Pent-Up Fiancé Pt. 04

The heat was what woke Ethan. His skin was damp, his tan limbs tangled in the white sheets. The sun had risen, and its solid rays touched him in a dozen places. However, that was not the only source of heat. Below him, also tangled in the sheets, Bryce lay against him. He still slept, snoring softly. His hair had become a tangled mess in the night, and a hint of stubble had appeared on his chin.

My, my. Don't you look relaxed Ethan thought.

Well, most of you

Bryce's naked cock lay against Ethan's thigh, fully hard. Occasionally, Bryce would move against him, and Ethan could feel Bryce's cock twitch against his skin. Ethan couldn't help but pull the sheets back and take a peek. It was the first time that he had truly seen Bryce's cock in clear lighting. Nestled in unruly brown pubic hair, its pink tip very slightly wet, it looked delicious. Ethan was considering sliding below the sheet to get a taste when he felt Bryce's breathing shift. He grunted, turning slightly, and his eyes slowly creaked open.

A low rumble erupted from Bryce's chest. He threw an arm over his eyes to block out the light and groaned. "S'warm."

Ethan found himself chuckling. Something about Bryce, besides his obvious assets, was endearing. Ethan sighed before rolling out of bed. His feet struck the floor lightly.

"Much as I would love a romantic day in bed, I want to shower even more." Bryce's eyes followed him as Ethan, stark naked, did a full-body stretch. His muscles pulled taught as he went up onto his tiptoes, feeling the satisfying pop of joints shifting into place. Ethan caught Bryce staring pointedly at his cock and winked. Turning on his heel, he went into the suite bathroom.

The suite's attached bathroom was about the same size as the one Ethan had used for most of the trip. The key difference was a large walk-in shower in place of the tub. The shower door was wide and made of unfrosted glass. A rainfall showered, and an interior composed of faux marble tiles awaited him.

Ethan moaned contentedly when the hot water hit him. The pressure was strong, spraying him like a fire hose. Almost immediately, steam began to drift out of the bathroom and back toward the bedroom through the door he'd left open.

Bryce came in just after Ethan had finished shampooing. He stood on the other side of the glass, still naked and watching silently. Ethan let him. He enjoyed the idea of being watched. He could feel the mounting pressure that had nothing to do with the water beating down on him.

Ethan wasn't quite sure what to expect. They had definitely crossed a boundary the previous night. Bryce seemed relaxed when he woke up, but Ethan could vividly remember the fights with Kat that had cropped up again and again this week. Was he about to start panicking or blaming Ethan for everything that had happened? Ethan didn't feel equipped to manage a full-scale meltdown from a fully grown man who had recently discovered an affinity for gay sex.

Bryce's cock was still hard, pointing up and away from his body. How the fuck was it so big? Ethan felt himself getting hard too. Returning Bryce's stare, he ghosted his hands along his torso, circling his nipples and shuddering at the sensation. He turned his back to Bryce, running his hands along his hips and stopping just above the swell of his ass.

Ethan smirked when he heard the shower door open. His mirth was short-lived, however, because a moment later Bryce had seized him by the throat from behind. Ethan went very still, feeling a strange mix of fear and arousal. He was acutely aware of the sheer size of Bryce.

"I'm awake now," Bryce grunted into his ear. "You think you're funny, huh? Got yourself some dick just like you wanted?"

Ethan nodded slowly, growing more confident. The obvious body language being put on display meant he had to be careful, but something was nagging at his mind. He'd discovered days ago that Bryce liked mouthiness. "I mean, you can't expect a dog to turn down a bone."

Bryce's grip tightened. "A dog with a bone. That's what you call it when you fuck your friend's fiancé? You've totally fucked up my relationship."

"You don't even like Kat. You fight all the fucking time," Ethan snapped back without missing a beat. "If you expect me to apologize, don't. I wanted that dick, so I took it. Took it right out from under Kat's nose." Ethan snorted, getting water in his nose in the process.

"That's what it's all about, then? You wanted to steal me away from her?" Bryce asked. His voice was quiet, his tone furious. "You've been after my dick this whole trip?"

"No, not the whole trip." Ethan responded. His blood was pounding in his ears. The shower was hot, and Bryce gripping him by the throat was strangely hotter. Guess I am learning new things about myself today

"I've been after your dick," Ethan carried on, "since I realized Kat was being a selfish bitch, keeping you all pent up like that." He inclined his head backward and caught Bryce's eye. Bryce's eyes were stormy, his hair soaked.

"You just had to get fucked by me of all people? You're a real piece of work," Bryce snapped.

"Yeah, yeah," Ethan waved a dismissive hand. "I'm a piece of shit for giving you desperately needed relief. But you wanna know something, Bryce?"

Bryce said nothing, glaring at him. Ethan took his lack of a response as permission. He smiled his most endearing smile.

"I may be a dog, but you must be something worse. Your cock is still hard."

The world blurred as suddenly, Ethan's face was pressed against the tile. Bryce held him in an astonishingly strong grip. Ethan moved to protest, and then he realized that Bryce had placed his cock at his hole and was pushing inside.

"Wait, I-"

"Shut up, bitch," Bryce grunted. "Your hole is still stretched from last night. Don't even try to tell me you aren't desperate for this cock."

Ethan groaned as Bryce invaded him. His ass was both jumping for joy and cringing in horror at the sensation. Bryce impaled Ethan fully, all the way to the hilt, and it felt like he was pushing up against Ethan's ribs.

Bryce didn't wait. He immediately pulled back before sliding home again. Ethan whined at the invasion, pulling away slightly. Bryce's other hand pressed flat against Ethan's stomach, keeping him there.

"No, you fucking don't," Bryce swore, pulling almost all the way out before smoothly slamming back in. He had abandoned any pretense of taking it slow and was fucking Ethan hard. As hard as, if not harder, than the night before.

"Fuck," Ethan gasped in spurts between thrusts. Bryce's grip on his throat never let up. Somehow, it seemed that Bryce was supplying Ethan with just enough oxygen to stay conscious. Between Bryce's grip and the heat and steam of the shower, Ethan quickly became lightheaded.

The lack of air made the whole experience more intense. Ethan could feel the full weight of Bryce slamming into him from behind. He could feel his hole clenching desperately around Bryce's cock, feeling battered and bruised already. His own cock felt hard enough to cut glass. The initial discomfort of being stretched again so soon was forgotten. Ethan was more aroused than he could ever remember being.

"You dirty fucking whore," Bryce grunted into his ear from behind. "You wanted my big dick, huh? Well, you're gonna fucking take it."

"Yess," Ethan moaned, eyes rolling up in his head. Now that it was clear he wasn't going anywhere, Bryce's hand left Ethan's stomach. Instead, both hands wrapped around Ethan's throat. Ethan scrambled for purchase on the smooth tile floor, desperate to keep from collapsing. The slaps of Bryce's hips against Ethan's ass echoed loudly through the bathroom. Bryce's balls smacked against Ethan's, pounding them as if to emphasize how big and full Bryce was by comparison.

"You wanna steal this cock from Kat, huh? Make me your boyfriend instead? She's such a bitch to me, she fucking deserves it," Bryce thrusted furiously, hypnotized by the plump asscheeks clapping beneath him. The head of his cock had found Ethan's prostate. "You're tighter than her," Bryce groaned, throwing his head back. "God, you're so fucking tight."

"Y-yes, yes," Ethan whimpered pitifully. "All for me. Please, please keep giving me your dick. I - I wanna beat Kat. W-wanna take this dick away from her. She cheated on you. She doesn't deserve it."

"Fucking slut," Bryce was breathing harshly. His huge palm slapped Ethan sharply, sure to leave a mark. He let go of Ethan's neck and instead shoved his fingers into Ethan's mouth. Ethan panted desperately around them, his mouth forced open. "God, I'm in love with this fucking slutty pussy."

"I'm your slut!" Ethan gurgled around Bryce's fingers, his words distorted. Everything was spinning, his desperation to cum setting his brain on fire. "I'm your slut, Bryce. I'm your fucking cumdump. Get back at Kat. Use my slutty pussy! Give me all your cum, you dirty fucking cheater!"

"Oh shit. Oh fuck," Bryce cried, his hips stuttering. His next words stunned Ethan.

"I'm cumming, baby. I'm fucking cumming, all for you."

The blunt head of Bryce's cock slammed home into Ethan's prostate like it was marked with a bullseye. Ethan felt Bryce's arms wrap around him again and pull him close, felt him latch onto his neck with his teeth. Cum blasted into Ethan, setting his insides on fire. The sensation pushed Ethan over the edge, and he came untouched.

Ethan's muscles screamed at him, his head spinning wildly. They stood, muscles locked and bodies connected by their betrayal. Bryce was trembling against Ethan, his cum running down Ethan's legs and mixing with the unrelenting hot water. Whether he was still experiencing the aftermath of his orgasm or astounded at what had just happened, Ethan didn't know.

Bryce's teeth released Ethan's neck, and a shy tongue swiped across the fresh hickey he left behind. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," Bryce whispered eventually. He made no move to pull out. "I'm a terrible fucking person." Bryce's cock flexed eagerly as he whispered it, almost like a confession.

Ethan groaned, shifting. Slowly, Bryce softened inside him. Ethan's joints protested as he stretched again. He could feel the ache on his neck from Bryce's grip and wondered whether he would bruise.

Bryce was standing still as the water pounded down on him, looking dejected and a bit sad. Feeling a surge of affection, Ethan stepped forward and brought Bryce into a hug. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing against him. They stood together for some time.

"Let me help you get cleaned up," Ethan murmured against Bryce's shoulder. He waited for Bryce's nod before pulling away. The hotel shampoo dispenser was embedded into the wall of the shower. He added a generous amount into his palm, then gently pushed Bryce in front of him. Bryce was very compliant, leaning his head back and letting Ethan gently wash his hair for him. Ethan did his best to not only get Bryce clean, but to massage his head as well. He alternated between firm and gentle, moving his fingers and palms in circles as they danced across Bryce's scalp. Bryce's hair was somewhat long and could use a trim.

Bryce moaned in appreciation. "That feels so good. My head is pounding."

Ethan hummed as he worked. "Of course, babe. Whatever you need."

He had Bryce rinse, before gently turning him. Ethan pumped body wash into his palms and helped wash Bryce. He slowly explored Bryce's ever more familiar body. His hands ran along Bryce's arms and over his pecs. He explored the soft skin of Bryce's inner thighs and his furry ass. The experience was incredibly intimate, and Ethan felt desire burning in his gut long before Bryce was clean.

When Ethan was done, they looked at each other in the eyes for a moment. Ethan closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms loosely around Bryce's waist, their cocks brushing together.

"We should go get some breakfast. You've been very active, you probably need some fuel." Ethan whispered against Bryce's lips. Again, he waited for the silent nod before leaning in and pressing his lips to Bryce's.

Bryce brought his hands up to grasp Ethan's face. Ethan was surprised at his enthusiasm, parting his lips with a sigh as Bryce's tongue gently slipped inside. A slow, thorough kiss ensued. Bryce made a sound of protest when Ethan eventually pulled back.

"You're not a terrible person. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel good. Let's go get some breakfast." Ethan smiled against Bryce's lips, leaning forward for one last quick peck. Reaching behind Bryce, he snapped the water faucet, stopping the downpour.

Ethan convinced Bryce to help him pick out an outfit for the day. Ethan stood in front of Bryce nude, holding up various options. It became apparent very quickly that Bryce favored skimpy outfits on Ethan. He eventually settled on a pair of tan linen shorts that stopped halfway up his thighs and a white button-up with dark blue tropical floral patterns. He left the top two buttons undone. He grabbed a canvas tote to take with them and stuffed beachwear and sunscreen into it.

Ethan managed to dissuade Bryce from some of his initial outfit ideas, leaving Bryce in a zipper-less pair of cargo shorts and a dark green tank top that really emphasized the mass of muscle that was his shoulders and arms. Ethan ran his arms appreciatively up Bryce's arms, narrowly avoiding getting fucked again right then and there by running out of the room before Bryce could catch him. Bryce chased Ethan down the hall, catching him roughly in front of the elevator and roughly kissing him. Ethan pressed the button, and when the doors opened, he pulled Bryce inside.

They descended to the ground floor. Bryce had to continually shift in his pants to hide his semi-erection from showing; both of them were going commando for the day.

There was a pancake house across the street from the hotel on the strip. Even early, there was a line out the door. It took almost fifteen minutes to get in the door, at which point Bryce was grumbling. Ethan subtly massaged his shoulders to calm him, aware of the occasional stares he was getting. He'd wanted to eat here all week, and he was officially done not getting everything he wanted out of this trip.

Finally, they were seated in a cramped booth with a chipped formica table. A bubbly older waitress with a thick Southern accent brought piping hot coffee and two battered mugs to the table. Ethan gratefully filled his mug almost to the brim, leaving no room for creamer and sugar.

"Do you want to split any pancakes?" Bryce asked, still scanning the menu.

Ethan was sipping the strong hot coffee, not caring whether he burned himself. He smiled at Bryce over the rim of his mug and nodded.

"Alright. Pancakes for us to share. Can we also get the candied bacon? Like a shit ton. Shit, sorry" Bryce wilted a bit under the waitress' withering stare.

"I'll be back with your food. In the meantime, maybe you'll clean up your language. This isn't a Hooters."

As soon as she disappeared behind the kitchen door, Bryce and Ethan started laughing.

"Move over" Bryce said suddenly, standing up. He slid around the table, crushing Ethan up against the window so he could sit next to him.

"You big ass ox" Ethan laughed.

"Don't pretend you don't like it" Bryce grunted, gripping Ethan's thigh under the table. His fingers slowly crept along the soft skin as he made his way ever closer to Ethan's crotch.

"Knock it off unless you wanna blow me in front of all these nice people" Ethan whispered, feeling his cock hardening in his shorts.

"Can't a guy have any fun? I've been good for such a long time, I deserve it." Bryce's eyes were dark and playful. He leaned back in the booth, throwing his arm behind Ethan. "But I guess we can pause for food. You know, sustain life and all."

Bryce finally poured himself some coffee. Ethan grimaced when he saw the numerous sugar packets and creamers that were emptied into the cup.

"Oh my god, you're killing me," Ethan groaned. "What is that concoction?"

"I am a chemist, and this is my laboratory," Bryce responded, mock-serious. "Do you want to try it?" He lifted the cup to Ethan's face, and Ethan was in the process of refusing while trying to avoid coffee spilling on him when the waitress made a reappearance.

"You spill that and make me clean it up, and there will be a problem," she warned. "I have sons older and bigger than you, and they still jump when I snap my fingers."

Bryce brought the coffee cup back to the table, sober and serious all of a sudden.

"You should teach a class," Ethan told her, earning a smile from the waitress and a glare from Bryce.

"Maybe so. I could retire comfortably, I'm sure. Here's your food, honey," she laid two platters before them. One was stacked high with thick, fluffy pancakes. A small bottle of syrup was balanced on the tray, as well as pads of butter. The other platter held a small hill made of crispy bacon with a thick maple glaze. She placed two smaller plates on the table, as well as silverware, before checking one last time that everything was satisfactory. She whirled away to the next table.

Ethan was determined to leave her a generous tip before he took his first bite of bacon, at which point he considered leaving his whole wallet. His stomach practically snarled, the entire sensory experience of eating enhanced by his hunger. He caught Bryce staring at him as he sucked the maple glaze off his fingers.

"Shut up and eat your food," Ethan grumbled.

"You promise you won't bite my hand off if I get a piece of bacon?" Bryce teased.

"I'll only bite you if you ask me to" Ethan replied primly, pulling a pancake onto his plate and busying himself with butter and syrup.

"Maybe I will, if you keep the same energy for me that you do that bacon." Bryce murmured, digging into his own piece.

They spent a few minutes in silence as they tore into the food in earnest. In a surprisingly short amount of time, they were wiping up syrup with the last of the pancakes and searching the bacon crumbs for survivors. The waitress, expert that she was, slipped them a receipt in the midst of the chaos.

"You notice she didn't offer to split it" Ethan joked, grabbing several bills out of his wallet. "That's what sitting on the same side of the booth gets you."

"Why aren't you letting me pay?" Bryce asked, tone serious. He was frowning at the cash on the table.

"Don't get mad" Ethan said, briefly grasping Bryce's hand under the table. "I like doing this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?" Bryce asked, less serious but now doubtful. Perhaps a bit curious too.

"Doing nice things for you, idiot" Ethan rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a girl" Bryce asserted, going for his wallet. Ethan slapped his hand away.

"Believe me, I know that" Ethan said, sliding his hand across Bryce's torso. He felt Bryce's muscles clench beneath his fingers. "You're a very very big guy"

Bryce's breathing hitched for a moment, and then he nodded. He slid out of the booth, and Ethan followed him. Bryce surprised Ethan by grabbing his hand, interlocking their fingers. Bryce dragged him toward the exit, grip strong and inescapable.

They had just stepped out onto the street when Bryce's phone rang. He whipped it out to see the caller ID and groaned. In response to Ethan's questioning look, he turned the phone so that Ethan could see.

Kat was calling.

Ethan couldn't help but notice her profile photo was a flirty selfie, taken no doubt on some night long forgotten in a drunken stupor. He shrugged, but inside he felt a spike of anxiety.

"Go ahead."

Bryce looked at him, doubtful. With a sharp inhale, he swiped to answer the call. His finger tapped, and they were on speaker. Ethan felt a surge of gratitude, anxiety abating.

"Yeah?" Bryce called into the phone, surrounded by noise from the busy street. Ethan gripped his arm lightly, and Bryce came along willingly. They crossed the street, heading toward the beach, as Kat spoke.

"I need you to come get me." Kat had clearly sobered up since the previous night. Her voice over the phone was brittle and angry. "I can't believe I was here all fucking night by myself. How could you let me get into that ambulance alone?"

"Well I don't know what to tell you" Bryce grumbled back "You party too fucking hard. And if I am remembering correctly, Chloe went with you."

"She was gone when I woke up this morning. You need to come get me" Kat insisted again.

"I'm at the beach. What did the doctor say?" Bryce asked, sidestepping her request again. They had reached the beach. Bryce retained a firm grip on Ethan's hand and they began to walk slowly. The ocean roared to their left as they went, waves cresting and crashing down to spill water gently over their sandaled feet.

"I sprained my arm pretty bad. It's all black and blue" Kat replied. Her voice had acquired a whining, distressed quality. Bryce's grip on Ethan loosened, concern creeping over his face. "Use Ethan's car. Come get me."

Bryce looked at Ethan, torn. He dropped Ethan's hand. "Um. Let me go ask Ethan."

"Jesus christ, you don't have to fucking ask him! Can you just do what I am asking!?" Kat's voice split the air as she shrieked over the phone. "I can't believe this. You've been so shitty this whole trip. You don't want me to go out, you don't want me to make friends, and you spend all your fucking time with Ethan of all people!!"

Bryce had frozen in place. A stubborn, iron hard expression settled onto his face. It was very familiar. Ethan had dubbed it his 'arguing with Kat' face. Ethan shrugged his shoulders at him as if to say what can you expect?

"God forbid someone talk to me like I'm a person has been really fucking cool to me this whole trip, you know." Bryce seethed into the phone.

Kat's laughter was sudden and laced with derision. "Please tell me you are joking! He's been a huge fucking drag all week. You know, he used to be some fun before he went off to school but I guess we all change."

"Dude, that's your friend! Why the hell would we even come on this trip if you didn't want to hang out with him!?" Bryce shouted into the phone. He flashed an apologetic frown at Ethan, whose face had become stony and severe. Kat thought he was fucking boring? The woman who wanted to do nothing but get blackout drunk and snort coke while surrounded by strangers?

"Don't call me dude, fuckhead. I certainly wasn't turning down a beach trip, especially when Ethan offered to pay for the hotel and drive us. I wouldn't have even responded to him if you had paid for a vacation for us like I asked you to."

"I was saving for the fucking wedding, you ungrateful-"

"And I let you get away with it, didn't I? Ungrateful, ha! I even got Ethan to give us the suite so we didn't get stuck in the shitty double room." Kat laughed again. "You don't know how much I do for you Bryce. Honestly."

"I'm hanging up" Bryce announced.

"Wait!" Kat cried. Bryce didn't respond, and the whiny tone made a reappearance. "You don't even need to ask Ethan, just go to the concierge and ask them for the car. Don't tell him."

Bryce slid his hand back into Ethan's. "I can't just borrow Ethan's car without his permission, Kat." He rolled his eyes.

"Yes you fucking can!" Kat yelled. "Just get the car and pick me up. We'll stay in the room. We'll stay away from him for the rest of the trip, and when we get home I can drop his ass and never fucking talk to him again."

"You know, Kat" Ethan leaned forward toward the phone in Bryce's hand as he spoke "I gotta say, the feeling is mutual."

Bryce's eyes went wide, his face paling visibly as Kat went dead silent on the other end.

"W- Ethan?" Kat asked tremulously. "Hey um-"

"And you know" Ethan continued, barreling right over Kat's stuttered response "now that I think about it, I think it'd be hilarious to see your stupid ass hauled back here on a bus since I assume you're too broke for a taxi. Maybe if you're lucky you'll make it back here in time for check-out tomorrow."

"Wait, okay? Shit" Kat said over the phone, sounding half panicked. "I-I'm sorry. I really do need-"

"Fuck off" Ethan growled savagely, slamming his finger down to cut off the call.

"Nice one. I won't lie, I wasn't sure how to end that conversation." Bryce murmured, "I always wondered why she was scared to pick a fight with you. Now I know. You're kind of scary when you're mad. Kat's just a pain in the ass."

"What are you doing, then? Back to her?" Ethan asked sharply. His feelings were hurt, he had to admit.

Bryce flinched for a second. Gripping his phone in both hands, he looked down as the phone lit up and began to ring again. Kat, calling back. Bryce contemplated the phone, a detached look on his face. He looked back up at Ethan and smiled.

"Let's go ride the ferris wheel." Bryce said.

They kicked up sand as they walked. Ethan felt light and free. Chuckling, Ethan pushed Bryce off and ran back toward the sidewalk, legs working furiously against the shifting mounds of sand. Bryce made impressive time behind him, nipping at his heels despite definitely being in worse shape than Ethan. He caught Ethan just as they made it back to the sidewalk, wrapping him in a bear hug and lifting him off his feet. They paused to catch their breath, Bryce's arms still loosely around Ethans waist.

They walked closely together as they passed gaggles of tourists and numerous shop fronts trafficking in knick-knacks and cheap tee-shirts at an exorbitant mark up. Flyers were plastered on many of the shop fronts, and they fluttered in the ocean breeze. They advertised the usual things, deals at the aquarium, upcoming and long passed concerts, and missing pets.

The Ferris wheel was almost a mile away from the hotel, and the day warmed rapidly. Soon, Bryce and Ethan were both wiping away beads of sweat from their faces and necks. Ethan groaned when he saw the line for the Ferris wheel was already quite long.

"Don't whine," Bryce laughed at him.

"It's the first ride of the day!" Ethan huffed. "Maybe I should call Kat back. I still have some steam to let off."

Bryce laughed. He retrieved his phone from his pocket to show Ethan the missed calls steadily accumulating from his fiancé. He leaned in so that he could whisper. "It'll be worth it to wait."

"Oh yeah, why is that?" Ethan asked, a guess forming in his mind already.

"Well, I was alright with you paying for breakfast. But, you know, I think you deserve to be paid back somehow. You rescued me from Kat, and not for the first time this week." Bryce was very close, his lips brushing against Ethan's as he spoke. "Not to mention how fucking hot it was to listen to you bitch her out."

"Well, both of those things were my pleasure." After a pause, he said quietly, "You don't have to, you know."

"I know. But you know... I think," Bryce's lips ghosted over Ethan's skin, "I like doing this kind of thing."

Bryce kissed him, hard, then pulled away. Ethan felt himself getting hard, and blushed furiously.

Slowly, the line dwindled in front of them. The crowds arrived in full force as the morning waned, filling the streets like sand poured into a bucket. The Ferris wheel churned out satisfied customers in a steady trickle. The pods on the wheel sat two to three people and were encased in a tinted glass that kept off the worst of the UV rays.

When it was finally their turn, Ethan and Bryce clambered inside, sighing with relief at the newfound shade. Bryce's nose and shoulders, somewhat recovered from his previous sunburn, looked somewhat angry.

"We need to get you to put on some sunscreen." Ethan found himself saying, prodding the freckled skin. Bryce hissed lightly at the contact, so Ethan soothed the spot with a kiss. "Sorry."

"It's just so annoying," Bryce replied "It's so sticky and I don't like the smell. Then I have to reapply it every few hours, it's just a pain in the ass." They were moving forward now, the pod behind them being filled.

"I'll put it on for you." Ethan said. He looked back at the operator to make sure he wasn't seen, but he didn't need to worry. The operator was a very tired, and perhaps hungover, young guy who was ushering people into their pods with minimal effort. Emboldened, Ethan swung his leg over Bryce's lap, firmly seating himself so that they were face to face.

Ethan wrapped his arms around Bryce's neck, and felt Bryce's broad hands settle on his hips. Their lips met in a lingering kiss.

"I'll be very thorough," Ethan said after he emerged. He leaned forward and peppered kisses on Bryce's neck, smirking at the groan he got in return. "I'll get your arms and face of course, but you'll also need it on your legs, and your stomach, and your chest." Ethan's hands ghosted across Bryce's torso. "Believe me, I really want to play with your chest some more." Ethan tweaked Bryce's nipples, ever so lightly, in his shirt.

"Fuck." Bryce panted, voice deep.

"Would you like that?" Ethan asked, applying more pressure and soliciting a whine from Bryce.

"F-fuck, yes," Bryce stammered. "But let's save that for later. I told you, it's payback time."

Before Ethan could protest, Bryce's grip tightened on his waist and Ethan felt himself being lifted up into the air. After a brief moment of confusion, Ethan caught on. He planted his feet firmly on the seat on either side of Bryce, and gripped the bar above their heads. They had completed a quarter turn on the wheel, so they were quite far up.

"Move around too much and the people in the other pods will notice." Bryce grinned up at him. Without breaking eye contact, he gripped the bottom of Ethan's shorts and started tugging. Ethan looked around anxiously, but the only other pod he could see was the one behind them. As they climbed higher and higher, the other pods were falling away and the climb was becoming more vertical.

"Oh shit. You're kinky, huh?" Ethan asked as his hard cock popped out of his shorts. Bryce leaned in and ran his nose along the length of Ethan's cock. The tiny bit of pre-cum on the head made a streak on his face.

"You're just now figuring that out?" Bryce asked, opening his mouth wide. His tongue enclosed the head of Ethan's cock as Bryce sucked him in. Ethan grunted as Bryce began to moan appreciatively, his mouth full of cock.

"God, you're such a fucking slut," Ethan grunted. "I bet you want everyone to see you sucking me off, don't you? Want me to show everyone how I've turned you out." Bryce nodded enthusiastically, never letting Ethan's cock out of his mouth. He pulled off and immediately dove face first into Ethan's balls, lapping at them furiously.

"Fuck yes," Bryce mumbled into Ethan's balls "I haven't been able to stop thinking about this dick since you fucked my throat in that stall. When you started laying into Kat, I nearly got on my knees right then and there."

"Oh yeah, straight boy? Tell me how much you love my cock." Ethan grunted, sliding easily back into his dominant role. It was such a relief that Bryce was so willing to give and take. This morning, there had been no doubt that Bryce was in charge. Now, Bryce's eyes were dark and hungry as they watched Ethan's abs flex. Bryce's chin was wet with spit as his mouth glided smoothly up and down the length of Ethan's cock. He pulled off with an audible pop, and leaned in to pepper kisses along Ethan's wet, throbbing shaft.

"It's just so fucking big, Ethan. Fuck. And it tastes good. Why does it taste good?" Bryce's tongue traced the vein on the bottom of Ethan's cock. "I don't know what's come over me. I just wanna worship this fucking dick. You've made me such a cocksucker. You're the fuckin man, dude." Bryce descended again, burying Ethan to the hilt. Ethan let out a guttural moan as Bryce gagged around him. Bryce pulled back and Ethan brought his hand down to grip his hair fiercely.

"You want this fucking cock so bad, straight boy, then you're going to take it." Ethan groaned, his voice husky. Bryce's eyes widened as Ethan began to savagely fuck his throat. He gagged around Ethan's cock and Ethan held him there aggressively. Ethan kept his eyes peeled for signs of distress, but they never came. Bryce gripped Ethan's ass for stability as his throat was fucked mercilessly. His eyes were red and streaming tears, his spit dripping down his chin in waves, but he never tapped out. Gripping his hair again, Ethan pulled Bryce off. Bryce uttered a gasp as his mouth was emptied, his lungs screaming for a full breath of air.

"You're such a dirty fucker," Ethan slapped his cock, slick with spit, on Bryce's face as he spoke. "Your throat is for my personal use. I'm gonna breed your throat full of cum. And anyone who wants to watch is going to see it."

They had nearly reached the apex of the wheel now. The view around them spread for miles, magnificent and breathtaking. Neither of them paid any attention at all. Ethan was quite literally on top of the world as he drilled into Bryce's warm, inviting mouth.

Sweat dripped down Ethan's torso, and dark spots were spreading under Bryce's pecs and pits. Ethan's hips were sore from how hard he was thrusting, trembling with exertion as he chased his orgasm. His balls tightened as he panted and thrusted for all he was worth.

"We're almost at the top now Bryce. They're going to catch us." Ethan warned. Bryce never stopped. One hand left Ethan's ass and began tugging on Ethan's balls. "Oh shit. Fuck, that's it," Ethan grunted through gritted teeth. A thought bubbled up. "Fuck it, let them see. Matter of fact, I should show everyone, shouldn't I?"

Ethan let go of the bar with one hand. The remaining arm trembled violently as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Tingles ran up his spine as he slid his thumb up, opening the camera. Feeling like he could walk on air, Ethan's thumb hit the red button.

Bryce's eyes were wide and dark. "Such a good boy, Bryce. You love my dick, don't you?" Despite a worried frown creasing his brow, Bryce nodded reverently. His mouth was bulging as his head crashed up and down. "Cheated on Kat last night, didn't you?" Bryce trembled at the accusation, but shakily nodded. "You love being a dirty fucking cheater. I should show her this video and humiliate you, don't you think?" A whine tore its way out of Bryce. His throat bulged one last time as he took Ethan as deep as he could and gagged for all he was worth. Bryce's body jerked as he held himself there, and Ethan saw his cock straining in his shorts. A wet spot was spreading at the tip. Bryce's bloodshot eyes rolled upward, pupils threatening to disappear into their sockets as he nodded fitfully at the camera.

Then it was over.

"Shit. Here it comes. It's coming. Oh fuck, it's coming. I'm, I'm breeding you." Ethan cried out, slamming to the hilt. Bryce's eyes opened wide, his throat spasming around Ethan's dick as round after round of cum filled him. He swallowed valiantly, but couldn't prevent the dribble that made its way down his chin. The cum mixed with the spit already drying there, and some drops made their way onto Bryce's shirt. Ethan, feeling like his brain was underwater, fought to keep the camera steady. He would record this if it was the last thing he did.

Ethan grew soft and pulled out of Bryce. A glistening strand of saliva connected his cock to Bryce's lips, before Bryce's tongue swiped one last time across the head of Ethan's cock, severing the connection.

"You're a dirty fucking cheater, aren't you? Say it." Ethan growled.

"'m a dirty fucking cheater, Ethan. T-thank you for b-breeding me." Bryce mumbled, his voice strained from the vicious throat fucking.

"You're going to let me fuck you, aren't you?"

The silence seemed to stretch for eternity as Ethan waited for a response. Emotions flicked across Bryce's face, and he appeared at war with himself. Anxiety floated to the surface of Ethan's orgasm rattled brain. What would he say?

Blurting the first thing that came to mind, Ethan said, "It's what Kat deserves. She fucked that guy, she probably even let him cum inside her. She totally cuck'd you... probably laughed at you afterward. No point turning back now."

Anger, fury spread across Bryce's face. Ethan had seen that look before. The balcony. The bathroom stall. The shower, this morning. Every time, fury became a vehicle for lust. Bryce's voice was husky.

"You know what? Yeah. Fuck me, Ethan. Use your big fucking dick and make me your bitch. I wanna know what it's like being a cockwhore, like my lovely fiancé."

He looked directly at the camera. He looked steady and proud, even with cum and spit still drying on his chin. "I hope you know... what's about to happen is your fault, Kat. The wedding is off."

Ethan pulled up Kat's contact. Ignoring the slew of missed calls and stream of messages apologizing, he selected the video and pressed the send button. Their fate was sealed.