High For This: Aaron Hernandez/Tim TebowdarkeyedresolveDecember 26 2011, 00:30:18 UTC
Tim leaned over the sink, as the steam of the shower rolled out of the bathroom and into the smallish apartment. He ran his fingers along his freshly shaved jawline, expecting it for any missed hairs. With bright blue eyes narrowed, Tebow moved his hand down the front of his muscular torso. During his hot post workout shower, Tim had felt desire build within him. Maybe it was all the attractive men at the gym, all of looks he got and invitations unspoken that he denied, or the realization he was a 22 year old virgin. All of his friends thought it was ridiculous, especially his coworkers at the club. How could a stripper still be a virgin?
He watched his hand move in the foggy mirror as it dipped, and dipped to his wet cock. Biting on his lip, Tim touched his warm flesh with a few loose, long strokes of his hand. He moaned softly as his cock stiffened under his rough fingers, and his grip tightened around it. The muscles of his big, powerful body rippled as his hips began to slide back and forth. Tebow had closed his eyes to just feel it, to just feel the pleasure that was running through his body.
"You just gonna stand there and beat off?" Aaron Hernandez broke Tebow's private moment, his former college teammate, current roommate and rookie cop.
"A-Aaron?!" Tebow turned red in the face and quickly wrapped a towel around his trim waist, "I-I d-didn't, uh, hear you come in."
"You seemed pretty into to hear much of anything." Aaron smirked as he let Tim slide past, enjoying the movement of those broad shoulders and round ass.
"I thought you were working a later shift." Tim clasped a silver, simple cross around his neck before sitting down on his bed.
"Nah, I'm off earlier tonight." Aaron was already in his civilian clothing, short sleeve t-shirt that showed his strong, tattooed arms and jeans. "You working tonight?"
"No," Tebow looked up at him with open of his big grins, "Looks like we will be home together." Tim really enjoyed just being able to be with Aaron, someone who didn't judge him for being anything other than Tim.
"Well I got something special for that." Hernandez plopped down on the bed by the bigger man and promptly dropped a plastic bag on to Tebow's lap.
"What's this?" Tim blinked as he picked the bag up, "It looks like rolled up pieces of paper."
Aaron shook his head for a moment, he would blame Tebow's parents for this incredibly amount of naivete their son had. He reached up and slowly rubbed the back of Tim's thick neck, "It's a joint, Timmy, we are going to smoke it."
"Aaron, you know I don't do drugs." Tebow shook his head, but not hard enough to shake Aaron off.
"I know but this is pot," Hernandez leaned in closer, he breathed in the clean scent off Tim's skin, "It's natural, God made."
"You're a cop now," Tim shifted, letting Aaron get in closer, "You shouldn't be doing this anymore." Tebow had let Aaron's bad habit go, even though he reminded him constantly why it was bad.
"I won't be drug tested for awhile," Hernandez slowly moved his hand down along Tim's side, wear he let his fingers lightly run along the curves of muscle.
"It's breaking the law." Tebow looked at him dead on, his eyes steady into Aaron's.
"But its been stressful, why don't we just relax for once?" Aaron leaned in close and nuzzled his cheek against Tim's, his stubble brushing along that baby smooth skin.
"Relax..." Tebow repeated, the skin on skin sensation almost made him moan. He was particularly needy right now, maybe it was this stripping job he had taken to make some money till he got a full time training job. Tim was surrounded by sex, people who were giving it and people who wanted it; it was a superman effort to deny it every night he was there.
He watched his hand move in the foggy mirror as it dipped, and dipped to his wet cock. Biting on his lip, Tim touched his warm flesh with a few loose, long strokes of his hand. He moaned softly as his cock stiffened under his rough fingers, and his grip tightened around it. The muscles of his big, powerful body rippled as his hips began to slide back and forth. Tebow had closed his eyes to just feel it, to just feel the pleasure that was running through his body.
"You just gonna stand there and beat off?" Aaron Hernandez broke Tebow's private moment, his former college teammate, current roommate and rookie cop.
"A-Aaron?!" Tebow turned red in the face and quickly wrapped a towel around his trim waist, "I-I d-didn't, uh, hear you come in."
"You seemed pretty into to hear much of anything." Aaron smirked as he let Tim slide past, enjoying the movement of those broad shoulders and round ass.
"I thought you were working a later shift." Tim clasped a silver, simple cross around his neck before sitting down on his bed.
"Nah, I'm off earlier tonight." Aaron was already in his civilian clothing, short sleeve t-shirt that showed his strong, tattooed arms and jeans. "You working tonight?"
"No," Tebow looked up at him with open of his big grins, "Looks like we will be home together." Tim really enjoyed just being able to be with Aaron, someone who didn't judge him for being anything other than Tim.
"Well I got something special for that." Hernandez plopped down on the bed by the bigger man and promptly dropped a plastic bag on to Tebow's lap.
"What's this?" Tim blinked as he picked the bag up, "It looks like rolled up pieces of paper."
Aaron shook his head for a moment, he would blame Tebow's parents for this incredibly amount of naivete their son had. He reached up and slowly rubbed the back of Tim's thick neck, "It's a joint, Timmy, we are going to smoke it."
"Aaron, you know I don't do drugs." Tebow shook his head, but not hard enough to shake Aaron off.
"I know but this is pot," Hernandez leaned in closer, he breathed in the clean scent off Tim's skin, "It's natural, God made."
"You're a cop now," Tim shifted, letting Aaron get in closer, "You shouldn't be doing this anymore." Tebow had let Aaron's bad habit go, even though he reminded him constantly why it was bad.
"I won't be drug tested for awhile," Hernandez slowly moved his hand down along Tim's side, wear he let his fingers lightly run along the curves of muscle.
"It's breaking the law." Tebow looked at him dead on, his eyes steady into Aaron's.
"But its been stressful, why don't we just relax for once?" Aaron leaned in close and nuzzled his cheek against Tim's, his stubble brushing along that baby smooth skin.
"Relax..." Tebow repeated, the skin on skin sensation almost made him moan. He was particularly needy right now, maybe it was this stripping job he had taken to make some money till he got a full time training job. Tim was surrounded by sex, people who were giving it and people who wanted it; it was a superman effort to deny it every night he was there.
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