Friday, Part two.
Heh, finally.
By me and hibem
Many thanks to devikun for the beta
Not worksafe at all
Joe stopped short on the side walk two steps from the bar, already shivering in his sheer muscle T. Len opened his mouth to start apologizing or something again, and Joe gave him a quick, hard kiss to shut him up.
"Hang on, forgot my coat."
"Oh! Of course-"
"Man, you're still here?" Jeff called, and Joe's leather jacket landed heavily against his back. "Go home already!"
Joe gave him a half-hearted glare as he disappeared back into the bar, laughing.
"My place is only a couple blocks," he told Len.
"It is technically Saturday now, isn't it?" Len asked, smiling slowly.
"Yeah," Joe managed, "Technically." Christ, he would have to send Marie flowers or something. "Come on!"
By halfway there, they were almost running, Len's coat flapping in the wind like a cape.
"What about your roommate?" he asked as Joe caught his hand again to steer him around the corner.
"Out," he said. Donny would be in bed by now, in his own room, and Riley was supposed to be at Zane's. Not that her presence would really stop him from fucking Len quietly behind his curtain, or in the bathroom, or out on the goddamn fire escape if he had to. He squeezed Len's hand and sped up some more.
When they finally hit the front door, Joe's keys refused to work, jingling mockingly as he fumbled with them. Len grinding against his ass did nothing for his coordination.
"Joe," Len murmured, unzipping his fly and softly squeezing his aching dick.
"That's not… helping…" he panted, about to kick the fucking door down. Len grinned against the back of his neck and closed his cool hand around Joe's. The old lock turned smoothly under his touch.
The stairs were narrow and too steep and Joe half-fell up them, stumbling as his open pants started to slide down. Len was plastered against his back, his hands roaming under Joe's jacket, slipping under the shirt, stroking his ass. They barrelled into the apartment, still pressed together. Joe clicked the lamp on, shoved Len's jacket and coat off his shoulders and clung to him, kissing his cool lips, drinking in his hot, panting breaths.
He nearly sprained a finger struggling with Len's weird belt buckle, and finally, finally his naked cock was sliding against Len's, right where it had demanded to be for the last - fuck, always. They swayed together as Len dropped his slacks and boxers and stepped out of them, toeing his shoes off, not breaking the kiss. Joe grabbed onto him tighter and began humping in earnest, tongue-fucking Len's mouth, feeling light-headed and so, so close.
"Joe, wait," Len pleaded, yanking his tie off and half-heartedly trying to pull free. "Naked, you promised… I want you naked. I want to be naked with you."
Joe groaned, thrusting harder, unable to stop. Really, for a scientist guy Len wasn't big on logic - not if he thought dirty sex talk was good for slowing things down.
"Please," said Len, working his hands between them to get at his shirt buttons. Joe gulped in some air, stripped off his t-shirt and dropped to his knees to get a better look at Len's long, lean legs, so damn sexy in those kinky manstockings.
"I'll come if you touch me now," warned Len, and his cock jumped in front of Joe's face, clearly psyched at the idea. "Give me a second, please."
"Okay, I'll just play with your socks then," he said vindictively. He leaned closer to mouth at the leather straps and slide his fingers under the silk, grinning when Len bit down a moan.
There was a fading bruise on the inside of his thigh, a double curve of yellow-green dots, and, god, it was right where Joe had-
“Is this mine?” he asked, fascinated, tracing the mark with his fingertips. "From when I..."
Len jerked desperately at his shirt cuff. “Of course. Who else could have...”
Joe growled and attacked the spot, scraping his teeth over the mark, sucking just enough to bring new blood close to the surface. Len shivered and swore under his breath then bit the button off his cuff, spat it out on the floor and stripped his shirt and undershirt off in one frantic motion.
"Up, Joe. Stand up." He tugged at Joe's hair. "Please," and Joe would've been very, very happy to, 'cause now he could taste everything on the way up: Len's sharp hips, pale smooth chest and little pink nipples. He would've also really liked to stop and just look, 'cause Len was finally, perfectly naked, and even sexier than he'd imagined. But his hands wouldn't leave Len's skin and he couldn't stop himself from swaying forward again and burying his nose in the crease of Len's thigh. He turned his face and gave a long, slow lick to the side of Len's beautiful cock and Len said his name again, sharply, gasping it. And then he suddenly stepped back, and Joe would have fallen if Len wasn't gripping his shoulders, hauling him up and toppling them both over onto the couch.
Len sprawled on top of him, skin to skin, lean, long and pleasantly heavy. He was holding both Joe's wrists down, licking his pecs and biting at his nipple, too hard, so damn good. His cock was poking just between Joe's thighs and Joe really, really needed to touch it, and Len’s ass, and his face, and his hair. He tried to pull free, wriggling under the weight of Len's naked body, and his wrists got squeezed tighter, till it almost hurt.
"Stop that, please," Len growled. He ran his tongue up Joe's neck and nipped the skin under his ear, which just made Joe squirm harder. "Do I need to tie you up?"
Joe laughed out loud, secretly surprised by how hot that sounded. He'd only tried it once, and it had been more funny than sexy, but with Len's slender fingers clasped on him like steel cuffs he could sort of see the appeal. He arched up, rubbing his hardon over Len's nice flat stomach and attempted to wriggle lower so their cocks could meet and say hi. Len shuddered above him, getting even harder, precome trailing wet between them.
"All right, then," he said, shifting and leaning down across the couch, and now Joe could taste his skin again, and slide his tongue into the shadowed dip between his collarbones. He was trying hard to slither out of his pants and throw his legs around Len's back, and almost missed it when a length of stiff leather wrapped tightly around his wrists, binding them together.
Now this was slightly less funny, really nothing like Mandy with her pink fuzzy handcuffs. But before he could say anything, his elbows were pinned above his head and Len was calmly tying the end of his belt to the leg of the bedside table.
"Hey. Len," He yanked on the belt, then froze as his favourite cactus rattled dangerously on the table. "Len, w-"
Len was staring down at him, speechlessly taking in the sight. And he had to look ridiculous - gaping like a fish, arms awkwardly wrenched up, hair flattened against the couch. But Len seemed completely awestruck, and his eyes were shining like this was the best thing he'd ever seen in his life. Joe's breath caught in his throat.
"Oh god," Len exhaled shakily. "Oh, Joe."
And he was too far away, Joe needed him closer, needed his mouth, all of him.
"Kiss me," he demanded. "Right fucking now, or…"
He didn't have to struggle for a good threat because Len was already kissing him in that amazing way of his, with soft lips and insistent tongue. His hands were running all over Joe's skin, tracing his ribs, squeezing his ass, brushing too lightly against his cock, smoothing over his hair. He stroked up Joe's arms, lingering where the edge of the belt was mercilessly pinching into his skin.
"You - don't mind this, do you?" he asked, cautiously.
"No," Joe admitted. Len was pressing him hard into the cushions with his thighs, resting heavy across Joe's chest, touching his wrists softly right next to the tight pull of the leather, and Joe couldn't move at all, could barely remember how to form words. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard. "It's, uh, kinda hot, actually."
Len leaned down to kiss him again, blocking out the lamplight, trapping Joe in a breathless little space against the arm of the couch. His hair fell forward, tickling Joe's face, and Joe wanted to thread his fingers through it, grab it and crush Len's mouth tighter against his.
"Hmm, what shall I do with you?" Len whispered into his ear, and into the other one, "Would you like a blowjob now?"
Joe panted something he hoped sounded like a yes, desperately straining forward to keep his lips on Len's skin, but he was sliding away, trailing licks and kisses in twisting lines over Joe's stomach. Joe kicked at his pants again, trying to wiggle up, and strong hands splayed over his hipbones, holding him still. Len gave him a disapproving look over his glasses, then opened his mouth.
Donny turned over and tried stuffing his head under the pillow, which, very predictably, didn’t help.
He could deal with Riley and Zane. It was all rustle and giggles with them; half of the time he couldn’t tell, even looking at them, if they were making out or wrestling. But this was different. Joe was cursing, struggling for breath, and his voice kept breaking out of a whisper, hitching desperately. He hadn’t brought anyone home for about five years, and Donny honestly couldn’t remember how he’d put up with it back then.
The fact that Joe was there with a guy helped a bit, at least there was no danger of popping a boner from all the audio porn. The other one was quiet; Donny caught his voice only a few times, and now it was almost drowned by Joe’s noises, surfacing only as short muffled moans.
Of course, his mouth was probably busy right now.
Donny gritted his teeth and attempted to count sheep. The imaginary sheep were wearing leather thongs, every single one of them.
Len always gave incredibly good head, but this go was fucking inspired. Joe had to bite his own shoulder, trying to stifle his moans, kept fighting Len's hold on his hips to rock up and up, into his sweet, welcoming mouth. Len was merciless, holding him right on the edge, drawing him deep, then mouthing the head, never quite hard enough for Joe to come.
"You're still not naked," Len observed, pulling back. His palms slid down Joe's legs to where his jeans bunched, forgotten, around his ankles. He smiled cheerfully, and the bottom dropped out of Joe's stomach. "Intolerable, really."
Len hitched Joe's legs up, then unhurriedly unzipped and pulled off his boots, one and then the other. His thumb dug into the arch of Joe's foot while he was working the jeans down his legs, something between soothing massage and ruthless tickling, and Joe tried not to twitch. Len peeled off one sock, planted a little wet kiss on each bare toe, smallest to largest, ran the smoothness of his cheek across the underside.
"That tickles," Joe panted, trying not to lash out with his captured foot. "Hey-"
"Ah." Len slid his tongue slowly over Joe's ankle, teeth just scraping the skin. "Sorry."
"Just get back here," Joe said, seriously thinking of sacrificing the cactus if it meant freedom to touch back.
Len smiled again, warm and happy, stripped off Joe's other sock, folded the pair neatly and tossed it over his shoulder.
"I just want to be sure you're comfortable," he said, and spread Joe's knees open and back, as wide as the couch would let him.
"Oh fuck," Joe panted, shivering at the touch of cool air. Now he couldn't move at all, pinned there with the belt taut around his wrists, his thighs pressed to his chest and Len staring at his crotch meditatively, clearly enjoying the view. His legs were shaking with the strain, and somehow he felt not naked enough, too hot, sweating under Len's palms. His cock jerked painfully against his stomach.
"Please," he said, not even sure what he was asking for at this point, and Len said, "All right."
Len hoisted his legs higher, gave his shaft just one slow lick and went lower to softly suck on his balls. “Mmm. What would you - oh, Joe, you look so good, let me just…”
His tongue travelled over Joe’s perineum, in a caress so sweet and hot Joe couldn’t complain. Then, a wet lick landed right across his asshole and lingered there. Joe froze, sucking a panicky breath through his dry lips.
“Len?” he asked, cautiously.
“Oh, you are very clean, Joe,” assured Len and licked again, harder. “You taste great.”
Joe tried to relax into it, and it wasn't difficult at all. He hadn't expected it to be that good but, god, it felt amazing - so fucking perfect he wanted to howl or laugh or say something unspeakably mushy. Keeping his voice down was quickly becoming impossible. Maybe Len could turn around and gag him with his cock, so Joe would be able to taste him while he was doing all those wonderful things…
Len’s tongue tip dipped in, sliding and swirling inside, and for a moment Joe thought he would come just from that. He was bent in half, knees to his chest, ass in the air and he couldn’t feel anything but Len licking into him deeper and deeper, searing his crotch with wet shaky breaths, making little happy sounds against his skin. It couldn’t get better, but he wanted more. Harder. All the way in.
“Len,” he said. “Stop.”
Len’s face came into view, mouth sexily swollen, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. Joe’s ass twitched; if being licked by Len was a cruel tease, the absence of Len’s mouth on his skin was plain unbearable.
“Condoms in my wallet,” he told Len. “Lube under the sofa cushions. Hurry up.”
For a moment Len silently stared at him, tightening his fingers on Joe’s calves, and then jumped off the couch to frantically paw through their discarded clothes. Joe took that opportunity to stretch his cramped legs, and flung them up again to rest on Len’s shoulders when he came back, suited up and good to go.
"Yeah, I'm ready," said Joe impatiently. Lubed fingers slid easily into his slick, well-licked ass, and he twisted his hips to take them deeper. "Come on, in me, NOW."
Len let out a slight groan, curled his fingers one last time, leaned closer - and there it was, this was it. Joe tried to hold still as Len’s cock pressed between his ass cheeks, rocked against the opening and pushed in, in, smoothly and slowly.
It had been months since he bottomed. Last time was when Luke and Jenny wanted a sandwich, before that - in summer, with Buzz. He didn’t miss it, and now it surprised him how much he wanted it, how eagerly his body opened up, taking it and waiting for more. He felt the ridge of the cockhead as it slid in and expected the pressure to ease up, but it kept growing. Len's thick cock was going deep into him, stretching him wider and wider, harsh and burning, too big to take. It was getting painful, and he felt his inner muscles beginning to clamp down in panic, making it worse. But then Len slid in fully, his cock a little bit thinner around the root, and that was enough to make it bearable, good, just right, just the pure pleasure of being full of hot hard flesh, having Len flush against him, snugly lodged deep inside.
Len took a deep breath, shaking slightly above him, awkwardly poised on elbows sunk into the couch cushions:
“Is it… Are you…”
All the words rushed back at once and then he couldn’t shut up.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. I knew it, knew you’d feel this good, knew you’d be - oh fuck, do it, Len, come on, just like this…”
Len kissed his face, touched his cock, and that was too much, just one brush of his fingers was too hot right now.
“No, not yet, too close.” Joe tried to wriggle away, twisting against the belt, and the movement shifted the cock inside him, made it touch new places. “Fuck. Don’t wanna come yet. Take it easy, okay?”
“Of course, whatever you want,” Len said, beginning to move just a little bit, in and out in short testing strokes. “Oh, Joe. I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now.”
Fuck. That was - oh god. Joe's mouth fell open - probably about to say something horribly, irredeemably stupid - but then Len started to fuck him, hard, in even deep thrusts. All thoughts disappeared, leaving him gasping wordlessly and writhing on that sexy cock in mindless unbearable bliss.
Donny desperately wanted to throw something heavy against the wall and scream at them to keep it down, but if Joe had brought someone home after all this time, it was probably for a good reason.
Joe wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore, or maybe he couldn’t. His grunts were loud and regular, perfectly in time with creaking of the old couch. They were fucking now, screwing the hell out of each other not three feet away from him, right behind that thin wall. Donny could hear slaps of flesh on flesh and the other guy’s ragged, labored breathing.
The rhythm quickened, morphing into the almost constant whining of the couch springs. Donny stuck fingers into his ears and attempted to hum, but Joe’s yell cut through anyway.
It didn’t last long at all. In the middle of everything Len groaned helplessly, grabbed Joe's cock and started to come, pounding into him so fast he couldn’t even scream. A couple of uncoordinated, too harsh jerks was all it took, and Joe was there, stretched and pinned and coming so hard he honestly thought he’d black out.
When he resurfaced, Len was still inside him, breathing against his lips and muttering his name.
Of all the Len-kisses the ones right after orgasm were the best. Melty, soft, grateful. Joe felt like he never wanted to move, just wanted to fall asleep like that. But his hips and shoulders were sore and the belt buckle was digging into his wrist, and there was all the mess to deal with.
“Untie me,” he said, nudging Len with his chin.
“Oh! Sorry.” The knot came loose in seconds, and Len’s warm palms took his wrists, massaging carefully. “I didn't - Does it hurt?”
His face looked so soft, lips still flushed dark, and his glasses were crooked, sitting awkwardly on the tip of his nose. Joe pulled them off and ran his hand through Len's soft, sweat-damp hair, brushing it out of his eyes. "D'you see me complaining? All right, bathroom, that way…"
His legs were weak as jelly, so leaning on naked Len was really not a luxury, but a necessity. The manstockings had to come off, much to his chagrin, but when they managed to climb into the tub he spent some quality time sleepily groping Len with soap-slick hands while Len was washing both their hair.
Back in the living room, he helped Joe spread the bedsheet over the couch, fluffed the pillow and reached for his clothes.
“Unngh,” Joe said sternly, yawning widely and pulling them both down onto his makeshift bed. “Mmmph.”
“Well, if you say so.” Len nodded brightly and pillowed his cheek on Joe’s shoulder.
Joe threaded his arms around Len's warm back, making a half-hearted attempt to pull the blanket over both of them. Len might have finished the job, but Joe was out like a light before he could tell.
By me and hibem
Many thanks to devikun for the beta
Not worksafe at all
Joe stopped short on the side walk two steps from the bar, already shivering in his sheer muscle T. Len opened his mouth to start apologizing or something again, and Joe gave him a quick, hard kiss to shut him up.
"Hang on, forgot my coat."
"Oh! Of course-"
"Man, you're still here?" Jeff called, and Joe's leather jacket landed heavily against his back. "Go home already!"
Joe gave him a half-hearted glare as he disappeared back into the bar, laughing.
"My place is only a couple blocks," he told Len.
"It is technically Saturday now, isn't it?" Len asked, smiling slowly.
"Yeah," Joe managed, "Technically." Christ, he would have to send Marie flowers or something. "Come on!"
By halfway there, they were almost running, Len's coat flapping in the wind like a cape.
"What about your roommate?" he asked as Joe caught his hand again to steer him around the corner.
"Out," he said. Donny would be in bed by now, in his own room, and Riley was supposed to be at Zane's. Not that her presence would really stop him from fucking Len quietly behind his curtain, or in the bathroom, or out on the goddamn fire escape if he had to. He squeezed Len's hand and sped up some more.
When they finally hit the front door, Joe's keys refused to work, jingling mockingly as he fumbled with them. Len grinding against his ass did nothing for his coordination.
"Joe," Len murmured, unzipping his fly and softly squeezing his aching dick.
"That's not… helping…" he panted, about to kick the fucking door down. Len grinned against the back of his neck and closed his cool hand around Joe's. The old lock turned smoothly under his touch.
The stairs were narrow and too steep and Joe half-fell up them, stumbling as his open pants started to slide down. Len was plastered against his back, his hands roaming under Joe's jacket, slipping under the shirt, stroking his ass. They barrelled into the apartment, still pressed together. Joe clicked the lamp on, shoved Len's jacket and coat off his shoulders and clung to him, kissing his cool lips, drinking in his hot, panting breaths.
He nearly sprained a finger struggling with Len's weird belt buckle, and finally, finally his naked cock was sliding against Len's, right where it had demanded to be for the last - fuck, always. They swayed together as Len dropped his slacks and boxers and stepped out of them, toeing his shoes off, not breaking the kiss. Joe grabbed onto him tighter and began humping in earnest, tongue-fucking Len's mouth, feeling light-headed and so, so close.
"Joe, wait," Len pleaded, yanking his tie off and half-heartedly trying to pull free. "Naked, you promised… I want you naked. I want to be naked with you."
Joe groaned, thrusting harder, unable to stop. Really, for a scientist guy Len wasn't big on logic - not if he thought dirty sex talk was good for slowing things down.
"Please," said Len, working his hands between them to get at his shirt buttons. Joe gulped in some air, stripped off his t-shirt and dropped to his knees to get a better look at Len's long, lean legs, so damn sexy in those kinky manstockings.
"I'll come if you touch me now," warned Len, and his cock jumped in front of Joe's face, clearly psyched at the idea. "Give me a second, please."
"Okay, I'll just play with your socks then," he said vindictively. He leaned closer to mouth at the leather straps and slide his fingers under the silk, grinning when Len bit down a moan.
There was a fading bruise on the inside of his thigh, a double curve of yellow-green dots, and, god, it was right where Joe had-
“Is this mine?” he asked, fascinated, tracing the mark with his fingertips. "From when I..."
Len jerked desperately at his shirt cuff. “Of course. Who else could have...”
Joe growled and attacked the spot, scraping his teeth over the mark, sucking just enough to bring new blood close to the surface. Len shivered and swore under his breath then bit the button off his cuff, spat it out on the floor and stripped his shirt and undershirt off in one frantic motion.
"Up, Joe. Stand up." He tugged at Joe's hair. "Please," and Joe would've been very, very happy to, 'cause now he could taste everything on the way up: Len's sharp hips, pale smooth chest and little pink nipples. He would've also really liked to stop and just look, 'cause Len was finally, perfectly naked, and even sexier than he'd imagined. But his hands wouldn't leave Len's skin and he couldn't stop himself from swaying forward again and burying his nose in the crease of Len's thigh. He turned his face and gave a long, slow lick to the side of Len's beautiful cock and Len said his name again, sharply, gasping it. And then he suddenly stepped back, and Joe would have fallen if Len wasn't gripping his shoulders, hauling him up and toppling them both over onto the couch.
Len sprawled on top of him, skin to skin, lean, long and pleasantly heavy. He was holding both Joe's wrists down, licking his pecs and biting at his nipple, too hard, so damn good. His cock was poking just between Joe's thighs and Joe really, really needed to touch it, and Len’s ass, and his face, and his hair. He tried to pull free, wriggling under the weight of Len's naked body, and his wrists got squeezed tighter, till it almost hurt.
"Stop that, please," Len growled. He ran his tongue up Joe's neck and nipped the skin under his ear, which just made Joe squirm harder. "Do I need to tie you up?"
Joe laughed out loud, secretly surprised by how hot that sounded. He'd only tried it once, and it had been more funny than sexy, but with Len's slender fingers clasped on him like steel cuffs he could sort of see the appeal. He arched up, rubbing his hardon over Len's nice flat stomach and attempted to wriggle lower so their cocks could meet and say hi. Len shuddered above him, getting even harder, precome trailing wet between them.
"All right, then," he said, shifting and leaning down across the couch, and now Joe could taste his skin again, and slide his tongue into the shadowed dip between his collarbones. He was trying hard to slither out of his pants and throw his legs around Len's back, and almost missed it when a length of stiff leather wrapped tightly around his wrists, binding them together.
Now this was slightly less funny, really nothing like Mandy with her pink fuzzy handcuffs. But before he could say anything, his elbows were pinned above his head and Len was calmly tying the end of his belt to the leg of the bedside table.
"Hey. Len," He yanked on the belt, then froze as his favourite cactus rattled dangerously on the table. "Len, w-"
Len was staring down at him, speechlessly taking in the sight. And he had to look ridiculous - gaping like a fish, arms awkwardly wrenched up, hair flattened against the couch. But Len seemed completely awestruck, and his eyes were shining like this was the best thing he'd ever seen in his life. Joe's breath caught in his throat.
"Oh god," Len exhaled shakily. "Oh, Joe."
And he was too far away, Joe needed him closer, needed his mouth, all of him.
"Kiss me," he demanded. "Right fucking now, or…"
He didn't have to struggle for a good threat because Len was already kissing him in that amazing way of his, with soft lips and insistent tongue. His hands were running all over Joe's skin, tracing his ribs, squeezing his ass, brushing too lightly against his cock, smoothing over his hair. He stroked up Joe's arms, lingering where the edge of the belt was mercilessly pinching into his skin.
"You - don't mind this, do you?" he asked, cautiously.
"No," Joe admitted. Len was pressing him hard into the cushions with his thighs, resting heavy across Joe's chest, touching his wrists softly right next to the tight pull of the leather, and Joe couldn't move at all, could barely remember how to form words. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard. "It's, uh, kinda hot, actually."
Len leaned down to kiss him again, blocking out the lamplight, trapping Joe in a breathless little space against the arm of the couch. His hair fell forward, tickling Joe's face, and Joe wanted to thread his fingers through it, grab it and crush Len's mouth tighter against his.
"Hmm, what shall I do with you?" Len whispered into his ear, and into the other one, "Would you like a blowjob now?"
Joe panted something he hoped sounded like a yes, desperately straining forward to keep his lips on Len's skin, but he was sliding away, trailing licks and kisses in twisting lines over Joe's stomach. Joe kicked at his pants again, trying to wiggle up, and strong hands splayed over his hipbones, holding him still. Len gave him a disapproving look over his glasses, then opened his mouth.
Donny turned over and tried stuffing his head under the pillow, which, very predictably, didn’t help.
He could deal with Riley and Zane. It was all rustle and giggles with them; half of the time he couldn’t tell, even looking at them, if they were making out or wrestling. But this was different. Joe was cursing, struggling for breath, and his voice kept breaking out of a whisper, hitching desperately. He hadn’t brought anyone home for about five years, and Donny honestly couldn’t remember how he’d put up with it back then.
The fact that Joe was there with a guy helped a bit, at least there was no danger of popping a boner from all the audio porn. The other one was quiet; Donny caught his voice only a few times, and now it was almost drowned by Joe’s noises, surfacing only as short muffled moans.
Of course, his mouth was probably busy right now.
Donny gritted his teeth and attempted to count sheep. The imaginary sheep were wearing leather thongs, every single one of them.
Len always gave incredibly good head, but this go was fucking inspired. Joe had to bite his own shoulder, trying to stifle his moans, kept fighting Len's hold on his hips to rock up and up, into his sweet, welcoming mouth. Len was merciless, holding him right on the edge, drawing him deep, then mouthing the head, never quite hard enough for Joe to come.
"You're still not naked," Len observed, pulling back. His palms slid down Joe's legs to where his jeans bunched, forgotten, around his ankles. He smiled cheerfully, and the bottom dropped out of Joe's stomach. "Intolerable, really."
Len hitched Joe's legs up, then unhurriedly unzipped and pulled off his boots, one and then the other. His thumb dug into the arch of Joe's foot while he was working the jeans down his legs, something between soothing massage and ruthless tickling, and Joe tried not to twitch. Len peeled off one sock, planted a little wet kiss on each bare toe, smallest to largest, ran the smoothness of his cheek across the underside.
"That tickles," Joe panted, trying not to lash out with his captured foot. "Hey-"
"Ah." Len slid his tongue slowly over Joe's ankle, teeth just scraping the skin. "Sorry."
"Just get back here," Joe said, seriously thinking of sacrificing the cactus if it meant freedom to touch back.
Len smiled again, warm and happy, stripped off Joe's other sock, folded the pair neatly and tossed it over his shoulder.
"I just want to be sure you're comfortable," he said, and spread Joe's knees open and back, as wide as the couch would let him.
"Oh fuck," Joe panted, shivering at the touch of cool air. Now he couldn't move at all, pinned there with the belt taut around his wrists, his thighs pressed to his chest and Len staring at his crotch meditatively, clearly enjoying the view. His legs were shaking with the strain, and somehow he felt not naked enough, too hot, sweating under Len's palms. His cock jerked painfully against his stomach.
"Please," he said, not even sure what he was asking for at this point, and Len said, "All right."
Len hoisted his legs higher, gave his shaft just one slow lick and went lower to softly suck on his balls. “Mmm. What would you - oh, Joe, you look so good, let me just…”
His tongue travelled over Joe’s perineum, in a caress so sweet and hot Joe couldn’t complain. Then, a wet lick landed right across his asshole and lingered there. Joe froze, sucking a panicky breath through his dry lips.
“Len?” he asked, cautiously.
“Oh, you are very clean, Joe,” assured Len and licked again, harder. “You taste great.”
Joe tried to relax into it, and it wasn't difficult at all. He hadn't expected it to be that good but, god, it felt amazing - so fucking perfect he wanted to howl or laugh or say something unspeakably mushy. Keeping his voice down was quickly becoming impossible. Maybe Len could turn around and gag him with his cock, so Joe would be able to taste him while he was doing all those wonderful things…
Len’s tongue tip dipped in, sliding and swirling inside, and for a moment Joe thought he would come just from that. He was bent in half, knees to his chest, ass in the air and he couldn’t feel anything but Len licking into him deeper and deeper, searing his crotch with wet shaky breaths, making little happy sounds against his skin. It couldn’t get better, but he wanted more. Harder. All the way in.
“Len,” he said. “Stop.”
Len’s face came into view, mouth sexily swollen, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. Joe’s ass twitched; if being licked by Len was a cruel tease, the absence of Len’s mouth on his skin was plain unbearable.
“Condoms in my wallet,” he told Len. “Lube under the sofa cushions. Hurry up.”
For a moment Len silently stared at him, tightening his fingers on Joe’s calves, and then jumped off the couch to frantically paw through their discarded clothes. Joe took that opportunity to stretch his cramped legs, and flung them up again to rest on Len’s shoulders when he came back, suited up and good to go.
"Yeah, I'm ready," said Joe impatiently. Lubed fingers slid easily into his slick, well-licked ass, and he twisted his hips to take them deeper. "Come on, in me, NOW."
Len let out a slight groan, curled his fingers one last time, leaned closer - and there it was, this was it. Joe tried to hold still as Len’s cock pressed between his ass cheeks, rocked against the opening and pushed in, in, smoothly and slowly.
It had been months since he bottomed. Last time was when Luke and Jenny wanted a sandwich, before that - in summer, with Buzz. He didn’t miss it, and now it surprised him how much he wanted it, how eagerly his body opened up, taking it and waiting for more. He felt the ridge of the cockhead as it slid in and expected the pressure to ease up, but it kept growing. Len's thick cock was going deep into him, stretching him wider and wider, harsh and burning, too big to take. It was getting painful, and he felt his inner muscles beginning to clamp down in panic, making it worse. But then Len slid in fully, his cock a little bit thinner around the root, and that was enough to make it bearable, good, just right, just the pure pleasure of being full of hot hard flesh, having Len flush against him, snugly lodged deep inside.
Len took a deep breath, shaking slightly above him, awkwardly poised on elbows sunk into the couch cushions:
“Is it… Are you…”
All the words rushed back at once and then he couldn’t shut up.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes. I knew it, knew you’d feel this good, knew you’d be - oh fuck, do it, Len, come on, just like this…”
Len kissed his face, touched his cock, and that was too much, just one brush of his fingers was too hot right now.
“No, not yet, too close.” Joe tried to wriggle away, twisting against the belt, and the movement shifted the cock inside him, made it touch new places. “Fuck. Don’t wanna come yet. Take it easy, okay?”
“Of course, whatever you want,” Len said, beginning to move just a little bit, in and out in short testing strokes. “Oh, Joe. I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now.”
Fuck. That was - oh god. Joe's mouth fell open - probably about to say something horribly, irredeemably stupid - but then Len started to fuck him, hard, in even deep thrusts. All thoughts disappeared, leaving him gasping wordlessly and writhing on that sexy cock in mindless unbearable bliss.
Donny desperately wanted to throw something heavy against the wall and scream at them to keep it down, but if Joe had brought someone home after all this time, it was probably for a good reason.
Joe wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore, or maybe he couldn’t. His grunts were loud and regular, perfectly in time with creaking of the old couch. They were fucking now, screwing the hell out of each other not three feet away from him, right behind that thin wall. Donny could hear slaps of flesh on flesh and the other guy’s ragged, labored breathing.
The rhythm quickened, morphing into the almost constant whining of the couch springs. Donny stuck fingers into his ears and attempted to hum, but Joe’s yell cut through anyway.
It didn’t last long at all. In the middle of everything Len groaned helplessly, grabbed Joe's cock and started to come, pounding into him so fast he couldn’t even scream. A couple of uncoordinated, too harsh jerks was all it took, and Joe was there, stretched and pinned and coming so hard he honestly thought he’d black out.
When he resurfaced, Len was still inside him, breathing against his lips and muttering his name.
Of all the Len-kisses the ones right after orgasm were the best. Melty, soft, grateful. Joe felt like he never wanted to move, just wanted to fall asleep like that. But his hips and shoulders were sore and the belt buckle was digging into his wrist, and there was all the mess to deal with.
“Untie me,” he said, nudging Len with his chin.
“Oh! Sorry.” The knot came loose in seconds, and Len’s warm palms took his wrists, massaging carefully. “I didn't - Does it hurt?”
His face looked so soft, lips still flushed dark, and his glasses were crooked, sitting awkwardly on the tip of his nose. Joe pulled them off and ran his hand through Len's soft, sweat-damp hair, brushing it out of his eyes. "D'you see me complaining? All right, bathroom, that way…"
His legs were weak as jelly, so leaning on naked Len was really not a luxury, but a necessity. The manstockings had to come off, much to his chagrin, but when they managed to climb into the tub he spent some quality time sleepily groping Len with soap-slick hands while Len was washing both their hair.
Back in the living room, he helped Joe spread the bedsheet over the couch, fluffed the pillow and reached for his clothes.
“Unngh,” Joe said sternly, yawning widely and pulling them both down onto his makeshift bed. “Mmmph.”
“Well, if you say so.” Len nodded brightly and pillowed his cheek on Joe’s shoulder.
Joe threaded his arms around Len's warm back, making a half-hearted attempt to pull the blanket over both of them. Len might have finished the job, but Joe was out like a light before he could tell.