Page 41 of The Hookup Situation

“Are you hard for me, too?” he asks.

“Yeah, doll, I’m hard.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He lets out another string of moans and whimpers that have my dick straining and leaking profusely. I rest my head back on the stall wall and close my eyes, imagining him now, that gorgeous toned body, his head thrown back in pleasure as he works himself with the dildo, legs apart and hole fluttering, precum dripping onto those chiseled abs. “Are you touching yourself?”

“I am. My dick wants that ass so bad,” I tell him, and he whimpers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my aching balls. “Wanna bury myself inside that pretty hole, and have it choking my cock when you come for me, beautiful. Wanna feel that perfect body against mine. That gorgeous cock in my mouth. Wanna make you moan and beg for me, gorgeous.”

“Fuck,” he cries out. “Jax, please.”

“Yeah, just like that, doll. Get the fleshlight and use it but don’t come inside it. Fuck it really good, and imagine it’s my mouth around you, okay?”

“Oh, shit,” I hear a moment later, and I moan at the image of him fucking himself on the dildo and jerking himself off with the fleshlight, moving his body to chase the pleasure from both ends, feet planted on the mattress.

“I need to come, Jax, please.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come so hard. Love the noises you make, love hearing you beg.”

That draws another needy whine out of him and I know he can’t hold back. “Get rid of the flesh light and fuck your fist until you come,” I order. I stroke myself as I listen, my orgasm barreling up on me as he cries out my name, panting and gasping. I shoot my release all over the stall door and watch as it slides down and leaks onto the floor. I snap a picture and send it to him. My phone dings a second later with an image from him, and holy fuck, it’s almost enough to make me hard all over again.

I groan as I gaze at the thick pool of cum covering his abs and chest, his dick still semi hard.

Ken doll: That was amazing if you can’t tell

Me: Same, gotta go, see you tomorrow night

Ken doll: Night

Me: Night, doll

PRESTON

The following evening is the opening night ofThe Rocky Horror Picture Show,and I’m standing in the kitchen chugging a glass of water when Chris comes out of his bedroom dressed in purple skin tight pants that hug his ass and thighs, a black shirt, and a very bright red sparkling jacket. He looks absolutely ridiculous and amazing at the same time. His facial hair is thicker than it was a few days ago and I’m liking it. I’ve never even really noticed it before, but I guess having a bi-awakening does that to you.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I ask with a grin, and his gaze meets mine. God, he really is handsome, with dark eyes and full lips.

“What the hell areyouwearing?” he volleys, and I glance down at my jeans and casual white button up.

“Um, normal clothes.”

“Yeah, exactly, dude. This isThe Rocky Horror Picture Show. Trust me, I’m gonna fit in more than you in this crowd. Most of the audience will be either dressed like me in some form or dressed up as the characters.”

I blink. “Seriously?”

“Hell, yeah. It’s half the fun of a live performance.”

“I don’t have anything like that,” I say, nodding to his outfit.

“Come in my room. I got you.”

I set my glass down and follow him across the living space to his bedroom. He glides over to the closet and reaches inside,tossing out a long sleeved red mesh shirt and black leather pants.

“Um,” I say, eyeing the items. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t know if I can pull that off. I mean, they’d look great on you, but…”

He grins. “You’ll be fine. Get dressed.”

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