EIGHT #2
Alex had smeared, dried come on his cock and taut belly.
He was hard, and his cock was flushed red.
He had a small cluster of purple hickies on his chest, above one of his nipples.
Finley didn’t remember those hickies being there when Alex was in his lap.
He wondered if the hickies were from Ben.
He reached out and pressed his fingers into the bruises and Alex tilted his head back and moaned.
Finley’s hand drifted lower, and he pulled gently on Alex’s nipple. Alex huffed another moan and lifted his chest towards Finley. Finley pulled on Alex’s other nipple and watched his face. He looked enraptured.
Finley carefully lifted Alex’s legs and angled Alex’s knees towards his chest. He looked at Alex’s hole.
A mess of lube and come was left on the sheets under Alex, and more of the mess was on Alex.
Finley hooked one of Alex’s knees over his shoulder to free up a hand.
He pushed a thumb easily into Alex’s hole.
More fluid spilled out as Finley’s thumb pulled at the used hole. Henry was right, Alex was a mess.
Finley wanted to push more fingers into Alex and play with his hole until Alex was begging for it, but he didn’t have the patience. He placed one of Alex’s feet back on the bed, so it was bent at the knee. He leaned forward and braced a hand next to Alex’s face.
Alex’s face was relaxed. His blue eyes were half open and he met Finley’s gaze. Finley brushed the sweaty bits of hair off his forehead.
“Feel good?” Finley asked. Alex nodded. Finley remembered his instructions. Be appreciative. Be yourself.
“You’re really fucking pretty,” Finley said, earnestly. Alex laughed a little.
“Thanks,” Alex said softly, voice raspy.
Finley leaned down and brought his lips just above Alex’s. He waited several seconds, breathing in Alex’s breath, before he kissed him.
Alex’s mouth was soft and pliant. His mouth opened and Finley slid his tongue just inside Alex’s mouth. He drew back and pressed in more urgently. Alex squirmed and lifted his hips, looking for contact.
“Okay, okay,” Finley said, pushing up. He opened his jeans and pushed them down enough to get his cock out.
He dropped over the side of the bed and scrambled for the discarded bottle of lube.
He coated his cock and dropped it back onto the floor.
He pushed Alex’s knees towards his chest again and lined up his cock.
Finley sunk easily inside Alex’s body. His insides were hot and wet, and lube and semen spilled out around the rim as Finley bottomed out. Alex sighed and pulled his knees wider, inviting Finley closer.
Finley rocked his hips. His cock made a wet, sloppy sound in Alex’s hole. He was too overcome by how hot it was to be embarrassed. The wet sounds seemed to turn Alex on, and he made a hitched, sobbing sound.
“Holy fuck,” Finley cursed. Alex clung onto Finley’s arms as Finley fucked him. His eyes rolled back behind his eyelids.
Finley pressed down on top of Alex’s body and ground his pelvis against Alex’s cock as he made short, sharp thrusts. Alex sobbed and squirmed, rutting against Finley’s pelvis. Finley pressed his mouth to Alex’s ear and whispered.
“You’re such a good little hole. You’re going to have such a mess in you.”
Alex whined louder. He sounded desperate. Finley gave up trying to please Alex and chased his climax. He fucked hard and sucked a dark mark onto Alex’s chest. He wanted Alex to have a mark from him. He wanted Alex to remember him.
Finley’s orgasm rushed at him and he sucked another mark on Alex and shoved deep inside his wet hole.
He felt himself adding to the mess of semen and lube and Alex cried out and his channel clenched tighter.
He jolted underneath him and shuddered over and over as his cock spurted between their bodies.
Finley rested his forehead on Alex’s chest and gasped for air.
He felt Alex’s chest rising and falling, then Alex’s hand on the back of his neck, pulling him tighter against him.
He waited until both of them were breathing evenly before he pushed himself up and carefully pulled out of Alex.
He watched as Alex’s hole leaked more of a mess onto the sheets and slowly closed.
Henry was on his knees on the floor at the end of the bed. He kissed the top of Alex’s head. Alex smiled a little and opened his eyes.
“Towels?” Finley asked, remembering the pile of hand towels they had at the party. He took his cue from Henry and wiped his dick on a handful of sheets.
“I got it. Stay here.” Henry helped Alex sit up and put his arm around his waist. They went into the hallway and Finley heard the bathroom door. Henry popped his head back in and tossed a stack of clean sage green sheets at Finley.
Ben pulled on his t-shirt and Finley dressed. The shower turned on across the hall. Finley pulled the used sheets off the bed.
“Well, I’m outta here, see you next time,” Ben said. He reached out his fist and Finley absent-mindedly fist-bumped him.
“Should I go?” Finley asked.
“Naw, unless you have somewhere to go. They’re used to me doing an Irish goodbye.” Finley shrugged and finished changing the sheets. He went back to the living room and put on his socks and shoes.
Eventually, Alex and Henry emerged, freshly showered and dressed. Finley couldn’t help but notice how sweet Alex looked with wet hair. Alex sat next to him on the sofa and Henry sat on Alex’s other side.
“Thanks for changing the sheets,” Henry said.
“Yeah, of course,” Finley said. He wanted to put his arm around Alex, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. Luckily, Alex seemed to guess and leaned towards Finley. Finley raised his arm and Alex settled underneath it.
“Thanks for having me, I had a lot of fun,” Finley said.
“Glad you came over, you’re a good fit,” Henry said. Finley let his fingers run over the skin on the back of Alex’s arm. He felt goosebumps lift on Alex’s skin.
“How long have you two been doing this?” Finley asked.
“Just a couple of months. We fell into it as soon as we met. We were just lucky it was something we were both into.”
“I’m gonna lay down,” Alex mumbled. He began to scoot his body down the sofa and lay his head in Finley’s lap. Henry moved to the far end of the sofa and took Alex’s feet into his lap. Finley sunk his fingers into Alex’s hair and gently scratched at his scalp.
“You don’t get jealous?” Finley asked.
“Not yet. I think we’ve done a good job so far. We talk about what we do before we do it.” Henry said.
“So, you’re boyfriends,” Finley said. “With each other.”
“Mmhm.” Alex turned onto his back and looked up at Finley while Finley scratched his hair.
“Am I overstaying my welcome right now?” Finley asked. “Was I supposed to go?”
“I don’t suffer in silence,” Alex said, eyes drifting closed.
“Are you sure? I haven’t heard you talk much.”
“That just means you’re doing it right,” Alex said, eyes still closed.