A/N: So the deal is I try my absolute best to update every Sunday. Got it. If ever possible, I will update before that but if not just count on an update every Sunday. I know some of you may be wondering where this story is going. Here's the thing- so am I. But I have a few more tricks up my sleeve and one last story coming up after this one, called Turning Tables. Don't give up on me yet! Oh, and this is a little shorter than usual. Sorry, tons of homework. Eeww…
Chris watched Darren's expression closely as he continued kissing his neck. The room light was now lit only by the small desk lamp in the corner. Darren had a thin layer of sweat over his bare chest, as did Chris, but Chris was excited for he knew that the night was only just beginning. One of his goals for this trip was to give Darren the incredible feeling of bottoming, of being completely filled with pleasure and passion and all things incredible that Chris associated with sex. He got to show Darren how Darren made him feel.
Darren gasped loudly as Chris began roughly stroking his cock, flicking his wrist just perfectly and applying just the perfect amount of pressure. But he slowed down when he saw Darren's breathing was already getting heavy and his pupils were already blown out. Darren inhaled shakily.
"No. Chris. Don't….ever…stop…" he panted.
Chris shifted Darren into his lap, so that their erections met, and kissed the older man messily, shoving his tongue in deep, swiping it across the roof of Darren's mouth and tangling Darren's tongue with his.
Darren let out a massive groan, and kissed down Chris's neck and stomach, but Chris stopped him.
"No, Darren. Tonight, I take care of you."
Darren watched as Chris walked across the room to his suitcase, pulling a bottle of lube and a few condoms out of the top pocket.
Darren was literally squirming on the bed, yearning for Chris to touch him, to kiss him, anything. He just needed Chris back now before he exploded from all the sexual tension.
Chris returned to the bed painfully slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed. Darren reached out a hand to pull Chris back on top of him, but Chris swatted the hand away.
"Be patient, Darren. Can you do that?" his voice got lower. "Are you willing to wait for me? How long can you last?"
Chris squeezed some of the lube onto his hand and slowly began smearing it over his fingers. Before he could resist the urge, he reached down and began smearing the now warm lube over his own fully hard cock. He threw back his head and his mouth fell open, his eyes closed in pleasure.
Darren grabbed Chris's shoulders, pulling him back.
"Darren! Patience. You have to be patient if you want me inside you. Very patient."
Darren whimpered, throwing his head back on the pillow. He could hear little moans coming from Chris but he refused to look at him. Every time Chris made another one of those amazing sounds, he felt his cock twitch and more blood rush from his body down South.
He slowly reached his hands to his own cock and began to stroke it. It felt good, and he was overcome with pleasure, but it was nowhere near what Chris could make him feel.
Suddenly, another pair of hands was on his stomach, working their way down his hips as a pair of lips found that little spot on his neck that drove him crazy.
Chris flipped Darren over in a second, his hands underneath the shorter man, pumping his cock, which was now fully hard against his stomach, and his own cock against Darren's ass.
Darren's ass. So fucking perfect. Chris thought as he slowly lined up his middle finger with Darren's hole, sliding it in before Darren could say another word.
And Darren howled. Damn, did Darren howl. And for a second, Chris was afraid he had seriously hurt his boyfriend. But then Darren's voice was back, raspier and deeper than ever. "Faster, Chris! Faster! SHIT, this is so amazing!"
Darren eagerly pushed against Chris's finger, hissing as Chris slipped in another one, moving them both up and down eagerly. Darren continued trying to fuck himself on Chris's fingers, so Chris slipped in another finger, stretching out Darren and watching him come undone quicker and quicker, panting and moaning and sweating, stretched out in front of him.
Chris pulled out his fingers and Darren whimpered. Then Chris spun Darren around, so they were face to face, positioned Darren on top of him and lined his cock up with Darren's hole. Darren bit down hard on his lower lip as Chris slid all the way in.
Darren was screaming now. "FUCK CHRIS! OHHOLYSHIT!" Darren's toes were curled up and his fingers were digging into Chris's shoulders, bound to leave nasty marks.
"Ride me." Chris whispered into Darren's ear as he slowly pulled in and out, in and out.
"Faster…faster.." Darren was muttering.
Chris changed his angle slightly, hitting Darren's prostrate.
Darren forgot everything else in his entire life. He couldn't remember his name if he tried. His face was drenched in sweat and he was screaming like a little girl on a roller coaster.
And that's when the door to Chris's room burst open.
A/N: So sorry about that. Please don't kill me. Think about it this way- if you kill me, I won't be able to tell you what happens next. Right? Hehe…please! No! Get away from me! What are you doing with that knife? Put that down! Aaaahhhh….