Page 61 of In the Shadows

We ordered in Chinese and worked on rewriting our lost songs. I’d broken out with an acoustic guitar I’d ordered while Joey was in the hospital and was plucking away when I looked over and saw my man passed out on the couch beside me. Mickey and Diamond excused themselves to head out for a night ofdebauchery, a word I used to tease them with. After they left, I kept plugging away. Around midnight, I nudged Joey to wake him so we could head upstairs for bed.

I turned everything off and locked up before heading up, walking into a scene that told me Joey had gotten a second wind.

Lying in bed with his legs spread apart, he was biting down on his bottom lip while stroking himself.

“Fuck,” I muttered, ripping my clothes off at lightning speed. I laid down beside him, running my hand up the inside of his thigh and froze. “Joey, are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ve never been surer. I’m horny as hell and need you to fuck me.”

Whoa, I was in the same boat, but had been doing my best to keep the beast at bay. “Promise me, if something hurts you’ll tell me and we stop. Promise me, Joey.”

“Fine, I promise. Now shut up and fuck me. I know we both need it.” He wrapped his arm around the back of my neck, pulling me down to him. At first when our lips met, it was slow, careful, but quickly became heated and I was soon lost to the act itself.

He sucked on my tongue as I took control of his cock, wrapping both ours together in one hand and stroked them. The friction of skin on skin had two months’ worth of blue ball release building like a cyclone at the base of my spine.

“Fuck, babe.” I pulled back. “I’m ready to come,” I panted.

“Me too. I know we both need to get off more than anything, so let’s just chalk this one up to that,” he told me.

Easing some of the one pump chump mentality from my brain. We loved each other, and I knew we needed to bust this one out to break the tension. The time for lovemaking would come later.

I grabbed the lube, spreading a decent slathering over three fingers and circle his hole. I loved watching my finger glide over the ripples, taunting his nerve endings. I was entranced.

“Fucking hell, Stoli,” he complained. “Put your fucking finger in.”

“Wow, way to ruin a moment.” I pushed two fingers in, all the way. “Happy now?”

“Ugh,” he groaned.

I thrust them roughly a couple of times, hitting his spot on the final return and he arched up. “Fuck,” he moaned.

After adding the third, I attacked his prostate, hitting it repeatedly until he could no longer even manage to say the word fuck. When I looked up, his eyes were closed, his dick was dripping, and drool had pooled on the pillow beside him.Serves him right, the butthead.But fucking A, my dick was drooling too. I coated myself, lifted his legs and poised the head at his entrance and pushed in.

His moan was a cross between pleasure and pain. I paused for a moment, but the tightness surrounding me had my balls screaming.

“Gotta…move…” I grunted, clenching my teeth together while trying not to come.

He reached down, fisting his cock and started jacking it. I pulled out, thrust back in one fluid motion and pistoned my hips in tune with his fist movements. The only sounds in the room consisted of our moans and my balls slapping against his ass as I held his lower half above the bed and fucked him senseless.

“Come on, babe. Let’s go, let’s go!” I yelled through clenched teeth.

“AHHH,” he shouted as he came, pulsing around my already aching dick and I fucking lost it.

“FUCK!” I screamed, releasing until the point I saw stars.

My hips thrust of their own volition a couple more times before I dropped. Joey squealed, and I jumped back. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just um try not to fall on me again please.”

I felt like shit for that. I pulled out and raced across the hall to get a rag to clean him up with. Never even noticing Joe standing in the hallway as my naked ass raced past him and I slammed the door shut in his face.

Knock, knock, knock.“Um, I don’t mean to interrupt but I um, heard screaming and wanted to make sure you guys were okay?”

Joey’s face was a shade of red I’d never seen before and mine was quickly matching it in heat and color. Joey bolted under the sheets, I hiked up my boxers and answered the door.

“Oh um, yeah, sorry about that. I rolled over on Joey and accidentally hurt him.” The redness in my face spoke of a different story and the smile breaking across Joe’s called bullshit on my words.

“Really, Tarzan? The only thing missing was you pounding your fists on your chest after that round,” he laughed so hard I thought he was going to piss himself. “Just be careful with him, please.” He pulled the door shut, but I could still hear his laughter on the other side.

“We’ve got to get our own place, babe,” I told Joey, sliding in beside him. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah, the only thing hurt now is my pride.”

“Twenty fucking eight and caught by your parents fucking is even more embarrassing than it would have been at sixteen,” I told him, but the laughter simmering below the surface boiled over and I began laughing so hard I couldn’t control it.

Joey quickly joined in and we laughed until we passed out.

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