“Fletcher,” Taylor breathed. “Fuck.” He held Fletcher’s head as Fletcher’s head bobbed up and down.
Fletcher looked up at him as he sucked him with lust and desire in his eyes. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well. What a perfect fucking mouth.”
He pulled off Taylor and kissed the top of his thigh. He climbed on top of Taylor and made a trail of kisses up to Taylor’s neck.
“Fuck me, Taylor,” he told him again. He reached over into his nightstand for a condom and a bottle of lube. “Here.”
Taylor smiled in awe. “I’d love to fuck you, Fletch. I really fucking do. But we have to work our ways up to it.” What he and Fletcher had was…fragile. He didn’t want to screw anything up by rushing into stuff.
Fletcher shook his head and slapped Taylor’s cheek as he leaned down and kissed him again. “That’s really sweet, babe. Go ahead and pour some lube out onto your fingers.” To Fletcher, sex was just sex. At least, that’s what it sounded like to Taylor.
“Did you watch fucking porn to learn this or something?” Taylor asked mostly seriously. “You’re being so… casual about this.” He couldn’t believe Fletcher was acting so casual about this. Taylor thought it was kind of a big deal to be fucked by a man for the first time. But Fletcher acted like he could care less about it. Like it made perfect sense for Taylor to fuck him.
Fletcher smiled and nodded. “Of course I did. Don’t worry, baby. We can take it slow if you need to.” Taylor’s cock twitched.
“Who are you and what did you do with my Fletcher?” Taylor asked, sounding slightly concerned. The way he called him “my Fletcher” made him do a double take. As if it wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Fletcher definitely noticed it too from the look he was giving Taylor. Like Taylor was the one who was talking like a crazy person.
Fletcher put the condom and the lube down on the bed beside them. He reached down to cup Taylor’s cheek and trace his bottom lip with his thumb. The way Taylor liked to do it with him. Fletcher leaned down to kiss Taylor’s other cheek. And then his temple. And then his forehead. Taylor planted his hands onto Fletcher’s hips.
Fletcher wordlessly continued to kiss him everywhere besides his lips. His neck, his sternum, his earlobe. This was soft and tender. Completely unrushed.
“Fletcher,” Taylor said quietly. Like he was trying not to startle a deer. This wasn’t the first time he upset Fletcher like this.
“Mmm,” Fletcher hummed onto his skin. “Is this what you need?” he asked Taylor. “Gentle?” He pressed a kiss to Taylor’s collar bone. This was definitely doing something to Taylor’s body. He thought his body had always been pretty responsive to Fletcher. But this… it was different. He felt like he wanted to surrender himself completely to Fletcher.
“Fletcher,” Taylor cautiously whispered again.
“Baby, I can make it so good for you.” Fletcher removed his hand from Taylor’s jaw and slowly dragged it down his body. He massaged Taylor’s nipple and pinched it in between his thumb and his index finger. “You want me to be sweet?” He slid his hand down to grip Taylor’s aching cock.He jerked him slowly. Painfully slow. Taylor’s entire body felt like it was on fire, and he still had no idea what the fuck was going on.
“Do you want to fuck me, Taylor?” He rubbed Taylor’s sensitive head with his thumb. “Imagine how fucking good it would feel. Fuck, I’m leaking just from the thought of it.”
“Fuck,” Taylor groaned. He clenched his jaw.
He honestly wanted nothing more than to flip Fletcher over onto his stomach and pound the fuck out of him. But then… there would be no going back from that. Right now, whatever they were was still casual. For the most part. No feelings besides a physical attraction had been involved. Taylor was able to separate his feelings he had for Fletcher as his friend from the ones his body was feeling. Just barely. It took all the strength inside of him to push back the feelings that had terrified him. The feelings that threatened his career. The feelings that could never be shoved back in once they were let out.
But he wanted this. Fuck, he really fucking did. And Fletcher seemed to want it even more than he did. He was practically begging Taylor to fuck him. He’d never seen this side of Fletcher before. It was weird. And scary. Because it could easily lead to more.
“Armstrong…” Taylor whispered, trying to put some distance between the two of them. This was too much for him to handle. He had two parts of himself that were battling inside of him. He knew they couldn’t be doing this. But he also knew his feelings for Fletcher were growing and growing by the day. And starting to mess around with him was like adding gasoline to the fire.
Quicker than a strike of lightning, Fletcher let go of Taylor’s cock and climbed off him completely. Taylor’s body recoiled at the loss of contact.
“You need to leave,” he told Taylor with an edge of disdainin his voice. “Fuck!” He groaned in frustration. He pulled his knees up to his chest and put his head down in his lap.
Taylor’s heart clenched in his chest. He hated the sight of Fletcher like this. “No,” he told Fletcher firmly. He wouldn’t walk away like this. Not from him.
Fletcher immediately put his head up and glared at him. “If you’re not going to fuck me then fucking leave,” he told him sharply. He pointed towards the door as he said it. “Leave so I can find someone else who can.”
“No,” Taylor repeated, sounding possessive. “You’re not fucking anyone else.”
He reached over to put his hand on Fletcher’s shoulder, but Fletcher slapped his hand back. Taylor didn’t know what he was thinking. He reached over to Fletcher again, who then swatted him away again. Fletcher grunted as he rolled off his bed and walked around to pick up Taylor’s jeans. He threw them at Taylor.
“Grab your shit and get the fuck out, Taylor. I’m not fucking doing this back and forth shit.”
Taylor gulped as he grabbed his pants and stood up from the bed. There’s no way he was going to let things end like this on such a sour note. How did the vibe shift so quickly?
“So that’s it? We’re done?” he asked him angrily. Enough to conceal the fact that he was disappointed and hurt. He didn’t want it to be over. Not with Fletcher. Not like this.
Fletcher tugged on his hair, showing his frustration. “I guess so, Taylor! I just asked you to fuck me and you’re acting like I asked you to move in with me or something!”
