The moment they stepped inside their hotel rooms, Fletcher was on his knees and pulling down Taylor’s pants. His semi-hard cock was no match for Fletcher’s hot mouth. He took Taylor in immediately and worked his way to his base. Taylor let out a groan as Fletcher cupped his balls and squeezed them.
“Shit, Fletch,” he choked. He tugged on Fletcher’s hair to pull him off. “I need to sit down for this before you make me pass out.”
Fletcher looked up at him, eyes gleaming with playfulness, and used the back of his hand to wipe the spit that had fallen down his chin.
Taylor reached for the desk chair behind him and awkwardly sat down in it, sliding down so he could spread his legs apart enough for Fletcher to resume his activities.
He gulped as Fletcher took him back in his mouth. Taylor kept his hands in Fletcher’s hair. “You can get rougher,” Fletcher told him, sounding gagged. His hot breath tickled Taylor’s thighs.
Fletcher reached up and pushed Taylor’s hand down, guiding him to push Fletcher’s head down. He hummed around Taylor’s cock, making Taylor let out a groan as it reverberated around his entire length. “You’re a fucking freak, Armstrong,” Taylor croaked, sounding full of disbelief.
“I know, baby,” Fletcher purred. He smiled at Taylor with his eyes.
Holy shit. Taylor was full-on obsessed with him. He loved this side of Fletcher. Full of confidence. Not afraid to tell Taylor exactly what he wanted. Literally every man’s wet dream come true. Maybe Fletcher knew Taylor would like it because he wasa man also.
It was honestly really fucking cool that he had a best friend who liked to drop to his knees and give him head from time to time. More like once or twice a day, but Taylor was not complaining one bit. He really fucking liked it.
“You have a perfect fucking mouth,” Taylor said breathlessly. He tugged on Fletcher’s hair and pushed Fletcher’s head down. Fletcher made a gagging noise as Taylor filled his throat. Fletcher’s hand slid up under Taylor’s shirt and pinched his nipple before massaging the area.
“Hmm,” Taylor hummed. “You’re doing such a good job, Fletch,” Taylor purred.
Fletcher seemed to respond well to the praise because he lightly grazed Taylor’s flesh with his teeth. “Fucking hell, Fletcher,” Taylor groaned.
His stomach clenched as he tried to prolong this for as long as possible. He used every ounce of core strength he had to hold back his orgasm.
Fletcher kept on getting sloppier and sloppier with it. Saliva spilled down, coating Taylor’s legs and the entire front of Fletcher’s face and neck. Every once in a while, he would look up at Taylor, as if he was waiting for him to give him a little nod of approval. His eyes were filled with tears, the redness bringing out his piercing blue irises.
“Keep going,” Taylor mouthed to him the next time Fletcher looked up at him.
He held tightly onto Fletcher’s hair and started to thrust, fully fucking his mouth. Fletcher let out more and more choking noises, and Taylor selfishly was getting more turned on as he heard each one.
“I’m close,” he whispered to Fletcher, so overcome by thepleasure that he couldn’t fully speak.
He thrust harder and harder into Fletcher’s mouth, not even caring if he was able to breathe. He saw stars as he came down the back of Fletcher’s throat, groaning in delight until he drained his balls fully into Fletcher’s mouth.
Taylor was panting as he released his grip in Fletcher’s hair. Fletcher quickly pulled off of him and coughed, sounding like he was about to hack up a lung. His cheeks were stained with a mixture of tears and saliva as he tried to catch his breath.
“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry,” Taylor quickly apologized as he took in Fletcher’s appearance. “That was too rough.” Concern filled his voice.
Fletcher shook his head before gulping. “It’s okay,” he said hoarsely. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smug grin. “You taste really good.”
Taylor swallowed. “Do you want me to—”
Fletcher shook his head again before rising to his feet. He pulled down the waistband of his sweats, showing Taylor the evidence of his arousal apparent from the slickness of his thighs. Holy fucking shit. Taylor gawked at it. Fletcher came in his fucking pants. Taylor couldn’t help but reach out and swipe his finger over the mess. He brought it to his mouth to taste it. The saltiness coated his tongue. Fletcher’s grin grew as he watched Taylor do it.
He cupped Taylor’s cheek with his wet and sticky hand as he leaned down to kiss Taylor.
He tasted like Taylor. That was the only way to describe it. It made Taylor run wild, something activating inside of himself.
Taylor quickly stood up and backed Fletcher into the bathroom, keeping their mouths attached. Fletcher groaned as Taylor tugged on his bottom lip, which sparked somethingferal inside of him. Taylor grew insatiable, needing more and more of Fletcher.
He wrapped an arm around Fletcher’s waist as he dragged him over to the shower to turn it on. He wanted to pull him into the shower with him. He wanted to push him up against the wall and drop to his knees and…
Fletcher let out a whimper, and Taylor started to taste copper on his tongue.
“Holy shit,” he gasped as he pulled away. He bit Fletcher’s bottom lip so hard that he broke the skin. Fletcher smirked at him with swollen, bleeding lips. Holy shit. Taylor couldn’t control himself.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he panted, sounding a little frantic. “I’m so fucking sorry,” his voice cracked.
