Authors: Jay Northcote
“Enough.” He pulled out, took himself in hand, and rubbed his cock over Duncan’s wet lips a few times before leaning down to claim his mouth for a moment, tasting his own arousal in a messy kiss. He straightened up. “Now, get on the bed and show me your beautiful arse that you want me to fuck.”
“God, Ty,” Duncan blushed as he stood. “I should have known you’d be good at this. You were always such a bossy bottom.”
Tyler chuckled. “You like it, though.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah. I guess that’s why we click.” He hesitated for a moment, looking unsure for the first time since they’d entered the bedroom, but his cock was rock hard and shiny wet at the tip where his foreskin had drawn back.
Part of Tyler wanted to get on his knees and get it into his mouth, but that wasn’t what tonight was about. “Go on.” He patted Duncan’s hip lightly to encourage him. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
Duncan shook his head.
Tyler stood at the foot of the bed and watched as Duncan crawled onto the middle of it on his hands and knees. He was perfect. The broad shoulders, the smooth muscles of his back, the thick, powerful thighs, and that arse… his fucking
glorious
arse with its tight pink hole, and his balls and hard cock hanging beneath. He took Tyler’s breath away. It was almost too much. He closed his eyes and gripped his erection hard, trying to get himself back under control.
“Tyler.” Duncan’s voice snapped Tyler back. There was a vulnerability to his tone, and when Tyler looked up, he met Duncan’s eyes in the mirror. “Come
on
.”
Tyler pushed down his jeans and underwear and kicked them off his feet, then moved to kneel behind Duncan. “Here.” He smoothed his palms over Duncan’s shoulders then down his back to grip his arsecheeks and open him up, just looking for a moment longer before he touched. “God you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe I get to put my dick in you. I can’t wait to fuck you, to get inside you.”
Duncan made a little breathless sound, rocking his hips back impatiently. “Get on with it then.”
Tyler smacked his hip lightly, smiling as Duncan jerked. “Now who’s being a bossy bottom?”
“Fuck you.”
“Not today.”
Duncan huffed, sounding an equal mixture of amused and frustrated.
Tyler finally stopped teasing and leaned down to lick up Duncan’s taint and over his hole. Duncan gasped, and his muscles tightened then gave under Tyler’s tongue. “That’s it, baby,” he said, lips moving against Duncan’s sensitive skin. “Stop fighting me.”
Duncan smelled of soap on the surface, but the spicy musk of his body was there beneath the layers. Tyler breathed it in as he worked Duncan over with his tongue until he was moaning and rocking back on Tyler’s face. The sounds he was making were beautiful. He was too lost in the sensations for any self-consciousness and it was such a fucking turn on. Tyler’s cock ached and leaked, but he ignored it. No way was he going to stroke himself and risk getting too close. He was focused on Duncan’s pleasure; that was all that mattered right now.
“Ty.” Duncan’s voice rose, pleading. “Give me your fingers.”
“Yeah?” Tyler brought a hand up, pressing at the wet skin with a careful fingertip. “You want me inside you?” It slid in easily with just a little pressure, and Duncan let out a deep groan, clenching around it. Tyler chuckled. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
“More.” Duncan rocked back. “I can take more.”
“Not without lube you won’t. I’m not gonna risk hurting you. Hold on.”
Tyler withdrew his finger to reach for the bottle and a condom, then repositioned himself on his knees behind Duncan. The back of Duncan’s neck was flushed red, and a sheen of sweat made his back gleam.
Duncan looked over his shoulder at the sound of the condom wrapper tearing.
“I’m just getting my cock ready for you.” Tyler rolled the rubber down his length. “Don’t want to make you wait for it when you’re ready.”
He took his time slicking his fingers and his cock, then smeared some lube around Duncan’s hole for good measure. Duncan shivered visibly, his arse clenching on nothing.
“Hurry the fuck up, will you?”
Tyler laughed. “It’s a good thing I’m not into the whole BDSM thing, because you’d make a terrible sub.” He wasn’t sure that was true actually—not that Tyler was an expert in the scene—because despite Duncan’s snappy impatience, he was still letting Tyler do what he wanted. Physically he was utterly compliant, not trying to take anything that Tyler wasn’t ready to give. Maybe a Dom would enjoy punishing him for his mouthiness, but Tyler wasn’t into stuff like spanking. He did enjoy being in charge sometimes, though.
He gave Duncan two fingers. He was careful but Duncan took them easily, arching and pushing back onto them till they were as deep as they’d go. Tyler moved them in and out gently, curling and feeling for Duncan’s prostate.
He knew he’d found it when Duncan gasped.
“Good?” Tyler repeated the movement, eliciting a groan of agreement. He kept going, dragging over that spot again and again. On each outward stroke, he spread his fingers a little, stretching Duncan’s rim, working him open.
He could tell from the sounds Duncan was making that he was into this, but he wanted to feel the proof, so he slipped his other hand between Duncan’s thighs, feeling for his cock. Sure enough, he was rock hard and dripping, and when Tyler wrapped his hand around it and jacked him in time with the thrusts of his fingers, Duncan cursed.
“Fuck… fuck, stop!”
Tyler squeezed the base of Duncan’s cock, stilling his other hand for a moment. “That close, huh?”
“Yeah.” Duncan’s ribs were heaving, as though he’d been sprinting, and the muscles in his legs shook. “Fuck me… please. Want your cock.”
Tyler’s erection jerked at the words. “Okay.”
Tyler slid his fingers free and gripped his own cock, lining himself up and deliberately sliding the tip over Duncan’s hole a few times. It was torture for him too, but worth delaying the inevitable gratification to hear Duncan cursing and begging for it.
“You little shit.
Please
, Ty.”
For that, Tyler pushed, just breaching the rim with the head of his cock before pulling out again. He did this a few times, trying not to chuckle as Duncan’s swearing got more creative.
“Jesus… fucking… oh my
God
. Stop pissing about—”
His words cut off abruptly when Tyler let him have it at last, the full length of his cock in one long, steady slide. He controlled it carefully, ready to stop if Duncan asked him. But Duncan breathed through it, his head hanging down and fists clenching the sheets, taking it all.
“
Yeah
.” It was Tyler’s turn to gasp now, gritting his teeth at the grasping heat, the perfect tightness around his cock. “You okay?” He ran his hands over the hot, damp skin of Duncan’s back and gripped his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the tight muscles. They gave a little under his palms, and Duncan raised his head, meeting Tyler’s eyes in the mirror.
He gave a little nod and a grin. “Yeah, I’m good. Fuck me.”
Tyler sighed with relief as he started to move. Coiled tight with tension, he went carefully at first, not wanting to push himself too close to the point of no return.
Duncan didn’t make it easy for him. As soon as Tyler began to fuck him in earnest, he started making desperate sounds with every thrust, pushing back, trying to give as good as he got. Tyler gritted his teeth and fought for control as he pounded his hips, driving his cock deep into Duncan. He was determined to get Duncan off first. He wanted to feel Duncan’s orgasm from the inside, the living, clenching proof of how much he loved Tyler’s cock inside him.
Duncan threw his head back, eyes closed, and the expression on his face was too much. Damn that fucking mirror. How was Tyler supposed to keep himself from coming when he could see Duncan’s face looking like that? Mouth slack, cheeks flushed, he was moaning like a porn star—completely uninhibited, lost in pleasure.
Tyler pushed hard on Duncan’s shoulders, forcing him down onto his forearms. “Yeah, like that. Down on the bed.” Duncan went obediently. He spread his legs wider too, lowering his body, and when he gasped and shuddered, hips grinding in a new rhythm, Tyler knew his cock had made contact with the mattress.
Tyler held him there, a hand on the back of Duncan’s neck as he shifted, changing the angle slightly, aiming experimentally a few times until Duncan cried out and clenched tight around him. “Oh
fuck
. Yeah. Like that.”
“Can you come like this?” Tyler asked, finding that angle again, fucking faster, harder. He thought Duncan could. Tyler could tell he was close.
“I don’t know… I think… probably…
Jesus
.”
Tyler’s question was answered as Duncan’s whole body tensed and shook with it. The deep inner pulse of his climax squeezed Tyler’s cock and dragged him over too, his release tearing through him as he came with a few final, uneven thrusts of his hips before collapsing on top of Duncan.
They lay in a heap, Duncan pressed flat into the mattress by the weight of Tyler’s body, breathing hard.
“Fuck,” Tyler gasped, half laughing. “You okay under there?”
“I think so.” Duncan’s voice was muffled where he lay facedown.
Not wanting to move yet and break their physical connection, Tyler reached up with both hands and found Duncan’s. He laced their fingers together. Duncan grunted and squeezed, seemingly happy to lie there like this for a little while.
Tyler eventually rolled off when he felt his cock start to slip free as it went soft, but Duncan didn’t move. His breathing was slow now, and Tyler wondered if he was falling asleep. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and came back with a couple of damp flannels.
“Turn over, or you’ll wake up glued to the sheets. Plus I still need to feed you.”
Duncan grunted, hesitating for a moment, still hiding his face, and Tyler felt a twinge of anxiety. Had Duncan enjoyed what they’d just done? His body couldn’t lie—he’d clearly got off on it, but was he regretting it now?
Duncan finally rolled to his back and blinked up at Tyler. His cock was limp now, lying on his thigh sticky with his come, and his cheeks were still pink. He smiled, and Tyler was flooded with relief and a rush of fondness that made his voice gruff as he spoke. “Look at the state of you.”
“Yep. It’s all your fault. Not complaining though.”
He made no move to take the flannels, so Tyler cleaned up the mess, wiping Duncan gently and cleaning the come that was stuck in the hair on his stomach. With the second flannel he wiped lower, and Duncan spread his legs and pulled his knees up so Tyler could wipe the excess lube from his crack. Somehow doing this felt more intimate than fucking, and it made something twist in Tyler’s chest.
“Thank you.” Duncan’s eyes were soft and Tyler had to lean down to kiss him then, otherwise he might have blurted out words that were too much for this stage of their relationship, words that he wasn’t ready to share and that Duncan probably wasn’t ready to hear.
Once he’d got himself under control again, he pulled away and whispered different words—but ones that were still true. “That was amazing.
You
were amazing.”
Duncan answered him with another kiss.
Later, they snuggled up under a blanket on Tyler’s couch in their underwear. They ate pizza and then half-watched, half-snogged their way through a James Bond film. Duncan was stretched out on the sofa, and Tyler lay half on top of him, idly twirling his fingers through the hair on Duncan’s chest and breathing in the scent that rolled off his warm body.
“Can we do that again?” Duncan suddenly asked. His voice was light, but he kept his gaze fixed on the TV as though he didn’t want to meet Tyler’s eyes.
Confused for a moment, Tyler hesitated. “You mean… what we did earlier?”
“Yeah. You topping.” Duncan turned to meet his gaze then, frowning a little. “If you like it too? I don’t mean always… I still want to fuck you sometimes. But if you’re up for it—”
“Fuck yes, I’m up for it. Both ways is good for me. It was really hot.”
Duncan smiled, and the tension vanished from his face. “Yeah? You want me like that too?”
“I want you in all the ways.” Tyler answered honestly. “Any way I can have you. It’s good because it’s
you
, not because of how we do it—although we are bloody good at it.”
They grinned at each other.
“Yeah, we are.” Duncan reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from Tyler’s forehead. “And I think it’s good because it’s you too.” Their gazes locked and an understanding passed between them, an understanding that made happiness and excitement swell in Tyler’s chest. Duncan lowered his voice and added, “I wouldn’t have wanted to do that with just anyone. You were worth waiting for.”
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats. Jay comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content.
One day, she decided to try and write a short story—just to see if she could—and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
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