Rack & Ruin (THIRDS 3)

“Do you know why I don’t dance?” Sloane said breathlessly, his hands finding the hem of Dex’s shirt and pushing it up his body.

“Why? You’re good at it.”

“I don’t dance because I like to watch you,” Sloane admitted, loving the whimper that escaped Dex as he cupped Sloane through his jeans, his hand kneading and massaging Sloane’s hard dick. “Also, if I dance with yo

u, I’m going to want to touch you. And then touching leads to us having sex in Ash’s bathroom.”

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take,” Dex replied. He let out a gasp when Sloane grabbed him, turned him, and bent him over the sink. He handed Dex a towel. “Here, bite on this.” Dex didn’t argue.

“Stay,” Sloane demanded. Fucking Dex brought out the wilder side in him, and he loved it. He rummaged in the sink’s drawers, found a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Ash wouldn’t miss one. He returned the box to its place exactly the way he found it and put the bottle of lube on the sink beside Dex. With both hands, he reached under Dex and undid his belt. Dex loved it when he was a little rough, and Sloane was happy to give his lover exactly what he wanted. He tugged Dex’s jeans and boxer briefs down to his thighs and grabbed the bottle of lube to pour some on his fingers. They had to be quick, but Sloane had no intention of hurting Dex.

He pushed Dex’s T-shirt up his back and planted quick kisses on his partner’s smooth skin before pushing a finger into Dex. His lover squirmed beneath him, his hips thrusting against the sink in his growing desperation for release. They didn’t have all that long before Ash came looking for them, so Sloane picked up his pace, adding a second finger and soon a third as Dex groaned around a mouthful of towel, his back arching. Sloane leaned in, talking quietly in his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you fast and hard.” Sloane pressed the head of his cock between Dex’s ass cheeks. “You’re going to feel me inside you for hours. Just how you like it.”

A low whimper escaped Dex, and Sloane pushed himself in, slowly at first. His teeth gritted as the tight heat enveloped him. Dex nodded and Sloane plunged the rest of the way in, grateful for the towel that muffled Dex’s surprised cry. He arched his back, his fingers gripping the edge of the sink. Grabbing Dex’s hips, Sloane pulled out, and drove himself back in. The sound of Dex’s muffled groans, his heavy breathing, his flushed face had Sloane desperate for more. He pounded into Dex hard and fast, as he’d promised.

“Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He watched his dick driving into Dex’s ass for a few seconds, before folding himself over Dex and wrapping his arms around him. He thrust deep, the sound of skin on skin sending him over the edge. His muscles tightened, and he thrust hard twice more before he emptied himself into the condom with a low growl. With a smile, he nuzzled Dex’s hair, inhaling the sweet smell of his partner’s citrus shampoo. He continued driving himself into Dex until it became too painful, and then he pulled out, removed the condom, tied it up, and quickly wrapped it in some toilet paper before chucking it in the wastebasket. He gently turned Dex around and got on his knees to pull Dex’s hard cock into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him. He loved how Dex tasted, the smell of him, the feel of him.

Sloane sucked and licked, feeling Dex’s hands in his hair. His tongue pressed against the base of Dex’s cock, and his partner gasped. Knowing just what drove his partner wild, Sloane swirled his tongue over the head of Dex’s cock before pressing his tongue into the slit, his hand giving the base a squeeze. Dex groaned and shivered. He leaned back against the sink, his eyes meeting Sloane’s. With his favorite audience watching his performance, Sloane devoured Dex like a hungry man having his first meal after days without.

Seconds later Dex was coming. Once his partner had finished, Sloane stood and helped him with his clothes before giving him a languid kiss.

“Mmm,” Dex hummed against Sloane’s mouth.

Sloane held Dex close, kissing his lips before nuzzling his nose and brushing his lips across Dex’s jaw. “We should go.”

“To bed?” Dex asked hopefully.

“Soon,” Sloane promised, chuckling at Dex’s dreamy sigh. “This is your party, remember?”

“Exactly. It’s my party, and I’ll sigh if I want to.”

“You won’t be if Ash catches us.” He put Dex’s hand to his lips for a kiss when he noticed the blue and black band on his lover’s wrist. “What are you wearing?”

Dex gave him a cheeky smile. “A wristband.”

Sloane eyed the Pac-Man wristband and held back a smile. “You know that’s not what I meant.” How hadn’t he noticed it before? Maybe he’d been too busy trying not to ogle his sexy partner.

“What? It’s a classic. I’m the fucking king of Pac-Man.” Dex gave him that wide boyish grin of his, and Sloane couldn’t resist kissing those lips again. As silly as his partner could be, Sloane hoped he never changed. It wasn’t that Sloane felt old, because he didn’t and he wasn’t, but he’d been through a lot in his life. Being around Dex made him feel lighter, stopped him from taking himself too seriously. They had fun together. He never thought his lover could also be his closest friend.

“King of Pac-Man, huh?” Sloane gave Dex a wicked grin. “We’ll see about that.”

Dex gasped, his eyes lighting up. “You play Pac-Man?”

“Are you kidding?” Sloane let out a snort and backed away from him before pointing to himself. “Prepare to be dethroned.”

“I think I might have come in my pants.” Dex thrust a finger at him. “It’s on. You’re going down.”

“I already went down,” Sloane replied with a wink before spinning on his heels and leaving the bathroom. He headed for the bedroom door unable to keep the smile off his face knowing Dex was following his every move. Tonight he’d have a few more moves to show his lover. He might just come to enjoy these pre-birthday-party parties.

“FUCK.” Dex stood staring at the door Sloane had disappeared through. Just when he thought he couldn’t find the guy any hotter. What were the chances Sloane would be a total geek? Dex was so excited at the prospect that he practically bounced over to the door. Remembering where he was, he carefully checked to make sure the coast was clear before slipping out into the hall. He was about to head down to the stairs when someone stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Hey, there you are sexy.”

Dex was seriously regretting inviting the guy. “Dude, you stink.”

“How come you keep turning me down?” Taylor ran a hand down Dex’s arm. “The things I would do to you.”