Chapter 20
Bryce
Bryce’s orgasm went on forever. He barely touched his dick before it spurted jets of sticky white cum across the tips of his fingers and the dark blue of Holden’s sheets. Behind him, Holden groaned, hips still as he came.
And came.
And came.
A wet heat continued to pour into Bryce’s ass, and a shiver tore through him when hot cum trickled out of him and dribbled down his sac and his shaft.
“So much fucking cum inside of you,” Holden murmured, his hands releasing Bryce’s hips and petting long and delicate lines over the arch of his back. “You’re so fucking full, it’s already leaking out of you and I’ve got so much more for you still.”
Bryce’s breathing stuttered as he realized what was happening, when he realized Holden was helping him live out one of his dirtiest fantasies.
Holden’s cock was still inside of him and Holden gave a slow thrust, the squelch of cum and lube louder than his own heartbeat.
His stomach cramped and a familiar fullness overtook him.
Bryce flattened his cheek against the sheets and reached back, feeling for the reassuring shape of Holden’s body.
“Is that what you needed?” Holden whispered, finally easing himself out of Bryce’s hole. His body gaped and chased after the sensation of being stuffed full of cock even as cum poured out of his ass for how much was inside of him. “Is that enough cum to fill you up?”
Holden reached around and gently pressed his fingertips against Bryce’s stomach, barely distended. Bryce moaned, a violent shiver bursting out of him. The move was so sudden, more cum pooled around his puckered rim before leaking out of him and down the backs of his thighs.
“You’re full of it,” he said. “Full to bursting. You made me come so fucking hard.”
Bryce closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of all the cum inside of him, the way his body ached for more of it even though he knew it was too much.
Holden dragged his fingertips up the split of Bryce’s ass, pushing two fingers in with embarrassing ease.
Bryce moaned and thrashed, and Holden quieted him through it, pushing some of the escaped cum back into his body.
“God, you should see yourself.” Holden groaned, a low and rumbling sound in the back of his throat. He withdrew his fingers from Bryce’s hole and spread him open. “Show it to me. Show me your hole.”
Bryce’s entire body broke out in a cold sweat, gooseflesh peppering his arms as he bore down and pushed out to give Holden what he wanted. Holden made a pleased sound and then his mouth was there, tongue wet and hot against Bryce’s insides.
“I fucking love you,” Holden said next, pulling away and covering Bryce’s swollen entrance with his hand.
There was no stopping the constant dribble of cum that had already started to slide out of him, but Holden’s hand there made Bryce feel like it would stay in a little while longer, that the fantasy wasn’t ready to be over yet.
“I love you,” he rasped, sounding drunk even to his own ears.
“I want you again.”
Holden lowered Bryce onto his side and fitted his body against Bryce’s back.
A cock nudged Bryce’s ass and then Holden was inside of him again, thrusting long and slow, cum slicking his way.
Bryce was so wet between his legs, so sticky, and Holden fucked into him like they had all the time in the world.
Bryce shuddered, reaching back and grabbing Holden’s hair in his sweaty fingers.
“Could fuck you like this forever.” Holden angled his face to the side and kissed Bryce’s wrist, hips still moving at a torturously slow pace. Bryce’s cock had never softened, and it thickened the longer Holden fucked him.
“Can you really come again?”
Holden nodded, eyes hooded.
He did come again, nearly twenty minutes later, both of them sticky and wet and sweaty.
Holden reached around and stroked Bryce through another orgasm before he allowed his own, and that one was the end of it.
They both collapsed in the mess they’d made of Holden’s bed, chests heaving and eyes closed.
Holden’s dick slipped out of Bryce’s ass and a waterfall of cum followed.
He was so full of cum, he didn’t even need to push it out.
He would eventually, but Holden had made sure there was more than enough for Bryce to experience the fullness and the dirtiness in the way he wanted.
“Holden.”
Holden hummed, reaching up and grabbing Bryce’s hand in his own. He pulled it back and kissed Bryce’s knuckles before letting it fall.
“Thank you,” Bryce whispered.
Holden made an affirmative noise and let out a long, steady exhale.
“Just give me five more minutes,” Holden murmured, “and I’ll get you cleaned up.”
“Don’t want to be clean.”
“I know.” He pressed his fingertips against Bryce’s hole and fucked some of the drying cum back into him. “You’d stay like this forever if you didn’t have bills. Naked and full of cum…ready to be filled with more cum.”
Bryce’s dick twitched at the thought, which was preposterous that his body even thought he’d be able to go again.
He could probably do three orgasms under normal circumstances, but what Holden had given him wasn’t normal.
This was some epic fantasy fulfillment, and he was going to be riding this high for weeks.
“We’re a mess, though,” Holden went on, kissing Bryce’s shoulder. He untangled their bodies and crawled off the bed, standing there naked and gorgeous.
Bryce shifted his weight, rolling toward the other side of the bed to stop Holden before he went too far. He appreciated they had absolutely wrecked the bed, but he was desperate to be close to Holden as he came down from the adrenaline of their fucking.
“Not yet,” he pleaded, scraping his fingers across Holden’s thigh.
Bryce moved onto all fours, cum sloshing in his belly. It hurt but it felt so fucking good, and he rested his forehead against Holden’s stomach to catch his breath.
“Let me suck you,” he begged, dragging his nose through Holden’s dark happy trail but stopping short of taking Holden’s half-soft cock into his mouth. “Let me suck you while I push out this cum. Please.”
Holden tangled his fingers into Bryce’s hair and angled his face up so Bryce could see him nod.
Bryce took Holden’s entire length into his mouth, moaning when the soft tip of Holden’s cock pressed against the back of his throat.
Holden’s fingers in his hair were still, guiding not leading, as Bryce hollowed his cheeks and sucked.
Holden didn’t get much harder, but the sounds he made were enough to keep Bryce going.
“Keep up your end of the deal,” Holden coaxed, stretching himself over the arch of Bryce’s back to lightly slap his ass. “Make sure you get all of that cum out so I can put more into you later.”
Bryce grunted, bearing down and pushing out a trickle of cum that dripped down his balls and onto the bed.
Holden thrust gently into his mouth, throwing his head back and moaning softly while Bryce sucked him.
There was no urgency between them, no rush.
Bryce sucked Holden’s cock until his jaw ached and he was certain he’d have to buy Holden a new bed for how much cum he’d pushed out onto the sheets.
When the pressure inside of him eased, Bryce let Holden’s cock fall out of his mouth.
He collapsed against Holden’s stomach, limp and boneless when Holden sat down on the edge of the bed and took Bryce into his arms. Holden kissed the top of his head, whispering things that sounded nice to Bryce’s ears, even if they didn’t quite make sense to him in that moment.
Bryce was able to pick out the confessions of love, the praise over how deep Bryce took Holden’s cum, the promises of more…
“Are you with me again?” Holden’s mouth was warm against the top of his head, a kiss into his sweaty hair.
“I’m with you forever, I think.”
Holden’s breath hitched and he tightened his arms around Bryce.
“I don’t hate that,” Holden said. “But forever needs to start with a warm shower and some fresh sheets.”
“A fresh mattress.”
Holden stood again, this time helping Bryce to his feet. More cum leaked out of him, and he reached back to cup himself so he didn’t ruin Holden’s floor on the way to the bathroom.
“This is decidedly unsexy,” he muttered, hobbling across the studio apartment and straight into the shower.
Holden chuckled, reaching in and turning the water on for him.
“I think you look good enough to eat,” Holden countered. “Flushed and sticky with cum, absolutely wrecked and used. I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.”
Bryce rested his head against the back wall of the shower while the water warmed, and he searched Holden’s face for any indication the other man was lying.
He didn’t think Holden would do that, but Bryce also understood what Holden had done for him was a little bit out of the norm and far beyond something basic like handcuffs and spanking.
“Are you good in here on your own?” Holden asked. “I’m going to strip the bed.”
“I’ll be good,” he said.
Holden watched him a second longer before stepping away from the shower and shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Bryce closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands while the hot water rained down on him.
He couldn’t believe that had just happened.
Groaning, he reached behind him and felt the tender circumference of his hole, pushing more cum out onto his fingertips.
Eventually he would get rid of the fake stuff and get to Holden’s actual seed, but he also hoped Holden had spent far enough inside of him that the real stuff might stay up there until the morning.
He stopped trying to empty himself, then washed up and turned off the shower.
He made one last attempt to empty himself before wrapping a towel around his waist and shuffling out of the bathroom.
The bed, when he went to get clean underwear, looked pristine, like they’d never even laid on it, let alone fucked on it.
The new sheets were hunter green, and Holden had even changed the pillowcases.
Bryce danced his fingers across the soft cotton before heading for the kitchen where he heard Holden working.
He caught up to his boyfriend at the counter, one plate in front of him stacked high with cubed cheese and crackers and sliced lunch meat. Bryce hadn’t been hungry, but at the sight of the snack tray, his stomach growled. More cum leaked out of him and he groaned, dropping his head back.
“I already put a towel on the couch,” Holden said, grabbing the plate and a glass of water. “You’re fine.”
They sat together on the couch, the food on Holden’s lap and the water in Bryce’s hand.
Bryce nestled himself against Holden’s side, eating slowly and enjoying the soft caress of Holden’s fingers against the outside of his arm.
Bryce stared at their reflection in the dark TV screen, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.
“Are you okay?” Holden asked, breath ruffling Bryce’s hair.
“Better than. That was…that was everything.”
“As good as you imagined?”
“Better.” He angled his face up for a kiss, which Holden gave him without being asked. “How are you?”
“I’m perfect.”
They ate a while longer, quiet in the companionable and safe silence of Holden’s apartment.
Bryce’s lashes fluttered and he passed the water to Holden without another word.
Holden set the water and the plate on the coffee table, and then opened his arms to Bryce, who burrowed against his chest like he wanted to get under Holden’s skin.
He did, in a way. Not a creepy way, but in a connected way.
Holden seemed to sense the need, still lingering from before.
He held Bryce steady and sure until Bryce fell into a calm and peaceful sleep.