AJ looked down at Bobby, confusion on his adorable face. "Of course we're gonna talk. What else would we do? There's no Xbox or PS3 here and I know you aren't gonna sit there and let me watch TV by myself."
"Of course not," said Bobby, his face stretching in a goofy grin. "We'll talk about whatever you like. Anything good on TV?"
"Eh, it's How I Met Your Mother Again. I'm going to check what's on G4; I heard they had a Gears of War 3 preview special on. You know anything about that game? What am I saying? I keep forgetting you don't care."
"I don't know much about it. Why don't you tell me?"
AJ squinted. "Bobby, are you high?"
"A little. I'm fine. Come on, tell me about your game."
"Ok, cool. It's like this-"
As AJ launched into an explanation of the game, he moved a little closer to Bobby, so close that Bobby could feel the enticing heat of his skin. His dick was twitching, and he pulled up the loose sheet to cover himself a little bit. He already knew this was going to be a losing battle. His eyes drifted downwards, and he noticed that AJ's shirt had pulled up at the waist, showing off an incredibly rosy strip of skin. From there, he mentally followed the curve of AJ's tremendously juicy ass and wondered what it would be like when he finally got his hands on it. How would AJ's moans of pleasure sound? He grabbed the top sheet closer and realized he was probably the horniest he had been all year. Damn that weed! Damn James!
He looked back up at AJ, who was still talking animatedly, and instead of listening, he thought about how AJ's tongue would feel in his mouth. He wondered if AJ would be a good kisser and how much he wanted to run his tongue along AJ's jaw. His erection throbbed against his shorts. He slid his fingers under the sheet and down, circling his fingers around the head of his cock, rubbing himself in short, subtle strokes.
"Don't you think so?" asked AJ.
"What?"
"Have you been listening to a word I've said?"
"Not really. I'm sorry."
"Well what did you ask me for? And you're smiling. You aren't really sorry."
"You're right, but I'm Canadian. I have to say sorry at least once a day."
AJ laughed a little. "You're so funny sometimes."
Bobby didn't say anything. His right hand was still in his shorts, his fingers stroking the sensitive spot beneath the head. He captured AJ's eyes with his own, icy sky against calm seas. He raised his left hand to AJ's shoulder, skimming his hand along the fabric, and rested it on the back of AJ's neck. AJ leaned forward, hesitated for a second, and then kissed Bobby, his lips trembling ever so slightly at first, then firming up and continuing the kiss with a fervent, long denied passion. The taste of AJ's lips was a little sweetand tangy and the very taste of him made Bobby turn and press himself urgently against him, feeling only slightly surprised to discover AJ was as hard as he was. He slipped his left hand under AJ's shirt and stroked the soft skin on his stomach. AJ moved his hands to Bobby's back and massaged his warm golden skin, up and down and around. Their hips ground fiercely against each other.
AJ pulled back just long enough to take his shirt off and drop it on the floor, and then dove back into Bobby for more. Bobby's lips parted and AJ's tongue darted in, gently at first, and then with more and more urgency. Bobby moved his hand up and played with AJ's nipples, circling them with his fingers, feeling them grow stiff. His other hand slid down AJ's back, his fingers sliding down his spine until he got to AJ's ass, which he began to squeeze and fondle. After a minute, he pulled AJ on top of him so he could use both hands.
AJ broke the kiss and started kissing Bobby lightly on the cheeks and neck, returning every so often to kiss him on the mouth and suck on his bottom lip. Bobby's breaths were coming in huge pants now. His dick felt hard enough to impale a building. AJ rose up to unzip his jeans and push them down to mid-thigh; now all that separated them were two very thin layers of clothing. Bobby speeded up his hips and AJ moaned in his ear.
"AJ," Bobby whispered, "please don't stop, I love you, oh please, oh my God, I love you, I want you so bad every fucking day..." He spread his legs and wrapped his luscious thighs around AJ's waist, and then moved his hands inside AJ's shorts to grab again at his ass. Their mouths met again, their tongues swirling together, sparks jumping from their skin at each touch and bite and grab. AJ's hand found Bobby's nipple and began to tweak and pull. A gathering tightness in Bobby's groin let him know he wouldn't last much longer.
"I'm getting close," AJ murmured. "Should I...I don't know..."
"On my stomach," Bobby answered.
AJ got to his knees and pulled down his boxer shorts. His dick popped, slick and rock solid, and he started jerking off, his eyes locked onto Bobby's, one hand on Bobby's stomach to steady himself. Bobby yanked his own dick out and began furiously stroking himself as well. After a few seconds, AJ shut his eyes tight and cried out, splattering himself on Bobby's taut body. He sighed and sat back, savoring the orgasm as he listened to Bobby gasp and finish himself off, his ass and thighs clenching tightly as he came.
AJ climbed over Bobby's legs and crashed onto the bed. Bobby reached out for his shorts and wiped himself off. Without a word, AJ put an arm around Bobby and kissed him. They smiled at each other one last time before AJ turned the TV off and they drifted off to sleep.