Woo! Another chapter requested so here we go! I hope you liked the first chapter because I'll be pumping out a couple more. Maybe. I don't know. At least this one. :3 Enjoy.
Don and Joe went their separate ways, sharing a short kiss before heading to their own homes. While Don was eagerly awaiting the next time he saw Joe, Joe was internally writhing. He didn't know what to feel. Don had made him feel amazing; more amazing than any woman had made him feel. Don had also told him that he wanted a relationship. But the question was, did Joe want a relationship? Was he ready to dive into a relationship with a man?
He honestly couldn't tell. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, thinking, the previous coupling playing out in his mind over and over again. He gave himself an erection just thinking about it. He groaned, lifting up the blanket to look down at his throbbing dick. How would he take care of this? He wasn't one to masturbate… so what then?
He only had one person on his mind and he was a phone call away. But could he do it? He knew what would happen if Don showed up but that was what got him into this problem in the first place. If Don came over and things played out like they did in the locker room, he'd just have more to think about and it would become more difficult. But if he didn't…
He sighed, still twitching. "Fils de pute… bien! Alright! I'll call him!"
He picked up the phone and quickly dialed Don's number. It rang a few times before the Spanish matador answered. "Hola?"
"Bonjour, Don," Joe sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's Joe."
Don sounded ecstatic. "Joe, mi amado! How are you? To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?"
Joe groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "I need some help."
"Help?" Don asked curiously. "What's wrong?"
"Well…" Joe throbbed again and he gasped. Just hearing Don's voice did strange things to him. "I'd rather just show you. It's sort of complicated."
Don hummed in thought. "Alright… I'll be right over."
"Merci," Joe said quietly, hanging up the phone. He groaned out loud. "What have I gotten myself into?"
It was less than ten minutes later that there was a knock at the door and Joe trudged to the front door, dreading what he would find. He was still rather hard and he tried to hide it the best he could by pressing it against his belly with the waistband of his sweatpants. He took a deep breath and opened the door. His jaw dropped. "D-Don…"
Don was dressed in an unzipped jacket with his bare chest exposed and a pair of very tight jeans. Joe throbbed against his stomach and tried to hide how flustered he was. "Er… come in."
With a polite nod, Don entered Joe's small apartment. "Nice place you've got here. Very cozy."
Joe nodded. "Merci." He was rather proud of his home, even if it was small.
"Now," Don got right to the point. "What seems to be the problem?"
Joe groaned aloud, completely embarrassed. "Well… uh…" He let out a loud breath and lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing the head of his cock. It was weeping pre-cum because of Don's presence. "I, uh… I couldn't sleep."
Don's eyebrows rose. "Oh." He smirked at Joe, leaning nonchalantly against the wall with his arms crossed. "So… you couldn't forget earlier either, could you?"
Joe shook his head, defeated. "Non. I need your help. I am unable to do this alone."
"You've never jerked off before?" Don asked bluntly.
Joe wrinkled his nose. "Non, it's crude and self-serving. Plus, why would I do that when I have someone else to do it for me?"
Don chuckled. "That is very true, amigo. You do have someone to do it for you." As he spoke, he slowly sauntered forward like a lion moving in on its prey, lithe and predatory. He shot Joe a devious smile. "You have someone very willing to do whatever you wish… So go ahead."
"Quoi?"
"Ask me to do something," Don clarified with a sly grin. "Tell me what to do. Order me about. Or better yet…" Joe hadn't noticed that Don had moved behind him until the Spaniard reached forward and pulled Joe flush against his toned chest. "Beg me."
Joe nearly fainted at Don's words and clutched helplessly at Don's sturdy arms. "Uh… uh…"
"What do you want from me?" Don whispered in Joe's ear.
Joe shuddered and bit his bottom lip. "I want… you…"
"Me?" Don said suddenly, letting his grip loosen. "Why, I'm already here. Now what do you want now that I'm here?"
"I want you," Joe mumbled huskily. "…to touch me…" He grasped Don's arms tightly, wanting the stronger younger man to keep his iron grip on him. It was almost erotic how possessive Don could be over Joe sometimes.
Don chuckled. "Touch you where?"
Joe was quickly getting tired of Don's coyness and let out a groan of annoyance. "Touch my cock! Suck it, lick it, touch it, do something for Christ's sake! I'm dying here! S'il vous plaît me toucher! Ça fait mal!"
Satisfied with Joe's outburst, Don wheeled around to face Joe and kneeled down, gently tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down. Joe's expression crumpled to instant relief as his cock sprung free… then it contorted in shock as Don's mouth engulfed him whole. "AH! Oooohhh… Il... il se sent si bon... ah... s'il vous plaît, ne vous arrêtez pas... je l'aime."
Don smirked around Joe's dick, using his tongue to loop around the head and lick up the shaft. Joe's head was spinning. He'd never felt like this ever, not even with Don pounding into him from behind. This feeling, this unbelievably good feeling, was blowing Joe's mind.
Don could claim all the credit for himself… but he did just watch a bunch of porn so he kind of knew what he was doing. He'd never blown someone before so this was new but not totally strange. He kind of liked how Joe was struggling to stay on his feet and the little noises he made. It was cute to see Joe so vulnerable.
Joe's knees almost buckled beneath him so Don stopped for a moment. Joe whined but was stifled as Don leaned down and kissed him hard, simultaneously lifting Joe off his feet and setting him down on his couch. As soon as Joe touched the couch, Don trailed soft kisses down Joe's neck and lifted off his t-shirt to lick a trail down Joe's abdomen. Joe kept whining and moaning, his fingers threading in Don's hair. He was careful not to touch the toupee, lest it ruin the mood. He'd seen Don when the toupee came off in a fight and he did not want Don mad at him.
Joe's other hand clutched at Don's shoulder as Don reached Joe's cock again and took him into his mouth. Joe moaned out loud, grasping Don's head and shoving himself down Don's throat. Don sputtered a moment, shocked at Joe for grabbing him like that, but relaxed and kept deep-throating him. Joe had only pushed farther down Don's throat because it had been the same thing Don had done to Joe before… but now that he knew what it felt like, he didn't blame him.
The back of Don's throat was like velvet, brushing against the head of his cock with every thrust. Joe felt something building up in his stomach and let out a low whine. "D-Don… I… mon Dieu… Je ne peux pas durer beaucoup plus longtemps..."
Don lifted his head a little, Joe's dick popping from between his lips. "Qué?"
Joe shuddered violently. "I… I… I'm gonna cum!" He let out a couple of grunts and Don blinked in surprise as Joe came and covered his nose in cum. Don looked down at his nose and smirked a little, chuckling. Joe blushed profusely, horrified at what he'd done. "Ah! I'm sorry, Don! I didn't…! Ah!"
Don shook his head, wiping away the cum with his palm. "It's not a problem, mi amado." Don licked the cum off of his hand and Joe stared with huge eyes. "I consider it a compliment."
Joe shuddered. He was fully convinced that that was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Then Don's cell-phone started ringing. Joe wondered idly how Don was able to pull a cell-phone from the confines of his tight pants pocket. Don flipped open the phone and held it to his ear. "Hola," he said smoothly. "Oh… I… I forgot, mi amor… I'm sorry…"
"Carmen?!" Joe hissed furiously, yet still horrified. He didn't know Don was still with Carmen. Had he known, he would have felt differently about what was taking place. But it made Joe confused. Why would Don cheat on his beautiful girlfriend with someone like him? He was hardly the best looking guy in the WVBA. Why couldn't Don have picked someone like Piston Hondo or Super Macho Man? Or maybe… Joe was just one of many in Don's big long line of lovers. How many other men in the WVBA had Don been with?
Don put up a hand to hush Joe, leaning an arm on one of Joe's exposed thighs as he spoke. "Sí… sí… no, no, I'm just with Joe…" Joe gawked at Don and put his face in his hands. He was doomed. "Sí… yes, I'm at his home… no, we're not busy…"
"Don, no!" Joe whimpered, pleading with the Spanish man in horror.
Don smirked and nodded at the phone. "Alright, mi amor. Te amo." Then he hung up the phone, smirking over at Joe coyly. "Now where were we?" He leaned down to kiss Joe's lower stomach and the French man placed a hand on Don's forehead, holding him back. "Joe…?"
"You didn't tell me about Carmen," Joe said, staring at Don angrily. Don couldn't remember the last time he actually saw Joe angry about anything. "What's going on with you two? I thought you wanted a relationship but you're still with her? I'm… I'm confused…"
"It'll all be explained in due time, hombre," Don rumbled and Joe somehow believed him. Don had to have a good reason to keep Joe in the dark. Don pressed a kiss to Joe's inner thigh and Joe shivered. "Relax, my friend. This'll be fun."
Joe bit his lip, looking down at Don uneasily. "I hope so."
Then suddenly Don stood and lifted Joe off the couch, surprising the small French man. Settling himself on Joe's spot, Don set Joe in his lap and smirked as Joe blushed. "Eh, Don…"
"Sí?" Don answered, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. It was only half-erect and Joe was miffed to see that Don was clearly bigger. Grasping both cocks in one hand, Don pumped both of them and Joe bit his lip hard, stifling a moan. Don let out a sigh of his own and leaned forward, latching onto Joe's neck with his lips, hoping to leave a hickey.
"Dieu, je ne peuz pas croire ce qui se passé. Je ne me attendais ce…" Joe stuttered as Don's hand picked up the pace. He leaned his forehead against the matador's and sighed, trying to keep himself from squeaking out loud. He bit his hand to keep quiet and Don grabbed the hand, pressing a kiss to the bite. Joe let out a moan and Don seemed to echo it quietly.
Joe's breath started coming in short pants. "D-Don… I…" He was so close…
DING-DONG!
Both men froze their movements and Joe paled, staring wide eyed at Don. "Carmen?"
"Perhaps," Don said with a shrug.
DING-DONG! DING-DONG!
Joe cringed at every ring of the doorbell. "Maybe she'll just go away."
The doorknob jiggled and the door swung open, revealing Don's blonde beauty standing in the doorway. Don smirked at Joe's dumbfounded expression. "Or not. Looks like we forgot to lock the door, hombre."
"Oh, merde…" Joe whimpered, staring at Carmen with a mixture of terror and humiliation. Caught in the act, Joe thought ruefully, and about to be murdered.
"Donato," Carmen scolded. "I thought I told you to wait for me."
Don almost laughed at Joe's thunderstruck expression.
"Q-Quoi?" Joe asked quietly, looking between the two Spanish people in the room.
Carmen crossed her arms and Joe couldn't help but notice her breasts perk up. He'd always admired Carmen, not just for her looks but for her control. She kept Don on a short leash most of the time, it was quite amusing. He could admit to himself that he fantasized about Carmen sometimes, when he felt extra lonely. She huffed. "Donato."
"Sorry, mi amor," Don apologized with a smirk. "I couldn't help myself."
"What's going on?"
Don chuckled at Joe's question. "Joe, my friend… we would like to make a… proposition."
Joe's eyes widened. Were they really asking what he thought they were asking? It wasn't something he often thought about but a menage a trois… it was an interesting thought, especially when he factored in the beautiful Carmen and the handsome Don Flamenco.
"Joe…" Carmen purred, sauntering toward Joe. He was still on Don's lap, facing away from her, and Joe felt extremely tense. Just as soon as the tenseness appeared, it melted away when he felt Carmen's arms embrace him from behind. "There is nothing to worry about, mi amigo francés. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with, bueno?"
Joe swallowed hard and nodded, stifling a moan when Carmen's sharp nails gently dragged themselves across his chest. "O-Oui… Just be gentle, cher."
Don chuckled, nuzzling Joe's neck with his large nose. "Of course."
Joe shot Don a look and sniffed. "I didn't think you knew the meaning of the word, monsieur."
"Don, what did you do?" Carmen accused playfully, gently kissing the back of Joe's neck. His shiver in response made Carmen smile brightly and she giggled.
Don smirked at Joe and Carmen. "Well, Joe and I had a little, eh… run-in at the locker rooms earlier. I wasn't exactly the most patient…"
Carmen frowned at Don. "Oh Donato, you didn't hurt the poor man, did you? Oh poor Joe…" She pressed sweet kisses all down Joe's neck and all the way down his spine. Joe shivered violently and gasped, gripping Don's arm tightly.
Don chuckled again. "Oh, it wasn't that bad. He loved it, didn't you, hombre?"
Joe nodded, unable to speak past the occasional gasp. As Carmen continued to gently press kisses to various parts of Joe's body, Don stuck his fingers in Joe's mouth again. "Someone's back is sensitive, eh amigo?" Reminded of what happened earlier, Joe felt his dick twitch with anticipation. Was he going to end up sucking Don off again? Or would it be different this time?
To be continued…
