Scott eyes me suspiciously, but obeys. I put mine in the roller tray with his. As I lean down, he looks up at me, and I give him a quick kiss. As he reciprocates, I enjoy the feel of those soft lips. I close my eyes and appreciate his taste as much as I can since this could be one of the last moments we have alone together.
We rise to our feet, tilting our heads either way and matching each other’s movements, igniting that familiar spark.
We're so in harmony now that it's effortless how we strip each other of our clothes. I grab the condom and lube from my pocket, musing on how planning ahead in case a moment like this arose while we were working was one of the best decisions I ever made. Also a sound investment in Trojan Magnums and Swiss Navy lube.
“Not exactly a lot of places to fuck in here, are there?” Scott asks, pulling away from our kiss as he glances around the room—empty aside from the plastic floor film lining the walls and the painting supplies.
We don’t have much to work with as far as places to fuck. Just the carpeted floor.
“This’ll have to do,” I tell him as I sit down and lie on my back beside a pile of our clothes.
Scott laughs. I think we’re both amused that we’ve gotten to the point where we can have sex anywhere. Although, I’m impressed with that more than anything else. Scott gets on his knees and lies alongside my body, taking the condom and lube from my hands. As he suits me up, he offers the occasional kiss.
“I keep offering to bottom for you,” I tell him. “You never take me up on it.”
“I keep being greedy.” He straddles me and descends onto my cock.
There's no apprehension in his expression. No worry about if I'll move too quickly, which I would notice occasionally in the beginning.
There's just an expression of delight that I enjoy seeing as he fills himself with me before sliding his feet back along the carpet and getting on his knees. I wrap my hand around his neck, gripping as I push within him. He kicks his head back and groans as he turns to stick my thumb in his mouth and suck on it. His tongue flicks about.
With my free hand, I grip onto his side and knead my fingers into his muscles.
I thrust.
“God, you're right there, Mikey.”
He didn’t have to tell me, though. I can see it in the way he opens his eyes—the way they’re rolled back as he's just lost in this experience. This is one of my favorite views when we fuck.
I sit up and wrap my arms around him.
I’m greedy for his body. Hungry for it.
My lust consumes me as I continue to take him. He groans and calls out between kisses. I stifle him, shouting my name a few times with my lips.
Grabbing his dick, I stroke it softly, not wanting to bruise the flesh.
Pre-cum leaks from his dick, and I collect some in my hand, using it to lubricate his cock some more. Soon he's got his head pulled back as I kiss his neck, his body twisting, his ass pushing against me. I rock my body as I try to get deeper inside him.
We're on a mission—a desperate, passionate mission—and it feels like I’m nearing the finishing line.
“My balls are so fucking full, Scott.”
“Holy fuck.” But it’s not Scott’s voice.
The blood in my face drains, and I turn in the direction it came from.
Jordan stands in the doorway, his cap tilted to the side, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
“Fuck,” Scott says, sliding off my dick quickly. He rolls to the side and covers his dick with a nearby shirt. He grabs his jeans and tosses them over my stiff erection before springing to his feet.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
Throughout the whole time Scott and I have been playing around, we never said anything to Jordan. We just did this in secret.
Is he going to feel hurt? Betrayed? Like I’ve just been taking advantage of his friend this whole time?
“Jordan, I'm so sorry,” I say.
