Zane leaned even closer and put his hand at the top of Roach’s buttock. The amount of hair on Roach’s muscular body wasn’t excessive but present enough to remind Zane of the testosterone buzzing in Roach’s veins whenever they touched. His dick was stirring to life, pumped by the knowledge that Roach would do whatever Zane wanted, no matter how embarrassed it made him.
“Douche. Or should I explain it to you again?”
“No!” Roach yelped as if Zane pushed him under a cold shower. “But… I could top.” He stared at Zane’s ass, his cock was already filling. Roach was one horny machine of a man, and there had been a time in Zane’s life when he’d have said enough was enough and bent over the bed for this hunk. But not anymore. He didn’t do that anymore, and definitely not with this guy.
“You think you’re so smart because you learned a few new words?” Zane asked, entering the narrow bathroom.
Roach groaned, stepping into the shower that wasn’t big enough for two men like them. “Just sayin’… Just so you know.”
“It’s never happening Roach, so stop hoping.”
Roach rolled his eyes, but pointed at the door, suggesting Zane should leave. As if he needed privacy. As if Zane hadn’t put his dick in Roach in one way or another around seventy five times already.
But Zane could give him that, and left the bathroom behind, breathing a bit more deeply when his mind went to a place where Roach hovered over him and used his big, rough palms to keep Zane down in the sheets while his hips worked relentlessly to make his thick dick jab, jab, jab at Zane’s insides.
He rubbed his face and rolled the comforter off the bed, piling it into the ugly gray armchair. He couldn’t help a smile at the sight of new shelving Roach had installed last weekend. It fit above the microwave, and the instant coffee, the crackers, the beers, didn’t have to lie around the room in random places anymore. Zane had complained about the mess but hadn’t expected Roach to do something about it. Maybe sex really was magic sometimes.
The shower didn’t take Roach long, and was followed by the sound of intense tooth brushing. He came out as naked as Zane was, and his dick bobbed as he walked toward the bed, already hard and ready for action.
Head lowered, Roach looked like a bull about to charge, but Zane had no intention of letting the beast spear him with its horn. He’d been keeping his new online purchase secret for an opportunity like this one and showed Roach the black rubber vibrator, which was recognizable as a sex toy yet did not closely resemble a dick. Smooth and sleek, it was on the smaller side but had a crooked head that would get exactly where Zane wanted it to.
“I got you something.”
Roach slowed down and stared at the thing, but his reaction wasn’t what Zane expected. “What? Where’d you get the money?”
Zane blinked, his power trip crumbling into tiny pieces. “Since when do you monitor my spending?”
“Just asking.” Roach’s gaze kept trailing between Zane’s face and the sex toy.
Zane cleared his throat and squeezed the plaything in his hand before switching on the vibrations by turning the base. That got Roach more interested, and, on impulse, Zane poked the massager against his nipple, triggering a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to his groin.
“Whoa!” Roach licked his lips, staring at the toy as if it were a grenade. “And… so this is a thing we do now?” A delicious flush spread across his chest and he rubbed his damp beard.
Zane wanted to lick wetness from his broad chest, rub his face into the dark body hair, but he stayed in place, because he would remain the one in control, no matter how much he sometimes wished to let go.
“I want you to take this and prepare yourself for me,” he said, moving the vibrating head up his body, all the way to the neck, where sensitive skin reacted to the stimulation, sending shivers down his back, until he had to curl his toes and bite his lips to keep from moaning.
Roach was still processing the request when Zane passed him the toy. No matter how wrong it was, his confusion was a turn on. It reminded Zane that he was the only one to have ever fucked this formerly-closeted hunk. Sure, there might have been blowjobs here and there, but that ass was Zane’s. For him, and only for him, Roach got down on all fours and begged for dick.
And now he’d express just how much he wanted it by opening himself to Zane.
“As in… you want to watch?” Roach asked with a deepening frown. He kneeled on the bed, but was already reaching for the lube.