Quentin restrained himself from pushing Joel against the wall and kissing him immediately. He wanted to savor the time.
“Drink?” he offered, sauntering to the kitchen.
Joel shrugged, playing it as cool as Quentin. “Sure. What do you have?”
“Everything.”
Joel followed him into the kitchen. “Oh, interesting. Do you think you have what I want?”
Quentin turned and smiled wickedly at Joel. “I have exactly what you want.”
“And what’s that?” Joel said coyly.
Quentin unzipped his pants.
Joel took Quentin’s cock in his mouth right there in the kitchen, sucking him and letting Quentin fuck his throat. Quentin controlled the speed perfectly. He didn’t want to cum, not yet. He wanted to go all the way tonight, if that was what Joel wanted. They didn’t have much time, but he’d make that time count.
They stripped off each other’s clothes and fell onto Quentin’s couch, tangling in each other’s arms, mouths fighting for dominance, and they had the requisite sexual health conversation. Both of them were on PrEP, which they received through discreet doctors, and both of them kept meticulous track of their sexual histories. They had no expectation of exclusivity from each other, just open communication, and both admitted that there wasn’t likely to be anyone else. If for no other reason, at least for convenience and privacy. They were both, after all, famous, and neither of them wanted their secrets exposed.
“Fuck, Quentin,” Joel gasped as Quentin sucked on his neck. Joel was splayed beneath him, naked and beautiful. His skin was smooth, flawless, one arm draped off the couch, his cock warm and hard, pressed against Quentin’s stomach.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a week,” Quentin murmured into Joel’s skin. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”
He kissed his way down Joel’s chest. He paused at each of his nipples, sucking them, kissing them, teasing them with his tongue. Joel moaned in pleasure, giving himself up entirely to the experience as Quentin worshipped his body. Quentin was a happy acolyte of Joel’s beautiful body.
He licked a tantalizing line down Joel’s stomach, teased Joel’s dripping cock with his tongue, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He sucked Joel’s balls, kissed the tender skin of his taint, and then pushed his legs up, exposing Joel’s tender hole.
“Nowthat,” Quentin said, “is something I’ve been waiting for.”
He spat on Joel’s hole and then ate Joel’s ass. He ate with abandon and fierce energy, sucking and kissing and biting gently. Joel responded with moans and gasps, cries of “fuck” and “yes” as Quentin devoured his hole. It was sloppy and perfect, and he gasped for air as he sucked two of his fingers and gently slid his index finger inside of Joel.
“Mm, yes,” Joel said, squirming on the couch. He was tight around Quentin’s finger, deliciously and perfectly so.
“You’re going to feel so good around my cock,” Quentin said.
“I’m so tight,” Joel gasped.
“It’s perfect,” Quentin said, and kissed Joel on the mouth. He added more spit to his fingers and gently worked on Joel’s hole, loosening and opening him up. It would be tight, but they were both up for the challenge, and Quentin couldn’t wait to get his cock in there.
He pulled Joel from the couch and led him to the bedroom, where he lay naked on his back. Joel crouched over him, lowering his head over Quentin’s cock, and took Quentin in his mouth again. Joel gave excellent blowjobs, alternately tender and fierce, his tongue and throat and lips working together to bring Quentin to the edge of cumming time and again, and then stopping just enough to make Quentin groan and need more.
Quentin liked how Joel was aware of his own sexual power and not afraid to display it for Quentin. He was performative in the best way, flaunting the firm curves of his ass, the perfect arch of his back, the pink rosebud of his hole. He liked to be tossed around a bit, which was perfect for Quentin, who liked to do a little tossing. He dragged Joel over him and had Joel sit on his face, grinding his ass on him while Quentin ate his hole. He could stay like that forever, he thought, though the only better thing would be his cock inside Joel’s hole.
“You’ve got lube, right?” Joel said.
“Of course.”
“Do you want to use a condom?”
“Up to you.”
“No condom,” Joel said. “Breed me.”
Fuck, Quentin thought. The thought of that was almost enough to make him cum then and there.
He slicked his cock with lube, and Joel settled himself above it, reverse-cowboy style, presenting Quentin with the delicious view of Joel’s gorgeous, tapered back muscles and perfect ass.
Quentin gripped Joel’s hips, his ass, massaging the firm muscles and spreading Joel’s cheeks.
