Chapter 30 Luc
THIRTY
LUC
I’m panting harder than I was during the game when Jesse leads me over to the kitchen island. My legs are wobbly, and my clothes have been haphazardly thrown on the floor in the entryway. It’s all I can do to follow his swaying ass, barely covered by one of my dress shirts.
Jesse mentioned dinner, and it smells good in here, definitely something that smells like spices my dad would have taught him to use, but he doesn’t tell me to sit or take anything out of the oven. Instead, he pulls a sports drink out of the fridge and sets it in front of me.
“Drink this,” he says. “You’re going to need it.”
Before I can open the bottle and get more than a few swallows down, Jesse moves behind me and pushes my shoulders, so I’m bent over the counter.
So, he’s in one of those moods? I gulp down as much of the sports drink as I can before I have to brace both hands on the marble countertop.
Jesse grips my ass cheeks and spreads them open, spitting directly on my crack before laving his tongue through it, sucking and teasing my hole until I’m hard and moaning all over again.
He spears me with his tongue, teasing my rim with the metal stud of his barbell.
“Please tell me you’re getting me ready to fuck me,” I groan, pushing back on his tongue. I hiss when he pushes a finger inside me. “Yesss.” I moan, clenching around his finger, wordlessly begging for more.
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when Jesse stands, licking a stripe of sweat from my spine as he leans over me and purrs into my ear. “I have a different kind of surprise in mind for you. If you open up for me real nice, I promise it’s going to be so good.”
Jesse reaches for a small gift box and slides it over to me, instructing me to open it. Inside is a bottle of lube, and two black silicone devices. One is shaped a bit like a joystick, not much bigger than my thumb and first finger with two rings at one end. The other is an oval disk.
He lifts the joystick out of the box and brings it to my mouth, pushing the soft, yet firm silicone between my lips. I open for him, my eyes on his as he rubs the toy along my tongue before taking it out and replacing it with his tongue instead.
We’ve played with toys here and there, but nothing quite like this.
For Christmas, we made each other custom replicas of each other’s dicks.
It was a fun, if not slightly awkward, activity to do in the days between visiting my family and his New Year’s Eve concert.
The original thought was that we could have a part of each other when we’re apart for weeks at a time, but we’ve had fun playing with them together as well.
Jesse likes to use plugs to prep himself so he’s ready for me when I get home from practice.
, but I have no idea what this contraption is that Jesse is now lubing up and cinching my balls through.
I’m a little concerned it might be some kind of pseudo-sexual torture device.
It doesn’t hurt. It’s just weird how he pulls my balls through one of the rings.
It’s like the way he gathers his hair in a ponytail.
I shouldn’t be surprised when the joystick part is pushed inside me, but I was distracted by the band around my balls.
Jesse moves in front of me and lifts himself up onto the counter, smirking as he reaches for what I’m pretty sure is a remote. I have just enough time to brace myself before he pushes the button, and I gasp, knees shaking. “Shit.”
“Oh, that is fun,” he says, and wraps his legs around me, holding me close and kissing me while the device vibrates, sending a jolt all the way up my spine.
It’s stimulating me from the inside out, so intense at even the low setting that I can barely do more than gasp for breath and try to stay upright every time he presses the button.
“Damn, baby, you look close to coming again already,” Jesse says, looking down at my cock. The red, angry looking tip exposed and leaking profusely. “I thought if I drained you first this would take longer.”
He presses the button again, and I growl. “Jesse…”
“I just can’t decide if I want to keep playing with you or sit on your dick and ride you until you scream.”
“The second one,” I choke out, pulling one of the counter-height chairs over. “Right now,” I demand. I don’t even want to walk to the bedroom. I need to come now, and I need to do it deep inside him.
With a filthy smirk on his face, Jesse begins to unbutton his shirt, but I reach over and rip it open. Buttons fly everywhere, and his slim, cut, pale body is on display for me in nothing but a white lace garter that circles his waist and both thighs.
“Fuck, you’re in trouble now,” I growl, pulling his hips towards me and engulfing his cock in my mouth.
My fingers trail behind his balls, and I’m pleased to feel the base of a plug there.
Sometimes I like to complain about not getting to prep him myself, but I’ll be damned if I’m not grateful this time.
I twist and play with it for a few moments until a jolt goes through me as the vibration starts up again.
I choke around Jesse’s cock and pull off, eyes locked on his I dare you stare.
I pull the plug from his ass and drop it to the floor, pulling Jesse on top of me and guiding my cock inside him. He lowers himself on top of me and starts with a slow roll, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Thank fuck he did a good job prepping, because I barely give him time to adjust.
“Luc, baby…” Jesse holds onto my neck and pulls my lips to his. “So good.”
Holding him around his waist, I guide him up and down my cock, his thigh muscles flexing. But as soon as he pushes the button again, I falter. It’s all I can do to hold him down, jerking and moaning, until he releases the button again.
“Fuck, I can feel you vibrating inside me,” Jesse pants.
“You need to be careful with that thing,” I say breathlessly. “I’m likely to lose control and jackhammer you.” I cough out a laugh and move to resume Jesse’s easy ride when I flick my eyes up to his and see that stare again.
My mouth drops open as Jesse not only presses the button, he turns it up and locks it before tossing it across the room.
I can’t fathom a thing past the rattle in my brain and the overwhelming, screaming sensation inside me as the toy vibrates against my prostate and taint at once, while squeezing around the base of my cock and balls.
Jesse’s ass tightens around me, and at first all I can do is let out a low, guttural moan as my entire being vibrates with the toy.
My control shatters, my mind driven wild with the need to release the impossible energy inside me.
Hooking my arms beneath his legs, I stand and tip Jesse back so he’s lying across the kitchen island, jerking violently as he’s fucked hard and fast. My arms flex, holding his legs open and his ass at just the right angle, pulling him against me as my hips pound into him so hard, he’ll probably have bruises.
He doesn’t seem to mind, though. If anything, he’s abandoned his better sense the same way I have, surrendering to the sensations pulsing through his body.
A loud, continuous cry pours out of him, broken only by the staccato rhythm of my cock slamming into his body, driving air and sound from his chest. The harsh smack of our bodies coming together, the squelch of lube and cum.
Drool drips from my open mouth, and my own feral grunts mix with the relentless buzz of the vibrator.
Sharp, piercing pleasure rips down my spine, and I choke as my cock engorges, the rings tightening painfully around my balls.
I increase the speed and force of my hips, and a scream tears out of Jesse as his cock erupts, spraying so hard cum hits me in the face and flings across the kitchen.
He clenches so hard it throws my never-ending orgasm into overdrive, making me roar through another wave of relentless pleasure-pain.
Jesse and I are coming violently, while I’m pounding into him like some kind of wild beast. Cum is spraying through the air, and we’re screaming and grunting and basically frothing at the mouth.
And that’s when my front door opens.
AJ’s wide eyes pass through a multitude of emotions all at once, and he scrambles backwards.
His foot lands on the discarded butt plug that I threw to the floor earlier, and his legs fly out from under him.
The bags he was holding fly into the air, and everything comes crashing down.
He lands in a heap on my discarded clothes, covered in food and crying, “Oh, God! I’m sorry! Oh My God!”
Worse yet, the prostate massager is still moving violently inside me, my brain short-circuiting with the continued assault of overstimulation on every nerve ending, and I’m completely unable to make sense of anything that’s happening.
I have half a mind to cover Jesse’s naked body, but all I can really do is lean over him, slack-jawed, drool and cum dripping from my face, while my hips keep jerking uncontrollably, still hard and rutting inside him involuntarily.
AJ scrambles back through the front door, slamming it multiple times to try to get it to close, but my pants are bunched up in the doorjamb, so it just keeps bouncing open again.
Finally, still crying out that he’s sorry and that he did not need to see that, AJ abandons the door.
We can hear his footsteps beating a path to the elevator, muttering to himself until the ding of the door opening sounds.
Shaking uncontrollably, I manage to release my cock and balls from the restraints, pull the deadly weapon from my ass and fall onto the floor with my arms and legs splayed wide, panting and staring wide eyed at the ceiling.
What the fuck just happened?
“Shit. Fuck. Shit!” I can’t articulate much past a string of repeated curses and unintelligible frustrated noises.
It’s another twenty minutes before I’m able to get my shit together enough to be able to walk, much less think clearly enough to work through everything that just happened.
AJ isn’t answering his phone, but from my balcony, I can still see his car in the parking lot.
“Shit. Fuck. Shit!” I turn my head to look at Jesse, who is still sprawled across the kitchen island, watching me with an unreadable expression.
“I’m going to have to go out there. Are you alright?
” His lips quirk, letting me know he’s more than fine.
I kiss his forehead and give him a weak, pleading smile for moral support as I pull on my pants and the torn open dress shirt and head downstairs barefoot.
AJ makes a high-pitched noise of surprise and flinches a full foot off his seat when I knock on his window. He fumbles with the window button, which doesn’t work until he starts the car, which takes two tries.
He looks down at his hands twisting together in his lap. “Dude. I am so sorry. I didn’t know… I heard… And I thought…” He blows out a heavy breath and brings his hands up to cover his face. “I’m so sorry.”
I notice a photographer trying to get a good angle, and figure that as awkward as this is, it’s better for us to talk inside.
“Why don’t you come upstairs?”
He squeaks. This dude is almost the same size as me, maybe a bit leaner, but not a small guy by any means. Somehow, the squeak doesn’t seem completely out of character for him.
“AJ. Come upstairs. I’d like you to meet… my boyfriend.”
His fingers separate and he makes momentary eye contact before looking away again. “Your boyfriend?”
I sigh. “Yeah. My boyfriend.”
“His boyfriend. Who he was just plowing on the kitchen counter while making sounds like someone was being murdered.”
“AJ,” I snap, cutting off his muttering. “Are you coming in or not?”
He clears his throat and nods, still not looking me directly in the eye. Trusting that he’ll come up on his own time and wanting to have an extra minute to warn Jesse or carry him to the bedroom if need be, I turn on my heel and head inside.
I nod to the doorman on my way back to the elevator. “Mr. Hill,” I say in greeting.
“Mr. Martín,” he says back. “Making your friends cry again today, I see.”
I rub a hand over my face, and the elevator closes just as AJ enters the lobby again.
That should give me a couple of seconds to make sure my condo is fit for company.
Or at least I thought it did, because while I was taking my sweet time and allowing myself an extra minute to take several deep breaths in and out, AJ was running up seven flights of stairs.
He’s right behind me when I’m stepping inside.
Luckily, the place looks nothing like it did when I chased AJ out of the building.
The discarded clothes and food are all picked up, every surface is gleaming, there’s a container of disinfectant cleaning wipes out on the counter, and Jesse, fully dressed in my t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans, is pulling something that smells delicious out of the oven.
“Oh, thank God,” I mutter as AJ comes barreling in behind me. He takes a moment to look around, possibly questioning if he’s in the same home he walked into not that long ago.
Jesse walks over and kisses me on the cheek, wrapping one arm around my waist and extending the other to my friend.
“Hi AJ, I’m Jesse. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
AJ, still apologetic and embarrassed, accepts the handshake before flicking his eyes up to meet Jesse’s. Then his jaw drops open.
“Jesse, his boyfriend. His boyfriend Jesse…Jesse Moore?”
Still clasping Jesse’s hand, AJ’s eyes bounce rapidly between us before finally settling on me.
“You’re fucking serious right now?”
“Do you want to leave and come back again?” I ask, rolling my eyes.
“Uh, no. Definitely not. I’m so sorry. You’ve never had anyone over before, and I heard… sounds. I didn’t know what was happening.” AJ averts his eyes again and turns several shades of red and purple before Jesse bursts out laughing.
“Well, now you know.”
“Yeah… I definitely do.”