Breaking the haze

Hotel bedroom. Dimly lit, huge windows that overlooked the city with red-drawn curtains, and Jonathan seated on thick soft black sheets. He had one leg hanging off the bed, with his arms wrapped around his other, pulling it to his chest. His chin resting on his knee.

Jonathans eyes were focused on the man standing only a few feet away, who was leaning his body against the doorframe.

"You enjoy the pain."

"I've gotten used to it, yes."

"Prozac."

"Are you asking or telling?"

"There's an empty bottle on your nightstand.

"There's an open pack of condoms over there too but that doesnt mean I'm using them."

"Then whh--mm fuck you." James mumbled, pushing Jonathan back into the bed, causing him to break into a fit of laughter. He then unzipped the sweat suit in one sudden flick of the wrist, unbeknownst to Jon. And once he did realize it, his pants had practically vanished in thin air.

Jonathan crawled backwards further onto the bed with James following. They wrestled between numerous tongue-locking kisses and finding a way to remove James clothing as quickly as possible. Shirt, gone. Pants, boxers, socks, shoes - all in one hit the floor.
Jon reached in between their intertwined legs, grasping James hard-on, "What the hell are you waiting for?" he smiled.

James pulled in and out of his hand a few times, breathing steamily against his cheek, not being able to see through their sea of light brown-dark brown dreads. He lifted Jon slightly by the hip, placing his finger at his ass. He wanted to ask for lube, but refused to break the ask-question-no-ass deal. So he placed two fingers in his mouth wetting them, and before James could make another move, Jonathan moaned beneath him. "No, fuck that I'm not a pussy! I dont need it." He didnt argue.

Positioning himself so that he was at his hole, Munky leaned over the singers body with each hand on either side of his head gripping the black sheets. He pushed in slowly to the hilt, a low hiss coming from Jon who was beckoning under him and wrapping his legs around Munks waist. Beads of sweat formed on Jonathans brow and sweetly James lifted his head and dragged his tongue over and around the piercing.

"You're so fucking tight..." James pulled out, only to slam back in again. "Ahh! Shit James!" Sounds and lusty phrases poured out of Jons mouth, as his prostrate was hit with each throbbing thrust.

Pinned to the rocking bed, Jonathan scraped his nails down his lovers back, and dragged them back up until he pinched the nape of his neck, pulling his lips to his own. James, after moaning a great deal inside his mouth, and changed positions only slightly. He sat upward lifting Jons waist over him, with one hand grasping the already shaky headboard.

Pounding into him, as if he were a pup riding a rag doll, Munky could feel himself coming close so generously he lent a hand to the others aching cock, stroking fast and firm until he felt a jerk in his palm that was followed by a series of shivers down Jonathans spine. His seed was spilled in his hand and along the bottom of his stomach, and it wasnt soon after that James came along inside him.

The two remained there for a while, motionless. Both breathing uncontrollably, Jon under James who was laid out on top of him. It was after several minutes that Munky finally pulled out limp, and turned over to lay beside his partner. He put his arms back behind his head, cradling it. He shut his eyes...


Dun, dun, dun ;)