Jesse backed away toward the bed, pushing down his sweatpants. Bryce went to the blue bag and bent over it. When he straightened, he had a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hand. With a smile, Jesse stripped off the rest of his clothes, then grabbed Bryce at the hip and steered him toward the bed. Between long kisses, Jesse took off Bryce’s clothing until, at last, he was naked. They crawled onto the bed, Jesse working his way between Bryce’s legs. Their cocks brushed against each other, and Jesse groaned. The sound came from someplace low, someplace that felt raw in all the good ways.
Chasing that feeling, he mercilessly kissed Bryce. Bryce opened to his exploration and clung to him, the strip of condoms thwapping and teasing Jesse’s back. When Bryce was breathless, Jesse broke off the kiss and took the condoms from him. He opened one, and rolled it down his length.
Bryce moaned when Jesse smeared lube on his hole, and kept moaning as Jesse fingered him. After he could work two in easily, Jesse spread more lube on Bryce and his cock. The first push in had to be slow, Bryce was tight. Getting in him felt so good. Jesse could feel him, and that alone was bliss. Moving in, sliding deeper and deeper into Bryce, drew Jesse’s focus to his body and to Bryce. Slow, shallow thrusts developed into longer, deeper ones.
Still, he wasn’t far enough. He hooked Bryce’s knees over his arms. They shifted angles, and Jesse plunged into him harder and harder.
“Fuck, yes, babe,” Bryce murmured. He panted as Jesse kept fucking him. With one hand, he held on to Jesse, and the other he wrapped around his own dick. “So good. Keep going.”
A soft litany continued spilling from Bryce’s lips and Jesse raced his words, trying to drive Bryce speechless. The bed rocked under them, the squeak of the mattress a steady beat to Bryce’s voice.
Bryce screwed his eyes shut, mouth falling open in bliss, and he came, spending over both of them. As he did, he clenched around Jesse. Jesse lost track of his rhythm, sliding into instinct. Bucking into Bryce until white blinded him behind his eyelids.
Fuck, was he glad to be alive. Glad to feel. Ecstatic to have Bryce wrapped around him. Jesse moaned again as he finished coming, unwilling to stop the small, lingering need to push into Bryce a little more. But Bryce gasped and it was less about pleasure, and Jesse was getting soft. He gently pulled out—which Bryce pouted over—and settled onto the bed beside him.
Jesse wrapped his arm around Bryce and pulled him into his arms. He nuzzled his neck, pressing little kisses against his sweaty skin.
“We’re filthy,” Bryce said. “You’ve got a used condom on your dick, and come is getting everywhere.”
“Not interested in getting clean.” Jesse brushed his hand down Bryce’s torso, and teased his way toward Bryce’s dick.
Bryce inhaled sharply when Jesse narrowly avoided touching his dick. “I don’t rebound that quickly.”
“We can take it slow.” Jesse kissed him.
Bryce moaned in frustration and broke off the kiss. “All I can smell is smoke.Shower. Then we can see about fucking each other senseless.”
“Fine, fine,” Jesse complained. He groaned as he rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. “But get your ass in here. We’re going to try and make this work for both of us.”
“I will when I can stand.”
Jesse glanced back at Bryce. He lay in the center of the bed. His black hair was tousled, and he was loose, not a bit of tension in him. He’d make a pretty good portrait calledMan, debauched. Jesse shot him a sly grin.
There definitely needed to be a lot more condoms in that blue bag.
