I want you to put on a show. What would you love to do?
What would you love to say? what would you love?
Rain thundered against rooftops, sidewalks and pedestrians with equal apathy as a laughing couple stumbled into a ritzy downtown hotel. Dripping wet, arms wrapped around each other, the two made their way up to the front desk and then, key in hand, fell in a tangled heap onto the floor of the elevator.
Still laughing, the taller, darker young man detangled himself carefully and pushed to his feet, hitting a button and pulling up his lover. As the box began to move, the two began kissing, the smaller brunette pushed up against the wall and two sets of hands roaming wildly. They barely made it clothed to the rental room.
Skittery shoved his lover down, a wickedly playful smile in place. "So show me."
Snitch, breathless, giggling and flushed, tried and failed to shoot him an innocent look. "Show you?" Water droplets ran down from his hairline, catching on his eyelashes and sliding down soaked newly exposed skin. Skittery groaned softly, pulling him back up only enough the rip the rest of his clothing off.
"Everything. Show me everything." The need made Snitch smile, and he shoved his lover back hard, sending him tumbling into a nearby armchair. Slowly, he pushed himself back up on the bed, running a hand down his chest slowly.
"Everything it is," he murmured, voice suddenly dropping an octive.
Skittery watched, dazed, as the dripping man lightly ran fingertips over himself, down over his hips and along his thighs. Panting with desire, he had to hold on to the armrests to keep himself from taking him right there. Snitch was gorgeous. Brown eyes glazed with desire, lashes lowered, glittering, to cast a shade, making them darker than ever. Skin golden and gleaming, taut over muscles now straining against the sheets, chest rising and falling hard. As his slim fingers ran up and down his shaft gently, Skittery's name on perfect lips, his lover shoved suddenly to his feet, throwing himself at the smaller boy.
Groaning, Skittery attacked his throat, leaving burning kisses along the skin. "Enough," he panted between kisses as Snitch squirmed under him, pleased mewls escaping softly. "Enough…oh, damn I can't take it."
He jerked him up hard, sucking and dragging his teeth over one pink nipple and forcing off his own trousers. He needed him. Now. As the two rolled on the sheets, both panting and getting more and more desperate, Skittery's clothes were carelessly dropped over the side. Finally, they ended back up in the same position, Skittery straddling the other on all fours and pressuring his entrance gently. Snitch whined, pushing against the other irritably, brows knitting over darkened eyes. "Skittery…."
Skittery shivered. The sound and tone of his lover's voice was enough to make him finish right there. Quickly, he shoved in, the warmth almost immediately overwhelming. With a low groan of pleasure, he took him, hard and fast, unable to control himself any longer than that. It didn't take the two of them long to reach a peak—they'd both been waiting just to touch all day. Now, with his gorgeous lover beneath him and their rain soaked skin pressed tight together, Skittery was losing himself.
As he collapsed next to the smaller boy, wrapping him in his arms, Snitch snuggled in. He was still trembling. "How was that for everything," he murmured, brown eyes raising up to meet his husband's.
"You're perfect." Skittery yawned. "And we're doing this again next month."
Snitch smiled, ducking his head down to bury it in his chest and, content on top of the blankets of the expensive bed, the two went to sleep.