After the events of that night, Rod woke up at his home the next morning with his knee more sore than usual. Applying the cream didn't help as much as it usually did and when getting to Allen's house that day Allen noticed him nursing and rubbing the afflicted knee. After that, Allen withheld on instigating anything sexual out of fear of prolonging Rod.
The first time going without sex was difficult, more for Allen than Rod. Rod was too preoccupied with his sore knee to be concerned with his libido. The days that followed Allen carried himself a little more on edge than usual but never resisted affectionate down time in bed with Rod. They'd talk and cuddle, both of them mindful of their on and off erections.
The days that followed them were uneventful until Saturday rolled around, the Gardening Tour to take place. The town gathered to view what display Rachel arranged. Rod had promised her he would attend and he intended to follow through with it. Allen didn't care much for the idea but attended with Rod anyways , not liking the idea of him amongst a crowd of people while confined to crutches.
It wasn't easy to move amongst the attendants while using crutches, many out of town guests at the event. Allen stayed close to Rod, taking notice of the multiple rude people who bumped him without apology as they gathered to view the Garden Rachel arranged. Trying to look out for Rod, Allen moved in closer to him.
Rod shyed away whenever Allen got too close for what he felt was supposed to look like platonic behavior, the redhead becoming concerned as his boyfriend was bumped and pushed around. Not one of the out of town guests surrounding them was mindful of his crutches and it peeved Allen to no end. Centering himself, Allen resisted the urge voice his biting words all for the consideration to Rod who begged him not to lash out. Allen's overall aggravation was rooted to the unmannered behavior, fueled by underlying sexual frustration that began seeping in to his overall being.
"Excuse me!"
A person ran by, their swinging arm almost knocking a crutch out from under Rod. Allen caught the crutch, temper flaring within. He held the crutch it upright for Rod before it nearly fell and sabotaged his balance. Rod thanked him quietly, having had a small heart attack when he thought he would plummet to the ground. After that Allen didn't leave Rod's side, not caring if his boyfriend was paranoid.
As Dunhill was getting the crowd's attention, someone came up on Allen's left. He looked over, expecting another unmannered visitor but saw it was just Iroha, the soft spoken blacksmith. She greeted Rod and Allen, happy to find familiar faces amongst the crowd finally. Dunhill whistled to quiet everyone and all eyes were on him.
"Great to see everyone here, today!"
Dunhill introduced Rachel and she waved to everyone happily, excited to present her efforts. For her garden she relied to heavily on bushes, flowers adorning the corners. A couple benches were placed parallel of each other and a simple fountain was in the center. It was a fairly nice display, nothing unique about it. Everyone looked on, walking around to observe. Iroha stayed close by with Allen and Rod. She looked at Rachel's garden, face not very impressed. She shrugged and spoke aloud to herself.
"This looks familiar." She commented, looking over at Allen and Rod. "Come to think of it, I've seen gardens like this in places where I've trained."
Allen had his arm crossed, inspecting Rachel's work. Cynical as ever.
"Doesn't that mean this garden isn't much different from gardening of ordinary homes there?"
"Precisely." She affirmed, her interest in the display quickly dying. "I'm not very impressed."
To himself Rod admitted that Rachel's display wasn't anything special. It was average. The crowd of people seemed to agree. The donation box was set out and guests dropped in spare change for her efforts, donating for the next season's Gardening Tour. Dunhill closed the event and visitors began making their way out .
Rachel wasn't a chipper as her usual self, speaking with Dunhill off to the side. She nodded sadly as he told her something in private, the interaction ending with him patting her shoulder reassuringly. He walked off and Iroha stood with Allen and Rod still, talking casually with the two men.
"I must say, Rachel's hair looks nice. I only bring it up because I know you're to credit for that" Iroha brought up, looking in the direction Rachel was. "Her hair was looking a bit neglected. I was worried but didn't know what to say. I'm glad she went and saw your before the event. "
"Your friend spends her time absorbed in other priorities. She spends more time brushing the livestock than she does her own hair."
" Good job none the less. Maybe I'll drop in next week to have you fix mine."
The blonde farmer spotted the group and walked over, looking a bit crestfallen. She greeted them, holding the donation box. Iroha offered some encouragement for the effort and Allen dismissed the conversation. He didn't comment, not feeling obligated to offer Rachel any sort of praise for her mediocre public project.
"Just learn from this time." Iroha told her, meaning well. "You'll do better next time."
"Hopefully I'll do better. I'm pretty disappointed in myself."
Iroha gave her a pat on the arm and left to get back to her forging. Rachel looked to the two men and neither said anything. Allen out of apathy and Rod out of just not knowing what to say. Rachel's face flickered with sadness and Rod spoke up, Allen watching with interest for what he'd say.
"Hey...I know you didn't get the best score but your display was still nice. " Rod said, hoping to cheer her up. "I thought it was nice, there's always next time anyways."
"Aww, thanks Rod. You're so nice."
Taking the encouragement to heart, Rachel brightened. She smiled and used one arm to hug him as she held the donation box to her side. She leaned up on her tip toes to get around his neck and she pulled away much happier than when she arrived. She waved them goodbye and then jogged off in the direction of her friend Tina who waved her over.
Allen didn't look pleased at what took place, scowling as she ran off. Rod looked up at Allen to ask what they were going to be up to for the rest of the day but froze upon seeing Allen's disgruntled body language. It was the third time that week he saw Allen's mood turn sour so abruptly, and it worried him.
"What's up with you?" Rod asked him, leaning his weight on the crutches to rest his arms being the crutches were becoming tiring to use all the time. "You look mad again..."
"I'm not mad." Allen replied stiffly.
The words Allen shot out didn't match his tone. He was upset. Rod's face fell at Allen's sharp reply, his baby blue eyes blinking rapidly at the curt reply. He faltered to say something back, not having been ready for Allen's anger.
"Yes you are...why are you mad? This is the third time this week, what's going on?" Rod eventually asked, recovering from the pause. "If I'm doing something you need to tell me."
"It's not you, don't take it so personally."
"That's easy for you to say, you're not on the receiving end of that pissed off look."
Allen almost responded back defensively but stopped himself as he took in Rod's dejected face. He had his brow furrowed slightly, eye's worried. It was clear Rod was taking Allen's behavior to heart, blaming himself for something he didn't know what it was he did. That wasn't what Allen wanted at all.
"Look at your face...now I feel like an asshole." he sighed. " Don't look so sad, I'm not mad at you."
"Promise?"
"I promise... Let's not get in to it here. We'll talk about it later."
When later came Rod and Allen were back at the pet shop owner's home. Allen and Rod were sitting at the table, Allen reading a book as Rod looked over some animal charts Neil had dropped off for him. After going over the work Neil had put in for the pets, Rod gathered the papers together and piled them off to the side. He tapped his fingers mindlessly on the table top, little gentle taps as he didn't know how to bring up the incident at the Gardening Tour.
"Something on your mind?" Allen's voice piped up as he turned a page, not looking up from the book. Some novel or another. "Do you want to talk?"
"Kinda..."
"It's a 'yes' or 'no' question." Allen reprimanded simply, still reading. "Talk to me, what's going on?"
Rod checked to see if Allen had looked up from the book. When he saw that his eyes were still pointed down as he read over a page he found it easier to come out and say what was on his mind. With the reminder to himself that Allen told him they'd talk about it later on, Rod spoke up.
"Well...what happened earlier?" Rod began, twiddling his thumbs. " You were mad."
"It's not important." Allen dismissed.
"You said we'd talk about it"
Still reading, Allen took a breath. He turned the page.
"It's Rachel" Allen revealed, eyes on the words he was reading. "I don't care for her. Her presence gnaws on my nerves. "
"….why?"
Lifting his eyes from the book, Allen gave Rod a painfully simple look.
"Does it matter?" Allen challenged, sounding disinterested.
"I'm just curious, Allen. She's a nice person...I don't understand what the problem is."
"The problem is she has no consideration."
In terms of the replies Rod expected, the answer Allen gave was far off the mark. It confused him as he was unable to conclude how Rachel's actions made her inconsiderate. Wanting to be enlightened, Rod asked Allen to elaborate.
" She comes to see me with a rat's nest for hair each month or so and leaves with a beautiful fix each time. As good as I am at my job, it's not easy to bring such a disaster back to something so flattering but she doesn't seem to care much." Allen ranted rather flatly, not caring for how rude he sounded now. " She's a mess. I don't appreciate her blatant disrespect to the effort I put in. Fuck her."
"Ok...I get that..." Rod assured Allen, seeing how Rachel's behavior would be perceived as rude to his boyfriend. " But what does that have to do with the Gardening Tour earlier? Her hair looked great."
Allen paused, taking in Rod's question. He looked like he'd been caught unprepared, not having an answer. He looked at Rod, apparently unable to form what would have been an excuse. Rod looked at him, very confused. Suddenly the book Allen was reading was dropped on the table top in an annoyed huff.
" She needs to quit hanging off you." he threw it out there, straight to the root of his aggravation. " She likes you and I know you're too naïve to really see it but I can see it. I don't like it. At all."
"….is that it?"
"What do you mean 'that's it'?" Allen asked, not pleased. " You're my boyfriend, not that anyone knows. I don't appreciate Rachel crossing a line I can't even openly defend."
Jealousy out in the open, Allen averted his eyes for a moment. Something Allen was huge on was his confidence. He didn't let much bother him and if something did bother him he didn't ever bring it up unless it was actually relevant. Something so small as Rachel's crush on Rod seemed like an insecurity to himself, and insecure was something he just wasn't.
It was flattering to discover Allen was jealous, even if he hadn't come out and directly admitted it. It was also ridiculous, at least Rod felt it was ridiculous. Allen didn't need to be threatened by Rachel, and he couldn't fully understand why Allen was. Rod looked at him, gears turning in his head.
"What's with the look?"
"Nothing really, it's just...so weird seeing you jealous." Rod explained, truly perplexed. " You're so sure of yourself all the time, why the sudden insecurity?"
"I'm not being insecure. I'm actually quite proud and that's the issue. I love you and what's mine is mine."
Rod nodded in understanding, resting his chin on his fist with a sigh.
"I love you too...I'm sorry..." He apologized earnestly, feeling bad his boyfriend was so bothered. " I don't know if I'm ready to come out yet. This is my fault."
"No, it's not. If you're not ready then you're not ready."
Allen's long leg stretched underneath the table and he bumped Rod's foot. He slid his socked toes up to his ankle of his good leg and Rod nudged him away. Allen slid his foot over again and Rod laughed briefly, lightly kicking Allen's foot away.
" You don't like playing footsies?"
"Do I look like a footsies kind of guy?" Rod questioned back, knowing Allen was just picking on him to ease the tense moment. "Keep your feet over there, weirdo."
With a deliberate arch of his brow, Allen let his foot trail up Rod's leg near his thigh
"I could play with something other than your feet if you'd like." he offered, "I could crawl under the table..."
" As sexually frustrated as we both are this weekend, I'm going to have to decline that offer. My knee still hurts."
"This sucks."
xxxxxx
The second week of recovery did not go as smoothly as the first in regards to Rod's sanity. He was far more restless than normal which Allen attributed to both overall lack of activity and sexual frustration. After having had Rod on his knees to take him from behind, and he woke up hurting the next morning, Allen and Rod did not partake in any activities. A couple occasions they almost caved but one backed off before going on.
By the time the two weeks were up, Rod was sick of looking at the knee brace. He wanted to tear it off and burn it for his freedom. Allen was on the same boat, ready to see the damn brace in flames and Rod in much more compromisable positions. Rod was completely tired of not being able to work or walk around freely.
Early in the afternoon that Wednesday Allen accompanied Rod to the clinic for his follow up with Klaus. Rod muttered about the crutches under his arms, hating them with a burning passion at that point. As they walked Allen had to force himself to look ahead where he was walking and not at the taut rear hobbling next to him.
Klaus was all to happy to see Rod and Allen when they walked through the door. For once Rod was, to some degree, happy to see Klaus. The eccentric older man had his ticket to freedom. Using the crutches, he followed him in to the examination room with Allen close at his heels.
"A friendly pair you both are."
Seeing Allen accompanying Rod made Klaus look at the two with interest. He picked up his clipboard and sat down on the stool, swiveling to the examination table where Allen was pulling out the retractable step stool for him to climb up on. Rod got up on the table and Allen took his crutches, leaning them up against the wall while Klaus glanced down at his clipboard to jot down the appointment date and time.
"Such a nice friend you are, taking Rod here to the doctors" Klaus observed with a a subtly prying tone, Setting the clipboard aside. "How caring, Allen."
"What are friends for?" Allen responded smoothly, turning once the crutches were settled.
"Indeed."
The day Rod had gone to see Klaus for his knee to first time, he'd been fortunate enough to be wearing cargo shorts that provided enough slack that the doctor didn't need to remove them to administer treatment. He had rolled up the cuff, applied cream and put on the brace... but not without giving his leg way too much attention. Not wanting to risk giving Klaus the opportunity to have him remove any clothing, Rod wore the same style loose fitting cargo pants.
Since Rod had chosen to wear a loose fitting pair of cargo pants that day, Klaus rolled up the cuff again and undid the straps to the brace. He took Rod's knee in both hands and began stretching it out straight, testing his resistance.
"Does it hurt at all?" Klaus asked, slowly straightening out Rod's leg. "Any tension in your knee?"
"It doesn't hurt...it feels fine."
"Good."
Klaus carefully bent his leg back to test Rod's mobility of his knee. As his knee bent, Rod braced himself for a pinch or discomfort but there was none. The doctor repeated the motion to limber up the underused joint. One hand stayed on Rod's calf while another traveled up to his knee, prodding the area.
"Pressure? Tender spots?" He questioned, looking for any problem areas that may have lingered.
"Nope, none" Rod responded, very relieved that there was no pain. " Doesn't hurt at all. Am I cleared to walk on it? I want to get back to running my shop. "
From his place besides the examination table Allen waited for the doctor to confirm what Rod had asked him. Although concerned for Rod's mobility as a whole, he was –at the moment- fixated on a more select range of mobility. Once Klaus gave the 'free to work', Allen was going to put Rod to use.
"Well your knee seems to have repaired itself with rest, I take it you stayed off of it as instructed." Klaus praised him, patting his knee firmly. "Did the cream I give you help with the pain?"
" It did help, thank you. I don't think I would have been able to cope without it."
" No worries, I'm thrilled you're feeling better. Two weeks ago you couldn't stand on it, let's see how you do now."
Standing up from the examination table, Rod stood straight and Allen kicked the retractable step stop back in to it's drawer like compartment. Rod placed equal weight on both his knees, showing no discomfort.
"Bend at the knees a bit and hold it, then stand back up. " Klaus instructed Rod, motioning for him to turn around and hold the examination table for support. "Keep your hands there incase you buckle. You probably won't but I'd rather be safe than sorry, I'm sure you understand."
Hands on the paper covering the examination table, Rod looked at Allen as he bent his knees down just a couple of inches. They were both thinking of the possible ulterior motives that may or may not have been linked with Klaus having Rod squat. Remaining casual, Allen watched like a normal accompanying friend.
Tongue pressed against the inside of his teeth nervously, Rod forced himself not to look unsettled as he held the squatting position as Klaus...did whatever it was he was supposed to be doing. Allen's eyes slid over from Rod's face to where Klaus was behind him. Seeing he was preoccupied, Allen looked back to Rod.
"Doctor, I remember you saying something about Rod's calves last visit. Aren't they strong?" he redhead winked briefly at Rod and pursed his lips "I bet he could do anything now that's he's better."
"His knee joint is most certainly better from what I can see. I'm sure he could resume his usual activities. " Klaus told Allen. "These certainly are very strong calves though...so sculpted. Ooo what a big boy."
Quickly pushing himself back up to stand, Rod flinched violently in the process as something cold touched the inner bend of his once braced knee. One hand skid forward and ripped the paper on the examination table, making Allen have to look away to keep from revealing his giant smirk. The feeling and sound of the brittle paper was not pleasant, adding to the heebie jeebies Klaus gave him.
"Oh are my hands cold? I'm terribly sorry my boy." The older man apologized, hand still where he'd touched. "I'm just poking where the tendon is."
"Rod's ticklish, don't poke too hard."
"Oh, I'm not one to poke."
There was a very clear second meaning behind Klaus's words and both Rod and Allen caught it. Klaus did not try to be subtle about it. Allen pretended not to notice but Rod was not as quick to overlook it. After having Rod walk around a bit, Klaus sent him off with a bill of health and permission to work again.
"Now if there's every anything else you need Rod, you just come down and pay me a little visit. Alright?" Klaus gave as a parting goodbye, brushing the sleeve of Rod's shirt lightly. "I'll be here."
"Bye, Doctor Klaus..."
"Don't ever hesitate."
The door to the clinic shut and Allen stood next to Rod, holding his no longer needed brace and crutches for his boyfriend. Rod began walking away from the building hurriedly, Allen following him.
" Are we going to go drop these off at your house?"
"Yup." Rod answered him, nodding. "I'm sick of those things."
"I'm with you on that."
At his house, Rod opened the front door and took the medical equipment from Allen. He carried it over to a closet where he pretty much just chucked it all inside with aggravation. One crutch tipped out and landed on Rod's foot. Rod kicked it back up in to the closet and shut the door with a swift slam. Allen saw the passive aggressive display and sauntered over to his boyfriend, smirking as he came up from behind.
"You going beat up the closet?"
Rod looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend's smirking face. Embarrassed at his misdirected aggravation, Rod cleared his throat. Allen hugged him from behind in understanding, resting his chin on Rod's shoulder. The hold was comforting and Rod leaned back in to Allen's hold, lips by his ear. No teasing.
"~ooo, what a big boy~"
"You had to ruin it."
Allen held no remorse, rolling his eyes. He winked at Rod and walked away to get a drink from the kitchen. Pulling a glass down from the sink he filled it at the sink with water as Rod sat down at the table where the last set of animal charts Neil brought over had been left again. He looked through them as Allen drank in the kitchen.
"Dr. Klaus sure has a thing for you, doesn't he Rod? How funny."
"Call it whatever you want but it snot funny. It's creepy." Rod muttered. " He's barking up the wrong tree, anyways. I'm a bottom, I don't do what he's looking for."
"You're a bottom because I dictated it to be that way. You're just as capable as topping as any other man."
Rod waved one of his charts dismissively.
"He's still barking up the wrong tree." Rod insisted, reading over the chart. " I could be single, horny as hell and I still wouldn't have sex with him. I'm not interesting in topping some predatory middle aged man."
" Point taken."
Taking his glass of water to the table, Allen pulled out the chair next to Rod and sat down. He peaked at the charts Rod was looking at then offered some water to Rod. He took the glass and sipped from it, handing it back to Allen.
"Today's Wednesday, right?"
"Yes is it." Allen told him putting the glass of water down. "Why?"
" Now that I can walk, I can go take the animals off Neil's hands. I should go to work-"
Hot breath touched Rod's neck and Allen's chair was pushed out as he stood up. The chart in Rod's hands were plucked away and set down as Allen pushed the foot of Rod's seat with his foot. The chair was shifted away from the table a couple of inches and once having space to sit, Allen straddled Rod's lap.
"I think Neil can handle the shop for one more afternoon." Allen chimed seductively, fingers inching up in to Rod's hair. "We both have work tomorrow, let's stay here. Enjoy the day off..."
" Allen I know where this is going but I feel bad letting Neil continue to work my shop while I'm capable of doing it myself. I should really go"
"You're not going anywhere."
Rod's argument was quieted with a kiss. Allen held Rod's head to his securely, keeping him from pulling away. After a few seconds it wasn't necessary because Rod was kissing him back. His tongue movements were still shy but he reciprocated Allen's kiss, letting his boyfriend lead.
Both men were hard in seconds, their two week abstinence demanding to be broken. Allen rocked his erection in to Rod as he sat straddling the copper haired man, feeling his erection poking him from underneath. He experimentally rubbed his ass in to Rod, taking pleasure in the reflexive thrust upwards Rod gave.
Biting Rod's lower lip quickly, Allen licked it and pulled away. Allen undid the buttons to his cardigan and dropped it on the table behind him. His cufflinks were undone with two well practiced snaps and then one by one the buttons down his chest were opened. The article of clothing was off In record time and Rod followed Allen's movements In amazement.
"It's been two weeks, I'm not wasting any time."
Pulling off Rod's shirt, Allen watched him turn flush with arousal. Rod's face was warming and he gave no resistance to Allen as peeled the white shirt away from his body and let it fall somewhere as he tossed it. Chests pressed together, Allen could feel just hot Rod's body became. The firm bump underneath him was astoundingly prominent and Allen noticed with interest.
"Big boy indeed." he whispered to Rod, grinding down on to him. "I can feel you."
Rod took a shuddering breath as Allen's fingers tightened in his hair and pulled his face to rest low on his chest from their height difference. Allen listened closely to Rod's panting and groans from the friction he was applying with his rear, taking satisfaction in the way Rod simply did not know what to do with himself.
"Oh, you're so precious." Allen remarked tauntingly as he felt Rod's hands fidgeting while struggled to decide whether to hold him or not. "Just like a virgin, still."
"Allen...don't tease me like that." Rod groaned, Allen's actions throwing him off. "This is...is different."
"I suppose it is, isn't it?" Allen agreed, smirking to himself as Rod moaned loudly to a strong gyration on his lap. "But, I think you like it just fine."
Soon Rod's pants were a size too small in the groin as he panted underneath Allen. The pressure rubbed his shaft firmly and it felt like all the blood that had pooled there was going to burst if he didn't free himself of his pants. Hands on Allen's pants, Rod pleaded.
"Allen, I need to take off my pants. They're too tight."
"Those shorts are so loose though." Allen patronized, knowing that Rod's cargo shorts were no longer roomy where it counted. "They have plenty of room."
"Not anymore they don't. Please?"
Sitting on the table top behind himself, Allen let Rod get up. Rod kicked off his sneakers and undid the button to his cargo shorts, breathing with relief as he unzipped them. Allen let his shoes drop to the floor and he hooked a leg around Rod's waist before his pants fell.
" I can't begin to tell you how much you turn me on." he breathed at Rod, eyelids heavy behind his glasses, pulling Rod in close to him. "That face you make as I grind in to you is just too much. You blush just like a virgin."
"Allen-"
"Shush. Follow me"
Down from the table, Allen took Rod to his bed. He was pushed to lie back and Allen pulled his undone pants off of him. Still dressed from the waist down Allen got on top of Rod and pressed their mouths together, their voices becoming a gradually assimilating melody of moans and groans as Allen palmed Rod through his underwear.
Coming up for air, Rod gasped and writhed underneath Allen's hand. Hot breath blew over his jugular and the hand on his crotch squeezed his length. Slipping his hand inside the gap in his briefs, Allen stroked at Rod, impressed at how swollen he was.
"It'd be a shame to let this go to waste." Allen commented, taking special interest in how large Rod's cock was.
The girth wider than usual with unspent arousal. Allen could not help but notice as well as appreciate.
" I think we should put it to good use."
"What are you-?"
Allen gave Rod a sloppy open mouthed kissed, tightening his hold on Rod's weeping erection. Pre cum dripped from his tip In generous drops, the wet sticky beads rolling down his shaft to Allen's fingers.
"I want you to fuck me this time."
"I've never done that, why do you- ah!" Rod wailed as his cock was tugged on with increased speed. " Allen!"
"I want you on top, right now."
Rod's aching member was released and Allen pulled him up to sit. Rod watched dazed as Allen undid his belt and dropped his slacks, leaving them on the floor. Rod became alert with realization for a moment.
"We're at my house... I don't have any lube."
"Do you have vaseline?"
"Why would I have vaseline?"
Allen didn't entertain the question and pointed to the bathroom.
"Lotion?" he asked. "Would it be in your bathroom?"
"Yeah, but how would lotion help?"
"For Christ sake. It's slippery, go get it."
Knowing not to keep Allen waiting, Rod went and fulfilled the request. In his bathroom closet was a bottle of lotion and he grabbed it, bringing it back to his room. He almost dropped the plastic bottle when he took in the sight waiting for him in his room.
Allen sat on his bed, burning holes through him from across the way. His glasses had been removed and sat on the nightstand. His raw, direct gaze was smoldering and Rod could feel his whole body heat up when he laid eyes on him.
"Come here, Rod." Allen beckoned, voice of a person who knew exactly what they wanted. "I'm waiting."
Rod swallowed heavily.
"I don't know if I can do this."
"Oh, I'm sure you can."
The cold floor under Rod's bare feet felt impossible to cross as he hesitantly approached Allen on his bed. When he tried stopping Allen leisurely shook his head, curling a finger for Rod to continue nearer. Allen took the lotion from Rod and set it down on the sheets, pulling Rod down on top of him.
"Make me feel good for once." Allen murmured against his lips with a more gentle coaxing voice, slipping Rod's underwear down over the slope of his cheeks. " It's alright to be nervous but don't be scared."
"I don't know what to do..."
"Move towards the center to start."
Rod moved off him, kneeling towards the center of the bed. After being told to remove his underwear, Rod kneeled there with his erection jutting out from between his legs. Allen lifted his long legs to pull his underwear off while lying down then sat up to crawl towards his nervous boyfriend.
"Maybe something a little more familiar will make you feel better." Allen suggested, dipping his face down to Rod's cock, licking at the shimmery tip. "Relax, I'm still in charge here. Don't get ahead of yourself."
It was harder for Allen to fit Rod's girth in his mouth than the previous time, the flesh thicker In circumference. It took some extra spit to allow Allen's lips to slide over it smoothly as he bobbed his head. Rod moaned as Allen serviced him with familiar tactics, daring to look down at what was going on.
Back arched in as he sucked him, Allen's rear was curled up in the air. His long, red bangs fell over his face to one side as he pleasured Rod. Needing something to hold, Rod put his hands on the bed behind him. Allen kept his pace up until Rod's breathing picked up in warning of what would happen if he kept going.
Picking up the lotion, Allen squeezed some in his hand and rubbed them together a little, warming it up between his palms. When he grabbed Rod the cream was still on the more frigid side, making him gasp. Allen shushed him and kept applying.
"Why are you using lotion if you already...you know..."
"It's your first time, I'm not risking going without adequate lubrication. I'd rather play it safe and have more than less. "
Allen told him honestly, conveying to Rod that he would be slicked down enough to penetrate him.
"If you're not practiced then the more lube the better, for both my sake and yours. I'm rather fond of my ass and would rather play it safe. Going dry inexperienced doesn't do anyone any good."
"What if I hurt you? I don't know what I'm doing."
"You're not going to hurt me."
Allen positioned himself on his hands and knees facing the headboard, thighs spread. His dominating demeanor was still prominent even as he presented himself in a submissive position. He coaxed Rod over and with a sheepish compliance, Rod positioned himself behind Allen. He took himself in hand and held it, hesitating to continue.
"I'm ready when you are."
When Rod pressed himself against Allen's entrance, the redhead himself reached and arm back and held one cheek apart from the other. Rod slipped the head inside and Allen reacted fine, no discomfort. Rod stilled his movement, worried, but Allen encouraged him to keep on. Cautiously slow he buried himself until Allen's backside touched his pelvis.
Allen put his hand back down on the mattress, pushing his weight back on to Rod. Cheeks flaming, Rod put one hand on Allen's back. He struggled too form coherent thought or speech as hot, tight, muscles squeezed down on him.
"Move." Allen panted, feeling Rod pressing right on his prostate by some lucky occurrence. "I don't know how the hell you did it but you're on my sweet spot. Please, Move. "
"What if I-"
"I'm okay, trust me."
It was slow and cautious, but Rod thrusted. He snapped his hips forward and retracted them, fingers curling in to his palm on Allen's long tapered back. The redhead took a sudden breath with the impalement, letting it go slowly. Again Rod thrusted, moaning as Allen clenched down on him.
"You've got it. Keep going."
Allen pressed his palms In to the bed firmly, bracing himself for Rod. His stretched entrance felt tight with Rod's swollen girth, the skin taut. Rod picked up an unhurried pace, struggling to keep his eyes open as his erection was squeezed from inside Allen.
The tight hold Allen had on him loosened a bit with time, his body's elasticity serving it's purpose. Rod'd thrusts were choppy and stiff as he tested his mobility, but because of that Allen's prostate was jabbed each time. The repetitive touch to his sweet spot made his erection swell with violent need, and he moaned from the shallow thrusts.
The sound of Allen moaning was not something Rod was used to. It was fairly new and in combination with all of his other senses of overdrive, it was enough to make Rod shiver. He held both Allen's sides thrusting more quickly and the sounds that came from him were anything but his norm.
Just like their other experiences between the sheets, Allen's breath was heavy. But unlike the other times, Allen moaned. Normally Allen still maintained a proud and collected demeanor, even as he basked in the throughs of passion, but as Rod hit him deeply his body trembled.
Rod's head dipped down as he felt overwhelmed, Allen moving to rest his weight on his forearms, chest closer to the mattress. One arm reached underneath and he stroked at himself, demanding Rod move faster. Rod obliged, face blossoming with heat at his boyfriend's familiar dominant tone. Soon, however, he felt himself getting close. Dangerously close.
"Allen." he moaned, desperately trying to warn him. "I'm close."
"So am I, keep going. Keep that angle." Allen responded, breathing heavily between gasps. "Don't you dare change it. Stay there for me."
Following orders, Rod did exactly as he was told. He tightened his core and moved his hips with controlled precision, pressing Allen where he wanted over and over again. Allen's hand moved quickly from underneath him as Rod's pelvis hit him from behind, Rod's voice from behind him assisted his release, pushing it nearer until he was shuddering.
"Rod-" Allen gasped, voice hoarse. It was deep and strained, nothing like usual. " Fuck"
The filthy cuss rolled off his tongue and Allen's hand stopped moving abruptly, fingers curled around the head of his penis. He caught the release and his spine locked in clear sight of Rod. Watching Allen come undone, Rod followed suit. He released in Allen's clenched entrance, fingers shaking near the redhead's pale hips.
xxxxxx
"You tired?"
Allen and Rod had made themselves comfortable under the covers after cleaning up. Curled in to Allen's chest, Rod had his eyes closed and basked in the comfort of his boyfriend's embrace. Allen watched him, listening to the Spring breeze blow outside the window. He thought Rod was going to soon sleep away the afternoon with how comfortable he looked. In Rod's defense, it was his bed.
"More comfortable than tired." Rod admitted, " I could fall asleep though. You're warm and I like it..."
"So cute."
Placing a kiss on Rod's brow, Allen smiled. He hugged Rod close and played with the skin above his rear, stroking the dip of his back. Rod twitched every so often as it tickled, dealing with it until Allen's fingers began purposefully pestering him. His fingers wandered to Rod's hip, making him reel back suddenly.
"You're so ticklish." Allen laughed lowly, finding amusement in his boyfriend's squeaks and chirps, Rod pushing his hands on Allen's chest to separate their bodies. "Something wrong? Where are you going?"
"Stop tickling me!" Rod insisted, squealing when Allen tickled his belly. "Or I'm going home!"
"Rod, you are home."
Rod looked around a bit, face falling with realization.
"Oh yeah..."
"Wow." Allen sighed, smirking at Rod. "You're either forgetful or just plain spacey."
"That's not nice."
"Better than being called a blatant dumb ass."
Bringing Rod back in, Allen behaved himself. He didn't tickle Rod again, wanting him to stay in close. Rod happily resettled himself in to Allen, fixing the sheets around himself. Once covered, he placed his head on the pillow and made a happy noise as Allen pecked him on the forehead.
"Oh, my silly Nuu Nuu." the redhead praised, cradling Rod to his body. "You're such a treat."
Rod furrowed his brow thoughtfully at the praise.
"What kind of treat?" Rod asked.
" Cherry Pie." Allen chuckled.
"Ick." Rod made a sour face. "Gross."
"You're adorable."
Tempted to take a nap Rod forced himself to stay awake, worried he wouldn't sleep later on in the night. Folding down the blankets that were pulled up around his shoulders, he flopped his arm out on top of the sheets. Work was still on his mind; he finally could go back. Something that made him very happy.
"Is it weird I'm happy to go back to work? It feels like it's been forever." He mentioned to Allen. "This last two weeks has been a long blur, I don't even remember the date."
"Today's the fifteenth, Rod." Allen alerted him, watching him closely for a response. " Half way through Spring just about."
Something about the number fifteen made Rod pause to think, making him wonder about tomorrow. He felt as if maybe he'd forgotten a deadline? No, that wasn't it. He had nothing at work pending. Rod couldn't help but feel like he was missing something but as he mulled over it nothing came to mind. But still, he felt like he'd forgotten something. Surely, he was just disorientated from the two-week bump in his routine.
"Gee, time flies."