Chapter 40 The Upgrade Game
The Upgrade Game
“This steak is pretty good,” Taylor said later that night. They ordered steaks from Fletcher’s favorite steakhouse to go and were sitting on the carpet in Fletcher’s studio apartment.
“I’m embarrassed I don’t have a table or chairs in here,” Fletcher admitted.
“Our home will have all of those things. And more.”
Fletcher chuckled. “Like what?” He reached over and wiped away a smudge of steak sauce that had found its way to the corner of Taylor’s mouth. It made Taylor’s heart skip a beat.
Taylor made a face like he was seriously thinking about the furniture they would have in their new apartment. “I’m really feeling bunk beds. We’ll put them in Jesse’s room.”
“You know, I bet your brother would be okay with a normal bed, honey.”
Taylor looked at Fletcher with a suggestive look on his face. “Haven’t you heard?” He looked like he was trying to bite back a laugh. “I’ve recently come into a fatherly role,” Taylor said, trying to make himself look and sound serious. “Not only to Jesse, but,” he gestured to Fletcher.
Fletcher rolled his eyes, but he started to blush. Taylor could easily get under his skin and he fucking loved it. “Don’t make fun of me in my moment of weakness,” he said seriously.
“Because you’re thinking about it the wrong way,” Taylor explained. “You need to think of it like it’s…an upgrade.” Taylor didn’t even know what the fuck he was saying.
“An upgrade?” Fletcher scoffed.
“Hear me out,” Taylor said defensively. He held his hand up and started counting on his fingers.
“Teammates, friends, best friends. Best friends who did hand stuff,” Taylor laughed to himself as he remembered the plane incident.
“Best friends who gave each other blowjobs. Best friends who fucked. Partners. We just keep adding onto it.” Taylor was just rolling with it at this point.
“You’re so weird,” Fletcher laughed.
“Partners where one of us calls the other ‘daddy’ during sex,” Taylor added with a shit-eating grin. “Can’t go back from that.” Taylor was never going to let him live it down.
“Okay, but you can’t just say you’ve come into a ‘fatherly role’ because that’s really fucking weird, Taylor,” Fletcher told him seriously. He loved how serious Fletcher was about this. Uptight Fletcher was probably his favorite Fletcher when it came to trying to annoy him into having sex with him.
“You’re just saying that because you can’t match my freak,” Taylor quipped. “Which is ironic because you’re more of a freak than I am.”
Fletcher rolled his eyes. “You’re being really annoying right now.”
“Come here,” Taylor beckoned in his assertive voice.
“Not now. I’m still eating,” Fletcher told him, trying to stand his ground.
“You’ve already finished your food, liar.” Taylor stood up and took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Fletcher gawked at him as Taylor completely undressed, revealing his growing erection.
“Stand up and take your clothes off,” he commanded.
He smiled like a fox as Fletcher slowly stood up, trying to conceal his excitement as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over near their suitcases.
He looked at Taylor nervously as he pulled down his shorts and briefs with them, stepping out of them and tossing them where his shirt landed.
Taylor’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s cock.
“Are you hard?” he asked. It was the first thing that came to mind, and he was just rolling with it.
“Obviously,” Fletcher scoffed.
“Come here,” Taylor told him again.
Fletcher slowly walked over to him. Taylor cupped his jaw and gave Fletcher a tender kiss on the lips. “Lay down on the bed,” he told him softly.
“The sheets are still drying,” Fletcher told him.
“Bed, Armstrong. Stop defying orders.” Taylor couldn’t help but lean in to kiss Fletcher one more time, this time a lot more roughly.
Taylor needed to remind himself to stay calm and collected if he wanted to do the things he planned to do with Fletcher.
He pulled away and kissed Fletcher on the forehead. “Be a good boy.”
Fletcher sighed as he lay down in the middle of the bare mattress, staring up at the ceiling patiently like Taylor wanted.
He decided to let Fletcher wait a little bit as he bent down to clean up their dinner trash.
“Hey, you don’t need to do that right now,” Fletcher told him, sounding annoyed. Taylor ignored him as he put everything in the trash can and washed his hands.
“Taylor,” Fletcher called out, sounding needier. “I need you.” Any time Fletcher spoke to Taylor in that voice was like activating a switch in his mind. Fletcher had more control over Taylor than Fletcher knew. He had Taylor wrapped around his finger.
Taylor looked at him and gave him an empathetic look.
“Be patient, sweet boy. Hands behind your back, beautiful.” He waited until Fletcher laid back down on the mattress with his arms folded behind his back to walk over to the bed and sat down next to where Fletcher was lying down.
He brushed Fletcher’s hair out of his face and caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.
Just because he liked teasing his boyfriend, Taylor picked up the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV to whatever Game of Thrones episode they were on next.
But then he switched back to two episodes before that because he didn’t want to miss out on what was going to happen to Ned Stark.
Taylor really liked his character so far, and they were at the part when Ned realized the Baratheon kids were creepy little incest babies.
“If you don’t touch my dick then I’m going to spoil the show for you,” Fletcher bit out, sounding exasperated.
Taylor let out a dramatic sigh as he put the remote back down on the table and scooted back against the wall to sit up on the mattress. “Sit up,” he instructed.
Fletcher leaned up, and Taylor reached out to pull Fletcher into a spooning position.
He propped himself up on his arm as he reached over to stroke Fletcher’s erection.
Fletcher turned his head back to connect their lips in a kiss.
Taylor pulled back after a minute and brought his hand up to his mouth to spit into it before spreading it up and down Fletcher’s cock. Fletcher let out a groan.
“Good?” Taylor asked him softly. “You’re so fucking hard.”
“It’s because I have a crush on you,” Fletcher said between strained breaths. “I’m really into tall hockey players.” Taylor chuckled as he kissed the top of Fletcher’s shoulder.
“You have a crush on me?” he asked, playing along.
“Big time,” Fletcher answered. “I like to jerk off to TikTok edits of you.”
Taylor snorted as he kissed Fletcher again in a rough kiss, causing their teeth to click together. Fletcher chuckled. “I’m really sorry,” Taylor said as he pulled back. “I’m not really into dudes,” Taylor told him in a husky voice.
“Oh yeah? I think I could change your mind,” Fletcher told him. He leaned up and brushed his nose against Taylor’s. Taylor could feel Fletcher’s breath on his lips, and he wanted nothing more than to go in for another kiss, but Taylor was kind of really wherever this was headed.
“How would you do that?” Taylor asked him, trying to conceal his excitement.
“Want me to show you?” Taylor replied with a nod. He stopped stroking Fletcher as Fletcher rolled over and stood up on his knees and roughly held Taylor’s jaw. “Do you want me to suck your dick?”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered. “You wanna suck my cock?” His jaw clenched.
Fletcher gave him a shit-eating grin. “Yes, Mr. Piers. It’ll feel good. Just trust me.” Holy shit. Taylor felt like he woke up on Christmas morning. He was rendered speechless as Fletcher kissed his way down Taylor’s body, unable to conceal his excitement.
He spread his legs open so Fletcher could move between them. He reached down and stroked Taylor. “You’re already hard for me.” He used the precum that had already leaked from Taylor’s tip to spread it down Taylor’s aching hard-on. “Your cock is leaking. Is that all for me, big guy?”
“It might be,” Taylor choked out. “Are you gonna suck my cock, Armstrong?”
Fletcher answered by leaning down and putting his mouth to Taylor’s tip, looking up at him with eyes full of desire. He looked up at Taylor in a way that told him that Fletcher was the one in control here.
His mouth was so hot around Taylor’s tip as Fletcher licked his lips and sucked him.
A moan left Taylor’s lips as Fletcher released Taylor’s tip and started sucking on his balls.
“Holy shit,” Taylor bit out through his clenched jaw.
He gripped Fletcher by his hair as Fletcher sucked him harder.
“Such a dirty mouth,” he muttered. This was fucking incredible.
Saliva filled Fletcher’s mouth as he slurped Taylor into his mouth.
It dripped down Fletcher’s chin as he pulled away and flashed Taylor a knowing grin.
Taylor’s stomach contracted as he tried to maintain his composure.
Because if he didn’t, he would easily fall apart.
Fletcher looked so fucking dirty and Taylor couldn’t handle it.
“Do you like that?” Fletcher asked him.
“That’s so fucking good, Fletch,” Taylor answered. “I fucking love you, baby.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he told Taylor, crawling back up to where he was. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Taylor gripped his hips as he looked behind him to find the lube, but he didn’t see it. “I think the lube fell off and rolled under the bed,” Taylor told him.
“I don’t care, just use spit,” Fletcher said impatiently. He reached behind him to grab Taylor’s hand and spit on his palm. “I can take it.”
Taylor quickly reached down to spread it around and inside Fletcher’s hole before slipping inside of Fletcher. He groaned as Fletcher’s tight walls clenched around him. “It doesn’t hurt too bad, does it?” Taylor panted as he started moving in and out of Fletcher.
“You feel so good,” Fletcher told him, clenching around him again. Taylor cupped Fletcher’s jaw and angled his head back to kiss him.
Their tongues fought for dominance as Taylor continued to thrust inside of him. Fletcher sank his teeth down on Taylor’s bottom lip, so Taylor wrapped his hand around Fletcher’s throat.
Fletcher released Taylor’s lip as he threw his head back against the nape of Taylor’s neck and cried out in pleasure.
Taylor thrust harder into him as he got close to finishing.
“I love you, Fletcher,” Taylor purred into his ear.
His love for Fletcher was so overwhelming.
“My sweet boy.” He kissed Fletcher on his cheek before spilling into him, filling Fletcher with his release.
“I love you, baby,” Fletcher cried out as he quickly finished, too. Taylor tugged his jaw towards him as he leaned in to kiss Fletcher.
Taylor’s heart was so full. He’d never been this happy. What he and Fletcher had was perfect, and he knew they could only go up from there. They would find a way to make this work. No matter the cost. As long as they could stay together.