Page 81 of Rat Park
Impatient, Flor reached between them and wrapped one hand around both their cocks as best he could, jerking them off with a stuttering rhythm as Dominic pressed harder on Flor’s hole, his fingers pushing up at his perineum, massaging him there.
“Oh God, fuck,” Flor moaned. He was a twitching, leaking mess over Dominic. Flor’s knees squeezed at his sides as their lips moved against each other, his mouth murmuring against his, “Dominic, Dominic.”
Dominic raised one of his hands, threading it through Flor’s hair and holding him fast as his tongue swept into Flor’s mouth and bit at his lips. A sudden desperation took over him, a need to be close and to have Flor come in his arms, to have him thinking of nothing and nobody else for a single moment.
Flor pulled his face back for a few seconds when Dominic released his hair, blinking dazedly in the aftermath of the brutal kiss, but Dominic wasn’t showing any mercy. His hand came down between their bodies and joined Flor’s to wrap around their cocks, increasing the pace.
Flor made a little ‘oh’of a sound, moving his body into the grip of Dominic’s hand. He buried his face in Dominic’s neck, panting with his open, wet mouth as Dominic played with his hole and jerked them off.
Dominic could feel the heat of it building in his splayed thighs, in the base of his spine, lighting a path to his head and chewing a hole through his thoughts until they collapsed. There was nothing but the way Flor was mindlessly saying Dominic’s name into the skin of his neck, as if not even aware of it, as if it were all that was left inside him too.
Dominic could tell when Flor was about to come. Flor’s whole body strained with it, the fragments of Dominic’s name getting louder, garbled, Flor’s hands gripping him until his whole body jerked and he spilt between them, voice hoarse with his release.
The sight and the feel and the sound of it had Dominic tipping over the edge a moment later, adding to the mess, which Flor promptly fell in as he collapsed on top of Dominic.
The pleasure had sparked through all of Dominic’s body, leaving soft bursts behind. Their bodies cooled and calmed together until Flor unstuck himself slowly with a soft “Ugh.” His chest was mostly hairless, but Dominic’s wasn’t, and the soft, black hair over his pecs didn’t make a good combination with drying spunk.
Dominic let Flor go for the two minutes it took to clean them up and then wrapped his arms around him again as Flor cuddled back against Dominic’s body, their legs tangling and almost kicking the laptop that had been left perilously at the edge of the bed.
“Oh shit, I forgot about the laptop,” Flor said, putting it on the floor quickly before returning to Dominic’s arms. “Paul and I were watching a film,” he muttered absently into Dominic’s chest.
Dominic tensed at the mention of Paul but said nothing, smoothing his hands over Flor’s back. Flor must have noticed, however, because he pulled back slightly to look at Dominic.
“Oh my God. Are you…jealous?” Flor teased, the beginnings of a smile on his face.
Dominic went still and cold. “No,” he said, and he was pretty sure it was the truth. This wasn’t jealousy he was feeling.
“You are! I can see it on your face!” Flor crowed, as if making Dominic jealous was some big, unexpected accomplishment.
“No. I’d just. Prefer not to know.”
“Know what?” Flor asked, poking playfully at Dominic’s chest.
“If you sleep with him.”
Flor looked at him, face inches away on the pillow. His smile had frozen on his face, becoming uncertain, as if waiting for the rest of the joke.
“What are you talking about?” Flor asked with a little laugh. Dominic looked away. After a few seconds, he felt Flor shift away from him slightly, untangling their legs. “What are you talking about, Dominic?” Flor repeated, a little more urgently this time.
Dominic had nothing he could say. He didn’t want to know. He wanted to shut his eyes and walk through the relationship as best as he could. Flor pulled away from Dominic completely in the heavy silence, his arms pressing against his own chest, fists tucked against his clavicles.
“Are you sleeping with other people?” Flor’s voice was a quiet, thread of a thing, but it made Dominic startle, his eyes flying up to Flor’s face.
“No! Of course not,” Dominic said. Relief loosened Flor’s eyebrows a little, but he still looked confused and upset as he stared back at Dominic.
“Then what are you talking about? Why would I sleep with him?”
“I’m not saying…I’m just saying, if youdo, I don’t want to know,” Dominic said. There was a long moment of silence, Flor looking incredulously at him.
“So what you’re saying is that you don’t want to know, but, what, you’d beokaywith it? Me fucking other people?” Flor bit out. Dominic remained silent. “So, what, so, you’d be okay if I went out right now and pushed him down on the bed and let him lick into my mouth—”
“Stop.”
“Let himfuckme.”
“Flor, please.”
“As long as I didn’ttellyou.”
