Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
Mason
“Where’s Jonny?” Ryan asked, sticking his head around the living room door. I paused my game and glanced over to him, unable to stop myself from noticing the way his loose shorts skimmed over the top of his thighs. He seemed to subscribe to the practice of the sluttier the better when it came to shorts, and I wasn’t going to complain.
“He went out with Devon,” I said. “Think they were going to the cinema.”
Ryan hummed as he walked over to the sofa and sat down next to me, his thigh brushing against mine. I smirked but turned back to the TV, tempted to see how long I could drag the charade out of pretending not to notice how close Ryan was. It wouldn’t be long because training had left me both tired and wound up. It was the worst combination and there was a buzzing under my skin that only a good orgasm would fix .
“What are you playing?” Ryan asked, tilting his head slightly closer. I could’ve sworn I felt his breath against my skin and a shiver ran through me, my cock twitching in my joggers. They were a loose pair I’d thrown on when I’d come home, and I hadn’t bothered to put any pants on underneath them. My junk had spent all day cooped up in sweaty underwear and I’d wanted to let my balls breathe.
“ Mask of Twilight ,” I said, trying to keep my eyes fixed on the screen. I was painfully aware of how close Ryan was and my willpower was already being stretched to its limit. I hadn’t even made it to two minutes. “It’s this like, vampire and monster slayer RPG. It’s a couple of years old but Theo thought I might enjoy it since we started playing D&D.”
“Theo is West’s brother, right?”
“Yeah. He came down to The Court at Christmas. Pretty blond guy. Kinda petite. At least compared to West.”
“I remember,” Ryan said, an audible grin in his voice. “He does streaming and porn and collects taxidermy.”
“That’s him,” I said as I mashed a couple of the buttons, trying to slash at the giant bats that had launched themselves at me. Which was my fault for walking into their nest without even realising. Fuck, my concentration was shot. “Shit! Get out of my… fucking… fuck you!”
Ryan chuckled softly and slid closer, making my whole body stiffen. “You seem tense.”
“Yeah, well, you’d be tense if you were getting attacked by bloody vampire bats.” I gestured at the screen with the controller. I’d somehow managed to hit pause and before I started again, I was definitely going back to the save point outside the caves I’d been exploring. I wasn’t about to get my ass handed to me by a couple of fucking bats.
“Are you sure it’s just that?” Ryan asked, putting his hand on my thigh. “Nothing else?”
“Er, training was kind of stressful today… I’m feeling a bit wound up.”
“That’s not good.” His fingers slid further up my leg and my cock throbbed with need. “What sort of wound up? The ‘want to be left alone’ kind? The ‘want to punch a wall’ kind? Or the horny kind?”
“The second… and the third.” I swallowed. “Definitely the third.” I glanced at him and saw the smirk stretching across his face. “But you don’t have to—”
“What if I want to?” he asked sweetly and fuck, my dick was painfully hard now. “Unless you don’t want me to help you out?”
“I do.”
“Good, that’s all I need.” He leant in closer and kissed my cheek, then whispered, “Keep playing.”
He slipped off the sofa in front of me, spreading my knees with a casual touch of his hand. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he reached for the waistband of my joggers, and I immediately lifted my ass to make it easier for him to tug them down and free my cock. I was already sat near the edge of the sofa, but I still shuffled my butt forward to give him easier access because I’d do anything if it meant Ryan would suck me off.
He looked up at me as he spat into his hand and wrapped it slowly around my shaft. There was heat burning in his gaze, but there was a teasing playfulness too and it practically screamed that I was nothing but his toy. It made my cock spit precum across his fingers, my chest heaving as pleasure ignited under my skin. “I thought I told you to keep playing,” he said softly, his hot breath ghosting across the sensitive head of my dick.
“I don’t think I can.”
“Of course you can,” he said. “You said you need to punch a wall as well as get off, and killing those bats will help. Be a good boy for me, Mason, and do as you’re told.”
I groaned as more precum dropped from my slit, my fingers shaking as I lifted the controller and tried to focus on the screen. The game was still paused and I navigated through the menu to find my saved game options. It was more difficult than it should have been but every part of me was fixated on the way Ryan was stroking my cock, his thumb collecting my precum and smearing it down my shaft.
The controller trembled in my grip as I hit play and my character appeared on screen outside the caves, sword in hand and cloak swishing as he moved. I tried to get him to walk forward slowly, but every few steps he jolted forward as a moan tore its way out of my throat. I glanced down to see what Ryan was doing and when he noticed me looking, he winked and swiped his tongue across the silky mushroom head sending pleasure rushing through me.
I gasped and forced my hips down, even though I was desperate to chase the heat of his mouth. Ryan’s lips always felt so perfect wrapped around me. Fuck, I’d had dreams about his mouth and every one of them ended with me jerking off desperately or humping my mattress with my hand wrapped around my shaft, moaning his name into my pillow as I painted my sheets with cum.
“Focus, you’re not meant to be looking at me,” Ryan said, still smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was revelling in it. “Think you can beat them before you come? I’m sure you can.”
I groaned, half out of desperation and half out of petulance because I didn’t want to keep playing. But I’d never turned down a challenge before.
Taking a deep, slow breath, I forced myself to focus as my character ran into the caves. There were a few torches on the wall that were supposed to make it easier to see any enemies, but they were doing jack shit because despite my desperate attempts to concentrate, I was completely on edge, waiting for Ryan to suck me again. I felt his breath on my cock, knew his mouth was right there , but it felt like he was waiting.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
I stepped into the main part of the cave and heard the screech of one of the bats, and just as I started to swing the sword, Ryan’s mouth enveloped the head of my cock and any hope I had of surviving this encounter went straight out of the fucking window.
I tried, because I’d promised I would, but at this point I was just mashing buttons on the controller and hoping I hit something. My brain had completely short-circuited and I was nothing but a desperate, needy mess, moaning and whining on the sofa. I cried out as Ryan sucked me deep into his mouth, taking as much of my thick cock as he could and swallowing around me. The controller was still in my hand, the plastic creaking as my fingers gripped it so tightly my knuckles were almost white.
On the screen, my character was flailing his sword around wildly, taking hit after hit from the bats. My health bar was starting to flash but I couldn’t do any more than smash the buttons at random and hope it did something.
Ryan’s head bobbed up and down at the edges of my vision as he sucked me, his lips tight and his hand gripping the base of my cock, creating the perfect tunnel of wet heat around me. He hummed and groaned, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure rushing through me and forcing a litany of desperate moans out of my throat.
It was a good job we had the house to ourselves because there was no way we were being quiet or subtle. The wet sounds of sucking mixed with my breathless gasps and pleas for more, the soundtrack of the game becoming nothing more than background noise.
My eyes fluttered closed as I gave up all pretence of playing, the controller falling onto the floor as my head tipped back and my hands curled into fists.
“Ry… F-fuck, Ry… that feels so good,” I said, panting out the words as heat slid down my spine. My balls were tight and heavy, and I felt the familiar burn of my oncoming orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t be long until I unloaded down his throat. “I… fuck, I’m so close… Don’t stop, fuck, please, Ry, don’t stop.”
He hummed around me again, sending another rush of pleasure through my body. The way he sucked me was so fucking perfect, I was never going to get over it.
My body trembled and I groaned as the burning under my skin built into a fucking crescendo and when I came, it was with Ryan’s name on my lips. Fuck, I nearly screamed it for all of Lincoln to hear.
Ryan swallowed around me, drinking down my cum and milking every last drop out of me until my cock softened on his tongue. Spots of light danced in my eyes when I opened them and when I looked down, Ryan was gazing up at me with his lips still stretched around my dick. He slowly released me, licking up the saliva and the last drops of cum off his plush lips, and something snapped inside me because I couldn’t go another second without kissing him.
I reached down and gently grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him up and into my lap, desperately drawing him to me. Our mouths met in a deep kiss that burned with unspoken need. My tongue dipped between his lips so I could taste myself on him, savouring the musky, salty flavour and the way Ryan groaned.
My other hand slipped between us and into the front of his shorts, wrapping around his semi and stroking him to full hardness. Ryan lifted himself onto his knees and somehow shimmied his shorts down until they were just under his ass. I let go of his shirt and broke away from the kiss so I could suck my fingers into my mouth, and Ryan groaned as he realised what I was doing.
“Do it, baby, play with my fucking hole while you get me off,” he said breathlessly as he bucked his hips, fucking his cock into my fist.
I held out my wet fingers, the skin shining with spit, and groaned as Ryan opened his mouth and sucked them between his lips. The sight of him made my poor dick desperately try and get hard again, but it wasn’t going to happen no matter how much I wanted it.
Slowly, I pulled my slick fingers out of Ryan’s mouth and reached my hand around his waist, slipping my fingers between his perfect round ass cheeks. He moaned as I rubbed across the puckered skin of his hole, teasing and playing with it as I continued trying to stroke his cock, thankful that Ryan had happily started fucking my fist so I didn’t have to concentrate on both.
He groaned as I gently pressed a thick finger inside him, letting his hole start to stretch around me before I began to pump it in and out of him.
“Give me more,” Ryan said with a gasp, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re not gonna hurt me, I promise. I fucking need you to fill me.”
I moaned and nodded, adding another finger and stretching him wider. “Yeah? You need that, Ry? Fuck, I wish we had some lube down here… Wanna watch you ride me… Know you’d take me so well.”
“Oh fuck! Yes! I need that. Need to feel your fucking cock inside me, Mason. It’s going to feel so good.” He groaned and kissed me fiercely, nipping my lip and claiming my mouth. “That’s it… fuck, curl your fingers… fuck, baby, yes! Right there! F-Fuck, harder… God… shit… I…” He moved faster in my lap, fucking up into my fist and down onto my fingers, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he kissed me.
“That’s it,” I said, my voice low and rough, totally in awe of the person in my lap. My fingers and wrist were starting to ache but I ignored the feeling because I couldn’t stop, not even if my life depended on it. “Use me… Want you to get yourself off… Need to feel you come all over me. Fuck, I just want to be good for you.”
“So good for me,” Ryan said, moaning the words into my mouth between kisses as he writhed in my lap. “Couldn’t be any more perfect!”
He groaned and cried out as he chased his pleasure, his cock stiffening in my hand as he reached his release. His ass tightened around my fingers, fluttering and pulsing around me as he painted me with ropes of cum, panting and moaning into my mouth.
Ryan really was fucking beautiful when he came.
“Fuck me,” he said, dropping his head onto my shoulder.
“I think I just did,” I said with a soft chuckle as I slowly eased my fingers out of his ass and released his cock.
“And it was very good.”
I kissed the side of his head and rested my cum-covered fingers on his thigh, trying not to drip anything onto the sofa cushions because cleaning it up without leaving any noticeable marks before Jonny came home would be a nightmare.
On the screen behind Ryan’s head, I could see the game telling me I was dead. Oh well, I could go back and try again when I was less distracted.
“We should clean up,” I said and Ryan groaned in protest. “I know, but I don’t know when Jonny’ll be back and I’d rather not try and explain why we were fucking on the sofa with my fingers covered in your cum.”
Ryan snorted and kissed my neck. “You’ve got a point there, I suppose.” They leant up and kissed me softly. “Want to get cleaned up, get some snacks, and watch a film? Or do you need an early night?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. If Jonny can stay out past bedtime, then so can I.” On the nights before matches, we were always in bed by half nine at the latest, but during the week we were a bit more relaxed as long as we didn’t stay up ridiculously late.
Ryan looked like he was about to suggest something then thought better of it. He just kissed me again before sliding off my lap and pulling me to my feet, helping me drag my joggers into place before I tripped over them.
I smiled and caught his lips in another kiss because I was never going to get enough of his mouth.
I was never going to get enough of him.