Los Angeles Is Burning
Title: Los Angeles Is Burning
Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres) Also, Jason Pominville/Drew Stafford.
Rating: R, for sex, and language.
Summary: Written for the challenge 'Boys Night Out' over at hockeychallenge. The Sabres head out to a bar in California for some late night drinks, and things get a bit interesting...Taken place for their California road trip in December.
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone. I'm just a writer, and I like having sexy boys toy with my mind like this.
Coming to the west coast for once is definitely a nice change. Okay, maybe besides the three hour change of time, considering we just flew from the Eastern Time zone to the Pacific; but still - the warmer temperature is a plus. Also, I won’t have to make fun of Thomas because of the fact that his skin is cracking like concrete on a hot, dry day. I’d always tell him back in Buffalo to put some moisturizer on his face before games, because I know his body isn’t ‘friendly’ with the cold out on the ice. I think it’s weird, since, you know, we do play hockey, but okay.
Lindy was telling us this morning that we would be able to hit the sites of Los Angeles before our first game on this road trip, tomorrow. I know the game tomorrow night is going to be special; especially to Ryan. Since his brother, Drew, is playing with the Ducks this season, it’s basically going to be their first time playing against each other in a professional sense. Also, they were the Stanley Cup champions last season, so…it should be a good experience for our young team.
I’m staring out of my hotel window; thinking about what places I’ll be checking out in good ol’ LA, when Thomas creeps up from behind and wraps his arms around my waist. “Are you ready to go, sunshine?” He whispers into my ear, and I practically melt backwards into his grasp. I haven’t really been able to spend much time with him since the plane landed, besides practices and team meals. If it weren’t for the neighboring teammates on both sides of our room, he and I would be screwing each other until the early hours of the morning. The only problem is, I have the tendency to scream into the pillow, and Thomas likes saying ‘Fuck’ a little too often, so that’s a no-go on road trips. We’d have our asses chewed out by the guys next door.
“Ready when you are, sweetheart.” I say, twisting my neck around to give him a peck on his lips. His hand lifts up to caress the back of my neck, and he pulls me forward to lock lips once more. It’s taking all of my willpower to not pry his tender lips open with my tongue, because I have missed these moments; these moments with just the both of us, in solitude. It seems since the season began, him and I haven’t been able to share enough quality time alone with each other. This trip will be good for the both of us.
I want this moment to last forever, but that’s when his lips move away from my own. My eyes open to slits, and I look into his riveting, blue ones. “I love you, Derek.” His voice is almost inaudible, as he murmurs those words to me. A small smile appears on my face, and two of my fingers run through his recently cut hair. “I love you too, Thomas.” I notice he has that twinkle in his eyes; one that I love seeing. I nuzzle the top of my head into his chin, and close my eyes again. “So, where were we going to head off to this evening?”
His nose rubs against the top of my head, and I can hear his breathing suddenly hitch in his lungs. “The guys were talking about going to some bar downtown…I guess they have a dance floor, and everything.” I can feel his breath on my ear now, as he starts to speak in my ear. “Mmm…and you know what I thought of when I heard ‘dance floor’?” His voice changes into that low growl that he knows I love. “…What?” I say hesitantly, but I know what he’s thinking of already. I can usually figure out his thoughts, especially when they’re dirty.
“Hm, well…I thought of us dancing in close proximity with each other…” I can feel one of his hands trailing south from my stomach, now. “Especially during those fast songs, you know…and I’d kiss your neck…” Thomas’ lips brush against the side of my neck, and I stifle a moan deep in my throat. God, he knows exactly how to make me hot and bothered. “One of my hands would be preoccupied, too…” I feel his hand brush up against my slowly hardening erection, and I manage to groan out a ‘Thomas, stop…’. His lips curve into a smile on my neck, and he gives it a quick peck. “Just a preview of later - I’m sure.” He gives my inner thigh a quick squeeze before finally letting me go from the pleasurable torture. “We better get going. The guys are probably wondering where the hell we are.” He grabs his sunglasses, along with mine, and hands them to me. “What are you going to say?” I ask, still sort of feeling the presence of Thomas’ hand against my thigh. “Oh, nottthing!” He laughs, and puts his sunglasses on. “I’ll just say that you were too busy getting yourself fixed for a hot date this evening, that’s all.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Then that’s when they’ll say that you’re my hot date, Thomas.” I then grin up at him, and latch my hand onto his. “I shall be agreeing with them on that one, you can count on it.”
“Aww!” He kisses my cheek, rubs his nose into it. “You’re so sweet, you know that? My Roysie; always knows how to make me smile.” We walk together towards the door, and he opens it to reveal a beat red Brian Campbell, who is currently laughing his ass off, and Jason Pominville, who is trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. I glare at the both of them, and move closer to Thomas. “Oh Derek!” Brian, after collecting himself, latches himself onto Jason’s shoulder. “You’re sooooo sweet!” He flutters his eyelashes at him, and then bursts out laughing again. Jason just shakes his head, and looks at both Thomas and I. “Sorry you guys. Soupy forced me to come up here and see what was taking so long, but we heard you two talking, so decided to listen in…” I look over at Thomas, and see his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. The poor guy is embarrassed. I’m just angry.
“Yeah, because we all know Pommers is a reaaal perv. He probably thought you two were…”
“Shut up! I was not!” Jason turns his head to look down the hotel corridor, and coughs. “Anyways…we better get going. We have a bunch of starving hockey players down there that want some drinks, and some food.”
“You’re right.” Thomas finally speaks, and begins to drag me along down the hallway. “Oh, and Soupy?” He turns to look at the redhead.
“Yeah, Van?” Soupy is wiping his eyes from the mass of tears he had streaming down his face, before.
“That was a horrible impersonation of me. You need to brush up on your skills, dude.” Thomas just smirks, and gives me another kiss on the cheek as we continue down the hallway.
As we walk, I can hear Jason saying to Brian behind us: “Next time you tell someone how much of a ‘perv’ I am, I’m putting ice shavings in your jock!”
I can’t help but chuckle.
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I immediately knew that this team outing to the bar would be interesting, as soon as Thomas had groped my ass on our way through the door. He squeezed harder when he caught a guy sitting near the door staring at me - or, where Thomas’ hand currently was. A quick flick of his tongue and the feeling of wetness suddenly hit my ear told me he had just leaned down to lick the outer shell of it; giving the other guy a hint that I was Thomas’ and no one else’s for the taking.
Thomas had told me that he would catch up with me soon at the bar after he talked to Ales and Spach about some things. I took a guess that they were speaking in Czech, so I wouldn’t have been able to understand what the hell they were saying anyways. Being Canadian doesn’t come with all the perks, unfortunately.
I sit at the bar now, with a Miller Light set in front of me (Ironic, huh?), and I’ve barely even touched it. A part of me isn’t in the mood to drink tonight, while the other part says ‘Why not?’ I have a game tomorrow night, that’s why. I tell myself, and shrug off the one half of my conscience.
Suddenly, I feel a hand grasp onto my shoulder. I turn and expect to see my Austrian lover smiling at me, but instead I see Ryan Miller, and another guy with him - by the looks of it, he’s his brother. “Roysie, I’d like you to meet my brother. Drew, this is Derek.” Ryan smiles at his brother, and I turn to give him another look-over as I hold out my hand for him to shake. I notice how they don’t exactly resemble each other, but you can definitely tell they’re siblings. “Very nice to meet you, Derek.” Drew smiles at me, and I flash one back. “Nice to meet you as well, Drew.”
The three of us chat for awhile about hockey-related subjects, and I also get an inside look of what life was like in the Miller household in the brothers’ younger years. I heard already from Ryan that he and Drew had frequently played hockey against each other when they were little, and that he didn’t know what the all time series was for them both. “This is just going to be a lot different though, having this match up be a professional one for once.” Ryan says as he takes a sip of his beer.
“Oh yeah, wow.” I suddenly say, shaking my head a bit. “I completely forgot you were a youngster on the Ducks, Drew. Must be this beer; making me forget things tonight. Should be interesting trying to beat your brother, eh?” I laugh a little, and look over at Ryan, who now has a wide grin on his face. “Bah, I’ve beaten him five hole, top shelf, off the crossbar…you name it, I’ve done it to him.” A smile appears on Drew’s face, and he gets a shove from his older brother. “Shut up, man. You haven’t beaten me five hole, yet.”
“I will tomorrow.”
“Will not.”
“Will to.”
I smile, and leave them to their playful arguing as I turn my head to look out on the dance floor. There are bodies scattered everywhere, and I can’t help but notice two very familiar looking men grinding against each other.
Jason Pominville and Drew Stafford.
I’m about to say ‘Holy shit.’ outloud before I feel a rough hand grab my slight erection through my jeans. I look down, and know straight away whose hand that is. “Thomas…” I moan out rather than say, and I feel his hot breath hit my ear.
“I couldn’t help but notice Pommers and Staff dancing out there with each other…so I thought, I should take my good looking boyfriend out there, and do the same.” He growls out, as his grasp on my now hardened erection tightens. I can smell the slight scent of alcohol caked on his breath as it reaches my nostrils, and I smirk. He’s tipsy, all right.
“Then why don’t you take me out there already, and dance?” I remark, and grab onto the hand that’s not preoccupied. I hear him chuckle slowly, and he begins to pull me off of my stool. “Come on then, Roysie. Let’s show those two how it’s done.”
Thomas slightly stumbles along with me to the dance floor, and we pick our designated spot right next to our teammates. Jason is grinding back against Drew, as the younger man is ravishing the other’s neck. The moans coming out of Jason’s mouth makes my erection twinge a bit in my pants, and I can’t help but stifle out a quiet moan myself. “So, I didn’t know you two were together!” Thomas yells over to the other dancing couple as he comes up behind me, and wraps his arms around my waist. After Jason’s post-slight orgasmic bliss, he looks over at the both of us. “We’re not!” He yells back, and then smirks. “I’m just fucking him for the hell of it!” My mouth slightly drops open, and he laughs when he sees my reaction. “I’m kidding! Jesus, Derek, it looked like you were going to have a heart attack for a minute!” Drew then looks up from his current session of biting his lover’s neck, and smiles provocatively. “He’s lying! I’m doing this because I like his ass!” He squeezes the older man’s behind, and Jason smiles again. “Don’t listen to him - he’s a jerk, and I think he’s drunk!” Jason and I shared something in common tonight. Both of our boyfriends were either drunk, or slightly tipsy. I didn’t exactly mind.
“I think Thomas is tipsy, honestly!” I yell out, and a tongue swipes the left side of my neck. A gasp escapes my mouth, and I lean back against him. “I may be tipsy, but I know exactly what I’m doing, Derek…” Then a bite is felt on my neck, and I moan out. “Thomas…fuck.”
“You know I would do it, Derek. Don’t tempt me.” Thomas whispers those last words in my ear, and turns me around in his arms. My blue eyes look up into his, and I see that same look he gives me during late night sex sessions. His eyelids are lowered slightly, and he’s giving me that smirk…that smirk that tells me that he’s planning something naughty, and I have the strongest feeling I’m going to like it. “God, you’re delicious.” He finally says to me, and that’s the last bit I can handle before I grab his face and press my lips hard against his. His tongue slides against my lips; just begging to gain entrance to my mouth, and I grant him his wish. Our saliva mixes together as our tongues dance and clash to the beat of the music in the background. A part of me had actually forgotten that there was even music, because I was being preoccupied otherwise.
He releases himself from our kiss, and spins me back around in his arms again. I whimper, as I was rather enjoying our tongue fucking session, but I forget that as I feel his left hand - slowly - inching towards the front of my pants. I can barely hear the lyrics blasting through loudspeakers, but I hear two lines:
~…I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me…~
I think ‘God, that is exactly how Thomas is acting right now…’, and I feel his hand brush against my hardened erection. It’s been taunting me and pulsating, just begging to be released from the prison that my pants have been keeping it in, but I know we can’t have sex on the dance floor. Not in public-
But then I find out just how tipsy Thomas really is, because his hand that has been brushing against my erection actually goes down my pants. “Thomas, what are you…” My eyes widen, and I look down to see his fist disappear down my clothing. “Shh…” He says into my ear, and I can feel two of his fingers stroke my length slightly. A moan comes out of my lips, and I can’t help but lean my head back against his. “I can see that your erection needs tending to…I think my hand will be happy to oblige.”
If Thomas was actually sober, he wouldn’t be doing this to me right now. His hand wouldn’t be stroking my erection to the beat of the music, and I wouldn’t be cussing out at the top of my lungs; acting as if him and I were the only ones out on the dance floor. He’s the type of guy that does these sorts of things to me behind closed doors, and not in the public eye. Though, at this point in time? I’m not really caring about what he usually does and doesn’t do. My mind is too fixated on the fact that I’m thrusting myself into his hand, and my arms have gone over my head and behind his to bring him closer to me.
“Derek…God, you’re so fucking hot when you moan out and swear so loud that everyone can hear you…” He licks the shell of my ear again, and I can hear him panting along with the rhythm of his strokes. I can feel my climax about to come on and I thrust myself harder and quicker into his hand, as I begin to grunt. “Thomas, I’m going to…I’m going to…” My eyelids flutter, and I come into his hand and my pants in three loads. I ride out my orgasm until every last droplet is out, and I fall limp into Thomas’ arms. He laughs low and slowly, and his lips brush against my cheek; a smile forming on them. “I think you and I should hit the shower when we get back to the hotel, huh?” Thomas pulls out his semen-covered hand from my jeans, and licks the palm of it; taking in every last particle of semen on it. I grab his arm, and turn my head to look at him in the eyes. “Yeah…” I breathe out slowly; still getting over my orgasm. “But when we’re in there, I’m going to blow you to kingdom come, buddy.”
“Oh, I’m going to come all right, Roysie.” He winks down at me, and kisses my lips tenderly. I can taste myself on his lips, and I slide my tongue along them to catch some excess semen that was there.
As I pull away, I smile seductively and lick my lips once more before I start dancing back against him.
He did say he wanted to show Jason and Drew how it’s done, didn’t he?
Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres) Also, Jason Pominville/Drew Stafford.
Rating: R, for sex, and language.
Summary: Written for the challenge 'Boys Night Out' over at hockeychallenge. The Sabres head out to a bar in California for some late night drinks, and things get a bit interesting...Taken place for their California road trip in December.
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone. I'm just a writer, and I like having sexy boys toy with my mind like this.
Coming to the west coast for once is definitely a nice change. Okay, maybe besides the three hour change of time, considering we just flew from the Eastern Time zone to the Pacific; but still - the warmer temperature is a plus. Also, I won’t have to make fun of Thomas because of the fact that his skin is cracking like concrete on a hot, dry day. I’d always tell him back in Buffalo to put some moisturizer on his face before games, because I know his body isn’t ‘friendly’ with the cold out on the ice. I think it’s weird, since, you know, we do play hockey, but okay.
Lindy was telling us this morning that we would be able to hit the sites of Los Angeles before our first game on this road trip, tomorrow. I know the game tomorrow night is going to be special; especially to Ryan. Since his brother, Drew, is playing with the Ducks this season, it’s basically going to be their first time playing against each other in a professional sense. Also, they were the Stanley Cup champions last season, so…it should be a good experience for our young team.
I’m staring out of my hotel window; thinking about what places I’ll be checking out in good ol’ LA, when Thomas creeps up from behind and wraps his arms around my waist. “Are you ready to go, sunshine?” He whispers into my ear, and I practically melt backwards into his grasp. I haven’t really been able to spend much time with him since the plane landed, besides practices and team meals. If it weren’t for the neighboring teammates on both sides of our room, he and I would be screwing each other until the early hours of the morning. The only problem is, I have the tendency to scream into the pillow, and Thomas likes saying ‘Fuck’ a little too often, so that’s a no-go on road trips. We’d have our asses chewed out by the guys next door.
“Ready when you are, sweetheart.” I say, twisting my neck around to give him a peck on his lips. His hand lifts up to caress the back of my neck, and he pulls me forward to lock lips once more. It’s taking all of my willpower to not pry his tender lips open with my tongue, because I have missed these moments; these moments with just the both of us, in solitude. It seems since the season began, him and I haven’t been able to share enough quality time alone with each other. This trip will be good for the both of us.
I want this moment to last forever, but that’s when his lips move away from my own. My eyes open to slits, and I look into his riveting, blue ones. “I love you, Derek.” His voice is almost inaudible, as he murmurs those words to me. A small smile appears on my face, and two of my fingers run through his recently cut hair. “I love you too, Thomas.” I notice he has that twinkle in his eyes; one that I love seeing. I nuzzle the top of my head into his chin, and close my eyes again. “So, where were we going to head off to this evening?”
His nose rubs against the top of my head, and I can hear his breathing suddenly hitch in his lungs. “The guys were talking about going to some bar downtown…I guess they have a dance floor, and everything.” I can feel his breath on my ear now, as he starts to speak in my ear. “Mmm…and you know what I thought of when I heard ‘dance floor’?” His voice changes into that low growl that he knows I love. “…What?” I say hesitantly, but I know what he’s thinking of already. I can usually figure out his thoughts, especially when they’re dirty.
“Hm, well…I thought of us dancing in close proximity with each other…” I can feel one of his hands trailing south from my stomach, now. “Especially during those fast songs, you know…and I’d kiss your neck…” Thomas’ lips brush against the side of my neck, and I stifle a moan deep in my throat. God, he knows exactly how to make me hot and bothered. “One of my hands would be preoccupied, too…” I feel his hand brush up against my slowly hardening erection, and I manage to groan out a ‘Thomas, stop…’. His lips curve into a smile on my neck, and he gives it a quick peck. “Just a preview of later - I’m sure.” He gives my inner thigh a quick squeeze before finally letting me go from the pleasurable torture. “We better get going. The guys are probably wondering where the hell we are.” He grabs his sunglasses, along with mine, and hands them to me. “What are you going to say?” I ask, still sort of feeling the presence of Thomas’ hand against my thigh. “Oh, nottthing!” He laughs, and puts his sunglasses on. “I’ll just say that you were too busy getting yourself fixed for a hot date this evening, that’s all.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Then that’s when they’ll say that you’re my hot date, Thomas.” I then grin up at him, and latch my hand onto his. “I shall be agreeing with them on that one, you can count on it.”
“Aww!” He kisses my cheek, rubs his nose into it. “You’re so sweet, you know that? My Roysie; always knows how to make me smile.” We walk together towards the door, and he opens it to reveal a beat red Brian Campbell, who is currently laughing his ass off, and Jason Pominville, who is trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. I glare at the both of them, and move closer to Thomas. “Oh Derek!” Brian, after collecting himself, latches himself onto Jason’s shoulder. “You’re sooooo sweet!” He flutters his eyelashes at him, and then bursts out laughing again. Jason just shakes his head, and looks at both Thomas and I. “Sorry you guys. Soupy forced me to come up here and see what was taking so long, but we heard you two talking, so decided to listen in…” I look over at Thomas, and see his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. The poor guy is embarrassed. I’m just angry.
“Yeah, because we all know Pommers is a reaaal perv. He probably thought you two were…”
“Shut up! I was not!” Jason turns his head to look down the hotel corridor, and coughs. “Anyways…we better get going. We have a bunch of starving hockey players down there that want some drinks, and some food.”
“You’re right.” Thomas finally speaks, and begins to drag me along down the hallway. “Oh, and Soupy?” He turns to look at the redhead.
“Yeah, Van?” Soupy is wiping his eyes from the mass of tears he had streaming down his face, before.
“That was a horrible impersonation of me. You need to brush up on your skills, dude.” Thomas just smirks, and gives me another kiss on the cheek as we continue down the hallway.
As we walk, I can hear Jason saying to Brian behind us: “Next time you tell someone how much of a ‘perv’ I am, I’m putting ice shavings in your jock!”
I can’t help but chuckle.
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I immediately knew that this team outing to the bar would be interesting, as soon as Thomas had groped my ass on our way through the door. He squeezed harder when he caught a guy sitting near the door staring at me - or, where Thomas’ hand currently was. A quick flick of his tongue and the feeling of wetness suddenly hit my ear told me he had just leaned down to lick the outer shell of it; giving the other guy a hint that I was Thomas’ and no one else’s for the taking.
Thomas had told me that he would catch up with me soon at the bar after he talked to Ales and Spach about some things. I took a guess that they were speaking in Czech, so I wouldn’t have been able to understand what the hell they were saying anyways. Being Canadian doesn’t come with all the perks, unfortunately.
I sit at the bar now, with a Miller Light set in front of me (Ironic, huh?), and I’ve barely even touched it. A part of me isn’t in the mood to drink tonight, while the other part says ‘Why not?’ I have a game tomorrow night, that’s why. I tell myself, and shrug off the one half of my conscience.
Suddenly, I feel a hand grasp onto my shoulder. I turn and expect to see my Austrian lover smiling at me, but instead I see Ryan Miller, and another guy with him - by the looks of it, he’s his brother. “Roysie, I’d like you to meet my brother. Drew, this is Derek.” Ryan smiles at his brother, and I turn to give him another look-over as I hold out my hand for him to shake. I notice how they don’t exactly resemble each other, but you can definitely tell they’re siblings. “Very nice to meet you, Derek.” Drew smiles at me, and I flash one back. “Nice to meet you as well, Drew.”
The three of us chat for awhile about hockey-related subjects, and I also get an inside look of what life was like in the Miller household in the brothers’ younger years. I heard already from Ryan that he and Drew had frequently played hockey against each other when they were little, and that he didn’t know what the all time series was for them both. “This is just going to be a lot different though, having this match up be a professional one for once.” Ryan says as he takes a sip of his beer.
“Oh yeah, wow.” I suddenly say, shaking my head a bit. “I completely forgot you were a youngster on the Ducks, Drew. Must be this beer; making me forget things tonight. Should be interesting trying to beat your brother, eh?” I laugh a little, and look over at Ryan, who now has a wide grin on his face. “Bah, I’ve beaten him five hole, top shelf, off the crossbar…you name it, I’ve done it to him.” A smile appears on Drew’s face, and he gets a shove from his older brother. “Shut up, man. You haven’t beaten me five hole, yet.”
“I will tomorrow.”
“Will not.”
“Will to.”
I smile, and leave them to their playful arguing as I turn my head to look out on the dance floor. There are bodies scattered everywhere, and I can’t help but notice two very familiar looking men grinding against each other.
Jason Pominville and Drew Stafford.
I’m about to say ‘Holy shit.’ outloud before I feel a rough hand grab my slight erection through my jeans. I look down, and know straight away whose hand that is. “Thomas…” I moan out rather than say, and I feel his hot breath hit my ear.
“I couldn’t help but notice Pommers and Staff dancing out there with each other…so I thought, I should take my good looking boyfriend out there, and do the same.” He growls out, as his grasp on my now hardened erection tightens. I can smell the slight scent of alcohol caked on his breath as it reaches my nostrils, and I smirk. He’s tipsy, all right.
“Then why don’t you take me out there already, and dance?” I remark, and grab onto the hand that’s not preoccupied. I hear him chuckle slowly, and he begins to pull me off of my stool. “Come on then, Roysie. Let’s show those two how it’s done.”
Thomas slightly stumbles along with me to the dance floor, and we pick our designated spot right next to our teammates. Jason is grinding back against Drew, as the younger man is ravishing the other’s neck. The moans coming out of Jason’s mouth makes my erection twinge a bit in my pants, and I can’t help but stifle out a quiet moan myself. “So, I didn’t know you two were together!” Thomas yells over to the other dancing couple as he comes up behind me, and wraps his arms around my waist. After Jason’s post-slight orgasmic bliss, he looks over at the both of us. “We’re not!” He yells back, and then smirks. “I’m just fucking him for the hell of it!” My mouth slightly drops open, and he laughs when he sees my reaction. “I’m kidding! Jesus, Derek, it looked like you were going to have a heart attack for a minute!” Drew then looks up from his current session of biting his lover’s neck, and smiles provocatively. “He’s lying! I’m doing this because I like his ass!” He squeezes the older man’s behind, and Jason smiles again. “Don’t listen to him - he’s a jerk, and I think he’s drunk!” Jason and I shared something in common tonight. Both of our boyfriends were either drunk, or slightly tipsy. I didn’t exactly mind.
“I think Thomas is tipsy, honestly!” I yell out, and a tongue swipes the left side of my neck. A gasp escapes my mouth, and I lean back against him. “I may be tipsy, but I know exactly what I’m doing, Derek…” Then a bite is felt on my neck, and I moan out. “Thomas…fuck.”
“You know I would do it, Derek. Don’t tempt me.” Thomas whispers those last words in my ear, and turns me around in his arms. My blue eyes look up into his, and I see that same look he gives me during late night sex sessions. His eyelids are lowered slightly, and he’s giving me that smirk…that smirk that tells me that he’s planning something naughty, and I have the strongest feeling I’m going to like it. “God, you’re delicious.” He finally says to me, and that’s the last bit I can handle before I grab his face and press my lips hard against his. His tongue slides against my lips; just begging to gain entrance to my mouth, and I grant him his wish. Our saliva mixes together as our tongues dance and clash to the beat of the music in the background. A part of me had actually forgotten that there was even music, because I was being preoccupied otherwise.
He releases himself from our kiss, and spins me back around in his arms again. I whimper, as I was rather enjoying our tongue fucking session, but I forget that as I feel his left hand - slowly - inching towards the front of my pants. I can barely hear the lyrics blasting through loudspeakers, but I hear two lines:
~…I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me…~
I think ‘God, that is exactly how Thomas is acting right now…’, and I feel his hand brush against my hardened erection. It’s been taunting me and pulsating, just begging to be released from the prison that my pants have been keeping it in, but I know we can’t have sex on the dance floor. Not in public-
But then I find out just how tipsy Thomas really is, because his hand that has been brushing against my erection actually goes down my pants. “Thomas, what are you…” My eyes widen, and I look down to see his fist disappear down my clothing. “Shh…” He says into my ear, and I can feel two of his fingers stroke my length slightly. A moan comes out of my lips, and I can’t help but lean my head back against his. “I can see that your erection needs tending to…I think my hand will be happy to oblige.”
If Thomas was actually sober, he wouldn’t be doing this to me right now. His hand wouldn’t be stroking my erection to the beat of the music, and I wouldn’t be cussing out at the top of my lungs; acting as if him and I were the only ones out on the dance floor. He’s the type of guy that does these sorts of things to me behind closed doors, and not in the public eye. Though, at this point in time? I’m not really caring about what he usually does and doesn’t do. My mind is too fixated on the fact that I’m thrusting myself into his hand, and my arms have gone over my head and behind his to bring him closer to me.
“Derek…God, you’re so fucking hot when you moan out and swear so loud that everyone can hear you…” He licks the shell of my ear again, and I can hear him panting along with the rhythm of his strokes. I can feel my climax about to come on and I thrust myself harder and quicker into his hand, as I begin to grunt. “Thomas, I’m going to…I’m going to…” My eyelids flutter, and I come into his hand and my pants in three loads. I ride out my orgasm until every last droplet is out, and I fall limp into Thomas’ arms. He laughs low and slowly, and his lips brush against my cheek; a smile forming on them. “I think you and I should hit the shower when we get back to the hotel, huh?” Thomas pulls out his semen-covered hand from my jeans, and licks the palm of it; taking in every last particle of semen on it. I grab his arm, and turn my head to look at him in the eyes. “Yeah…” I breathe out slowly; still getting over my orgasm. “But when we’re in there, I’m going to blow you to kingdom come, buddy.”
“Oh, I’m going to come all right, Roysie.” He winks down at me, and kisses my lips tenderly. I can taste myself on his lips, and I slide my tongue along them to catch some excess semen that was there.
As I pull away, I smile seductively and lick my lips once more before I start dancing back against him.
He did say he wanted to show Jason and Drew how it’s done, didn’t he?