“Why the fuck would I make a lubey mess when showers are wet enough for my hand?” Beneath the tough-guy act, Rafael looks slightly embarrassed when he nods towards a door. “There’s lotion in the bathroom. It’ll work.”
Barely. Still, Julien is on a tight deadline, so he scampers over to the bathroom and sorts through the labels of various hotel-provided bottles.
When he returns, Rafael is still wearing his team shirt under his sling, but his trousers are pooled by his feet and his boxer briefs are mid-thigh.
He tugs at himself with his terribly dry hand, his cock already fiercely hard. The bulbous dark red tip emerges between the circle of his fingers on every down stroke, the head shiny and leaking.
At least negotiating worked for someone.
“You aren’t here just to watch.” A confident smile plays at Rafael’s lips, transforming his face into something beautiful again.
He knows he’s packing, and he knows just how good he looks stroking himself. Rafael rolls his hips into his left-handed grip,smacking his own fist against the base of his cock with a snap. It’s hypnotizing.
—But Julienisn’there just to watch. He pops the cap of the lotion and pours a generous amount into his palm. “Drop it.”
Once his hand is slick with enough lotion, he slips the small bottle into his back pocket and steps forward.
Rafael, the insufferable brat, gives himself another couple of long tugs before finally letting go. His cock juts out from his center, fully hard, and bounces with the sudden release.
It curves up slightly, that’s lucky. It’s also notably thicker at the base, visible even through his overgrown bush. It’d be a perfect cock to ride, but a pain in the ass to suck.
Frustrating, but no takebacks now.
Under Julien’s scrutiny, the cock twitches and another drop of precum drips to the floor. The pearl wicks away into the thick rug, and Rafael shifts from socked foot to socked foot, his ankles still trapped by the trousers at his feet.
“Well?” Though his tone is gruff and biting, Rafael’s face is almost unsure as Julien studies him. Strange reaction for someone so often put on display, someone drawn to being the focus of attention.
“Just admiring.”
Julien steps forward, but Rafael rocks back until he leans against the wall between rooms. His head narrowly misses a painting with a thick golden frame.
Another step closer and Julien smirks. “You’re not nervous about a little handjob, are you?”
Rafael scoffs. “Of course not.”
“Good.” Julien finally grasps Rafael’s cock, squeezing as he transfers the lotion from base to tip. He prefers a heavier hand than most people, so he asks, “How do you like it?”
Rafael groans, but the sound tapers up at the end, like a whine. “This is good.”
“You sure?”
After a full stroke to wet the member, Julien returns to the base. He slows his hand, pressing his thumb deeper into the pronounced vein on the underside as he languidly pulls. “I can go harder, faster…”
Rafael responds with a long moan, his head hitting the wall with a thump as his free arm falls to the side. His Adam’s apple juts out from his thick neck, bobbing as he swallows and gasps.
Dealer’s choice, then.
With his left hand, Julien pulsates his grip around Rafael’s base, massaging the underside in small circles with his thumb and urging the sensations higher up his shaft. His dominant hand pumps the rest of the length, milking Rafael in quicker and quicker strokes.
For how tough he acted, Rafael’s legs tremble violently as he braces against the wall and makes aborted thrusts into Julien’s steady fist. He’s surprisingly vocal, and his shallow breathing quickly devolves into hard pants as he eggs Julien on faster, faster,harder, like that!
Rafael’s cock leaks, wetting with every pull until the smaller man’s hands are more soaked with precum than lotion. It allows Julien to slide faster, to grip tighter, to work Rafael up higher and higher.
With a cry, Rafael’s eyebrows pull up, his desperation twisting his face into something so pathetic it ignites something raw and carnal in Julien’s veins.
“Ah,ah!Juli—eita porra!”
A thick hand whips out and grasps Julien’s shoulder, Rafael’s fingers digging into his flesh as he tenses.
