Page 15 of So Worth More
Deciding that I needed to get some relief before packing up, I reached into the drawer of my night stand for the prostate massager that always worked to get me off quickly. I was mostly a top but I was happy to bottom on occasion. It’d been a while, though. I’d thought about asking Andy if he would top me a couple of times, a sure sign that I trusted him. Our encounters didn’t allow for that though, they were often hasty frotting sessions in the showers at the gym, sneaky blow jobs pretty much everywhere, or quick fucks that didn’t waste a lot of time on foreplay. There were times that I really wanted to be able to take my time with him, explore every inch of his body. Then I wanted to hand over control and let him take me apart.
Grabbing up the lube, I covered a couple of fingers with it before running a lubed finger around my hole. Pushing in slowly, there was still a faint burn from the penetration. One finger became two, and then I switched my fingers out for the well lubricated toy. Pushing it in and out a couple of times first to get used to how it stretched me, then just for the sensation of being filled. I switched it on low before lubing up my other hand and stroking my dick. My thoughts turned to Andy, the feel of his skin, the tight heat of his hole around my cock. Before long, I came, spilling over my fist, to the memory of the first time we had sex.
A few weeks after our first kiss, I still felt the sting of rejection. I’d spent more than a little time thinking about it and had thought of a way for us to both get what we wanted. He didn’t want just a one night stand and I didn’t want a relationship, but there was a compromise. If we could keep it casual, we could finally give in to the heat between us. Just getting him to agree would be the problem.
We were still meeting at the gym and it’d been a tad uncomfortable the first few times since the kiss. Outside of work it was pretty much the only place I could get Andy alone without appearing at his place.
He was just about to head out when I pulled him aside. “Can we talk?”
He looked wary. “Sure.”
Not wanting an audience, I suggested we go on ahead to the bar and talk on the way. Straight away, no preamble, I suggested a casual arrangement. I’d stunned him into silence and he stood staring at me. After a minute he said, “Let me think about it, okay?”
While I was disappointed he didn’t want to leap at the arrangement, I got that it was a big deal. We had to think of work and our friends, too. It’d be weird, disastrous even, if it ended badly.
After a few drinks at the bar with the others, I decided to head home. Except as soon as I went outside to grab a cab, I got a text from Andy with his address and the instruction to wait an hour before coming over.
Instead of going home, I waited in a different bar down the street from the one the others were in, nursing awhiskyand trying to settle my nerves. Eager, and not leaving him space to reconsider, I turned up at his apartment early. A move he clearly had expected as he buzzed me up and was standing at the door, waiting for me, barefoot in comfortable looking sweats and a thin t-shirt.
I only waited for a yes to my “are you sure?” before I crashed my lips against his, moaning at the taste of him, mint with a hint of the beer he’d drank earlier. I pushed my tongue into his mouth to get more of that addictive taste. My hands ran over him, pulling at fabric as he walked backwards to the bed. His hands roamed my body, equally eager to rid me of my clothes as I was of his. Coming up for air, I gave him a smirk before pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him.
Resting between his open thighs, I skimmed his torso with my fingertips, heading for the waistband of his sweats. Pulling them off over his hips, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped as I noticed he was bare underneath as his length slapped against his stomach. Not quite as long as me, his rigid dick was thick and the thought of him inside me had me letting out a gasp. Hearing the sound, and seeing my reaction to him naked beneath me, his eyes darkened and his tip leaked precum.
Sitting up, he reached for the button of my jeans, slipping his fingers into the gap to stroke my achingly hard cock as he carefully drew down the zip. Running his hand over my bulge again, he ordered, “off!” before resting back on the pillows to watch me undress. Standing, I nearly fell on my face in my haste to comply and chucked the last of my clothes behind me without a thought as he snickered at me.
Crawling up the bed to lean over him again, I took his mouth in another deep kiss, one hand grasping the back of his neck as I dominated him. Swallowing his gasps and moans, I rutted against him, his hips coming up to meet mine. I needed to be touching him everywhere, only the tingle of my orgasm making me slow down.
Maneuvering us until I was resting against the headboard with Andy in my lap, I took our cocks in one hand, stroking us together as the other brushed along his crease. My lips roamed his neck as I asked, “What do you want?”
“You, in me,” he whispered before ducking down to explore my nipples with his tongue. I gasped at the sensation as he bit one, and then the other, feeling the echo in my balls. I let out a small breathless laugh. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
“Condom is on the nightstand, I stretched myself while I waited.” He said that last part with a cheeky grin and I could only moan at the mental image of him fingering himself open, knowing that he was doing it for me.
Quickly grabbing up the condom and putting it on, I added more lube as he got on all fours. Lining my cock up at his hole, I gave him a last chance to back out. “Fuck me now or get out!” he demanded, and the pushy side of him was a real turn-on. Not knowing how much prep he had done, I took my time pushing in. I nearly came as soon as I was fully seated, hips against his ass. The grip on my dick had my eyes rolling back in my head. Pausing and desperately trying to push back my impending release, I stroked my hands down his back and along his sides to his gorgeous full ass, grabbing a handful.
“Move! Please…I need you to move,” he grunted. My thrusts started out careful and slow, but before long Andy was crying out for me to go “harder,” and “faster.” Sounds of grunts and moans filled the room. The smell of sex and sweat. The feel of skin slapping against skin as I pushed harder into him. I pulled him up against me, one arm around his chest, hand against his throat, holding him in place as I thrust up into him, grunting against his neck between kisses and bites. Feeling close to the edge, my other hand wrapped around his cock and used his precum to ease each stroke.
He gasped, “There!” As each drive of my cock inside him hit his prostate and I focused on that spot, wanting him to love this as much as I was. This was perfection, I wanted to stay here forever, surrounded by him. Thrust after thrust, until it sent him over the edge. His sounds of pleasure coupled with the way his muscles clamped down on me quickly had me following him, spilling into the condom. It seemed endless, wave after wave of bliss. After a few more jerking thrusts, I stilled, leaning against him and trying to remember how to breathe. I couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, unable to remember an orgasm that intense.
Trying to be gentle as I pulled out, I helped Andy lay down and smacked a quick kiss on his lips. “Bathroom?” He pointed in the direction of a door I hadn’t noticed. In the small room I quickly disposed of the condom before searching for something to clean up with. Wiping myself off a bit with a cloth, rinsing it and returning to Andy. Giving him the cloth, I felt awkward as I watched him clean up the evidence of our mutual pleasure. Taking the cloth from him, I returned it to the bathroom, dropping it into the hamper.
When I came back, Andy was sitting up against the headboard, wrapped in the deep blue covers. There was something wary about his expression and I felt the odd urge to soothe him. Sitting next to him, I wrapped one arm around him, the other lightly gripping his chin as I pulled him to me for a gentle kiss. Just a brush of lips against lips until it became more, his tongue meeting mine. Not ready for round two, and not wanting to give him the wrong impression of what this was, I pulled back.
“Okay?” I asked, the question meaning more than one thing. It was, “Are you okay? Was that good for you, too? Will we do this again? Will you be okay if I leave now?”
He seemed to get what I was asking. “Yeah, all good.” So I dressed in between kisses and touches, finding it difficult to leave. Andy walked me to the door dressed only in his underwear making me wish I wasn’t such a chickenshit, and kissed me goodbye.
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Pete riding with us for the two hour drive to the cabin was both a blessing and a curse. The memory of how I’d gotten myself off this morning made it difficult to look Andy in the eye without blushing. Conversation was stilted at first with me being distracted at how close Andy was to me, with him sitting in the passenger seat of my SUV.
“Thanks for bringing me, Will. I really didn’t want to ride up with Hen and Gem. They’ve been arguing all week about this trip. Henry is really embarrassed that she made such a big deal that you ended up inviting her.”
“I’m just glad he’s going to be there, it wouldn’t be the same without him,” said Andy and I had to agree. “We can all deal with Gem for one weekend and I’m sure she’s found coupley things for them to go off and do,” he commented, ever the peacekeeper. “And there’s a few things for us to check out, I was looking up the local area yesterday online and made a list of stuff.” The idea of a list made me smile, but Andy wasn’t looking at me, having turned to try and placate Pete in the back seat.
Pete wasn’t mollified. “Yeah, I know, but it’s not the same. This is our first trip as a group. It would have been better without Gem.” Andy reached over and squeezed Pete’s knee and the familiarity of the gesture made something akin to jealousy burn in my stomach. I knew I didn’t have the right to that feeling, though. Rationally, I also knew that Andy wasn’t remotely interested in Pete. They had a brotherly bond; it was more that I was envious of the attention and affection Pete was getting. Clearly I’d regressed to being a child again.
Needing to change the subject, I asked, “Have you met Dylan?” to Andy, knowing that Pete and Dylan got on well. Brad and Dylan liked their own space, so rather than come to the gym with his husband, Dylan went cycling with his own friends. Pete had been on a few of those trips but didn’t take it as seriously as Dylan, who took part in big events.
