Opening his eyes, Max looked down at the man sleeping next to him, head leaning in the crook of his neck, legs entangled and arm draped over his chest. He wondered what he'd done to deserve this sleeping beauty in his bed. It hadn't been the easiest task to get him there though. At first he had wanted to stay in that ally and fuck Max up against the wall and over the bags of rubbish, but Max had known that after the jealousy episode in the pub he might have had more power over Sam than he had first thought. Thinking back there had been genuine hurt in Sam's eyes when he was accusing Max. He hadn't noticed it at the time as he was too busy being angry at Sam for daring to be jealous when as far as he knew he was just a quick shag in a back ally.
It had seemed unlikely that Sam had been jealous, as the mention of a mercy fuck had seemed to turn him on more than anything, but lying there with Sam in his arms, thinking about it more closely, he realised why it had had such an effect. The fact that he had been so sexually frustrated, needed and wanted Sam so badly that he'd let another man fuck him just to get some gratification was key. Suddenly it hit him: he'd played straight into Sam's hands -- Sam wanted Max to want him so badly it hurt -- Sam needed him to want him that badly, because if he did then he would feel the same as Sam had when he had first seen Max. If Sam hadn't had him feeling like that, it would have meant that he'd fallen in love with someone who didn't love him back. He hugged Sam that little bit tighter.
After Sam had disappeared from the pub he had stood there shell shocked. He hadn't known whether it was the fact he'd cum in his pants, the fact that Sam could make him cum with so little contact, or that Sam had seemingly been jealous that he might be seeing someone else. At first, he had thought that Sam wasn't jealous, that it had all been a ploy to mess with Max' head. After all, Sam had seemed to get over it soon enough and the mention of a mercy fuck had turned him on rather than instilling more jealousy in him. "Damn him to hell," he had muttered to himself looking down at the wet patch on his trousers. He hadn't looked forward to explaining what had happened to his work colleagues. He had found himself able to talk to them though, and considering he barely knew him, Mike had turned out to be a great listener.
Later that night he had crawled into bed and despite his best efforts, had felt his hand working its way down to his crotch. After the events of that day, he hadn't wanted to do this thinking of Sam so he had gotten out of bed and put his favourite porn movie into the recorder. The tv had flickered on and he had immediately been met with the sounds and images of one man being deeply embedded in another, while he was being fucked by a third man.
He had stood watching it for a minute then turned and gone back to his bed. He had reached into his bedside drawer and retrieved his lube. He had taken himself in his hand and given a short sharp tug. Watching the men, he had squeezed some of the cool liquid in his hand and started to stroke his cock. As the men on the film had thrust harder, he had pumped his hand in time to keep up. Gradually beginning to thrust harder into his own hand, he had twisted his hand slightly and put more pressure on the head. As the men had begun to cum he had shut his eyes briefly and seen Sam on his knees in front of him, and that had been all it had taken for him to see stars. He had shot all over the bedclothes. He had pumped out the last drops of his orgasm breathing heavily and cursing Sam.
That Friday at work had seemed to last forever. Although he hadn't been sure how he felt about Sam and whether or not he actually wanted to see him again, he had known that if he didn't he would always wonder.
Not long after he had arrived at the office he had run into Mike, who had asked how he was doing. "You all right there? You look as though you're in a world of your own."
"Huh?" Max had looked up, obviously distracted.
"If what happened at the pub is worrying you, I won't tell anyone."
"No, no it's fine. I just don't quite know what happened."
"What do you mean?" Mike had asked intrigued.
"I don't understand him at all."
"Didn't you know that us men are impossible? Well, that's what the wife says anyway," Mike had chuckled.
"He drives me crazy," Max had said almost to himself, staring at a spot on the wall. Mike had looked at him curiously. "I don't know him, his surname, where he lives, nothing."
"Maybe that's one of the attractions," Mike had offered helpfully.
"Yeah, perhaps. I've never let someone get under my skin like this before though. I don't know if I want to see him again, he has such an effect on me, I swear it can't be healthy."
"Just give it a try, you might always be wondering 'what if?' if you don't. Go tonight and see him."
Getting ready that night, he hadn't been sure what to do. Should he have dressed as he usually did when he met Pete or should he have dressed expecting Sam to be ripping the clothes off him? "Best play it safe," he had thought and dressed in shirt and jeans.
He had thought about Sam all the way to the club, wondering whether he was even going to be there. He had got there earlier than he had done in quite a while and spotted Pete at the bar chatting to yet another young hunk. He had gone over and caught Pete's elbow.
"Hey."
"You're not usually here this early, meeting someone?" Pete had asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know," Max had replied honestly.
"If he doesn't show it's his loss," Pete had smiled warmly. "Would you like a drink?"
"Beer, thanks."
"This is Adam, Adam this is Max," Pete had said pointing to each in turn while simultaneously getting the drinks in.
"Hi," Max had said as he'd nodded at the younger man, and in return gotten a nod back. Then Pete had turned around and given Max his drink.
"Thanks, I'll leave you two to it," Max had said as he took it. "Catch you later."
Max had turned and walked into the crowd, leaving Pete happily chatting away with the young stud. Walking through the sweaty bodies he hadn't been able to help checking around to see if Sam had arrived yet, but there had been no sign. After sitting alone for most of the night, Max had had enough. He had stood up and started to fight his way through the dancing bodies to get to the exit.
Walking out, Max had heard a familiar voice. "Ah there you are," Sam had purred.
Max had spun around; surprised to see he'd turned up. "I -- I thought... you... you might have been here earlier," Max had managed to stammer back.
"I said same time next week," Sam had tapped the watch on his left wrist.
Looking down at his watch, Max had seen that yes, it had been the same time almost to the minute. Glancing back up slowly at Sam he had feel his heart beating faster. A look of sheer lust had glazed over Sam's eyes and he had started slowly advancing towards him. Within seconds the distance between them had closed and Sam had had backed him up against the wall, in the same spot that the previous week Sam had sucked him dry.
Max had felt himself harden instantly. Just the smell of the man had gotten him hard, before Sam had pressed firmly against his body. Sam had started to kiss his neck, and had quickly worked his way up and planted kisses firmly along Max' jaw line. Soon enough he had been begging entry to Max's mouth, which Max was powerless to deny. Opening his mouth, he had allowed Sam's tongue to dart in, wrestling with his own. He had heard Sam moaning into his mouth and had felt Sam's arousal digging into his hip.
Sam's hands had been all over him, first cupping his arse, kneading him, then wandering over to Max' crotch. He had then run them up and buried them in Max' hair, while Sam's tongue had continued its exploration of Max's mouth. More and more passion had been building. Sam had been desperately clinging to Max, his hands in Max' hair, grabbing handfuls of it and pulling him deeper into the kiss. Max had thought he would pass out. It had felt as though Sam was trying to get into him. He had tried to pull out of the kiss but Sam's hands had clamped in his hair and he had heard Sam moan "no" into his mouth.
Sam had kept pushing his cock up against Max and started to thrust at him, trying to aim it at Max's but missing. Clearly beyond caring, he had kept going and with one final thrust had come, only then breaking the kiss. Panting he had stood with his head on Max's chest, desperately trying to control his breathing, his hands still caught up in Max's hair.
Max had stood in shock. He had looked down at the man leaning on him, and his arms had involuntarily wound around the younger man and held him closer. Sam had put up no fight and allowed himself to be brought into a hug; he had let his arms fall and brought them close to his body, allowing himself to be held.
The tender scene had been cut short as Sam, cocky as ever, had dropped down to his knees and begun to unzip Max's jeans. Before Max had been able to do anything, Sam had engulfed him and started to suck hungrily, using all his experience to bring Max to a quick climax. Afterwards he had stood up and walked to the other side of the ally.
"Sam what was that about?" Max had been completely in the dark.
"A quick blow job in an ally." Sam had said cockily, keeping his back to Max. Silence followed for what seemed an age before Sam spoke again. "Wasn't exactly the fuck of the century, huh?" Sam had looked towards the floor.
"Want to remedy it?" Max had had a twinkle in his eye and had begun fondling Sam through his trousers. He had felt Sam readily responding to his touch, his cock beginning to harden once again.
"Up against the wall," Sam had managed to gasp.
"No, we're going back to mine," Max had stopped touching and chuckled at the disappointed look on his young lover's face.
They had barely made it through the door when Sam had launched himself at Max. He had jumped up into the older man's arms and allowed himself to be carried to the bedroom. Once there though, he had taken complete charge and demanded to know where the necessary lube was. Max had silently and passively given it to him and looked down into his eyes. "Hard," he had growled at the smaller man.
Max had observed a smile crossing Sam's lips and had watched as Sam had ripped down his trousers, revealing no underwear and a rock hard cock that sprung up to bounce off his flat stomach. Max hadsmiled at the sight. He had then watched as Sam had rolled on a condom, salvaged from the pocket of his discarded trousers, unceremoniously squirting some lube on his shaft and quickly working it into himself. Watching this display Max had gotten painfully hard. Without instruction he had dropped his jeans, revealing that he too wore no underwear, and turned to face the wall.
Max had been positioning himself when he had glanced over his shoulder and caught Sam lustfully gazing at him. Knowing he had Sam's attention, Max had wiggled his arse to make it all the more inviting, and Sam had wasted no time in closing the gap between them. Max had felt Sam starting to part his cheeks, felt the younger man's fingers starting to stroke him. He had felt a finger breach him and then felt the finger push further in, starting to prepare him. The finger had been joined by a second. Suddenly, he had felt the fingers being removed and a larger cock beginning to push against the tight ring of muscle. Max had mentally prepared himself for the inevitable stretch -- which had come almost immediately.
Max had gasped against the wall as he had finally felt Sam's cock buried deep inside him. He had enjoyed the feeling of being truly filled, when Sam had started to withdraw, fully left him, then suddenly pushed straight back into him. Sam had reached around and grabbed at Max's hard cock and Max had tried to thrust into the warm grasp while still being impaled by the man behind him. All the while Max had felt Sam pushing deeper and deeper into his warm hole and beginning to grunt in his ear.
Hearing Sam's balls slapping on his skin had made Max push backwards to meet the rapidly increasing thrusts from Sam. Suddenly, from the mutual movement, Sam had hit that magic button and Max had begun to feel himself lose control. From then on, every thrust had pushed him closer and closer to the edge and coupled with the fact that Sam had still been pumping his cock, he had started to moan incoherently as his legs began to go. Suddenly feeling that familiar rush starting to overwhelm him, Max had started to moan louder and tried to push back onto the dick impaling him even more. Without warning, he had felt Sam grab at the base of his cock and squeeze -- preventing him from coming.
Max, frustrated, had banged his head on the wall and heard Sam whisper in his ear "not til I'm ready." all the while keeping up the same punishing speed of fucking.
Max had reached around and grabbed hold of what he could of Sam's arse -- digging his nails in the clammy skin in an attempt to pull the cock even deeper into him. Finally, Max had felt himself beginning to come again, and this time Sam made no attempt to stop him. Max's balls had started to pull up and as he dissolved into bliss he had felt his arse tightening around Sam's cock forcing his orgasm seconds later.
Max had stood panting for a while before he felt Sam's softening organ beginning to slip from him. He had turned and watched as Sam had stepped backwards and collapsed down onto the bed -- his legs giving out on him. Max too had felt ready to drop, but he had shakily stumbled to the bathroom to clean himself up. After a quick wipe he had returned to the bedroom with a flannel to see Sam sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, allowing his breathing to return to normal. Max had crouched in front of him and removed the now soiled condom from Sam's soft cock, flinging it in a nearby bin. Then he had started to clean Sam. Max had felt eyes on him and glanced up to see Sam looking down at him with a puzzled expression. Max had smiled at him and carried on wiping. To his surprise, he had felt Sam's cock beginning to fill with blood again. He had looked up and raised an eyebrow at Sam, who in return had given him a wink.
"Clothes off in bed," Max had told Sam.
Without question, Sam had stood and removed his clothes and climbed straight into bed. Max had walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. He had immediately felt Sam snuggle towards him and had felt light kisses on his shoulder as he had started to stroke Sam's hair. He had felt Sam's hand going to his cock and stopped him. "My terms," he had said firmly into Sam's ear and had turned him so he was on his back staring up at the older man.
Slowly, Max had planted soft kisses, making a trail down to one of Sam's nipples. Taking it in his mouth, Max had bitten lightly on the rose coloured flesh and run his tongue around it. He had blown lightly on the wet flesh and felt Sam's hips buck up to meet him. Continuing with his slow exploration, he had reached the other nipple and again repeated the actions, extracting the same response from a whimpering Sam.
He had gone up and planted a firm kiss on Sam's mouth before licking his way down to the now painfully hard cock digging into him. Gently taking it in his hand, Max had run a finger around the slit and allowed a drop of spit to fall onto it, producing an almost orgasmic response from the panting body beneath him. He had rubbed the liquid into the cock and licked the entire length, again causing Sam's hips to buck.
Ignoring the movement, he slowly had begun taking Sam into his mouth, moving further down the shaft until he had all of him. He had tightened his throat around Sam's cock and swiped his tongue along the bottom. He had let his fingers move back towards the sac and teased the balls while deep throating him. Then he had taken his fingers away and offered one up to Sam's mouth, which Sam took gladly.
Feeling Sam sucking on his finger, he had also felt the cock in his mouth beginning to get harder. As Sam had done to him earlier, Max had put pressure on the base of Sam's cock to prevent the familiar feeling from overtaking him. A strangled gasp from above had brought a smile to his lips.
Knowing that his finger was wet, he had brought it down and immediately begun to work it into Sam's warm body. Pushing through the tight ring of muscle, he had curved his finger to brush the sensitive gland. Once again Sam's hips had bucked and forced his cock even deeper into Max's mouth. Using his other hand, Max had searched his way up the sweating body to find a nipple and begun to rub it, all the while continuing to suck Sam and massaging the spot in his lover's arse.
All too soon Sam had been cumming. Thick white streams had shot down Max's throat while Sam had screamed his name. Sam had lain motionless on the bed, ragged breath filling the room. Max had smiled to himself and moved up to look into Sam's sated face. Reaching out, he had brushed back the hair that had stuck to his lover's face. "OK?" he had asked, but hadn't gotten a reply. "That's a yes then?" Again nothing. He had leant down and kissed his exhausted lover, "goodnight lover," he had whispered and let Sam sleep.
Now, the morning after, he lay watching Sam in his arms.
Sam started to stir; he opened his eyes and looked up into the warm eyes looking at him. Suddenly it hit him too, the same way it had hit Max earlier.
"I love you," Sam whispered.
"I know," Max smiled down at him, "the feeling's mutual."