So, I figured with how I didn't update for about a week, I would just throw this out there. It sort of wrote itself, but it goes along with what I had planned. My bf took me out to see Hunger Games, so that is pretty much why I could write.

Enjoy and don't be afraid to comment!

Music for this chapter: Shake it Out by Florence and the Machine

After we had finished making out in the shower, he had turned it off and stepped out. I remember being more than a bit tired as he threw a large, plush towel at me and we had dried off before crawling into his king-sized bed. The sheets were satin and a deep dark blue, feeling utterly amazing on my bare skin. I was too tired to think about the ramifications of falling asleep in another man's bed, naked. The only thing I could think of was sleep and how ridiculously soft and warm his body was against mine as I drifted off.

I woke up to the buzzing of my phone on the wooden nightstand. I groggily reached over and grabbed it, pulling it up to my face and blinking at the blinding white of the screen.

" Usual spot, one hour?" it read.

Fuck.

I had forgotten that I supposed to meet Rob at the small cafe down in Metropolis that afternoon.

How on earth did I possibly...

Shit.

This was bad.

" I have a couple lovely ladies in need of saving, and I am completely distracted. I don't think I can make it today. Rain check?" I texted back, feeling guilt surging in my gut.

I sighed loudly as I hit the enter button, setting the thing down and flopping back onto the bed, face in my hands. I noticed that it was very quiet, and Richard was absent from the bed.

I had never missed a meeting with Rob.

It was an impossibility.

There was never anything, even life-threatening situations, that could distract me from seeing him.

But apparently, this had.

I had forgotten about him.

Oh god.

I looked over at the clock and groaned. It was two in the afternoon. The phone buzzed again in reply.

" Sure, no problem. I was going to cut it a little short today, anyway. We'll plan for tomorrow, perhaps," the text said.

I wrote back that it would be fine and slumped back into bed.

I had stayed over at women's houses like this before, but I had always zipped off in the morning, leaving a loving note thanking them for the evening. I had never wanted to just stay in bed until the day was halfway done.

This was so unlike me.

I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that I could be so attracted to this guy. I mean, they say that sometimes love blinds you, and you eventually begin to see the one you love in everyone. The resemblance was just enough, I think, that I could picture nothing but Rob when I saw Richard.

I was horrible.

I was totally using him.

I wanted Rob, and instead was settling for the second best.

I didn't have the guts to tell him.

Oh god.

After how kind Richard had already been, I was basically throwing it back in his face, right?

Or did he not care?

My face scrunched up in thought, debating whether or not I was the absolute worst human being imaginable. I grunted and hauled myself out of bed, finding my boxer briefs neatly folded on a chair beside the bed, along with my clean and dry clothes. I pulled the dark red fabric on and had to remind myself to walk down the hallway to the living room. I was pretty sure I could get easily lost in this place, despite it only being one story. There were marble floors, cream and dark brown. The paint on the walls matched it nicely and so did the sparse furniture. I saw Richard across the living room in the open kitchen, leaning on the counter with a mug of coffee in his hand. His body was turned and I finally got a good look at his backside in the light.

Despite the black briefs tight over his behind, I could see every perfect contour and muscle running down his shoulders to his ankles. There were signs of scars that had healed on the skin, probably due to acrobatic training. I'm sure you didn't learn to be that good without falling a couple times. I eyed the lovely curve of his firm ass and the strength of his hamstrings and calves. He was like some sort of greek god lounging in a modern kitchen, and apparently I had just slept naked in his bed last night.

I was pretty sure I had to stop myself from drooling by pushing my jaw back into place.

That was surprising for me. I had never really watched any other guys except for Rob, whom I usually saw in costume or street clothes that always seemed too baggy for me to fantasize.

What was I doing, gawking at another guy like this?

Hell if I knew.

It made me even more guilt-ridden as I realized the reason I thought so was because he reminded me of Rob.

He smiled in a quizzical way when he saw that I was awake and turned around to face me, pouring me a glass of coffee.

" You look confused. Is something wrong?" he asked, seeming rather concerned as he brought his own mug to his lips.

" No. T-thank you," I said, taking the hot liquid and letting myself gulp some down in earnest as he watched me with those knowing blue eyes.

" I just accidentally forgot I had to meet with my friend. It's alright, I'll deal with it later," I said, trying to push it out of my thoughts.

" A friend? You mean the one that looks like me?" he chuckled, draining his glass.

" Yeah. We always meet up on Saturdays and Wednesdays. I don't get to see him much otherwise. He's been a bit distant, lately," I said, smiling softly at him.

I watched in confusion as he dropped the glass he was holding, his fingers shaking and his eyes a little blank. I saw it shatter on the floor in slow motion, wishing I could just grab it easily with my super speed. The urge was huge, but I resisted, thankfully. The pieces scattered across the floor and the small remains of the coffee pooled on the shining floor.

" Shit! My carpal tunnel is acting up again. Sometimes my fingers cramp up after working the pole too much," he exclaimed, which brought a flush to my cheeks, thinking of two poles he had worked the night before.

" Crap, lemme help," I offered looking around for some sort of towel.

" I got it, it's fine," he said, grabbing a dustbin and carefully putting the pieces in.

I gulped as I watched him bend over, mentally scolding myself as I appreciated the way his muscles were moving in his back. I drank the rest of my coffee and washed it out in the sink, a bit grateful for something to distract me.

Finally he threw the coffee filled towel into the sink and dried his hands. I found him flipping me around and pressing his body against mine, my back flush against the counter as I blinked in surprise. He had been lounging casually before, but his demeanor had completely changed.

" So...since you aren't meeting your friend, does that mean I could have you to myself for a little while?" he asked, eyes looking over me like a hungry animal.

I shivered at the gaze. It was different than the way he looked at me last night. There was certainly lust, but there had been a kindness and even some pity. Now, there was nothing but raw need practically radiating from his entire body. I could feel his erection hard against my hips, our bare bodies only separated by strips of thin cloth. He was warm and inviting, the way the sun shone on his skin rather...magical.

" I suppose I could manage that," I chuckled, trying not to stammer as my heart skipped, watching him lick his lips slowly at my response.

My eyes got a little wide as he smirked rather maniacally at me, one hand running up to grab at my hair roughly and the other crawling behind me to cup my ass and squeeze tightly. I gave out a small gasp and he practically crushed his lips against mine. While he had been a bit more silent the night before, he instantly started to groan lustily into my mouth.

Fuck, he sounded amazing.

A shudder ran from my ears to my ankles as the vibration of his sounds worked into me. Teeth bit into sensitive flesh and his tongue took me captive as he aggressively ravaged my mouth with his. It was almost like kissing a completely different person, with the way he was acting. His fingers slipped under my waistband and massaged my buttocks almost hard enough to leave bruises.

" Mmmf!" I cried into his mouth as the hand gripping my hair instead found a pink nipple and pinched rather hard.

I won't say that it hurt, because it was a bizarre mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to just blow my mind. The skin protested, but the sensitive nub instantly hardened under his fingers and I pulled my face away from his and threw my head back, moaning.

" Oh...god," I barely managed as he twisted and abused the flesh, waking my cock up completely.

I was pressed solidly against his hips, aching and throbbing. I felt his own dick twitch in response, a small bit of wetness forming behind the fabric.

" You keep that up and I'm gonna just come in my underwear," I gasped out, biting down on my lip and gazing at him.

He smirked at me like he would eat me up in one bite and pulled me by the hand towards the bedroom. I followed willingly, like a dog on the leash of his master. I almost expected him not to make it to the bed with the way he was eyeing me. He pushed me roughly down onto the bed and crawled on top of me, fingers slipping under the cloth of my briefs and pulling them down. I gasped as my cock sprang out, the air around us cold compared to the burning hot pink skin. It throbbed as I watched him eagerly pull his own down and off in a swift motion, instantly back on top of me and his teeth biting down on my lower lip.

I whimpered loudly as the feeling shot down to my groin, my dick twitching in appreciation. He chuckled deeply and pulled back, throwing himself around and moving to crouch near my head.

" Hey..what are you..." I gasped out, and then he crawled completely over me, eventually his smoothly shaven balls sliding over my nose.

" Oh," I said in realization that soon became a moan as he instantly took my erection in hand and slid it down into his mouth.

My hips bucked upward in surprise, and I blushed madly as I watched his thick cock bobbing over my face.

I had never done this before.

Oh god, if this didn't make me gay, then I didn't know what would.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and took hold of his dick, realizing how big it was as I held it in my digits. I could feel each individual vein as he throbbed under the pads of my fingers, hot and stiff. I was frankly worried about being able to fit the whole thing into my mouth, but I suppose I owed it to him to give my best try. I wrapped my hand around it, earning me an appreciative grunt into my own cock as he sucked mercilessly. It was pretty much impossible to focus as my hips shuddered and twitched up into his awaiting mouth.

I swallowed hard and experimentally slid my tongue along the tip, getting the salty bitter taste of his precum. I groaned loudly, pressing the tip between my lips and suckling softly on it, his hips quivering above me. He whimpered into my hot skin and I found myself craving to hear those sounds even more.

What noises would he make as I sucked him off?

I closed my eyes tight and slid down his length, the head hitting the back of my throat. I instantly bobbed back, not even getting the entire thing in. It simply wouldn't fit into my mouth. I groaned and slid it back in, relaxing my throat better this time and started to find a steady rhythm.

Muffled grunts of pleasure came from his lips, vibrating against me as he mercilessly slipped up and down over my cock. He was taking the entire thing in, his nose tickling the fuzz of my ginger pubic hair as he slid me in and out. I arched and clenched the muscles in my thighs, my toes curling as the warm, amazing heat moved faster and faster. I tried to mimic it, finally reaching the same speed, to which his hips wriggled a bit. I gently ran my teeth along his shaft every once in a while, trying to keep my tongue occupied while my lips worked.

It was really more difficult than it looked, and I smiled at the thought. The lovely noises he was making were worth it, his legs starting to work up and down. What he did next, I was not completely ready for. His hips thrust into my mouth in earnest and he moaned loudly, pulling back from my cock for a second to let it out.

God. A man was literally fucking my mouth, and I was okay with it.

The sounds he was making spurred me on, his lips going back to working my erection. I resisted the urge to cough as he hit the back of my throat roughly. I supposed that it was an invitation to begin to thrust into his mouth, myself. As soon as I did, he moaned loudly and took it like it was nothing, no gagging or whimpers of complaint. I shut my eyes tight as the wet heat and friction became too much to bear and I cried out loudly against his skin. He let me keep thrusting as I came, dick twitching over and over as he swallowed me up. His own dick jumped and I freaked out, not thinking I could manage to gulp the cum down. So instead I found myself shouting out his name.

" R-Richard! Fucking god!" I hollered and I wrapped my fingers around his cock tightly as he started to come.

I had not completely thought it through as the hot liquid shot onto my face. I shut my eyes tight and moaned loudly in surprise while I still came, myself. I could hear him crying my name, muffled into my flesh as he completely swallowed all of my cum. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his erection stopped twitching and he stopped screaming. He pulled his mouth off of me and I could feel his breath tickle my skin. We stayed there, panting for a bit before he jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom. He came back a couple seconds later. I heard and felt him lean over and the feeling of a warm, wet washcloth brushed over my face.

I laughed, still out of breath.

" I kind of panicked...I'm sorry," I said, opening my eyes as he swept the seed off of my skin.

" It's fine. I wouldn't expect you to swallow on your first try," he replied coyly.

Despite how hot my body was already, I felt myself blush at the comment.

First try.

I suppose that meant that he wanted me to try again.

I found myself flustered, but I didn't find myself uncomfortable with the idea.

Imagine that.

I laughed even harder as he got the last of the white off of my face.

" Apparently, it was very funny to you," he said, eyebrow raised.

" I just never imagined I would do that in a million years. It's odd, but I don't think I minded it. I mean, you're super big and it was hard to fit in, even though I've been told I have a huge mouth," I said, smiling widely at him.

" I see," he said, grinning back mischievously.

" Really not bad at all for your first blow job," he said, smirking with the smugness of a cat that had just spilled the jar of milk onto the floor.

I almost gasped at the sight, his lips curling perfectly, those eyes once again seeing right through me.

" S-shut up," I said, looking away bashfully.

" Wanna know how you taste?" he ordered more than asked, pressing his lips against mine and his tongue snaking into my mouth.

I whimpered loudly as I could clearly tell his tongue was slicked with my cum. For some reason, him forcing me to kiss him after he had just sucked me off seemed sexy as hell. I let my tongue push back forcefully, my fingers dancing in his hair and on the back of his neck. He pulled back to look at me with the blue eyes again, then fell down next to me, his head on my shoulder. It wasn't like I didn't cuddle, but sometimes the mood wasn't right. The mood right now was perfect. I let myself enjoy the softness of his hair brushing against my skin and the smell of him, musky and a bit sweet.

I let my fingers continue to play with his hair as I pulled him close to me, dozing off in the warm, sunlit room.

This was heaven.