Free Busted by Zachary O'Toole Page B
Authors: Zachary O'Toole
he didn't.
Guilt had gnawed at him ever since he'd left Steve Russell's house. Not because he'd kissed Chris Gagnon. That was a surprise to both of them, and he'd done it to prove a point. It was because Chris had kissed back. And Joe had liked it. Maybe better than when Alex did.
He hadn't stopped the kiss for any good reason. Not self-control, not fidelity, not anything. The only reason he hadn't thrown Chris down and fucked him stupid was the shame of knowing exactly how close he'd come to cheating on Alex.
That thought was enough to keep him home. Instead of dancing, he was on the couch. Alone. In sweats. Wrapped in a blanket. With hot cocoa. It didn't help that he was near-insanely horny, though at least the guilt was keeping that under control.
Joe snorted as he contemplated the cup he was holding. It was July, and he was curled up with a comforter. He'd even turned the air conditioning up some just so it would be chilly. It was pathetic, but that didn't get him off the couch. Instead he held his cup a little tighter and sipped from it until it was empty.
He probably should have gone out, or at least gotten up. Instead he set the cup on the end table, pulled the blanket up, and went to sleep. It was 9:30. He hadn't been to bed that early in years. Maybe he was just getting old. He'd make it up to Alex later.
Joe was woken up by a soft caress on his cheek. He was having the most amazing dream. The details were vague, but there was something in it about whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and pineapples. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. He was even more aroused than when he'd fallen asleep.
"Hey," said someone softly.
Joe looked up, barely able to see. The face in front of his eyes blurred in and out a little as he tried to engage his brain. Strong nose. Good cheekbones. Tan. Black eyes. Longish hair.
"Alex?"
The face in front of him smiled. "Who else would it be?"
"Alex," Joe said, waking up.
"Right here," Alex said.
"Alex," Joe growled. He was fully awake. Fully aroused.
"You already said that," Alex said.
Joe grabbed Alex and kissed him hard with a rumbling at the back of his throat. He felt Alex start to respond, bringing his arms up. That wasn't what Joe wanted.
He grabbed onto Alex and launched himself off the couch. He landed flat out on top of Alex, in the middle of the living room carpet. Alex laughed softly. Joe didn't.
Joe leaned down, putting his nose in the crook of Alex's neck. He breathed in deeply, smelling Alex. He smelled clean and light, and faintly of cologne. It was enough. He lunged in, kissing wildly at the base of Alex's throat while his hands scrabbled at Alex's chest, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. Three seconds were enough for frustration to hit. Joe grabbed the shirt and ripped it open. Buttons popped and flew everywhere.
"You're all worked… uh!" Alex was cut off abruptly as Joe shifted down and sucked hard on his left nipple. That always got a reaction from Alex, and this time was no exception. Alex's chest was smooth and hairless. That always drove Joe wild. It was also something he took advantage of. He opened his mouth wide, lips spread as much as he could and still maintain suction, running his tongue roughly over Alex's nipple and part of his chest.
While he was doing this he grabbed at Alex's pants button. He couldn't rip this open. He tried, though.
"Pants," he growled, letting loose of Alex's chest. The nipple was swollen and shiny from his spit. "Pants bad. Off!"
As Alex worked his pants off, Joe ran his nails lightly down Alex's sides and switched to the other nipple, this time biting. Alex arched up, grinding his erection into Joe. His pants weren't off, but they were at least open, and that was good
Guilt had gnawed at him ever since he'd left Steve Russell's house. Not because he'd kissed Chris Gagnon. That was a surprise to both of them, and he'd done it to prove a point. It was because Chris had kissed back. And Joe had liked it. Maybe better than when Alex did.
He hadn't stopped the kiss for any good reason. Not self-control, not fidelity, not anything. The only reason he hadn't thrown Chris down and fucked him stupid was the shame of knowing exactly how close he'd come to cheating on Alex.
That thought was enough to keep him home. Instead of dancing, he was on the couch. Alone. In sweats. Wrapped in a blanket. With hot cocoa. It didn't help that he was near-insanely horny, though at least the guilt was keeping that under control.
Joe snorted as he contemplated the cup he was holding. It was July, and he was curled up with a comforter. He'd even turned the air conditioning up some just so it would be chilly. It was pathetic, but that didn't get him off the couch. Instead he held his cup a little tighter and sipped from it until it was empty.
He probably should have gone out, or at least gotten up. Instead he set the cup on the end table, pulled the blanket up, and went to sleep. It was 9:30. He hadn't been to bed that early in years. Maybe he was just getting old. He'd make it up to Alex later.
Joe was woken up by a soft caress on his cheek. He was having the most amazing dream. The details were vague, but there was something in it about whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and pineapples. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. He was even more aroused than when he'd fallen asleep.
"Hey," said someone softly.
Joe looked up, barely able to see. The face in front of his eyes blurred in and out a little as he tried to engage his brain. Strong nose. Good cheekbones. Tan. Black eyes. Longish hair.
"Alex?"
The face in front of him smiled. "Who else would it be?"
"Alex," Joe said, waking up.
"Right here," Alex said.
"Alex," Joe growled. He was fully awake. Fully aroused.
"You already said that," Alex said.
Joe grabbed Alex and kissed him hard with a rumbling at the back of his throat. He felt Alex start to respond, bringing his arms up. That wasn't what Joe wanted.
He grabbed onto Alex and launched himself off the couch. He landed flat out on top of Alex, in the middle of the living room carpet. Alex laughed softly. Joe didn't.
Joe leaned down, putting his nose in the crook of Alex's neck. He breathed in deeply, smelling Alex. He smelled clean and light, and faintly of cologne. It was enough. He lunged in, kissing wildly at the base of Alex's throat while his hands scrabbled at Alex's chest, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. Three seconds were enough for frustration to hit. Joe grabbed the shirt and ripped it open. Buttons popped and flew everywhere.
"You're all worked… uh!" Alex was cut off abruptly as Joe shifted down and sucked hard on his left nipple. That always got a reaction from Alex, and this time was no exception. Alex's chest was smooth and hairless. That always drove Joe wild. It was also something he took advantage of. He opened his mouth wide, lips spread as much as he could and still maintain suction, running his tongue roughly over Alex's nipple and part of his chest.
While he was doing this he grabbed at Alex's pants button. He couldn't rip this open. He tried, though.
"Pants," he growled, letting loose of Alex's chest. The nipple was swollen and shiny from his spit. "Pants bad. Off!"
As Alex worked his pants off, Joe ran his nails lightly down Alex's sides and switched to the other nipple, this time biting. Alex arched up, grinding his erection into Joe. His pants weren't off, but they were at least open, and that was good
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