reality.
Louis found the pharmacy still open, and he fetched the condoms and the lube, surprised to find himself mildly embarrassed by the purchase. He hadn’t bought condoms in years—two, to be exact. Whores always came equipped. Louis bet they never suffered from a sudden rush of blood to their face while a smirking shop assistant deposited their large pack of extra-sensitives and jumbo-sized K-Y jelly into a carrier bag.
On the way back Louis passed a fish-and-chips shop, where the aroma of battered fish and salt and vinegar tempted him inside. He ordered large cod and chips twice, breaded mushrooms, and, as an afterthought, slipped a couple of the free ketchup sachets into his pocket.
Back at the apartment he set their paper-wrapped dinner down on the dining table along with a bottle of wine from the supermarket. He popped his head around the bedroom door, expecting to see Jake soundly asleep right where Louis had left him. And that’s exactly what he did see.
Jake still lay in bed on his back with the sheets bunched around his thighs. Only this time, he wasn’t alone. Carter was perched on the bed next to him.
“What are you doing?” Louis whispered as Carter reached out and pinched Jake’s nipple.
“Admiring the view.” The nipple peaked into a tight bud beneath his fingertips.
“There’s no need to touch.” Louis ventured a small step into the room.
“He’s so beautiful, Louis. So responsive.” Carter traced a light phantom path down Jake’s body to his already rising shaft and wrapped slim fingers around the base. “Do you think I could make him come?”
“No!” Louis moved forward. “Get your hands off him. We’ll talk in the lounge.”
Carter smirked and flipped his wrist, giving Jake’s cock a swift pump. Jake gasped, thrust his hips once, and settled again into sleep. “Bothers you, doesn’t it? Always has.”
“What?” Louis said through clenched teeth.
“Me with other men. You never really enjoyed sharing, did you?”
“You did, which was all that mattered to me at the time.”
“And what about now? Does it matter to you I’m enjoying Jake? So very much.” Carter elegantly worked Jake’s cock even as he slept on, his hips rocking regularly now in time to Carter’s caresses. A groan slipped from between Jake’s parted lips.
“Cart, please. He’s asleep, for God’s sake.”
“He can’t feel it. He’s dreaming. Look at his face. His lips…” Carter lowered his ear to an inch above Jake’s mouth. “He’s calling your name.”
“Please, Cart.”
Carter swept the line of his attention down Jake’s body to the cock oozing precum in his hand.
“Would you look at that?” he exclaimed in absolute delight. “Fit to burst. Tell me, Louis, does he taste as sweet as he looks?”
“Don’t even dare!”
Carter’s lips tilted. With a defiant glint in his eye, he leaned over Jake’s cock. His tongue flicked out and lapped the liquid beading on the tip. “Hmm. Delicious.”
“Carter!” Louis launched himself into the room. Jake’s eyes snapped open and focused.
“I think I dreamed about…”
“About?”
“Nothing.” Jake lowered his gaze. “Where have you been?”
“Out.” Louis lifted the bag in his hand.
“Condoms and lube?”
Louis nodded and set the bag on the bedside table. “I also bought dinner. Fish and chips and a nice bottle of chardonnay. On the table.”
“No bourbon?”
“I thought we might share the wine.”
Jake reached out and took hold of his hand.
Louis glanced down at him. “What?”
“I need some help here.” He gestured to his erection.
Louis thought back to Carter jerking him off. Nausea fluttered in his belly. “Maybe later. Dinner’s getting cold.”
“That’s what microwaves are for. You can’t expect me to eat with a hard-on.”
Louis pulled his hand
Louis found the pharmacy still open, and he fetched the condoms and the lube, surprised to find himself mildly embarrassed by the purchase. He hadn’t bought condoms in years—two, to be exact. Whores always came equipped. Louis bet they never suffered from a sudden rush of blood to their face while a smirking shop assistant deposited their large pack of extra-sensitives and jumbo-sized K-Y jelly into a carrier bag.
On the way back Louis passed a fish-and-chips shop, where the aroma of battered fish and salt and vinegar tempted him inside. He ordered large cod and chips twice, breaded mushrooms, and, as an afterthought, slipped a couple of the free ketchup sachets into his pocket.
Back at the apartment he set their paper-wrapped dinner down on the dining table along with a bottle of wine from the supermarket. He popped his head around the bedroom door, expecting to see Jake soundly asleep right where Louis had left him. And that’s exactly what he did see.
Jake still lay in bed on his back with the sheets bunched around his thighs. Only this time, he wasn’t alone. Carter was perched on the bed next to him.
“What are you doing?” Louis whispered as Carter reached out and pinched Jake’s nipple.
“Admiring the view.” The nipple peaked into a tight bud beneath his fingertips.
“There’s no need to touch.” Louis ventured a small step into the room.
“He’s so beautiful, Louis. So responsive.” Carter traced a light phantom path down Jake’s body to his already rising shaft and wrapped slim fingers around the base. “Do you think I could make him come?”
“No!” Louis moved forward. “Get your hands off him. We’ll talk in the lounge.”
Carter smirked and flipped his wrist, giving Jake’s cock a swift pump. Jake gasped, thrust his hips once, and settled again into sleep. “Bothers you, doesn’t it? Always has.”
“What?” Louis said through clenched teeth.
“Me with other men. You never really enjoyed sharing, did you?”
“You did, which was all that mattered to me at the time.”
“And what about now? Does it matter to you I’m enjoying Jake? So very much.” Carter elegantly worked Jake’s cock even as he slept on, his hips rocking regularly now in time to Carter’s caresses. A groan slipped from between Jake’s parted lips.
“Cart, please. He’s asleep, for God’s sake.”
“He can’t feel it. He’s dreaming. Look at his face. His lips…” Carter lowered his ear to an inch above Jake’s mouth. “He’s calling your name.”
“Please, Cart.”
Carter swept the line of his attention down Jake’s body to the cock oozing precum in his hand.
“Would you look at that?” he exclaimed in absolute delight. “Fit to burst. Tell me, Louis, does he taste as sweet as he looks?”
“Don’t even dare!”
Carter’s lips tilted. With a defiant glint in his eye, he leaned over Jake’s cock. His tongue flicked out and lapped the liquid beading on the tip. “Hmm. Delicious.”
“Carter!” Louis launched himself into the room. Jake’s eyes snapped open and focused.
“I think I dreamed about…”
“About?”
“Nothing.” Jake lowered his gaze. “Where have you been?”
“Out.” Louis lifted the bag in his hand.
“Condoms and lube?”
Louis nodded and set the bag on the bedside table. “I also bought dinner. Fish and chips and a nice bottle of chardonnay. On the table.”
“No bourbon?”
“I thought we might share the wine.”
Jake reached out and took hold of his hand.
Louis glanced down at him. “What?”
“I need some help here.” He gestured to his erection.
Louis thought back to Carter jerking him off. Nausea fluttered in his belly. “Maybe later. Dinner’s getting cold.”
“That’s what microwaves are for. You can’t expect me to eat with a hard-on.”
Louis pulled his hand
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