13 - Dan James
13
Dan James
We walked home together, my heart racing inside my chest. We’d barely managed to say a brief goodbye to our friends before we were out the door, and as soon as we made it into the apartment, we were on each other, desperate, my lips on his before the door was even closed.
Seeing Andy with that stranger, Miriam , according to Nina, had ignited something in my blood, something vicious, nasty, possessive , and it was still coursing through my veins as we made it into my bedroom, Andy shoving me to my bed, the move making me instantly hard, because fuck , I loved when he was a little rough with me.
He was instantly on top of me, his weight pressing against me in the most delicious way possible, and as he kissed me and roughly tried to tear out my clothes, I wanted to wipe from my mind all of the images of him with her, with anyone that wasn’t me. There was this aching feeling in my chest, a hollow hurt in my gut, and as much as I tried not to put meaning to it, it threatened to swallow me whole.
Once we had our shirts off and we were kissing ravenously, chest to chest, Andy started pulling down my pants, my cock popping out, hard and with a pearly bead already at the tip. Andy took his own pants off, our socks forgotten by the door with our shoes, and started giving me steady strokes, making my toes curl and my breath hitch, until he pulled slightly back and stared into my eyes in the low lighting filtering in from the street.
There were more shadows than anything else in the room, but I could still perfectly make out the line of Andy’s nose, of his brows, his strong jaw, and what little light made it into the room made his eyes shine just enough for me to feel their intensity.
My breath was coming in short as one of his fingers started sneaking to my entrance and it hitched once I felt him in my rim.
“Nervous?” he asked, voice at once rough like gravel and soft like silk.
My chest fluttered with a million emotions, and before I could manage to say I wasn’t, he tightened his grip on me, making me gasp.
“No lying , you brat.”
My gut tightened. “A little.”
All throughout the week, I’d been thinking about this. Ever since I’d found out how good he felt in my mouth I’d started wondering what he’d feel like elsewhere, and the images had kept coming in every time Andy pressed himself to my back, his hips fitting perfectly against my ass.
Every time he’d come close to touching my entrance, it was like tiny sparks of fire went off inside me, but the nervousness was still there, not just because I’d never done this before, but because it felt like it would be a step I wouldn’t be able to come back from. It felt like it would be too intimate, and with how weird my brain had been getting about the increasing fake intimacy between us, I hadn’t wanted to rock the boat.
But this hollow feeling in my chest–I needed something , something to push it away, and I wanted Andy inside me so badly I could explode.
“We can go slow,” Andy said, but I was already ready to refute him.
“I don’t want you to coddle me, I want it rough,” I said, pulling onto his heavenly blond hair to get his full attention. I wanted him to know I meant it. “Do it like you would with anyone else.”
“You want me to fuck you like an anonymous hookup? Fuck you mercilessly?”
My breath hitched, cock twitching, because it was exactly what I wanted, even as I also wanted something else. Something slightly different.
I nodded.
Andy started prepping me with his fingers, going slow, whispering dirty praise against my mouth, telling me I was doing so good, but it was not enough.
My chest felt tight with flutters, and as his fingers pressed against what could only be my prostate, tiny sparks of ecstasy reaching my toes, I needed more.
“I’m ready,” I said, breathing ragged. “Just do it.”
Andy turned me around, and once he had his condom on and got coated with lube, he started pressing into me, the feeling of his crown making it feel impossible to fit and yet so fucking right .
He went slow, one of his hands taking care of my cock as he kept pushing in further. I couldn’t decide whether I was overwhelmed by how big he felt or whether I was turned on beyond imagination and ready to come at the slightest provocation, letting out a mixture of moans and groans as I tried to press harder against him.
Andy chuckled in my ear, sounding a little bit hoarse, and we both groaned once he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, and fuck if I didn’t feel so mercilessly full.
Just the feeling of him filling me up was enough to have me trembling.
“Ready for me to start, baby?” Andy asked with a rough voice.
My heart jumped, liking the endearment almost too much.“Do it.”
And he did. He started thrusting and every push was difficult and yet so unspeakably good , I kept moaning, whining, for him to do more of it.
“You love it, don't you? You like being a slut for my cock, letting me use you like my toy? For my pleasure?”
I couldn’t deal with how warm all over his words were making me feel, I couldn't take it. It felt too good . “I don’t need you to be so nice , fuck me like a hookup.” I let out a ragged breath before I added, “I’m sure Vincent would be a lot rougher than this.”
Suddenly, I was pushed forward, head pressed against the pillow, at the same time as Andy took hold of my hair, tugging it threateningly. “What did you just say?”
“I said–”
“No, don't you fucking mention him again,” he said, voice vicious, pulling on my hair harder. “You want it hard, sweetheart? Then you’ll get it hard.”
And I did. He started fucking me in earnest, going in and out of me faster, rougher, almost pulling out completely before slamming back in, forcing moans out of me, hitting me right there, and it was just so fucking good , I was so close.
“Andy–”
“He's out of bounds for you, you hear me? Mention him again and I won't let you come for a week,” he said, going harder, cradling my neck like a collar.
“Andy, please –” I moaned, lost to pleasure.
“What, sweetheart?”
“I’m so close, ” I said, voice shattering like all of the walls around my heart were starting to crumble.
I wanted more of it. More of him.
A wave of vulnerability seemed to come over me, and it was like I couldn’t take this any longer. I wanted him closer.
Suddenly, as if he’d read my mind, he pulled out and turned me around, my back hitting the mattress as Andy lifted my knees so my legs wrapped around his waist and we were finally chest to chest, exactly what I’d secretly wanted. He slammed back in like he meant it, starting back an unrelenting pace as I took hold of his shoulders, because I couldn't not. There was this overwhelming feeling in my chest, and I needed him close, needed to eliminate every inch of space between us, and I held on tightly to him as we breathed each other’s hair and Andy fucked me like there was no tomorrow.
He took hold of my cock, and I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Andy, fuck –”
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said, voice commanding and sweet all at once, and that did me in, I started coming like it was my first time, ropes of come spilling out of me, and quickly after that, I felt Andy do the same, kissing me all the while, until we came to a breathless stop.
We lay there, with him on top of me, gathering our breath against each other’s mouths. It felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest, the intensity of Andy's gaze almost too much to bear.
He pulled himself up to his elbows, chest heaving with exertion, and he looked at me with a strange expression, his eyes dark with intensity.
The emotion building in my throat intensified, making it harder for me to say anything, to put distance, to do the smart thing, and suddenly, he was pushing a strand of my hair back with his hand, almost absentmindedly.
My heart raced against my ribs, trying to come out.
Andy looked at my lips.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice low between us. “I should have been more–”
“ No ,” I immediately said, going against my instinct to try to put my walls up again, and instead taking hold of the hair on the back of his neck and tugging. Andy looked deeply into my eyes and my chest tingled with nervousness as I said, “Ten out of ten, would do again,” echoing what he said right after I gave him my first blow job.
His lips twitched momentarily, but his jaw was still clenched tight, like he wasn't willing to let go of this so soon. “Don't play strong with me, Dan. Would you tell me?” He leaned into me, grabbing my own hair and speaking against my mouth. “Would you tell me if it hurt?”
It already hurts . Just not the way he meant.
I pushed that thought away.
My throat was so tight I didn't know how I could manage to say anything, but I still forced out, “ Yes ,” moving my other hand up to his back.
To be honest, I didn't know whether I would want to tell him or not if it hurt physically, the vulnerability that I already felt with him too much, but with the way he was looking at me, I knew that whether I wanted to or not, I would tell him. I just couldn't not.
It made something flutter inside me, and to push it away, I went back for some lightness and said, “But maybe you should try again? Just to make sure?”
Andy groaned against the crook of my neck, leaving hungry kisses and teasing bites in there even as he was already starting to rock against me, our lengths starting to harden again.
It was just one more time. Just one more time to get it out of our systems.
I kept repeating that to myself as Andy was already leaning back and reaching for another condom.
Fuck .