It was the second time Chris had kissed him like this. The first time he’d blown it off as a tactic to shut Dante up. But, if this was going to be a regular thing, Dante was going to have to figure out a way to annoy Chris every day because, damn, the man could kiss.
His full lips pressed hard against Dante’s and his hot tongue swept the inside of his mouth. Chris had pinned his wrists to the floor just like Dante had done to him only moments earlier. Unlike Chris, he wasn’t about to ask to be let go. His hands grasped at air as Chris deepened the kiss and spread his body over Dante’s. Chris adjusted his hips so that his hard cock lined up perfectly with Dante’s, forcing a moan from Dante that Chris kissed away. And then the wonderful kissing stopped as Chris pulled away. Dante lifted his head, attempting to chase those delicious lips and bring them back to his own.
Chris clearly had other ideas. He kissed his way over Dante’s chin. The first nip on the sensitive skin of his neck sent shivers down his spine. Trust Chris to find the most sensitive area of his body without really trying. Soft lips ran over his hot spot again and again until Dante practically whimpered. Chris shifted his hips just enough so that what little bit of movement Dante was allowed was futile.
Of course, he’d chosen that day to go commando and the zipper of his jeans dragged across his dick with every motion he made. It drove him crazy enough to break down and beg.
“Please, Chris,” Dante said, and it sounded like a moan. “Please.”
Apparently, that was what Chris had been waiting for. He thrust his hips against Dante’s and tightened his hold on his wrists. And then Chris rocked. And rocked...
In the position he was in, Dante couldn’t move. And he really didn’t want to. The push and pull of Chris sitting on his dick and knowing he could do nothing but lie there and take it was hotter than Dante could have ever imagined. Somehow, being fully dressed made it even hotter.
The only sounds in the room were the moans and gasps coming from both men and the pounding of Dante’s own heart. He was very, very close, if Chris would only speed up.
“Faster, man, I’m almost there,” Dante managed. “Dear god, Chris-”
Instead of moving faster, Chris paused, and then rolled his hips sinuously and bit down on Dante’s neck, hard enough to leave a bruise.
“Jesus!” Dante’s orgasm exploded out of him as Chris released his hands and reached under him, lifting his ass and plastering their bodies closer together. They jerked and ground against one another until Dante could feel Chris shudder against him.
For a few moments, they lay entangled on the floor, panting. Eventually, Chris rolled off Dante and settled on the floor with his arm over his eyes. “So,” he said, “that keeps happening.”
“Maybe we’ve gone a little too method?” Dante shrugged, too blissed out to care why they’d fucked, but happy they had.
Peeking out from under his arm, Chris offered, “Character bleed.”
“Happens all the time,” Dante agreed.
Chris sat up and looked down at his pants. There was a rather large wet spot covering the front of his jeans and Dante’s pants were in a similar state.
“God, we’re a mess.”
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I came in my pants,” Dante said.
“Dibs on the shower!” Chris jumped up off the floor and headed for the bathroom. At the door, he turned back and said, “So what does this mean?”
Dante sat up. “What do you want it to mean?” he asked, apprehensively.
Chris crossed his arms. “What do you want it to mean?”
So that’s how this was going to go.
“Do you want to do this again?”
Chris ducked his head. Damn, he was cute when he got all bashful.
“Yes,” Chris finally said.
“Good. So do I.” Dante knew this was a bad, bad idea, but his dick had other ideas. And in the end, his dick won. He posed the question running around in his brain. “Does friends with benefits sound good to you?”
A quick smile broke across Chris’ face and he nodded. “I’ll think of it as embracing my bisexuality.”
“Well, now that that’s decided, you want some company in the shower?”
Chapter Eleven
Dante hung up the phone, his head spun. He sat down on the couch, clutching the phone to his chest. He couldn’t believe it. He just couldn’t believe it. All this craziness had paid off. The announcement in every major tabloid that Chris and he were getting married must have put him back on the Hollywood fast track. Everyone loved a wedding, especially when the grooms were as photogenic as Chris and him.
It felt like just moments later when someone shook him and called his name in an increasingly panicked way.
“Dante!”
It was Chris. How long had he been sitting there? He glanced at his phone; his fingers still clenched around it. It had only been a few minutes since the call.
Meanwhile Chris continued to shake him and yell his name. What was his problem?
“Are you having a stroke? Should I call 9-1-1-?” Chris hollered.
“What? No. What would make you think that?” Poor guy. He really did look worried.
“Because you were staring off into space, holding onto your phone for dear life. You didn’t answer me when I called.” His voice softened. “Did you get bad news, Dante?”
“Bad news?” Dante jumped up off the couch and threw his arms around Chris. “Buddy, I got the best news I could have possibly gotten.”
He lifted Chris off his feet and twirled him around, laughing as Chris squirmed and grimaced in his embrace. Dante put him down with a grin. “Guess who’s playing the lead in the remake of Logan’s Run!”
“Ryan Gosling?” Chris deadpanned.
“No, dumbass. He turned it down. Charlie Peterson called and offered me the part! Said the studio had “reconsidered” my involvement and they thought I could handle it.”
Chris’ smile lit up his whole face. “Of course, you can handle it. Congratulations!” He pulled Dante into a hug and planted a brief kiss on his lips. “Seems like your grand plan worked, huh?”
“Of course, it worked. Besides being good-looking, well-dressed, I’m also brilliant, Christopher!”
“And oh, so humble,” Chris remarked. “Let’s go celebrate. Dinner’s on me. Anywhere you want to go.”
“And if I’d rather stay in?” Dante’s voice grew husky as he slid a finger into Chris’ belt loop and pulled him in closer. “Maybe celebrate naked?”
“Holy shit! Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” Dante panted, sprawled out across the bed, skin still sparking from the orgasm Chris had just laid on him. He knew guys who’d been giving blowjobs for years and couldn’t top that one.
“One of the guys I fooled around with at Julliard was really, really good at it and he taught me.”
With some effort, Dante rolled over and took in Chris’ smug smile. And, dammit, the man deserved to be smug. Dante had been prepared to coach him through it; he had not been prepared to be laid to waste.
In the few days following their fight, Chris and he had messed around a bit, but mostly they’d just exchanged hand jobs. However, this afternoon when Chris had gotten on his knees and taken Dante’s cock into his lush mouth, Dante thought he’d won an Oscar, Golden Globe and an Emmy, all at the same time. His fake fiancé was an extremely talented cocksucker.
Closing his eyes, he inched forward to share Chris’ pillow. “Give me his name, the guy who taught you that,” he said around a yawn. “I want to shake his hand and buy him a drink.”
Chris stroked the side of his face, his hand making little forays into his hair and tracing the shell of his ear. Dante sunk into the softness of the bed, boneless and heavy.
From far away, he heard a soft chuckle. “Wore you out, did I?”
“Give me a half an hour,” he murmured, just on the edge of sleep. “I’ll return the favor. My blowjobs are the stuff of legends.”
When Dante wo
ke, Chris laid curled on his side facing him, deeply asleep. The short nap he’d planned on taking had turned into a few hours judging by the way the sun set, painting Chris’ face with muted red and orange light. They’d slept the day away; but Dante couldn’t bring himself to care, delighted in the way the sun set shafts of Chris’ golden hair afire. Between the mind-blowing sex and the extraordinary news that he’d gotten the part, Dante couldn’t remember a time when he’d been this happy or content.
Murmuring something Dante couldn’t understand, Chris turned onto his back. Breathing stilled until Dante was sure that the other man was still asleep. He wanted to tease him awake and now Chris presented him with an easy way to do it.
Slowly, he reached over and laid his hand on Chris’ chest, right between his nipples. He was tempted to pinch them, but not just yet. He watched his hand rise and fall with each breath Chris took. His skin was warm and soft, with just a sprinkling of hair. They had both given up on manscaping now that things were trending back toward hairy chests. He liked the feeling of smooth skin, but couldn’t wait to get his hands-on Chris once all his hair had grown back in.
Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t ya, pal? A voice in the back of his head reminded him.
This was all pretend; they were scratching an itch with each other, not declaring their undying love. Friends with benefits. Of course, that didn’t mean Dante couldn’t enjoy their affair while it lasted. He slid one finger down Chris’ chest, hopping on that treasure trail to what he really wanted. Almost there.
Chris’ breath hitched and Dante removed his finger and held his breath and waited for him to settle. He could see a bulge starting to form under the sheets and he wanted his hand wrapped around it when Chris woke up.
Resuming his exploration, Dante picked up where he started off. This time, little goose bumps followed in the wake of this finger.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” He looked up and sure enough, Chris stared at him, half-lidded and smiling.
“Yep. But don’t let that stop you.”
With a huff, Dante fell onto his back and crossed his arms. “Well, now you’ve ruined it,” he said, putting on his best pout.
Not falling for it for even a second, Chris rolled over on top of him, straddling his hips. “God, you’re such a drama queen. And I do recall you promising to wear me out.” He sat up straight and held his arms out, an offering. “Well, here I am. Wear me out.”
Grinning, Dante flipped them over until he was the one on top. He kissed Chris until they were both shaking, then let him go. Both hard, they rocked together slowly and couldn’t look away from each other’s faces.
“Hey,” Chris said, a little breathy. “How long were you pawing me while I slept?”
Normally, Dante would have taken exception to the word “pawing,” but right now, with the press and glide of their cocks making him feel so good that he let it slide.
On a moan, he said, “I don’t know, a couple of minutes. Why?”
“Well,” Chris said, arching his back and gasping when Dante grabbed his ass to steady him. “That’s not at all creepy,” he managed to get out. “So very Edward Cullen of you.”
“Do not compare me to that stalker.” Dante was still bitter about not getting a callback for the last Twilight movie and Chris knew it. “Creepy?” Dante panted. “Fuck you. You loved it.”
“Yes! Exactly!”
Dante stilled momentarily, “Huh?”
Chris stared directly at him and he could see all kinds of things in his eyes -- nervousness, lust and excitement. He licked his lips, stared at Dante and whispered, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
What?
“Christopher, how did we go from blowjobs to fucking? I must have missed the memo.” Dante felt confused at Chris’ sudden need to be penetrated.
“You mean you don’t want to tap this ass?” Chris’ blue eyes glinted with glee and something else he couldn’t identify.
Why was it always about ass-fucking with (mostly) straight guys? Dante knew a lot of gay men who didn’t like anal at all. While he preferred to top, with the right partner he could switch it up, so he wasn’t one of those guys. But Chris? They were just supposed to be letting off a little steam, fooling around, and being the first to plow Chris’ virgin ass was a responsibility Dante wasn’t sure he was ready for.
“Chris, while I would love to tap that ass, as you so eloquently put it, we don’t have to. I’m perfectly happy with hand jobs and blowjobs. Anal sex with a guy takes a lot of prep, it’s not like women where you can just stick it in and go for it!” Dante really hoped Chris knew a little bit about the logistics because Dante’s dick screamed for relief and he didn’t feel like explaining Gay Sex 101 to him.
“I have had anal sex before, Dante.” Chris sounded frustrated. “I’m not that naïve. I’m aware of what it entails, but if you don’t want to fuck me, you just had to say.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to.” Oh, god, did he want to. Ever since he first met Chris at the audition for the show, he’d wanted to plow that tight ass. He’d been fantasizing about it for years. His cock ached with the thought of getting inside Chris, and wait a minute-
Sitting up, Dante blurted out, “When did you have anal sex?”
A self-satisfied look took over Chris’ face. “I had a girlfriend once who really loved her strap-on.”
Dante stared at him for a few moments as if he’d never met Chris before, letting out a huff of air and throwing himself back on the bed. “It’s not the same.”
“What do you mean, it’s not the same? Have you ever had a dildo up your ass?”
“It just isn’t, and of course. Gay man here.”
“Do you play this hard to get with all your men?” Chris looked at him like he was the stupidest man on the planet. “‘Cause if so, it’s a wonder how you ever get laid at all.” He leaned closer so they were a hairsbreadth away. “Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dante.”
Chris licked his lips and Dante watched the motion with avid interest. The other man was literally seducing him with every look, action and words.
“Come on, stud; make me beg for it. I know you can,” Chris paused dramatically. “Or maybe you’re afraid to give me the big D? Afraid you’re not the Casanova you’ve claimed to be over the years.”
The gauntlet had been thrown down and Dante had never been one to back down from a challenge.
“Roll over,” Dante demanded.
“How romantic,” Chris muttered, but he obeyed.
Dante watched him wriggle around, his pert little butt swaying as he adjusted his position. Chris’ body was perfect, lean and tight from all the running he did. Under his ass where each thigh began sat an adorable dimple that Dante wanted to take a bite out of. He leaned in to do just that when he was interrupted.
“You going to fuck my ass or just stare at it all night?”
With a laugh, Dante fell onto Chris’ back, pushing his head back down on the pillow. He pressed his lips to Chris’ neck, sending a shiver through the man beneath him. He mouthed his way up to his ear and growled, “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow. Or the next day.”
That drew a gasp from Chris and his voice hitched a little when he said, “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”
“You have, huh?” Dante said between the kisses and licks that he peppered Chris’ soft skin with. “From who?”
“It’s ‘whom,’ you Philistine, and from my ex.”
“Ah, the strap-on queen.” Dante envied the woman being the first to introduce Chris to ass play, but he wasn’t going to inform Chris of that fact. No need to let the other man know that Dante was a Neanderthal deep down and wanted Chris all to himself.
“Do I detect a little jealousy, hmm?”
Trust Chris to figure it out anyway.
Without answering, Dante gave Chris’ ass a little slap. He didn’t hit him hard, but the man froze up momentarily, then moaned softly and lifted his ass. S
o, Chris liked a little spanking, did he? Dante grinned and noted the reaction for further exploration later.
Dante reached into the bedside table and drew out lube and condoms. Placing them on the bed, he licked the nape of Chris’ neck, then continued planting kisses on each vertebrae of his slim, smooth back, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
“Okay?” he asked, running his hand down the trail he’d just kissed and over the swell of Chris’ ass.
A soft moan was all the answer he got. Taking that for a ‘yes,’ Dante grabbed a pillow and tapped on Chris’ hip. He got the message and lifted so Dante could place the pillow under him.
Once he had Chris positioned the way he wanted him, Dante stroked Chris’ ass, enjoying the way the cheeks fit in his hand. Running had made Chris’ body sleek and hard, which caused Dante’s dick to plump up nicely. Nothing turned him on more than a firm male ass primed and ready for fucking.
Chris lifted and tilted ever so slightly to meet each caress. Dante slid one hand into the crack and ran his dry thumb over the hole, calluses catching on sensitive skin as he traced around the rim.
Chris moaned softly and rubbed his dick on the pillow. Dante watched him writhe on the bed, watched his hips undulate, seemingly indecisive as to whether he wanted the friction on his dick or the touch of Dante’s hand. He wondered how Chris would react if he slipped his tongue in to get a little taste.
Maybe later. Can’t do it all at once. Besides, he didn’t want Chris coming before the main event.
Once again, he slapped Chris’ ass, getting an even better reaction this time. Chris’ little moans were music to his ears. He loved a responsive partner. “Stop that. I want you to come while I’m fucking you.”
Chris stopped squirming and turned to throw a haughty glance over his shoulder. “Then you better get to that. Or do I have to do everything myself?”
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