by A. J. Truman
Rafe grunted like they were on the pitch again. I’m going to make you grunt so much tonight. Up and down his hand went on Rafe’s shaft, but Eamonn also got greedy. He traveled further down. One finger crested at the base of Rafe’s firm ass, right over his pink hole. He made Rafe fucking vibrate. Eamonn’s cock was going to tear a fucking hole in his trousers.
“You like this?” He rubbed it around the rim.
Rafe nodded manically. Rafe lifted his legs.
“Someone’s eager,” Eamonn said.
Eamonn bit at his bottom lip, his scruff scratching against Rafe’s chin, while his finger kept circling down south. He didn’t want this night to end, but still wanted it to go as fast as possible. He tried to stretch it out as much as his body would let him…and his body was running out of patience.
He unbuttoned Rafe’s shirt and threw it against the wall, leaving him stark naked on his bed. Eamonn still had on his jeans, a power imbalance that seemed to turn Rafe on even more.
Eamonn smacked two fingers against his hole, as if he were a junkie trying to find a vein. Each time, Rafe cried out in pleasure.
“You don’t want Heath and Louisa to hear you.”
Smack.
“Or maybe you do.”
Rafe let out a moan that screamed “Yeah, I fucking do!” Eamonn licked off the pre-cum pooling on Rafe’s smooth, fit stomach. Rafe whimpered under his tongue.
Eamonn was officially high on lust. He threw Rafe’s legs back so that his thighs hit his stomach, and before Rafe had a chance to moan, Eamonn’s tongue was in his ass. Rafe held his legs close to his stomach.
“I didn’t say you could move your hands.”
Rafe took hold of the headboard as Eamonn went to town on his tight, pink ass, getting him nice and wet.
“Eamonn, this feels so good.” Rafe covered his mouth with his ankle and let out another low moan.
Smack.
Smack.
And on the third smack, he slid two fingers into Rafe.
Rafe was practically begging for more. Not practically. Actually.
“Please please Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.” He was speaking in tongues. Eamonn had never had this effect on any guy. He was on the verge of soaking his boxers with come.
“You like having two fingers up your bum?” Eamonn gave that hole a spit shine. And he spanked that pale ass. How fucking dare it wiggle at the snooker table, teasing him in public view.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Eamonn slipped his fingers in and out in quick succession. He kissed Rafe, giving Rafe a taste of himself.
Rafe bit his leg. He was completely out of control, a plane spiraling for the ground, with the flight attendants yelling at passengers to put their heads between their knees.
“You want me to tongue your ass again?”
Rafe didn’t answer. His eyes glowed in a daze. Eamonn could feel his pulse pumping under his sweaty skin. He caught his breath and seemed to be hurtled into another galaxy.
“Rafe? You doing all right, mate?”
“Fuck me.”
“What?” Eamonn asked, caught off-guard.
“I want you to fuck me, Eamonn.”
RAFE
Rafe had always been a well-behaved child. He was never one to throw a temper tantrum. But sometimes, words weren’t enough. Sometimes, you just had to thrash and yell. He had been possessed tonight, completely taken over by Eamonn’s hands and muscles and tongue and eyes, which were like black islands in the middle of the sea. Now, he wanted to be dominated by his cock.
“Fuck me, Eamonn.”
Rafe liked saying his name aloud. It was a constant reminder that this was real and this guy who he found indescribably hot was all over him.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” Rafe hadn’t planned this. He imagined it happening the night before he left to return to America, that it would be the figurative and literal climax to his adventure.
But fuck that.
Adventures weren’t meant to be planned. If there was ever a moment meant to be seized, it was this one. He felt comfortable and safe in Eamonn’s arms. He knew in his bones that this was the right time and this was the right person.
“I don’t know if this is relevant, but, um, I am a virgin,” Rafe admitted. He didn’t feel ashamed about it like he thought he would, just a little embarrassed about his timing. But when was a good time to tell a guy he was going to take your cherry?
“I kind of assumed that.”
“Oh.”
“And you’re certain you’re ready? I don’t want to rush you.”
“I want to have sex,” he said, the answer as clear as Eamonn’s crystal blue eyes. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
“More than anything.” Eamonn said it more seriously than Rafe expected.
“Tell me what you want to do to me?” Rafe couldn’t believe he was asking these questions, but he was dying to hear Eamonn’s raspy voice.
“I want to grab you by your hair and shove my cock deep inside your throat and make you lick my balls. I want to bury your prick in my mouth. Suck you off until you’re about to come. But you wouldn’t. Because I still need to fuck you.”
Rafe nodded for him to keep going. His shivered with a feeling of want that consumed him completely. He was a car going 100 miles per hour and shaking from the speed, no brake pedal in sight.
“But right now, what I want most is to press my warm, throbbing cock into your tight arse. When I take it out, you would scream for more.” He bit Rafe’s ear lobe. “You would fucking beg me for it.”
It was like he had recited a Shakespearean sonnet.
Eamonn reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube. “I’ll go gentle.”
“Gentle’s good. But not too gentle,” Rafe said.
He gasped when the cold lube hit his opening. Eamonn’s fingers slid back into him and he had to admit that sex prep was very unsexy. It was more like surgical prep. But he savored the sight of Eamonn shirtless, his pecs firm, his pants hung low on his hips, that happy trail teasing Rafe.
“Enjoying the show?” Eamonn asked.
“Very much so.”
Eamonn dragged out the rest of his undress. His fingers pushed down his pants slowly, inch by inch (or centimeter by centimeter) revealing Eamonn’s solid thighs and raging, thick cock.
“Uh uh. That’s my job.” Eamonn nodded at Rafe’s crotch, where without realizing it, he was stroking himself. “I told you to keep your hands up.”
Rafe held onto the headboard. He hated to admit that a part of him would always be teacher’s pet, eager to please. Eamonn rolled on the condom and slicked himself up. This was about to happen. In a minute, he was going to have sex for the first time.
He found Eamonn’s eyes through the mess of legs and sticky heat enveloping the room. They shared this look that was nothing short of cosmic.
Rafe cried out in some pleasure and some pain when Eamonn entered him. He went slowly, but it was a major breach, as his cock was thicker than his two fingers.
“Still with me?” Eamonn asked.
“Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No.”
Eamonn slid in and out, carefully. Rafe could tell he was holding himself back. Eamonn leaned forward and kissed Rafe softly, another one of those tender moments in the heat. Electricity flickered on his lips.
Rafe reached for his cock, but Eamonn beat him to it. “I said that’s my job.”
Eamonn jerked him off, and that counteracted any discomfort below. It turned it into pleasure. Rafe’s dick slipped between Eamonn’s lubed-up fist.
Eamonn’s strong build hovered above him. His pecs and biceps flexed with each thrust and jerk of Rafe’s cock. He slammed into Rafe’s ass, and the slapping sound was as much a turn on as the smack sound of his fingers. Each slam was another firework being lit.
“Harder,” Rafe breathed out. He more he leaned into the pain, the more it turned to pleasure.
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Eamonn’s lips quirked up into a sly smile. “If you say so.”
He jackhammered Rafe’s ass, sending hard, sweaty thrusts of his cock deep inside him. Drops of sweat fell down Eamonn’s head and dabbed onto Rafe’s stomach. He was going so hard and fast that Rafe couldn’t tell when he was in or out of him. It was firework after firework in some kind of grand medley. Rafe’s body expanded to accommodate all Eamonn had to offer.
“Fuck me, Eamonn. Eamonn…” And Rafe was out of breath again. He didn’t want to catch it. He wanted to lose himself completely.
And then Eamonn was out, and Rafe felt a gaping emptiness in his midsection.
“You still want this cock?”
“Yes. Please. Please keep fucking me.” Rafe begged for his fucking life.
“You have to ask nice.”
“I want you to drill me until my fucking legs fall off.”
Or not. Eamonn’s mouth dropped open. He wasn’t the only one who could talk dirty.
“Right.” Eamonn plunged into Rafe and grabbed his cock in his slicked-up fist, pumping him while pumping inside his hole. Rafe surrendered to this two-pronged attack. His gasped for air under Eamonn’s hot, sweaty hands. Eamonn’s face pinched and twisted as he edged to orgasm.
That was enough to throw Rafe over the edge himself.
“I’m…I’m…” He couldn’t even get the words out. He just listened to Eamonn grunting and his balls slapping against his ass and the bed creaking.
“I want you to come. Shoot that spunk all over your fucking chest.”
And Rafe did. Wave after wave of come streamed out, hitting his chest and Eamonn’s forearms. A few seconds later, Eamonn let out the sexiest, most helpless moan and unloaded inside his devirginized ass.
Eamonn tossed the condom in the trash and joined Rafe on the bed. His sweaty chest glistened in the light. Rafe ran a finger down the curves of his abs. The room smelled of the saltiness and tangy smell that Rafe could only describe as sex. The room smelled of sex, sex that I just had.
“That was amazing,” Rafe said. “I would totally give your dick five stars on Yelp.”
“And I’d give your bum five stars. It’s a great place for eating out.”
Rafe covered his face with a pillow. Eamonn’s laughter filled up the room. Rafe was half-embarrassed, and half-hard.
“Rafe.”
He removed the pillow. Eamonn stared at him and all humor dissipated. He pushed hair out of Rafe’s eyes, and it was like he was seeing him for the first time. Everything got pindrop quiet. All Rafe could hear was the beating of his heart.
“Yes?” Rafe asked.
But Eamonn didn’t say anything. He just kept gazing at him, and Rafe wondered what he saw, perhaps parts of him he didn’t know were on display.
They fell asleep, Rafe tucked inside Eamonn’s arms, their fingers interlocked. Connection.
Chapter 18
EAMONN – ONE MONTH LATER
The unrelenting sunshine of the morning streamed through Eamonn’s window. He tried to block it out as much as possible without getting up and closing the blinds. He didn’t want to leave the bed.
He spooned Rafe tight in his arms, practically cocooning him. This past month had been nothing short of a dream. Rafe and Eamonn couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Most nights after coming home from the pubs, one of them would wind up in the other’s room, and both of their dicks would wind up in each other’s mouths or elsewhere. Twice, they weren’t able to wait until they left the pub. Rafe had gotten better at snooker, and after a heated game at Laffly’s, Eamonn pulled him into a bathroom stall, yanked his jeans down, and slapped his bum.
“I do not wiggle my butt when I play,” Rafe insisted.
“Oh yes you fucking do.”
Eamonn slapped his arse again. The noise echoed in the bathroom, turning Rafe as hard as his butt cheek.
“Everyone heard that!” Rafe said between kisses.
“Rubbish.”
Two loud bangs on the stall door said otherwise.
“Oy! Bathrooms are for pissing and shitting!” The bouncer yelled in a deep, authoritative voice.
“Sorry, mate,” Eamonn yelled through the stall door.
“Take it outside.” He was pretty much Paul Bunyan in the flesh, and there was no compromise here.
“We’ll keep our hands off each other,” Eamonn said. Rafe buttoned up his trousers, and they left the stall.
“We were just snogging,” Rafe said.
The bouncer’s eyes traveled south to the two huge, unmistakable boners poking at their jeans. He shook his head, like he was too old for this shit. “Get your rocks off elsewhere.”
“Wait, you’re seriously kicking us out a gay bar for making out?” Rafe asked.
“Seriously, mate.”
“Doesn’t that seem slightly homophobic? For all you know, we could be hiding from our wives.”
“That’s what hotel rooms are for. Out you go. Don’t make me ask you again.”
He ushered them out of the bathroom. Rafe and Eamonn began the walk of shame. Patrons gave them a round of applause and whistles as they made their way to the front door.
“I can’t believe we got kicked out of a gay bar,” Rafe said.
“It’s all part of the adventure,” Eamonn said. He pulled Rafe into a kiss. He would never get tired of those lips.
And now it was November. Rafe would be leaving in six weeks. Not that Eamonn was keeping count, but whenever he saw the date on his phone or passed by a calendar, that’s where his thoughts instantly went. They hadn’t put a definition on what they were doing. They tried to keep this casual, just very good friends with benefits. He wondered if Rafe felt the same way, but he didn’t want to rock this boat.
“I’m surprised you don’t smoke a cigarette after sex,” Rafe had said a few nights ago. “Isn’t that a thing?”
“I reckon I should give up smoking. The whole lung cancer thing.” Eamonn hadn’t thought about rolling a cigarette in a while. He wouldn’t say he stopped for Rafe, but Rafe’s smile of approval was definitely not a deterrent.
Rafe’s eyes cracked open, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. “I think I smell Louisa making a grilled cheese on toast,” he said.
“It’s just called cheese on toast.”
Rafe smiled and kissed Eamonn. He stood up, and Eamonn took in that gorgeous body in all its naked glory.
Minutes later, they were in Eamonn’s shower together, soaping each other up, running their hands all over their slick chests and backs. Eamonn’s hands traversed Rafe’s body, skiing over every bump and curve. A waterfall cascaded over Rafe’s stomach. He had abs from being naturally skinny, not because he’d spent any time at the gym. Once Eamonn’s fingers skimmed over Rafe’s pert ass, he knew where this was going. Although to be fair, when two people got in a shower together, everyone knew where this was going.
He picked up Rafe and pushed him against the shower wall. They kissed under the showerhead, water flooding between them, but not even close to stopping them.
“I still fucking like you,” Eamonn said.
“I…you…” Rafe uttered out between kisses. Though in his defense, Eamonn had his tongue in his ear, scrambling his cognitive functionality.
Eamonn’s cock pressed against Rafe’s opening. He couldn’t get enough of Rafe’s flesh. He wanted them to get dirty all over again.
Moments later, Rafe had his hands against the shower wall, and Eamonn had his tongue against Rafe’s arse. He spanked that bouncy bum hard, and it echoed in the bathroom.
“Don’t be so loud!” Rafe admonished.
“I’ll be as loud as I fucking want. Heath and Louisa already know we’re shagging.” He went to town on that tight hole. He liked the mix of the fresh soap with Rafe’s natural manly scent. He stroked his own cock, too.
As steamy as shower sex was, in reality, it was impossible. Well, impossible unless you enjoyed pain. Eamonn had learned this lesson already. Water was not the same as wa
ter-based lubricant. Water was actually the enemy of anal sex.
Eamonn swiped a condom and a bottle of lube from his nightstand and darted back into the bathroom. He carried Rafe to the bathroom counter and slicked both of them up. Rafe wrapped his legs against Eamonn once more as Eamonn pushed inside him. He gazed into Rafe’s eyes with each thrust.
“Eamonn,” Rafe whispered against his lips. Drops of water hung from his hair and his eyelashes. “Eamonn.”
“Rafe.” Eamonn’s whole body shook with orgasm. He held Rafe as close to him as possible as he came.
Not to leave Rafe empty-handed, when he caught his breath, Eamonn got on his knees and took Rafe’s cock in his mouth. Rafe held onto the bathroom sink and thrust his hips forward. Eamonn tasted bitter pre-cum on his tongue. Rafe grabbed onto Eamonn’s hair and fucked his mouth for a few seconds.
“You drive on the left side of the road for five minutes, and suddenly you’re Mr. Bossy,” Eamonn said in between licking his balls. The lusty look he gave Rafe was his full-hearted approval.
Eamonn took his cock to the base, and soon his mouth filled with Rafe’s spunk. Rafe nearly collapsed shooting his load. Eamonn caught him just in time.
“I think I need some food,” Rafe said.
“Let’s clean ourselves off first.” Eamonn pointed to the already-running shower.
“That’s so convenient!”
After the shower, where they showered for real this time, Rafe put on his clothes from yesterday. In solidarity, Eamonn did the same. The smell of cheese on toast overtook his senses and compelled him and Rafe to the kitchen.
Rafe did a little spin on his way into the kitchen, as if his life was a piece of musical theater. “Louisa, I’m craving one of your cheese on toasts—”
Eamonn swung open the kitchen door and went just as silent as Rafe. Heath and Louisa sat at the table, but Rafe’s seat was occupied. The familiar slinky smile and red hair looking back at him made Eamonn turn into one of those Stonehenge rocks.
“This must be the Token Yank,” Nathan said. He stood up and held out his hand to Rafe. “Hiya, mate. Thanks for keeping my room warm.”
Chapter 19