Page 8 of Dark Room Junkie

Alcohol.

The glass of whisky from earlier wasn’t enough. Since I couldn’t do a line or have anything else, I clearly needed more. I left the bathroom and glanced down the hallway into the bedroom. The door was only halfway open, blocking my view of the bed, while Noé’s backpack was next to the bathroom door.

So he’s still here, I thought, relieved.

I got myself a new glass in the kitchen and went to the wooden cabinet where the minibar was. My heart still pounded wildly against my chest, practically begging to be soothed. So I poured myself a hefty shot of Jameson and downed it in one go. Followed by another one.

The heat rushed down my throat and burned through my guts. I looked out over the rooftops of Zurich and grabbed myself in the crotch.

You can’t force anything, Alex. Be a little more forgiving with yourself. It’ll be okay.

I shook my head in disbelief. The last thing I needed right now was to remember what my shrink said. There was a super hot guy waiting in my bedroom! And I was about to mess it up.

A smile crept onto my face. In the first moment, I was shocked, but I found it quite refreshing the way Noé had asked me about my preferences.

But wait a minute. Would he have gone along with everything?

Then it shouldn’t be a problem if I’m a top.

For the first time that evening, something stirred in my pants, and I wondered why I was still standing here by the window. Determined, I put the empty glass away and returned to the bedroom. It didn’t surprise me somehow that Noé was asleep. I gently closed the door behind me, took off my pants, and climbed onto the bed.

He hadn’t covered himself and was lying on his right shoulder, facing the wall. I sat behind him and admired his slim body. I didn’t mind that he was sleeping; it gave me time to look at him for a while. His long hair was now dry. Before falling asleep, he had twisted it into a knot, which now lay rolled up like a snail on the pillow. I leaned over him and admired his beautiful face. He looked so carefree and peaceful lying there. His soft lips were slightly parted, and his expression was completely relaxed. In the muted light, his face resembled a painting.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to touch him. With a gentle touch, I ran my fingers over his shoulder and felt his body warmth. I slid over his waist to the waistband of his boxers and paused for a moment. Even through the purple-striped fabric, I could make out his tight ass. It was impossible for me to resist. My touch moved slowly over his hips and down his thigh to his knee. It probably tickled a bit because that was the moment when Noé made a murmuring sound and twitched his leg.

Before continuing my exploration, I returned to his ass. This time, I placed my entire hand on his buttock and gently kneaded it. Noé responded again by pulling his upper leg forward, presenting me with his entire backside. As warmth surged through me, I massaged with both hands the most well-formed ass I had encountered in weeks.

“Wait, I’m doing it,” Noé mumbled into the pillow, half asleep, but didn’t move an inch.

“Let me do it,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his neck and earlobe.

I nestled against him from behind, slid my hands into his boxers, and continued kneading. His breathing quickened, and his body gradually moved. When I slipped my fingers into the cleft, he tensed a bit, and when I found what I was looking for, he sharply inhaled and gripped the sheet.

“Do you like that?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper.

He bit his lower lip and remained silent, so I continued and massaged his hole. However, as soon as I applied a little more pressure, he turned around and stared at me while breathing heavily. Something flickered in his eyes that I couldn’t interpret. Was it horror? Panic? Or maybe even desire? He wrapped his hand around my neck, pulled me closer by the nape, and kissed me passionately.

I was almost breathless, but in a good way this time. His tongue in my mouth made me feel like everything was as it should be. I hadn’t done anything wrong so far. And my cock was getting harder—just as it should be.

I got this.

As I pressed my knee between his legs and slid my hand into his pants, he exhaled as I touched his stiff penis.

He sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me sitting in only my shorts in front of him. His predatory gaze traveled over my upper body to my groin. All the heat of my body had now gathered there, and the pull in my center made me forget everything else. I only saw Noé in front of me. His long brown hair fell over his chest, which rose and fell noticeably. He licked his lips and gazed at me with hungry, sparkling eyes.

Eagerly, I pushed him back into the pillow with an intimate kiss. I admired his exquisite upper body, nearly covered in tattoos. He wore nipple rings in both nipples, which I found so sexy that I leaned forward and played with them with my tongue. I moved further down, pulled off his shorts, and caressed his penis.

As I slid my hand back between his buttocks from below, he shot up again. This time, he grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me onto my back, kissing me passionately and removing my underwear.

I had long realized that he didn’t just want to let me fuck him and that we were having a silent battle here, but the way he had reacted before made me confident. I could win this battle. I had to because the other way around was not an option for me. He felt this unmistakably when he slid his hand between my buttocks. Before he could find the exit, my body reacted reflexively, and I flinched.

I hastily grabbed his wrists, pushed him back onto his back, and pinned his hands over his head. I lay on top of him and kissed his neck. The man was so sexy—I wanted to savor him all night long.

“Let me do it,” I whispered, loosening my grip, as I didn’t want to scare him.

As I looked up at him, he stared at me, breathing heavily.

“I won’t hurt you.”

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