Chapter 9 The one with the video game controller
In the bathroom, alone, Jared tried to keep his voice down.
Normally, prepping himself wasn’t that exciting, just part of the deed, but today he was horny as a dog in heat and couldn’t help it. That was why he wasn’t outside playing those classic, almost vintage, video games with Dylan.
He’d already douched and softened the tight ring of muscles in his ass.
Now he was practically fucking himself with a plastic wiener because it felt too good to stop.
But he had to. Jared wasn’t just doing this for funsies.
He wanted Dylan to fuck him and wasn’t patient enough to have that man touching and taking all the time in the world to loosen him up.
Jared loved to be the one doing the thrusting, but it’d been over two weeks since he’d had that thick dick stretching him. His hole was starved. More so since they had people over today, and their usual morning sex didn’t happen.
Releasing a long sigh as he pulled the toy out of him, Jared shivered in anticipation. Everything was pulsing. His head. His cock. His greedy asshole. Just the memories of how Dylan’s hands and girth felt on and inside of him doubled his arousal. It was such a rush...
Fuckity, Fockity, Foo!
I've become a nympho for Dylan.
Sue me.
Jared gave everything he’d used a rapid cleaning and walked out of the bathroom. His nipples hardened at the temperature difference, but the slightly cooler living room only amped his need to be trapped under Dylan’s muscular body.
“You okay? It took you long e... nough.” The game was still on, so Dylan only spared a quick glance in Jared’s direction. Yet his lips curling up couldn’t hide the “sex mode” switching on.
“It’s been a while since you’ve fucked me,” Jared said, touching Dylan’s shoulder as he put the lube on the coffee table and knelt on the couch beside him. Just in case his intentions weren’t clear enough.
He didn’t even have to ask him to pause the game. Dylan immediately set the gamepad aside to let Jared straddle him, a hand reaching for his thigh, caressing him up and down.
However, he still decided to prolong the torture.
“I was at a crucial moment,” Dylan said, tipping his chin towards the TV. “Do you mind if I continue till the safe zone? Then I promise all my attention will be solely focused on you.”
“Are you for real now?” Jared scoffed, the grinding on Dylan’s lap coming to a halt. He was barely starting to recover from feeling like he was not enough, and couldn’t deal with this type of crap.
“I didn’t say you could leave.” Dylan pressed Jared’s hips down on him when he attempted to get up. “Just give me five more minutes, yeah?” He shifted his position slightly, allowing Jared to feel his hardening dick.
“Fine.” He huffed, pouting and making it evident he wasn’t happy with this.
“Good boy.” Dylan pecked Jared’s jaw, arms framing him as he grabbed the controller again and pressed play.
Wrapped around him as he played, the metal sounds of swords clashing resonated in the room while Jared entertained himself by kissing and nipping on Dylan’s neck. He could also join in this torturous game, maybe even end it sooner.
“You know…” Jared whispered in Dylan’s ear, slowly rocking his hips, deliberately squeezing his cockhead beneath him. “We could be having more fun if we—”
“You really did come prepared,” Dylan rasped.
“What—” Jared stopped moving, baffled, unable to identify the object prodding his entrance.
It wasn’t a finger. He was so used to Dylan’s touch that he could tell whether it was him or not with his eyes closed in the darkest of dark rooms. It couldn’t be a toy either—Jared had left them all in the bathroom.
Something clicked in his head.
“Are you pushing the fucking gamepad into my ass?”
“What if I am?” Dylan chuckled, gaze fixed on the TV.
“You freaky little shit.” Jared laughed, not even attempting to get away.
“Look who’s talking. I think I just unlocked a new level of kink in you.”
Jared was about to retort, but Dylan pressed the middle grip harder against him.
“Oh, fuck!” he whimpered and moaned, and then felt like the sluttiest slut as he began to gently rock back and forth.
You see, normal controllers have two legs—grips or whatever you wanna call them—but this one also had a longer one in the middle.
Apparently, it was designed to hold in different positions depending on which game you were playing, though in Jared’s opinion, it wasn’t the most comfortable or ergonomic to use.
Still, holy shit! Even just the tip was doing wonders in his ass, the side handles digging into his flesh as well.
“Feeling good?” Dylan teased, peppering his collarbone with kisses.
“It’d be way better if it was your dick, but y-yes!” he moaned the last part, realizing just now that nothing but his obscene sounds and uneven breathing were echoing in the space. “I thought you said you wanted to finish the quest.”
“I wanted to, but your desperate little whore act is distracting... and way more interesting.” Dylan pushed the controller even harder against Jared, the bite on the skin of his asscheeks starting to hurt.
Oh well.
“Fuck... Fuck…” Jared whined, rolling his hips faster, enjoying the way his dick was furiously rubbing against Dylan’s abs while his ass was invaded by the strange object.
“Can you fuck me already, please?” he begged, crudely screwing the gamepad, because why the hell not?
They were giving a whole new meaning to beating someone’s ass in a game, and Jared was here for it. Though he wasn’t sure who was winning.
“When you ask me like that…”
Dylan ripped a gasp from Jared when he swiftly pulled the controller away from his hole, making him feel suddenly empty. Then, without warning, he wrapped an arm around his waist and hauled him down, pressing his back flat on the couch.
“Are you gonna be a good boy or a bad boy tonight?” Dylan asked as he rolled his hoodie up, throwing it to the floor before he repositioned and pressed his massive erection against Jared.
“What would get me some ruthless dicking?”
Dylan chuckled, bending forward to flick his tongue over Jared’s nipple. And, like always, he took his time.
Slowly, he explored his skin, not leaving an inch untouched. Neck, pecs, abs, legs... But not even once did Dylan brush Jared’s dick, which was already leaking with pre-cum. It was a real struggle. He was stiff as fuck and ready to amp things up.
Dylan’s hands traveled to his ass, giving it a light smack before spreading his cheeks and teasing his hole.
“You’re burning, candy boy.” He sucked Jared’s nipple.
“I need... I—” Jared groaned, bucking his hips up when Dylan pushed two fingers inside of him and rubbed them over his needy prostate. “Yes!” His voice came out torn.
Dylan had probably toyed with him for ten minutes, maybe thirty? Jared had lost track of time. Either way, it felt like hours to his aching body.
He reached for his own dick to help himself, but Dylan slapped his hand away.
“What the fuck?”
“Not yet.”
“Then do it yourself. Touch me,” Jared choked out, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the heat snake through his insides. It was becoming painful.
“Look at me,” Dylan commanded.
He did, no questions asked.
“Keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes. If you dare to defy me, I’ll stop. Understood?”
Jared nodded like an idiot.
“Now, give me your hands.” Dylan yanked the gamepad from the console, almost smashing it on the floor.
Jared obeyed, and soon, his wrists were tied tightly with its cord. Because, again, why the hell not?
“Keep them above your head.”
As if under a spell, Jared did as he was told, exposing himself to this man. He was vulnerable now, completely at the mercy of his wicked fantasies. Even so, Jared felt safe. He knew Dylan would never trespass his boundaries without his consent.
“Do you still want me to touch you?”
What type of question was that? “Fuck, yes!” Jared contorted, hands clawing at the armrest, aching for more contact on every part of him. “Make me come... I can’t take it anymore, Dylan.”
Dylan didn’t deny him any further. Dropping his head down, he licked the growing puddle of pre-cum off Jared’s stomach, only to swallow him whole right after.
“Holy shit!” Jared moaned out loud, battling the need to close his eyes and toss his head back. But he didn’t forget what Dylan had instructed, and all he wanted was to please him, make him proud and happy.
Jared spread his legs wider, resting one of his heels on the coffee table, almost knocking over the glasses, and propping the other on the upper back part of the couch. Dylan continued sucking him and massaging his balls, slowing down when he felt him nearing the end.
The sounds flooding the room became messy, so frantic Jared felt himself on the verge of sobbing. What even? It was humiliating, to say the least, but eh, it worked. Dylan finally took pity on him.
Letting go of Jared’s cock for a moment, Dylan stood up and dropped his sweatpants and boxers on the floor. Rubbing a handful of lube over his throbbing cock, he fell to his knees between Jared’s legs, and after checking he was wet and open enough, he pushed into him.
Jared cried out.
“You’re such a good boy,” Dylan husked, moving his hips in circles.
“I am, right?”
Jared was shuddering when Dylan buried himself deep, the orgasm already pulsing on the tip of his cock.
“You are... the best. Always so pretty, and so obedient.”
Jared’s eyes were consciously fixed on the handsome man staring back at him, but as Dylan began to thrust, his vision went black.
Like he’d begged for, he ruthlessly rammed into him.
The slapping of skin on skin made the sensation of their sweaty, connected bodies that much more real.
They groaned, and profanities filled the room as they gave everything to each other.
Dylan grabbed both of Jared’s ankles, bringing his calves up to his shoulders. The angle changed, and ecstasy propagated through his nerves. But it wasn’t until the most sonorous, stinging smack on the side of his ass rang in his ears and through his entire system, that his orgasm rolled free.
“Fuck!” Jared choked out a moan as his hips bucked uncontrollably.
Another spank.
Jared’s dick twitched, painting their skin in white—how so much cum kept pouring out was beyond him.
His body pulsed in between the intermittent chills tightening up his balls.
And although he was almost gone, barely remembering his own name, he didn’t miss the way a smirk curled Dylan’s lips.
He was happy, and so damn proud of the mess they’d created.
Mission accomplished.
Slowing down a bit as he emptied himself, Dylan kept thrusting, prolonging this exhilarating moment. His abs rippled in a hypnotizing, sinuous motion starting under his strong pecs and ending on those powerful hips. Rhythm faltering sightly as he emptied himself.
Dylan was so hot, so beautiful… Jared’s hands caressed him all the way up to his neck. Touching him like this was not enough anymore. He wanted to get under his skin, become part of him.
With their eyes connected, their breathing synchronized after several agonizing minutes of chaos. Dylan bent down and crashed their mouths together.
Spent, Jared kissed him back. Their tongues entangled, sending him to a cosmic cage with no key or exit route.
“How about I prepare a warm bath for the two of us while you finish coming down from your high?” Dylan whispered against Jared’s lips, pulling his flaccid cock out of him while his fingers untied the cord around his wrists.
“That’d be nice, yeah,” he said over the sound of the controller rattling as it hit the floor.
“I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” Dylan pecked his forehead and got up, leaving Jared feeling torn.
He knew what he was getting into when they started this adventure.
But given his mental state and the pledge he’d sworn against love, he never considered the possibility of catching feelings.
Not when it had been clear from the start that Dylan wasn’t seeking a partner.
Yet here he was, mentally begging this man to stay with him. To really see him. To love him.
Jared covered his face with both palms to force the emotions back.
He was the shittiest person on earth. It had barely been two and a half months since he broke up with his boyfriend. How could he be over him and their six-year relationship so fast? How could he even consider dropping his heart into someone else’s hands when the feelings weren’t reciprocated?
It was as if everything he’d experienced with Paul was just a speck of dust in the universe compared to the natural disasters Dylan caused inside of him.
Why did Jared keep chasing after the scary unknown?
Dylan constantly pushed him out of his comfort zone, yet he still felt safer than anything Jared had known. That man had become his shelter.
Why am I such a masochist?
“Candy boy, water is ready.”
Reluctantly, Jared got up. His semen gliding down his body while Dylan’s began dripping out of his ass as he walked.
“Come here,” Dylan said, outstretching a hand to him as he sat on the toilet lid. “Turn around.”
Not sure what his deal was now, Jared did what he asked, releasing a little whine the moment Dylan pressed a plug into his ass.
“Let’s keep my cum in there for a bit longer, yeah?” he whispered once he stood up, brushing his lips over Jared’s neck. “Even if it’s just temporary, I wanna leave my mark on you. When we’re here, you’re mine.”
Jared nodded, breath caught up in his throat.
Here and on Mars, I belong to you.
Dylan then gently rubbed a wet cloth over his abdomen and wobbly legs. Once Jared was completely clean, he helped him into the tub, sliding right in behind.
“I love it when you let me do whatever I want,” he rasped, running gentle fingers through Jared’s hair, slicking it back.
“It was incredible.” Jared tipped his head back and rested it on Dylan’s shoulder.
“You good?”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes closed and he sighed. “Just exhausted. It was quite intense.”
Dylan chuckled, chest vibrating against Jared’s back. “It was. Fuck... Your skin was so hot right from the start, I honestly don’t know how I didn’t burst into flames the moment you sat on me.”
“Because you’re evil and feed on my pleas.”
“I really love when you’re so damn horny. You become so... malleable.”
“Because I trust you will never do something I don’t like or can’t take.”
“I would never do such a thing, no. You’re my pretty candy boy.” Dylan pressed a kiss to his temple, breathing him in.
Jared wanted to confess. To tell him he wanted more than just sex, and that these fleeting moments together made him feel like the most precious thing on earth. But, afraid of being rejected and losing what they had, he kept his feelings to himself.