Story: Harold and Kumar Go to Amsterdam (Harold/Kumar--smutty!)
So, do you want to know what's ridiculous? What's ridiculous is that the last piece of fanfiction I wrote was in, like, 2002? Maybe? It was in due South, and that's about the right time period. So, then popslash for about 2 years after that and not once did I have any kind of inclination to write in that fandom. And then a good year or so spent reading Harry Potter, at least, if not very actively participating in the fandom, and all I've got is a couple pages of aged-up Dan Radcliffe/Rupert Grint RPS, and a few pages of a Harry/Ron story. And then the interest waned, and the fandom that I'm really excited about right now is SGA, and maybe I could end up writing in that fandom--I sure hope so--but I have no ideas as of yet.
However, what movie suddenly inspired me to write an actual story about a week or so ago? Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. A Harold/Kumar story, a story for which there is no actual fandom at all, and it's not very long, and it's mostly just sex, but it's finished, and I'm posting it, by God.
Harold and Kumar Go to Amsterdam by Aral
Rating: Lots of sex
Thanks: To trixiesfic and smallbeer for beta action. Much appreciated, and I extra specially appreciated the quick turn-around so I could post this before I leave. Thank you so much! I have revised some post-beta, so any mistakes are mine.
Harold and Kumar Go to Amsterdam
Harold and Kumar crashed through the door of the stairwell, careened around the corner and down the hall, and threw themselves against the wall. Bending over to catch his heaving breath and cursing quietly, Kumar looked up and down the hall. They were so screwed.
Harold panted beside him and sent Kumar a long withering look before hissing, "You had no idea." Kumar shook his head, and Harold snorted, which came out kind of weak since he hadn't fully caught his breath. "No idea that the gorilla of a man on the other side of the pool was her bodyguard. She didn't mention to you that she was a Russian ballerina, or that she was the daughter of the Russian ambassador, or that she was 16 years old. That never once came up during the entire time you were offering her weed and trying to get into her pants."
He looked like he wanted to kick Kumar's ass, or leave him to the contingent of bodyguards, who were bound to find this hallway at any moment. Kumar wanted to bitch back, but they were screwed, and Harold was kind of right, and, fuck, they just needed to get the hell out of this hotel.
An elevator dinged quietly somewhere not too close by, then shouting and running footsteps disrupted the quiet and quickly moved their way. They exchanged panicked looks. Harold pointed at a door slightly ajar down the hall, and they scrambled for it, Kumar swinging the door open as Harold pushed frantically at his shoulders. They jumped into the closet and into each other's arms. Kumar reached around Harold and brought the door very carefully and quietly closed behind them. Harold's harsh "Fuck!" whispered against Kumar's ear as his arms wrapped around Kumar's back, clutching and bunching up his t-shirt with clenched fists. Kumar clung to him, too, feeling their hearts pounding and their breath coming in heavy hot bursts against each other's shoulders.
Harold was shaking a little and squeezing him tightly, and Kumar had the sudden and inappropriate urge to giggle. This was kind of gay. They were hugging and panting together, in a closet. He opened his mouth to point out to Harold just how gay he was being, when they heard a rush of footsteps thunder past their closet door and stop a little further down the hallway. Harold's body tensed against his, and he turned his head so his mouth was almost pressed against Kumar's neck. Kumar couldn't feel him breathing, and he realized he was holding his own breath, and his hands might, in fact, have wrapped more completely around Harold's back and shoulders, practically cradling him, in fact, dude, okay. Kumar wanted the footsteps and voices to move it the hell along because they needed to get out of this hotel really fucking soon. And to be fair, he thought maybe he should let Harold in on the fact that they were apparently both being pretty gay.
He felt Harold's breath letting out very slowly and quietly against his neck, the warmth and closeness making him want to squirm. They heard muffled voices, footsteps moving toward their closet, and Kumar leaned back against the wall and felt Harold press even closer against him, neither of them breathing again. The tension was almost unbearable, and Kumar really thought he was going to giggle, or maybe cry, but he certainly didn't think he was going to suddenly notice that Harold was pressing something hard in his shorts right against his hip. What the fuck? In about ten seconds they could be beaten to death by Russian goons, and Harold got a boner? Well, great, because now it was giving him a hard-on, too, and this was not the time to be having gay feelings about each other. Amsterdam had seemed like such a great idea at the time.
Finally, finally, the footsteps and voices moved away down the hall, and they heard the sound of the stairwell door banging shut. Harold sighed heavily, and as Kumar swallowed at the rush of hot breath, he sagged against Kumar's body, the release of tension leaving him warm and heavy and pressed all along Kumar's chest and legs. They rested for a moment. Kumar couldn't figure out how to let go without drawing attention to their awkward closeness, so he just held on and hoped Harold would figure something out.
As he shifted, Kumar's legs spread slightly, and one of Harold's thighs slipped between them. He gasped quietly before he could help it, and he felt Harold's sharp inhale. They froze. Harold's face stayed buried in Kumar's neck, Kumar's face in Harold's hair, and there was Harold's thigh pressing between Kumar's legs. Harold started to pull away, but the movement pushed and rubbed his thigh against Kumar's dick, and when Kumar gasped again, Harold moaned very quietly in response and hitched his hips closer. They froze.
After a few moments, Kumar could feel Harold's hand sliding slowly down his back, over his right side and onto his belly. He sucked it in and felt his cock twitch. No fucking way was Harold going to touch his dick. Holy shit. When Harold slid his hand down over the long hard line of his cock trapped under his shorts, Kumar made a strangled noise and almost choked on his tongue. No way! Harold's hand stopped rubbing and then tentatively wrapped as far around his cock as possible, which wasn't very fucking far because of the stupid shorts, and Kumar couldn't help pressing his hips forward to try to get more of his dick into Harold's hand. Harold tightened his grip, and Kumar clenched his teeth, slid his hands up to grip Harold's shoulders. His hips pushed into Harold's, trapping Harold's hand between their erections. Fuck. He ground his cock against Harold's hand, his heart thumping heavily at the sound of Harold's quite moan.
Faces still buried against each other's necks, they paused and then reached for their own waistbands. Kumar pulled the drawstring loose and shoved his shorts down to his knees before Harold could get the button of his shorts undone, but then he was unzipping, and pushing them down with his boxer briefs, and Kumar knew that if the lights were on, or probably even if he just pulled back to look, he could see Harold's cock. It would be hard and probably wet and like he'd never seen it before. Kumar did not have a problem with nudity between male friends. He'd always been secure about shit like that, no worries there. But nudity between friends did not include dicks that were hard and flushed and wet and ready for fucking, oh shit.
He felt his cock throb, and he reached his arms out to pull Harold close, and then they were clinging together again. Harold's cock was hard and hot and sticky against his belly, and he knew his own must be leaving wet trails against Harold's skin and the hair around his bellybutton. Fuck, he knew about that, about the hair around Harold's bellybutton, he had seen that before, and the darkness of the hair around his cock, and the thin muscular smoothness of his chest, his dark little nipples. Why were their shirts still on?
Kumar pulled back just quick enough to pull his t-shirt over his head and push Harold's hands at the buttons on his own shirt. He didn't look down, he didn't look at Harold's face. In the very dim light of the closet, he only saw the shirt hanging open, Harold's mussed hair, fuck, and there were the nipples, and then he was grabbing Harold again and rubbing their chests together. He wondered if his chest felt good to Harold. Well, Harold's body sure felt good to him, especially that hard, hot cock sliding against his. Who fucking knew.
Kumar laughed out loud, still grinding his hips and rubbing his cock all over Harold's.
Harold looked up at him sharply, "What?"
Dude, defensive much? "This is pretty gay, Harold." He laughed again.
Harold glared at him and stopped moving his hips, leaning back and starting to push away from Kumar's shoulders. "Yeah, thanks so much, thank you for reminding me. Now I can freak out and not enjoy the sex at all."
Kumar just grinned, tightened his arms around Harold's back, and kept right on rubbing and sliding their dicks together. "Dude, c'mon. This is way gay. Way gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that!" And he cracked himself up, even as the sticky head of his cock caught for a second against Harold's. "Fuck, this feels good. It's, fuck-" He flexed his hips, and the rest of his words got lost as he felt wetness springing up at the tip of his cock. He slid his hands down to Harold's ass and held him in tight, grinding them together faster. Harold melted back into him and groaned loudly, right into Kumar's ear. Kumar's heart raced at the rough hardness of Harold's jaw sliding against his in the same rhythm as their cocks sliding together against Kumar's soft belly.
"Shit," Kumar ground out through the tension of trying to rub his dick against Harold's just right, he was so fucking close, almost there. "Fuck, Harold-"
Harold shifted, slid his lips across Kumar's jaw to his mouth, and then they were kissing. Kumar could barely process the heat and wetness, the tongue sliding into his mouth. Strong lips, stronger than he was expecting, and Harold was practically climbing up his body, holding his face and wrapping a leg up high around his thigh. Kumar's hands could not stop clutching at Harold's ass, squeezing and rubbing and pulling him in tighter with his hands full of ass cheeks. He didn't really know what his hands were doing, it just felt natural, and he was concentrating on sucking on Harold's mouth and keeping their dicks as close together as possible. Harold moved his hips in some way that rubbed the heads of their cocks together so good, and Kumar's fingers clenched and pulled Harold's ass cheeks apart, and then they both squirmed again, and Kumar's fingers just slipped right between those cheeks and over Harold's tight little hole.
Harold lunged forward, slamming their hips together and stabbing his tongue into Kumar's mouth. They froze. Kumar could feel blood pounding in his temple and his throat and his cock. Slowly, Harold pulled his tongue out of Kumar's mouth and pulled back just enough for them to pant a few breaths against each other.
Kumar pulled back all the way until they were no longer in a full-body press, and the light was dim, but he could see that Harold's eyes were wide and a little wild. Kumar studied him, feeling a little wild himself. Hot. That was fucking hot.
"Dude." Kumar grinned. "So. Gay."
"I know." Harold said it quietly.
"C'mon, I'm just saying. That was really, really-"
"I know." Harold glared at him, and Kumar felt a tingle run up his spine. He just kept grinning, rocking on his heels a little, and Harold turned his face away, but Kumar could see it when his lips finally twitched into what was almost a smile.
They stood and didn't look at each other for a moment. Then Harold glanced sideways at him. He turned and looked up at Kumar through his lashes. "So...." he drawled. His gaze dropped to Kumar's lips and his tongue poked out to run lightly over his own bottom lip.
Kumar stared blankly at him for a moment and then cracked up again. "Dude! Those are your moves! I know those are your moves because you've told me 10 million long boring stories when you're high about how they don't work on chicks and you need some new ones, and you were just totally using your moves on me! Here's a tip for you, Suave-o: if they don't work on chicks, they probably aren't going to work on dudes either."
Harold scowled and squeezed his eyes closed. "God, Kumar, please shut up."
"Lucky for you, you don't need to pick up any dudes or chicks because you'll be too busy making out with me." And Kumar grabbed Harold around the back of the neck and pulled him into a fast, hard kiss.
Kumar reached for Harold's cock and started pulling on it, long and tight strokes. Their lips pulled apart when Harold sucked in a harsh breath, and when Kumar kissed him again, it was slow and easy, matching the steady rhythm of his hand sliding up and down Harold's dick, squeezing and twisting and rubbing at the head. Harold started to make quiet little whimpering noises, and Kumar swallowed when he felt Harold's dick getting even harder in his hand. He pulled and squeezed faster and kissed Harold again, holding his mouth there and feeling Harold's whimpers against his lips. "Sshhhh," he whispered, barely moving his mouth. "Sshh...c'mon, Harold."
Harold's hips bucked hard, his cock stabbing through Kumar's fist and jerking, spurting hot stickiness over Kumar's fingers and onto his belly and chest. Heart racing, balls aching, Kumar's cock strained toward Harold. Harold's dick was softening in his hand, but he couldn't quite let go yet. He felt Harold's lips move on his face, small kisses moving back to his hairline and under his ear. A small suck on his earlobe made Kumar's dick throb, and he accidentally squeezed Harold's sticky soft cock.
"Ah!" Harold flinched back, and Kumar let his hand fall away. "Sorry, sensitive." Kumar nodded and bent for his t-shirt on the floor to wipe off his hand.
Harold stepped back from him, and Kumar shivered. He felt kind of naked, like more naked than having his shorts around his ankles. Harold blew out a breath, rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. He looked at Kumar openly, but Kumar couldn't tell what the hell he was thinking. Fuck it. Harold couldn't fucking pussy out now. They were totally having gay feelings together. No way could he just hang his best friend out to dry like that. No way.
Kumar waited for it, and waited, and when Harold rolled his eyes and reached for him, his heart stuttered and fluttered, and he could feel his cheeks getting warm. He slid his hands slowly up Harold's back, feeling the smooth skin and the bony shoulder blades. Harold sucked and bit lightly at his ear, then dragged his mouth over stubble and skin and back to Kumar's mouth, where Kumar let himself go in it.
Harold's hands ran all over Kumar's back and chest and ass, and Kumar thrust his cock against Harold's body over and over, sliding and pushing it over smooth skin and wiry hair until he had to just release, come hard all over Harold's belly, groaning into Harold's mouth and grinding his dick as hard and fast as he could into Harold's skin. His hands kept grabbing and pulling Harold closer as he bucked and shook through the final pulses, and Harold just held on and kissed him, soft and deep with his tongue moving and moving in their mouths. Slumped together after Kumar finally stopped shaking and twitching, Harold's hand slid slowly up and down Kumar's back. Kumar mouthed the side of Harold's neck and held him tightly.
"Dude."
"Kumar, do not say it."
Kumar smiled against Harold's neck. "I just wanted to say...Amsterdam kicks ass!"
Harold snorted. "Right. Let's wait until we find a way to get out of this hotel before we decide how much ass this place kicks."
"Dude, whatever, we'll figure something out. Also?" Kumar could feel Harold tense up under his hands. "How did we miss the fact that we are apparently so incredibly gay for each other!?" He sniggered against Harold's skin before mouthing another wet kiss to his collarbone.
Harold sighed and pressed a kiss against his hair.
Then inspiration hit. "Dude! You know where we should go after we flee Amsterdam to escape the Russian bodyguards?" Harold shifted, and Kumar could practically hear him gearing up to argue before even listening to the most excellent idea ever conceived by either of them. "No, no, hear me out! This is so excellent! I am a genius, and you will thank me when we're gay and smoking up in the Mecca of gayness and hippies-dude, let's go to San Francisco!"
Harold opened his mouth to argue, closed it, furrowed his eyebrows, and looked hard at Kumar. Kumar tried to smile encouragingly. After a moment, Harold smiled back, and it was only a little tentative. "Well, actually...."
END.
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Well there you have it. I hope it was pleasing. *g*
However, what movie suddenly inspired me to write an actual story about a week or so ago? Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. A Harold/Kumar story, a story for which there is no actual fandom at all, and it's not very long, and it's mostly just sex, but it's finished, and I'm posting it, by God.
Harold and Kumar Go to Amsterdam by Aral
Rating: Lots of sex
Thanks: To trixiesfic and smallbeer for beta action. Much appreciated, and I extra specially appreciated the quick turn-around so I could post this before I leave. Thank you so much! I have revised some post-beta, so any mistakes are mine.
Harold and Kumar Go to Amsterdam
Harold and Kumar crashed through the door of the stairwell, careened around the corner and down the hall, and threw themselves against the wall. Bending over to catch his heaving breath and cursing quietly, Kumar looked up and down the hall. They were so screwed.
Harold panted beside him and sent Kumar a long withering look before hissing, "You had no idea." Kumar shook his head, and Harold snorted, which came out kind of weak since he hadn't fully caught his breath. "No idea that the gorilla of a man on the other side of the pool was her bodyguard. She didn't mention to you that she was a Russian ballerina, or that she was the daughter of the Russian ambassador, or that she was 16 years old. That never once came up during the entire time you were offering her weed and trying to get into her pants."
He looked like he wanted to kick Kumar's ass, or leave him to the contingent of bodyguards, who were bound to find this hallway at any moment. Kumar wanted to bitch back, but they were screwed, and Harold was kind of right, and, fuck, they just needed to get the hell out of this hotel.
An elevator dinged quietly somewhere not too close by, then shouting and running footsteps disrupted the quiet and quickly moved their way. They exchanged panicked looks. Harold pointed at a door slightly ajar down the hall, and they scrambled for it, Kumar swinging the door open as Harold pushed frantically at his shoulders. They jumped into the closet and into each other's arms. Kumar reached around Harold and brought the door very carefully and quietly closed behind them. Harold's harsh "Fuck!" whispered against Kumar's ear as his arms wrapped around Kumar's back, clutching and bunching up his t-shirt with clenched fists. Kumar clung to him, too, feeling their hearts pounding and their breath coming in heavy hot bursts against each other's shoulders.
Harold was shaking a little and squeezing him tightly, and Kumar had the sudden and inappropriate urge to giggle. This was kind of gay. They were hugging and panting together, in a closet. He opened his mouth to point out to Harold just how gay he was being, when they heard a rush of footsteps thunder past their closet door and stop a little further down the hallway. Harold's body tensed against his, and he turned his head so his mouth was almost pressed against Kumar's neck. Kumar couldn't feel him breathing, and he realized he was holding his own breath, and his hands might, in fact, have wrapped more completely around Harold's back and shoulders, practically cradling him, in fact, dude, okay. Kumar wanted the footsteps and voices to move it the hell along because they needed to get out of this hotel really fucking soon. And to be fair, he thought maybe he should let Harold in on the fact that they were apparently both being pretty gay.
He felt Harold's breath letting out very slowly and quietly against his neck, the warmth and closeness making him want to squirm. They heard muffled voices, footsteps moving toward their closet, and Kumar leaned back against the wall and felt Harold press even closer against him, neither of them breathing again. The tension was almost unbearable, and Kumar really thought he was going to giggle, or maybe cry, but he certainly didn't think he was going to suddenly notice that Harold was pressing something hard in his shorts right against his hip. What the fuck? In about ten seconds they could be beaten to death by Russian goons, and Harold got a boner? Well, great, because now it was giving him a hard-on, too, and this was not the time to be having gay feelings about each other. Amsterdam had seemed like such a great idea at the time.
Finally, finally, the footsteps and voices moved away down the hall, and they heard the sound of the stairwell door banging shut. Harold sighed heavily, and as Kumar swallowed at the rush of hot breath, he sagged against Kumar's body, the release of tension leaving him warm and heavy and pressed all along Kumar's chest and legs. They rested for a moment. Kumar couldn't figure out how to let go without drawing attention to their awkward closeness, so he just held on and hoped Harold would figure something out.
As he shifted, Kumar's legs spread slightly, and one of Harold's thighs slipped between them. He gasped quietly before he could help it, and he felt Harold's sharp inhale. They froze. Harold's face stayed buried in Kumar's neck, Kumar's face in Harold's hair, and there was Harold's thigh pressing between Kumar's legs. Harold started to pull away, but the movement pushed and rubbed his thigh against Kumar's dick, and when Kumar gasped again, Harold moaned very quietly in response and hitched his hips closer. They froze.
After a few moments, Kumar could feel Harold's hand sliding slowly down his back, over his right side and onto his belly. He sucked it in and felt his cock twitch. No fucking way was Harold going to touch his dick. Holy shit. When Harold slid his hand down over the long hard line of his cock trapped under his shorts, Kumar made a strangled noise and almost choked on his tongue. No way! Harold's hand stopped rubbing and then tentatively wrapped as far around his cock as possible, which wasn't very fucking far because of the stupid shorts, and Kumar couldn't help pressing his hips forward to try to get more of his dick into Harold's hand. Harold tightened his grip, and Kumar clenched his teeth, slid his hands up to grip Harold's shoulders. His hips pushed into Harold's, trapping Harold's hand between their erections. Fuck. He ground his cock against Harold's hand, his heart thumping heavily at the sound of Harold's quite moan.
Faces still buried against each other's necks, they paused and then reached for their own waistbands. Kumar pulled the drawstring loose and shoved his shorts down to his knees before Harold could get the button of his shorts undone, but then he was unzipping, and pushing them down with his boxer briefs, and Kumar knew that if the lights were on, or probably even if he just pulled back to look, he could see Harold's cock. It would be hard and probably wet and like he'd never seen it before. Kumar did not have a problem with nudity between male friends. He'd always been secure about shit like that, no worries there. But nudity between friends did not include dicks that were hard and flushed and wet and ready for fucking, oh shit.
He felt his cock throb, and he reached his arms out to pull Harold close, and then they were clinging together again. Harold's cock was hard and hot and sticky against his belly, and he knew his own must be leaving wet trails against Harold's skin and the hair around his bellybutton. Fuck, he knew about that, about the hair around Harold's bellybutton, he had seen that before, and the darkness of the hair around his cock, and the thin muscular smoothness of his chest, his dark little nipples. Why were their shirts still on?
Kumar pulled back just quick enough to pull his t-shirt over his head and push Harold's hands at the buttons on his own shirt. He didn't look down, he didn't look at Harold's face. In the very dim light of the closet, he only saw the shirt hanging open, Harold's mussed hair, fuck, and there were the nipples, and then he was grabbing Harold again and rubbing their chests together. He wondered if his chest felt good to Harold. Well, Harold's body sure felt good to him, especially that hard, hot cock sliding against his. Who fucking knew.
Kumar laughed out loud, still grinding his hips and rubbing his cock all over Harold's.
Harold looked up at him sharply, "What?"
Dude, defensive much? "This is pretty gay, Harold." He laughed again.
Harold glared at him and stopped moving his hips, leaning back and starting to push away from Kumar's shoulders. "Yeah, thanks so much, thank you for reminding me. Now I can freak out and not enjoy the sex at all."
Kumar just grinned, tightened his arms around Harold's back, and kept right on rubbing and sliding their dicks together. "Dude, c'mon. This is way gay. Way gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that!" And he cracked himself up, even as the sticky head of his cock caught for a second against Harold's. "Fuck, this feels good. It's, fuck-" He flexed his hips, and the rest of his words got lost as he felt wetness springing up at the tip of his cock. He slid his hands down to Harold's ass and held him in tight, grinding them together faster. Harold melted back into him and groaned loudly, right into Kumar's ear. Kumar's heart raced at the rough hardness of Harold's jaw sliding against his in the same rhythm as their cocks sliding together against Kumar's soft belly.
"Shit," Kumar ground out through the tension of trying to rub his dick against Harold's just right, he was so fucking close, almost there. "Fuck, Harold-"
Harold shifted, slid his lips across Kumar's jaw to his mouth, and then they were kissing. Kumar could barely process the heat and wetness, the tongue sliding into his mouth. Strong lips, stronger than he was expecting, and Harold was practically climbing up his body, holding his face and wrapping a leg up high around his thigh. Kumar's hands could not stop clutching at Harold's ass, squeezing and rubbing and pulling him in tighter with his hands full of ass cheeks. He didn't really know what his hands were doing, it just felt natural, and he was concentrating on sucking on Harold's mouth and keeping their dicks as close together as possible. Harold moved his hips in some way that rubbed the heads of their cocks together so good, and Kumar's fingers clenched and pulled Harold's ass cheeks apart, and then they both squirmed again, and Kumar's fingers just slipped right between those cheeks and over Harold's tight little hole.
Harold lunged forward, slamming their hips together and stabbing his tongue into Kumar's mouth. They froze. Kumar could feel blood pounding in his temple and his throat and his cock. Slowly, Harold pulled his tongue out of Kumar's mouth and pulled back just enough for them to pant a few breaths against each other.
Kumar pulled back all the way until they were no longer in a full-body press, and the light was dim, but he could see that Harold's eyes were wide and a little wild. Kumar studied him, feeling a little wild himself. Hot. That was fucking hot.
"Dude." Kumar grinned. "So. Gay."
"I know." Harold said it quietly.
"C'mon, I'm just saying. That was really, really-"
"I know." Harold glared at him, and Kumar felt a tingle run up his spine. He just kept grinning, rocking on his heels a little, and Harold turned his face away, but Kumar could see it when his lips finally twitched into what was almost a smile.
They stood and didn't look at each other for a moment. Then Harold glanced sideways at him. He turned and looked up at Kumar through his lashes. "So...." he drawled. His gaze dropped to Kumar's lips and his tongue poked out to run lightly over his own bottom lip.
Kumar stared blankly at him for a moment and then cracked up again. "Dude! Those are your moves! I know those are your moves because you've told me 10 million long boring stories when you're high about how they don't work on chicks and you need some new ones, and you were just totally using your moves on me! Here's a tip for you, Suave-o: if they don't work on chicks, they probably aren't going to work on dudes either."
Harold scowled and squeezed his eyes closed. "God, Kumar, please shut up."
"Lucky for you, you don't need to pick up any dudes or chicks because you'll be too busy making out with me." And Kumar grabbed Harold around the back of the neck and pulled him into a fast, hard kiss.
Kumar reached for Harold's cock and started pulling on it, long and tight strokes. Their lips pulled apart when Harold sucked in a harsh breath, and when Kumar kissed him again, it was slow and easy, matching the steady rhythm of his hand sliding up and down Harold's dick, squeezing and twisting and rubbing at the head. Harold started to make quiet little whimpering noises, and Kumar swallowed when he felt Harold's dick getting even harder in his hand. He pulled and squeezed faster and kissed Harold again, holding his mouth there and feeling Harold's whimpers against his lips. "Sshhhh," he whispered, barely moving his mouth. "Sshh...c'mon, Harold."
Harold's hips bucked hard, his cock stabbing through Kumar's fist and jerking, spurting hot stickiness over Kumar's fingers and onto his belly and chest. Heart racing, balls aching, Kumar's cock strained toward Harold. Harold's dick was softening in his hand, but he couldn't quite let go yet. He felt Harold's lips move on his face, small kisses moving back to his hairline and under his ear. A small suck on his earlobe made Kumar's dick throb, and he accidentally squeezed Harold's sticky soft cock.
"Ah!" Harold flinched back, and Kumar let his hand fall away. "Sorry, sensitive." Kumar nodded and bent for his t-shirt on the floor to wipe off his hand.
Harold stepped back from him, and Kumar shivered. He felt kind of naked, like more naked than having his shorts around his ankles. Harold blew out a breath, rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. He looked at Kumar openly, but Kumar couldn't tell what the hell he was thinking. Fuck it. Harold couldn't fucking pussy out now. They were totally having gay feelings together. No way could he just hang his best friend out to dry like that. No way.
Kumar waited for it, and waited, and when Harold rolled his eyes and reached for him, his heart stuttered and fluttered, and he could feel his cheeks getting warm. He slid his hands slowly up Harold's back, feeling the smooth skin and the bony shoulder blades. Harold sucked and bit lightly at his ear, then dragged his mouth over stubble and skin and back to Kumar's mouth, where Kumar let himself go in it.
Harold's hands ran all over Kumar's back and chest and ass, and Kumar thrust his cock against Harold's body over and over, sliding and pushing it over smooth skin and wiry hair until he had to just release, come hard all over Harold's belly, groaning into Harold's mouth and grinding his dick as hard and fast as he could into Harold's skin. His hands kept grabbing and pulling Harold closer as he bucked and shook through the final pulses, and Harold just held on and kissed him, soft and deep with his tongue moving and moving in their mouths. Slumped together after Kumar finally stopped shaking and twitching, Harold's hand slid slowly up and down Kumar's back. Kumar mouthed the side of Harold's neck and held him tightly.
"Dude."
"Kumar, do not say it."
Kumar smiled against Harold's neck. "I just wanted to say...Amsterdam kicks ass!"
Harold snorted. "Right. Let's wait until we find a way to get out of this hotel before we decide how much ass this place kicks."
"Dude, whatever, we'll figure something out. Also?" Kumar could feel Harold tense up under his hands. "How did we miss the fact that we are apparently so incredibly gay for each other!?" He sniggered against Harold's skin before mouthing another wet kiss to his collarbone.
Harold sighed and pressed a kiss against his hair.
Then inspiration hit. "Dude! You know where we should go after we flee Amsterdam to escape the Russian bodyguards?" Harold shifted, and Kumar could practically hear him gearing up to argue before even listening to the most excellent idea ever conceived by either of them. "No, no, hear me out! This is so excellent! I am a genius, and you will thank me when we're gay and smoking up in the Mecca of gayness and hippies-dude, let's go to San Francisco!"
Harold opened his mouth to argue, closed it, furrowed his eyebrows, and looked hard at Kumar. Kumar tried to smile encouragingly. After a moment, Harold smiled back, and it was only a little tentative. "Well, actually...."
END.
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Well there you have it. I hope it was pleasing. *g*