“You don’t need to do anything, Taylor. We can figure it out as we go. Right now, we need to focus on your brother and—”
“Winning the cup next week,” Taylor joked to lighten the mood. He had enough of the sad talk for the night.
Fletcher smiled and nodded. “We’ll win that cup, baby. I’ll win it for you.”
Taylor slid his hands underneath Fletcher’s shirt and tickled him on his waist. “You meanI’llwin the cup foryou?” He smirked.
“I’ll let you do anything you want if you fuck me and call me your good boy some more,” Fletcher told him as he pulled Taylor’s shirt off before removing his own.
Taylor felt his cock grow hard beneath his jeans as Fletcher kissed a trail of kisses down his chest. God, he loved it when Fletcher was blunt with him. Right to the chase.
“Is that what does it for you?” Taylor chuckled. Fletcher pressed a kiss to him through the jeans before nodding.
“I can’t help what makes my dick hard.” He pulled Taylor’s zipper down before tugging his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. He pulled them completely off Taylor and let them drop to the foot of the bed before he quickly took his own clothes off.
“What, no strip tease?” Taylor pouted. “I have lube and condoms in the top drawer behind you, sweet thing.”
Fletcher quickly retrieved them before climbing back on top of Taylor. “I think you should let me fuck your mouth,” Fletcher smirked. “Scoot down a little, babe.”
He scooted up the bed until he found the perfect angle to slide into Taylor’s mouth, resting his hands on the headboard. Taylor made a slurping noise as he took Fletcher in his mouth. “So good, Taylor,” Fletcher moaned.
Taylor reached over for the lube and poured some out onto his fingers before bringing them to Fletcher’s hole to get himread. Fletcher let out a whimper as the cold lube hit his rim.
He swirled his finger around until he slowly inserted his middle finger. Fletcher’s cock hit the back of his throat and Taylor let out a little hum.
“In and out, babe. I need your cock,” he told Taylor impatiently. God, Taylor nearly busted right then and there. He loved the way Fletcher was so needy for him. And entirely shameless about it. Zero shyness. He loved that Fletcher was so comfortable with him like this and such a good communicator.
Fletcher began thrusting a little harder as Taylor inserted another digit. “Is that okay?” He pulled back and asked Fletcher. He responded to clenching around Taylor’s fingers.
“I want you on top when you fuck me,” Fletcher told him. Taylor could tell he was getting close, so he quickly removed his fingers from Fletcher’s hole and moved out of the way so Fletcher could lay down on his back. He quickly slipped on a condom before grabbing onto Fletcher’s legs and putting them on his shoulders. Fletcher reached down with lube on his fingers to give Taylor a few strokes.
“I’ll go slow,” Taylor promised him. He leaned down to kiss Fletcher before slowly sliding in. Fletcher cried out as Taylor stretched open his tight hole. Taylor loved the fact that he was the only person who had ever been inside of Fletcher. He tried not to think about how many girls Fletcher had been inside of. But that was all before. It didn’t matter now.
Still, Taylor felt admittedly a little jealous as the thought came to mind. He pushed himself all the way into Fletcher maybe a little harder than he should’ve, letting the jealousy get to him. He reached over to cup Fletcher’s cheek. “You okay, beautiful?” he asked him softly and apologetically.
Fletcher nodded, seemingly unable to form words as Taylorslowly moved in and out of him. Fletcher clenched around him and Taylor worried he would come at any second. “I’m going to speed it up a little. Is that okay?”
“Please fuck me, Taylor,” Fletcher whined. He grabbed Taylor’s hand and took his thumb into his mouth and began sucking on it.
“Holy shit,” Taylor breathed. “Such a good boy, Fletch. Keep sucking on that while I fuck you, sweetheart.” Taylor couldn’t even fathom the sight of it. Fletcher was just too perfect.
“Mmm,” Fletcher hummed around him. “You feel so good, baby. Your cock fills me right up.”
Taylor started to pick up the pace. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? You’re so fucking tight, Fletch.”
Fletcher looked at him with glossy eyes and nodded. “Keep moving, babe.”
“Stroke yourself,” Taylor told him softly. Fletcher immediately reached down with his free hand and began pumping himself. He looked down and watched as his own cock moved in his hand.
“Eyes on me, sweet boy,” Taylor cooed. “I wanna see you.” Fletcher looked up at Taylor and quickly leaned his head up for a kiss.
“Am I your sweet boy?” Fletcher asked with a smirk on his face. Taylor quickly sped up and thrust even harder. Fletcher let out a whimper as Taylor seemingly hit his spot. “Oh fuck, Taylor!” He wrapped his arms behind the back of Taylor’s neck and brought Taylor’s forehead down to rest on his.
“You’re my sweet boy,” Taylor answered roughly. He could feel his orgasm approach. “You’re such a good fucking boy, Fletch. My sweet, sweet boy. Perfect fucking golden boy.”
“Your golden boy, Taylor,” Fletcher sighed. He ran his handsthrough Taylor’s hair. Chills ran down Taylor’s spine as Fletcher tugged roughly on his hair. “I’m your boy,” he breathed. “No one else’s.”
“My boy,” Taylor repeated. “Fuck!” He grunted. He brushed Fletcher’s hair out of his face. Fletcher probably needed a hair cut but Taylor selfishly hoped he’d grow his hair out.
