I Fucked a Guy, And I Liked It

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Chapter 1

The music thundered through the house, rattling the windows and vibrating the soles of Fred's sneakers. The air was thick, pungent with spilled beer, sweat, and the lingering, cloying scent of cheap body spray. Bodies moved in a tangled mass under flashing neon lights--limbs entwined, hips grinding shamelessly, laughter rising and falling against the heavy bass line.

Fred stood on the edge of it all, nursing a lukewarm beer, shoulders tense and jaw tight. He'd never liked these frat parties. The forced laughter, the exaggerated bravado, the constant pressure to fit in--it always made him feel strangely isolated, even amidst the crush of bodies. His gaze wandered aimlessly around the room, catching snippets of overheard conversations, exaggerated stories, drunken boasts. He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of how awkward he felt just standing there alone, pretending to enjoy himself.

Fred took a slow sip of his beer, grimacing slightly at its bitter, room-temperature taste. Parties were Trent's scene, not his. He tugged at his collar, feeling stiff and awkward. He knew he should be engaging more, but he always worried he'd say or do the wrong thing. He glanced at his watch discreetly, wondering how soon he could leave without seeming rude.

As if sensing Fred's discomfort, Trent sidled up beside him, grinning broadly as he elbowed Fred roughly in the ribs.

"Dude, you look like you're at a funeral. Loosen up!" Trent shouted above the pounding beat, sloshing a bit of beer onto Fred's shirt.

Fred sighed dramatically, brushing away the droplets. "And you look like you're ten minutes away from being transported."

Trent laughed, unfazed. "Gonna plead the fifth to that." He took a long swig of his beer, before nudging Fred once again. "Seriously though, you're missing out. Check it - hot blondie in the mesh top." He nodded toward a slender figure swaying in rhythm to the music. "Totally checking you out, dude. Been watching you for the last ten minutes."

Fred raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Bullshit, Trent. You've been here, like, five seconds."

"Okay, fine, two minutes tops," Trent conceded with an easy grin. "But trust me, I've got a sixth sense about these things. She's into you. Go talk to her."

Fred hesitated, glancing at Trent suspiciously. Trent just raised his beer in mock salute. "Would I steer you wrong?"

"Absolutely, you would," Fred retorted, but his eyes had already drifted. As if on cue, the figure in the crowd wiggled their butt enticingly, moving in perfect sync with the rhythm. Fred watched for a bit, despite his misgivings. Finally, he downed the last of his beer, pushing his empty Solo cup into Trent's waiting hand. "Wish me luck," he muttered dryly, Trent hooting crassly behind him.

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Fred weaved through the packed bodies, the music pulsing hot and heavy through his chest. The closer he got, the louder the beat, the warmer the bodies pressed against him. Soon he found himself standing directly behind the mysterious blonde, watching the graceful sway of hips, the way the slender shoulders moved in effortless rhythm.

"Uh... hey."

The blonde glanced back over a bare shoulder. Fred caught a brief glimpse of mascara, glitter, and the teasing curl of a full mouth. "Hey yourself", came the smooth reply, soft and rich with invitation.

Fred's heart kicked harder. Without thinking, he took a step closer. "You're really good," he offered. "I was... watching." He groaned mentally as he said it. Way to sound like a creep, he thought.

But a soft laugh vibrated through the other's frame as their hips rolled back, lightly brushing Fred's thighs. "You haven't even seen me at my best yet."

Fred's confidence surged. He leaned in, feeling breathless, heart pounding louder than the bass around them. "Yeah?" he murmured, voice low, husky with growing desire. "Maybe you should show me."

Their bodies melted together, Fred's reservations dissolving as he gave in fully to the thrill. He savored the warmth, the softness, the delicious press of flesh against his own. Lost in sensation, Fred spun his partner gently, fingertips brushing against warm, impossibly smooth skin, eager to see the face he'd been dancing with. The figure turned gracefully, soft eyes meeting his gaze. And it was then that Fred realized.

It wasn't a girl.

It was a guy.

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Fred's stomach plummeted. His breath caught, frozen in shock, their faces separated only by inches. He wanted to step away, but his body refused to move. Opposite him, the boy's grin widened, playful and knowing, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else--interest?

"Hey, cutie," he purred, voice rich and sweet, intimate even amidst the thundering music. "Nice to meet you. I'm Eli." Lidded eyes looked up at him, warm and inviting. Fred couldn't help but notice the glitter gloss on his lips, his gaze trailing downwards to a lithe chest draped in a tight mesh shirt.

Fingers gently brushed Fred's hip. A strange thrill shot down his spine, and he felt his cock throb once, painfully.

The sensation made him start. Fred jerked back as if burnt, panic rising sharply. Without thinking, he slapped Eli's hand away. The younger boy recoiled instantly, retreating beneath his blonde curls, a stung expression on his face.

"Shit!" Instantly he knew he'd fucked up. Fred's pulse pounded sharply as he reached out clumsily, feeling helpless. Fumbling for the words.

"Fuck, I'm sorry--um--"

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Just then, laughter exploded behind him. Harsh, humiliating, deafening. Fred whipped around, eyes wide. Trent was doubled over, roaring with laughter, pointing gleefully, beer sloshing from his cup.

Fred's fists clenched tightly as the laughter echoed around him, grating against his ears like broken glass. Anger boiled hot and fast in his chest, drowning out his thoughts with raw fury.

From across the room, Trent's voice rose sharply, gloating. "Told you he'd do it! Pay up, dickheads." Trent was already handing out high-fives, eyes bright with drunken triumph, his laughter booming louder than anyone's.

Fred didn't remember moving, just knew suddenly that he was there, right in Trent's face, jaw set like stone. "Yo, look who's back!" Trent guffawed, leaning toward him mockingly. "Think you're gonna get lucky tonight?"

"Eat shit, asshole." Fred's voice came out low, dangerous, tight with barely restrained violence. The laughter died instantly. Around them, the others quieted, shifting nervously, eyes darting away. In a heartbeat, a space had cleared around the two of them.

Trent's smile faltered. "Relax, dude. It was just a joke--"

"A joke?" Fred snarled, stepping closer, eyes blazing. He roughly shoved Trent into a nearby table, making him topple to the ground with a crash. The contents of half-a-dozen Solo cups spilled onto him and the floor.

"Hey!" Scrabbling ineffectively on the ground, Trent flung arms up instinctively as Fred strode up. But Fred stopped a foot away, giving Trent a venomous look before hocking a big mouthful and spitting. "You're a fucking joke."

The glob landed flush on his face. Trent sputtered, eyes wide with shock and fear, wiping frantically at the spit dripping down his chin. "Jesus, dude--what the hell--" His voice died abruptly as Fred stepped closer, looming, mutinous.

The silence around them was deafening. For a moment he stood still, coldly contemplating the naked fear in Trent's eyes. Nobody moved. Finally, he exhaled hard, fists still clenched tight. Then turned away, disgusted. "You ever fuck with me again, I'll break your fucking jaw."

Spinning on his heel, Fred shoved brusquely through the crowd, leaving a trail of disgruntlement echoing in his wake. He didn't care - right now, he just had to be alone.

He didn't notice the soft footsteps following after him.

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Somehow he'd emerged onto the patio. The night air felt cool on his temples. Moments passed as he stood there, breathing hard. He'd just begun to feel his thoughts settle when a voice behind him spoke quietly. "Fred?"

God, couldn't he be left alone? Irritably, he turned, snapping. "What do you want?"

Eli stood close, hands casually in his pockets, expression soft. Fred bit his tongue, regretting the words instantly. It hadn't been Eli's fault at all. But Eli's response was quiet and unbothered.

"Nothing. Just wanted to check on you. Those guys were real assholes."

Fred forced himself to relax, letting his shoulders drop just a little. "Yeah. Guess I found out who my real friends aren't." He let out a long breath, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "To be honest, the frat life never really suited me anyway."

Eli stepped closer, eyes sincere as he nodded. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Nobody deserves that." He reached out tentatively, to lightly brush Fred's forearm. "You're better than them."

Fred blinked, momentarily lost for words. Standing there, he felt his fists finally start to unclench.

"Thanks," he muttered softly, not quite knowing what else to say.

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For a while, Fred let the silence lapse, taking deep breaths of the cool night air until he felt his heartbeat had slowed appropriately. Eventually, feeling thoughtful eyes lingering on him, he opened his eyes.

Eli stood there, leaning lightly against the railing, arms crossed lightly across his chest. The faint glow from the porch lights softened his features as he shot Fred a tentative smile. "Feeling better?" Fred shrugged, rolling his shoulders slightly. "Maybe. At least I don't feel like killing a man anymore."

That got a laugh out of Eli, a rich, throaty sound. "You looked terrifying back there. I thought you were going to whoop his ass." He mimed a full-body punch as he turned, a playful look on his face.

Fred smiled ruefully. "Honestly, maybe I should have. That douchebag has had it coming to him for a long time." They shared a laugh. He felt Eli's hand touch him again, lightly on the hip.

The feeling gave him pause. A recent memory sprang to mind. He turned back to Eli, feeling slightly guilty...

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"Look, uh--I'm sorry I hit you earlier..."

Eli raised his eyebrows slightly, caught off guard. Fred stood before him, rubbing the back of his neck, gaze averted. Suddenly looking shy.

He laughed softly, slightly incredulous. "Don't be. It was nothing really."

That wasn't quite true; it really had hurt. Fred's hand had left a red imprint on his forearm that was only now beginning to fade. But the memory of the pain was quickly receding as Eli looked at Fred anew. Starting to see him in an altogether different light.

Fred continued, oblivious. Still looking askance, awkwardly. "No, really. I shouldn't have-- I don't hit people."

Eli couldn't resist a chuckle. He waited till he found Fred's gaze - hesitant, tentative - before continuing, letting himself be bold and unafraid. "Apology accepted", he said. "Lighten up, big guy. 'Tis but a flesh wound. Barely a scratch." Beaming up with a cheeky grin, Eli made sure to catch Fred's gaze, before he surreptitiously tucked his arm behind his waist. Hiding the red imprint out of Fred's view.

Fred laughed, a deep, warm sound. "Okay... if you say so." He seemed obviously relieved. Their eyes met briefly, again. Eli felt his heart race a little. There was something so cute about the way this tall, broad-shouldered boy could turn shy and sweet in a heartbeat.

Eli bit his lip, before looking up again, grinning. "To be honest, it was a little cute. You looked like a frightened deer caught in headlights."

"Jesus. Shut up." Fred glanced away, clearly embarrassed, but a smile starting to form on his lips.

"No, really. You looked adorable."

In the spaces around their banter, Eli let his gaze trail down Fred's flannel shirt. Let it linger on the ridges of Fred's exposed forearms. Eli bit his lip, feeling a thrill slowly rise up his spine.

He knew he was staring, knew he probably shouldn't--but couldn't quite help it. Fred's quiet vulnerability was captivating, his shy smile charmingly at odds with the strong lines of his jaw and those broad shoulders. Eli's gaze drifted again, deliberately lingering on Fred's chest, the curve of his biceps, imagining for a moment how they might feel wrapped around him.

He kicked the ground once again. Suddenly feeling a little short of breath. Thinking -- Shoot. He's exactly my type.

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Fred was feeling markedly better. The night air had calmed him nicely, his embarrassment fading into the background as Eli's animated voice filled the quiet patio. A surprising ease had settled between them, and now he chuckled softly, shaking his head at something Eli had said.

Just then Eli pushed off the railing, bouncing slightly on his feet. As he caught Fred's gaze, a little smirk came onto his face. He bit his lip gently, eyes glinting with newfound mischief in the half-light.

"You know," he said slowly, almost thoughtfully, "It's too bad what happened earlier. But I think I might know exactly how to make up for it."

Fred's raised an eyebrow, curiosity prickling through him. "Yeah? And what's that?"

Eli sauntered across the porch, deliberately kicking his heels slightly against the hardwood floor. Fred's gaze lingered helplessly on the confident sway of Eli's hips, suddenly all too aware of the way he was sashaying. Fred's gaze snapped up as Eli turned gracefully, eyes sparkling deviously.

"A little bit of revenge," Eli purred softly.

"Revenge?" Fred echoed, brow furrowed.

"Okay, so hear me out..." Eli moved closer again, steps slow, deliberate, closing the space between them with calculated ease. Fred found himself strangely transfixed, Eli's voice weaving around him like velvet. "Imagine this. Tomorrow morning, when your asshole friends are nursing hangovers, bragging about imaginary hookups--you could have something real. Something they can't even touch."

Fred's throat tightened, heart suddenly beating harder. "And what's that?"

Eli's eyes glittered wickedly, voice a seductive purr. "Well... none of them are gonna get lucky with a smoking-hot blonde tonight, right?" He tossed his head carelessly, letting his curls wiggle, a full-blown smirk on his face.

Fred stared, cheeks burning hotter, realizing exactly what Eli meant. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Eli had stopped in front of him now. He leaned in, close enough Fred could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting across his cheek. Eli's voice was soft, taunting yet irresistibly inviting.

"Imagine their faces when you look them dead in the eye and say..."

"I fucked a guy last night--and I liked it."

Fred's breath hitched sharply, the words sending a thrill through him, dark and intoxicating. Eli smiled smugly, utterly confident now, as he drew a gentle, teasing finger along Fred's forearm, the touch sending shivers straight to his core.

"Come on," Eli murmured softly. He batted his lashes once. "Wouldn't that feel amazing?"

Fred finally managed to swallow the lump in his throat. Slowly, almost dazedly, he nodded. Eli smiled triumphantly, eyes locked on Fred's. "Upstairs. Third on the left." he repeated gently, voice dripping with promise. "Don't make me wait, big guy."

Then Eli turned gracefully, heading back towards the house without a backward glance, leaving Fred standing in the shadows--heart pounding, humiliation forgotten, replaced now by something darker, sweeter, and far more dangerous.

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Chapter 2

The upper floor of the house was dark and abandoned, a stark contrast to the noisy party below. Fred walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, counting doors carefully under his breath. When he finally stood before the bright red door, he paused, nerves fluttering uneasily in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, and stepped inside. The quiet in the room seemed louder somehow, his pulse beating sharply in his ears as he shut the door gently behind him.

"Eli?" he asked softly, peering around the shadowy bedroom.

"Boo," came a teasing voice from directly behind him.

Fred jumped, heart pounding sharply. "Jesus Christ," he grumbled, embarrassment flushing his cheeks as Eli's laughter danced lightly in the darkness.

"Mmm. You're jumpy," Eli purred playfully into his back, slipping lithe arms gently around Fred. Fred felt himself tense briefly, pulse leaping sharply as Eli's hands came to rest lightly on his chest. his hands coming to rest lightly on Fred's chest. Slowly, he let himself relax, heart still hammering unevenly beneath Eli's splayed fingers.

"And you're a little shit." Fred muttered, turning his head slightly to glance at Eli's amused expression.

"Oof," Eli replied cheerfully. "Alright. Scratch that. Rewind. Can we start over? Nice to meet you, I'm Eli." Fred rolled his eyes, fighting a smile despite himself. "Yeah, yeah. I'm Fred."

Eli leaned forward, lips brushing the curve of Fred's ear, his breath warm and teasing. "Hi Fred." He purred, catlike, his voice coiling sweetly around Fred's spine.

"Ready for a good time?"

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Fred shivered lightly, pulse quickening again. He swallowed, feeling strangely vulnerable. "Uh--I just--I've never--" he faltered, heat rising anew.

Eli loosened his grip slightly, guiding Fred gently around to face him. His eyes sparkled mischievously in the soft glow of a bedside lamp he'd turned on. "Hey, it's okay to be nervous," Eli whispered, his tone softer, reassuring now. "Kinda cute, actually."

Fred scoffed weakly, cheeks reddening. "Shut up," he muttered.

Eli laughed softly again, reaching up to gently cup Fred's face. "Make me," he teased boldly. Fred's jaw worked for a moment. Something in Eli's knowing eyes gave Fred the audacity to say: "I can think of one way I'd do that..."

Eli mock-gasped, drawing back momentarily, obviously delighted. "Oooh! Do tell." He nuzzled closer, voice conspiratorial, looking up at Fred with smoky eyes. Fred found himself stopped short. "Uh... well..."

Eli laughed brightly. "Wait, actually don't tell me." He palmed the front of Fred's crotch. "Does it involve this guy right here?" Slender fingers curled just slightly around his bulge. Fred gulped, suddenly speechless, hands fisting helplessly at his sides.

Eli seemed to sense it. "Relax," Eli murmured, voice a silky purr. "It's no big deal. Just two bros hangin' out, right?"

Fred huffed weakly, heat flooding his face. "Eli, come on, that's not--" He faltered, heart thumping faster as Eli deftly undid the buckle, smoothly pulling his belt free. It clattered softly to the floor, sounding impossibly loud in the quiet room.

"Not what?" Eli teased gently. His fingers toyed lazily with the button on Fred's jeans, eyes fixed firmly on his face. "It's okay to feel good, Fred. It doesn't have to mean anything." His tone was playful, soothing yet mocking, deepening Fred's embarrassment even as it sparked desire in the pit of his stomach.

God, what was he doing? He felt a little ridiculous, passively standing before a boy half his size, letting himself be handled like a newborn puppy. Somehow Eli knew how to push all of his buttons. It was almost annoying how helplessly captivated he found himself.

Almost.

Fred's thoughts stopped short as Eli tugged at the zipper, carefully lowering it inch by inch. Fred swallowed hard, shamefully aware of the obvious, aching bulge in his pants.

Eli's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Poor baby," he purred gently, slipping Fred's jeans down past his hips, letting them drop quietly to the floor. For a split second, Eli's playful mask slipped, eyes flickering with genuine hunger before his confident smirk returned effortlessly. "Look how stressed you are. I bet you could use some help from a bro..."

Fred groaned softly, helplessly. "Jesus. You're such a fucking tease."

Eli just smirked knowingly, fingers ghosting over the tent in Fred's boxers. Fred twitched helplessly beneath his touch. He watched, breathing shallow and ragged as Eli sank smoothly to his knees, eyes glinting mischievously. Slowly he nuzzled close, rubbing his cheek smoothly against Fred's pulsing, fabric-covered cock. Fred gasped softly, body stiffening with desire, his head spinning, feeling his hesitancy starting to melt away.

Eli's voice came softer, taunting yet tender. "A little birdie once told me it's not gay if you're wearing socks... or was it if your balls don't touch? I always forget." Eli laughed quietly, the sound rich and throaty, echoing seductively in Fred's ears. Fred felt a rush of heat spiral downward.

"Come on, big guy... If you want it, then show me..."

Shuddering slightly, Fred reluctantly opened his eyes, and stared down at Eli. That lithe face was now half-hidden underneath his bulge, glossy lips parted around the base, curved upwards in a luxurious, lazy smile. Eyes lidded, knowing, too certain. As if he already knew what was going to happen.

His fingers twitching slightly, Fred's hands found the waistband of his boxers.

And pulled down.

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Chapter 3

Eli watched with hooded eyes as Fred slowly shucked his boxers, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly. Eli relished the ragged breaths, the subtle tremors that rippled through Fred's body as he exposed himself fully. Fred's cock sprang free eagerly, thick and flushed, already slick and glistening at the tip. It twitched instinctively, as if protesting its sudden exposure.

Eli smiled openly, not bothering to conceal his delight. He took his time admiring Fred--this big, sturdy jock reduced to vulnerability. His gaze traced every inch of Fred's exposed cock, savoring how Fred shifted awkwardly under his scrutiny, uncertain yet undeniably aroused.

Finally, Eli reached out, letting his fingertips ghost feather-light along the sensitive underside, from base to tip, slow and teasing. Fred sucked in a sharp breath, clenching tightly, a delicious shiver rippling visibly through his frame.

"Mmm," Eli murmured softly, eyes glinting. "So tense. Are you always this wound-up, or is it just for me?" Fred's jaw tightened, fists balled helplessly at his sides, voice strained with desire. "Eli--" he began hoarsely, breaking off into a frustrated groan.

Eli chuckled softly, leaning forward. He exhaled gently, warm breath dancing tantalizingly across the swollen, leaking head of Fred's cock. The twitch it elicited was exquisite. "God," he whispered playfully, eyes glittering mischievously up at Fred, "you're so fucking cute." He felt Fred's thighs spasm beneath his grasp.

Eli pressed his lips softly, slowly beneath the head, parting them slightly, the heat of his tongue flicking delicately at the salty slit. Fred released a strangled gasp, hips instinctively jolting forward. Eli pulled back immediately, teasingly denying him.

"Patience," Eli murmured, voice mockingly sweet, enjoying Fred's obvious struggle for control. "It's not polite to rush your cocksucker."

Fred's voice was desperate now, rough-edged with frustration and need. "Eli, come on--"

Eli grinned, devilishly calm, languidly licking again, slow and unhurried, drawing out the sensual blowjob he was giving Fred. Each time Fred's hips bucked forward, Eli pulled teasingly away, keeping him right at the precipice, helpless and pleading. Finally he looked up through thick lashes, drinking in Fred's tight expression. "If you want more," Eli purred softly, voice deceptively gentle, "then ask me nicely."

Fred's entire body tensed, his breathing ragged. "Please," he finally rasped, barely audible, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and raw desire.

Eli smiled slowly, eyes triumphant and affectionate. "Good boy," he murmured approvingly, savoring Fred's reaction as he finally parted his lips wide, taking him deep into the wet heat of his mouth.

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Fred gasped for air as warm, wet lips wrapped around him like velvet. Tight, slippery, perfect. Eli sank down slow, letting every inch drag across that gloss-slick mouth like he was memorizing it. Like Fred's cock was a delicacy he was savoring.

Fred's head tipped back, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He hadn't thought it would feel this good. Eli's hot, teasing mouth was turning out to be more addictive than anything he'd ever known. He couldn't help but tangle his fingers in Eli's curls, clutching reflexively, eliciting a smug hum from Eli that vibrated deliciously through Fred's entire body.

Eli's cheeks hollowed enticingly, throat flexing subtly as he swallowed Fred inch by intoxicating inch. Eli's gaze remained locked onto Fred's face, sly, teasing, dangerously knowing. See how much fun this is? his eyes seemed to say. Fred felt another heated jolt run down his spine.

Jesus, he really was letting himself be trampled like a doormat. A very well-loved, well-indulged doormat. Dimly he tried to hold on to some scrap of dignity. But Eli shifted again, and his mind dissolved into white-hot static.

Eli bobbed slowly, methodically, like he was drawing out Fred's punishment. The sound of spit and breath filled the small room. Fred bit his knuckle.

"Fuck," he hissed. Eli came up just long enough to murmur, lips brushing the tip, "Someone's having a good time." His tongue flicked the slit, sensual, loving. Fred made a strangled sound.

Soft hands found his torso as Eli stood, gently pushing him backwards and down. Fred let himself sink, collapsing messily across the bedspread. One arm flung over his face, his other hand gripping the edge of the mattress like it might anchor him to the world.

His neck was taut, veins standing out in stark relief. His chest heaved.

Slightly afraid of how much he was enjoying himself.

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Eli didn't let up.

The second Fred hit the mattress--sprawled, flushed, arms flung wide like he'd just lost a fight--Eli moved in. Smooth and certain. Crawling up between those spread legs like a cat settling into his throne.

He let his eyes and hands roam, greedy, possessive. Squeezing muscled calves, trailing up thick thighs, wrapping around to grab a thick double handful of ass, before coming to rest lightly on Fred's inner crotch. He didn't need to ask - Fred's legs opened on instinct.

Good boy, Eli thought, smirking. And then he went to work.

No teasing now. No build-up. Just the long, slick slide of lips over cock, greedy and confident. Jaw slack. Throat open. Eli sucked him down with the kind of practiced ease that made grown men whimper. That long, rigid cock twitched adorably against his tongue--a little helpless, a little overwhelmed.

Fred choked out a sound. It was half-moan, half-disbelief. His hips bucked, but Eli held him firm, strong fingers digging in just enough to say - stay still for me.

He didn't look up--not yet. He could feel it. The way Fred's body went tight, then loose, then tighter still. The way his moans kept escaping no matter how hard he bit them back.

Big, muscled, uptight men like this were his favorite. All clenched control, until they weren't. Until their thighs were shaking and their fists were balled and their voices cracked just trying to say please.

And Fred--God. He was melting. Eli could feel it in the way his cock jumped with every deep stroke. In the way his breath hitched. In the way he stopped trying to speak, like words were too complicated now. Just gasps and moans and soft, pitiful noises.

It was so fucking cute.

He sucked slow, then fast, then slow again--ruthless with rhythm, forcing Fred to ride every shift, every cruel denial. His spit coated Fred's cock, slick and warm, and he let it be messy. Sloppy. Louder than it needed to be. He wanted Fred to hear it. Wanted him to remember.

Fred let out a loud gasp. Eli glanced up, finally, eyes gleaming. And there it was. That look. Not just arousal. Surrender. It sent a thrill racing down Eli's spine. Fred was already gone. And Eli wasn't letting up until he shattered.

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Fred didn't know how long he'd been moaning.

Or when he'd stopped pretending not to.

Somewhere between Eli sucking him down with obscene wet sounds and those hot, slick hands pressing him open, Fred had lost track of time--lost track of himself. All he could do now was gasp. Buck. Cling to the sheets like they might hold him together.

Eli hadn't said a word in minutes. He didn't need to.

The rhythm of his mouth said everything--slow when Fred got too close, fast when he tried to pull away. Every motion calculated. Every flick of his tongue designed to wreck him.

Fred's thighs were trembling. His abs clenched with every breath. His cock was throbbing, too hard, too sensitive, twitching inside that hot, unrelenting mouth.

"Please," he gasped. "I--I can't--"

Eli just hummed around him. A low, pleased purr like Fred's pleading was adorable. That hum vibrated through his cock, up his spine, into his skull.

Fred's head fell back. His mouth dropped open in a silent, broken cry. His toes curled. His hips lifted.

"Shit--"

And then he came.

It hit like a punch to the gut. His whole body locked up, balls clenching hard, muscles seizing as he spilled--hard, shamefully hard--down Eli's throat. Heat, light, liquid pleasure flooding through him, unstoppable.

Eli didn't stop. Just sucked and swallowed, one hand gripping Fred's thigh as he rode out every pulse, gently licking Fred's spewing cock, lovingly milking every last drop. Finally, he sat back on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes sparkled.

"Damn," he said, voice low and amused. "I thought you weren't into guys."

Fred didn't answer. Couldn't. His arm was still thrown over his eyes, face burning, heart galloping. Flushed with shame and arousal.

Eli leaned forward, lips brushing Fred's hipbone-- warm, tender, affectionate, despite the playful taunt in his voice.

"Guess you're a liar."

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Chapter 4

Fred's mind was blank. His cock twitched uselessly against his thigh, spent and slick, basking in the aftershocks of pleasure. His balls felt like they'd been emptied. His chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow gasps. Eyes closed. Mouth parted. Blissfully wrecked.

"Jesus," he croaked quietly. "Mm," Eli hummed. "You're welcome."

Fred cracked an eye open. Eli was already crawling up the bed like he owned the place--kicking off his jeans mid-climb, tossing them aside with casual indifference. He flopped down beside Fred with a sigh, one arm draping over his chest.

His cheek nuzzled against Fred's shoulder. "You're warm," he murmured. "I like that." Fred stared at the ceiling. Still breathless. Still dizzy. His heart hadn't quite calmed down. Eli's fingers started tracing soft shapes on his chest.

"Jesus," Fred muttered. "You're... seriously fucked in the head."

Eli just smiled against his skin. "Mmhmm. But you came so hard I thought you were gonna asphyxiate me, so let's call it even." Fred groaned and threw an arm over his face.

Eli snuggled closer. Draped one bare leg across his hips. "Don't be like that," he cooed. "You were so good for me. So responsive. Like a little toy that lights up when I press the right buttons."

Heat flooded Fred's cheeks. He grabbed a pillow to muffle his groan. Eli laughed softly, voice tinkling. "I don't mean it like that. You should be proud of yourself. Really. Some guys are really stuck up. But you're different. I've never had as much fun as I did just now."

The pillow was gently prised off him. revealing Eli's eyes. For once, achingly genuine. "I... I mean it. I had a really good time, Fred." For just an instant, Eli's usual confidence faltered, replaced by genuine warmth and a flicker of uncertainty--like he wasn't sure Fred would believe him. He looked away shyly. "In fact, I think you just might have ruined other men for me."

Fred closed his eyes, caught off guard. The way Eli switched seamlessly between playful and authentic had him constantly off-balance. Opening them, he found Eli's vulnerable gaze, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips.

"Uh... I really liked it too." God, was that seriously the best he could manage? He felt his face reheat, as he fumbled for better words. "You were ... incredible." he mumbled, feeling painfully inadequate. But Eli's eyes widened, a little overwhelmed, before he smiled softly. "I'm glad."

Fred's heart ached a little. For a moment Eli looked shy, demure. Then his mouth split open in a wide, wicked grin.

"So... take some responsibility, hmm? I promise I'll be a good little cockslut... Just for you." Eli's voice--low, husky, seductive--hit deep. Fred shivered, a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. He adjusted his arms, one hand settling naturally around Eli's shoulders. Protective. Easy. Right.

Eli hummed softly in pleasure, nuzzling closer, burying his head in the crook of Fred's neck. The sensation sent a pleasant warmth spreading through Fred's chest. Eli was, curled up atop him like a spoiled housecat, smelling annoyingly good--lip gloss, faint sweat, something sweetly citrusy. The smaller boy's leg was still draped comfortably across his hips, as if staking out a claim.

Fred couldn't deny how good it felt.

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Eli's fingers found Fred's chest again. Not tracing now--just resting. Light and possessive.

"Mmm. You're cuddly," he whispered. As he shifted, Fred realised something hard was pressing insistently into his thigh, unmistakable even through the thin fabric of Eli's shorts.

Fred cleared his throat awkwardly, his cheeks heating again. "Um... Eli?" Eli paused, tilting his head with a mischievous curiosity. "Yes, Fred?" Fred hesitated, feeling painfully awkward, unsure how to phrase it. He finally mumbled, "Do you... I mean--should I, you know, reciprocate or...?"

Eli laughed softly, a note of shy embarrassment briefly coloring his voice. "No" he murmured, pressing his flushed face into Fred's chest, "you don't have to. Just..." Eli's voice softened, vulnerability peeking through. "Just hold me, okay?"

Fred blinked in surprise, heart suddenly racing at Eli's unexpected sweetness. Wordlessly, Fred let his arms settle protectively around Eli's slim frame, feeling oddly tender.

Eli sighed deeply, relaxing into Fred's embrace, hips beginning a slow, almost shy roll against Fred's thigh. Fred swallowed hard as he realized Eli had slipped a hand down between their bodies. He felt the subtle, rhythmic motion of Eli stroking himself, a shiver going up his spine as Eli's soft breaths grew shaky.

Fred found himself strangely captivated, listening closely as Eli's breathing turned into quiet, needy little moans, muffled shyly against his shoulder. He tightened his hold instinctively, heart beating fiercely.

Eli trembled gently in Fred's embrace, breath catching in a sweet, helpless gasp as warmth spilled between their bodies. For a long moment afterward, neither moved. Eli seemed content to lie nestled intimately against Fred's chest, breathing soft, vulnerable, content.

"Thanks," Eli whispered. "I... I needed that."

Fred exhaled softly, chest tight with something he couldn't quite name, holding Eli closer still.

"No problem."

---

A long, comfortable silence stretched between them. Eventually, Eli shifted, propping himself up slightly to meet Fred's gaze. His eyes sparkled again, the teasing mischief returning effortlessly.

"So," Eli began, voice mockingly casual, "was this just a one-time thing, or should I clear my schedule for tomorrow?"

Fred groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes, but couldn't quite suppress a smirk. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?"

Eli grinned broadly, entirely unrepentant, leaning in to press a quick, teasing kiss against Fred's chin. "It's part of my charm."

Fred sighed theatrically, feigning exasperation even as his hand gently stroked Eli's back. "Your charm," he echoed dryly. "You mean the part where you ruin innocent, unsuspecting straight guys?" Eli giggled, pleased. "Exactly. It's my special talent."

Fred gave a playful scowl, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

"And yet," Eli whispered smugly, nestling closer with a triumphant little sigh, "you're still holding me." Fred hesitated, cheeks warming again, before muttering softly, "Shut up."

"Gladly", Eli quipped. Then his mouth found Fred's, two pairs of lips pressing together. Soft, Sweet, Deep. And that was the end of the conversation for a while.

---

Epilogue

Sunday afternoon.

Fred regarded his reflection in the mirror, fingers gripping the porcelain sink. He was tired, rumpled, thoroughly spent--and yet he felt lighter than he had in ages. Eli's scent lingered faintly on his skin. Sweet, clinging, stubborn.

He splashed cool water on his face, but the satisfied heat burning beneath his skin didn't fade. His heart was still thumping with an exhilaration he couldn't deny. He thought back to how Eli had coaxed him awake that morning - all smiles and mischief, as he slithered down Fred's body. Fred had let himself relax, lying back, finishing in Eli's mouth with a satisfied, sated grin.

In the corner of the mirror, he caught a glimpse of Eli dozing on the bed, thoroughly worn out. The smaller boy lay sprawled out without a care, lazy afternoon sunbeams lighting up the curve of his smooth, bare butt. Fred found himself perversely aroused, cock twitching deliciously. It was hard to think such an imp could look so angelic. Even if he was asleep.

Fred hummed thoughtfully as he shut off the tap, wiping his face dry. What else would Eli make him do, he wondered? What other kinds of depraved, kinky sex would they engage in together? He thought back to that moment the previous night - his cock stirring to life as he grinded into Eli from behind - and how sinful Eli's tight ass had felt, pressed up firmly against him.

The possibilities seemed truly endless. He found his imagination running wild with eager anticipation. Shaking his head with a rueful smile, Fred stepped back into the hallway. Looking back, he stole a last glance at Eli - dozing, content - before he pulled the door quietly shut.

---

Outside, the house was waking up, quiet murmurs and groans of hungover complaints drifting from the rooms around him. He paused at the top of the stairs, just as Trent cautiously stepped out of one of the bedrooms, clearly nursing a bad hangover. Trent froze momentarily, eyes widening nervously as he registered Fred standing there. "Uh... hey, man," Trent muttered cautiously, shifting uneasily.

Fred regarded him calmly, noticing the wary tension in his posture. Strangely, he felt no resentment, no anger--only a distant amusement at Trent's obvious discomfort.

"Hey man," Fred echoed quietly, an amused smirk spreading across his lips. "I should whoop your ass after that stunt you pulled last night." He paused, enjoying how Trent flinched. "But I'm not gonna. In fact, I might even thank you."

Trent looked at him, somehow even more wary. "Uh... so we're all good?" Fred hesitated only for a heartbeat, his thoughts flashing to Eli's mischievous grin, those teasing, glitter-glossed lips, the heat and sweetness he'd found in a place he never expected. Warmth spread through him, steady and certain.

"Sure", he said easily. "Just don't ever do it again." He walked off, leaving Trent rubbing his neck awkwardly. At the top of the stairs he turned back. "Oh, and one more thing." He paused, enjoying how Trent flinched, even now. Staring deep into Trent's eyes, Fred let a wide grin slowly spread over his face, easy and unashamed.

"I fucked a guy last night. And I liked it."