He picked up a broken piece of plate from the floor and squirted out some black paint. Roland found a brush on another easel and he stuck it in his mouth to moisten the bristles.
He closed his eyes and felt. And God, he actually did feel something. Roland wasangry. Angry with Donny, angry with himself. Why would Donny even bother responding to his text in the first place if he was going to wait all night to do it? Donny wasn’t any different from Stewart or Cody. Roland painted, and painted. He worked his way through the black and stepped back to look at what he’d done, and for the first time in longer than he could remember he didn’t hate what he saw.
Roland deserved a drink. He dangled the paintbrush out of his mouth and walked to the kitchen, pouring a fresh glass of vodka. The glass was halfway to his lips when there was a banging at his front door. The cadence of the banging was familiar and he recognized it immediately. Roland glanced at his phone on the counter and powered it back on. His screen lit up with over half a dozen text messages from Donny and three missed calls. He set the phone and his paintbrush down and walked over and pulled his door open.
Donny pushed past him, all white skin and angry eyes. Roland closed the door and turned, only catching the back of Donny’s head as he marched down the hallway to Roland’s bedroom. Roland followed.
Donny was in the process of stripping out of his jeans when Roland walked in. Donny looked up, “Good, you’re almost naked.”
Roland’s eyebrows shot up and Donny tossed a condom on the bed. He walked around to Roland’s bedside table and yanked the top drawer open, pulling out Roland’s lube and slamming the door closed.
“How did you know I’d have lube?”
Donny turned toward him and glared. “Everyone has fucking lube. Get on the bed.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Roland challenged.
“Then I’ll fuck you on the floor, I don’t care either way.” Donny dropped his briefs and stroked his cock while he stared at Roland and waited.
Roland debated, his anger from earlier boiling down into a fiery lust, and he was just so appreciative that he couldfeel, he obliged and crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on his hands and knees.
“Nuh-uh. On your back,” Donny demanded, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his now hard cock.
Roland didn’t want to be on his back. He wasn’t ready.
“You don’t need to fucking look at me, just get on your fucking back.”
Oh.
Roland rolled onto his back and eyed Donny cautiously as he situated himself between Roland’s legs. Donny curled his fingers around the waistband of Roland’s underwear and tugged them off, leaving Roland exposed.
“Touch yourself,” Donny said, flipping open the lube and dribbling it down Roland’s hand and shaft. It slid down his balls, cold and slick, and Donny rubbed it around Roland’s hole before he stroked a wet hand over his own dick. “Close your eyes.”
Roland didn’t know if he wanted to now. He saw his most recent painting in his mind and he was fairly sure if he could just watch the way the lines of Donny’s body moved and flexed that he could get it right.
“Close your eyes, Roland,” Donny repeated. He didn’t wait for it though and pushed his cock into Roland’s tight hole.
Roland threw his arm over his face and cried out, arching up as Donny filled him. Donny dug his fingers into Roland’s hips, pulling him further down the bed and impaling him deeper on his cock.
“You make me so fucking angry, Roland.” Donny slammed his hips against Roland and fucked him unforgivingly. Roland couldn’t catch his breath, Donny’s cock was sliding along his prostate and Roland stroked himself furiously. Donny’s lip curled up in concentration and he dropped a hand between them and pressed his thumb against the tender skin below Roland’s balls.
“Fuck,” Roland moaned, his head now banging into the headboard with every thrust Donny gave him. Donny had fucked him all the way up the bed and showed no signs of stopping.
“You fucking come for me, Roland. You owe it to me.” Donny reached up and ripped Roland’s arm away from his face. His eyes shot open and the combination of lust and anger and utter confusion he saw on Donny’s face sent him over the edge. He cried out and pushed himself down as far as he could onto Donny’s cock as his dick twitched in his hand, shooting spurts of cum across his torso and chest.
Donny continued his assault and shifted his weight and changed the angle of his thrusts, his cock now tagging Roland’s prostate on every stroke. Roland’s entire body quivered, and he fisted the sheets between his sticky fingers. The light in Donny’s eyes shifted, and the confusion was gone— replaced with determination as he relentlessly pounded his cock against Roland's prostate. Roland rolled his head back and forth across the pillow, his hair tangling and sticking in his mouth. His entire body thrashed and shook; he mumbled incoherent pleas that fell on deaf ears.Too much, too much, fuck, please, more.
Donny raked a hand up Roland’s chest, dragging his nails against the sweaty flesh. He dug them in, leaving scratches in Roland’s skin. His hips bucked up toward Donny of their own volition, and Roland was tearing so hard at the sheets, they came loose from the mattress.
“I know you have more for me,” Donny grunted, and he slammed one more time into Roland, his cock pulsing and throbbing. Roland cried out as another burst of cum shot out of his cock and landed in the dip of his throat.
“God, yes,” Donny moaned as he came. Roland could feel Donny’s cock convulse inside of him. He folded his body over Roland’s and licked the cum off his throat before haphazardly moving Roland’s hair out of his face and pressing their lips together.
Roland’s mouth opened, readily, and Donny kissed him— with much more tenderness than Roland expected. He could taste himself on Donny’s tongue and he kissed Donny back, tentatively sliding his hands up and down Donny’s sweat soaked skin.
Donny broke the kiss, his breathing labored and loud. He pulled his cock free from Roland in one smooth movement and tied off the condom, tossing it on the floor.
Roland was exhausted, utterly spent, physically and emotionally. He was covered in cum, and when he closed his eyes the room spun. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.
