Sunday, 24 July 2011

Never Again

They don't talk about the night they have more than just a friendly hug. It is late, they're in a strip club and Joseph is drunk. And horny. Really, really horny. Turns out Dan is too.

As they leave the club, Joseph is hotly debating whether Dazzling Debby's tits are real or fake – that size, that round , fa-ake – and the next minute Joseph finds himself shoved up against a wall and Dan's tongue down his throat, Debby's dazzlers forgotten in the feel of hard as fuck male pressing him into the bricks. Joseph knows that he should be putting a stop to it, he's engaged for Christ's sake, but he's got a hard-on that could drill rocks and there's a thigh between his legs and all can think about is getting off – like now. The kissing ends up more sharing breath and spit, mouths passing sloppily over each other as all thought rushes south and they're humping and grinding their way to a noisy climax.

Afterwards it's panting against each other's necks and awkward glances and then faking amnesia; God bless alcohol. In the intervening days, Joseph wonders if he should say something then shrugs it off. Dan obviously doesn't want to and fuck knows, Joseph doesn't want to risk jeopardizing his new show. Best let sleeping mutts lie. It's not like it's going to happen again.

They don't talk about the next time either. Tequila, tacos, a stupid bottle and holy fuck, Dan wins the Oscar for sucking Joseph's brains out through his dick. Joseph squints as he tries to focus on Dan's lips wrapped around his cock. Kinda difficult as he isn't sure which Dan he is focusing on. Didn't matter. Both have awesome powers of suction. Isn't going to happen again so he may as well just suck it up and enjoy it.

Next time... they don't talk about it. Well, they talk. In gasps and whispers. Just not afterwards because, you know, last time and all.

Difficult to blame the next time on alcohol seeing as it's three o'clock in the afternoon between takes and Joseph's laying on Dan's mini sofa with his hand wrapped around Dan's dick. Warm content, and almost there, nearly, yes, I've got you as Dan's back arches and come spills out over Joseph's hand.

Only Joseph's a good man, a good fiancĂ© and he's feeling guilty as sin for cheating on his girlfriend. So he talks – to her. She listens to his rambling painful confession and she says very little except if it has to happen to make sure he uses condoms. He stares at her wondering if he's hearing right and she shrugs and he wonders how many drunken nights he doesn't know about. He could really do with being drunk right about now.

They cool it, the two boys. Stop drinking around each other. No more excuses. The last time is just that. Dan gets a social life and Joseph wraps himself in his engagement. Watches Dan get off with other men, watches their hands roam over that pale skin, taut, lean muscles and says nothing because what can he say?

Dan says nothing when Joseph drapes himself over Dan's shoulders, getting between him and his latest man. The guy, Nick, Rick or something similar takes a look at Joseph's body language, the possessive hand on Dan's back and the look in his eyes; my boy – want to make something of it? Nick, Rick or something similar backs off and Dan says nothing to Joseph at all in the taxi home.

Only the next day, Joseph is limping from the ass-reaming he received the previous night. No lube, just spit and sweat, bruises dug into his hips, and a pounding he won't forget in a hurry. Apparently actions speak louder than words.

Last times, they turn into one more and another one. When Dan stresses over the storyline, when Joseph's frustrations boil over, when they just need a fuck. Never a next time is never enough and Joseph gives up pretending he's not addicted to the taste and feel of Dan in his arms. But just for once he wishes they would goddamn talk about it.

Monday, 4 July 2011

Flashfic #1 Wallsex

We hurry round the corner and I'm slamming you against the wall so hard it must have hurt like a bitch, then we're kissing; deep, bruising kisses designed to excite and hurt as we grind against each other. We need to fuck. Sod being caught. Too many clothes. Shirts torn, t-shirts ripped to shreds. I shove my knee between your legs with such force you grunt into my mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? I grab your hands, holding them high above your head, my thigh against your erection, pressure harder, needing more than this. You can't move; held in place by my hands and my body pushing you into the wall. 

This isn't nearly enough. One hand keeps you pinned whilst the other scrabbles for your flies. I'm shoving your trousers and boxers down, no care taken, your cock slamming back against your stomach as it is freed. I drop to my knees, my mouth enclosing the head in hot, wet need. You clutch at my hair, tugging painfully. I don't care, you don't notice. Your whole attention is focused on the pleasure my mouth is giving you. I pull back, grazing you with my teeth. I can hear you trying to suppress your groans and grin around your cock. We are in a public place, after all. In a minute you're going to be screaming.

My tongue flicks the tip of your cock, exploring the slit and tasting your salt. I lick round the head, pulling back the foreskin, nipping and licking until you are begging me to finish. I know you are close to coming. I know every reaction, every muscle in your body. I work my hand between your legs, cupping your balls. One fingers slides further, finding you, pressing, wanting to be in you. I can feel you tensing; wanting to come but distracted by my fingers. I smile round your cock then suck hard, the movement making you shoot, flooding my mouth with your come. I gag slightly then swallow, still sucking as I feel you shudder and spasm. 

My arousal is so hard it is painful. I get to my feet, wanting just to turn you round and ram my cock into your arse. You know it. I can see the smug look on your face, one eyebrow raised in challenge. Ok then. Unceremoniously, I grab your hips and swing you round, pulling your arse towards me. I shove down my own clothes, exposing my cock. Lube, somewhere I've got lube. You bastard, you're holding it out to me. I slick it over my cock and over my fingers. I part your cheeks and pressing gently, one finger slips inside, then another. You are whimpering slightly at the burn, then biting your hand to stop yelling as I crook my fingers. All I can hear is you telling me to fuck you and then I can't wait any more. My cock enters you and I'm thrusting so fiercely you are being slammed harder and harder into the wall but you don't seem to care, just urging me on until I can't hold back. I come so hard my mind explodes and I'm screaming out your name. 

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