by JD Chambers
“Nngh.” I’m having trouble getting words out, but I know there’s something I need to break through and say. “Bed.”
I don’t want tonight to be a quickie on his kitchen floor, but then Craig scrapes his teeth along my collarbone, and I stop caring. God, it’s like he’s figured out the magical combination of pain and pleasure that keeps both my brain and my body in the game.
My fingers scrabble at his shirt, and he gets the hint, peeling himself away long enough to dispose of both of our shirts. I barely have time to drool over his nipple piercings before he returns his attention to my body. His tongue flicks across my nipple and it isn’t enough. It’s too teasing, too light, and it’s almost making my stomach turn.
“Harder,” I growl and smash his face into my chest until his teeth graze my nipple. It sends sparks down my sides, and I cry out.
“Harder, huh,” Craig says against my chest, “I’ll give you harder.” He bites down on my nipple and stretches it with his teeth, then opens wider and bites hard and tugs again, and again, until he’s pulled at the sensitive skin so much that it’s swollen. Each tug sends jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.
“Yeah,” I cry, and writhe against him. My hips thrust forward, trying to find some friction, but he pushes me back.
“Not yet, baby,” he says against my chest. “You were right. We need bed.”
Craig grabs my jeans and tugs me across the room by my zipper, which he opens as he goes. When we reach his bed, he presses his tongue all along my chest until I have no choice but to scoot backward until I’m fully spread across the mattress. He bites his way down my stomach, then peels back my jeans and licks at my hip bones.
I can’t do teasing right now. We’ve done quick and we’ve done teasing, but he hasn’t been inside me yet. We haven’t done hard.
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head back and forth. “Don’t tease, Craig. Fuck me. Hard.”
I’m afraid he’s going to try to draw it out, but I can’t handle that right now. I need it, and I need it now. Hard and fast and fucking dirty. Fuck, please Craig, please give it to me like I need it.
He must hear my silent plea, because he grabs me by the belt loops and flips me over, then in a single, swift motion, pulls both my jeans and my boxers down my legs. The zipper bites into my thigh on its way down, causing pinpricks of pain that grab my focus and feel so fucking good.
He’s rummaging through his nightstand, and I haven’t even registered the click of the lube opening before I feel a cool, slick finger pressing into my hole.
“Yes,” I moan, because he’s going too fast, but it’s exactly what I want, and before long he’s working two fingers in and I can’t hold off anymore. “Now, Craig. Please. Do it now. Do it hard. Fucking hard.”
18
Craig
Shit, the string of words that are coming out of Zach right now don’t even sound like his voice, he’s so destroyed. I’m already sheathed and ready, multitasking while prepping him, which isn’t an easy feat one-handed. I don’t want to hurt him, but god, he needs this bad if the cries tearing from his throat are any indication. Zach likes it rough, that’s for sure.
I take him in a single stroke, making my metal bed frame pound the wall from the force, and eliciting the most inhuman groan from Zach that I’ve ever heard. His upper body vibrates from sensation overload.
“More,” he growls.
I pull out fast and slam back in hard.
“Is that how you like it?” I keep pummeling his ass with the hardest thrusts that I’m physically capable of, and he can only respond with deep, guttural moans. “Then that’s how I’m going to give it to you. And you’re going to take it.”
Zach shudders at that, and starts to slur words in long, low, breathy moans. I can’t make out much of what he says, but I’m pretty sure part of it is, “’Cause … filthy … slut.”
My rhythm falters at that, so I pull out and flip him back over so that I can see his face while I’m nailing him. I punch right back into him, and the look on his face is pure ecstasy.
I’ve never really played like that, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.
“You’re a slut?” It’s hard to keep my voice commanding, when the question wants to come out in a high-pitched whine. What are we doing? Is he?
“Yes,” he draws out the word on a breath. His face and his chest are blazing scarlet, and his curls cling to his cheeks in damp strands. His eyes are squeezed shut, like he wouldn’t be able to get through this if he opened them.
My big head and little head are at war right now. Both find this incredibly hot, but my big head keeps springing thoughts and questions that are unwelcome at the moment. Not when I have this beautiful man underneath me.
“You’re a good little slut.” I accentuate each word with a thrust.
He whimpers and claws at my back.
“Everyone wants to fuck you.” He’s writhing on my dick now, his chest heaving from my words. “Everyone wants inside this ass.” My words are coming out through gritted teeth, I’m working him over so hard.
“I … want … to give it … to them.” He pants out his words.
Fuck. Zach. It’s like he’s about to burst through his skin. This is the hottest fuck of my entire life and I’m not letting my big brain ruin it by taking anything that slips through his lips as canon. Dirty talk is all about the fantasy, right?
“… with you,” he adds after wetting his mouth. He’s panting so much, it’s got to be parched. “You there.”
Zach grabs my neck, and he’s a little too shaky, so when he pulls, our foreheads clack together. His eyes have opened, and despite the dirty sex, he’s looking at me with goddamn puppy dog eyes, like he’s scared and hopeful, all at the same time. How anyone can have goddamn puppy dog eyes while engaging in gang bang dirty talk is beyond me, but here Zach is. It’s like he’s willing me to understand. I’m not sure I do. Not really. But I think I can at least give him this.
“That’s right,” I say, and place myself into his fantasy, giving over to the dirty talk and the role he wants me to play in it. “I’d have you laid out, fucking you, just like this. And there’s a roomful of men watching you. Wanting you. Wishing it was their dick plowing into this tight, fucking ass.”
“Yeah,” he pants softly with each breath, almost like it’s the only way he can exhale right now. He reaches his hand down to jack himself to my words.
“But no one gets to touch you until I say so. Not unless you’re really good.”
“Nngh. Craig!” His breaths are so fast now he’s practically hyperventilating, and mine are almost as fast. Sweat drips down my body onto his, and I can feel the throbbing of my cock inside him get longer, harder, tighter … His hand is jerking at lightning speed.
“But of course, you’re so good. So I pick one and let him take my place. You wouldn’t have any say over who I pick or what I’d make them do to you. But it wouldn’t matter, because you’re such a filthy little slut. You’d love it.”
“Craig!” Zach screams one final time as ropes of cum shoot from his cock and splatter across his chest and chin. It’s a sight that pushes me over the edge too, and I shoot my load into the condom deep inside him.
I crash to the side, halfway on top of him, smearing his cum and our sweat between us. I’m probably going to give him a major cramp since I’m still buried inside him and he’s got a leg stuck at a weird angle beneath me. But fuck, I can’t even move. And based on the serene smile on his face, he can’t either.
Damn. Who’d have thought Blushy would have such a dirty, dirty mind.
I don’t want to think about it right now. A freak-out is imminent, I can feel it. I’m really falling for Zach, and the idea that he might not feel the same, or might push for an open relationship … Nope. Pushing those thoughts aside. Right now, I’ve got a gorgeous man under me with a grin spreading across his face, bigger and bigger until he erupts into giggles. Freaking post-sex giggles.
“Something fun
ny?”
“Mmmm, nope,” he says, and bursts into laughter again.
“Really?” I ask, pulling up onto one of my elbows and using the other hand to tickle his side. He shouts with laughter and wiggles in my hold. His movements dislodge me from him, and his laugh is disrupted by a sharp wince.
“Sorry!” I gather myself off him and grab the condom before it leaks everywhere. “Stay there. I’ll be right back with something.”
There’s mirth in his voice – seriously, since when does my internal dialogue include words like mirth? – as he says, “This is definitely more than a washcloth kind of mess. Wanna join me in a shower?”
I take in his cum-painted stomach and drag my finger around it. “Most definitely.” Playing with this mess makes my dick perk up for more messes. Shower indeed.
19
Craig
There’s someone naked in my shower, and it isn’t Zach. That thought has been making me take my time while I dry and store my kayak in the shed out back. Not that anything would happen with Mal. We’re kayak buddies and nothing more, but I’m still giving them their space in my room while they clean up after our run down the Poudre River this morning.
I haven’t seen Zach since Friday morning, when I made him scrambled eggs and toast, pretty much the only things I had in my kitchen. He had to go home to work, and I had to get ready for the store. This weekend he has to do stuff in Denver for his cousin’s party thing. Our schedules haven’t aligned so that we can see each other, and I’ve been really busy. Too busy to do more than briefly respond to a few of his texts. It’s just the way things have worked out; I’m not avoiding him.
Mal’s already through in the shower by the time I get upstairs, and has taken over my dresser to get ready. It’s a dance we’ve done a hundred times after our trips, but this is the first time I’ve been self-conscious about stripping down to shower or seeing them bare-chested with only a towel slung around their waist as they blow-dry their silky black hair. I’ve never thought this hard about my interactions with other guys, or people, and I’m a little pissed off that Zach has me questioning everything.
“You gonna get in the shower or just stand there and stare at nothing?” Mal says after clicking off the blow-dryer. They pull the cord from the wall and wrap it around in practiced movements that almost seem graceful for something so simple and mundane. I shake myself out of my thoughts and head to the shower.
“Hurry up, I’m starving,” Mal calls after me, and I can’t argue with that. I worked up an appetite out on the river myself.
Mal and I met through a mutual kayaking friend trying to set us up, since we were the only two gay guys she knew. We hit it off as friends only, because they are way too cocky for my taste, but I’ve never been so compatible with anyone else on the water. Since then, they’ve come out as non-binary, something I accepted without hesitation and have tried not to ask too many questions about. Whenever I watch them have to explain themselves to nosy people, or even other friends, the cockiness disappears under this shroud of exhaustion. I don’t want to be yet another person to add to that.
Over the past couple of years, we’ve spent almost every summer weekend together, kayaking down the Poudre River. This year, though, they had to move to Loveland for work. It’s not that far away, but it does mean we don’t get together as often.
After my shower, I rush to catch up, pulling on a spare pair of jeans I find thrown in the corner, and sniffing at my t-shirt from this morning to make sure it’s clean enough to wear again this evening.
“Dressing to impress, I see,” Mal says to me through the reflection in my bedroom mirror. Their hair is already perfect as they slick a coat of gloss on their lips, surrounded by a slight growth of afternoon stubble. A tight crop top reveals a toned masculine chest, and their tight black pants leave little imagining about what they’ve got going on underneath.
“Not everyone can look as amazing as you do. Jesus, how do you get all that done so fast?”
“Practice.” They smack their lips together and smirk. “But for real, that’s what you’re wearing? I thought we might go out after dinner. It feels like forever since I’ve been to In Toto. There is nothing in Loveland.”
They pull on heeled leather boots and yes, I have a feeling they could pull any person they want at In Toto tonight looking like that. Meanwhile, the most I can claim tonight is that I don’t smell. But this Zach shit has me totally twisted up, and I can’t decide if I want to go out tonight or not.
“We’ll see.” I sigh, but Mal’s eyes widen.
“I can’t believe I missed it. You’re seeing someone!”
“No. Maybe. It’s complicated,” I huff, collecting my keys and shoving Mal out the door. “I thought you were hungry.”
Mal pesters me a few more times on the way to dinner, but I won’t give anything away. I have no idea how I feel about anything right now, and I certainly don’t want to talk about it. Maybe going out later is a good idea. Take my mind off things.
We grab a table by the front and I think I’ve finally succeeded in redirecting the conversation when my phone dings with an incoming text.
Zach: How was kayaking? Did you have fun? Stay safe?
Despite everything that has been going around my head the past couple of days, Zach still sends me texts like these, showing he cares. But if he cares, why does he want to fuck other people? And hell, why should that even bother me? Isn’t it every guy’s fantasy to want to have a three-way or whatever? Why am I having such a hard time wrapping my brain around it all?
“Is that from him?” Mal asks with a grin that clearly indicates that they know it is.
I pin them with a glare, or try to, but they just smile. “You might want to text him back or he’s going to think you’re ignoring him. Wouldn’t want that.”
I shake my head, but admit that they’re right. I still haven’t figured my shit out, but I don’t want Zach thinking I’m upset with him.
Craig: It was good. Mal and I are out for dinner now. Worked up a huge appetite.
I hit send and set it on the table with the screen still pulled up, because the waitress appears at Mal’s shoulder.
“What can I get you?” she says to me, and I order a beer and a burger with extra fries. When it’s Mal’s turn, I notice them glance away from my phone before responding to the waitress.
“Really? Rude,” I say after she leaves to let them know I caught them, but Mal just looks confused.
“From the way you were acting,” they say, “I thought you must really like him. But that text was a total blow off. Is he stalking you or something?”
“What?” I pick up my phone and re-read the messages. “I don’t sound like I’m blowing him off.”
“You totally do. Mentioning me? Did you mention me to him already? ‘Cause you made it sound like we’re out on a date, and then the whole ‘worked up an appetite’ innuendo. If you’re trying to get the guy to back off, I think you’re succeeding.”
“No, that’s not …” Zach hasn’t texted back. Usually he texts right back. Fuck, what am I doing?
Craig: How did the party stuff go? Still in Denver?
I set the phone back down, making sure to click off the screen this time, and can’t stop my fingers from tapping on the table. Mal grins and I flip them off.
“Is that why you aren’t sure about going out tonight?”
“No, we are definitely going out,” I say with confidence.
Zach: Terrible. This stupid party is going to be fancier than a fucking wedding.
Zach: I’m headed home now.
“We don’t have to go out, you know. He wants you to ask him to do something tonight,” Mal says, reading my phone upside down.
“What makes you say that?” I shake my head. “And stop snooping.” I pull my hand back and tuck my phone against my chest.
Part of me wants to give in, to see Zach and pretend like nothing has changed. But then the other part remembers how he looked and how hard he cam
e when he was talking about being fucked by other men. And yeah, that was hot, but am I just setting myself up? Because I’ve already got feelings for Zach swirling around in here. I can’t deny that. But getting more involved with someone that I know doesn’t want to be exclusive, or at the very least, wants to be in an open relationship? That’s just asking to get my heart broken.
Ding.
Zach: I’m just going to crash when I get home. TTYL
I hold my phone up this time as I read, so Mal snatches it away. Seriously. Nosy bitch. Our food arrives before I can call them on it.
“Are you always this much of a dick to the guys you’re dating?”
“I am not being a dick. It’s complicated,” I say, downing my beer faster than normal. “I don’t want to think about this anymore.”
Mal raises an eyebrow and I realize what I’ve said.
“I mean I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Finish up your food so we can go to In Toto. I want to dance.”
“Seriously, is this guy a major dick or something?”
I snort and salute, and then my insides crumple. Mal’s looking at me like I’m crazy, and it doesn’t help to think that Zach probably would have gotten my reference. I don’t want another reminder of how good we are together.
“No, he’s perfect,” I say, and blame drinking my beer too fast on a still mostly empty stomach for my loose lips.
Mal still has my phone, and they type something out before I manage to snatch it back. When I look, they’ve sent a text to Zach for me.
Craig: Drive safe. We’ll be at In Toto later if you want to join us.
“Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I? If this guy is so perfect, why don’t you want to see him?”
“It’s-”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s complicated. You must think I’m a real idiot, considering that if anyone understands complicated,” Mal gestures up and down at themselves, “it’s me.”
