Thirty

 

For the third time in a row, Bas woke up alone in the bed. Disappointment began to seep into his body until he heard the bathroom door open and he glanced over to find Ten stepping out with a bottle of lube in one hand and his dick in the other.

Bas started to move, wincing as he did when Ten’s stern, “Don’t fucking move, Bas,” stopped him.

His dick seemed to have the same idea as the rest of him as both his eyes and dick rose to lock onto Ten.

Ten chuckled, “I see everyone is up now,” he said as he stepped forward.

When Bas’ arm started to move so he could grab onto his dick, Ten stopped him once again with a growl.  “That’s mine, Bas.  Keep your hands to yourself.”

“I was going to,” Bas said with a smirk.

“We are not going to risk you re-injuring your ribs, Bas.  I want you healthy and pain-free as soon as possible so I can do all the wicked things to your body that I’ve been obsessing about for months now.”

Bas’ dick jumped and pre-come oozed out of the end onto his stomach.  “Yeah?” he said with a raspy voice, his fingers clutching the sheets to keep from grabbing onto the dick that apparently wasn’t his anymore.

Ever so slowly, Ten snapped open the lube and drizzled some onto this hand, “Oh yeah,” he said as he dropped the closed bottle back onto the bed and reached for Bas’ dick.  He gave it a few strokes, running this thumb over the slit.  Bas groaned as his eyes slid shut, “Ten,” he whispered.

“I’ve got you, Bas.”

Bas’ fingers clenched the sheets tighter.  His mind and body were at war with each other.  He never could stand selfish lovers and right now, with Ten’s fingers stroking his dick and nobody or nothing pleasuring Ten too, that’s exactly how he was feeling.

“Bas,” Ten whispered, his lips just inches from Bas’, although he never even felt the man move, “I want to do this, I need to do this.  This is not about you, it’s about me, okay?”

“But….”

Ten squeezed Bas’ dick hard to get his attention. “Bas, just lie back and enjoy and stop fucking thinking.  I’ll get mine too, I promise.”

Bas nodded and closed his eyes with a sigh.

They reopened, though, when Ten nudged Bas’ thigh with an “Open wider for me.”

Ten must’ve seen something in Bas’ eyes - fear, hesitation, both? - whatever it was it got Ten to sit back on his knees.  “Are you okay with this?” he said as his finger slid down Bas’ ball sack and over his taint.

Was he?

Yeah, he’d bottomed in the past, but only a few times for his college boyfriend when he was around nineteen.  That was a long-ass time ago.  And it wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy it, he did...well sort of.  It was okay, just not fireworks inducing like it was for other men.  And he’d just never been asked to bottom since then.  Kinda spoke to the kind of men he gravitated towards.  They took one look at his big, hard body and practically begged him to top them, sometimes they even did beg.

His hesitation must’ve worried Ten because he placed his palm back around Bas’ dick and began stroking again as he said, “It’s okay, I’ll just……”

Bas touched Ten’s wrist, “No, it’s okay.  Really it is.  It’s just, uh, it’s been a really, really long time.”

“How long?”

“College.”

“Oh, well maybe we should….”

“No, Ten.  I want this, with you.  I want you to.”

“You’re sure?” Ten said.

Bas slid one leg to the side, opening his body up for Ten as he reached down to pull his balls up, “I’m sure, Ten. Please.”

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as his way of letting Ten know that he was trusting him.

Ten reached forward and slid his fingertip back and forth over Bas’ hole.

Bas moaned, or maybe that was Ten.  Who the fuck knew or cared?

“I can’t wait to get my tongue in here,” Ten said, his raspy tone giving away how turned on he was.

Bas’ hips punched up, “Oh god,” he mumbled.

Ten rested his forearm over Bas’ hips, pressing down gently, “Easy, baby.  Let me do all the work.  Don’t hurt your ribs.”

“No one’s ever…..” Bas started to say but then he lost his train of thought when Ten pushed the tip of his finger inside….. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned.

“You’ve never been rimmed?” Ten said as he slid that thick finger slowly in and out of Bas’ ass.

Bas knew he’d been asked a question and he wanted to answer but he felt as if he were underwater and trying to swim to the surface but couldn’t quite get there.

His mouth opened and he gasped air, his legs began shaking, “God, Ten, please.”

Please, what, he had no idea what he was asking.  Just something to relieve the pressure that was building and building like a growing wave heading towards the shore.  You knew it was going to break, knew it would crash as it reached for the shore, but you had no idea how big it was going to get before it did.

His dick was leaking like a sieve, drooling all over his stomach like a panting dog on a hot day.

“Ten,” he moaned again.

“Tell me, Bas,” Ten said as he pulled his fingers out and added a second. “When you bottomed in college, did your lover introduce you to your prostate?” he said as he curved his fingers and brushed them over that soft, spongy spot that, no, his roommate apparently did not find it.

Bas’ eyes snapped open, “HOLY MOTHER OF……” he yelled.  He looked down to see his dick drooling a line of white fluid onto his stomach but he hadn’t come yet.  At least he didn’t think he had, had he?  God, the way his body was still vibrating with need, no he hadn’t.  But damn…..

Ten’s fingers brushed over that spot again and Bas whimpered, “Ten,” he moaned.

The fingers brushed it again, “Tennnnnnnn,,” he groaned.

With a smile, Ten stopped his fingers and tickled them over that sweet spot as his other hand wrapped tightly around Bas’ dick and began stroking.

Bas’ orgasm shot down his spine and out of his dick like a runaway freight train barreling down a steep mountain.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he shouted as the most intense orgasm of his life lit him up like the fourth of July.

Just when he began to get too sensitive, Ten slid his fingers out and released Bas’ dick.  But then the man did something else completely unexpected.  He scooted up to Bas’ side, leaned over and began licking the come from Bas’ stomach.  Bas sighed and sifted his fingers through Ten’s hair, “Tenley Pinkerton, you….”

Ten turned his head, “If you say I complete you, I just might punch you in those pretty nads.”

Bas laughed, or tried to with his sore ribs, “Come here and kiss me, fool.”

Ten surged up, cradling Bas’ face between his hands despite his fingers being covered with lube, and he pressed their lips together.  When he pulled away, Bas held Ten’s face to keep him close, “You rock my fucking world in more ways than I could ever imagine.”

Ten smiled, “I’ll take that.”

Bas pressed a kiss to Ten’s temple and then pulled his head to his shoulder.

“Are you sure?  I don’t want to hurt your ribs,” he said.

“That side is fine.  It’s the other side that feels like I went twelve rounds in the ring.”

Bas’ hand moved towards Ten, “You, uh, you want me to….?” he said as he reached for Ten’s softening erection.

“I’m fine, Bas.”

“But you promised you’d get yours too.”

“Getting mine doesn’t always mean an orgasm, Bas.  You satisfied me just by giving yourself over to me and letting me do something new for you.”

“New and fucking amazing,” Bas said with a satisfied sigh.

Ten yawned and mumbled, “There’s more where that came from, a lot more,” and then with one final exhale, he began softly snoring.