Unlucky for some...number thirteen
Title: John's Party (3/3)
Word count: 649
Disclaimer: All lieeeees
Frank shuddered; the sounds of the party were still wafting up from downstairs, but all he could hear was John’s laboured breath and his own heart thumping. John once again smoothed his hands up Frank’s inner thigh, seducing the same response as moment before. Frank raised his head slightly and he felt a drop of sweat slide down his forehead and drop down the side of his head. He looked at John who was fully focused at the task in hand, appreciating the powerhouse that went by the name of Frank’s thighs. He sensed Frank’s eyes on him and raised his gaze to meet him. Their eyes met, as they had done a million times before and would a billion times more, but this time it was special, as Frank eyes told a story, a story of love and truth hidden behind desire and lust. John was captivated, he didn’t want to look away, but Frank was impatient, “Fucking get on with it,” he managed to groan out.
John’s eyes just glazed over with a wicked glint, “Alright there Lampsy?” He grinned, before Frank yanked him roughly up to engage their lips in a passionate and desperate kiss. Frank wrapped his fingers in John’s hair, tugging slightly at the short strands. For John it was on the border between discomfort and pain, which made it all the more pleasurable. When his erection became unbearable, Frank pulled apart and rested his forehead against John’s, staring straight into his eyes, “Take me now”.
It doesn’t take long until Frank and John are both moaning and groaning at the sensation as Frank’s tight hole tenses and clenches around John’s sizeable dick. John thrusting at quite a pace, unable to control his wanton desire for the man beneath him. He stretched his muscled body over Frank, who, in the moonlight, could see every line and chiselled contour of John’s body. Frank wrapped his arms around John’s back, as the younger man’s lips made love to Frank’s neck.
Frank’s own erection was trapped between the two sweaty bodies, the friction as John’s body slid against his, sending shiver’s through Frank’s body. These, coupled with the blinding pleasure every time John’s deep hits hit him somewhere beautifully deep inside, brought Frank closer and closer to the edge. He dug his nails into John, leaving Deep crescents etched onto the perfect milky skin on his back, marks John had become expert at hiding, but were constant reminders of Frank and this wonderful thing they had.
When he could sense Frank was losing it, John grabbed his heavy and full dick, and only gave a few strokes before Frank shot his load, covering the two men in his sticky seed. John pulled out and with a few expert tugs at his own cock, came all over Frank, mixing his cum with the older man’s, to create a sweet concoction which he lapped up eagerly, before swiping his fingers through and then allowing Frank to wrap his tongue around them to get his own taste of their glorious mixture.
John lay down next to Frank, his arm coming out to rest across Frank’s chest as he rested his head on Frank’s shoulder. Frank’s hand lazily played with John’s hair.
“You know we’re gonna have to re-make this bed again” Frank joked, remembering their antics earlier when Toni made them help get the house ready. John mumbled something incomprehensible and snuggled closer to Frank.
Frank looked down at John, who was perfectly happy and sated and smiled, he loved seeing John like this, tired, needy but content. He soon heard snores gently drifting from the younger man, and suddenly reminded himself they were expected back at the party downstairs. But one look at John’s sleeping form made Frank’s heart melt that little bit more and he hadn’t the heart to wake him yet. Besides, five minutes more wouldn’t hurt.