He sighed and dropped the heavy bags onto the counter and began unpacking. Just as he was about to yell again a hand clamped over his mouth and a harsh whisper vibrated against his ear, "Don't move. Don't say anything. Don't even think. Don't do anything unless I say so."
JC's eyes widened in shock, his body tensed up, and his dick came to life, pressing against the front of his jeans. He closed his eyes and willed himself not to moan as he felt his lover press against him, grinding his erection into his ass.
"I love it when you're like this," breathed Chris hoarsely into his ear, causing him to shiver. A hand reached down and cupped his cock through his jeans, rubbing and squeezing gently, and he felt rather than heard Chris' chuckle against his neck. "You're such a slut, aren't you?"
JC bit his bottom lip and nodded, yearning to thrust into that hand. He didn't care how easy it made him. All he wanted was that sweet, delicious pressure back on his cock. He knew he was a slut and he fucking loved it.
"Mmm, you're my slut," rumbled Chris. He stood up on his tippy toes and licked a long, strip of skin from the middle of JC's shoulder up to his hairline. He pulled back and nipped, the offending piece of skin turning red. He pulled his hand away from JC's mouth and tangled it in his curls. He yanked JC's head back, exposing his neck, and licked. "Say it."
"Yours. I'm yours," gasped JC. His eyes rolled shut as Chris' hand resumed rubbing at his crotch, kneading and stroking him to fullness. He was completely wanton and ready to beg for more.
"Yeah, baby, you're mine," chuckled Chris. He thrusted his hips against JC's ass, licking across moist lips, and whispered, "Mine."
Chris' mouth crushed against his own in a bruising kiss. Skillfully Chris' tongue swept through his mouth. Over teeth, sliding lewdly against his tongue, and back out to lap at the sweat that gathered above his upper lip. Chris nipped at his bottom lip and he let out a small keening sound.
"Tsk tsk, I told you not to make a sound," chastised Chris. Chris roughly turned him around and he smirked up at his lover, an evil glint in his eye. "I guess that just means I'll have to teach you a lesson then."
Despite the rush of fire flowing through his veins, the blood pounding in his ear, and the pleasurepain throbbing in his groin, JC nodded, curls flopping across his forehead.
Chris licked his lips lewdly and stared at JC through heady eyes, like a tiger would its victim. He stretched a hand out, palming JC�s hips, grinning when they rolled forward slightly. He stepped closer and brushed his lips against JC�s ear, whispering, �I�m going to stroke, and rub, and lick you until your writhing. I want you begging for me to fuck you.�
JC squirmed beneath Chris� harsh whisper, every word shuddering through his body. His stomach clenched and quivered and he closed his eyes, biting back a moan.
Chris grinned. �You�d like that, wouldn�t you? Me buried deep inside you, fucking you hard into the bed. You�d beg for it, wouldn�t you?�
�Yes,� panted JC. He clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides, desperately wanting to touch some part of Chris. He closed his eyes and breathed out, �You know I would.�
�Mmm,� moaned Chris against his ear. His hands fingered the buttons of the white button down JC was wearing. Each hand took a side and he pulled roughly, buttons flying and scattering across the floor, material ripping. JC gasped as Chris pulled the frayed material from his body, revealing his sculpted chest.
Chris bent down and licked at a nipple, it quickly hardening and puckering, and nipped at it. He grinned up at JC wolfishly. �You can make noises now. I wanna hear every moan, every pant, every fucking purr that you make.�
JC moaned and rolled his hips, desperately hard. When Chris softly brushed the back of his hand over JC�s protruding hardness, he whimpered and thrusted his hips forward. �Chris, please��
�Please what?� demanded Chris, holding his hand a whisper away from JC�s cock.
JC licked his lips and panted. He gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white and he pushed his hips forward again, just barely missing Chris� hand. �Please, Chris�touch me.�
Chris stared at JC, mesmerized at how he looked. Back arched, hips pushed forward, and mouth open, panting. He was so fucking beautiful like that. JC loved to be teased, loved those fleeting touches that just barely brushed across his skin. He was the biggest slut Chris ever knew and Chris was always happy to oblige.
�C�mon, baby, you can do better than that,� said Chris.
JC made a noise in the back of his throat, something between a whimper and growl that caused Chris to moan. He rubbed the front of JC�s jeans approvingly, and JC huffed out a breath, panting and thrusting desperately against his hand. Chris leaned down and sucked on the vein that stretched out on JC�s arched neck, his other hand coming up to pinch and twist at a nipple.
�God..Chris�I,� panted JC. Chris flicked his wrist and JC�s head lolled forward, forehead against Chris� shoulder. His legs spread open and Chris� hand dipped down just above his ass, rubbing and circling, before running back up to cup and squeeze him. He gripped the counter and lifted to give himself a bit of leverage, pushing down against Chris� hand. His hand stilled and JC whimpered. �Please�I�oh.�
Chris squeezed and rubbed, stroking JC through his jeans. His fingers twisted and tweaked JC�s nipples into hardened nubs while his mouth quickly went to work against his neck, sucking and nipping until the skin stared back at him, red with his teeth marks imprinted. JC made the most delicious noises in the back of his throat as he pushed desperately against Chris� hand over and over again. His body went rigged and he pushed against Chris� hand one last time before crying out, wetness spreading against the crotch of his jeans. JC collapsed against Chris, breathing deeply, and shaking.
Chris dropped to his knees and unzipped JC�s pants, pulled them down, and began lapping at the kinky hair and softening cock. He closed his eyes and savored the tangy taste of his lover. When he licked the last drop he slithered up JC�s body and licked at his lips, urging him to taste himself.
Eagerly JC opened his mouth and accepted, sucking at Chris� tongue. He tilted his head and swept his tongue through Chris� mouth, lapping at the saltiness that lingered on the roof of his mouth. Chris moaned and pressed closer, sliding his tongue against JC�s, rubbing and massaging.
When they pulled away their lips made a wet, smacking noise that echoed throughout the kitchen. JC closed his eyes and leaned his head back, reeling from all the stimulation, and bit his bottom lip. Chris leaned forward and nipped at the bottom of his chin. �Living room. Now.�
JC�s whole body shivered and he nodded. Clumsily he pushed and kicked till his shoes and pants were off, and began walking toward the living room, his bare feet making soft slapping sounds against the tile. Chris followed after, stripping of his clothes, and stopped to grab a condom and a tube of lube stored in one of the drawers.
~*~
JC was stretched out on the couch, one foot on the floor and the other bent at the knee, looking like something out of a porn movie. Chris hobbled over, his knees a bit sore from kneeling on the kitchen floor, and stood in front of JC. His dick was hard and jutting out at JC, tip red and leaking pre-cum. JC�s mouth watered. He sat up and looked up at Chris for approval who merely nodded, eyes glazing over.
JC licked his lips lewdly and grasped Chris� cock, stroking experimentally. Chris� neck arched back and his hips rolled forward. JC grinned and leaned forward, tongue extending and licking delicately at the head. He licked again before taking the tip between his swollen, red lips and sucking softly.
The hand that wasn�t grasping the lube and condom for dear life tangled in JC�s mop of curls, slippery with sweat. Chris looked down at JC and moaned when he saw his lover staring back, pools of crystalline, cobalt eyes piercing through him. JC gripped Chris� hip and, locking his eyes with Chris, took him deeper.
Inch by agonizing inch, JC engulfed Chris� cock until his nose was snug against the dark hair. He rubbed his nose back and forth, breathing deeply, before pulling back and going back again. JC palmed Chris� hip as he began bobbing his head along Chris� length, licking and rubbing his tongue against the hardness.
�God damn,� panted Chris. He gripped JC�s curls almost painfully and gave a shallow thrust, grunting as he hit the back of JC�s throat. JC swallowed and Chris cried out, pulling JC�s head back, mumbling, �Stop stop stop.�
JC pulled back, lips moist with saliva and cum, blue eyes wide with lust. He sat back on his haunches and waited for Chris to regain his breath.
�On the couch. Now,� growled Chris. JC turned and crawled toward the couch, pert ass in the air, and laid down, dick sleek and hard. Chris stood above him, shook his head, and said commanded, �No. Your stomach.�
JC flipped over, positioned his cock against the small of his stomach, and rested his head against his arms, staring at Chris through hooded eyes, breaths coming in short pants.
Chris straddled JC�s thighs, bent down, and licked at the shell of his ear. �Good boy.�
JC closed his eyes and shivered. Chris bent down and licked from the base of his spine to the nape of his neck and JC purred in the back of his throat. Chris grinned and spread JC�s ass, rubbing a finger against the tight hole. JC bucked back against him and moaned out.
�Patience, baby, all in due time,� whispered Chris.
His finger rubbed and circled until slipping into the tightness. JC bit his lip and pushed against the harsh fabric of the couch. Chris crooked his finger and JC howled out. Chuckling Chris pushed another in, twisting and rubbing, preparing him. Chris�s fingers retreated and JC moaned out at the loss.
As quickly as he could, Chris ripped open the condom and sheathed himself, hissing as the latex rolled down over his cock. He opened the tube and lubed himself up before laying down and positioning his cock snugly in the cleft of JC�s ass. And he waited.
JC gripped the couch cushions and rubbed against the couch. He keened desperately in the back of his throat and twisted his neck to look at Chris. �Please�come on, please.�
�Please what?� breathed out Chris harshly, his voice just above a whisper and an octave lower than usual.
�Fuck, oh, please, fuck me,� begged JC, desperately rubbing against the couch.
Chris grabbed JC�s wrists and held then above his head. He bent down and moaned, �Yeah, that�s what I like to hear.�
He thrust smoothly into JC, who cried out and bucked back against Chris. Chris began thrusting shallowly, alternating between hard thrusts and circling his hips slowly. JC cried out and begged for it. Outright begged for Chris to fuck him into oblivion.
Chris released JC�s wrists and rested all his weight on his forearms, giving himself the much needed leverage to thrust fully. He pulled back almost completely before shoving back into JC forcefully. The younger man writhed and groaned beneath him, hips rubbing and thrusting wantonly against the couch cushions.
Chris leaned down and nipped at the back of JC�s neck, lapping at the saltiness that gathered there. He rubbed his goatee against his shoulder. �You like this, don�t you? You like being fucked hard. Love it rough, right?�
�Ungh,� moaned JC unintelligently. He gripped the cushions between his fingers and panted out, �Chris�I��
�What? You what, baby?� asked Chris. He pulled back out and slammed his hips back down onto JC�s, any reply coming out in a sharp cry. �C�mon, baby, say it.�
JC rolled his hips, gasping when Chris hit that one spot, and groaned, �Oh god�oh�. Chris�harder.�
Chris began thrusting relentlessly, each time twisting his hips and hitting JC where he wanted it. Beneath him JC made every noise imaginable and continued to beg. Chris squirmed a hand between JC and the couch and gripped his dick, flicking his wrist and stroking in tune with his thrusts.
JC mewled and pushed into Chris� hand once before shuddering and coming hard, white electric sparks flashing in front of his open eyes. Chris followed soon after with a low growl, a jerk of his hips, and collapsed against JC�s limp body.