Taylor looked over at Fletcher, but he kept his eyes on the TV. Taylor quickly typed out a response.
Taylor: No, I’m seeing you. Please don’t be jealous. You’re the only one.
Fletcher picked up his phone and began typing.
Fletcher: I’m not jealous of anyone. I just feel like I have a right to know
Taylor: Why, because you like sucking my cock?
Fletcher: Not if you’re sticking it into someone else
Taylor: What if I stuck it in you
Fletcher let out a choking noise. Taylor looked over at him and noticed his face was red.
Fletcher: Stuck it in where?
Taylor: Where would you want me to stick it in?
Fletcher: you really only have two options… Since we’ve already tried my mouth, I think we need to explore the other option
This time Taylor let out a disgruntled noise.
“Are you guys okay?” Douglas asked, eyes still transfixed on the TV.
“Yeah, all good Doug,” Fletcher answered.
Douglas finally gave up on finding a movie and played Avengers Endgame. Taylor truthfully did try and focus on the movie, but Fletcher made it extremely difficult.
He got up and grabbed two blankets he kept beside the couch. He tossed one over to Douglas. “You literally just read my mind, Armstrong,” Douglas told him. “God, you’re like so attentive, you know.”
Douglas wrapped himself in his blanket while Fletcher sat back down with his own. “Sorry, I only have two,” he told Taylor. “If you scoot a little closer, we can share,” he said with a hint of suggestion.
Taylor wordlessly shifted closer to Fletcher as he handed him the end of the blanket. It honestly had more than enough room for the both of them to use it and still sit spread out, but Taylor still moved closer to Fletcher. His leg touched Fletcher’s, and a shiver ran down his spine when Fletcher placed a hand on his thigh. Taylor looked over to Douglas, who was still focused on the TV.
He hiked his breath when Fletcher’s hand moved up his thigh and brushed over his still-hardened cock. Fletcher left his hand there and gave Taylor a squeeze. He kept his hand on Taylor for a few more minutes before they heard faint snoring noises coming from Douglas. Taylor looked over to confirm that their friend was sleeping before he placed his hand on Fletcher’s thigh. He shamelessly slid his hand up and reached down inside of Fletcher’s underwear to grip him.
Fletcher let out a sharp breath as Taylor slowly began to jerk him. Taylor leaned into Fletcher’s ear and whispered “youneed to be quiet.”
He moved his hand up and down Fletcher’s throbbing cock as their friend kept sleeping mere feet away from them. He swiped his index finger over the precum that leaked from Fletcher’s tip and rubbed the head of his cock in slow, debilitating circles.
He scooted even closer to Fletcher until their bodies pressed up to one another’s. He began speeding up his pace, which made Fletcher bury his head into Taylor’s chest to hide the little moans that came out of his mouth. Every little whimper Fletcher let out caused a jolt of electricity in Taylor’s pants. Fletcher nuzzled his face into Taylor’s shirt. “Taylor…”
“Shhh,” Taylor shushed him. Fletcher gripped onto Taylor’s shirt as his breathing picked up and became erratic.
“Fuck, babe,” Fletcher breathed. His legs began to shake, and he bucked his hips as he quickly came into his pants. Taylor kept jerking him quickly until he knew Fletcher had let it all out of him.
He grabbed Fletcher’s head and leaned down to press a kiss to his hair. “Good boy, Fletch. You were so quiet.”
Fletcher was frantic as he reached up and kissed Taylor without a care in the world. “Go to the bedroom. I’ll get rid of him,” he whispered. He kissed Taylor once more before Taylor got up and tiptoed into Fletcher’s room.
Taylor sat on the bed for a few minutes before Fletcher walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He quickly walked over to Taylor and straddled his lap. He cupped Taylor’s jaw and kissed him slowly and tenderly. Taylor moved to pull his shirt off Fletcher and then pulled Fletcher’s off of himself. Fletcher kissed him again. He pulled away and rested his forehead on Taylor’s.
“I need you to fuck me,” Fletcher told himquickly, like his life depended on it.
Taylor pulled back and looked at him with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure? Shouldn’t we—”
Fletcher pushed him down and slid down to quickly undo Taylor’s jeans and pull them off. He quickly took Taylor into his mouth and moved up and down.
