Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs - 1. Meet The Boys

Full summary:

Jared, Mike, and Adrian are like brothers from different mothers, and, like all siblings, whether by genes or chance, they like different things.

Jared wants a relationship, preferably one that lasts beyond a one-night-stand, Mike hides his vulnerable self under the pretense that he is into a niche fetish, and Adrian just likes to have fun.

In their quest to find the particular things that they believe would make them happy, they hook up, meet lovers, strike new friendships, and learn the taste of love and betrayal.

Whether they find what they’re looking for or not, is all a matter of perspective. Or, in other words, as that adage goes, be careful what you wish for.

Chapter One – Meet The Boys

Jared pressed his index fingers against his temples and stared dejectedly at the non-alcoholic drink in front of him.

“Are all your ships sinking right now or something?” A heavy hand landed on his back, making him wince and straighten up.

“How come you’re not already hooked up?” Jared questioned Adrian, his longtime friend.

Adrian shrugged and took a seat next to him on a high stool.

“I have yet to see something I like,” he said, grabbing a handful of peanuts and throwing them into his mouth with perfect skill.

At six point two, with the body of a Greek god, and the face of a sinner, Adrian never lacked bed partners. The guy knew his longish black hair and olive complexion were putting him in the same category with celebs on the dance floor and not only, and he took advantage of that, whenever and wherever he could. Also, as many times he could.

Jared eyed the way Adrian’s tank top stretched over perfect pecs and sighed. He wasn’t exactly a twink, but there was no way he was in Adrian’s league. Also, he was still not over his rock phase, so he was still keeping his brown hair too long, which might not have drawn as many prospective partners as he wanted. Everyone wanted a picture-perfect partner, with perfect abs, perfect pecs, perfect haircut, perfect everything. Jared had a bit of a thing for flawed things, or so he wanted to flatter himself.

Not that Jared liked sleeping around. He wanted to go steady with some dude, at least for a while. Well, his problem was probably that he kept frequenting the same places as Adrian, who was the king of hookups. There was no way he would find the love of his life in a place like that.

He almost missed Mike, his other best friend, taking a seat by his right. At least the redhead was in as much a foul mood as he was. Mike, just like Jared, was searching for something. Not the same thing, mind you, but still, he was as unsuccessful as the more unfortunate of his two friends.

Mike was, unlike Jared, the perfect twink. Also, he was insecure about his looks, and that made him cute. Jared had pointed that out on more than one occasion. Adrian had been a bit blunt, touching Mike’s butt, and telling him he had a perfect ass and he would likely tap it.

Of course, right after that, Mike had pushed Adrian playfully aside and told him that he wasn’t into incest. That because the three of them were like brothers from different mothers, no matter how different they were, at first glance.

“So, no alpha top in the mood to get screwed by a cute twink?” Adrian asked Mike over Jared’s head, giving voice to what both of them were thinking.

Mike pouted and leaned over the bar to draw the bartender’s attention. “What can I tell you, man?” he complained after, finally, the bartender took his order. “That’s what I get from being into such a narrow niche fetish.”

“Maybe you don’t have the right approach.” Adrian grinned. “Thought about Grindr?”

Mike made a face. “C’mon, man, do I look like I need some dating app to get laid?”

Adrian seemed to examine Mike for a while. “Yeah.” He nodded, and Mike stood up so that he could punch Adrian’s shoulder without hitting Jared in the process.

“Can the two of you act more like your age, for fuck’s sake?” Jared protested as the stool shook under his ass, due to what soon degenerated into an exchange of punches between his two best friends.

“Oh, sorry, grandpa, is past your bedtime or something?” Adrian joked. “Seriously, by your sour face, people would think you’re ninety-three or something.”

Jared pouted. “I’m younger than you.”

“By three months,” Adrian replied.

“You’re already twenty-five, Adrian.” Mike snickered. “Ancient. Ah, is that why you don’t seem to score that easily lately?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Adrian pretended to be upset over the friendly jab. “It’s just that I’m picky, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure.” Mike nodded like he didn’t mean it. “At least Jared and I are owning up to our failures. C’mon, old man, admit it. You lost your shine to this young crowd.”

“You and Jared want the impossible,” Adrian said as he linked he fingers and placed his chin on them, elbows set on the shiny counter.

“Really?” Mike glared.

“Seriously?” Jared exclaimed, almost at the same time.

“Yeah,” Adrian continued, sure of his opinion. “Jared, stop thinking about getting some house in the suburbs and settling down with a husband and two kids from two different surrogate moms. Gay guys still in their twenties don’t do that. Seriously, you’re making me wonder if you’re not some crazy result of plastic surgery and you’re actually eighty.”

“We’ve been in kindergarten together, fucker,” Jared said, amused by his friend’s assumptions. “And I don’t want a house and kids, what the fuck? I want a relationship.”

“And?” Adrian shrugged. “You can have a relationship. Only that it might last between the time you say ‘hello’ to the guy and ‘bye’ after a crazy one night stand.”

“Ugh.” Jared rolled his eyes and pushed his hair back. “You’re clearly not the right guy to go to for relationship advice. I want at least a three-week relationship. Or three days! Is really that much to ask?” He opened his arms and looked at the ceiling, only to be met by stroboscope lights.

“What can I tell you, man?” Adrian stretched and yawned. “Everything happens fast in this day and age. We have fast food, fast news, speed dating --”

“Speed dating?” Mike intervened. “Have you ever been to one of those?”

Adrian stared at his friend as if he had trouble understanding the question. “Of course I haven’t, what the hell? When you look like me, you don’t go to speed dating.” He pointed at his body as if it was unfathomable how anyone could ignore it and assume such things about him.

“Well, not everyone’s lucky like you, Mr. I-Top-Everything-From-Top-To-Bottom,” Mike said with a grimace.

Adrian smiled at the compliment. Jared was sure that if he rolled his eyes each time Adrian was smug about himself, he risked developing some eye condition. But Adrian did have a reputation of being an uncompromising top, and that, of course, had triggered many conversations around the subject. Adrian even liked topping other guys pretending to be as incorrigible as him. And he had many notches on his belt to prove his prowess on the matter.

“Hey,” Mike exclaimed. “I know! You could lure one of those alphas for me, convince him to bottom, and then switch with me! Then I’ll manage the impossible!”

“Sorry, man, I don’t do charity work.” Adrian flashed his signature smile at his friend. “Ah, sorry, gentlemen, it looks like the perfect candidate for the position had just entered the door.”

“The position?” Mike questioned.

Jared needed to promise to himself that it was the last time he rolled his eyes at Adrian’s expense. “The ‘blowjob provider’ position,” he explained, and Mike, as expected, made a sour face.

“How that must feel,” Mike said regretfully while watching Adrian sauntering away. “Being able to nail anyone you want.”

Jared sighed, too. “I wish I were as uncomplicated as Adrian,” he said, mirroring Mike’s dejected tone. “Maybe I should.” He pondered for a second and then reconsidered. “Nah, I’d better not.”

“So, what do you want to do?” Mike questioned.

“Probably not waste my Friday night like this,” Jared said with conviction. “I know I said that I’d be the designated driver, but do you think you and Adrian could catch a cab or something?”

Mike nodded and patted his shoulder. “No problem, man. I’ll tell Adrian you went home. But really, do you want to go home and sleep?”

Jared shrugged and pushed away the non-alcoholic drink he hadn’t touched. “I should maybe consider some honorable dating app,” he said with a forced smile.

“Honorable?” Mike snorted. “If you find such a thing, let me know.”

Jared smiled. “Have you tried forums and stuff? You know, for your particular fetish?”

Mike shivered as if attacked by a cold. “I’d rather not end up on the next day’s six o’clock news. Me and dumpsters used for hiding corpses don’t agree.”

Jared laughed. Mike secretly wanted to go the old fashion way about his conquests. That might have explained his lack of success in the age of technology. One didn’t just meet the man of his dreams by walking down the street and buying bread, or doing something mundane like that.

He bid goodbye to Mike and headed for the door. He didn’t need to look for Adrian with his eyes. He was probably already with his ‘blowjob provider’ right now, and having the time of his life.

***

Adrian knew a confused guy when he saw one. And he was the best prescription and treatment for curing confusion. The newcomer looked like a jock and was throwing nervous looks around. All right, the prey was to approach with care, but Adrian wasn’t one to waste an opportunity when he saw one.

The jock had sweet pouty lips, from what he could glean from his vantage point. A flight of stairs was the only thing between him and the current object of his interest.

For the love of all that was holy, he couldn’t get Jared and his idea of being in a relationship. All summer, the city was a real fuckfest, an all-you-can-eat-buffet for a guy with an appetite like his. And with his looks, it was no problem for him to devour everyone in his path.

Adrian knew his friends were teasing him. There was no one to work as hard as him at the gym to look the way he looked. The jock threw a look up from the foot of the stairs, and their eyes met for a second.

That was enough. Adrian smiled. The newcomer was skittish as a young colt, but he had gathered enough courage to enter a gay club. From this point onward, it would be easy. And Adrian was happy to offer him a proper introduction to the delights of an alternative lifestyle.

His eyes trained on his target, he failed to notice someone climbing at the same time he wanted to descend, and his shoulder connected hard with the solid mass of another person.

“Watch it,” he growled, without looking at whoever crashed into him.

A firm hand was soon on his bicep, keeping him in place. Annoyed, Adrian stopped to look who the fuck dared to do that.

“Hey,” he tried to break his arm free, but the other steadied his grip even more.

His eyes clashed with a pair of eyes dark like a mountain forest, in the club’s lights. So the fucker was as tall as him if they could stare at one another like that. His curiosity piqued, Adrian examined the other.

Hmm, everything about this one spelled like he didn’t belong there. Starting with his clothes. Clearly, designer signed, but a suit, even if casual, was not exactly the type of getup ideal for a gay club populated night after night by guys in their twenties.

Adrian took in the wavy light brown hair, artistically arranged by a practiced stylist’s hand, the regular, yet a tad harsh features. Perfect cheekbones balanced the angular face, and the thin lips were arched in a snarl.

The fucker was attractive. But way too aristocratic for Adrian’s taste. Lean, yet strong, if he could tell by how firm the guy was keeping him in place with just one hand. He answered with a snarl of his own. For long seconds, the two adversaries measured each other.

“I believe you owe me an apology,” the man said, and the way he enunciated every word confirmed Adrian’s suspicions once more.

He was a bit too far from home.

“An apology? Seriously?” Adrian snorted, still annoyed that he could not shake off the grip, without getting really forceful.

The long fingers continued to dig into his arm.

“Yes. Let me help you. You start by saying ‘I’m sorry’ and then you continue by admitting to what you just did.”

Adrian could not believe his eyes, nor his ears. Also, as the other spoke, he leaned into Adrian, making the words a whisper.

What the hell? He could smell expensive cologne. That meant they were way too close. Who did the fucker think he was? Royalty? He did look the part; Adrian had to give it to him. But otherwise, he was way out of line. Plus, why the hell was his pulse quickening?

Because he was pissed off. There was no other explanation.

“In your dreams.” He hissed, and this time, he pushed the other away, without caring that he might send the idiot flying on his ass.

The stranger stood his ground, but he loosened his grip on Adrian’s arm, and his hand eventually slid away. Adrian took a look around, but the jock was nowhere to be found now. He huffed in annoyance. “You,” he stuck one finger in the stranger’s face, “owe me a blowjob.”

The thin lips pursed in displeasure. “You certainly have the manners of an ape,” he commented, and this time, turned on his heels to walk away.

Adrian had a mind to go after him and find out what the hell he meant by that. But deciding that the guy was not worth the trouble, he began searching for the jock from earlier with his eyes. He went to the dance floor, scouting.

“Hey,” a shaky voice came from one side.

Adrian had every reason to smile with satisfaction, seeing the confused jock approaching him.

“I saw you looking at me earlier,” the guy said.

Ah, wasn’t he sweet? Adrian thought. “You look a little lost.” He threw one arm over the other’s shoulders and pulled him close.

The jock didn’t protest, nor did he make any sign that he didn’t like being treated with such familiarity by a stranger. Seldom was Adrian wrong about this type. He was looking for it, and that ‘it’ was precisely what Adrian would give to him.

“I believe you need someone to show you a good time,” Adrian continued, guiding his partner toward the bar, back up the stairs.

***

Jared walked over to his car, lost in thought. Going early to bed on a Saturday night sucked big time, but what sucked much more was to go alone to bed. Maybe Adrian was right, after all. He was trying too hard, and maybe that was why he couldn’t get a boyfriend. Perhaps he needed to let such things happen. After all, the more he tried, the more he seemed to fail.

“Hey,” someone from behind called.

Jared turned to see a man in a slim-fitting jacket and dress pants watching him intently. In the streetlight, he looked like someone in his late thirties, handsome and well dressed. His stature was not particularly impressive, but he had a presence, Jared could tell, by the way he was carrying himself. Probably, he worked some top management position. His friends often teased him over his Sherlock Holmes deductions but were also impressed with how right he was more often than not.

“Um, hi,” Jared replied, unsure what the stranger wanted.

There were people outside the club at that hour, laughing and talking loudly, but suddenly Jared felt like he and the stranger were the only ones there. The man moved and extended his arm. “I’m Chris. I thought I missed my chance.”

“Um, chance?”

It wasn’t like him to be a parakeet, Jared thought, but his throat became dry as Chris took his hand and shook it firmly. Chris’s hand was smooth and pleasant, and it was also warm and steady. Instantly, Jared felt a pull toward him. He shook his head.

“I saw you inside the club, and I was trying to gather some courage to come to talk to you, but then you disappeared.”

“Ah,” Jared replied, realizing, with some latency that he probably made the wrong impression by acting like he was dim-witted.

Chris laughed, and even the way he did that had something lazy in it, the quality of a feline, and Jared shook his head again. He had always known he liked men, but this instant attraction was strange.

“I’m sorry for calling after you like this. Are you leaving already? I was hoping I could dance with you, at least once.”

“Well, there wasn’t much for me to do there, I mean inside the club,” Jared said, finally finding his words and the ability to talk.

“May I offer you a drink? Not here, but somewhere else?” Chris asked.

“I’m driving ...” Jared swallowed his words. A good-looking guy, not that he could see Chris clearly, but that was his impression, was asking him for a drink. “How about we have that drink at my place?”

He needed to stop talking. What was wrong with him? How could he propose that? But it was what guys did, right? Guys like Adrian, who didn’t wait for Mr. Right when they could have plenty of Mr. Right Nows.

Chris appeared a bit taken aback by that sudden offer.

“Sorry. Really,” Jared said. “I thought you wanted to hook up and --”

“Okay. I would love that,” Chris stopped the avalanche of stupid words threatening to pour out of his mouth.

Love what? Hook up? Have a drink at Jared’s place? Should he worry about acting out on an impulse?

“I would like to know your name first,” Chris said.

“Jared,” he said quietly.

“Jared, I’m pleased to meet you. And since I can sense apprehension from your part, I’m not known for dropping my partners’ corpses in dumpsters. It makes for a bad way to start mornings. Sorry, it was a lame joke. I heard you talking to your friend earlier.”

Jared started laughing. “For the record, that’s Mike who’s worried about that. This area is not known for high crime. But he wants a reason to justify not going for what he wants directly.”

Like you? A little voice whispered in his mind.

Chris came closer, invading his space, but Jared didn’t step back. From up close, Chris’s face came into focus better. Jared stared appreciatively at the strong jawline and took in the thick dark furrowed eyebrows. “I’m going to be honest with you here, Jared. I want that drink at your place. Also, to hook up, too.”

The last words were whispered and somewhere to the side, floating to his ear. Jared inhaled the smell of expensive cologne and decided he would do something stupid tonight, after all. Adrian wasn’t always wrong. If it was with this man, Jared wanted to hook up, too.

***

Mike stretched his arms on the bar and let his head drop. Jared had gone home. Adrian was somewhere, getting his dick sucked and doing other Adrian-like things. And he was sitting there, not even masturbating, he remembered that stupid meme. How did one go to a muscular alpha dude and suggest him to bend over and take it up the ass?

Jared would say he was superficial. Adrian would tell him to just do it. But Mike was afraid to admit that he thought himself too bad-looking to score with anyone, let alone the man of his fantasies. He was lanky, hairless, and the shock of curly red hair on his head probably put off most people.

Twinks had it tough, he admitted inwardly. And he was superficial. It was just that there wasn’t even enough porn to satisfy his curiosity and appetite for twink on alpha top fetish. Even as a twink, he wasn’t much to look at, Mike was sure. It was enough for a guy to approach him, and he started shaking in his boots.

He was too strung. He had little experience. And he was hiding behind a stupid fetish just so he didn’t admit that he had a hard time scoring, period, regardless of how prospective partners looked like and what position in bed they preferred.

“Hey, man,” the bartender called.

Mike pushed himself up. “I know, I know, I’m scaring customers.”

“Don’t worry about that,” the bartender said and flashed a cute smile at him.

Mike felt suddenly very invigorated. The bartender was as much a twink as he was, only prettier. He wore his black, probably dyed, hair over one eye, emo style.

“I’m finishing my shift, and someone will take over soon. Would you like to come to a party with me?”

“What kind of party?” Mike slapped himself mentally. He was thankful for a party. A party was a place where someone like him had better chances to score, at least compared to a club where dozens of attractive men in their twenties flexed their pecs and biceps on the dance floor.

“I think you will like it,” the bartender said enigmatically. “I’m Jimmy, by the way.”

“Mike,” he offered.

“Here’s a little something to keep you busy until I finish here.” Jimmy pushed a red drink toward him. “It’s sweet as you and on the house.”

Sweet like him? Mike felt like melting. He sucked through the straw, as he mumbled some thanks that Jimmy could not have heard since he was already serving other customers.

Mike looked longingly at Jimmy. He seemed nice. And also, he seemed to like him, which was quite a big thing. Mike would never have admitted to Jared and Adrian to how afraid he was no one would like him. It was just easier to say he had a fetish, and no one cared to apply for satisfying his particular desire.

Both his friends were well-intended. It had been enough to complain a little, and Jared had showered him with compliments about how cute he was. Adrian had touched his ass and told him he was game if he was. Mike had had to decline not so politely; Adrian scared him a little, even if he couldn’t admit it. He was the embodiment of sex appeal, and the ease with which he fucked and forgot was legendary. Mike didn’t want to have a taste of that. His friends were off-limits because he couldn’t even fathom what that would do to his fragile self-esteem. Also, they were like brothers. Adrian had just shrugged like it was no big deal. Mike had been relieved; just the idea of having to fight off Adrian’s advances was enough to make him shiver. Even to his friends, he couldn’t admit he was so pathetic that he would accept a pity fuck as better than nothing.

The red drink was giving him a nice buzz.

“Are you ready?” Jimmy asked, stopping in front of him again.

Mike nodded.

“Meet me in front in five. Ugh, I can barely wait to get out of here.”

***

Jared could hardly hide his nervousness. His hands were sweaty against the wheel. It was true that he hadn’t hooked up in a while, but that wasn’t a reason to get like that. Chris’s hand touching his knee made him startle.

“Oh, sorry,” Chris said and removed his hand. “The driver shouldn’t be disturbed, right?”

Jared just nodded. What was wrong with him? He found Chris amazingly attractive, and they hadn’t even looked at one another properly. Maybe Chris wasn’t that amazing, and he just imagined things. And it was just a hookup, nothing more.

Chris was silent, and Jared didn’t feel like striking a conversation. But wasn’t it odd? As far as he remembered, guys hooking up tended to be chatty until they gathered their clothes and left in a hurry, inventing places to go and people to see.

This felt serious, for some reason. Jared had no idea why. Maybe Chris didn’t look like the regular type to hook up. His clothes had a nice cut, and he had an austere look on his face, like a professor.

So he suddenly wasn’t some hotshot CEO type? Jared chided himself internally. There was something about Chris that unnerved him and excited him at the same time. The last time Jared had felt that had been in eleventh grade when Andrew Thibault had changed next to him in the locker room and given him a first view of what a prime cut man meat meant from up close.

Jared could still remember the smell of the body wash his classmate used. Well, otherwise, the guy was a douchebag, but Jared still cherished that memory. It was one thing to look at porn or at himself and another to have the real deal flaunted casually in front of him.

Was Chris some real deal? Jared risked a look from the corner of his eye, and an intense gaze met his stare. He cleared his throat and focused on driving. It was safer that way.

***

“So, how come you were alone tonight? No boyfriend?” Jimmy asked as they walked side by side.

The party, Jimmy had told him, wasn’t far from there.

“No,” Mike admitted. “You?” he risked asking the question that has been on his mind since he had left the club.

“I have one,” Jimmy said and laughed.

“Oh. How is he like?” Mike tried to hide his disappointment.

“He’s nice,” Jimmy replied. “I’ll introduce you to him. I bet you’ll like him.”

That was a bit of a strange thing to say, wasn’t it? Mike wondered for a moment.

“We’re here,” Jimmy said as they stopped in front of a house. There were guys outside the building, and music and laughter poured into the street from inside.

It was one of those old-style houses that probably cost a fortune. Mike didn’t stop to ask Jimmy how come he had such affluent friends. The guy throwing the party had to come from old money. Or new. It didn’t matter.

“I’ll go search for Gino,” Jimmy said and scurried away, losing himself in the flurry of party attendants before Mike could ask him not to leave him alone.

With nothing else to do, Mike decided to look around, hoping he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. A couple of minutes later, he could feel his jaw dropping. Was his imagination playing tricks on him, or there were only hairy muscled men and twinks at that party?

It was - sort of - his version of paradise, and now, he couldn’t stop gawking.

“How are you, birdie?” A rough voice called from his left.

Mike startled but then reconsidered. Birdie? He wanted to laugh, but one look at the guy who said that was enough to make him bite his tongue. Everything he had ever described Jared and Adrian as his fantasy man was by his side. He wasn’t very tall, but he had bulk, like really nice bulk. The low cut t-shirt showed off his chest, and Mike stared openly at the back curly hair.

“Just got here,” he said, without tearing his eyes away.

“Are you looking for something?”

Mike needed to stop staring at the guy’s chest. The fact that some pretty nice nipples poked through the thin fabric of the t-shirt wasn’t helping. He needed to look away, or he risked pissing the guy off. Probably that was why women with generous cleavages got annoyed with men staring at their boobs. It was tacky, objectifying –

“My eyes are up here,” the guy said.

Mike looked up, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. He was met by a friendly smile and one-day stubble that made the guy look rough and sexy. Mike was sure his knees were melted butter.

“Come with me.”

Mike just nodded as if he were in a trance. His hand was clammy in the other’s rougher one, but he didn’t even dare to breathe. Were his intentions that transparent? He was so fucked. Oh, he would get fucked, like all twinks did, and seeing how he usually didn’t –

His mind was going places. He needed to make it stop. Soon, he was pushed through a door, and then plastered against the wall, as hungry lips took his. Mike’s eyes fluttered. This was so good, so, so good. It was happening incredibly fast, but it was so good that his head was spinning, and except for that sweet drink Jimmy had given him and a beer before, he had had nothing else to drink.

Mike could not repress a moan when he was deftly thrown on a bed and pressed into the mattress.

“Would you like to fuck me?”

Mike’s eyes snapped open. The question floated between them and landed on his neurons, making him wonder if he imagined things now. “What?” he mumbled under his breath.

“Your cock in my ass. Would you like that, birdie?”

That awful term of endearment was taking some of the magic of the moment. He would score, he would score, his mind stuck on repeat, he would score with a guy who looked like the perfect fantasy for him unless this wasn’t some bad joke. “Sure,” he barely managed to say.

The man stood up and took off his jeans, leaving everything else on. Mike blinked and pushed himself up. His hookup partner climbed the bed and put himself on his fours in the most nonchalant manner possible. Mike could feel his jeans getting tighter. Without a word, he got up and fumbled with the condom he always kept in his pocket, but the damned jeans were so tight that he couldn’t get it out.

“You okay there?” The guy threw over one shoulder.

“Yes, yes, please, just a second,” Mike said hurriedly, cursing and howling at himself on the inside.

The perfect muscled ass in front of him was only making him want to drop to his knees and thank heavens. Maybe later. Now, he needed to act and fast. Finally, he managed to rip the foil, and stood there for a second, as he watched his bed partner licking his fingers and pushing them wet into his tight behind.

“No lube,” he whispered.

“Just go ahead, birdie,” the other encouraged him. “I’ve taken bigger than you.”

Of course, he had, Mike made a mental note and then pushed it away. The last thing he needed was to start worrying about his sexual prowess and natural endowment. Yeah, he was that bad, he concluded and grabbed the man’s gorgeous ass with both hands like he knew what he was doing.

At least, he could hold an erection. No, no, he wouldn’t think of that now. He knelt on the bed, behind his bed partner and managed to find the hole, which in itself, was a great achievement.

Mike groaned, under the sensory attack assaulting him, as his cock began to sink into incredible tight heat. It was like he couldn’t escape. He moved a little, adjusting his position, and leaned over the muscular body beneath him. His hands took in the taut muscles on his bed partner’s abdomen and followed the treasure trail down to wiry pubic hair. Mike sighed in pure satisfaction as his hands finally filled with the guy's impressive erection, hard, and weeping.

This was paradise, Mike thought, as his hips moved and his cock found itself the way in that strong, yet pliant body underneath him. Oh, it was so good, so good …

His cock twitched and became harder to handle the pressure. If he only changed the angle, like this …

Fuck, the thought hit him a second too late. His hips jerked, and he couldn’t stop himself in time. “Fuck,” he groaned out loud.

Dreams did come true, but not to pathetic idiots like him. Mike slid away from the tight body that had milked him too good. He set his eyes on the ceiling, wondering what the hell he was supposed to say after coming so fast. If he were lucky, the guy would get up and leave, allowing him to wallow in his own shame.

“My turn now, birdie.”

“Um?” Mike managed to ask, but his mouth was taken into a hard kiss, and his pants were pushed down.

A grunt of frustration was breathed into his mouth as his jeans acted out and refused to give up. Eventually, the man pushed himself up, pulled his jeans together with his sneakers and Mike remained with his bottom half naked if he didn’t count the rubber still on his cock.

They were both half-naked now, and that equaled things. It was obvious what was on the other’s mind to bring balance to their little encounter, as well. He watched with a bit of apprehension as the other rolled down a condom on his huge hard-on. Wait, could he even …

There was no time to debate over what was possible and what wasn’t. His legs were pushed up, and he closed his eyes, decided not to make a fuss about getting skewered by what looked like an anaconda cock. His stupid mind began playing Nicki Minaj’s song, and stopped, no, better said, screeched to a halt, when he felt something moist and firm touching his backdoor in the most pleasant way possible. Was the guy rimming him?

Dark eyes flickered at him over his balls and spent cock as he pushed himself on his elbows to look down. Mike made a small distressed sound, but then let himself drop on the bed. He had only been rimmed once before, and the memory was hazy, to say the least.

Now his ass was getting the royal treatment, and he couldn’t stop moaning. Eventually, he decided to bite his hand to stop himself from making such weird sounds. Again, his tentative to get a bit of control over the situation was foiled, as the other stood up and covered him with his body.

The hand was pushed away from his mouth, and he was kissed again. The soft whimpers of pleasure turned into muffled protests as his ass was getting open by what had to be an alien cock or something close to that. Still, he was held down so well that there was little to do. For a second, Mike considered panicking, but his ass was slowly opening up, and the stretch was happening too slowly for genuine protests.

“Good, good, like this,” words of encouragement were whispered into his ear, and Mike just bit his bottom lip, as his ass was busy welcoming the biggest ever cock he had ever had. With his luck, it would remain like that for a long time, too, so, despite the discomfort, he decided to suck it up.

The anaconda moved inside his ass, definitely with more skill than what he had manifested earlier. His prostate was hammered, literally hammered, that fast and hard the guy was fucking him, and Mike forgot about complaining.

He could run his mouth to his friends all he wanted about only wanting to top, but he had to admit that this was frigging amazeballs. Had he ever been fucked before? At the moment, he couldn’t remember. All the cocks he had known previously was obliterated by that force of nature moving inside his ass, making his entire body quivered. His cock was going through all kinds of sensations, as it got hard again and began slapping against his abdomen, still neatly wrapped in the condom.

Oh, fuck, Mike thought. He would come again, and that was something worthy of a porno movie, the kind he had never thought he would come to live on his own.

Only a little was little, just a tiny little second … Mike grabbed his bed partner by his shoulders and closed his ass while the release shot through him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” the man praised him.

Mike mumbled words of thanks as his ass was pounded harder and harder. Tomorrow, he would spend the entire Sunday in bed, watching reruns of his favorite SF shows. It was all worth it, and he had it all planned out.

“Here it comes,” the other announced, and pushed inside Mike so hard, that the bed creaked under them.

For a few seconds, Mike kept the other close as the last twitches of that hard cock pulsed inside his ass a couple of times.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” the guy said as he pushed himself up and away from Mike. “You have a great ass, birdie. Don’t move, ‘cause I want another round.”

Another round? Mike’s eyes snapped open. He was pretty sure he was in no shape for such a thing. He searched for his jeans and began dressing up. It had all been nice and all, but a second round … there weren’t enough reruns he could watch to get over being impaled like that.

He would excuse himself, in the most polite possible, and then he would go mingle. He suddenly realized Jimmy must have been looking for him.

First things first, he needed to throw the full condom. The only way to do that was in the trashcan that had to be in the bathroom. Mike hated to do that, but there was no way he could sit there, with the condom in his hand, waiting for the other to finish his shower.

Damn, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. It had all happened so fast like Mike had it written all over him that he wanted to fuck a muscled top, and someone had just come to him and granted his wish.

He put his sneakers on and then marched toward the bathroom. He opened the door just a little and snuck inside. “Just throwing this away,” he mumbled, looking down.

If he looked at the guy showering, he would stay. And then his ass would be in stitches.

“Gino, are you in there?” Someone began knocking on the door to the room.

Mike froze. Gino? Nah, that guy couldn’t be …

“Birdie, could you go and open the door? I locked it so that we weren’t disturbed.”

Mike looked up in disbelief. Water was slushing down the man’s perfect body, and he just stood there for a second. “Gino? You’re … is that your name?”

The other flashed a gorgeous smile at him. “Yeah. Please unlock the door for me. That must be my boyfriend.”

Mike knew it had to be an animated gif that was best fitted for his situation, something with a guy throwing himself out the window. That was exactly what he needed to do.

Without a word, he withdrew and closed the door to the bathroom. Then he went directly to the window, pushed it up, and looked down. Sacrifices had to be made, and he had no time to think things over.

Mike took a deep breath, and off he went. He cursed as he touched the ground, but he was okay. As he sprinted away, there was only one thing on his mind: now he needed to skip down because soon there would be a bounty on his head and an angry boyfriend - someone else’s boyfriend - on his tail.

***

Jared pretended sudden preoccupation with a place on the wall where the wallpaper was starting to peel so that he wasn’t openly staring. Under the ceiling lights, he could see Chris was not amazing. He was gorgeous. Under the thick eyebrows, icy blue eyes were burning as they inspected him. The casual shirt was expensive, by what Jared could say, and a hint of chest hair could be seen through the two open buttons. Chris was caressing the neck of the beer bottle with slow moves while his gaze never left Jared.

The problem was they weren’t talking about anything. Jared could easily imagine how hard Adrian and Mike would laugh about his inability to speak. Typically, he was the most articulate of their trio.

But, right now, as he was sucking juice through a straw, he felt inadequate. Chris was out of his league. He had to be some hotshot manager or something, and his place wasn’t there in Jared’s apartment, watching wallpaper peeling itself under the inexorable force of gravity.

“I think I’ll take a quick shower,” he announced.

He didn’t need one, as he had had one before leaving for the club and he hadn’t exerted himself by dancing. Still, his jitters needed to calm the fuck down so that he could score with the man currently sitting on the sofa, drinking Jared’s cheap beer.

Jared liked his small apartment and his beer. But Chris’s presence was enough to make everything appear drab and unappealing. As a general rule, Jared didn’t go for guys out of his league. Also, Chris seemed to be in his late thirties, or maybe he was even in his forties. Either way, Jared was sure he looked young for his age. Also, he never hooked up with older guys, not for his lack of interest, but mainly because they seemed to exist in a universe parallel with the one Jared inhabited.

Stiffly, he stood up, without waiting for a reply from his guest, which was definitely, horribly rude. He took a shower quickly, now berating himself for leaving Chris alone with nothing to do, except, of course, for staring at the peeling wallpaper.

Jared returned to the living room in nothing but a towel. He had carefully avoided wetting his hair too much, but he could feel the wet tips touching his shoulders.

What was he supposed to do next? Barely out of the shower, and he felt his palms sweating. When had it been the last time to hookup? At least several weeks ago, if he remembered properly. However, Jared had never hooked up with someone like Chris, and his lack of experience with the situation was screaming at him, asking for something, something he had no idea what it was.

Chris moved from the sofa. He had let his jacket on the back of the couch, and now Jared could openly stare at his lean build. Chris wasn’t skinny, but he looked like one of those guys who never got fat because they always ate right and had the daily habits of an aristocrat who probably never had anything fried on the menu.

“I don’t usually --” Jared started, unsure of how he wanted to continue that phrase.

Luckily for him, he didn’t need to. Chris buried his hands into Jared’s hair and kissed him. There was no hesitation in that kiss, no clumsiness, or the usual exploration that had to happen between two men who hadn’t known each other before. In a few words, Jared had his breath taken away from him and the feeling of excitement from earlier when he had felt that pull toward Chris was back in full force.

He obeyed and kissed back, but Chris’s hands held his head, guiding him and denying him the right to do that much. Jared felt a bit like a toy as Chris took the reins, and, along with them, the tiny towel protecting his modesty.

Jared grunted as the hands in his hair descended his back, following the spine in what appeared to be a calculated gesture of seduction. If that was what it was, it was working. Chris reached for his ass and pulled at his buttocks. “You’re so hot, Jared,” he whispered, as he allowed them both to catch a breather. “I want to fuck you so badly. Will you let me?”

“Sure,” Jared mumbled.

Chris pulled him toward the sofa and plopped on it, pulling Jared into his lap. “I’m sure you got ready for me while in the shower, right?”

Ready how? Like lubing himself? Jared froze. Cleanliness had been his only obsession.

Chris’s hands left his ass for one second. A slap, not too hard, but surprising, followed. “Go get the lube. Also a condom. I wasn’t expecting to get so far with you.”

Jared felt a tad disconcerted with being commanded like that, but his cock was hard, and he had already inferred that Chris must be in a leading position. He probably talked like that all the time. He scrambled to his feet and went to search for lube and rubber.

Chris’s gaze was intense and trained on him. He had also taken his cock out of his pants but had remained clothed otherwise. Jared checked the meaty organ and licked his lips. For such a lean man, Chris had the upper hand in any swimwear contest, especially the tight variety.

“Come on, hop on it,” Chris said, a bit roughly, and Jared hurried to oblige.

He was quick to roll down the condom on Chris’s cock and then pour lube on it, too. As he straddled the other, impatient hands grabbed his hips. “Wait,” Jared whispered, “not too fast. It’s been a while.”

Chris brought one hand to bury it into Jared’s hair again and pulled him to him for a kiss. Jared gasped as he felt the stretch, but Chris’s firm lips swallowed his protests and silenced by a skilled tongue that began penetrating his mouth just as that gorgeous hard cock impaled his ass.

“Better now, sexy?” Chris asked, and his eyes smiled with his lips.

Jared nodded.

“Then let me see you move,” Chris ordered and slapped his ass again.

Jared could feel his cock twitching with newfound desire at those playful slaps. That was one part of him he didn’t know about. Chris steadied him, helping him go up and down, at a rhythm that was a tad too fast but was making the pleasure inside his ass grow exponentially.

Chris didn’t move, except for his hands, but he did an excellent job at guiding Jared. It wasn’t just the same to and fro. Chris was twisting his hips slightly, changing the angle little by little until Jared felt his breath quickening and the pressure in his balls soaring.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” he murmured as his cock began erupting.

He gasped as he was lifted and then put back on the sofa but on his back and Chris began slamming into him hard. If he hadn’t come, Jared was sure that little bit of rough would have sent him over the edge.

Chris’s icy blues were magnetic, and a few strands of dark hair, wet with sweat, were glued now to his forehead. Jared touched his cheek, but his hand was soon grabbed and together with the other, was held above his head.

The need for control had to be great in this guy, Jared thought. Chris grunted a few times and then leaned in to kiss him, while his hips bucked a few more times.

Jared was without words when Chris pulled away. He could still feel his ass pulsing, and the pleasure in his groin was still not fading away. His entire body felt deliciously spent, and it was all due to his hookup.

Chris moved, and Jared could guess that he was taking away the rubber to throw it away. He needed to keep his eyes shut for a moment and bask in the aftermath. His hookups weren’t usually this intense.

“That was a very nice fuck, Jared,” a silky voice whispered in his ear.

Jared’s eyes snapped open. “Why does this sound like a closing statement?”

“I need to go.”

Jared pursed his lips. “Of course,” he said, without hiding the sarcasm in his voice.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” Chris sounded confused.

“You know, people call it a one night stand because usually, the two people involved spend the night together.”

“Oh,” Chris replied. “I thought we were hooking up.”

Jared sighed. “Don’t mind me. For some reason, I thought this would be different than a thirty-minute one night stand.”

Chris remained silent.

Jared stared at him and realized, suddenly, how naked he was compared to the other who was fully dressed.

“I need to go.”

“Sure. The door is over there.” Jared looked around for his towel. If he only could get it around his waist, he would save a little bit of dignity.

“Are you usually this dramatic?”

Jared scowled. “Seriously now, get out.”

“I’m not running away. It’s just something I need to attend to.”

“What could be so important?”

“Work,” Chris said.

“On Saturday night?”

“Money never sleeps.”

“Yeah, sure. I saw that movie, too.”

Chris didn’t add anything. But, on his way to the door, he stopped for a few seconds. “Here is my card, Jared. Call me if you want more than to hook up.”

Now that was a slap in the face. Jared stood up, but Chris was already out the door. He didn’t want to hook up. He wanted more.

He grabbed the card left on the small table and read out loud. “Christian Reeves, financial advisor.”

Hmm, that explained some things.

***

Half an hour and a few drinks later, Adrian had the jock where he wanted. So now they were stumbling toward the restroom, where all the action happened. The soonest they were inside, he grabbed him by his jacket and made their lips connect.

Adrian was not crazy about kissing. It was a waste of time, seeing that guys could get busy with their lips to do much more pleasurable things. But it was necessary to loosen up the jock whose name still he couldn’t say he knew.

Not that the guy hadn’t told him, but he hadn’t paid attention. He wasn’t usually this callous, but he was still pissed over the aristocratic scumbag from earlier. And somehow, he couldn’t let go of that particular incident. It was like he could still smell the expensive cologne, and see those dark eyes. Were they green? Hard to tell in the club’s lights.

He was way too rough as he pushed the jock to his knees. “Want to suck a big juicy cock now?” he asked.

The guy nodded enthusiastically, clumsily grabbing Adrian’s hips. Adrian was quick to whip out his half-hard cock and then push it through a pair of delicious plump lips.

Oh yes, he leaned against the wall. He could not care less if anyone walked on them. That was the MO in that kind of club. Anyone with a voyeuristic streak could have a fill for his fantasy if he wanted.

Not that Adrian was particular about being watched. He could have done without the extra audience, but if it happened, it happened. A groan of delight escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. Yet, still, the memory from earlier resurfaced. Ah, damn. Well, the fucker could at least serve as fuel for fantasy.

The image of disdainful eyes staring at him from below, while firm lips wrapped around his shaft, made him fully and instantly hard. He grabbed the jock’s head, forcing him to take the hard cock a little deeper.

An annoyed cough made his eyes snap open. The stuck-up from earlier was washing his hands at one of the sinks and was evaluating the scene happening three feet from him with evident disapproval.

“What the fuck, dude?” Adrian said, voicing his frustration.

Voyeurs knew a straightforward rule. Don’t intervene, or you’re a douche.

Green eyes – oh, they were green – inspected him once more. The nerve on him.

“Can’t you see we’re busy?” Adrian gestured toward the man knelt in front of him.

The jock removed his plump lips from Adrian’s cock and made a gesture to get up, visibly embarrassed. Adrian kept him down with one hand, decided that he wouldn’t lose this round.

“This is the restroom. Not a brothel,” the man commented, as he patted his hands dry using a few paper tissues.

Adrian gestured around. “Is this your first visit here? This bathroom is for fucking, FYI. Does this look like the opera hall to you or something?”

Great, his cock was growing soft. To think that he was about to fuck a pair of perfect cocksucking lips while fantasizing about this asshole.

“I should go.” The jock shook off Adrian’s hand and stood up.

Ah, damn, there was no way to stop him now. The jock scampered off and made himself scarce in less than two seconds. Adrian slammed the wall with one closed fist. Then, he looked at the scumbag who dared to ruin what could have been at least a half-decent blowjob, given the guy’s enthusiasm and desire to learn. Now he needed to head back and try to find someone else. The problem was that he was no longer in the mood.

“So, are you going to make up for that or what?” he demanded, placing his hands on his hips, and making no move to put his cock back into his jeans.

If the other thought it were awkward to stumble upon some dudes wanting to suck each other off, Adrian would show him that things could be much worse. Mr. Royal Ass would run away, tail between the legs, once Adrian finished with him.

“For what exactly?” the stranger asked airily like he could not imagine what he was accused.

“For letting my dick hanging.” Adrian pointed at his limp cock, dangling over his zipper.

“If I were you, I would put that away. It’s nothing to write home about, really.”

Adrian was sure his ears were playing tricks on him. This stuck-up asshole was mouthing off to him. But no one ever had the upper hand on him. Decided that the stranger had riled him up enough for one night, he squeezed his dick, gave it a quick rub, and pushed it back into his jeans.

“Good,” the other commented. Just like before, although his words seemed to cater to the ironic repertoire, his voice was anything but. “It’s good to know that you can take a suggestion.”

Adrian grinned. “Nah. I just asked my dick if it could get up from someone like you. I don’t have to translate the answer, right?”

The green eyes inspected him, now with a tinge of surprise in them. “Oh,” the stranger said and threw the used paper towels into the trashcan with pinpoint accuracy. “Everybody around here tells me you’re more charming than Prince Charming, and all I see is a dick.”

Adrian wanted to believe that he was not getting his jimmies rustled that quickly, but that simple remark was rubbing him the wrong way. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, and eyeing the other menacingly.

The stranger didn’t seem one inch impressed. “I’ve been told you’re the best lover around here. All I see is a half-decent looking guy using cheap tactics to get men on their knees to service him sexually. I’m sorry, Adrian, but you seem a prick and a crook to me,” he concluded and made a move to walk out the door.

This time, Adrian was sure he couldn’t let this one go. Quickly, he blocked the exit and put one hand on the other’s chest to push him back. Without looking like he was intimidated, the stranger did take one step back and waited for Adrian to talk, with an expression of curiosity mixed with disdain on his aristocratic face.

“You know my name. It looks like I’m at a disadvantage here,” Adrian said. “How about you tell me yours?”

“Why? So that you have something to forget by morning? Or should I say by five minutes later? I believe that’s a more accurate description of the situation and your usual behavior.”

Ah, damn, was the guy annoying or what? Adrian pursed his lips. “Well, I only forget the names of the guys I fuck. And you don’t look like you’re worth the trouble. So, your name,” he demanded, hoping that the guy would lose a little of that cocksure attitude, seeing Adrian not impressed with his arrogant behavior.

“If you insist.” The reply came with a smile that could freeze the melting ice cap. “It’s Edward. Satisfied?”

“Barely,” Adrian said.

He moved one step forward. Edward didn’t move. Adrian took in the handsome face again. Yeah, definitely, he was a looker. Too bad he was just a fucking asshole. Adrian leaned forward and inhaled. The other’s breathing was quickening. Slightly. Not by much. But enough to tell Adrian what he needed to know. Ah, so that was the game they were playing.

“So, Edward,” he said slowly, “if you asked about me, that could only mean one thing.”

“Oh, really? And what is that?” Edward asked, looking straight into Adrian’s eyes.

“You want to get fucked,” Adrian stated.

Edward’s lips arched again into a scowl. “By the likes of you? I sincerely believe I could do much better,” he replied.

“Like better how?” Adrian questioned, now feeling on top of the game, unlike before.

“You know. Better than a low class like you.” Edward’s eyes fluttered, sending a spike of desire straight to Adrian’s groin.

It was all clear. Tonight, he was discovering his sadomasochistic streak or something. Now he wanted nothing more but to teach this high-class asshole a lesson with his dick.

“Your Highness,” he poured as much acid into his words as he could, “if you wanted high class, you’d be in a totally different place right now. Admit it. You want my cock.”

“In your dreams,” Edward replied, but his voice was low, filled with promise now.

His eyes were darting to Adrian’s lips now and then. That was telling Adrian everything he wanted to know. The next second, his hands were in Edward’s perfect wavy hair, messing it up, and their lips were clashing.

There was hunger in the kiss, and Adrian almost staggered. What the hell was he getting himself into? But a quick tongue sneaking into his mouth brought a halt to anything telling him this was a bad idea.

If they did this, it would be on his terms. Adrian grabbed Edward and almost slammed him face-first into the wall. Edward was quick to put his hands up to steady himself, and Adrian pulled him just enough to avoid turning their tryst into a visit to the ER and then the police station.

His hands were nervous as they fumbled with Edward’s pants. Now he was no longer in the mood for just a blowjob. He would teach Edward a lesson, with a cock deep in his ass.

“Need help?” Edward’s voice interrupted his plans of exacting vengeance.

“No,” Adrian replied curtly and slapped one creamy buttock that quickly turned a shade of lovely pink.

With satisfaction, he slapped the other one.

“This is not exactly my idea of fun,” Edward said again.

“It’s mine,” Adrian replied, and, to make a case for his words, he slapped each butt cheek twice for good measure, making the other grunt. “Fine ass you have here, Your Highness. Is it open for business?” he joked.

“Oh, so gauche,” Edward replied.

Adrian wanted, really wanted, no, needed, to bring this guy down a peg or two. So he pulled him back into his arms and then started to feel his crotch. Hmm, Edward wasn’t even half-hard. He wasn’t joking, or he was the master of restraint.

“What the hell, dude?” he asked. “Do you want this or not? I’m all for a little roleplay, but not if you’re not on it, too.”

So he had wrongfully supposed that Mr. High Class wanted to get taken hard by a low class like him. Hmm, bummer. Because he was fucking hard.

“Don’t you think you should put a little more effort? What are you? A two-pump chump? I hope you didn’t half undress me just for this,” Edward said.

Okay, so Edward was annoying like hell, but Adrian still wanted to fuck him. Now it was a debt of honor, not just him wanting to get his rocks off. His reputation was at stake. Despite himself, he needed to slow down.

His usual trysts didn’t usually involve too much seduction. Most guys wanted to fall to their knees the moment Adrian flexed his guns. They were easy, but so was Adrian. So he didn’t mind going for it, without too much prelude and foreplay.

Yet, he had quite the situation on his hands right now. He took Edward by the waist and pulled his head to one side so that they could kiss. Edward seemed to appreciate the thought, arching his back and rubbing his naked ass against Adrian’s crotch.

Damn, he wanted to fuck Edward two minutes ago. Well, he had been told he was half decent at nipple play, so one of his hands moved to brush over pert nipples. The small shiver that seemed to shake Edward’s body encouraged him to proceed further. He pinched one nipple hard.

Edward pulled his mouth away from the kiss and frowned. What? Was it not good? Adrian could feel impatience growing. A bit too viciously, he twisted the other’s nipple.

“What are you trying to do now? Catch radio Tijuana?” Edward protested.

“Are you going to let me guess everything? I don’t have all night to figure you out,” Adrian said, his mood deteriorating by the second.

Too bad that his dick was still rubbing against those perfect muscled buttocks. The man got back, that was certain. And it was not like Adrian to let such a nice ass escape a dicking.

“It would be desirable.” Edward smiled, way too sure of himself.

Adrian didn’t like it one bit. He was being played here. Played hard. Nope, he didn’t like it at all. His dick had to understand that tonight it wouldn’t get wet.

“But I am more than willing to acquiesce to your desires,” Edward added, still smiling. “Come on, tiger, get your rocks off.” He touched Adrian’s cheek gently, bringing one arm back.

“Fuck this.” Adrian frowned. “I like my partners willing and engaged. Are you impotent? Is this some treatment you follow or something?”

Edward laughed and pushed his ass shamelessly into Adrian’s groin once more. “Let’s try it again. Play with these.” He grabbed Adrian’s hands and placed them over his chest, showing by slowly moving them, how to do it. “Then slap the rubber on your dick, and give it to me like you’re supposed to. I know there’s a reputation at stake here,” he said in a sultry voice, as Adrian’s fingers were getting the way he liked his nipples worked.

All right, the way Edward moaned softly was making Adrian bite his lips. Edward surely knew how to whet men’s appetite. He let go of his chest so that he could get the rubber cap on his best friend. But his fingers seemed to fail to listen to him this one time.

“Allow me.” Edward turned and crouched in front of Adrian.

Long fingers clasped over his, wrenching the condom off. Adrian watched in fascination as he put the tip of the rubber against his lips and went straight for the prize.

“Ah, damn,” he whispered, as Edward used his mouth to roll down the condom down on his dick.

Green eyes stared at him from below. Edward looked nice with a mouth full of cock. But his eyes were not filled with disdain, like in Adrian’s fantasy from earlier. He even had the nerve to wink at him. His eyes were laughing with genuine amusement. They were making Adrian wonder what the hell was funny and why.

It was hard to think about that when he was that hard, though. He was more than willing to let this one go. After all, it was just a fuck, and probably not even one that would be that unforgettable.

Edward was not exactly his type, although his sword swallowing technique was impeccable. Adrian was ready to pull his A-plus card and show it to him.

“Good to go?” Edward asked as he stood up and turned.

“Let me just get your ass ready.” Adrian pulled his lube out of his pocket and began spreading some between the perfect ass cheeks.

It was a good thing that this operation didn’t require pinpoint accuracy. He did find the hole, and damn, what a fine, tight hole that was. His fingers were soon trapped in solid heat, and scissoring the entrance was a bit of a feat. This one didn’t fuck often.

Or maybe he was usually on top. Nah, Adrian thought, as he moved his fingers slowly to get Edward a little used for the girth that was sure to stretch him later. Despite his annoying personality, Edward was just a bottom with a big mouth.

And Adrian loved to shut up guys who dared to mouth off to him like that. Usually, they ended up asking for his number. But Adrian didn’t do repeat performances except on extreme occasions. At twenty-five, he still needed to collect his fair share of trophies.

Edward stared at him over one shoulder. “Are you conducting a prostate exam, or are we going to fuck?”

Adrian grinned. “You that sure you’re ready for my gun?” he intentionally drawled the words.

“Told you,” Edward’s eyes glinted with mischief, “nothing to write home about.”

Adrian could feel his lips twitching. Well, if Edward howled like split in half, it was no longer his problem. He was no saint.

But Edward didn’t howl as Adrian sank his hard as a rock cock in his deliciously tight ass. His breathing did hitch, and he no longer seemed to be smiling, which meant mission accomplished.

“So, too much?” Adrian whispered into his ear.

“Oh, I’ll tell you when to stop,” Edward replied, but his voice was a bit muffled, as he pressed his forehead against his crooked arms, set against the wall.

“All right then,” Adrian said with glee and grabbed his hips hard.

Edward had perfect Venus dimples, and Adrian sank his thumbs into them. Yeah, he was totally a bottom, sexy mouth running notwithstanding. He was made to be mounted and ridden by a capable farmhand.

He knew how to moan and thrash in the loveliest of ways, and Adrian loved that in a guy. It was nice to be let known he was doing a fine job. “Oh, fuck, you’re so damn tight and nice,” he commented, as he moved in earnest.

“I hope you have staying power,” Edward threw over his shoulder once more.

Adrian ground his teeth. Fuck, all that contradictory chat from earlier, and the frustration Edward had made him go through, had not been helping. He was strung tight, and he wanted to come. Using one hand, he began searching for the other’s crotch. If he made the guy go first, he was off the hook.

“Don’t tell me you don’t trust your abilities to have me come hands-free,” Edward scolded him right away.

“That’s a bit of a far stretch, don’t you think?” Adrian hissed, and refused to let go of Edward’s cock.

The damn thing was hard and weeping, and Adrian knew Edward wanted that hand there, no matter what BS he was spouting at the moment.

“It’s fine,” Edward sighed as if he was making a concession.

For the first time in a long time, Adrian felt he wasn’t really the one on top. This bottom guy was getting on his nerves and was making him impossibly hard at the same time. He increased his rhythm, hoping that hitting Edward’s prostate would trigger an earlier release.

By how nice Edward was whispering encouragements, he was not doing some half-assed job.

“Do you like it?” Adrian asked, feeling the sweat pouring on his forehead.

“Don’t ask, it’s tacky,” Edward corrected him again. “And don’t strain yourself. Come if that’s what you want.”

Fuck if he came before this asshole. It was quite the race. He continued to nail the fucker while his hand on Edward’s dick became more frantic.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” he whispered, feeling the hard squeeze on his cock.

Oh, no, he wouldn’t make a fool of himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to will down the wave of pleasure growing in his groin. His eyes snapped open as he felt a hand grabbing his hip. Apparently, Edward was steadying him, most probably wanting him to slow down.

With a small growl, he grabbed Edward’s hand and smacked it against the wall, keeping it there. It was a bit awkward, not to use any of his hands to keep Edward’s ass, but the other was helping him, meeting him thrust by thrust, and using his ass to milk Adrian of what he was worth.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered victoriously, as his fingers clenched around Edward’s dick began to feel the moisture pouring in viscous drops over them.

Edward was now pushing his ass back even more, and he was moaning, unhinged. It felt almost like a blackout when Adrian finally came, deep inside. He almost wanted to laugh when he pulled out, a couple of minutes later.

He stared at the full condom. That was a big fucking load. Wrapped up in the pleasurable aftermath, he failed to notice Edward getting all straightened up. Except for the disheveled hair, and his slightly rumpled clothes, he still looked every inch like the stuck-up from earlier.

Adrian grinned. “That was frigging great.”

The asshole frowned slightly. “Half decent, and let’s leave it at that.”

Adrian could feel his smile freezing. “You must be kidding me. You blew quite the load,” he showed Edward’s the hand he had wrapped around the asshole’s cock just earlier.

“And would you like a prize?” Edward taunted him. “It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before. Also, remove that condom. It can cut circulation.”

Adrian’s jaw was getting so tense he was afraid he might chip a tooth. With brusque moves, he took out the condom and threw it in the trashcan. Talking about cold showers. This guy was an expert.

“What a fucking douche.” Adrian shook his head, talking to himself.

“I beg your pardon.” Edward had the guts to feel offended, it seemed.

“Sorry, Your Highness.” Adrian stood his ground. “But I think you’re a fucking douche.”

Edward’s lips curled in displeasure. “Such foul language. If you were mine, you wouldn’t dare to talk like that.”

“If I were yours?” Adrian snorted. “Did you come here for some shopping? It’s the twenty-first century. You can’t own a person.”

Edward smirked. “Such a narrow mental outlook. I’m afraid I thought more highly of you than I should have.”

Adrian bristled. “Stop talking in fucking riddles, man.”

Edward came closer, and, although Adrian rarely backed down from a challenge, this time, under the dark scrutiny of those green eyes, he felt like it would be better to run away. He barely kept in a small wince of surprise, as Edward’s fingers wrapped around his spent cock, gave it a little friendly tug and then took care of putting it back into his jeans.

All the while, Edward kept eye contact, and Adrian stood there, a bit dumbfounded, but unwilling to admit it. “You will need a lot of training, Adrian.”

“Training? I’m not a dog!”

“We’ll see about that,” Edward said with a smile.

“Man, you’re into some weird stuff, aren’t you?” Adrian asked.

Edward smiled, and Adrian wanted to look away and shake that spell off. “If you want to know more, say so. I’ll make sure to find you.”

“How about I find you?” Adrian said right away.

“Find me? I asked about you, Adrian, don’t forget. You’re the local heartbreaker. You go around fucking men and forgetting about them. Do I look to you like someone who would allow being treated like that?”

“Let’s say that you managed to make quite an impression,” Adrian replied, decided to be honest.

Edward was so not his type. But Adrian was barely out of the guy’s ass, and he wanted seconds. Maybe it was because Edward was such an asshole, no pun intended. He challenged Adrian, and Adrian wanted to go to the bottom of it all.

“Here is my card then,” Edward said after pulling out his wallet.

“Edward Hastings. Are you really royalty?” Adrian questioned.

Edward just smiled. “Make sure you don’t lose my number.”

“How could I?” Adrian pulled his phone and introduced the number quickly. “You’re right here. Saved as High-Class Ass.”

Edward grimaced. “This frivolity can be worked out of you, I’m sure. I’m still debating whether I should keep you or not.”

Adrian laughed. “You can’t keep me,” he said, emphasizing each word. “But I would so tap that again.”

“Your enthusiasm scores you points. I could work with that. Of course, that if you call, which I very much doubt you will.”

“Only because you’re so damned annoying, I will call you,” Adrian said.

Edward quirked an elegant eyebrow. “I see. Well, if that’s all --”

“Wait. MD?” Adrian asked after looking at the card again.

“The human body has no mysteries for me,” Edward said with a small knowing smile. “I’ll leave you with that.”

Adrian caught Edward as he tried to walk away. “Shouldn’t we kiss goodbye or something?”

“Do you deserve it?” Edward teased.

“I liked what we did,” Adrian said, choosing the path of honesty.

Edward patted his head. Adrian grunted. But before he could protest, Edward leaned in and kissed him. Adrain felt a small jolt of pleasure, as Edward brushed his lips over and gave them a gentle lick. He was about to open his mouth and pull Edward close when the other moved away.

“Hey,” he complained. “How about more of that?”

“I need to make sure you’ll call,” Edward replied.

Eyes like a dark forest. Adrian could not recall the last time he had been lyrical about another man. But there was something in those eyes, calling him.

“I will first teach you how to kiss. In your language, you suck.”

Adrian frowned. Nice cold shower. “I’ll call you, and I’ll fuck you again,” he promised, wagging a finger at Edward.

The aristocratic lips stretched into a smile. “And?”

“And then you’ll stop talking smack about me.”

“I’m always honest, Adrian. Don’t worry. I’ll make a perfect lover out of you.”

Adrian stared after Edward, feeling stupid, standing like that, in a club’s bathroom, having no comeback at all. For a few seconds, he considered deleting Edward’s number from his phone and throwing away his card. But now, his curiosity was piqued and his ego bruised. Maybe Edward was right. He had had no challenges in his life, with so many hot guys falling at his feet. Yeah, he would teach Mr. High-Class Ass a lesson, or an entire course, if needed.

TBC