I pull the condom off. My dick is wet and sticky in my hand but honestly, I don't have the energy to do anything but piss and fall back into bed. My punishment will come in the morning when I wake up itchy and crusted with come that I could easily clean off right now.
I don't look at myself in the mirror. I don't think about the fact that this is the fourth night he has spent here this week.
I stumble back into the bedroom and there he is, one arm thrown over his eyes, legs open and askew, lying right where I dropped them when I pulled out. He's still panting lightly and his stomach and chest are streaked with come.
His body jerks in pleasure when my tongue makes contact with the sensitive spot just inside his hipbone. I drag it all the way to his nipple and his back arches. I suck at his skin, leaving red marks across his belly. Lapping at his come, rubbing it into his skin.
And then he's on me. When I want him to, he'll lay back and let me lead the way, but most of the time he's just as aggressive as I am. He takes what he needs and wants and I like that. He kisses me and then sucks at the come and spit smeared on my chin.
He crawls between my legs and cleans my come from my cock and then takes me deep in his throat. He loves sucking my cock.
But I’m not done with him yet, so I push him off and turn him over. We're both frantic, grabbing and pushing at each other, rough.
I move his legs apart. He thinks I'm going to fuck him now. Hard. And he wants it, he's bracing himself against the headboard waiting for that first push and hoping the second comes just before he's ready.
But that isn't what I have in mind. My tongue is in him and he tastes like lube and latex, which normally I hate, but right now I can't bring myself to care about.
I use my hands to pull him wide and I look at him there. It hasn't been fifteen minutes since I finished fucking him and the skin is still red and inflamed. And wet from my tongue.
I wet him again, making my tongue flat and dragging it up from his balls to the top of his crack. And then I don't wait anymore. I push into him as hard and deep as I can. I curl my tongue and lick him on the inside and then pull back and watch his hole twitch and beg for more.
I lick a couple fingers and then press them to his hole, massaging it, but not pushing in.
He shoves his ass back against my hand. When I finally push in I put all my focus on his prostate, stroking and pressing until come pulses from his dick and he falls to the bed.
I spend more time with him than I think either of us ever expected. It just sort of happened. I'm around, he's around, and we end up together. Of course, what he doesn't know is I make sure I'm around.
And then I pushed too hard.
My shift at the diner is almost over and between the holidays and my upcoming finals, I'm feeling exhausted. But it is a Friday night and that means Babylon. Who am I kidding, most nights mean Babylon, but on the weekends it’s almost a guarantee.
Brian is sitting with Michael, Emmett and Ted at a booth but I can tell they are getting ready to head out. I go into the back to get rid of my apron and grab my coat. Just the thought of loud music and dancing makes me want to crawl into bed.
The guys are already on their way to the club, but Brian waited for me. And that gives me a little jolt of excitement.
I follow him outside, but when he turns towards Babylon, I stop him.
"Can we just go home and get in bed?"
He looks at me like I'm crazy.
"I'm going to Babylon. You can go home to your mommy's if you want."
"Please Brian, I'm tired."
He looks at me and sees something that makes him soften just a touch.
"So go rest. I'm going out."
"So you can fuck a bunch of other guys?"
I have no idea where that came from. Brian has always made it clear that he fucks whoever he wants whenever he wants and that I should do the same. And it's never really bothered me, because I know Brian.
I watch him and I know for a fact that I am the only one he fucks again. And again. And again. The only one whose name he knows. The only one who sleeps in his bed. The only one he watches movies with and eats meals with and just spends time with. The only one he helps pay for school and poses for and quizzes to help prepare for tests. The only one who holds his son and hangs out with his friends. The only one he lets fuck him.
So the tricks have never bothered me. If anything, they are something fun we do together when we feel like it. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven the first time we brought another guy back to his place. Two sets of hands on me. Two mouths on me. A dick in my ass and one in my mouth. And I think Brian got off on watching how much I enjoyed it.
And now here I am standing in front of the diner sounding like a jealous boyfriend. I don't like the way it feels.
He gets right up in my face and looks me dead in the eye. There is no question what his answer is but he wants to make sure I hear him loud and clear.
My mother is undoubtedly surprised to see me at breakfast the next morning. I spend the night out more than I do in, and on the weekends there is never really a question where I'll be.
It's pretty amazing how she is handling it actually. When she first found out that I was "seeing someone", as she puts it, she went a little crazy. She showed up at the diner and embarrassed the hell out of me. Luckily, Debbie sort of adopted her, like she adopts everyone. I'm not exactly sure what Debbie said to her, but it helped.
At some point I guess my mom realized she could trust me or maybe that she had to. So, she might not like how much time I spend at Brian's, but she tolerates it.
Plus, I think she's a little scared I'll move out if she doesn't.
Really, I want to move out either way. I just haven't figured out how to pull it off financially. Yet.
As for being home for breakfast, Brian may be a stubborn asshole but I can dig my feet in with the best of them. As tempting as it was to show up at his place late last night or to just drag myself out to Babylon like he wanted, I didn't give in to it.
I thought about it a lot last night and it isn't the tricks that bothered me. I get that and I'm OK with it. But whether he wants to admit it or not there is something between us, we are something. And I'm not just a puppy who’s going to follow along wherever he goes. I should be able to ask for things that I want without unleashing his wrath. I don't expect him to go along with me all the time either. I just want it to be more equal.
But I don't know that Brian could ever hear those things and not... puke.
So I pout my way through breakfast. And then I avoid him for three full days.
It doesn't sound like much but we see each other most days, either at the diner or out with the guys or at his place. I'm pissed and this is the only way I can think of letting him know that won't result in him telling me to fuck off.
I know he's pissed and that pisses me off. I get why he's pissed and that pisses me off even more.
I can't explain what we are, but I know that he wants me to acknowledge that we are something. He's hinted at it before, but this is the first time he’s really made a stand.
I wonder how many days he'll last. I wonder how many days I'll last.
Deb gives me shit about it. The whole, 'I know you care about him. I’m sick of seeing him sad all the time. Stop being a dick and do something about it.'
I show up at Babylon and find him dancing with some guy. I watch them together for a while. Watch how good he looks, young and beautiful. Watch how he touches and kisses. And I know, for reasons I don't understand, I want more of that. More of him.
I can tell by the way the trick is looking at him he doesn't want to. I don't blame him.
"What do you want, Brian."
"You know what I want."
"Well I want some things too."
I look at him and nod just a little.
I expect him to go on. To explain what he wants. To make demands. But I guess the fact that I'm willing is enough for now. And maybe that's worse. He's trusting me to give him what he wants. He's leaving it to me to prove myself.
"Come home with me."
He shakes his head no and I feel a little sick.
But then he wraps himself around me.
"Brian, I need you to fuck me. Right now."
So I take him to the back room. It’s packed tonight and we have to push a little to find space against one of the walls. I kiss him and stroke him over his jeans and he responds so freely, so openly. He shows everyone around us how much he wants me. And maybe reminds them that he has me. Because in this room full of naked men, he has my full attention.
I pull his shirt off and tuck it in my back pocket. He's sweaty and my hands stick to his skin.
I pull his pants partway down his thighs and step back from him. I'm completely dressed and he's nearly naked. His dick is hard and his pale skin looks flushed and damp. He looks at me and then arches his back away from the wall, offering himself up.
He watches me unbutton my pants and pull out my dick, then he turns around and puts his hands up against the wall, pushing his ass out towards me.
I'm really only thinking one step at a time. Condom. Lube. And then his tight little hole clenching down on the head of my dick. All I can do is push past his resistance.
I cover his body with my own. He's wet with sweat and it just keeps getting hotter. Bodies push in close to us from both sides and the air is so warm it is hard to breathe. I put my arms around his chest and only my hips are moving.
Everything is just tight and hot and wet. He's close to coming and I pull his chest tighter against mine and keep thrusting my cock into his hole. And when he comes I have to use his body to keep myself standing. I don't know how he's holding us both up and coming, but the heat and his constricting asshole are too much for me. I come pressed deep inside him.