“Pushy. I knew you would be.”
He quickly slicked up his hand and gently pushed one finger into Chris, who immediately tightened around it and yelped.
“Bigger than your ex-girlfriend’s finger, huh?” He stroked down Chris’ flank and leaned forward to whisper, “Relax. If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Chris nodded and slowly relaxed as Dante pumped his finger in and out. Even relaxed, he was tight as hell. Dante couldn’t wait to feel it wrapped around his dick. But he had to take it slow and easy. He wanted Chris to enjoy it and want to do it again.
He got the flesh as loose as he could with one finger. Rubbing Chris’ back in soothing circles, he said, “I’m going to put another one in, but only if you’re ready.”
He slid in a second finger and pushed down, searching.
“I’m ready. How many times do I-” Chris’ stuttered as Dante crooked his finger and stimulated the other man’s prostate.
“Sweet baby Jesus!” Chris yelled and pushed himself back against Dante’s hand.
Bingo! “Little Miss Strap-On never did that for you, did she?”
Gasping, Chris ground out, “No, her fingers weren’t as long as yours. Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
“It’s going to feel even better when a real, live, hard dick presses against it.” Dante withdrew his fingers to Chris’s vivid protests. Dante quickly put the condom on and slicked himself up just enough. He had originally planned to have Chris put it on him, but one little stroke from Chris’ rough hands and he’d probably come immediately.
“Ready?” With Chris’ assurance that he was indeed beyond ready, he pressed his cock snug against Chris’ hole and pushed in slowly, focusing on Chris’ body and steady stream of curses and encouragement to tell him if he needed to stop.
When he was all the way in, he dropped his forehead to Chris’ sweaty back and just breathed. Chris was so hot and tight around him, he wished he could stay there all day. Chris yelled at him to move, but he knew as soon as he did, he wasn’t going to last long. He wrapped his hands around Chris’ hips and began to thrust in and out.
There wasn’t much finesse to it. Hell, there was none. He tried not to move too fast or rough, but Chris egged him on to do just that. So, he sped up and reached around to take Chris’ dick in his hand. It was hard and pressed against the other man’s belly. He got in about six good strokes when Chris screamed and tightened down on him hard. There was no way he could keep up his movements. He stilled and allowed Chris’ internal muscles to squeeze the orgasm out of him; his breath came in long, shuddering moans.
When his head cleared, Dante carefully pulled out of Chris’ hole and discarded the used condom in the trash next to the bed. Flopping down next to Chris, Dante asked his lover, “You alright?”
Chris lay panting next to him, his chest heaving. “Give me a minute and I’ll write a five-star review.”
Dante smiled at the comment and wondered if fist bumping Chris would be considered bad post-lovemaking etiquette. He was about to ask him when he heard a whimpering noise outside his closed bedroom door. He prayed the dog would go back to bed, after that orgasm he wasn’t in any frame of mind to walk Pirate.
As the cries increased to a strident wail, Dante could feel Chris’ body shake with laughter. “Guess it’s time for a walk, Daddy.”
“Usually when a guy calls me Daddy in bed, it means something totally different,” Dante griped.
Chris showed him no mercy. “Well, it was your bright idea to adopt the dog. So, deal with it.” He rolled over and snuggled into the covers, ignoring Dante.
“Some afterglow, Chris. See if I ever fuck you again.”
His only response was a muttered, “Ahah.”
Later, as he stood in his backyard in his underwear and flip-flops watching Pirate relieve himself, Dante wondered what the hell he’d been thinking when he’d agreed to a no-strings affair with Chris. One time in that ass and he already wanted more. Having sex with Chris was addicting. He usually just fucked and ran. Maybe he went back for seconds if the guy had some talent, but sex with Chris...he was in over his head.
Way over his head.
Pirate stopped peeing and stared up at Dante with a knowing look. “You shut up. I can still take you back to the shelter. I’m fine, I can handle this, no problem.” In answer, Pirate just wagged his tail and glared at him with one eye.
Chapter Twelve
The news that Dante had been cast as Logan in the Logan’s Run remake made page three of Variety, but news of Chris and his engagement at the Movie Posters Unlimited signing was on the front page of every online tabloid magazine. That pissed Dante off. He’d worked hard over the years building his career to achieve this landmark of being in an A-list Hollywood blockbuster; yet the gossip that he’d be marrying Chris took precedence. Whatever, he’d take the publicity anyway he could get it.
Since their engagement announcement, Chris and he had settled into something that resembled domestic bliss. They ran errands together, argued over whose turn it was to take out the trash, divvied up the housework, and spent lazy Sundays trading sections of the newspaper back and forth -- things all normal couples did. Sure, they’d done that before as roommates, but this time most of their activities revolved around sex.
Mind-blowing sex which rocked Dante’s world.
Before when they’d walk the dog and Dante grabbed Chris’ hand, it had been for their scam, in case any potential photographers might snap a picture of them together. Now, Chris grabbed for his hand all the time, even in the privacy of their house. It was nice.
No, it was more than nice, it was sublime. He now had Chris’ full attention and affection. He’d never had a boyfriend, even a fake one, show him how much he cared, and for the first time in his life Dante wished he’d never agreed to a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement with Chris. He wanted more...
While Dante hit the gym for several hours a day to beef himself up for his new role, Chris would go to auditions. A couple of producers had liked his look and resume, but they’d felt Chris ‘wasn’t right for the role.’ But they’d promised to keep him in mind for other upcoming parts. A lot of actors would have found that discouraging, but Chris never seemed bothered by it, and came back home with a smile on his face and a plea for a ‘make-me-feel-better-blow-job’ from Dante.
Dante happily dropped to his knees.
In the meantime, Chris accepted an offer to record radio voiceovers for a local advertising company. Not exactly a star turn, but it paid well, and the hours were flexible enough that he could continue to audition for television and movie roles. With some decent money coming in, they could afford to pay Dante’s mortgage, which lifted a worry off their shoulders about becoming homeless and living out of their cars.
When the Logan’s Run script came, they celebrated with a nice dinner out at a restaurant that wasn’t crowded with the paparazzi. Afterwards, they went home and sprawled out on the couch with a bottle of champagne. They took turns reading the dialogue out loud, pointing out the lines they thought were particularly clever and making notes about Dante’s character in the columns of the script. It was a great screenplay, witty and fresh, and that made Dante even more excited about being in the movie.
“This thing’s going to be a huge hit! I can feel it.”
Chris leaned back into the couch casually. “It has potential.”
Before Dante could sputter out his protest at that idea, Chris slapped him on the back. “Just joking! The movie is going to rock and you’re going to be a big star.”
Then Chris slipped his arm around Dante’s shoulders and leaned in close. “I’m really proud of you.”
His voice was so soft that Dante had to get closer in order to hear him. His heartbeat faster. When had Chris’ approval become so important to him?
“You knew what you wanted and damned if you didn’t get it. I must admit that I didn’t think this plan was going to work, but I’m glad it did. And not just because you got the rol
e.”
Chris’ pale blue eyes sparkled with fondness, and as if in slow motion, Dante saw Chris’ mouth coming towards his. Right before those lips took his in a kiss that rocked him to his core, Dante heard the words, “Want you so badly.”
As Chris deepened the kiss, Dante felt all the emotions he had for this man push to the surface. His feelings had always been deeper than mere friendship. He trusted and respected this man above all others, even though he tried to pretend he didn’t. It would be quite easy for the love of friendship to turn into a romantic love.
Chris’ tongue was out of control, plunging in and out of Dante’s yielding mouth and he felt his cock harden. This always happened when they kissed. Nothing turned Dante on more than a dominant Chris. While he loved topping, sometimes Dante liked to give up control to his lover. He didn’t do it often, only when it felt safe, and he felt extremely safe with Chris.
When Chris dragged him off the sofa, down the hall and into Dante’s bedroom, he never thought about objecting. He could feel every inch of Chris’ lithe body pressed against him and Dante pushed his raging hard-on into Chris’ pelvis, explaining without words just how turned on he was. Chris’ response? He pushed his own erection against Dante’s.
Moaning against Chris’ mouth, Dante grasped those powerful shoulders, wanting everything his lover could give and more. Chris didn’t disappoint him, grinding against him with intent.
He hadn't realized one kiss could make his body feel so alive. His skin felt eager for Chris’ touch, his mouth begging for his kiss, and his body open to whatever Chris wanted to use it for. While his previous encounters with Chris had been filled with a healthy amount of lust, they were usually controlled. He’d taken the lead, as Chris had been new to gay sex and Dante didn’t want to spook him. Today, this instant, nothing was held back by Chris. This was one man wanting another, taking another, and Dante eagerly answered each touch, caress, and kiss.
While that talented mouth ravaged his, Dante upped the ante in their passion play and moved his hands from Chris’ shoulders to his hips...then gradually placed them on Chris’ pert, firm ass. Gripping those tight cheeks, Dante pulled up on the buttocks and pressed their pelvises together.
Chris moaned long and loud, “Fuck yes. More, Dante!”
They strained against each other; the only thing keeping Dante in an upright position was the bedroom door against his back and Chris’ grip in his hair. Suddenly, Chris broke the kiss, their eyes met, and then Chris moved first, taking his hands out of Dante’s hair and placing them on his chest. Chris guided them away from the door and towards the bed. Dante complied, letting Chris lead the way to wherever the other man wanted.
When Chris pushed Dante backwards, he fell into the bed, arms and legs splayed. Chris quickly followed, straddling Dante’s legs swiftly. Deft hands opened Dante’s jeans, exposing his throbbing erection to the faint coolness of the night air. He’d gone commando. Why bother to wear underwear if Chris was around?
Chris stared down at him, their eyes connecting as Chris leaned forward and took Dante into his mouth, gently and reverently. He cried out as his cock was enveloped by a warm, wet heat. As Chris moved his mouth along Dante’s engorged cock, licking the shaft and balls, Dante slid his hands into Chris’ short, blond hair, guiding the other man’s actions. Before tonight, he’d always been careful when on the receiving end of one of Chris’ toe-curling blowjobs, letting Chris control the pace. Afraid if he fucked too hard, too brutally, Chris would be frightened off.
But, now, lost in their mutual desire, Dante let loose, finally able to fuck Chris’ face like he’d always wanted to. Thrusting his hips, Dante heard Chris grunt in response, but his lover didn’t stop; he just kept up the suction, driving Dante out of his mind. Then when fingers probed behind his balls, near his pucker, Dante panted, “Put it in there. God, Chris. Fuck me, baby. Please.”
As a single digit entered his hole, Dante arched his back, forcing more of his cock into Chris’ mouth, and the dual stimulation overloaded his brain. He found himself quickly at the peak, but suddenly Chris pulled off.
Dante looked down at Chris, pleading with his eyes for Chris to continue.
The other man reacted by leaning down and taking his lips in another soul-stealing kiss. Dante groaned in further frustration when Chris moved Dante’s hands out of his hair and instead took each wrist, one in each hand, and pushed them above his head, pinning Dante more firmly to the bed.
As he did this, Chris broke their kiss and trailed his lips down Dante’s jaw, into his neckline, pausing to lick and suck the flesh with his tongue.
“I really want to fuck you, Dante.” He whispered, lips forming the words against Dante’s throat.
Shivers rose in the wake of Chris’ mouth trailing down Dante’s body, his hands following, stroking every bit of flesh they encountered. The sensual journey ended when Chris placed a light kiss on the tip of Dante’s cock.
Chris raised his head and looked at Dante. “Can I?” he asked. “Can I fuck you?”
There was a wild desperateness in Chris that Dante had never seen before. On his knees between Dante’s legs, Chris quickly shed clothing and threw it on the floor. His skin glistened with sweat and his cock was red and hard, curving toward his belly. Dante moaned at the thought of it inside of him.
Chris was so beautiful in that moment that Dante couldn’t speak, so he nodded his consent. He reached over and opened the bedside drawer and fumbled around inside, hoping to get his hand on the lube and condoms and not having much luck. He felt as if his hands weren’t connected to his body. All he could feel was the desire to have Chris in him.
Chris batted Dante’s hand out of the way drawer and leaned his body precariously over the edge of the bed to pull the needed items out of the drawer.
Realizing that this was the moment to gain the upper hand, Dante used Chris’ position to unbalance him and toss him on his back across the bed. He rolled on top of Chris and leered down at him. The other man appeared frustrated at his loss of control as Dante cackled, “I’m going to ride your dick like a rodeo cowboy.”
With a roll of his eyes, Chris said, “Where do you come up with this stuff?” His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Or are you just stalling?”
Dante just grinned and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. Widening his knees and bracing himself above Chris, he pushed one finger into his ass. He bit back a whine as he added a second finger and pumped them in and out. Goddamn, it felt great, and he tried not to think about how good Chris’ thick cock was going to feel.
“Fuck. That is so hot.” Chris gasped eyes wide with lust. He skimmed his hands up Dante’s thighs, which quivered at his touch. “Add another one.”
Obeying Chris demand, Dante thrust back now on three fingers, whimpering at the intrusion. At the same time, Chris’s hands continued their journey around his body to skim gently around Dante’s hole and stroke his fingers as they plunged in and out. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensation of Chris’ finger ringing his sensitive flesh, calluses occasionally catching on the rim and dragging a tiny bit of skin before releasing it. It would be so hot to come this way -- Chris teasing his hole while he pleasured himself with his fingers. All he had to do was thrust harder, drive his fingers against his prostate and he’d be there. It was tempting, but not really the way he wanted to come, and he was on the verge.
“Chris, please man, you gotta stop. I’m going to come.”
Looking ridiculously smug, Chris stopped his movements and withdrew his hand, only to use it to cup Dante’s jaw and draw him down for a kiss. Dante removed his fingers and bent over to receive Chris’ lips. They were hot and devoured his mouth as if they’d never tasted anything so delicious. They chased him when he drew back. Smiling, Dante pushed Chris’s shoulders back down to the bed. Picking up the lube, he warmed it momentarily in his hands before reaching for Chris’ cock and with one tug, smeared it with lube.
“Shit!” Chris shouted and his whole bod
y jerked.
Now it was Dante’s turn to look smug. Grasping the base of Chris’ cock, he positioned it just where he wanted it and sunk down slowly, giving himself time to adjust before moving lower.
Chris grabbed his hips and tried to force him down, but Dante stopped him with a look and asked, “Tell me how it feels.”
Chris’ mouth opened and closed a couple of times without making a sound before he got himself together, licked his lips and said, “Tight. God, it’s so tight and hot. It’s like I’m surrounded by velvet fire, but it feels so damned good.”
Chris’ words went straight to Dante’s dick and he pulled himself nearly all the way off Chris before he plunged down until his ass rested on Chris’ thighs. Then he rocked on the perfect cock within him. He felt full in a way he never had before, as if Chris were made just for him. Sure, he’d bottomed before, not a lot because most of his past lovers preferred him to top; but Chris was in a league all by himself, constantly surprising Dante. He trusted Chris with this, and damn if he wasn’t making it perfect for Dante.
The room was quiet except for the sounds of two men panting and moaning, uttering quiet curses and each other’s names. Electricity filled the air, as if the whole room could ignite just from their joining.
A caress against his throat made him realize that he’d thrown his head back. His eyes were screwed shut in helplessness at the feel of Chris’ wide cock shifting within him and striking his prostate in a delightful rhythm. He was so close. An orgasm curled itself in his groin and he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Sensation rippled down his spine in the wake of Chris’ hand. His touch was tender at the small of his back. As much as he wanted to look at Chris, he knew it would be his undoing and he wasn’t quite ready for that just yet. He wanted just a little more of the rocking and stroking before it ended. A little more of the cool air of the bedroom caressing his damp skin. A little more of Chris’ moaning. Just a little more.
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