Cal gave him a dubious look but then turned and did as he was told. He liftedboth arms to head height and gripped the arm-thick bar of wood. His fingers slotted into the carved grooves and the long straps of muscle in his back tensed visibly under the skin as he leaned forward. His ass was Irish pale and tight, all hard muscle and unmarked skin. It was Joe’s turn to nearly trip over his own feet.
It was still an awful idea, but he didn’t think he’d regret it.
Condomswere stashed in the bedside drawer, along with lube. Joe pulled one out and fumbled the rubber out to roll down the length of his cock. The tight rubber and pressure of his fingers as he smoothed it down his shaft made the heavy ache of arousal flutter in the pit of his stomach. He stroked himself again, tip to root, and then looked up. Cal had twisted around to watch Joe over his shoulder.
“Didn’t trust me?” Joe asked as he walked back over. He kicked Cal’s trousers out of the way before he tripped over them again. “I’m hurt.”
Cal snorted.
“You’re a pretty fucker,” he said. “I like watching you move, that’s all.”
The casual compliment, nearly more backhand than offhand, caught Joe off guard. He felt heat crawl under his skin and tried to ignore it.
“Yeah, well, I don’t look asgood as you in a tie.” He smeared lube on his hand and ran his fingers across the hard curve of Cal’s ass. It was wet and shiny against white skin. “You ready?”
“Since about nine o’clock,” Cal rasped.
Joe pushed his hand between Cal’s cheeks and rubbed his finger over and around the puckered hole. It tightened under his finger and then loosened again so he could slide his finger in. Long, slowstrokes worked Cal slippery and open until he growled under his breath and pushed his ass back against Joe’s hand.
There. Joe’s fingers were deep enough inside that he grazed the smooth nodule of Cal’s prostate. The brief touch made Cal twitch and rasp out a ragged breath. So Joe did it again, harder this time. Cal swore, a breathless, trailed-off “fuck,” as the nerve-rich bundle reacted to therough stroke.
“You want me to fuck you?” Joe asked as he leaned forward to nuzzle the skin under Cal’s ear. He smelled of sweat and a splash of sharp, musky cologne. His cock pressed against Cal’s hip and his balls were heavy and tight with hunger, but he wanted to hear Cal say it. He stroked his fingers into Cal and pressed his finger down on the tight node of nerves again. “Well?”
“Fuck,”Cal muttered. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against the wooden post. “Yes. Jesus, Bailey, please. Fuck me.”
Joe kissed the hinge of Cal’s jaw and shifted back. He slid his hand free of Cal’s ass and pulled his cheeks apart. The wet slick of his ass was open and eager, and Joe pressed the head of his cock against it. The tight pressure of Cal’s ass squeezed at his cock like an eager handas he slowly pushed inside Cal.
He felt the hot flare of satisfaction that he had what he wanted, and then it was lost in the sticky hunger for more.
Joe rubbed his hand up Cal’s back, along the tight patterns of muscle, and gripped the heavy bulk of his shoulder. Slow, short thrusts spread Cal’s ass around his cock until he was buried inside him. He leaned forward and kissed his way along Cal’sshoulder blade, sweat sharp and heady against his tongue.
“Would you have done this with your date?” he asked against skin.
“Naw,” Cal said after a second. “He definitely wanted fucked.”
Joe rocked his hips against Cal in slow, hard thrusts. His muscles clenched tighter with each stroke and twisted around the hot core of pleasure. He reached over Cal’s hip and wrapped his fingers around hiscock. Each time he thrust into Cal, he stroked back on the hard, curved jut of his cock. The skin was thin and velvety under his fingers, wet with lube and come. He could feel the pulse of it against his fingers as he squeezed tighter at the base.
“He has no idea what he’s missing,” Joe said. “Your ass feels like it was tailored to my cock.”
Cal snorted. “You could have said tight, mate.”
Joe dug his fingers into Cal’s shoulder and thrust roughly into him, hard enough to jolt him against the support of the bedpost. It creaked, and Cal tightened his fingers around it as he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Tight,” Joe said. “So fucking tight.”
He shoved into him again with hard, eager thrusts in time with the rough strokes of his hand around Cal’s cock. Sweat slicked their bodies, eachthrust noisy as wet thighs slapped against a sweat-and-lube-glazed ass.
Under him Cal swore and pushed against each thrust, his cock tight and swollen under Joe’s fingers. He came first, come hot as it dripped between Joe’s fingers and onto the floor, and he staggered for a second as his legs trembled under him.
Joe pulled out, the sudden absence of hot pressure around his cock an ache, andtumbled both of them onto the bed. He sprawled out on top of Cal, stripped off the condom, and thrust against the flat, hair-rough plane of his stomach. Cal cupped the back of his neck and kissed him, his soft lips almost tender against Joe’s mouth.
Joe twisted the—by now ruined—tie around his fist and pulled him into something rougher. He wanted sore and bitten lips, for the track marks of tonightto still be visible in the morning. Cal obliged him, his hand rough on the back of Joe’s neck as he bruised hard kisses into his mouth and down his throat.
The clenched muscles finally gave, and Joe came against Cal’s stomach. Come smeared between their bodies, against their skin, as he lay on top of Cal’s long, sweaty body. He panted raggedly against the crease of Cal’s throat. His raw lipsstung as sweat coated them, a reminder he probably wouldn’t think bruises such a good idea come morning.
Cal stroked a rough hand up his back, his fingers gentle against the long line of Joe’s spine.
“So,” he growled in Joe’s ear. “About that satisfaction survey?”
