“Okay, dude. Cringe.” Chris scrunched his nose, pressing both palms on Marc’s pecs when he lowered and brushed their lips together. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
He was used to saying that kind of crap to women. Had heard Marc saying it, too. But them talking to each other that way? It was weird. Chris was not one of those pussies he toyed around with and subdued like a damn beast tamer. He was a man, adominantone at that—even if he didn’t look like it at the moment since he was pinned under this dude, who was way stronger than he thought, considering he didn’t move an inch when he shoved his chest.
“But we don’t have lube,” Marc continued, ignoring his remark, “and I can’t go into full savage mode with you the first time, or you won’t let me fuck you again.”
A shiver ran down Chris’s spine. That was hot as fuck, but he wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone yet. Though the blush creeping up his face probably ratted him out because there was no way he could hide that.Blushing. When was the last time he’d blushed? He didn’t understand what the hell was happening to him. This was just sex. He wasn’t new at it. Still, he couldn’t help but feel all shy and squirmy.Shy for what? Jesus.
“Who says this is gonna happen more than once?” he countered instead.
“It will.” Marc smirked.
“I don’t know why people think you’re kind and humble,” Chris said, writhing in a failed attempt to get rid of the invisible force this man was exerting on his willpower. Divided, he was enjoying not having to be the one leading the game, but felt utterly uneasy. He wasn’t used to not being in control. “You’re so fucking full of yourself.”
“You were begging me to make you come five minutes ago. And you’ll do it again.”
“I didn’t beg you—”
Marc covered his mouth with a palm and huffed, dropping his head on Chris’s chest before looking at him again. “Stop thinking, and hesitating, and fucking talking, and just let me make us both come, yeah?”
Without missing another beat when he replied with a nod, Marc straightened and reached for his underwear again. This time, however, the guitarist didn’t fight it. In fact, he raised his hips to make the task easier for him. When his friend pulled the material down, he devilishly grinned at the bouncing of Chris’s cock as it slapped his abdomen—yeah, still rigid as fuck. Though unsure why, he suddenly felt self-conscious.
Maybe because it’s the first time you’re willingly and eagerly craving to get laid—sort of—by a dude?
“So fucking perfect.” Marc grazed a finger from the tip down to the base of his cock and cupped his balls in a gentle, yet possessive grip.
“Fuck…”
“I love the sounds you make,” he scraped in such a slow, sultry tone while moving his fist up and down on the guitarist’s dick.
Chris’s fingers dug into his friend’s thighs as he slightly arched, relishing his touch and the way his words caressed him, too.
No more annoying voices.
No more noise.
Mind completely vacant.
He didn’t know if any of this would ever getnormalfor him; the sensation of a rough palm that wasn’t his wrapped around his dick. The fire stirring in his stomach as he watched the bulge in Marc’s boxers grow, straining the fabric. The need to have his mouth on him all the time and return the pleasure he was delivering. What’snormalanyway?
Fractured and aroused, riding through this tortuous road, he wished they could stay in this moment for longer than it would last, though. Because, sadly, sex was just a temporary bliss.
Chris let his hands wander on his friend’s body, feeling him up on the way to his cock. “Marc?”
“Hm?” he asked, enthralled by the piercing on Chris’s dick as he pushed him to the edge.
“I think we’re at a little of a disadvantage here.” He snapped the waistband of his trunks.
The bassist tilted his head and a lopsided grin tugged the side of his mouth, hooded eyes locking. “Want to see my cock, huh?”
“Just saying this should be a two-way street.” Chris placed his hands under his head, acting nonchalant. “But if you wanna keep jerking me off, that’s fine by me.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” Marc leaned forward, his necklace hitting the guitarist in the chin as his hand was still going up and down. “But I’ll still grant you your wish.” He nibbled his lips.
Everything stopped, and Chris intently watched him as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, gulping when that perfectly traced V was finally on full display.
Hedidwant to see. It was a mix of curiosity, lasciviousness, and arrogance. He wanted to have this swollen dick in front of his eyes to admire. Genitalia wasn’t that pretty most of the time, but Marc was gifted. Length, girth, and shape-wise, his shaft should be a model for sexual toy designers. But more than that, somewhere inside of him, he was aching to see the reactions his body, moans, and touch had on the bassist.
There was power in seeing someone burning with desire. Especially if you were the source of that lust. And for him, with this man right now, Chris couldn’t differentiate that feeling from when he’d been with the opposite gender.
