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Knock knock knock.
Gabe stood in front of the door, fidgeting with his hands. He’d hoped Tycho could’ve given him some help concerning some issues with his iMac, but for once Tycho seemed more technologically incompetent than him. And so, he came here as a last resort. Well, he could’ve done a lot of other things, but he really could not have been bothered. Besides, he enjoyed being around Charles, but only when Tycho wasn’t with him.
Charles opened the door, the smell of warm cinnamon and apples wisped into the hallway. Gabe might’ve come in at a bad time. Definitely came in at a bad time. He stared Charles up and down, who stood in front of him completely pantsless. His briefs were on, as were his shirt, socks, and goggles, but his pants were AWOL.
“Oh, Gabe! Come in! Hope you don’t mind the mess, I just had a crazy baking emergency, and I’ve been trying to clean it up for a while,” Charles said, holding out his hand. His inflection was as calm and cool as always—it was like he didn’t even know his pants were gone.
“Uhm…do you. Not…bake with your pants on?” Gabe was hesitant to shake Charles’ hand. Not because his appearance disgust or upset him, but rather the opposite. He had very defined legs littered with dark blond swirls of hair that complimented his build tremendously. He hid quite the sculpted figure under his pants, Gabe came to notice. He could’ve been jealous, but he instead found himself captivated.
Charles looked down and opened his eyes to a cartoonish degree, then looked back at Gabe and chuckled, playing it off. “I mean, it’s not like it’s illegal. Anyhow, what brings you here? You finally got sick of being around Tycho all day?” Charles led Gabe into his apartment, which was definitely more spruced up than his place. It had the minimalist appeal of an Apple Genius Bar and the decorative qualities of some hyper-futuristic waiting room. And, somehow, still managed to be decently homey. They both sat down on his incredibly gaudy silver faux leather loveseat. There was some essence of a mess in the kitchen, sure, but it was much cleaner than Charles had made it seem.
“First off, not yet. Second off, I think my iMac’s all fucked and you’re the best person I could think of to ask for help. I didn’t really have a lot of options; Tycho could barely turn his on!”
Charles nodded. “Yeah, sounds like him. I wouldn’t expect him to get it, honestly. His brain’s been doped up on bullshit PCs for years, I think he’s a total lost cause. He can’t help you like I can help you.” He shifted around in his seat, leaning back and spreading his legs open a good bit.
“I’ve been having some issues with the new update lately, and—” Gabe stared down at Charles’ crotch. The fabric of his brief was just the slightest bit sheer, giving Gabe a glimpse of what hid beneath. He looked at Charles, back at his briefs, and back at Charles again. “I’m sorry, I just—”
“I don’t mind! When in Rome, eh?” Charles laughed it off. “As you were saying…”
“You’re killing me man.” Gabe jerked a finger against the collar of his shirt. He was getting hot. Really hot.
“Hm?” Charles cocked a brow, his inflection playing into obliviousness. “How so?”
Gabe gestured towards his outfit, or rather, lack of one. “Your whole…this?”
“What about it?” Charles leaned in, finger on the waistband of his briefs.
“It’s…you know…” Gabe lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Charles. He muttered something completely indecipherable, with the only comprehensible word being “wang.”
“You’ve gotta speak up, Gabe. I can’t hear you.” Charles leaned closer to him, a cocky smirk plastered across his face.
“FINE!” Gabe shut his eyes and tugged at his hair. “I’m hard! Looking at you is making my wang really hard right now!” He exclaimed. “That loud enough?!”
Charles took a second to process it, nodding intently. He propped himself up, leaned into Gabe’s ear and tugged at his waistband. “Uh huh,” he flirted, “And just how hard is that?”
“Hard. Shit, like so hard.”
“Show me how bad you want it.”
Gabe grabbed onto Charles’ hips and pulled him into a deep kiss. His eyes widened, still for a moment until quickly giving in. They started off easy, lips pressing softly into one another, before veering into undeniable makeout territory. Gabe could feel the faint aftertaste of raw pie dough in his mouth. He shifted closer, hands unsheathing Charles’ chest from his shirt. He was much firmer than he appeared, and had a good bit of muscle to his form. Likewise, Charles rested his hands into the curve of his lower back, pushing him in deeper. Gabe’s hands pelted Charles with absolute gracelessness, pining and grasping for any square inch of skin he could reach.
Charles had a lot of experience before this, Gabe realized rather fast. He was deft and smooth, much more so than he was by comparison. He pushed down on Gabe’s back with his knuckles, causing him to arch his back and whine a little. Oh, he knew what he was doing. That bastard. That asshole.
When they separated, all Gabe could do was stare down at Charles’ crotch. His sexual vigor got the best of him yet again.
“You’re good, Charles. Woah. I mean, no offense, but I didn’t think you’d be that good.”
“I get around, you know. I’ve had loads of experience.”
“YOU HAVE?”
“You’d be surprised, you’re not the first person who’s fallen for my ways. I’ve got quite the demand.”
“Oh, don’t say that. Please don’t say that. I think my boner is inverting itself into my wang.”
“It’s true though, really. You’ve got to see how busy the Genius Bar gets when I’m working. People can’t get enough of me. By the end of every shift I’ve got a whole new list of phone numbers begging me to call back.”
“Can you please, just, shut up? You’re killing my hard-on here.”
“Alright, alright. If it bothers you so much, I’ll quit with the small talk.” Charles whiffed, tugging on Gabe’s collar and gesturing him to the ground. At once, his demeanor shifted to something much more haughty. “The floor. Get on the floor.”
“Why the—”
“Look, I’m not trying to dirty up my couch here. It’s brand new, and it’d be a pain in the ass to clean.” Charles tugged off Gabe’s shirts, releasing him from his grasp. Gabe eyed the ground as he sank down—a large, white fuzzy rug nested underneath the couch and coffee table—and picked at it slightly with his fingers.
“Won’t the rug get dirty?”
“Eh. I’ve had it for a while. It’ll be easier to clean than the couch,” he shrugged.
“You know, this thing isn’t so bad. It’s real comfy, actually.”
“That’s great to hear, because you’re going to be down there for a while.” Gabe’s eyes jerked open and a smile was plastered on his face. He had no idea what to expect from Charles, but he could guess that he was going to get his shit rocked.
Charles stood above Gabe, fingers pinched around his briefs as he slowly pulled them down. Gabe raised his head up to look at him better, mouth on the brink of watering. What previously hid in his garments was a small and meaty dick that poked right out of his vulva. A thick, bleached landing strip decorated his mons. Light wisps of body hair accentuated his inner thighs, almost blending in with his skin.
“Christ, what the hell is that?!” Gabe explained, shooting a hand up to point at his bush. Or, rather, his topiary.
“Oh, like you’ve never experimented with your body hair?” Charles scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Have you seriously never considered shaving Pac-Man right into your pubes?”
“Maybe I have, but that’s besides the point!”
“Well, you better get used to it. You’re gonna get all up close and personal with it soon.”
Gabe immediately shut up and slammed back down on the floor. He was near drooling at that point. Charles got on his knees and slowly lowered himself until he made contact with Gabe’s face.
“I’m sure you know what to do now.”
Gabe got the memo and at once latched onto Charles’ thighs to go in. He started off easy, his tongue beginning to explore all that Charles had to offer him before giving him a quick lick on his head. Immediately, Charles started to heave and began to rock his hips on Gabe’s face, who eagerly responded with a muffled yelp.
“You like that, don’t you?” Charles called from on top. A somewhat discernable “mhm” came from Gabe, his tongue moving in and out inside Charles until brushing up against his head again. Charles yanked onto Gabe’s hair and shoved him deeper, stifling a grunt through labored breaths. “Oh, you’re good. Fuck.”
Gabe dove in, lips wrapped around Charles’ cock and going hog wild. His tongue pushed up his hood and swirled around, killing all restraint in Charles and setting off a loud groan. “FUCK!” Charled tugged on his hair harder, almost confident he’d pulled a few out their pores. “Keep going!” Desperation seared in his cries.
Gabe kept at it, his playful strokes growing into sucking. He kneaded his fingers into Charles’ thighs, making him grind on him even faster and with languished rhythm. Each suck delivered a full-body blow to Charles, who soon found himself unable to keep up with it. He didn’t stand a chance against Gabe’s rife enthusiasm, quickly throwing his head back with a forceful moan. Charles came a moment later, his dick pulsating before a gush of squirt shot from out of him and straight onto Gabe’s face. Thank God he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
“Lap it up,” Charles stammered, recuperating his breath. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the floor for support. Gabe sank right back in, licking every bit of him clean. Charles bit his lip, still quite sensitive after climaxing. His thighs, which were close to crushing Gabe’s head just minutes beforehand, trembled pitifully above him. Gabe’s tongue flicked back and forth, cleaning every bit of Charles that he could reach and being met with lowly groans in response. When Charles was satisfied enough, he stood up only to plop down right next to Gabe.
“Christ, you’re insane.” Charles pulled off his shirt and wiped his sweat off with it.
“Did you think I was lying when I said you were giving my wang a stiff one?” Gabe licked his lips before he wiped his mouth with his arm. “If you didn’t get off, I’d be down there forever. Even with that…eugh. That grisly strip of hair up there.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” Charles threw his shirt onto the coffee table. He sat silent for another minute or two as he collected himself. “Alright. Your turn.”
“ALREADY?”
“What can I say? I’ve got a crazy refractory period. There’s a reason why I’m so popular.” Charles laughed, propping himself up and cracking his knuckles. “You stay on the floor though. Don’t move a muscle.”
“But my wang’s still in my—”
“Alright. Take your pants off, and then don’t move a muscle. Capisce?”
Gabe, still on the floor, wrestled his pants and underwear off, his hard-on rubbing onto every fold of fabric. He knew he was enjoying this, but far underestimated the extent to which he did. Charles positioned himself in front of Gabe, hands snug around both of his ankles. Before he could react, Charles hoisted his legs outwards and thrust himself onto Gabe. He didn’t continue thrusting, instead remaining flush with Gabe.
“Shit, you’re huge!” Charles exclaimed, stifling a moan. Gabe, however, was unsuccessful in remaining quiet. “I thought I could just ram into you with no problem. Really underestimated myself there.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot—UGH!” Charles went back to work posthaste, ramming himself back onto Gabe with slow thrusts. Eventually, he was able to pace himself after the first blow. Each thrust sent Gabe’s body quaking, causing him to grab onto the rug fibers for support. Much like the kissing, and the everything else, really, Gabe had truly underestimated Charles’ sheer power and dexterity.
“Are you always this goddamn noisy?” Likewise, Charles had underestimated just how loud Gabe could get when not muffled underneath him. It was like all he could do was whine and gasp. “It’s a miracle I haven’t heard you and Tycho get it on yet! Seriously!” Charles leaned forward slightly, the new angle causing Gabe’s dick to rub onto Charles’. In that second he lost all composure, groaning loudly and bucking his hips swiftly into Gabe.
“And I was noisy? Who’s talking now?!” Gabe called out from the floor. Charles responded by speeding up, nearly choking the air out of him in the process. His back arched, and all he could do was try to thrust back into Charles to no avail. They lost themselves in it for a while, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout Charles’ apartment.
“Close…” Charles muttered under his breath. “I’m real close.” He rushed into breakneck speed, fingers digging into Gabe’s skin. He came once more, another surge of squirt shooting out from him. He let go of Gabe and pulled out before falling to the ground back-first.
Gabe lay there momentarily, barely registering the past minute as it happened. He still hadn’t finished yet, and God did he need to finish. He got up on his knees, the only thing on his mind being his twitching hard-on. He felt electric inside of Charles, and he needed more. Gripping onto Charles’ hips, he went back in and started thrusting erratically. He fucked like it was his last day on Earth.
“SHIT!” Charles cried, still incredibly sensitive. He held back a whine as he was barely able to prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, completely unable to pull himself together. Gabe was practically drilling into him at full speed, desperate to finish. He scrunched his eyes shut, panting loudly as he felt like he was close to cumming. Instantly, he pulled out and finally came, and loudly so. He shot whirls of semen all over Charles, who was still too overstimulated to properly react. He plopped back down next to him, running a sweat-coated hand through his hair.
“Shit.” Gabe looked at him, finally coming back to his senses. “Sorry about jizzing all over you. I got a bit too excited.”
“It’s fine,” Charles replied, dragging a finger over some of the spillage. “I can clean it up.” He put his finger in his mouth and his whole face scrunched up, choking it down.
“…Do I taste bad?”
“Yeah,” Charles swallowed. Then he swallowed several more times to try and get the taste out his mouth. “You taste awful. What the hell do you eat?” He stuck his tongue out and nearly gagged.
“You need a rag or something?”
“God, please.”
Gabe balled up his orange undershirt and tossed it in Charles’ general direction. He grabbed it and spit into it before cleaning up his chest. They sat there collecting themselves, both coated in a layer of their own muck and sweat. Gabe had no idea how Charles was going to get the smell of sex out of the rug.
“So, tell me. What exactly was wrong with your iMac again?"