Chapter 8
“I can’t believe the weekend is over,” Chad sighed regretfully as he packed up his suitcase.
Derek, who was stuffing his own clothes into his suitcase without a thought for folding them or any kind of order, snorted: “I can’t believe that we’re actually leaving this Con with a girlfriend and a boyfriend, respectively. It seems impossible.”
Chad nodded, knowing what his friend meant. It did seem impossible, or the product of a deranged universe, that Parker and Cass were going to meet them in the lobby and that they were all going to leave the Con together. Even thinking about the fact that the Con was now over, and Parker had said that he’d wait to have sex with Chad until it was…it made butterflies swarm in hoards in his stomach. His fingers trembled a little as he closed his suitcase. Derek was bouncing atop his to make it shut. “So what’s going to happen now? With you and Cass, I mean?” Chad asked him.
“Well, she says I’m still on probation, but if I behave myself we’ll keep dating and we may even eventually have sex,” he sounded disbelieving, which made Chad’s lips twitch. He could understand why Derek couldn’t believe that a pretty, lively, intelligent girl like Cass would be interested in a loser like him. He felt the same way about Parker, most of the time. They had both gotten incredibly lucky, and sometimes he waited for the other shoe to drop or someone to come and tell him that it had all been a practical joke on God’s part. But so far, so good.
“Come on, let’s go. They said they’d meet us in the lobby,” Chad said, picking up his suitcase and the dry cleaner’s bag that held his precious Boba Fett costume. Derek jumped up and grabbed his own suitcase, and they headed down to the lobby to meet their (unbelievable!) boyfriend and girlfriend who were waiting for them. Parker lounged in a comfy chair while he waited for Chad to appear. Cass was draped over another nearby, swinging her feet idly. “So what are you going to do with your giant puppy dog now, Cass?” Parker asked her.
She snorted delicately. “Make him jump through hoops, of course,” she said impishly. “And if he performs well, teach him ALL KINDS of new tricks.”
He laughed heartily. “That boy is going to be completely pussy-whipped,” he noted.
She nodded. “You bet he will be. But the rewards will be totally worth it for him, because I’m going to rock his world,” she said with a sensual note in her voice.
Parker chuckled. Cass wasn’t a bitch, so Derek’s slavery shouldn’t be onerous for the geek. Hell, he’d probably love every minute of it. How many nerdy, virginal guys got a sexy, pretty, experienced girl to show them the ropes? He should thank his lucky stars. And Cass would make sure that he did, Parker thought in amusement. He stretched lazily in his chair, feeling anticipation coiling in his belly. “I’m gonna show Chad my apartment tonight,” he told his friend.
Her eyes slid his way. “Oh? You’re going to show him those sheets, I take it,” she teased, talking about the ‘made to be screwed on’ silk sheets that Parker had on his bed.
He grinned. “Of course, any tour of my apartment HAS to end with those sheets,” he said lasciviously. “Hey, I was good all weekend,” he added when she made a face at him, “I only slipped up once earlier; if you can call giving your boyfriend head a ‘slip up’. I told Chad I wouldn’t sleep with him while we were at the Con, and I didn’t. But once we’re outta here, all bets are off.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Poor Chad won’t know what hit him,” she remarked dryly.
He nodded in satisfaction. “He most definitely won’t,” Parker agreed, his voice purring. “He most definitely won’t.” Chad emerged from the elevator and saw Parker sprawled in a chair beside Cassie. His stomach fluttered and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. Somehow he hadn’t quite believed that Parker would be waiting for him; that it had all been a very nice dream that he’d had. But his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) rose to his feet and smiled in greeting.
“Are you ready to go?” Parker asked him. He nodded dumbly, unable to speak. “Let’s go, then. I thought that Cass could drive us all to my apartment, and then I could take Chad home in my car later. Is that okay?”
Chad glanced at Derek, who shrugged to tell him it was his decision. “Okay,” he croaked. “Umm, that’d be cool.”
Parker’s smile was dazzling - and more than a little bit wolfish. “All right. Why don’t you guys follow Cass’s car. Come on.” They went out to the parking lot, and Chad felt the butterflies multiply in hoards in his stomach. He was sweating, and his fingers were shaking where they gripped the handle of his suitcase and the dry cleaner’s bag. Parker threw him a sideways glance, and something in those eyes made his gut tighten and his head spin. Then they reached their cars, and Parker said: “You guys follow us, and we’ll see you in a little bit.”
He and Cassie went to get into her car, and Derek and Chad did the same with his junky car. Derek cursed as it proved reluctant to start. “Come on, you piece of shit,” he snarled at it. Finally it spluttered into life, which made both of them feel acute relief. Derek backed out of their parking space and turned the car so that they could follow Cassie’s smart little compact out of the parking lot. Chad glanced into the rearview mirror, watching the convention center disappear into behind them. What a great Con it had been this year! Even better than usual. He knew he’d have great memories of this weekend for a long time to come. He sighed as he slouched down in the seat, a smile on his face. Derek turned up the radio full blast, but for once he didn’t mind. He was too busy daydreaming about Parker.
He started when the car turned into the parking lot of an apartment building and came to a stop. He sat up, looking around rather wildly as he saw Parker and Cassie approaching Derek’s junk heap. Parker grinned and tapped the window. He rolled it down (by hand), and Parker said: “Hey, Chad, why don’t you come up and I’ll show you around my apartment? Cass is going to take him,” he nodded at Derek, “Out to lunch. So what do you say?”
Oh, yes! That’s what he would have said, but instead he mumbled: “Yeah, that’d be okay,” because he was too embarrassed about sounding too eager.
“Great. Come on,” Parker waited while Chad crawled out of Derek’s car and retrieved his stuff from the trunk. “We’ll see you guys later," he said to his friend.
She grinned impishly. “Yeah, much later,” she murmured, her eyes twinkling. Parker shrugged as Chad rejoined him. Cassie snickered and leaned over to tell Derek: “Stormy, follow me. I know a restaurant that you’ll like, they make great hamburgers.”
He nodded vigorously, and Chad stepped back as Cassie hopped back into her car and started it up. Derek’s clunker chugged after it, and then they were alone in the parking lot and Parker was looking up at him. “Come inside,” he purred, and Chad fumbled with his bags as his fingers tried to go numb.
Parker led the way to his front door, using his key to open it. Chad walked in after him, looking around. Parker’s apartment was only a bit bigger than his, but it was far less cluttered with Star Wars memorabilia and just-plain junk. There was a black leather couch; a low chair that looked it was made of black velvet, and an HD TV sitting on a small entertainment center at the far end of the tiny living room. The only sign of Parker’s obsession was a tasteful poster for the Empire Strikes Back in a black frame behind the couch. The PC on a small computer desk wasn’t what Chad would call top-of-the-line, although it wasn’t an obsolete piece-of-junk either. It was simply the kind of computer that a non-computer geek would use happily without knowing that it wasn’t that great. He jumped when a hand touched his arm. His head whipped around, and he looked into Parker’s smiling eyes. “So what do you think, Chad?” he asked.
“Umm, it looks really good,” he said quickly. “Way better than my apartment, anyway,” he added ruefully.
Parker grinned. “Glad you like it. Here, set your things down,” he pointed at a spot near the couch, and Chad hurried to set his suitcase down and draped the dry cleaning bag gingerly on the end of it.
Parker didn’t object to this, but merely said: “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes,” he replied.
Parker walked into the tiny kitchen and reemerged with two bottles of water in his hands. “I don’t drink much soda,” he explained as he handed one of them to Chad. “Soda rots your teeth and makes you fat…not that it seems to have done that to you,” he added with a wicked smile as he eyed Chad’s skinny frame.
He turned a dark red. He was horribly conscious of his ’90 pound weakling’ frame. Seeing his blush, Parker shook his head. “Did I say that I don’t like you just as you are?” he chided gently. “I could be self-conscious of the fact that I’m shorter than you, but I don’t choose to. I’m sure that you don’t like me any less because I’m smaller than you. Right?”
“No, I think that you’re just perfect!” Chad burst out, then blushed scarlet and looked at the floor.
Silence, then Parker laughed softly. “It’s nice to have a boyfriend who thinks I’m perfect,” he said throatily. “It’s a nice change after the last one, who only cared that I thought that HE was perfect, not the other way around. I think,” he mused as voice came closer, “That I’ll have to reward you for being so cute.”
Chad looked up at last, to ask him what he meant. But his voice was lost in a gasp when he realized just how close Parker was to him. The bartender smiled in a sultry manner and reached out to set his hands at the waistband of Chad’s jeans. He began to undo the snap and pull the zipper down, while Chad tried desperately to breathe at all. His stomach muscles trembled as Parker began to divest him of the jeans altogether, pulling them down his thighs. Parker made an appreciative noise as the underwear went with them, and he saw Chad’s half-hard cock. Which became fully hard when Parker’s fingers curled around it. He heard a chuckle as Parker knelt down in front of him. “I wonder if I can give you a boner every time that I mention the word ‘reward’ from now on, like one of Pavlov’s dogs?” he mused, just before he leaned forward and licked delicately at the now weeping tip of Chad’s cock.
Chad didn’t care about this question at all. He didn’t care about anything except the warm, moist mouth sliding down his penis so lovingly. He moaned waveringly, his fingers sinking into Parker’s hair in a desperate clutch. His hips swayed instinctively, driving more of himself into that warm cavern. Parker’s eyes rolled up to meet his, and the burning in the depth of them made him lose what was left of his breath. His mouth opened as he struggled to get it back, which didn’t go well when Parker’s tongue lashed at the shaft of his cock and then rubbed lightly just under the head. “Ohhh,” he moaned as Parker’s head moved. “Oh, fuck!”
“Precisely,” Parker said, having pulled off of Chad’s cock for just a moment. Then he deep-throated Chad right down to his pubic hair, and he cried out as he lost it and came.
He felt horribly embarrassed over coming so quickly as Parker licked the last traces of semen off of him delicately. “I’m sorry," he gasped.
Parker blinked. “For what?” he asked as he rose to his feet and pulled off his own t-shirt over his head casually.
"I-I mean…I came too quick and…” Chad fumbled. Parker chuckled, his fingers going down to attend to his own pants deftly. “Of course you did, Chad. Except for that blow job I gave you yesterday, you haven’t had any kind of sex in over a year, right? Besides, now I can take my time and do this slowly. I’m looking forward to that.” Chad might have said something, but he was distracted by the sight of Parker’s smooth, muscular chest.
His mouth watered as he stood there staring helplessly. And now Parker was wriggling out of his pants, showing off first his hips, then the dark-brown trimmed tangle of his pubic hair, and then…Chad made a small noise like a whimper when he saw Parker’s cock, which was well-shaped and slightly curved and strong-looking. His eyes were riveted to it as Parker slid his pants down and stepped out of them. “Ah, freedom,” he said happily. “It was starting to pinch in there a little.” He glanced up and saw Chad standing there with his mouth open, and drool practically forming at the sides of it. His lips twitch, and his eyes took on a devilish gleam. “Chad,” he said as he stepped toward his boyfriend yet again.
“Yeah?” Chad managed to say, although not very coherently.
“Would you take your t-shirt off? I’m not tall enough to get it over your head,” Parker said.
“Oh, sure,” Chad said as he fumbled with the edge of the t-shirt before managing it pull it off.
“Mmm, that’s better,” Parker said, and then Chad gasped as he bent forward and licked at one of Chad’s nipples. “Still, I’m at a height disadvantage. What to do? Oh, I’ve got it!” he exclaimed happily, just before he set a hand on Chad’s chest and pushed him backward into the deep black velvet chair.
He sprawled there, staring up at Parker. His boyfriend grinned and nodded. “Definitely better,” he said, just before he crawled up onto the chair himself and straddled Chad’s hips. He kissed Chad, who opened his mouth readily to Parker’s tongue. His arms came up to close over Parker’s shoulders, and Chad held on for dear life as their tongues dances together. Parker lowered himself a bit so that his cock was rubbing against Chad’s stomach muscles as they continued to kiss. He liked the feel of that. Parker licked at the inside of his mouth before he lifted his head a bit.
“I think that you’re perfect too, Chad,” he said softly. “I think that this is perfect,” he ran his tongue along Chad’s jaw in a wet caress, "And this,” he sucked Chad’s earlobe into his mouth, making the taller man moan and shiver, “And this…” his tongue traced down Chad’s neck, lapping at the cords lightly. Oh God. This sensual cataloguing of his ‘perfections' was making Chad feel like he was going to self-combust. He shuddered as Parker moved downward and nipped at his prominent collarbone. “Hmm, your skin is soft,” Parker told him, “And these are very nice,” his thumb swept over Chad’s left nipple, making him arch his back and gasp. “Bet they taste good, too,” Parker said darkly, then his mouth closed over the budded nipple and he began to suck.
“Uhh, ah!” Chad cried, holding Parker’s head in place as his boyfriend’s tongue rubbed strongly over his sensitive nipple. In spite of the fact that he’d just come, Chad felt like he might be able to do so again soon. No one had ever paid this much attention to his nipples before, so he hadn’t realized just how sensitive they actually were. Parker nibbled lightly at the rucked nub, relishing each of the small sounds that Chad made above his head. He let his tongue trace a trail down the heaving stomach muscles, his knees hitting the floor behind him as he worked his way downward. Chad’s legs had spread for him automatically in anticipation.
His tongue slipped into Chad’s bellybutton, causing an involuntary giggle which turned into a gasp when Parker’s mouth quested even lower without stopping. This time he only licked at Chad’s reviving cock a little, preferring to settle his mouth over one of his boyfriend’s tight balls instead. He suckled and mouthed at it, hearing Chad’s cries as the long legs on either side of him trembled and jerked. His fingers slid in under his mouth, finding Chad’s perineum and pressing on it. Another cry, and Chad’s hips pushed upward toward him. His fingertip stroked lightly over the puckered ring of Chad’s anus, even as he transfered his mouth to the other ball. Chad felt fevered and nearly insane. None of the other guys who’d slept with him had ever paid this much attention to him, or had bothered with much foreplay except for a few hasty kisses. This was bliss in comparison, complete heaven.
His eyes opened wide as hands pushed his thighs even further apart, and he felt something slick and wet slide over his…his asshole! Chad cried out deliriously, realizing in a dim sort of way that he was being rimmed. He’d never imagined that anybody would do this to him, or that it would feel so good! He bucked and wailed, his fingers grabbing the arms of the chair as something for him to hold onto as Parker continued the wonderful, awful thing he was doing. He barely noticed when a finger slid into his body, wetted with Parker’s saliva. Chad was too far gone to be lucid in any way. When Parker gave a last long lick at the twitching ring, Chad made a sound of protest. He heard a chuckle as the finger inside of him twisted a bit. “Are you feeling good, Chad?” Parker husked.
He made an incoherent sound, and Parker laughed again as he slid yet another finger inside of Chad’s body. “I’m glad,” he purred. “I want you to feel really good. And I think I might want you to scream for me, too,” he added lasciviously. “Do you think you could do that?”
A dazed Chad wasn’t sure how to reply, but Parker didn’t really seem to need one anyway. He was now licking at the tip of Chad’s cock as he fingered him, collecting the precum weeping from the slit. “Chad, I want to fuck you,” Parker growled lustily. “Can I?”
Oh, yes. He forced his mouth to work, although all he managed was “yeah.” But that was enough for Parker.
“Great,” he slid away, padding off naked toward the coffee table. Apparently it had drawers in it, and he pulled out a condom packet and a thin tube of lubrication from one of them. He returned to where Chad was sprawled in the chair, already tearing open the packet. Chad watched as Parker slid the condom onto his cock deftly, and then squirted some lube into his finger. Parker knelt down and reinserted his now slicked-up fingers, making Chad cry out and shudder. It felt so good, especially when Parker’s fingers crooked inside of him. Then Parker was sliding between his spread legs and taking himself in hand. “Relax, Chad,” he crooned.
He tried to do so, taking deep breaths. Parker smiled lazily down at him as the tip of his cock prodded at the entrance to Chad’s body. Their eyes locked, and then Parker was sliding into him…he gasped, because it hurt a bit. But Parker paused, his hands stroking over Chad’s thighs gently. “It’s okay,” he crooned. He knew that. Parker was being so kind, so considerate. Chad lifted his hips a little, conveying to his boyfriend that the discomfort had passed. Parker took a deep breath and pushed. He slid all the way in, gritting his teeth at how tight Chad felt.
Chad moaned, his head going back, at the feel of Parker buried inside of him. “Ah, shit,” Parker hissed. Chad cried out as Parker began a slow rocking. His cock slid out a bit, then pushed back in, over and over. Parker swooped down and kissed his chest as he continued to move, and Chad whimpered and grabbed at his shoulders. Blindly he stared at the ceiling overhead as Parker’s hips moved in a smooth rhythm. A mouth plundered his nipple even as Parker sped up his thrusts, and Chad could feel his erection rubbing against Parker’s skin. Little cries burst from his throat, and stars burst behind his eyes as the dick buried inside of him began to hit his prostate on each inward push. His fingers sank into Parker’s shoulders, his nails scratching the other man’s skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Parker muttered, driving into him now.
He bit at Chad’s nipple, and this little pain, combined with so much pleasure, drove him over the edge. He screamed hoarsely as he spilled his seed, leaving long droplets spattered all over Parker’s chest and stomach. He heard his boyfriend groan, and Parker’s hips slapped against his ass as he went into his final inevitable rhythm. Parker’s body shuddered, and his head went back as he succumbed to his own orgasm. Their panting breaths were the only sounds in the apartment for a moment, and then Parker’s eyes opened. He looked down at Chad, who was lying back in a limp head in the chair. His black hair was sticking to his forehead, and his face and neck were bright red. He looked amazingly sexy. Parker felt a great sense of satisfaction and also of possessiveness. Chad was all his. He pulled out, making Chad moan softly. “Come on, Chad, let’s go into my bedroom,” Parker told him. “I want to show you my silk sheets.”
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“I can’t believe the weekend is over,” Chad sighed regretfully as he packed up his suitcase.
Derek, who was stuffing his own clothes into his suitcase without a thought for folding them or any kind of order, snorted: “I can’t believe that we’re actually leaving this Con with a girlfriend and a boyfriend, respectively. It seems impossible.”
Chad nodded, knowing what his friend meant. It did seem impossible, or the product of a deranged universe, that Parker and Cass were going to meet them in the lobby and that they were all going to leave the Con together. Even thinking about the fact that the Con was now over, and Parker had said that he’d wait to have sex with Chad until it was…it made butterflies swarm in hoards in his stomach. His fingers trembled a little as he closed his suitcase. Derek was bouncing atop his to make it shut. “So what’s going to happen now? With you and Cass, I mean?” Chad asked him.
“Well, she says I’m still on probation, but if I behave myself we’ll keep dating and we may even eventually have sex,” he sounded disbelieving, which made Chad’s lips twitch. He could understand why Derek couldn’t believe that a pretty, lively, intelligent girl like Cass would be interested in a loser like him. He felt the same way about Parker, most of the time. They had both gotten incredibly lucky, and sometimes he waited for the other shoe to drop or someone to come and tell him that it had all been a practical joke on God’s part. But so far, so good.
“Come on, let’s go. They said they’d meet us in the lobby,” Chad said, picking up his suitcase and the dry cleaner’s bag that held his precious Boba Fett costume. Derek jumped up and grabbed his own suitcase, and they headed down to the lobby to meet their (unbelievable!) boyfriend and girlfriend who were waiting for them. Parker lounged in a comfy chair while he waited for Chad to appear. Cass was draped over another nearby, swinging her feet idly. “So what are you going to do with your giant puppy dog now, Cass?” Parker asked her.
She snorted delicately. “Make him jump through hoops, of course,” she said impishly. “And if he performs well, teach him ALL KINDS of new tricks.”
He laughed heartily. “That boy is going to be completely pussy-whipped,” he noted.
She nodded. “You bet he will be. But the rewards will be totally worth it for him, because I’m going to rock his world,” she said with a sensual note in her voice.
Parker chuckled. Cass wasn’t a bitch, so Derek’s slavery shouldn’t be onerous for the geek. Hell, he’d probably love every minute of it. How many nerdy, virginal guys got a sexy, pretty, experienced girl to show them the ropes? He should thank his lucky stars. And Cass would make sure that he did, Parker thought in amusement. He stretched lazily in his chair, feeling anticipation coiling in his belly. “I’m gonna show Chad my apartment tonight,” he told his friend.
Her eyes slid his way. “Oh? You’re going to show him those sheets, I take it,” she teased, talking about the ‘made to be screwed on’ silk sheets that Parker had on his bed.
He grinned. “Of course, any tour of my apartment HAS to end with those sheets,” he said lasciviously. “Hey, I was good all weekend,” he added when she made a face at him, “I only slipped up once earlier; if you can call giving your boyfriend head a ‘slip up’. I told Chad I wouldn’t sleep with him while we were at the Con, and I didn’t. But once we’re outta here, all bets are off.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Poor Chad won’t know what hit him,” she remarked dryly.
He nodded in satisfaction. “He most definitely won’t,” Parker agreed, his voice purring. “He most definitely won’t.” Chad emerged from the elevator and saw Parker sprawled in a chair beside Cassie. His stomach fluttered and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. Somehow he hadn’t quite believed that Parker would be waiting for him; that it had all been a very nice dream that he’d had. But his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) rose to his feet and smiled in greeting.
“Are you ready to go?” Parker asked him. He nodded dumbly, unable to speak. “Let’s go, then. I thought that Cass could drive us all to my apartment, and then I could take Chad home in my car later. Is that okay?”
Chad glanced at Derek, who shrugged to tell him it was his decision. “Okay,” he croaked. “Umm, that’d be cool.”
Parker’s smile was dazzling - and more than a little bit wolfish. “All right. Why don’t you guys follow Cass’s car. Come on.” They went out to the parking lot, and Chad felt the butterflies multiply in hoards in his stomach. He was sweating, and his fingers were shaking where they gripped the handle of his suitcase and the dry cleaner’s bag. Parker threw him a sideways glance, and something in those eyes made his gut tighten and his head spin. Then they reached their cars, and Parker said: “You guys follow us, and we’ll see you in a little bit.”
He and Cassie went to get into her car, and Derek and Chad did the same with his junky car. Derek cursed as it proved reluctant to start. “Come on, you piece of shit,” he snarled at it. Finally it spluttered into life, which made both of them feel acute relief. Derek backed out of their parking space and turned the car so that they could follow Cassie’s smart little compact out of the parking lot. Chad glanced into the rearview mirror, watching the convention center disappear into behind them. What a great Con it had been this year! Even better than usual. He knew he’d have great memories of this weekend for a long time to come. He sighed as he slouched down in the seat, a smile on his face. Derek turned up the radio full blast, but for once he didn’t mind. He was too busy daydreaming about Parker.
He started when the car turned into the parking lot of an apartment building and came to a stop. He sat up, looking around rather wildly as he saw Parker and Cassie approaching Derek’s junk heap. Parker grinned and tapped the window. He rolled it down (by hand), and Parker said: “Hey, Chad, why don’t you come up and I’ll show you around my apartment? Cass is going to take him,” he nodded at Derek, “Out to lunch. So what do you say?”
Oh, yes! That’s what he would have said, but instead he mumbled: “Yeah, that’d be okay,” because he was too embarrassed about sounding too eager.
“Great. Come on,” Parker waited while Chad crawled out of Derek’s car and retrieved his stuff from the trunk. “We’ll see you guys later," he said to his friend.
She grinned impishly. “Yeah, much later,” she murmured, her eyes twinkling. Parker shrugged as Chad rejoined him. Cassie snickered and leaned over to tell Derek: “Stormy, follow me. I know a restaurant that you’ll like, they make great hamburgers.”
He nodded vigorously, and Chad stepped back as Cassie hopped back into her car and started it up. Derek’s clunker chugged after it, and then they were alone in the parking lot and Parker was looking up at him. “Come inside,” he purred, and Chad fumbled with his bags as his fingers tried to go numb.
Parker led the way to his front door, using his key to open it. Chad walked in after him, looking around. Parker’s apartment was only a bit bigger than his, but it was far less cluttered with Star Wars memorabilia and just-plain junk. There was a black leather couch; a low chair that looked it was made of black velvet, and an HD TV sitting on a small entertainment center at the far end of the tiny living room. The only sign of Parker’s obsession was a tasteful poster for the Empire Strikes Back in a black frame behind the couch. The PC on a small computer desk wasn’t what Chad would call top-of-the-line, although it wasn’t an obsolete piece-of-junk either. It was simply the kind of computer that a non-computer geek would use happily without knowing that it wasn’t that great. He jumped when a hand touched his arm. His head whipped around, and he looked into Parker’s smiling eyes. “So what do you think, Chad?” he asked.
“Umm, it looks really good,” he said quickly. “Way better than my apartment, anyway,” he added ruefully.
Parker grinned. “Glad you like it. Here, set your things down,” he pointed at a spot near the couch, and Chad hurried to set his suitcase down and draped the dry cleaning bag gingerly on the end of it.
Parker didn’t object to this, but merely said: “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes,” he replied.
Parker walked into the tiny kitchen and reemerged with two bottles of water in his hands. “I don’t drink much soda,” he explained as he handed one of them to Chad. “Soda rots your teeth and makes you fat…not that it seems to have done that to you,” he added with a wicked smile as he eyed Chad’s skinny frame.
He turned a dark red. He was horribly conscious of his ’90 pound weakling’ frame. Seeing his blush, Parker shook his head. “Did I say that I don’t like you just as you are?” he chided gently. “I could be self-conscious of the fact that I’m shorter than you, but I don’t choose to. I’m sure that you don’t like me any less because I’m smaller than you. Right?”
“No, I think that you’re just perfect!” Chad burst out, then blushed scarlet and looked at the floor.
Silence, then Parker laughed softly. “It’s nice to have a boyfriend who thinks I’m perfect,” he said throatily. “It’s a nice change after the last one, who only cared that I thought that HE was perfect, not the other way around. I think,” he mused as voice came closer, “That I’ll have to reward you for being so cute.”
Chad looked up at last, to ask him what he meant. But his voice was lost in a gasp when he realized just how close Parker was to him. The bartender smiled in a sultry manner and reached out to set his hands at the waistband of Chad’s jeans. He began to undo the snap and pull the zipper down, while Chad tried desperately to breathe at all. His stomach muscles trembled as Parker began to divest him of the jeans altogether, pulling them down his thighs. Parker made an appreciative noise as the underwear went with them, and he saw Chad’s half-hard cock. Which became fully hard when Parker’s fingers curled around it. He heard a chuckle as Parker knelt down in front of him. “I wonder if I can give you a boner every time that I mention the word ‘reward’ from now on, like one of Pavlov’s dogs?” he mused, just before he leaned forward and licked delicately at the now weeping tip of Chad’s cock.
Chad didn’t care about this question at all. He didn’t care about anything except the warm, moist mouth sliding down his penis so lovingly. He moaned waveringly, his fingers sinking into Parker’s hair in a desperate clutch. His hips swayed instinctively, driving more of himself into that warm cavern. Parker’s eyes rolled up to meet his, and the burning in the depth of them made him lose what was left of his breath. His mouth opened as he struggled to get it back, which didn’t go well when Parker’s tongue lashed at the shaft of his cock and then rubbed lightly just under the head. “Ohhh,” he moaned as Parker’s head moved. “Oh, fuck!”
“Precisely,” Parker said, having pulled off of Chad’s cock for just a moment. Then he deep-throated Chad right down to his pubic hair, and he cried out as he lost it and came.
He felt horribly embarrassed over coming so quickly as Parker licked the last traces of semen off of him delicately. “I’m sorry," he gasped.
Parker blinked. “For what?” he asked as he rose to his feet and pulled off his own t-shirt over his head casually.
"I-I mean…I came too quick and…” Chad fumbled. Parker chuckled, his fingers going down to attend to his own pants deftly. “Of course you did, Chad. Except for that blow job I gave you yesterday, you haven’t had any kind of sex in over a year, right? Besides, now I can take my time and do this slowly. I’m looking forward to that.” Chad might have said something, but he was distracted by the sight of Parker’s smooth, muscular chest.
His mouth watered as he stood there staring helplessly. And now Parker was wriggling out of his pants, showing off first his hips, then the dark-brown trimmed tangle of his pubic hair, and then…Chad made a small noise like a whimper when he saw Parker’s cock, which was well-shaped and slightly curved and strong-looking. His eyes were riveted to it as Parker slid his pants down and stepped out of them. “Ah, freedom,” he said happily. “It was starting to pinch in there a little.” He glanced up and saw Chad standing there with his mouth open, and drool practically forming at the sides of it. His lips twitch, and his eyes took on a devilish gleam. “Chad,” he said as he stepped toward his boyfriend yet again.
“Yeah?” Chad managed to say, although not very coherently.
“Would you take your t-shirt off? I’m not tall enough to get it over your head,” Parker said.
“Oh, sure,” Chad said as he fumbled with the edge of the t-shirt before managing it pull it off.
“Mmm, that’s better,” Parker said, and then Chad gasped as he bent forward and licked at one of Chad’s nipples. “Still, I’m at a height disadvantage. What to do? Oh, I’ve got it!” he exclaimed happily, just before he set a hand on Chad’s chest and pushed him backward into the deep black velvet chair.
He sprawled there, staring up at Parker. His boyfriend grinned and nodded. “Definitely better,” he said, just before he crawled up onto the chair himself and straddled Chad’s hips. He kissed Chad, who opened his mouth readily to Parker’s tongue. His arms came up to close over Parker’s shoulders, and Chad held on for dear life as their tongues dances together. Parker lowered himself a bit so that his cock was rubbing against Chad’s stomach muscles as they continued to kiss. He liked the feel of that. Parker licked at the inside of his mouth before he lifted his head a bit.
“I think that you’re perfect too, Chad,” he said softly. “I think that this is perfect,” he ran his tongue along Chad’s jaw in a wet caress, "And this,” he sucked Chad’s earlobe into his mouth, making the taller man moan and shiver, “And this…” his tongue traced down Chad’s neck, lapping at the cords lightly. Oh God. This sensual cataloguing of his ‘perfections' was making Chad feel like he was going to self-combust. He shuddered as Parker moved downward and nipped at his prominent collarbone. “Hmm, your skin is soft,” Parker told him, “And these are very nice,” his thumb swept over Chad’s left nipple, making him arch his back and gasp. “Bet they taste good, too,” Parker said darkly, then his mouth closed over the budded nipple and he began to suck.
“Uhh, ah!” Chad cried, holding Parker’s head in place as his boyfriend’s tongue rubbed strongly over his sensitive nipple. In spite of the fact that he’d just come, Chad felt like he might be able to do so again soon. No one had ever paid this much attention to his nipples before, so he hadn’t realized just how sensitive they actually were. Parker nibbled lightly at the rucked nub, relishing each of the small sounds that Chad made above his head. He let his tongue trace a trail down the heaving stomach muscles, his knees hitting the floor behind him as he worked his way downward. Chad’s legs had spread for him automatically in anticipation.
His tongue slipped into Chad’s bellybutton, causing an involuntary giggle which turned into a gasp when Parker’s mouth quested even lower without stopping. This time he only licked at Chad’s reviving cock a little, preferring to settle his mouth over one of his boyfriend’s tight balls instead. He suckled and mouthed at it, hearing Chad’s cries as the long legs on either side of him trembled and jerked. His fingers slid in under his mouth, finding Chad’s perineum and pressing on it. Another cry, and Chad’s hips pushed upward toward him. His fingertip stroked lightly over the puckered ring of Chad’s anus, even as he transfered his mouth to the other ball. Chad felt fevered and nearly insane. None of the other guys who’d slept with him had ever paid this much attention to him, or had bothered with much foreplay except for a few hasty kisses. This was bliss in comparison, complete heaven.
His eyes opened wide as hands pushed his thighs even further apart, and he felt something slick and wet slide over his…his asshole! Chad cried out deliriously, realizing in a dim sort of way that he was being rimmed. He’d never imagined that anybody would do this to him, or that it would feel so good! He bucked and wailed, his fingers grabbing the arms of the chair as something for him to hold onto as Parker continued the wonderful, awful thing he was doing. He barely noticed when a finger slid into his body, wetted with Parker’s saliva. Chad was too far gone to be lucid in any way. When Parker gave a last long lick at the twitching ring, Chad made a sound of protest. He heard a chuckle as the finger inside of him twisted a bit. “Are you feeling good, Chad?” Parker husked.
He made an incoherent sound, and Parker laughed again as he slid yet another finger inside of Chad’s body. “I’m glad,” he purred. “I want you to feel really good. And I think I might want you to scream for me, too,” he added lasciviously. “Do you think you could do that?”
A dazed Chad wasn’t sure how to reply, but Parker didn’t really seem to need one anyway. He was now licking at the tip of Chad’s cock as he fingered him, collecting the precum weeping from the slit. “Chad, I want to fuck you,” Parker growled lustily. “Can I?”
Oh, yes. He forced his mouth to work, although all he managed was “yeah.” But that was enough for Parker.
“Great,” he slid away, padding off naked toward the coffee table. Apparently it had drawers in it, and he pulled out a condom packet and a thin tube of lubrication from one of them. He returned to where Chad was sprawled in the chair, already tearing open the packet. Chad watched as Parker slid the condom onto his cock deftly, and then squirted some lube into his finger. Parker knelt down and reinserted his now slicked-up fingers, making Chad cry out and shudder. It felt so good, especially when Parker’s fingers crooked inside of him. Then Parker was sliding between his spread legs and taking himself in hand. “Relax, Chad,” he crooned.
He tried to do so, taking deep breaths. Parker smiled lazily down at him as the tip of his cock prodded at the entrance to Chad’s body. Their eyes locked, and then Parker was sliding into him…he gasped, because it hurt a bit. But Parker paused, his hands stroking over Chad’s thighs gently. “It’s okay,” he crooned. He knew that. Parker was being so kind, so considerate. Chad lifted his hips a little, conveying to his boyfriend that the discomfort had passed. Parker took a deep breath and pushed. He slid all the way in, gritting his teeth at how tight Chad felt.
Chad moaned, his head going back, at the feel of Parker buried inside of him. “Ah, shit,” Parker hissed. Chad cried out as Parker began a slow rocking. His cock slid out a bit, then pushed back in, over and over. Parker swooped down and kissed his chest as he continued to move, and Chad whimpered and grabbed at his shoulders. Blindly he stared at the ceiling overhead as Parker’s hips moved in a smooth rhythm. A mouth plundered his nipple even as Parker sped up his thrusts, and Chad could feel his erection rubbing against Parker’s skin. Little cries burst from his throat, and stars burst behind his eyes as the dick buried inside of him began to hit his prostate on each inward push. His fingers sank into Parker’s shoulders, his nails scratching the other man’s skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Parker muttered, driving into him now.
He bit at Chad’s nipple, and this little pain, combined with so much pleasure, drove him over the edge. He screamed hoarsely as he spilled his seed, leaving long droplets spattered all over Parker’s chest and stomach. He heard his boyfriend groan, and Parker’s hips slapped against his ass as he went into his final inevitable rhythm. Parker’s body shuddered, and his head went back as he succumbed to his own orgasm. Their panting breaths were the only sounds in the apartment for a moment, and then Parker’s eyes opened. He looked down at Chad, who was lying back in a limp head in the chair. His black hair was sticking to his forehead, and his face and neck were bright red. He looked amazingly sexy. Parker felt a great sense of satisfaction and also of possessiveness. Chad was all his. He pulled out, making Chad moan softly. “Come on, Chad, let’s go into my bedroom,” Parker told him. “I want to show you my silk sheets.”
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