The Booty Call

The Booty Call

Andrew fiddled with his phone, spinning it between his thumb and his forefinger. He was sitting on the edge of his loveseat sofa, rhythmically tapping with his leg.

He flicked at the phone screen, rereading the chat with Jason he had open. The last exchange of messages dated to a little less than half an hour ago.

I am free today. Can you come over? was his opening line.

I can. What did you have in mind? Jason sent back, adding a winking smiley face.

Come over and find out?

Jason had replied with a gasping gif, closely followed by, Give me thirty minutes.

As soon as that message had reached Andrew's phone he had jumped into the shower, furiously rinsing over. Just the thought of what was to come had been enough to keep his dick happily alert - touching it during the shower was something else. It took all his willpower not to wank off right there and then.

To distract himself he had moved onto shaving the stubble on his round, freckles-covered face, giving special attention to the small pit on his chin. Carefully, he had styled the bushy red moustache he grew above his thin lips, trimming it and combing it. He had tried to twirl the edges of it upwards but sighed at his ridiculous reflection instead, before re-combing it back into place.

He had slipped into a pair of loose trackie bottoms and a baggy black tee shirt with a logo of a hard rock band he used to listen to twenty years ago.

Now, he was playing the waiting game with a semi hard-on in his pants, fantasizing about what he was going to do with Jason.

They were friends with benefits and their agreement was simple - Jason had given Andrew his number and had said, "Whenever the mood for experimentation strikes, give me a call or text me." No obligations, just a string of casual sexual encounters of pure explorative fun kept privately hidden from prying eyes. Nobody had to know about it but them.

Up till then Andrew devoted himself to Jason, following his lead. After all, this was his first gay relationship, while Jason had had previous experiences with four different men. Jason had pleasured him orally or had ridden him to completion a number of times - five times, all together. Andrew enjoyed every second of those moments letting himself submit to Jason's commands. It was exciting as well as strangely liberating.

Yet this time he was in the mood of changing things up. He wanted to make Jason moan and whimper to peak pleasure the way Jason made him.

He posed the phone on the coffee table and began to toy with the black hair bobble he kept around his wrist, the one he used to tie his long curly hair with. He never grew out of his "metalhead" phase, keeping it to an over-the-shoulder-blades length since nineteen. Out of habit he went through the auburn locks, collecting them into a bun at the back of his head. Realizing what he had just done, he let them back down, sliding the bobble back onto his wrist.

The doorbell rang and Andrew jolted to his feet. He rushed to the flat's door and glanced through the peephole. An electrifying shiver went down his spine when he saw Jason was indeed there. Another one, even more powerful, went through him once he opened the door and caught a whiff of Jason's scent - the eucalyptus shower gel he spent sixteen minutes to identify in the store, sniffing each bottle, and bought later.

Jason was leaning on the door frame, pressing his forearm high against it with his hand slumped down. His enviably slim physique was covered by a very thin and very tightly fitted jumper. It was tucked into a pair of equally tight-fitted jeans. His head was tilted, the golden blond hair styled into a messy quiff, and a smug smirk was stretched across his clean-shaven diamond-shaped face, his Roman nose, slightly bent at the root, casting a shadow over it. A pair of simple and small earrings glittered on his ears.

If looks could kill, Andrew would've been dead a hundred times over from the glimmer in those big and gently sunken sea-green eyes, so different from his small amber ones.

The Prince Charming. That was the name of the phone contact when they first exchanged numbers, before Andrew changed it to simply Jason.

"Hey there, Naughty Boy." Jason greeted with the nickname he gave Andrew in turn. His voice was as handsomely masculine as his looks, perfectly complementing the Prince Charming appearance. His smirk stretched into a toothy grin. Before he could say another word, Andrew grabbed him by the thin jumper, almost tearing it apart when he pulled him inside.

The door slammed behind them and Andrew went to lock it. As soon as the key rattled to position, Jason grabbed Andrew, faced him and pressed him against the door. There wasn't much height difference between the two men - Jason was ever so slightly taller - but once he grabbed at Andrew's curls and pulled them downwards, Andrew felt weak in the knees. His body responded automatically, slumping against the door and nestling with that Adonis. The sole friction of their touch was enough to make his semi-hard dick no longer semi, stiffening against Jason. The potent smell of eucalyptus filled the air, making Andrew's head spin into a delectable oblivion. All his previous resolve of changing things up was suddenly forgotten.

Jason smiled down on him wickedly. "Great to see you so eager, love," he said, letting his other hand travel down Andrew's side. "As per usual," he whispered once his hand reached the band of the trackie. He yanked at it, making Andrew squeak in a low pitch. His cock now free slapped against Jason's jeans, soiling them with precum. It wasn't particularly long or short, it stood perfectly average, but it had a somewhat darker skin, it was veiny and, according to his ex lovers, quite girthy.

Jason began stroking him and Andrew replied with desperate, low-rumbling whimpers. Jason let go of the red locks, sliding his hand to the neck, caressing with his thumb across Andrew's trembling lips before plunging into passionate, jaw-breaking kisses. Andrew's breathy whimpers became muffled, growling moans, filling what little air was left between their twirling tongues. The Roman nose poked the freckled cheeks as they slammed against each others. Instinctively, Andrew gripped on the offered body, grabbing at the hip with one hand and the moving forearm with the other. He felt every movement under his fingertips, the muscles tensing at each stroke. Jason did it exquisitely, firmly yet gently running his hand up and down the throbbing shaft and sliding either his thumb or his forefinger over the leaking tip - making Andrew squirm every time - spreading the overflowing juices. He started rolling his hips into Andrew's naked thigh, making him feel the beginning of his own excitement. Andrew's hand on the hip moved on its own, encouraging the motion, grabbing at one of Jason's buttocks and driving Jason towards him.

It took only half a dozen thrusts before Jason let go of Andrew's neck, pulled his hips back and undid the belt and zipper of his pants, pulling them open just enough to give space to his hardening dick, all while still trying to murder Andrew with his tongue. He crashed back, hard and heavy, now only the feeling of the underpants between their intimacies.

Andrew had to gasp for air, separating himself from Jason's hungry lips, overwhelmed. His head fell backwards, thumping against the door. He released loud, deep moans timed with the strokes and dry humps. He knew Jason was looking down on him and he knew Charming was grinning lustfully even if he couldn't see it. He had his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure.

It was a way too easy task for Jason to make Andrew completely lose his marbles. God dammit, Andrew thought, finally seeing a clearing in the fog that had clouded his mind.

Jason stopped for a moment and, with his free hand, casted the wandering curls away from the flushed face, whispering seductively, "It's too lovely when you get so hard so quickly. You never disappoint, love."

Everything was following suit. Andrew knew Jason was about to drop to his knees and take the girthy cock into his mouth and suck hard. Then, if Andrew somehow were to manage to not spray all over his face, he'd make him wear a condom and ride him till climax, cumming on top of him himself, or something along those lines. Andrew felt it happening - the movement of Jason's legs, the bottom he was gripping slipping out of his reach - and the feeling of rush turned into determination. I had plans! he screamed in his mind and grabbed Jason with force, stopping him in his doing.

It was no secret Andrew was far stronger than Jason. He had a black judo belt for a reason. He deadlifted Jason almost effortlessly that one time in the gym when they - a paramedic and a police officer - spoke about techniques to lift heavy patients and Andrew got so curious to whether he could or could not lift the paramedic that he grabbed the unsuspecting Jason and swept him off his feet.

He did as much now, pulling Jason hard into position. He opened his eyes and saw the confused look on Jason's face yet could do nothing but grab under the edgy jawline and collide with those velvety lips. With sheer hunger he slid his hands to the firm buttocks again, driving Jason and himself into an ecstatic crash. The powerful friction of their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin fabric sent butterflies down Andrew's whole body and damn if it were satisfying to feel Jason moan and stiffen up against him. Still hungrily he began to fumble with Jason's jumper, trying to undress it. Without hesitation Jason pulled back and stripped it off with one move.

He flashed Andrew with his perfectly formed muscles - the elegant shoulders, the lightly haired pecks, the sculpted abs with the light fur covering the stomach, thickening towards the groin. All was covered by hundreds of scars, markings of a troubled past.

Andrew still remembered the first time he saw them. Curiosity got the best of him, as it always did, but he found close to nothing on Jason's past - the paramedic kept it very secret and very well hidden. Andrew attempted to use his detective intuition. He thought the reason behind the long sleeves the paramedic wore even during the hottest days were indeed scars, but rather from drug abuse. He was wrong and to prove it, Jason stripped down in front of him - a spiteful rebuke to Andrew's cocky assuredness of the erroneous assumption.

Those scars were the result of almost a decade of self harm, a practice Jason abandoned indefinitely three years before, after a failed suicide attempt. The sheer extent of them, covering most of the frontal part of Jason's body from neck to ankles, took Andrew's breath away. It made him feel ashamed for the way he behaved till then - a detective police officer trying to catch a criminal off guard.

He pulled all the stops to apologise and did so successfully. After all, Jason held no real grudge toward him. He knew the detective constable was a curious little robin, always asking stingy questions. He was just upset with the less-than-gentlemanly manners. Buying Jason's favourite book for his birthday was the cherry on top of the cake that took off into an unexpected direction with an interesting domino effect. The result was their current situation - good friends who began having casual sex together.

The sight of those scars was merely a background noise to Andrew now - the detective had his own collection anyways, he saw no reason to be bothered by someone else's, no matter how extensive. He longed for a glance at the naked body underneath those and he wallowed in it, eyeing Jason's figure up like a slice of his favourite pineapple upside down cake. His gaze dropped to the unbuckled belt hanging in mid air, the unzipped jeans unearthing the treasure bulge still constrained in the underwear. There was a wet patch on Jason's right thigh where Andrew had stained him as well as across the unmentionables.

Jason smiled and asked rhetorically, "Like what you see, Naughty Boy?"

Andrew was about to reach for Jason's manhood, wanting it to be free just as his, yet Jason worked faster, pulling Andrew's tee off in turn. He threw it to the side and slammed into Andrew. The flat's door buckled and creaked under their combined weights. With their lips once again glued together, he started running his hands all over Andrew's figure while grinding against him.

While Jason's body was the perfect embodiment of a lean Vitruvian man, Andrew was more on the burly side. He had a broad back, strong shoulders and wide biceps, with veins popping out all over. The time he went to donate blood together with the paramedic, the nurse that worked there complimented him, saying it was satisfyingly easy to draw blood from such streaked arms. His torso was covered in curly red hair which were the thickest around his nipples and along the middle. Even his shoulders were furry at the exception of a portion to the right where a nasty stab wound scar prevented the hair to grow, like a clearing in a forest. A faded, a decade and a half old tattoo of a flaming skull, split by a black thorny rose adorned his left shoulder - a regretful, youthful choice that he was happy to say was relatively small, covering only two squared inches of his skin.

Jason's hands went through all of it. His fingertips slid across every carpeted muscle, crevice and curve, his thumbs flicked over the hardened nips - making Andrew sigh and shudder - his palms cradled the hairy pecks, worshiping them. He did not stop there - his hands travelled fast and hungry, gripping hard at the neck, the fingers tangled in the long curls at the back of Andrew's head, pulling on them while mauling Andrew's mouth with his tongue and poking Andrew's freckled cheeks with his aquiline nose.

Andrew returned the favour equally frivolously, running his hands across the smooth body. He barely felt the scars under his fingertips, only a slight bump every so often, for the paramedic knew how to medicate them properly to become nearly impalpable. He felt the velvety hair instead. It was so light it barely looked as if Jason had any. Andrew secretly envied that part of Jason, self-conscious about his own bushy red forest. Some of the ladies he tried to date before meeting the handsome paramedic had turned him down because of his hair. He was much relieved when Jason did not bat an eyelid.

Andrew didn't stop there, sliding his strong hands around the back, massaging the pure muscles all over it. He lowered them, caressing the two dimples that formed above Jason's sculpted bottom before plunging towards it.

It was still covered with the slim jeans and Andrew did not hesitate to strip it, pulling it all down to the middle of the thighs, underwear and everything. Finally, Jason's pale cock, thin, unblemished, slightly shorter than Andrew but perfect as Jason himself, fell free, deliciously rubbing against Andrew's hairy groin when Jason rolled his hips.

Finally, Andrew thought and inhuman, rumbling voices crept to his throat as he lost himself. Did he ever love the feeling of Jason's dick harden against his body. Something about it made his mind go wild. He gasped for air, just as before, and looked down for a moment at the semi-hard member rubbing against his hairy skin. Jason's pubes were slightly darker and thicker than the rest of his hair, carefully trimmed into an aesthetically pleasing welcome mat, now mingling with the untamed dark-red bush. With his hands on Jason's butt cheeks, Andrew raked through them, gently streaking them with his nails.

Jason moaned gutturally in response. He grabbed at the swirly locks at the top of Andrew's head, pulling them hard. Andrew cried out when his head thumped against the door, slumping again, losing himself in the sea-green eyes.

"You're very naughty tonight, aren't you?" Jason growled through clenched teeth. His gaze was clouded with desire. He waited for an answer, staring Andrew down.

Andrew licked his wet lips. "I am, my Prince," he replied, his voice deep, much deeper than Jason's, but thin with tremble.

Jason slammed his mouth back onto Andrew's. With lustful hunger they grinded against each other, their more or less excited members tightly together, tangling into the wiry pubes, moaning and growling into each other's tongue-full mouths.

Andrew held the firm buttocks tightly, kneading them like his life depended on it. Feeling particularly bold, after he had successfully stopped Jason to proceed with the usual, he slipped one of his hands to the crack and rubbed against it, travelling downwards. There he felt the ripples of the skin preceding the hot butthole and, with his heart pounding, he pressed his middle finger against it.

He was not a stranger to it - he had penetrated that hole two times by now, but only under Jason's direct control and only with his hardened penis. Yet the plan that he created in his mind in the minutes he waited for Jason to ring the bell at his door involved a lot more touching than the standard routine.

Jason groaned, pulled back with an audible smack and gasped breathlessly. "Damn, Andrew," he whispered and his voice was saturated with lust.

Just the mention of his name freed a thousand butterflies down Andrew's spine, the tremble in it sent a familiar feeling to his balls.

They'd seemingly only began but Andrew was already almost ready to go. He blamed his time in the shower.

When Jason once again tried to lower himself to his knees Andrew pulled him back up with urgency. If those lips were to touch him now, he'd paint Jason's face like a Jackson Pollock and although the thought of it was attractive, he still wanted to realize the fantasies in his head first.

A battle began between them. Jason kept on trying to have his way with Andrew and Andrew kept on preventing it every time, keeping his overly excited dick as out of reach as he possibly could. It took an exceedingly long time for the two to lose their shoes, socks, drop their pants completely, kicking them off each others, and stand totally naked - except Andrew's hair bobble and Jason's earrings - against the door. Once the last piece of clothing went off, Andrew finally had enough, a blind drive pushing him to hurry before he'd burst.

He held Jason firmly and either dragged or pushed him through the corridor, toward the bedroom, while they continued their wrestle and sloppy kissing. Once they stood at the edge of the bed and Jason tried to kneel once again, Andrew grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him on the bed, back-first.

The force of the throw knocked Jason's breath out of his lungs. He scrambled onto his elbows. His eyes were wide of stupor, an emotion that was unfamiliar for Andrew to see on the handsome face.

For a second, he feared he might have exaggerated, killing the mood with his brute manners.

"I'm sorry!" he apologised, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat. He leaned over, instinctively giving a light touch to Jason's knees. His deep-rumbling voice quivered. "I am terribly sorry. Is this too much?"

Jason's surprise subsided and was replaced by a satisfied smile.

"Not at all, love," he said slowly. He laid back down, the way Andrew had thrown him on the bed, and lifted his arms above his head with his fingers lightly touching. "Do not let me stop you," he said with a voice that made Andrew tremble all over.

He was sprawled on the sheets, the legs hanging over the edge, bent at the knees. The scar-marked body was there for the taking, his semi-hard cock leaning to the side. As if that wasn't enough, Jason did something that had always made Andrew lose his mind - he bit into his lower lip. Andrew felt giddy and nervous at the same time, with his heart aflutter, but he hesitated no more.

He grabbed at the legs and pulled them, dragging Prince Charming to the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of it, kneeling between Jason's thighs as he spread him wide open. The surprise mixed with excitement on Jason's face and his smile stretched into an expectant grin. Andrew leaned over, gently covering the offered body with his own, and kissed Jason with unrivalled passion. Jason didn't wait for permission to grab and pull at the long curls, his legs wrapping around Andrew's hips.

Ooh, too much! Andrew thought as soon as his oversensitive manhood brushed against Jason and he sprung back, knocking Jason's tightly gripping legs away with his hands. Once again confusion coloured Jason's face.

"Sorry," Andrew whispered breathlessly. One of Jason's eyebrows shot up. Andrew chuckled nervously and pecked at the handsome lips. He trailed little kisses all around Jason's face, hoisting his butt up high. As he calmed himself down, his kisses slowed, lowering to the neck, gently brushing over the lumpy scar there. Jason helped keeping the falling curls away from the course of action. He was smiling expectantly again. With one hand he caressed Andrew's back, inviting him upwards, but Andrew's plans were to go the opposite direction. He swatted Jason's hand away softly.

He slobbered his kisses, gliding down to the firm pecks, taking deep breaths of the eucalyptus smell. It was all over, permeating Jason's whole body, mingled with another odour, a light, slightly musky Jason-scent that Andrew loved ever so dearly. Something about it made all of his hair stand, firing him up.

Slowly, very slowly, he thought, urgently trying to keep himself down, pouring his efforts into pleasing Jason solely. He slid his tongue sideways, trailing to one of the nipples. He felt Jason gasp and shudder once his tongue flicked over it. Joy spread through his chest.

He let his tongue dance around the nipple, sucked on it, gently then hard, flicked it up and down, left and right, mixing it up with intention and determination. He made Jason gently flinch a couple of times, tickling him with the bushy moustache. Andrew smiled at each breathless giggle, enjoying himself. He slobbered his way to the other side, flicking his head to cast the long curls out of the way, giving the number two the same thorough treatment. His hands moved, caressing Jason all over, softer or rougher, pinching the sensitive nip while licking the other, cradling the way Jason cradled him moments before at the door.

Only then he noticed how still Jason held. The Prince's breaths were shallow, barely moving the chest.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat. Oh, God. Does he not like it?

It wouldn't have been the first time he'd encounter someone who'd be indifferent to teat-teasing foreplay - there was this girl, Sandra, he met almost fifteen years before. After months of tedious courtship they ended their relationship swiftly over unsatisfying intimacy. Andrew's self-esteem took a hard hit after that but he were younger then, more naive and dependant on the opinions of others. He were still desperately trying to be straight then.

His eyes darted upwards and to his disappointment he saw a gently furrowed brow looking back.

All right. No touching of the diamond cutters. Noted, he said in his mind, feeling embarrassed for his undesired performance. He let his hands on the bed, away from Jason's body.

It was not going as gloriously well as he had imagined. An anxious feeling began spreading through his chest, killing the built up confidence and, little by little bit, his rock hard boner.

He tried to press forward, trailing his kisses and sliding his knees downwards. His heart started pounding loudly in his ears once he reached the stomach.

Suddenly, Jason propped on his elbows and said, "Andrew, wait. Hold on."

Andrew sprung up instantly. Oh, God, he panicked, his heart going even crazier in his chest. I ruined it.

Jason held one of his hands up. "I know I just said do not let me stop you, but what do you...?" He didn't finish the sentence, letting a few confused sounds out of his throat. His eyebrows were dancing around on his forehead and his mouth formed a perplexed smile.

"I am terribly sorry," Andrew began, already taking an imaginary blame, "I didn't know you didn't like it."

Jason looked even more confused. "Didn't like what?" he asked.

Andrew pointed and said shyly, "Playing with your nipples. I really thought you liked it at first."

To Andrew's surprise, Jason chuckled. "Oh, I like it. I liked it very much. You..." he chuckled once again, covering his smiling mouth with the back of his hand. "You are quite good at this. You can do it as many times as you want from now on." He looked at Andrew coyly, biting into the corner of his lower lip.

It was Andrew's turn to be confused. He was flattered by the compliment, feeling a weight lift off his chest, but couldn't understand what just happened. He opened his mouth to speak when Jason took a deep breath in and said earnestly, "I thought you were going to fuck me. Or shove it down my throat. I wasn't expecting... this."

Jason smiled and Andrew blushed in turn. A moment of silence passed.

Jason took another breath and said, "I guess I am trying to ask you what you are planning to do now."

Their gazes met, Jason's sea-green eyes shimmering with a breath-taking intensity. He waited for an answer, holding completely still with only his index finger now touching his lips, one of his eyebrows quizzed gently.

Andrew felt the heat burn up his freckled cheeks violently, forming a familiar pattern across them, like a burgundy cascade of shame, nicely matching with the colour of his hair. His heart restarted pounding at full speed. "Oh, well..." he mumbled, his voice a low grumble. He shifted his weight, sitting on his heels and going with his hand through his hair, casting it away from his beaming face. "Well, I thought... you know." He fumbled for a second but he was an adult, thirty-nine years old man, so he decided to be plain about it.

"I thought I could suck you," he said, gently shrugging his shoulders. "Return the favour, you know?"

Although still unmovable, Jason couldn't help but let his eyes go wide, staring back at Andrew without blinking.

Andrew lifted his hands in the air, saying, "If you'd like it." He couldn't see how any person with a penis, gay or else, would be uninterested in it, but he preferred being extra sure at that point, getting on the same page with his Prince Charming.

Jason choked on his own breath with a snorting sound, tilting his head to the side. His smiling mouth dropped open. "If I'd like it," he mimicked in delighted disbelief, his wide eyes searching the empty air.

Andrew felt his excitement swell up. Pleasantly shocking Prince Charming was his favourite pass time.

Jason furrowed his brow, lifted his index finger and gave Andrew a narrow-eyed look as he asked, "But you have never done this before... have you?" suddenly questioning everything Andrew had ever told him.

"Yeah, I have not," Andrew assured, chuckling lightly. Then, feeling bold again and horny for the body laying in front of him, he said, "Not yet."

A smirk crept on Jason's face, his breaths hitching, but his eyes were still narrow. "Are you certain you want to?" he asked, his voice steady.

Andrew looked up in thought, pondering on the question he already knew the answer to, but decided to have fun with. He puckered his lips and rumbled, "Why not?"

There it was, the same reaction Jason had when they had their first time, right before they plunged into wildly passionate sex. Andrew had said something to a similar effect and Jason, just as now, let out a string of small, forced breaths, his mouth forming a circle and the sea-green eyes ablaze with pleasant shock. Just like then, their gazes met and the lustful sparks that jumped between them could have set fire to water. Jason's slacked jaw crooked, giving way to a wicked, toothy smirk.

Before Andrew could say another word, Jason sat up, grabbed firmly at Andrew's swirly locks and pulled him close with passionate aggression, tilting Andrew's head to the side. Andrew could barely keep his balance, planting his hands on the offered body. He yelped out of pain at first, but it soon transformed into pleasure once their faces were so close - his under Jason's, against the marked shoulder - their breaths caressed each others' skin.

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for, Naughty Boy?" Jason hissed, looking down at him and Andrew felt all of his hair stand up. Jason kissed him, biting at the thin, moustache-covered lips and making Andrew cry out once more. He let go of the curls just as suddenly as he had grabbed at them.

With a rush burning through his body, Andrew pushed Jason to lay back onto the bed. He felt giddy and excited, like a teenage boy again. He needed no other encouragement, he went straight for the prize.

He already acquainted himself with Jason's manhood with his sense of touch just a couple days prior. Jason was riding him for their second time with Andrew laying flat on the loveseat sofa - they didn't make it to the bed. Unlike their first time, Andrew had his hands free and was too excited to keep them to himself. While Jason grunted, rhythmically jumping on him, Andrew reached for the bouncy dick. Jason's reaction was instant - a wide-eyed stare with a stifled "Andrew!" - and Andrew immediately apologised, thinking he had flunked it, as his usual. Jason barked at him, ordering him not to stop and Andrew didn't have to be told twice. It was no different than wanking himself off except tenfold hotter. It took a while, but once the ropes of cum splashed all over his stomach and chest, he couldn't help but cum himself, basking in Charming's pink-coloured scrunched up face with the mouth wide open, releasing the ecstatic cry. Andrew loved gazing at the handsome face and the glimmering sea-green eyes - he just couldn't get enough of it. The nails that the Prince had planted on the bulky shoulders left visible red marks over them. "Fuck me, Andrew," Jason had whispered once he had caught his breath and Andrew would have said something silly, like, "I just did!" if only he had had some air left in his lungs.

The pale cock laying to the side was now directly in front of him, ready for his attentions. Andrew wetted his lips, suddenly feeling nervous so close to it. Shivering gently, he slid his hand across Jason's stomach, caressing each marked bump of the sculpted abs, leading slowly to the semi-soft member. He touched it, feeling butterflies in his stomach, firmly yet gently gripping on the skin, sliding it along the shaft, up and down. Jason's cock stiffened up at the touch - sending another rush of butterflies through Andrew - and Jason moaned soundlessly, dropping his head on the skewed pillows behind him.

Readjusting himself to lay on his side between Jason's legs, Andrew began stroking the twitching cock, slowly working him up, taking his precious time with it. He had already noticed it took quite a while for Jason to perk up, no matter what they did. After their first time, Andrew bombarded Jason with questions on his past and his previous relationships, curious to know everything about him, and Jason admitted he had been having problems getting and maintaining erections since youth. Mostly were due to performance anxiety, some were seemingly out of the blue.

Andrew was not bothered by it at all, gladly being nothing but patient. He waited to be thirty-nine before finally admitting to himself he liked men as much as women - he could spare as many more minutes as needed to get a lovely gay man hard. Jason shared that adding kinky elements, like bondage, dirty talking or role playing helped him break through. Andrew obliged more than willingly.

He rubbed the thin cock with consistency and determination, making Jason gasp, moan and shiver, gently lubricating the shaft with the spurring precum. Jason's hands grabbed and pulled at the sheets. He kept shifting his head, giving glances downwards, only to let it fall back again, releasing sighs of enjoyment.

"Fuck, it feels good," he whispered feverishly at regular intervals, making Andrew's heart do somersaults in his chest.

Andrew moved closer, sliding his arm under one of Jason's legs, hoisting the knee up to his shoulder. He leaned his head, trailing kisses across the inner thigh squeezing and caressing it with his hand from the other side, timing it with the strokes. Jason responded with laboured breaths. His head bobbed up, their gazes locking. The Prince's eyes were dark with lust. He was gnawing at his lower lip.

Taking a trembling breath, Andrew sustained the gaze, opening his mouth, sucking gently on the vulnerable skin. Jason bit into his lip harder. The hand that teared at the bedsheets let go of them, gripping passionately at the arm squeezing him. Andrew let his mouth slide lower, leaving love marks and kneading the tensing muscles harder, guided by the motion of Jason's hand. Charming's head dropped once again.

"Fuck, Andrew," he whispered with a strained voice, his chest falling and raising with deep breaths. Hearing his name again gave Andrew the push he needed to proceed.

With a loud smooch, he released the skin he was sucking on. He jerked his head, flipping the curls out of the way, straightened the stiffening cock up and put his lips around the pink tip, pushing his head down.

A salty taste hit his buds as he slid his tongue along, just a small pinch, immediately followed by something incredibly clean, surprisingly lightly sweet. He didn't know why it surprised him - he wasn't really having any particular expectations - but the soft skin tasted good, incredibly good.

The entire ordeal felt stunningly good. Finally, the feeling of a cock in his mouth - it was liberating. He felt absolute, powerful glee. He never wanted it to end.

As he went farther down, he sensed his mouth becoming quite full quite quickly, realizing he was barely halfway through the length.

What the hell? Suddenly he was stumped, wondering just how Jason managed to make his girthy one completely disappear. He's shorter than me! And he's not even fully hard yet!

He pulled back, gasping for air, not realizing he'd been holding his breath till then. Jason's cock flopped down with a wet slap.

Jason was clearly enjoying it, giving whispered verbal consensus about the action - "Oh, fuck!" - interlaced with raspy breaths, but Andrew paid no attention to it, set to figure how to gulp Jason's manhood down.

He dived again, deeper. His hair fell, sprawling on the hairy but neatly trimmed crotch. He pushed forward, stubbornly going over the point he was physically comfortable with, still not touching the base yet. In that moment, accompanied by a fervent gasp, Jason's dick twitched excitedly, hitting a part of Andrew's throat that sent him into a violent gag. With an uncontrollable reflex, he pulled back, coughing hard.

Jason sat up instantly. "Go fucking slow!" he yelled through clenched teeth, roughly casting the ruffled red hair away from the flushed face. "What are you trying to accomplish here?"

Andrew cleared his throat, still feeling the instinctive spasms, gruffly mumbling, "Sorry." Another rush of coughs caught up to him, his body not collaborating with his will to calm down. Jason cupped his face gently, wiping the wet, moustache-covered lips with his thumb and looking him straight in the amber eyes as he asked, "You okay?"

There was a determination in the worried look, one that Andrew had the privilege to see three times already. He was never going to forget the first one, their first official meeting. He had seen the lad before, but only from afar. There was nothing strange for the emergency team to work together with the armed police officers' branch, of which the detective was part of.

That faithful day, once he had come to, had seen the paramedic with the sea-green eyes looking down at him with that exact look and had realized what happened - he had fainted like a silly little sod - he slapped a hand on his face and grumbled, "Fucking cunt son of a bitch." Thinking back, the cackling laughter he suscitated from the handsome paramedic right then was one of the highlights of his life. If only he had the wits to understand his feelings toward the man back then, the months that followed would have been very different. He often wondered about it, but had no regrets at the end of the day.

The Prince Charming was still waiting for an answer, carefully observing him.

Andrew cleared his throat thoroughly, shifting into a more comfortable, kneeling position and giving Jason a reassuring smile. "I am fine. I don't need an ambulance, thank you," he joked.

Jason grinned. "I sure fucking hope so! I've never seen someone needing an ambulance for choking on a knob before." He looked at the empty air, thinking for a moment, an utterly silly grin stretching across his face. "It would be pretty hilarious to have to explain it to the EMS, though."

Both laughed, Andrew with a more strained voice, getting better with each passing moment. Jason helped keeping the red locks out of the amber eyes. He let one of his hands to Andrew's chest, caressing gently along the breastbone. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, giving him another look.

Andrew ahemed once more and nodded. "I am fine. Truly."

"Okay."

"Yeah."

Their gazes dropped to their respective crotches. Andrew was still going strong, their brief pause having little effect on his vigorous display. Jason's, on the other hand, had deflated quite visibly.

"So," Andrew began tentatively, "you want to keep going, or...?"

Jason chuckled and there was a pinch of frustration in his voice. "I do," he said, meaning it, "I am sorry if I don't look the part--"

The rest of the sentence flew out of his lungs as Andrew pushed him back on the bed, pinning him down. He pecked the handsome lips, sensually grinding his body against the Prince's. He felt pins and needles when he rubbed against the hot skin. The little charge he lost during their break surged right back.

"Shall we then," he whispered, low and deep, looking straight into the sea-green eyes.

Jason took a shivering breath. "Fucking hell, Andrew," he managed to let out, his hands getting lively across Andrew's body. He bit into his lower lip and Andrew pulled back, his excitement getting dangerously close once again. Jason tried to stop him, grab him, pull him closer, but Andrew adamantly prevented each try, swatting Charming's limbs away. Jason groaned at each denial.

"Just let me suck your fucking cock," Jason demanded. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out as much as he could. It had the desired effect - Andrew had to hoist his bottom up high again, holding Jason down with his strong hands. He began planting kisses on the scarred chest to sooth himself. He could hear Jason snicker.

He thought for a moment, trying to get the enticing image out of his head. "Let me suck yours," he said with a low voice, beginning a swift descend to Jason's groin, sliding his knees along, stopping only to add, "my Prince."

Jason gasped. "Ah, fuck."

Reaching his destination, Andrew decided to take a different approach to it. He began planting wet kisses on the prickly, carpeted skin all around the thin manhood, adding more and more tongue as he went. His curly hair snaked behind him, tracing his path. The eucalyptus-Jason smell was intoxicating, lusciously filling his lungs.

Jason seemed very receptive, his cock slowly stiffening back to life. He did not hesitate to voice his approval both with breathy noises as well as whispered words of encouragement. "Oh, yes."

Andrew let his hands unclench from the tight grip on Jason's arms, roughly caressing from stomach to the thighs and back to the hips. "Fuck, yeah," the Prince incited.

He propped on his elbows swiftly, startling Andrew for a moment. "Go slow for fuck's sake," he reminded Andrew, making him chuckle gruffly.

"As you command, my Prince," he replied with a rumble, daringly kissing closer and then along the pale dick. Jason laid back on the bed, breathing laboriously and Andrew felt the same way, relishing in the chance to suck his dick.

Starting from the base of the shaft, Andrew let his tongue slide along the length. He almost forgot how good it tasted, letting out a guttural moan of enjoyment together with Jason. Hungrily, he gave it another go, but to his misfortune his red locks got in the way, annoyingly sticking to the now spit-slicked dick. With a quick flick, he tried to cast them away, seemingly to no avail. Hurriedly, he ran a hand through his hair. Jason sat up, helping collecting the auburn locks, holding them at the back of Andrew's head.

Andrew dived again and managed to slobber his saliva all over the semi-hard cock multiple times, gently sucking on the glorious tip - dear God! It felt good - eliciting grateful voices, but soon the locks started to slip from Jason's grip. Jason kept collecting them, but their movements were somehow uncoordinated once Andrew began rocking his head, making the long hair escape too often.

Frustrated, Andrew pulled up, kneeling, and ran his hand through the curls again. He instinctively collected them at the back of his head. As soon as the idea struck him, he pulled the hair bobble from his wrist and tied his hair, nicely and firmly.

Jason grinned, eyeing Andrew up and down. "You are so damn sexy with your hair up," he said, making Andrew's heart swell up, and slammed his lips onto Andrew's, as if trying to eat him alive.

Andrew felt the Prince's hands all over him, touching and pulling his girthy penis. He was too enthralled by the sensation, letting it happen as his body screamed for more. Jason detached himself from the bushy lips and, without ifs or buts, bent over and swallowed Andrew whole. The amazing, warm feeling rippled through Andrew like an earthquake, making him shudder violently. The voice that came out of his throat was embarrassingly high pitched in comparison to his natural thundering. There was nothing he could compare Jason's mouth and tongue to - it was a one of a kind feeling. He yearned for it, desperately.

Jason went at it without mercy, licking, sucking, tugging and twisting with his hand. His head bobbed lively. Instinctively, Andrew leaned backwards and spread his legs, giving more access, his trembling hands pressing on the bed for support. His breaths became raspy in a matter of seconds. Looking down at his Prince, prone, seeing the muscular back tensing at the strokes and bobs, the firm ass hoisted in the air, perfectly formed, sculpted by a divine hand, he couldn't help himself but stare and begin to melt.

Jason tilted his head, looking up. Their gazes met. Dear God, Andrew thought with a violent shiver crossing him. He couldn't look away. He did not want to. Jason smiled - Oh, fuck -, dragged his outstretched tongue slowly along the length, eyes locked - Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! - and Andrew felt his body wither, his blood rushing dangerously fast.

With incredible, trained speed he grabbed Charming by the shoulders and flipped him, pinning him back-first on the bed, beside him, distancing himself from the hungry lips and touchy hands. A cold feeling embraced his wet cock, making him tremble with desire for warmth. He breathed like a bull in heat, the relatively brief touch having a major effect on him.

Jason snickered below him. He smacked his lips and said, "Delicious, as always." He grinned impishly, showing all of his teeth. "Why did you stop me? I was just about having fun. Don't you want me to, Naughty Boy?"

Once Andrew caught his breath, he leaned over and said firmly, "I want you to lay down, my Prince."

"Or what?" Jason asked, his grin somehow even wider. He tensed his muscles, playfully struggling against Andrew's firm grip. "Didn't you say to do as I command? Are you giving me orders now?"

"I am not giving you an order," Andrew replied, taking deep, soothing breaths. His engorged cock was pointing directly at Jason's face, clearly showing what he longed for. Yet his desire to get off equalled his desire to put Prince Charming in the same position. "I am but your humble servant. I am merely asking you for permission," he said in a bloodcurdlingly calm voice. He saw Jason tense up, his sea-green eyes darkening with lust.

He leaned closer and whispered low, "Let me serve you, your Highness."

The effect was what Andrew hoped for. His Prince bit into his lower lip and said breathlessly, "Then serve me, Naughty Boy."

Andrew released him and Jason stayed where he was, breathing slowly and deeply. Andrew diligently stepped between Jason's legs and, without further ado, with his hair no longer a bother, he put his hands and mouth to work.

He went slow, like he promised, not pushing himself over his limits, but he spared no expenses at the same time. He licked, sucked, slobbered his spit to the point of drooling it all over the neatly trimmed crotch. He did not hesitate to use his hands, sensually caressing the shivering body all over, the hips, the thighs, the stomach, all that was covered in hard, tensing muscles, deliciously firm under his fingertips. He rubbed the thin cock with passion, slow and fast, twisting, tugging at the base while sucking the tip. He pulled all the stops, subconsciously doing everything and all Jason indirectly taught him to, adding even more.

Jason did not forget to express his gratitude. His breaths reduced to desperate, wheezing gasps, his chest rippling as they went through him. Just as before, he was shifting his head, giving glances, letting it fall back down with delighted sighs. He grabbed at Andrew's shoulder, kneading roughly just above the faded tattoo, tearing at the bedsheets again with the other. The gasps he produced were accompanied by moans, grunts, growls and whispered or mumbled repetitive words like "Oh, fuck!" or "Oh, yes!" or "Fuck yes." Sometimes he managed to say an entire sentence, something along the lines of "This feels so good!" or "You feel so good!". At some point he even whispered, "You are such a good boy," making Andrew's heart want to jump out of his chest.

Andrew was overjoyed by any and all pleasant sounds that came out of his Prince, taking an alarming amount of pleasure from it himself. He replied to the noises with his own voice, moaning and growling into Jason's crotch.

He pulled away for a moment only to drive back lower - Why not? -, giving the Prince's balls a royal treatment. Jason, after a first, shuddering gasp, became even louder. The hand that was gripping at the tattooed shoulder slipped out of reach. Jason let it run across his chest, roughly caressing his own pecks and nipples. Seeing him this way sent Andrew into ecstasy. He nursed the sensitive bollocks like they were a most precious possession, slicking them with spit and caressing them with passionate care for several, heated minutes.

He climbed back up. He tilted his head, dragging his parted lips, zigzagging with his tongue, all over the hard dick - He is hard! A feeling of accomplishment followed by pure euphoria spread through him like wildfire. It sent a way too enticing feeling down to his groin, making even the lightest touch of his manhood with the blankets unbearable. He had to twist his hips, laying on his side for a moment to avoid any physical contact.

He looked down for a second. His girthy dick was positively the angriest he'd ever seen it, pointing erect like an arrow on the tensed string of its bow. Precum drooled down the shaft, creating a massive pool - My dear God! - below him. Alas, he had never been so excited in his life.

He kept stroking the throbbing, hard cock with Jason melting underneath his touch, watching his hands flailing, desperately grabbing on the ruffled sheets. He still did not reach the exact goal he set himself to earlier - make Jason moan and whimper to peak pleasure. The Prince was moaning alright. Whimpering? Nope. Not yet.

We've come this far, he thought, might as well go all the way.

He shifted, carefully kneeling so his oversensitive penis wouldn't touch a thing. With rough passion he grabbed under Jason's thighs and swung them, pressing the knees into the mattress, knocking Charming's hands out of the way. His bottom sprung up, accompanied by a long and loud gasp, and Andrew swiftly pushed his legs underneath it, keeping it firmly hoisted. He continued his oral assault, hungrily swallowing Jason's length as much as he could, lustfully bobbing his head fast. He rocked sideways, sensually slapping the erect cock around his mouth, releasing him with a pop.

Jason panted, heavily. "Andrew," he whispered, his voice thin with shivering tremble.

Andrew wallowed in the sight, taking it all in. The thin manhood stood vigorously straight, vibrating with the Prince's shuddering breaths. The gorgeous balls were nestling with the body, pulled down by gravity. All was shining, covered in wet saliva and a thin layer of sweat. His gaze slipped lower, to the gloriously exposed, puckered hole, winking at him with desire. It was beautiful, surrounded by light hair, filling Andrew with animal lust.

He looked up at the handsome face and it didn't disappoint - his Prince was looking back, biting into his lower lip, almost drawing blood.

Andrew grabbed at Jason's hands, guiding them to hold the bent position. Jason smiled - Oh, God! - and obliged. With his hands now free, Andrew kneaded the butt cheeks, spreading them. Jason stifled a moan, gnawing at his lip.

Andrew hecked up an enviable amount of spit, leaned over and let it drop on the asshole, sliding his thumb over it.

"Fuck," Jason said, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as it dropped. He took a raspy breath in and whispered, "Fuck, yeah."

His breaths hitched, rocking his chest in an irregular rhythm while Andrew circled his finger around the hole, breathing as heavily as his Prince. He drooled another handful of spit, slowly spreading it all over. With the corner of his eyes he watched Jason succumb to his probing touch.

He wanted to give him more, since he clearly couldn't give himself without bursting in two seconds. His heart pumped loud and fast at the possibilities, at the chance to realize his fantasies, the ones that had swirled through his head while he sat on the loveseat sofa, waiting for the Prince to arrive. He wanted to make this something amazing, otherworldly, unforgettable, just like their first time was to him.

He spread the cheeks wider, leaned over and - Why not? - obscenely slurped along the crack, caressing that lovely hole with the tip of his tongue.

Everything about it felt amazing and otherworldly, the peculiar texture of the skin sending Andrew over the top, the forbiddingness of the touch firing him up like a rumbling volcano, but it was certainly unforgettable when Jason yelped out, "Andrew!" with a shocked voice - not the kind of elated shock Andrew was expecting or aiming for - gingerly followed by, "What the fuck?!"

Jason sat up and Andrew pulled away, a lump instantly lodging in his throat.

"I am sorry!" he said swiftly, putting his hands forward in a soothing manner.

Jason's eyes were wide, wider than Andrew had ever seen them before, staring off into the distance. He accepted Andrew's hands, grabbing at the bulky shoulders in search of support. He breathed heavily, his mouth hanging open.

I ruined everything, Andrew thought, dread shaking him.

He blabbed apologetically, the burgundy cascade of shame burning his cheeks violently. "I am so sorry! I just wanted to--I mean, I didn't know--I'd never, if--You always said we could experiment, so I thought--"

If he could, he would have slapped himself silly. What was I thinking?! he asked himself, not finding a satisfying answer. Sure, they never did that together but he thought--Oh, God!

He felt absolute fear, his head spinning circles, spiralling down into a string of unwanted thoughts. It was his ex-girlfriend Mariner all over again. He could still hear the cackling, unpleasant laughter echoing in his ears. She called him a freak to his face and spread the rumours about their sexual misadventures all around their circle of friends - Hell! To the entire world. She thought it was funny. She said she thought it was hilarious. Their relationship had always been doomed before it even began, but that was the moment when it was over, for good.

Andrew would have run his hands through his tied up hair, if Jason wasn't holding him in a death grip. His mouth had formed a circle, letting out short, explosive breaths. "Oh--my--God!" he whispered with a barely audible voice. The sea-green eyes were searching the empty air as if questioning his entire life, existence, the universe--Dear God! What have I done? Andrew was desperate.

He took a frustrated breath in, pinched the root of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger and mustered all the courage he had to give a sincere, heartfelt apology.

"I am terribly sorry. I but only wanted to give you a good time. It was the heat of the moment, I should have asked you first. Please, forgive me." He sighed and let go of his nose, sheepishly looking Jason in the eyes. "I am never, ever going to do this again, I promise you," he assured, motioning with his hand.

Jason looked at him. He looked at him. Andrew froze, staring at the fire - a blazing fire reducing him to charcoal - glowing in the sea-green eyes. Releasing one of his shoulders, Jason grabbed Andrew by the neck, squeezing hard against the jawline. His voice was a sensual hiss when he said, "You are going to do this again, now."

Andrew didn't know how long he held still and silent, but finally a voice crept to his throat, grumbling a rough, "What?"

Jason squeezed him harder, to the point of leaving fingernail marks along the skin, and, through clenched teeth, ordered, "Do it."

Incredulous, Andrew gave Jason a once over. Only then he noticed how excited Jason's dick was.

The fright of the moment, the overthinking keeled Andrew over, softening his mighty display. Jason on the other hand was positively, rock hard.

Andrew gazed back into Jason's eyes. The fire in them did not falter, it only grew. Everything about the Prince - the facial expression, the shiver of his body - was screaming with his boiling desire. "Are you sure?" Andrew asked apprehensively, but his heart already began galloping.

Jason leaned closer and barked, "Did I fucking stutter?" releasing him from the tight grip.

Their limbs flailed, hungrily shifting into position. Andrew pushed Jason's knees hard into the mattress, making him grunt with approval. He lodged his legs against Charming's hips and Jason grabbed him, streaking his thighs with nails. They breathed like rabid animals.

Without having to be told twice, Andrew unleashed his mouth on Jason's butthole, mercilessly. He lapped at it like a dog, slurping, slamming his mouth against it, sucking, circling it, tongue-stabbing it, rocking his head up and down, left and right, snaking into an eight, all while holding Jason down. It was wonderful, the ripples of the skin, the tensing of the muscles, the musky Jason-scent mixed with eucalyptus potently filling the air, the taste of salty sweat and clean, sweet skin... it perked Andrew right up.

The sounds Jason made only hardened Andrew's cock more. He was moaning and growling to the point of screaming out loud. A string - just a fucking unending and delirious string - of words came out of him. He had always been chatty, but Andrew had never heard him blab so restlessly, changing the volume of his voice from whisper to outcry with such frequency.

"Ah, fuck... It feels so fucking good. It's so good--Ah! Shit. Oh, yes... You are so good, keep fucking going--AH! Fuck! Yeah... Oh, yeah. Fucking do it. Ugh! You fucking Naughty Boy... Ah! Oh, fuck yeah... fuck YES! FUCK! Oh. Oh, my God, yes... It's too fucking good. You are so fucking good, don't you fucking stop--AH! YES! Oh..."

The words and sounds kept on flowing out of his mouth. He trashed his head with passionate violence, a veil of sweat slicking his forehead as well as his body. A familiar pink shade coloured his face and neck. His fingernails were digging hard into the carpeted skin of Andrew's thighs and Andrew enjoyed every red streak, not averse to the pain at all.

Nothing beat the view Andrew was having. He could watch the handsome pink-coloured face with the glimmering sea-green eyes and the hard manhood at the same time. It was maddeningly enticing.

They went at it long enough for Andrew to go back to fully erect, which admittedly did not take long with everything that was going on. Andrew felt a surge of power, bolder than ever, hyperaware and strangely focused on the unfolding situation, watching Jason wither underneath him. His efforts to make this incredible were finally paying off. Let's kick it up a notch, shall we? he thought. Roughly wiping his wet moustache with the back of his hand, he let go of Jason, climbing out of the bed.

"The fuck you going?" Jason growled, resting the feet of his trembling legs, still wide-spread, on the mattress.

Andrew walked to the dresser and fumbled through the first drawer, pulling out a bottle of lubricant.

Once Jason saw it, he smiled delighted. A hearty laughter rocked his chest as he held a hand against his flushed face. "You bought lube? Oh my God!" he giggled giddily, "You were fucking prepared for this, weren't you?"

With a pleased, playful smile, Andrew climbed back up, kneeling between the Prince's legs.

"Damn, Andrew," Jason said, grinned and sat up swiftly, cupping Andrew's face with passionate force, making him almost tumble over from the pull he exerted. He kissed Andrew, ravaging him without refrains, nearly taking his eyes out with his Roman nose and attacking him with his outstretched tongue all over his face. Andrew trembled once he realized Jason was lustfully sucking on the tongue that had just touched his perfectly sculpted bottom. Dear God, he thought, their touch making a wonderful fog cloud his mind.

Jason separated with a smacking sound. "You are just as fucking crazy as me and I love it," he said and licked his upper lip. Andrew gulped hard at the sight, his blood suddenly rushing fast.

With an urge to cool himself down, he pushed Jason to lay on the bed, gestured at the bottle in his hand and said as calmly as he could, "If your Highness pleases."

Jason grinned again. "Fuck yeah I please." He let his hands slide along the hairy chest, roughly massaging the hard muscles. "Fucking go for it, my Naughty Boy," he whispered.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat. Butterflies swirled in his stomach. My Naughty Boy...

With hands trembling of excitement, he sat on his heels, opened the bottle and smudged a bountiful amount on the tip of his fingers, putting the bottle aside. He shifted lower, sliding his knees along. He embraced one of Jason's thighs, giving heated kisses on the skin while lowering his lube-covered fingers to the drenched butthole.

As the fingers touched him, Jason hissed. Andrew jumped, thinking he might have hurt him somehow, but Jason giggled and explained, "It's cold," giving a reassuring squeeze at the arm embracing his bent leg.

Andrew pressed on, gently circling the puckered hole, making Jason break down into deep, moaning breaths. He began leaving love bites while slowly penetrating the butthole with his forefinger. The heat of Jason's insides engulfed his probing finger, releasing an electrifying shiver across his spine. He savoured it, watching the Prince gasp and moan, sustaining the intense glances Charming was giving him. The reassuring squeeze became a passionate kneading. Andrew continued, teasing slowly, gently, sucking hard on the skin in the mean time. He left hefty marks in his wake. Jason let his breaths and voice speak his gratefulness. "Fuck yeah, keep it fucking going."

Without rush, Andrew pierced Jason's hole, reaching the sweet spot - "AH! Right there!" - stroking it intently. Jason melted under his touch, his hands getting lively all around the sheets as well as on the parts of Andrew's body that he managed to reach. Andrew worked him up with sensual constancy, patiently building the pleasure, feeling on top of the world as he did.

He moved closer, swinging Jason's leg to sit against his shoulder and smothering it with kisses as he carefully added another finger.

"Fucking hell," Jason quivered, his voice getting strained. Andrew trembled at the prospect of raising Jason's pitch. With a needy desire driving him, he added yet another finger, snaking his tongue all around Jason's hoisted leg. He managed to fill Jason effortlessly, the fingers sliding in and out of the carefully primed hole in a frictionless manner.

The Prince replied with enthusiasm, getting louder and even touchier. Andrew obliged at the inviting pull, skidding closer. He couldn't help but let a shivering sigh escape his lips once he got close enough for the tip of his manhood to brush against Jason's body. Andrew could see a coy smile creeping on the ecstatic face and it was - as always - sending him over the edge.

He leaned over while pulling his pelvis out of the way, eliciting a tight squeak when he pressed on the leg still resting against him, locking it with his arm as he planted his hand on the mattress. Jason's bottom sprung up, giving Andrew a new angle to work with and he took advantage of it. He picked up the pace, making it harder for the Prince to breathe. He went fast, then slow, then twisting his fingers, piercing with a circular motion, then fast again, in and out ruthlessly. Charming's enthusiasm amplified, the touchy hands raking through Andrew's skin and passionately grabbing at the tide up hair, making Andrew feel a soft, pleasurable pull. His ability to speak dropped. If he were chatty before, now he had room only for three words - "Fuck", "Yeah" and a hissing, needy "Yes!". He was growling, teeth clenched, his voice only laced with the desired whimpers. Each sent an electrifying bolt through Andrew, making it more and more difficult to keep himself down, but he wanted more.

His gaze dropped to the scarred chest, his eyes levelled with the hardened nipples on the sweat-slicked pecks.

He said I could do it as many times as I'd want, didn't he?

While his fingers slid fast inside the scorching butthole, he ravaged the nips with his tongue, mouth and even with his teeth. Jason reciprocated with the same kind of violence, savagely caressing Andrew's scalp and tearing at the hair, making small, ruffled red tuffs escape the careful bind of the hair bobble. He swung his other leg, wrapping it around Andrew's torso, and began gyrating his hips against the probing fingers. His voice got wimpier, sending Andrew into dangerous territory, but Andrew still felt it wasn't enough. When he glanced up at the handsome face he saw there was yet a clearness in the lustful sea-green eyes. He was still in control of himself, clearly having fun with a wide smile stamped across his flushed face. Andrew wanted to wipe that away, make Jason lose his mind.

With animal grunts, fighting against the passionate pulls Jason exerted on him, he moved lower, knocking Jason's legs out of the way and planting his free hand under one of them. He reached Jason's crotch with the erect penis, gladly swallowing it while pumping Jason hard. A shuddering gasp crept to the Prince's lips.

"Fuck!" he yelped out, moaning away to Andrew's delight. His legs wrapped around Andrew's neck in a steady grip and the hands that pulled on the constrained curls now began to push.

Andrew barely kept up with the speed, fearing he might gag again. He didn't, surprising himself. He enjoyed the powerful tugs thoroughly, slamming his wide open mouth downwards, timed with the fingers-stabs.

In that moment, finally, whimpers mingled with the moans, noisily filling the air, the ones Andrew was waiting for. He felt a warmth spreading through him, moaning away with the glee it created. He did it. He made one of the most beautiful, funny, caring man he ever met go off his head.

Instinctively, his muscles relaxed. He gave in to Jason, letting the Prince use his body as he pleased, just to hear more of that voice. The moaning whimpers echoed against the walls of the bedroom, loud. Jason abused of all Andrew offered, shoving his hard cock down Andrew's throat and fucking himself against the lubricated fingers.

A familiar feeling began growing inside Andrew. Potent signals went down his body, making him shudder. A ringing sounded in his ears, accompanying the joyous voices Jason emitted. With an incontrollable impulse, Andrew lowered his hips, the head of his engorged erection rubbing against the blankets. He rolled his hips, dry humping slowly and methodically. Each brush sent electrifying shivers through him, building to the point of no return. He did not care if he was to spray all over the sheets as long as he did it with Jason's voice in his head and Jason's cock filling his mouth.

Suddenly, Jason pulled on Andrew's hair, detaching the spit-dripping lips from his manhood. The hot love hole left the fingers out in the cold. Andrew barely had time to realize what was going on, his body screaming unrestrained, when Jason's face got into view, the Prince's hands tilting his head. Jason's lips moved, saying something and only seconds later, when the blood rushing to other places decided to go back to his brain, he realized what Jason said to him.

"Just fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me!"

Well, Andrew thought, feeling his entire body on the verge of losing it, fuck.

He couldn't think straight, his body moving on autopilot to comply with Jason's command. He stepped out of the bed, strolling to the dresser. His legs were trembling. He could barely keep his balance, walking like a drunkard.

Fuck.

With his hands visibly shaking, he reached into the open drawer and pulled out the box of condoms. It took him way too long to strip the wrapping off of it. The lubricant on his hand didn't help. Carelessly, he wiped it on his hairy thighs. It took even longer to roll a condom on, every touch to his penis making his vision blur almost to the point of blacking out.

Fuck.

He turned. Jason had thrown the pillows about, building a comfortable pile against which to lean for support. He was already shifting into a prone position, his gorgeous bottom hoisted up, the glistening butthole ready to be taken. Andrew just stood, barely able to breathe.

Their gazes met once Jason glanced back. He grinned wickedly. Andrew had no clue what in his amber eyes gave Jason the idea, but Jason said, "You want me to flip around, don't you?"

During their first time Andrew had made that exact request. Jason was about to ride him, turning his back to him when Andrew had asked Jason to face him. "Aren't you bothered by them?" Jason had said then, gesturing at the scars covering the frontal part of his body. Andrew truly wasn't. He was much more bothered about not being able to look Jason in the eyes. Jason granted his wish then and for their second time as well.

Jason had later confessed to Andrew, he was the first lover ever to make such a request - his exes would either flip him or make him cover the scars up.

Any other time Andrew would have jumped at the occasion to look at his Prince Charming - he loved gazing at him dearly. It was the glow in those sea-green eyes, the expressions dancing on the handsome face that got him off. As of right now, he would have preferred to do Jason from behind with no eye contact, but he didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

Fuck.

His body moved automatically. Once Jason laid down, skewing the pillows into position, Andrew kneeled in front of him. Jason lifted his legs, posing them against Andrew's shoulders, and Andrew instinctively gripped on them.

Fuck.

Jason grabbed at Andrew's knees, skidding closer between them. The wrapped-up tip finally made contact with the hot skin and Jason moaned delighted, smiling away. "Fuck, yes," he whispered. Andrew barely felt his nostrils flare up. Sweat began forming on his forehead. Slipping one of his hands between his legs, Jason adjusted the girthy cock to stand right at his entrance and Andrew almost jumped out of his skin at the touch. He buckled, mustering all his willpower. He could hardly think.

Fuck.

Jason lowered on the erect manhood. With an effortless pop the head slipped in. He gasped, "Ah! Fuck."

Andrew realized he forgot to breathe, raspingly grasping for air, releasing it with a rumbling moan. The deathly grip that Jason's tight hole exerted was excruciating, the heat of it burning him through the rubber. He blacked out for a moment, his head spinning. He held horrifyingly still, not daring to move any muscle. His nails dug deeply into the skin of Jason's legs.

Jason kept pushing down, slowly but surely letting the rock hard shaft slip deeper and deeper, squeezing Andrew's knees hard for support. His mouth hung agape, forming a perfect circle, his short, laboured breaths bursting out in an irregular rhythm. Andrew tried to look into the sea-green eyes, but he had to avert his gaze immediately. The glow in them, the gently furrowed brow and the pinked-up cheeks were too much for him to take. He just watched his dick sink till the hilt, disappearing inside Jason, finding it a much more bearable sight to behold. The tight, hot grip embraced his length. It was driving him insane.

"Fuck," the Prince mumbled with a feverish voice, "you are so fucking big!" His hands snaked across Andrew's stomach. "You are a big boy, aren't you?" he got eloquent again, his voice reducing to a sensual hissing, "A big fucking boy, filling me up. Oh, yes you are. And you feel so fucking good, you do. Oh, God I want you to fuck me so bad. Fuck me, you big boy, fuck me."

Andrew heard every word but listened to none. The ringing in his ears intensified. Jason rolled his hips, eliciting desperate, high-pitched voices out of him. Every move was like a shockwave, bolting through him. Sweat slicked his carpeted skin, making the hair stick. Jason grinded away, deliciously sliding against the engorged erection.

Fuck.

As if the friction between their bodies wasn't enough with Andrew standing too still for Jason's likings, Jason shifted, bending his legs, sprawling them apart and pulling Andrew towards him between them.

Andrew obliged, incapable of any other more elaborate decision. He leaned over and planted his hands on each side of Jason's shoulders. Attempting to get some sense of control over the situation and over his own body, he began thrusting with a pace he was trying to be comfortable with, going stiffly slow. The wrapping of the condom helped attenuate the feeling, but Jason's bottom was tight, the walls powerfully clenching down on the girthy manhood. The pressure it created was intoxicatingly pleasurable, every movement intensifying it. Beads of sweat rolled down his body, cascading like a waterfall. Jason's legs rested softly on Andrew's sides, creating yet another pleasurable pressure point.

"Fuck yeah," Jason incited, his hands passionately kneading all of Andrew's sweaty muscles, "Let me feel your big fucking cock. Oh, you fill me up so good, love. I fucking love your big fat cock inside me--Ugh! Yes..." His head dropped on the pillow fort with an elated sigh. "Oh, fuck me good!"

His hands gripped around Andrew's neck, gently lifting his round chin up to face him. The image was glorious and in any other moment but then Andrew would have killed for the view. His predicament worsened exponentially while they gazed into each other's eyes. He knew he was not going to last long.

Jason's voice sounded bloodcurdlingly calm as he said, "You like my tight hole, don't you?"

He pushed against the thrust and Andrew's entire body rippled, an inhuman, thundering sound escaping his lips. He fell to his elbows, their sweaty bodies lightly touching, dropping his head against one of the marked shoulders. Through a number of laborious wheezes, he managed to keep himself down by a thread.

Jason's hands slipped to the back of Andrew's head, caressing it in a gentle manner, playing with the tide up locks.

"You like it?" he whispered into Andrew's ear and continued with his lustful pushes. Andrew could feel Jason's erect cock grind against his hair-covered abs. "You like it a lot, don't you? Oh, yes you do. It feels good, doesn't it? Tight just right, just the way you want it. Yeah, you like fucking me so fucking much, don't you, you Naughty fucking Boy?"

Andrew was glad his head was sunk between the scarred neck and shoulder, unable to gaze at the Prince Charming, but just hearing his voice - that voice! - was more than enough for him. He withered violently.

Jason suddenly yanked at the curls with both hands, making Andrew yelp, pulling him out of the delectable spiralling. They looked into each other's eyes.

"Fuck me," Jason ordered with a calm yet sexually charged voice. Something about it made Andrew forget everything else. He obeyed.

He shifted gently into a more stable position and began thrusting again, slowly at first, picking up the pace as he went. Soon their skins rubbed together with a delicious, constant friction. He penetrated the tight hole with calculated movements, shoving deeper, taking longer thrusts. He went at it for a minute. Two. Three? He lost any concept of time, everything was a big sensual blur. His breaths reduced to a deep rumbling.

If he could have seen himself, he would have been impressed by the incredible feat. It was nothing short of a miracle he didn't climax right there and then.

Jason grunted approvingly with the rhythm. The hands holding the curls slid under Andrew's smooth jawline, keeping Andrew's chin up high. They looked deeply into each other's clouded eyes, grunting and panting away.

Jason's gaze dropped to Andrew's shivering, parted lips. With his thumb he caressed over them, gently brushing along the moustache, circling them intently before pushing his finger into the mouth. Andrew broke down into guttural moans, the action breaking little by little his adamant concentration. Jason seemed unfazed at the sudden change of pace, gently spinning his thumb around Andrew's tongue.

He looked back into the amber eyes and said plainly, "Harder." There was an undeniable power to it that rocked Andrew to his core, making him follow the command immediately, without questioning it.

The sounds of wet skin slapping together echoed off the walls of the bedroom, mirrored by the growling moans and higher-pitched grunts, getting aggressively louder. The thumb that filled Andrew's mouth slipped out. With the corner of his eye Andrew caught Jason's hand slide down, seeing it take hold of the thin cock, rubbing the head with that wetted-up thumb. His entire body shuddered violently, his head about to drop, but Jason was ready for it - the hand still posed against the jawline moved, grabbing Andrew's neck firmly and steadily, stopping his head from falling. The pressure he exerted was magnificent. His eyes glowed. Andrew did not dare to let his fast rhythm falter but he was barely surviving through it. He desperately held onto all the willpower he had left, but nothing was going to stop him from achieving orgasm very soon.

Jason looked Andrew in the eyes intently for a moment. He rubbed himself, pressing on the cockhead with methodical precision.

With a voice saturated with lust he said, "You want to cum, don't you?" and did not wait for an answer before adding seductively, tugging hard on his erection, "Cum for me, love."

At that permission, Andrew let himself go, pounding away. Their voices loudened together, transforming into a string of ululating cries of pure ecstasy, complementing each others in pitch - Andrew a lower thundering and Jason a higher moaning.

Jason wanked hard and fast. His voice hitched, screaming his pleasure out loud, his eyes glistening over. His face flushed violently, turning marvellously pink, once his throbbing cock began spraying away. The ropes of cum splashed all over his body as well as on Andrew's stomach and chest, creating an enviably large pool.

Andrew felt himself burst delectably at the clenching of Jason's anal muscles. Cum erupted and filled the condom up while he watched the beautiful sight underneath him. He thrust with the twitches and it just kept on going and going, unloading a massive amount - for a moment Andrew feared it was going to tear the condom apart, but luckily the wrapping was sturdy enough to contain even a vigorous size as such.

Euphoria spread through him like the warmth of a liquor shot, making him feel a sweet, long-awaited release. He let himself drown in it.

Each spur drained his power, slowly but surely stealing his voice from a rumbling lion-like roar to a breathy wheezing. His arms shook, unable to keep his weight no more and so did Jason's hand wrapped around his neck, slacking away. Andrew crashed on top of Jason, utterly spent, nestling his head between the shoulder and the neck, like before. Jason's sperm mingled with his sweaty, hairy skin, mixing with the sprays that had already painted him.

They breathed wildly, their chests raising and falling against each other. After a couple dozen breaths Jason removed the hand still gripping around his cock, pulling it from underneath Andrew's weight, letting it fall beside him. He sprawled his legs, inelegantly resting them on the bedsheets. Their members softened, Jason's dick not poking at Andrew's abs anymore and Andrew's going limp inside Jason's scorching butthole. The white cock-juice began to dry on the air. They kept on breathing, slowly calming themselves from the high. Neither of them spoke for a solid three minutes.

Jason was the first to break the silence. He pressed his not-sperm-covered hand to his face and began laughing.

"Damn, Andrew!" he said between the giggles, " You are absolutely fucking crazy, do you know that?"

If Andrew could he would have pried on, but he was still trying to recover, unable to do nothing but breathe noisily. He let Jason do the talking.

Jason flailed his hand around as he explained. "I've never, ever in my whole life hooked up with someone quite like you. And I think of myself as experienced, you know? I mean, I've been snogging with guys since my early twenties. That's like ten years ago. When you said you'd like to experiment, I was like 'yeah, I can teach you a thing or two'. I thought I could knock your socks off and such. Get you into kinky stuff. I am quite freaky myself. But you... you are positively crazy! I mean, no one's ever eaten my ass before--Oh my God!"

He pressed his hand on his face again, rubbing against his Roman nose, and laughed away, gleefully.

"This was fucking awesome." Andrew could feel him smile wickedly. "No," he corrected himself, "this was an awesome fucking! Hell, yeah. We are absolutely doing this again. I don't even care. Clear your fucking schedule, because we will be seeing each other again soon."

A pause followed as they breathed on, Jason excitedly while Andrew still gulping the air down like he were a fish out of water. The climax consumed him utterly. Jason was right - it was an awesome fucking. It left him deliciously distraught. He'd be chopped to bits to do it again, looking forward to it.

Jason's hand suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, awaking him from the daydreaming, and Jason chuckled as he asked, "You still alive, love?"

Andrew took a deep, raspy breath, twisted his head to face Jason and replied, "I am still breathing, am I not?"

"Like someone who's dying," Jason grinned.

Andrew couldn't help himself but stare at the handsome face - he had almost forgotten how beautiful it looked. Their gazes had barely been apart, five minutes top, but once they locked even a second seemed like eternity. He lost himself for a moment, gazing into the glimmering sea-green eyes. Instinctively - so similar to what he did after their first time - he moved his hand, gently brushing with the back of it over the sharp edges of the soft cheek. One of Jason's eyebrows quizzed at the gesture. Catching himself, Andrew blushed, yanking his hand away.

He thought quickly and deflected, "One can't die from having sex." As soon as he said it, curiosity devoured him as per usual. He furrowed his brow, looked Jason in the eyes and said, "Right?" If anybody would know about it, the paramedic was the one.

Jason gave Andrew a quick once over before he looked up in the air in thought. "Well," he began, "sex can be a vigorous physical activity which is not recommended for those who are at a higher risk of heart attacks, especially..." he paused for effect, flashing Andrew with a toothy, impish grin, "elderly chaps."

"You fucker!" Andrew growled.

They began a wrestle, Jason giggling like a child. They stopped soon enough as their movements made Andrew's softened dick slide out, almost unsheathing the condom. Andrew instinctively grabbed at himself, stopping it from spilling. Damn! he thought when he saw how heavy it was, filled to the brim with spunk.

They sat up, trucing for a moment, and glanced at each others. Their bodies were sweat-drenched and sticky with Jason's juice, dry to the point of crusting.

Jason smiled gently and said, "May I be so bold to kindly ask for a towel?"

Andrew gave Jason's shoulder a light touch. "Please, you can use my shower."

Jason looked pleasantly surprised. "A towel would suffice," he said humbly.

"I insist."

Jason smiled, the warmth of it lighting up the room and making Andrew's heart skipped a beat. "You are too kind," he said, "as always."

They crawled out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom together. Andrew rushed to show Jason to the shower, offer him a dressing gown and a warm towel to dry himself off once he was finished. Jason thanked him soundly, giving him that warm smile again and again. Andrew's heart jumped again and again.

The water ran while Jason cleaned himself off. Andrew took care of his own mess, undressing the condom carefully and roughly scrubbing his hairy skin clean with a wet towel, wiping away what Jason left on him. Then, he opened the mirrored cupboard above the sink, grabbing at a paper cup he had stashed there. With a thirst rasping his throat he gulped down a full cup of water. Then he drunk a other one. Finally he felt satisfied, taking a few more gulps of a third one. Posing the cup on the sink, he went through his auburn locks, freeing them from the flimsy grip of the hair bobble, slipping it on his wrist where it belonged.

Suddenly, Jason's voice sounded above the rushing of water. "What the hell?!"

Andrew sprung worriedly, stepping to the shower door as Jason slid it open.

"Seriously?" he asked with a playful grin stretched across his handsome face. "You actually have it? I thought you were pulling my leg!"

Andrew's face reddened heavily once he saw what Jason was holding in his hand - it was his eucalyptus-smelling shower gel.

Andrew already told Jason he had that bottle, yet Jason never saw the physical evidence of it till then.

The grin turned wicked. "Did you wank off sniffing it?" he asked bluntly.

Andrew's dead silence was more than telling. The cascades of shame shone purple. Jason laughed amused.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, "You are a fucking horny sex beast. Damn, Andrew!"

He laughed again, shaking with his head, while Andrew tried to compose himself.

"If you ever need a reference about your prowess for your next hook-up, do tell. I'll gladly vouch for you."

Andrew's heart sunk at that, a strange pain stabbing him. His tongue moved faster than his more considerate thoughts could. "You hooked up with someone else?"

Jason's expression softened at the suddenness of the question. "Um... no. I have not." He looked anywhere but Andrew in the eyes as he asked, "Have you?"

Andrew shook with his head. "No, I haven't."

"There would be nothing wrong if you did," Jason said with a reassuring smile, shrugging his shoulders and finally glancing up. "Or even if you went on a date with someone, you know? That's okay."

Something about it was throwing Andrew off - the way Jason spoke, moved... Yet what Jason was saying made perfect sense - they were only friends with benefits, after all. Andrew was the first to say he was not ready to have an outspoken gay relationship. It was still too big of a step for him. He had agreed to the established terms and conditions, suggesting them himself.

"But do tell if you decide to start dating again," Jason continued, giving Andrew a wider smile, "so I know I'll have to change 'Naughty Boy' to 'Andrew'."

He flicked the bottle of the shower gel open, squeezing a satisfying amount on his hand, lathering himself up.

"At that point you can change 'Prince Charming' to 'Jason'."

He gave Andrew a grin and Andrew smiled back stiffly, his heart pumping loud in his chest. As soon as Jason stepped back under the running water Andrew paced swiftly towards the living room, jumping over the trail of their clothes. His phone was where he left it, still posed on the coffee table. The chat with 'Jason' was still open. Quickly, he tapped on the screen, changing the contact to its original name as fast as he could.

Jason was his calm self when he recovered his clothes from the floor, seemingly not noticing Andrew's restlessness at all. He kindly thanked him for the shower again and Andrew told him to think nothing of it. They bid each other farewell.

Andrew spent his evening fiddling with his phone, spinning it between his thumb and his forefinger, sat on the edge of his loveseat sofa. Every dozen turns he flicked at the screen, opening the chat with 'Prince Charming' again and again, not knowing what to think or do.