Andy Barrett.

I had Casey against the car door. One hand at the back of his head to keep his face pressed to mine. I was kissing him like my life depended on it.

After we had scared the manager of a rival gym after one of his staff had tried to tamper with a piece of equipment at ours, I had been overcome with emotion for Casey. We had found ourselves kissing each other in the dead of night at the parking lot.

Without pulling away, I opened the car door and we climbed in the back, entangling our legs with each other. Rubbing my chest against his, feeling his fingers roam my spine. A kissed his neck and heard him gasp. This was a very very strange moment for me. Leading one of my hands down his stomach and to his pants, Casey froze, but instead of doing the same, I kissed him hard, to make him realize he wanted this. Tearing away any doubts he had. If we stopped now I was afraid what would happen.

Listening to him breath behind my lips, my hand made its journey onto his bare flesh. Giving him a sense of control as Casey reacted to every second. Gasping, kissing, writhing under me. Unable to stay still as I brought him to a earth shattering climax.

Feeling Casey struggle under me to get his composure and some form of control back he then lifted one of my legs up to his side and slowly moved his hands against me and gave as good as he got. Grabbing him tight, unable to keep my mouth shut, I let him do whatever he wanted.

Five minutes later I was stood outside the car straightening up as Casey was doing the same inside the back seat. Unable to accept I let him take control. I felt week and stupid. Touching him felt better than having him gain control. Not even for a little bit. After a couple of seconds I decided to walk home and left Casey with the car. Thinking.