I jiggled my key against the lock to my front door. Somehow, it leaped out of my hand so I reached to pick it up. Warwick was literally crawling up the stairs behind me, and as I tried to unlock the door again, he latched onto my legs, causing me to shriek. The door sprung open so I jumped from his grip and staggered to an armchair.
He entered on elbows and knees, rolling over on his back like a helpless cockroach. Better judgment should have told me to grab the fly spray, but I watched my powerless mate cradle his aching head. He slurred something incomprehensible, which made me mutter in reply something equally unintelligible. He rolled across the carpet, eventually making it onto his knees and dragging himself toward me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
My friend reached for my left foot, pleasantly caressing it. It caused me to groan so loud, Emmanuel would have blushed.
“I love you, Allan.”
I fluttered my eyelids like Gidget ready to moon my doggie. He rested his hands on my feet and sniffed between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “You’re not going to mark your territory?”
He nibbled at my crotch before pushing upward with his chin, exploring my length. It tickled in a pleasing way. After a while, he stopped and peered at me.
“Gosh, I love you, Allan.” His speech pattern had the elegance of a wayward fart.
“Why did you stop?” I asked.
“You’re giving me that look.”
“What look?”
“A toddler waiting for red cordial.”
“Yes, Warwick, and like that sugar-crazed toddler, I also have an addiction.”
I grabbed his limp arms and hauled him to my lips. My tongue brushed against his mouth, waiting to be let in. Soon he opened his jaw, welcoming my warm guest. I explored his mouth, sliding in a fevered trance, pushing farther into my beautiful man. His familiar musky scent had me craving for more of what I currently had. My arm slid up his back as I pushed him harder against my mouth.
Eventually, he broke away, so I nuzzled into his neck, tasting his masculine skin. My goatee beard brushed against his jawline. The odor of sweat wafted around us. I licked his earlobe, taking it into my mouth, chewing gently, and then wildly running my tongue into his ear. Its sensual grooves were explored with ease.
He lowered his head to my chest, licking my nipple through the fabric of my checkered shirt with his moist tongue. He eased away and purposely popped the buttons. I greeted his devilish grin with a passionate sigh. I felt the cool air on my chest, which he rubbed before he tasted once more. A wet trail drifted back and forth between both my nipples, causing me to shut my eyes and rub my erection against his stomach. He reached down, massaging it through the denim with his palm.
I ran my fingers through his curly ringlets, each one sliding past my skin like a wedding ring. We had made love previously, but somehow I felt more connected. The few times before were just a dress rehearsal, but here and now, we knew each other’s bodies—nothing new to discover physically but so much to explore emotionally.
My ethereal thoughts ended abruptly as his tender mouth slithered over my cock. His saliva drenched me. He pulled at my jeans, dragging them to my feet. He cupped my balls, squeezing gently with each forward motion of his throat.
“Warwick, stop!” His rhythm was faster. I clutched his temples, forcing him to pause. “I’m so close, and I haven’t returned the favor.” I kindly pushed him away.
We stood up, and I reached for his T-shirt, carefully slipping it off before undoing the buttons on his jeans. I lowered them, caressing his ass on the way down. We kicked off our pants, and he took my hand and guided me to the bathroom.
The hot water traced down our bodies, splashing the tiles below. Our bodies rubbed, sliding and throbbing together; skin against skin. I clutched him on the ass and weaved my fingertip toward his warm tender opening. Soap glided me inside, slipping back and forth as my Warwick let out a belly-deep moan. He turned, bending slightly while reaching for the shower taps.
“Now, Allan. Do it now.”
I didn’t. I crouched and tasted his sultry chasm. My tongue reaching as far as it could, relishing its addictive flavor. Savory, manly, and meaty. A Pandora’s box to be cherished, both tenderly and ruthlessly. Its demanding nature ready to come to life, once it was no longer tense.
“Allan, stop teasing.”
I entered. Like a snug woolen sock, it swallowed me. He pushed back, devouring my knob like he was going to keep it forever. I was in the warmest part, his innermost depths. My cock was held private and secure, loved and treasured in a special space by my loving Warwick.
Streams of water parted across his butt cheeks. He pushed harder. I pulled away. I grabbed his thighs and seesawed him back and forth against me. We groaned in unison. I thrust. He pressed back. I rammed again. He forced me inside him, begging me to grind away any thread of gracious human behavior. We were stripped back to our basic urges, beasts of raw emotion. The world, the hereafter, the theater, our friends—nothing existed but us in this moment.
Sweat and steam permeated my senses. I lunged and pushed and attacked his glorious ass. I pulled right out and shoved myself back in, again and again. My full length digging into the void, darting in different directions and then aiming squarely in the spot that would make him quiver.
Warwick howled like a werewolf in the light of the moon. His creamy fluid oozed its way across the charcoal tiles before water washed away the evidence.
“Come on, Allan.”
He pushed back, twisting his neck to meet my eyes. My knob expanded against his fiery clenched hole, shooting my juice deep into his body. I roared in relief. My man watched as the shower splashed down my face.
After drying each other with towels, we wrapped ourselves in bathrobes and made our way back to the living room. Before we sat down, Warwick noticed an envelope under my front door.
“Do you think it was there all the time?” I asked. “I mean, maybe we were too drunk to notice it when we got home and just stepped over it. At least, I hope so. Otherwise, someone might have been entertained by the sound of us grunting.”
“The shower would have drowned out the noise, Allan.”
“Are you sure? We came pretty loudly.”
My lover scrunched his eyebrows before picking up the envelope and quietly reading its contents. His eyes widened halfway through the letter, as if he’d read an obituary.
“What?” Warwick didn’t respond. He kept reading. “So, what’s it say?”
“You’re not going to believe this.”
“Tell me, you might be surprised.”
“Samantha and Pedro have given us a double pass to see their play tomorrow night, as a peace offering.”
“You’re right. I don’t believe it.”
He handed me the tickets. Printed on them was a picture of the evil blonde in a director’s chair, in a figure-hugging red dress that pressed together the poached eggs that passed as her cleavage. The useless playwright took up most of the space on the opposite side, looking dowdy in a minstrel outfit a size too big.
“Wow,” I replied. “What a charming couple. Rushing to meet us when we arrived at the Limelight Quarter. Plotting to screw up our chance to fall in love. Shamelessly causing crises during Maudi’s production. Making a fool of me on stage in that baby sumo wrestler suit. Faking a romance with you to strain our friendship. Causing dramas during my shoot. Trying to run my screening out of town. And after all that, they want to be friends!”
“Maybe they realized we’re not the enemy?”
“Soon they’ll be asking us to dinner. Don’t worry if you can’t find all your cutlery, Sammy and Pedro. You left the steak knives in our backs. Oh what’s that? You were just practicing acupuncture on us. You confused your implements. A bit nearsighted, are we? My, my! I wouldn’t want to be around when you’re getting kinky. You might mistake the corkscrew with the dildos!”