Hipster Brothel (contemporary gay romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  Jo knew his dreams would come true soon when Mr. B pulled one of Jo’s legs up and rested it against his shoulder.

  “Curl them up,” Mr. B muttered into the kiss, and Jo could barely hold in his excitement. He only regretted he couldn’t do every possible thing with Mr. B all at once. “You’re so hot, Jo… I wanna come in you so bad.”

  Their panting made the inside of their cocoon hot and damp, and the intimacy of this moment only strengthened the sense that they were in a world of their on. Free to explore each other’s bodies in a completely new way.

  Jo pulled up his legs and held them against his chest, spreading himself for Mr. B. He was way beyond embarrassment at this point. All that counted was lust, and he wanted to see more of it on the handsome face above. “Sometimes, when I had a girl fuck me, I would imagine it was your dick. That it was your hands holding my hips,” he whispered, looking straight into Mr. B’s eyes. “I’m so hot for this. Please, tell me we have everything we need?”

  “It’s a sex party. I’ve picked up lube and condoms.” Mr. B pulled out the two wrappers from his pocket. “I love… how confident you are.” He watched Jo with a smile, his cheeks flushed, barely breathing as he got some lube on his fingers. “And stop telling me all those sexy things or I’m gonna blow before I should. Christ.”

  Jo laughed and spread his thighs wider, chewing on his lip when Mr. B’s eyes widened even farther. God, he felt so wanted. So adored. He wished he could stay in this cocoon forever and never have to face the real world again. “Maybe you should hurry up then?”

  Mr. B just nodded frantically and his fingertips went between Jo’s buttocks without any more hesitation. Rough, hot and slippery, they pressed against Jo’s anus and Mr. B made little circular movements with them, pushing on with his eyes clouded by lust.

  Jo exhaled, watching him from beneath lowered eyelids. His body was like a furnace, so hot it could melt them both and the bed if he got even more aroused. His sphincter tingled when Mr. B’s thick fingers circled it, spreading the slick lube all over, and he moaned, rubbing Mr. B’s shoulder with his toes. “Put them in...”

  As soon as he’d said the words, Mr. B pushed on, sliding his fingers up to the knuckles and watching Jo with undivided attention. The razor-sharp focus on his face would have been funny if Jo wasn’t too busy arching his back off the bed in silent ecstasy. His pulse drummed in his ears, but he opened his eyes wider, watching B’s handsome face above his own achingly hard dick.

  He couldn’t believe he was here, doing this, but at the same time, there was no other place in the world he’d rather be. He rocked his hips, squeezing his hole around the digits inside him.

  “You like that?” Mr. B started a quick rhythm of sliding his fingers in and out, and he leaned down to steal another kiss. Jo was quickly getting addicted to feeling the beard against his face.

  He groaned, rocking his hips back and angling them so that they’d touch his prostate, even if just the friction and stretching made his skin tingle with pleasure. His toes curled when the digits brushed against his gland, the feeling almost too intense. “B, I’m gonna come if you don’t hurry up,” he whispered, completely serious. He was so turned-on, he had no idea where it would go from here.

  Mr. B pulled out his fingers, leaving Jo dying to be filled again. “You’re not allowed to before I have you squirming on my dick.” He grinned and grabbed the base of Jo’s cock, stopping the flow of blood. “Put on my rubber.”

  Jo whimpered, shocked by that sudden change of pace, but he sat up and quickly opened the condom packet. He suddenly wondered how it would be to put a rubber on another guy, but all worries evaporated from his brain as he watched the thin sheath of latex cling to Mr. B’s amazing dick. He almost wished he’d tasted it earlier, but there would be another time. He was certain this would not be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

  When Mr. B let go of Jo’s dick it was verging on pain to have blood flow freely again, but at least his arousal was slightly subdued now, and he was sure he’d get to experience at least a few minutes of Mr. B fucking him into the mattress.

  Mr. B added more lube and aligned his cock with Jo’s tender asshole. Panting loudly, he looked like an explorer about to make the discovery to change his life. “You better be ready,” Mr. B said with a smug grin and pushed on.

  Jo whimpered in pleasure when the thick cockhead pushed past his entrance, spreading him farther than he was used to. His dildo was definitely smaller than this. But as Mr. B pushed on, Jo was overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness and opened up to the girth. “Fuck, this is so warm...”

  “You are warm,” Mr. B whispered, and as he bowed down, he forced Jo’s body to fold and take in inch after inch.

  Jo opened his mouth, breathless. He grabbed Mr. B’s shoulders and squeezed them hard, relaxed and tense at the same time. He fucking loved this. With Mr. B hovering above him, so handsome, and big, and strong as an ox, he felt completely at ease. Completely content with his life, and he would remain so as long as this amazing guy was there with him.

  “No, B, this feels so good. So damn good.”

  “‘No’?” Mr. B teased and stilled. “Should I stop?” He kissed Jo’s lips with so much affection it was breaking Jo’s heart already.

  He opened his mouth and sucked on Mr. B’s top lip, whining in frustration. It was almost as if there were a void inside him, and only Mr. B’s cock could make him whole again. “Yes. I mean, yes. Don’t stop,” whispered Jo, rubbing his face against Mr. B’s beard.

  Mr. B resumed the steady thrusts of his hips, but then loud ambient music came on along with bright lights that seeped into their hideout through the fabric and rattan. They both went rigid, looking at each other with the same question.

  Mr. B voiced it. “Do we… continue?”

  Jo cursed in his mind, but this was a sex party after all, so it wasn’t like they were doing anything out of the ordinary. Despite misgivings pulling at the back of his brain, he pushed his fingers into Mr. B’s beard and pulled him in for a quick, deep kiss. “Yes. Don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna choke you to death if you do.”

  Mr. B grinned so widely his smile could break his face in half. “Only if it’s with your dick.” He resumed the thrusts with new, enthusiastic vigor, grunting happily, red-cheeked and looking as cheerful as when he ate rosehip jam donuts.

  Jo moaned, shutting him up with a kiss. He didn’t even have to let his mind wander. He was so completely there with Mr. B, so completely at his mercy, so eager. He couldn’t care less if someone heard them fuck. Bits of conversation slowly flew by, intermingling with the soothing chillout music, but he tuned in to the constant movement of their entangled bodies, sensing a warm wave rising inside him as the friction in his ass became hard to bear without getting even more vocal.

  Mr. B watched him from underneath heavy eyelids, their connection so intimate Jo wanted to scream out things that no one but them should hear. Their friendship wasn’t ending. It was entering a whole new level. “I’m gonna come any moment now,” Mr. B whispered into Jo’s ear, forcing Jo’s ass slightly higher. The new angle made his cock outright punch Jo’s prostate with even more precision than before, but it was Mr. B’s hand on his cock that pushed him over the edge. Mr. B jerked him off in the same frantic rhythm in which he fucked Jo.

  Jo couldn’t keep his orgasm quiet and cried out into Mr. B’s neck as the touch to his cock rapidly tipped him over the edge. He welcomed the abyss with open arms and tightened his arms around Mr. B, moving toward him, ready to accept his cum.

  Oh, God, maybe they could do it with no condoms soon? Mr. B had said he and Mr. A had been chaste for the last few months.

  Just thinking about this was beyond hot.

  “Fuck, Jo…” Mr. B groaned, and his cock throbbed so gloriously, he had to be coming. He squeezed Jo with all his strength, and being held close this way by a man was so new and so overwhelming Jo had no idea what to do with it. So he hugged Mr. B back with all the strength he had.r />
  “Yes, come inside me, baby. You feel so fucking good. You feel the best, Mr. B,” he uttered, all sweaty and still riding the murky yet warm waves of pleasure. He pulled Mr. B closer with his legs, shuddering when the warm body stiffened over him.

  Even some whistling and clapping outside wouldn’t make Jo pull away. Mr. B was like a furnace, so hot and heavy on top, and the sex seemed to have melted them together in a completely new way.

  Jo rubbed his sweaty cheek against Mr. B’s face and hugged him even tighter, feeling so mellow and warm, as if they’d truly melted together, creating an entirely different entity. He languidly stroked his hands down Mr. B’s body, touched his toes against the rough fabric of his lowered shorts, as if the people beyond the bed were just an illusion. “Don’t fall asleep.”

  “It’s so hard though,” Mr. B muttered, tickling Jo’s ear with his beard.

  “I know, but you can’t leave me alone with this. And you need to pull out soon,” Jo said, remembering the condom. They needed to dispose of it.

  Mr. B hugged Jo tight with a deep sigh. “There’s people outside. Should we just stay here until they go away?”

  Jo snorted and crooked his neck, rubbing his nose against Mr. B’s. There was a layer of sweat on their skin, conducting electricity between the currents in their bodies. “I don’t think they’re going away any time soon, baby.”

  Mr. B slowly pulled out, making Jo’s knees soft. “I love it when you call me that.”

  Jo swallowed, letting his eyes shut from the pleasure of the motion inside him. He was already missing that thick dick, but he knew he’d get it again. “What? Mr. Baby?” asked Jo, grinning.

  Mr. B groaned and fiddled around with some tissues. “That’s horrible,” he said but his fingers were back to teasing Jo’s tender hole in no time. Jo whimpered and rocked his hips against the touch, still so sensitive he couldn’t help his arousal not going down.

  “Then what, baby?” he asked, rubbing his palms against Mr. B’s hairy chest.

  “I changed my mind. I don’t like it anymore.” Mr. B leaned down to kiss Jo sweetly.

  Jo pulled him down, only to roll them over unexpectedly. Mr. B yelped when he fell down, and Jo grimaced when he got his back off the pillows, and the sweat-sticky leather clung to his skin. “Oh no. I must call you that more often then.”

  Mr. B whined, but slid his hands up Jo’s thighs. “I’ve got bad news.”

  Jo nuzzled his cheek, trying not to focus on the growing noise beyond their hideout. “What is it?”

  “I need to pee.”

  Jo snorted and teasingly moved his fingers down Mr. B’s stomach. “Just hold it in.”

  “Yeah, but how long can I do that? Five minutes?” He bit back a smile. “Should I stick out just the tip?”

  Jo groaned and rubbed his face against Mr. B’s beard. “Oh, God. We’re in a garden, not in the woods!”

  Mr. B entangled Jo in a hug. “And I don’t wanna have people watch me pee anyway. I could… sneak out and come back?”

  Jo smirked and patted the sheets to find his top. He didn’t want to move yet, but there was nothing to be done. “Nah. I say let’s go somewhere quiet. I’m not really feeling this party.”

  By the expression of relief on Mr. B’s face, he imagined that being the case for him as well. Mr. B passed Jo some tissues, and pulled up his underwear quickly. “Maybe we could go to your place? It’s much closer.”

  Jo nodded and quickly wiped his skin clean of sperm. It was a bit risky, but then again, he had his own space in his parents’ house, complete with its own entrance. And it wasn’t like this would be Mr. B’s first visit either. He just wanted to be alone with him, with no interference or eavesdropping. “We’ll get some takeout on the way, what do you say? We should celebrate,” he said, fumbling with his other clothes.

  Mr. B grinned at him, getting his clothes in order. “The man with the best ideas.”

  It didn’t take them very long, though Jo felt apprehensive about exiting their little cocoon of privacy and took a longer time than necessary to wipe down the leather pillows and mattress with the tissues. But from the sounds of it, the party was in full swing now, so there was a fair chance no one would pay any attention to the two guys sneaking out.

  Mr. B decided to be the hero and pulled up the sunroof, stepping outside first. “All clear,” he whispered as if they were in a spy movie.

  Jo laughed and pushed his legs over the edge of the bed, accepting Mr. B’s hand as he stepped out into the sea of violets and purples that provided the only light on the roof. The ambient music was far less invasive than the one thudding downstairs, but it still rattled his brain and made him wish to leave as soon as possible. He squeezed Mr. B’s hand harder and tossed the used tissues into a nearby trash can. He couldn’t help feeling self-conscious about other people now so clearly knowing he’d slept with a guy, even if they didn’t know it had been only his second time doing that, and they didn’t know him.

  Logically speaking, he had no reasons to be awkward about it if all those guys were perfect strangers, but he still kept his gaze low and followed Mr. B’s lead, acutely conscious of the pleasant soreness between his buttocks.

  “Jo?” Mr. A yelled somewhere behind them, and then his voice got closer. “I knew it was you!”

  Jo wanted to just flee like last time, but Mr. B was already turning around, and he wasn’t letting go of Jo’s hand, effectively pinning him in place. Jo felt compelled to follow his example, only now thinking of how dishevelled his hair felt after all the tossing and turning on the bed. Mr. B’s face still had that rosy color, and Jo likely didn’t look any more innocent either.

  Mr. A was coming at them like a bulldozer through a crowd of people, who were here to chill out in a less noisy environment—though some of that chilling out seemed to involve blowjobs—and there was nowhere to run.

  Mr. A raised his eyebrows high with a smirk worthy of a cartoon villain. “So. You’ve decided to come out,” he said, gesturing to the bed, which could as well be called a den of sin.

  Jo squeezed his fingers on Mr. B’s hand so hard it must have hurt, but Mr. B didn’t let go nevertheless.

  Jo had no idea what to say. He’d been shot so unexpectedly the sniper had all the time in the world to deliver another blow.

  Mr. A stopped in front of them with a bottle of craft beer that Jo didn’t yet know—must be a new brewery!—and raised one bushy eyebrow, nodding at their hands. “Are congratulations in order? You’ve been pining for my ex for the last two years, and now you’ve succeeded. Well done partisan work.”

  Mr. B’s hand was getting sweaty, but he was still the one to answer Mr. A. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t even know Jo was into guys.”

  Mr. A rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You should have figured that one out when he bought you a pair of underpants on his trip to Canada. And wouldn’t stop calling you every day while he was there.”

  Jo took a deep breath. “They have an ax-print! I didn’t buy it as sexy underwear!” Even though they were very sexy on Mr. B, and he loved seeing them in the Crossfit locker room. He licked his lips. Okay, so maybe he had been waiting for Mr. A and Mr. B to break up, but it wasn’t like Mr. B himself knew of it, and Jo had waited, like a good boy. “You’re seeing things.”

  Mr. A pointedly glared at their intertwined hands. “I’m seeing things? I’m just surprised it took me so long to catch you in the act.”

  Mr. B groaned. “Because nothing was happening. Unlike with you, looking for other guys—”

  Mr. A raised his hand. “For the record, I never cheated on you. I only ever slept with anyone else after we opened up our relationship. I just want truth. Were you two fucking on those ‘camping trips’?”

  Jo wanted to disappear. “Of course not. Christ, how many times do we have to say this? Nothing was going on.”

  Mr. A shook his head and took a swig of beer. “Right. Just like you were the straight friend. I can see just
how straight you are.”

  Mr. B stepped forward, never letting go of Jo’s hand. “Have some empathy. It’s all fresh for him. He doesn’t have to define himself.”

  “Oh, so that’s how it is? You think you’re so hot you turned a straight guy gay?” Mr. A turned his gaze to Jo. “I do admit he gives amazing head.”

  Jo blinked, looking between the two men. He couldn’t believe how much of an asshole Mr. A was. “Shut up, Arnold. He’s right here. And I didn’t fall for him because of how good he is in bed. His personality—”

  Mr. A whistled, frowning. “Wait, how do you know my n—” He transferred his gaze to Mr. B. “Oh, that is so fucking below the belt, Bernard.”

  Mr. B groaned. “I got drunk…”

  Mr. A raised his beer to them. “Save it. Have a good life, and don’t invite me to the wedding.”

  Jo tugged on Mr. B’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go,” he said, uncomfortable about the idea of ever facing Mr. A again. The guy was an asshole, but that didn’t mean he was wrong about everything he said. If Mr. B found out about Jo’s interest earlier... things might get out of control, and he was not entirely comfortable with that thought.

  He was a good guy. He was not a home-wrecker.

  Mr. B soothed Jo’s heart with a kiss to his temple, but that didn’t help with the anxiety of being kissed by a man in public. Even if this was an all-male event.

  Chapter 6

  Mr. B wished the time could freeze, encapsulating him and Jo in that moment of perfect peace and happiness just after sex. The sunlight was coming in through the only window high up on the wall, and it drew bright lights over Jo’s naked flesh where it peeked out from underneath the thin comforter. Mr. B’s muscles felt lazy, his thighs ached from delivering the hard thrusts Jo had begged him for just moments ago, and his head spun with all the tender thoughts in the world.