Page 74 of At The End Of The Day

He nodded stiffly.

“You started this, remember that. I wanted to walk away, but you started this. You grabbed my neck and wanted my mouth on that dick, didn’t you?” When he refused to answer, I got right against his cheek, my teeth touching his skin. “Didn’t you,” I seethed, staring into his eye.

“Yes,” he whispered, still thrusting even though I’d stopped moving.

I shoved my hips against his and pinned him to the wall. “But you ain’t gay,” I muttered once more, my tone carrying a bitter inflection.

“But I fucking want you so goddamn bad, Vinny,” he breathed, curling his arms around my waist so tight, it grated my broken ribs.

My heart sank and then lurched to my throat, the rush of adrenaline causing my head to spin. “You want me, Dario?”

He simply nodded.

Irritated, I slammed my fist into the wall just beside his ear and shouted, “Say the fucking words, goddammit. Tell me what you want.”

“I-I-I…I…”

Shaking my head, disgusted and disappointed, I started to pull away. “This ain’t what you want, man.”

Frantic, eyes bulging, he grabbed my nape, his fingers biting into my flesh. “I fucking want you, Vinny. Christ, I want you so bad. Like no one I ever met before. Please,” he croaked, fear flickering in his eyes. He gulped and shuddered, his fingers fisting the hair just above my neck. “Fuck…me.”

He wanted me, but he didn’t want to want me, that was more than clear in his stare and his voice. Still, we were both far too close to back off now, so I gave in, slammed my mouth over his for a dominating kiss, and began thrusting our cocks together like I really was fucking his ass.

Dash threw his head back, banging it to the wall. “Oh, fuck fuck, fuck yes.”

Slowing down to grind roughly, a long, sultry moan shook his chest. My lips traveled across his jaw line, down over his throat, and then back up, my tongue dragging along his Adam’s apple shaking with more groans. Our mouths opened together, I glared into his awe filled, glossy stare.

“I’m about to cum all over you, Dario. You want that? You want a man’s nut all over you?”

“Yes,” he panted, his hold back on my hips. “I’m cumming, Vinny.”

My teeth gritted, my upper lip twitching, I gave a few more hard thrusts and then growled, a tremor rolling down my spine as I erupted, cum spurting over our stomachs. His eyes rolled to whites and he choked on a breath, breaking right behind me. Leaning into him, our stomachs smashed, I rocked, smearing our jizz across our skin.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he said, a small smile curling the sides of his mouth. “Fuck, yeah.”

Panting, the high fading, I finally realized the ringing in my ears wasn’t from the orgasm; it was my phone. Cursing, I shoved off the wall and stepped out of the stall, letting Dash slump to the shower chair I’d purchased to help him bathe. His shoulders sagging against the tiles, his chin bowed, the heels of his palms pressing into his eyes. Casting a quick glimpse over my shoulder, I snickered proudly at his limp dick hanging low between his spread thighs, one of his bandages stained with cum.

Feeling rather arrogant, I snatched my phone and answered without looking. “Yeah?”

“What the fuck you mean, you’re busy?”

Ice hit my system and sank my stomach. Dash’s palms slapped to his thighs, his focus leering down the length of his nose at me. His cock twitched and started to get hard again, so he fisted it, pumping to encourage the erection.

“Vinny.”

I cringed with shame. There was a naked man in my shower, his cum on my skin, and he wanted more, and Billy was yelling in my ear, devastated that I was standing him up. I was a disgrace.

My shoulders curling to my ears, I shrunk inwardly and pivoted on my heels, abruptly leaving the bathroom. Clearing my throat, I paced my bedroom, my wet, bare feet clapping to the hardwood floors.

“Uh, h-hey, Billy.”

“What’s going on, Vinny? Huh? We never get time like this. This is three whole days, baby. What the fuck you mean, you can’t make it? We won’t get this chance again for a long time.”

An arm folded over my chest, cringing at the wet bandages. Propping my elbow on top, my fingers anxiously tapped my sides, my weight leaning to one leg. “Um, ahem. I just…I got a lot going on right now, Billy.”

“Too much to come see me?” he asked with a somber, chilling tone.

My shoulders drawn to my ears, I stared at the floor, visually tracing the water droplets. “Uh, well, some things are different now.”