by Riley Parks
“Want to fuck you,” the busty brunette cooed in Evan’s ear, letting her tongue take a little lick of his lobe. “You want to go into a private room?”
“Nah,” he said, tapping her thigh as a weak expression of pity. He wondered in the past if he would’ve gone for it to see what he could’ve gotten out of her. Maybe he would’ve plowed her and while she was still reeling from his dick, stolen her shit. Now, that type of scam and the couple bucks he’d get out of it didn’t seem worth it. He didn’t want to fuck things up with Jackson, who had made it clear that he expected fidelity.
Evan had never been in a position where he wanted to be faithful to someone before, but it was easy to only want to fuck one person when the person he was fucking was Jackson. He figured that banging anyone else would be a serious downgrade anyway, and was pretty sure when his boyfriend finally dumped him, he’d be fucked up over his ass indefinitely. He knew it would only be a matter of time until Jackson got sick of Evan’s shit like everyone else did. So he figured that he should enjoy the hell out their relationship while he could before the inevitable happened.
“I won’t charge you,” she offered, licking her heavily lined lips. “If you’re down.”
The bass that was vibrating the room and the stripper gyrating on his flaccid dick had his stomach flipping. All he wanted was for her to fuck off so he could sit there in peace thinking about Jackson and all the things he planned to do to him when he got that ass in his hands.
“I don’t fuck for free,” he told her simply, drawing a scoff from the girl, who immediately climbed off him, shot him a dirty look, and moved onto the next lap.
“What did you do?” Jamal asked, laughing as he repeatedly elbowed Evan in the ribs. “You get ‘too gingery’ on her? Scare her off?”
Evan rubbed his forehead and smirked, wondering when “too gingery” was going to die the death it deserved to. “Asked her if she wanted to blow me in the bathroom,” he told him with a shrug, glad that he was getting better at spouting off dumb shit that would make the guys think he was like them. “Guess she wasn’t into it.”
“You got to ask her if she wants to do something that bitches actually enjoy doing, like have her pussy eaten or get bent over the toilet.” Jamal tsked, swigging his beer. “They don’t like to give head.”
It was obvious Jamal had never sucked a cock. Evan had to stop himself from waxing poetic about how awesome it was to have a big, dripping dick rubbing against your tongue and fucking into your mouth, knowing that his love of dick wouldn’t go over well. He wanted Jackson so badly. His boyfriend tasted as good as he looked and he looked really fucking good.
Evan wondered how much longer he’d have to stay not to look shady.
“Thought you had a girlfriend, man. Why you trying to get some strange?” Luis teased. “You already getting bored of that pussy?”
“I’m here right now and she isn’t,” Evan replied, thinking that it was a pretty gross statement when he really thought about it, but they liked when guys treated their girls like shit.
Kane smiled and nodded at his brother. “He’s always been this way. Fucks one after another. The hoes always lined up for it and Evan was like ‘now serving number sixty-nine.’”
They all broke into laughter, with the redhead thinking that it would be accurate if Kane had swapped out “dudes” for “hoes.” The other guys went back to their ogling and he excused himself to the bathroom, ready to bump a few lines and take care of his waning buzz.
Even though cocaine was his first love, they had a rather tumultuous relationship. She always left him needing more thanks to how quickly she burned through his body, and he’d never stop coming back for it. The closer he got to Jackson, the more he realized that his feelings toward him weren’t so different; any time with him wasn’t enough and he wasn’t going to stop angling for more.
He chopped a few lines on the counter by the sink, throwing his finger up at a guy who gave him the side eye from the urinal. “Worry about pissing, a’ight?” he snapped, rolling up his paper as he glared at him. The man turned away and Evan shook his head at the audacity the motherfucker had to pass judgment. Leaning over, he brought the tube to his nose and inhaled the three lines in rapid succession, letting out a pleasured moan and throwing his head back as the drugs hit hard.
He rubbed his thumb under his nose to clean up the excess powder and looked at himself in the mirror, a small smile pulling up his lips. He looked really fucking good. He was typically confident, but when he was high he felt like he was the hottest fucker to walk the Earth. He wanted to show his man how hot he was.
Without much thought, he unzipped his jeans halfway and slid them, along with his boxers, down a bit until they were resting just low enough to show a flash of his pubic hair. Lifting his shirt to show off his ab muscles, he speedily snapped a picture.
Evan (11:46pm): Want U 2 C sumthing
Jackson (11:47pm): What do U want me 2 C?
Evan (11:47pm): Make sure no 1 else can C
Jackson (11:48pm): Not a fucking idiot. Send it.
He sent the picture and eagerly waited for the response. As he did, he idly wondered how long he’d been in the bathroom and then shrugged off the thought, assuming that the guys would think the stripper changed her mind or he found another one to bang.
Jackson (11:50pm): Mmm look good man but U left something outta the pic
Evan (11:50pm): ???
Jackson (11:51pm): Don’t fuck around show me that cock
Evan (11:51pm): Where R U?
Jackson (11:52pm): Out w my bro and friend. Send it.
Evan (11:52pm): Only if UR gonna ride it 2nite
Jackson (11:53pm): Said U were busy bitch
Evan (11:53pm): I am now but I could cum by later
Jackson (11:54pm): Depends how drunk & tired I am
Evan (11:54pm): R U drunk now? Stop drinking.
Jackson (11:54pm): Fuck off. Send me a pic of ur dick.
Evan (11:55pm): Promise if I do ur gonna ride
Jackson (11:55pm): Send it
He huffed at the vague answers he was receiving and pulled his zipper down the rest of the way so he could whip his cock out. He pumped it a few times to get it even harder than it already was from his thoughts of Jackson riding him. He was sure when a person looked at Jackson Jablonic they didn’t think, “Damn, I bet that guy can ride a cock.” but holy shit could he.
Evan knew it was selfish to always beg for it when he was aware that Jackson preferred to be rammed from behind or fucked face-to-face, but watching Jack bounce on his cock was the single hottest thing Evan had ever seen in his life and he couldn’t get enough of it.
He grinned at how stiff his dick was, took the picture, and sent it off before swiftly shoving himself into his pants. He hoped it would turn Jackson on enough to let Evan go over there. He needed to be inside of him, and wondered if a person had ever died of wanting, because if they had Evan felt like he was close to gone.
Evan (11:57pm): It’s waiting 4 u to hop on it
Jackson (11:57pm): Fuck UR so hot
Evan (11:58pm): Like that?
He slid his phone into his pocket and headed back to the area where the boys were sitting.
“Where the fuck were you at?” Luis questioned, narrowing his eyes at Evan.
“Where do you think I was?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He had found that turning questions around on them always gave him better answers than he could come up with himself. He was glad that he was getting better at playing the game, because shit was simpler when people weren’t constantly on his shit.
“Met up with that honey,” Luis said with a smirk, shaking his head at the revelation. “You’re a dirty dog, Red. Bad as fuck just like your brother said you were.” He slapped Evan’s hand and rambled on about him being the fucking man and a bad motherfucker, while Evan just nodded along.
He’d been called worse after all. He grinned at his brother, who was enjoying the work of the woman on top of
him, and flipped Evan the bird before grabbing on to the stripper’s fat ass. Evan pulled out his phone to talk to the fine behind that was going to be working him soon. As discreetly as possible he opened his messages and couldn’t help but smile when he saw a slew from Jackson.
Jackson (12:00am): Know I luv it
Jackson (12:01am): Gonna show U how much soon
Jackson (12:05am): Got me like a rock right now
Jackson (12:07am): Where the fuck did U go?
Evan (12:14am): Sorry ppl around
Jackson (12:15am): What kinda ppl?
Evan (12:15am): Kane & roommates
Jackson (12:16am): Killed my boner
Evan (12:17am): Fuck U no it didn’t
Jackson (12:17am): Promise U fucking did
Jackson (12:18am): Don’t bring them up when ur talking to me
Evan (12:18am): U asked
Jackson (12:19am): Now I’m fucking telling U not 2
Jackson (12:19am): Hate that U roll w them. Should be w me.
Evan (12:20am): I am w U
Jackson (12:20am): U know what I mean
Evan (12:22am): Can I cum over 2nite? Wanna kiss U
Jackson (12:24am): Kiss me Goodwyn? Now Ur tryin to be fucking cute
Evan (12:25am): Is it working?
Jackson (12:25am): Ur pretty cute
Evan (12:26am): So…
Jackson (12:27am): Text me when ur leaving & I’ll meet U at my place
Evan (12:27am): 4 kissing?
Jackson (12:28am): 4 some nasty ass sex
Evan (12:29am): I love ass sex
Jackson (12:29am): I didn’t… mean it like that
Evan (12:30am): U said it tho
Evan (12:31am): We gonna do sum kissing 2?
Jackson (12:32am): Maybe if ur good
Evan (12:33am): U like me better bad. I like U good
Jackson (12:33am): Done texting
Evan (12:34am): Ur getting good at it tho
Jackson (12:33am): Fuck off
He couldn’t wait to do just that.
24
It was routine now that as soon as Jackson heard a late-night knock on his door, he’d open it and have his high-as-hell boyfriend all over him—wild kisses and groping hands overtaking his body.
“Missed you,” Evan confessed breathlessly as he tried to swallow Jack’s tongue whole.
“Saw you last night, fag,” Jackson replied, still uncomfortable with endearments he desperately wanted to share.
“Not enough. Don’t see you enough.” Evan took Jackson’s hand and led him into the bedroom. “Mine or yours?” he asked as he stripped off his clothes and lay down on the bed.
“Mine. Yours is shit,” Jackson sighed before heading over to his closet and tossing Evan a small baggie of cocaine. Jackson yanked off his shirt and pulled down his pants, tentative about what was about to happen.
He knew he shouldn’t do it, but watching his hot-ass boyfriend chop lines in the cuts of his abs was probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He was aware that doing coke with an addict was fucked up, but his dick was hard, his heart was racing, and the redhead was so goddamn tempting Jackson felt powerless against the pull. After all, he wasn’t trying to be Evan’s father, mother, or fucking counselor; if his man wanted to get fucked up and fuck him all night, Jack was definitely down.
Evan lifted his head off the pillow and leaned back on his elbows, licking his lips as he looked at Jackson through heavily hooded eyes. “You want it?” he asked with a smirk.
Bastard. He knew damn well what Jackson wanted. He admired the way Evan’s stomach and arm muscles rippled in the position and how proudly his hard-on was standing in the air.
“Take it.” Evan smiled when Jackson climbed onto the bed and made his way between Evan’s legs so Jackson could suck on the head of that gorgeous cock as if he needed to taste him to breathe. He let his tongue drag along the ridge and looked up to see a mischievous glint in Evan’s brown eyes. “My good boy,” he crooned, tangling his fingers into Jackson’s hair, pulling as he ordered, “Suck that dick.”
Jackson placed his hands on the mattress for the leverage he needed to slide his mouth down the length of his boyfriend’s impressive shaft, taking him in inch by inch. Grinning around his cock when he heard Evan let out a broken moan, Jackson made his way back up and then down again, his pace gradually building with each movement. “Mmm,” he hummed, knowing that the vibrations and sounds would get Evan going even more than he already was.
“So good to me,” he complimented, tilting his head to watch Jackson eagerly run his tongue up and down, chasing his dripping spittle. “Fucking slut for my cock. You love it, don’t you?” Jackson increased the pace by way of answer, and continued to fuck Evan with his mouth. Evan dropped his neck back on the pillow and groaned, “C’mon, blow the lines or I’m going to blow my load.”
Jackson obliged, releasing Evan’s cock from his mouth with a pop before crawling up his body with his hard dick dragging along Evan’s thigh and leaving a trail of precome as he did.
“Nothing is fucking hotter than the way you get turned on when you suck my cock,” Evan mused as Jackson took the paper out of Evan’s hands, hovered over his torso, and inhaled the lines without lifting up.
“Ahhh,” Jackson moaned once he was done. He squeezed his eyes shut and held on to either side of his head as the drugs crashed into his brain. “Thought you liked it when I ride you,” he teased, remembering his boyfriend’s obsession during their text conversation earlier. He let his tongue do a few licks around the inside of his lips, looking for the taste that he’d just put up his nose.
“Everything you do is hotter than the last thing you did, which was hot to begin with. You got me on fucking fire,” the redhead admitted, grabbing Jackson roughly by the nape of his neck and slamming their lips together. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, nips and bites followed by lustful licking. Climbing onto Jackson’s lap, Evan wrapped his arms around Jack’s shoulders and began to grind his ass on Jackson’s hard dick as Evan’s cock rubbed against Jackson’s torso. “Turn me on so much.”
“I can fucking tell.” Jackson grinned, using his thumb to swipe the rivulet of precome that was leaking from Evan’s cock then put it into his mouth. “Snow ain’t supposed to make you hungry, but I’m fucking starving for it right now.” Jackson bit into Evan’s bottom lip. “Going to suck it some more.”
“No you’re fucking not, comeslut.” Evan laughed, kissing Jackson down to the bed. “I got things to do to you.”
“What’re you going to do to me?” Jackson wrapped his legs tightly around his lover’s waist and his arms around Evan’s neck to pull him even closer.
“You’re a little koala bear, you know that?” the redhead grinned, the smile falling from his face when Jackson lifted one of his legs and let it slam down onto Evan’s lower back. “Ouch, motherfucker, that hurt.”
“That’s the gayest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Jack groused. “Don’t say that shit to me again.”
“That you’re a koala bear?” Evan smirked. “What’re you going to do? Cuddle me to death?”
“You know, I’m a grown-ass thug, man. Feared and respected in the streets,” Jackson shot back, thinking that whatever hissy fit he was having wasn’t necessarily helping his cause, but he still went for it regardless.
“Well, in this bed, you’re my comeslut koala bear,” Evan replied matter-of-factly. “And I fucking love it. Turn over, baby.”
“Don’t call me that either. Why do you call me all this stupid shit? It don’t turn me on,” Jack complained while doing as he was told, laying his chest on the bed.
“Like hell it doesn’t. You always bite those dick-sucking lips and start dripping whenever I call you ‘baby.’ You can act like you don’t like it, but you really fucking do.”
“Fuck off.”
“C’mon,” Evan hummed, kissing Jackson’s shoulder blades. “Don’t have to be ashamed of what you like when you’re with me. You got
to let go.”
Jackson tilted his ass sunny side up, ready for his lover’s thick cock. When Jack felt a warm mouth instead he tensed as Evan began to lick and suck the flesh on Jackson’s ass. He’d had a good deal of spanks and some bites, but he’d never allowed Evan’s tongue to get acquainted with his asshole. Evan poured the coke from Jackson’s tailbone to his mid-back and then dragged his tongue up his ass crack before snorting the line in one long inhale.
Jackson was feeling pretty fucking gone and found himself craving the sensation he got from Evan’s lengthy lick. He pushed up on his hands and knees and presented his ass to Evan, silently begging the redhead to bury his face in it and flick his tongue against his opening.
“This a’ight?”
“As long as you stop fucking talking about it after you do it,” Jackson muttered, doing his best to come off as pissed off, even though his drug-induced lack of inhibitions had him into it.
“You’re going to love it.” He could hear the grin in Evan’s voice.
Evan dove in, his tongue making never-ending rotations of some of the best-feeling shit ever. He was lapping at Jackson’s hole, swirling around the rim and then narrowing to push past the tight ring of muscles. He felt himself get looser with every pass and by the time the redhead had the full length of his tongue inside of him and was making large circles, he knew that Evan was right; Jackson was going to become a slut for it. Whimpers and moans were leaking from his mouth, giving him away and taking away his ability to deny that he liked it even if he wanted to. When Evan reached around to start jerking Jack’s cock, he huffed out, “Stop,” the pleasure too overwhelming to cope with in his hyper-aroused state. He wanted to make sure he still had a fuck left in him to ride his boyfriend.
