The bold white sheets a stark contrast against Stuart’s bronzed skin, his body creating a heady glow against the white for Joe to feast on. Joe’s heated perusal locked on to the evidence of their joint excitement. Joe used it to slide over the top of Stuart’s body, reversing their positions. His mind already focused on possibilities, even if it wasn’t now, it gave him hope for more together in the future. Happiness spread against his will, liking the thoughts of a future together. Joe knew he was fighting a losing battle, even if his mind thought there shouldn’t be a future, his heart was singing from a completely different hymn sheet and this had the word future all over it.
Shaking off his thoughts, Joe shimmed down Stuart’s abdomen, tracing each mouth-watering dip and groove with his mouth. Paying attention to every reaction, every quivering muscle. Joe caressed, using his teeth, lips, and tongue to drive Stuart out of his mind, memorising every inch of his delicious body.
Joe’s own heady pleasure grew as he was assaulted by the murmurs of approval and constant stream of incoherent sounds. Wanting only to please, Joe moved lower, feeling the wetness brush the underside of his chin, grinning at Stuart’s eager cock. Mischief lit up his face as he spied the melted ice cream. Pulling back a little to get a better look at Stuart’s cock, the slight curve at the top of his long length allowed it to rest on Stuart’s stomach. His wide girth had Joe’s small fingers struggling to meet, his ass thanked whatever cock God there was for small mercies.
Feeling it buck slightly under his perusal, the leaking slit enticed Joe to do more than look. Taking his first taste, his eyes slid shut in pleasure as the salty bitter taste hit his taste buds along with Stuart’s dark spicy musk.
Sucking him deep into his mouth, loving the feel as it rubbed at the back of his throat, he swallowed, giving the head a wet kiss. Growls and the feel of Stuart’s hands gripping his hair would have had him smiling if his mouth wasn’t full. He distracted Stuart by swallowing repeatedly, his hand slowly edged towards the bowl. Melted ice cream slid effortlessly over his fingers, the coolness perfect, not wanting to dampen Stuart’s arousal.
Never leaving the juicy head, Joe nibbled and teased the blushing head, using his teeth to tease the fleshy skin under the head. Joe continued to distract Stuart, while it allowed him to drip small drops of liquid ice cream down Stuart’s shaft. Waiting a beat for Stuart’s reaction, it didn’t disappoint. Rearing up, Stuart’s back arched and groans saturated the air. The sounds inflaming Joe had his hips pulsing against the crisp cotton under him, seeking purchase to help ease the ache that was becoming unbearable.
Joe pursued the ice cream, his heated mouth warming the chilled flesh. His slippery fingers gripped Stuart’s turgid cock, changing the angle of his head, trying to take him right down his throat. Joe’s eyes streamed as he choked, “Buggering hell, you’re too big.”
Stuart’s groaning laughter had him lifting up, grinning, he poked out his tongue.
“I can think of a better use for that.”
Shivering at the palpable arousal in Stuart’s voice, Joe lowered his mouth sucking off the remaining ice cream. Wallowing in the creamy sweetness mingled with the slightly bitter taste of Stuart. It reminded him of salted caramel chocolate, loving the flavour, his lips sought to find more. He felt like an addict, he just couldn’t get enough.
Joe pushed down on Stuart’s writhing hips to stop him from moving, quickening his pace, knowing he would come as soon as Stuart did. Stuart’s vibrating body made tingles race down Joe’s spine heading straight to his cock, making it pulse wildly.
Stuart’s trimmed sac called to him, his heavy balls lay nestled between his powerful thighs. Joe moved his mouth lower, wanting to make Stuart soar, burrowing his nose into his sac and taking in the clean musky aroma, the tinge of his own soap not detracting from the overall spicy smell of Stuart. Breathing in deep, his mouth worked to capture the taste. Joe grunted in approval once Stuart opened, giving him better access as his legs fell wide.
God he looks so yummy, not giving Stuart a chance to change his mind, Joe worked his lips and tongue in sync with his hand.
The light hair covering Stuart’s pucker had him wanting to see what it would feel like against his tongue. Not sure Stuart was up for that he tentatively moved lower, feeling for any change in Stuart’s body language that would indicate he wasn’t happy.
Increasing his hand speed, praying he’d distract long enough to get a little taste of his essence. Lapping at the skin just under his sac, the loud moan encouraged him to keep going. Using his other hand he slowly rolled Stuart’s sac up, rolling his balls firmly. Keeping his movements steady, inhaling, he let Stuart’s smell intoxicate his senses, ramping up his own need. Joe couldn’t stop himself from humping the sheets, he wished for a third hand.
Trying not to overthink things, he let his tongue snake out, getting its first taste, swallowing fast for fear of drooling. His tongue moved quicker than his brain could catch up with, driving pleasure had pushed him forward harder than he realised.
“Argh!”
The shout gave him pause for all of two seconds before Stuart bucked his hips back into his face. Okay, he didn’t need to be told twice. Lapping, his tongue flicked, teasing his rim. Stuart’s ass moved back and forth as he chased Joe’s tongue. Joe pushed a little firmer, seeing how Stuart would respond to a being penetrated. Joe felt his teeth clack together making his jaw throb.
“Fuck, careful, man, don’t want to have to explain to the dentist how you broke my teeth.” His criticism was met with Stuart’s loud chanting.
“Oh fuck, please. Christ sake don’t stop….. so close.”
Joe watched Stuart writhe, his body undulating, seeking more of Joe’s mouth. “Dirty motherfucker, that’s it, show me what you want.”
Loud whimpering had him diving back in. The urge to please Stuart seemed to drive his own need through the stratosphere. Stuart’s muscles quaked under his mouth and hands. Releasing his balls but keeping his strokes rapid on his cock, Joe sucked his finger into his mouth. He glanced up Stuart’s body. Appearing lost in his pleasure, eyes screwed tight, arms bunched above his head gripping the bed head. His body was rigid, every muscle tensed under the onslaught.
A desperate cry rented the air as Joe placed his lips and tongue back where Stuart wanted them. Secretly pleased that he had Stuart at breaking point. Having never had a partner that desperate for his touch, made Joe feel invincible. Placing his tongue and lips against his tender sweet hole, Joe sucked, feeling the muscles loosen as he teased. Joe gave several small jabs with his tongue, enjoying Stuart’s response, widening his legs as far apart as they would go.
Oh yeah, there we go, rubbing his finger around the edge of his rim, Joe’s tongue continued to push inching in a little, opening him. Gasping for air, Joe could feel his own cock soaking the sheet, the friction keeping his need to come on the very edge.
Stuart’s balls rose, hugging tightly against his cock. No, no, not yet. Joe wanted more than anything to breach Stuart’s body before he came, even if it was only his finger. Joe settled his finger against his hole tapping it to let him know what was coming, before fluidly sinking deep.
Holy Christ, Joe couldn’t hold back the moan. The heat scorched him, making his eyes cross. The tight squeeze had him desperate to replace his finger with his cock, to feel Stuart strangle it in the best possible way. His mind wanted to shut down at the idea, but his cock had other ideas, grinding hard into the soft mattress. His silent scream stretched his mouth open wide, cum spilled against his will. Breathless, Joe clenched down trying to refocus.
He pushed his finger deeper, using his tongue for lubrication. Three thrusts were all it took for Stuart’s deafening roar to fill the heavy air. Cum sprayed them both before Joe pulled back, collapsing in a winded heap, gulping in large mouthfuls of salty air.
Joe tensed feeling Stuart shift. Was this when things went tits up? When Stuart realised he’d been fucked when he said he wasn’t ready?
Soft lips skated over his shoulder making Joe’s stomach start to untie the knots his silent doubts had caused. The quick grin Stuart threw his way before he jumped off the bed had him exhaling gustily.
Okay, okay he liked it.
“I more than liked it.”
The muffled words through the bathroom door had him burying his head, him and his big mouth. Joe smirked, feeling peaceful lethargy steal over him, letting it take him under in seconds, he never heard Stuart return.