Ooooh, Filthy!

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

WINTER – ❝ Don’t stay out too late, it’s cold outside. ❞ ❝ You’re going to catch frostbite. ❞ ❝ You need to bundle up more. ❞ ❝ Do you have anything planned for the holidays? ❞ ❝ It seems it freezing rained last night, the roads are covered in ice. ❞ ❝ Well, it looks like hell really might be freezing over. ❞ ❝ I don’t think thats exactly what they mean by, ‘break the ice.’ ❞ ❝ You’re actually walking on thin ice. ❞ ❝ If this is what weather the Titanic cruised in, I can see why it sank. ❞ ❝ You’ve got cold hands, but a warm heart. ❞

The world can wait today

A small lump formed in the back of Ross’ throat the moment that his thumb had slipped past Smiff’s lips.  Giving Smiff a little something to keep himself quiet had been his intention, although selfishly, he’d always had a thing for pushing his fingers into the man’s mouth; so much so that just the visual of his boyfriend’s lips wrapping around his digit nearly left him exhaling a groan.  Biting his lip to silence himself, Ross looked down to watch the way his hand twisted up Smiff’s length and tried his best to keep a consistent rhythm to his strokes.  “You are so fucking hot,” he muttered almost breathlessly and he slowly withdrew his thumb from between Smiff’s lips so that he could brush the back of his fingers gently across the man’s cheek, then down the side of his neck.  “And there are so many things that I could do to make you feel good.  Letting me choose is almost… dangerous.”  Ross certainly had a few ideas, however most of them weren’t anything they should do in the dorms, so at least that helped to narrow down his options.  After a long moment of rubbing Smiff’s inner thigh with his free hand, he started to move further up until he was gently pressing the pad of his index finger against the man’s entrance.  He didn’t push in; he merely massaged him gently with the tip of his finger as his other hand moved fluidly up and down his boyfriend’s shaft.  His eyes too had flicked up to study Smiff’s face intently so that he didn’t miss his reaction.

Ross practically snorted after Smiff picked apart what he’d said, rolled his eyes, and continued to rhythmically stroke his boyfriend’s cock. The sudden expletive that came from the man took him by surprise, although it had a smug smirk forming on his lips as he hummed in reply to the warning about their volume. He knew the situation well; his sex life had been utter shit while he lived in the dorms because of how impossible it was to get any privacy, and the few times he did manage to get laid left him with neighbours pounding against his walls or door in either anger or teasing. No wonder they’d yet to fool around in Smiff’s room. “I haven’t made a sound,” he whispered down at Smiff lovingly and slowed the pace of his strokes. “But I do have ways of keeping you quiet, if that’s what you want.” Ross offered Smiff a devilish grin before he let go of his member completely so that he could lean down to give the taller man a deep kiss. “You want me to speed things up? Just make it a cheeky quick handy so no one suspects a thing?” He wasn’t serious; well, at least not really, though he’d give Smiff whatever he asked for in the moment so it wasn’t totally off the table. Reaching down again, his fingers wrapped around his base and slowly dragged upwards, beginning to jerk him off again whilst the other hand moved so he could press his thumb to Smiff’s lips. “Tell me what you want.”

Ross was enjoying taking his time. It wasn’t that he was trying to torture or tease Smiff by stroking him in a slow, methodic pace — quite the opposite, really. He wanted Smiff to savour in the moment and to let his stresses from earlier fade away, even if just briefly. It was silly, but Ross knew that if he was good at one thing, it was distracting Smiff and getting his mind off of whatever was troubling him. Sex was always a good distraction, and a seemingly welcomed one by his boyfriend. “Yeah? Good, baby, enjoy it,” he too murmured softly as his right hand moved to slowly massage Smiff’s inner thigh while the left continued to stroke him at a slow pace. His gaze flicked up to make sure that the man’s eyes were still closed and he smiled endearingly before his eyes went back to briefly watching his hands. “Spread your legs a little wider for me, hey?” Sitting at the edge of the bed was a bit of an awkward angle, so Ross moved onto his knees with a leg placed between Smiff’s. The new position allowed him a better grip around his boyfriend’s member and he quickened his strokes as his other hand moved to run across Smiff’s torso. “I could watch you like this all fucking day,” he muttered, and as cheeky as he may have sounded, it was the god honest truth.

            Awesome party, I’m so glad I came.

Ross came very close to almost spitting out the sip of beer he’d just taken when Smiff shed his sweatpants and he covered his mouth with a hand whilst laughing. Smiff could be the most graceful, charming guy when he actually tried to be, but that just made moments like these even more endearing. “Yeah, yeah. Just give me a second,” he said, purposely making Smiff wait since he was absolutely enjoying the view of the man practically posing for him. Ross then finished off his beer and after setting the bottle down, he wasted no time reaching for Smiff’s pants and dragged them down his long legs before he took a seat beside him at the edge of the bed. “If you hadn’t had such a rubbish day, I’d be worried about actually spoiling you right now,” he commented sarcastically because really, the truth was that he adored that Smiff let him indulge in taking care of him like this. “Can’t let you get too used to this.” Leaning down, Ross connected their lips for a slow, drawn out, and deep kiss that left him feeling lightheaded once he finally did move back for a gasp of air. Then without another word, he very casually picked up the bottle of massage oil and poured a small amount into his hand before he gently ran his now-slick fingers over Smiff’s length. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll get you real relaxed.” He closed his hand into a fiat around his boyfriend’s member after that and stroked him slowly, taking his time.

Despite the eye roll, Ross couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face.  He knew he deserved the taunting, so he simply continued to rub Smiff’s back and gave a small little shrug as he looked down at himself.  “Hard-on?  C’mon, baby, you know my dick’s bigger than that.  I’m only kinda hard.  I don’t think your back’s really doing it for me anymore.”  Leaning right into Smiff’s teasing seemed like the perfect plan because if his boyfriend was going to take the piss, he’d dish it right back at him.  Ross bent down once more to kiss the back of Smiff’s shoulder and finally moved, wiping his hands on his own bare chest as he walked to the foot of the bed where Smiff was facing.  “Well?” he asked in an expectant tone, brows lifted.  “Can’t massage your dick if I can’t get to it.”  He was only half serious, although it wasn’t like he’d turn down the opportunity if Smiff actually flipped over and seemed like he was interested.  Ross just couldn’t resist trying to get Smiff out of his pants whenever he could.  Spotting his half empty beer bottle on the nightstand, he moved again to pick it up and downed a few sips before looking at his boyfriend to say, “Or if you were just joking about the dick massage, I could go for a cheeky back rub.  My shoulders are pretty fucking sore too.”  He got the feeling that he already knew what Smiff would choose though, which was why he was smiling smugly at the man as he raised the bottle to his lips once again.

Ross inhaled deeply when Smiff pointed out that he could stop him from doing whatever he wanted.  Of course he already knew that, he was the one pinning the man to the bed after all, but hearing Smiff confirm that sent a shock of electricity straight to his core.  Almost without thinking, he pushed his hips down against Smiff’s ass again while his hands slid to his shoulders.  “Something tells me you wouldn’t want to stop me anyway,” he said quietly and bent forward, leaning himself fully against his boyfriend so that he could softly kiss at the back of his neck.  “Am I right about that?”  The question was rhetorical anyway and Ross went straight back into kissing Smiff’s neck since he didn’t expect an answer from the man, although he did push himself back up to continue slowly rubbing and massaging Smiff’s shoulder blades.  If he was going to follow through with where the teasing was leading them, he wanted Smiff to be thoroughly relaxed and well frustrated before he even thought about stripping his boyfriend down completely.  “Where else is sore, baby?  Have I missed anywhere?”  His hands moved so that he could massage the base of Smiff’s neck with his thumbs and he bit his lip, glad that Smiff wouldn’t be able to see his expression the moment that he realised just how easy it’d be for him to wrap a hand gently around the man’s neck if he really wanted to amp up the teasing.

Ross was beaming a grin at Smiff’s joke since he expected nothing less from his boyfriend, and that grin softened into a bashful sort of smile after hearing the man murmur that he didn’t deserve him.  He absolutely adored being able to spoil the man and frankly, he believed that if there was anyone deserving of being pampered, it was Smiff.  “Oh, bullshit.  You deserve the world,” he replied.  A back rub was the least he could do.  Ross’ hands slid smoothly down to Smiff’s lower back, his thumbs rubbing in small, firm circles just above the waistband of the other’s trousers to ease any tension there before he paused to pour a little more of the oil into his palm.  “So… never too hard for you, eh?” he asked as he rubbed his hands together and then started to work on the centre of his boyfriend’s back.  Ross purposely pushed his hips down against Smiff’s backside as he did so, chuckling under his breath since he knew he had the upper hand when it came to teasing merely because of the position he was in.  Whether or not he used his advantage or not, he was still deciding.  At the very least, he wasn’t going to rush the massage.  “When am I supposed to take your pants off, anyway?  I’m assuming you want the uh… full service special.  Includes a happy ending.”  The smile came through in Ross’ tone and from the way his hands were moving slowly across Smiff’s back, it was clear that he was just trying to make the man squirm with his words.

With a soft hum, Ross leaned over to pull open the top drawer of the bedside table and looked for anything that looked like it could’ve been lotion or oil.  When he didn’t see any, he sighed softly and moved off of Smiff so that he could check the bottom drawer and sifted around until he found a bottle of something tucked towards the back.  “Should’ve known you’d have bloody massage oil, you spoiled prick,” he said sarcastically, pausing before he climbed back on top of Smiff to take off his own shirt.  “Now it’s a sexy massage.  I wanted to make sure you had the proper stuff for it before going down that road.”  That wasn’t necessarily true either, but he wasn’t just going to let Smiff off the hook too easy.  Back perched atop his boyfriend once more, Ross opened the bottle’s seal before pouring some of the liquid into the palm of his hand.  It smelled nice and would make the massage feel even better for Smiff, so after he’d heated the oil up with his hands, he began to rub the taller man’s back again, kneading at his muscles and loosening any knots he came across.  “Just relax, baby,” he almost cooed softly and the moment the words had left his lips, a smirk began to take shape.  “God, I swear I’ve seen so much porn that starts this exact same way.”  Rather than letting that statement hang in the air for too long though, Ross added, “How is that, anyway?  Does it feel good?  Tell me if it’s too hard.” 

Ross’ teeth raked over his lower lip as he watched Smiff finish off what was left of his beer and smirked, waiting for the man to lie flat so that he could swing a leg over his waist.  Straddling his boyfriend, he very lightly brushed his fingertips down Smiff’s pale back from his shoulders to his waist, then leant forward so that he could speak softly into his ear.  “If I wanted you out of your clothes, I’d get you out of them myself.  You’d be taking care of me right now.”  He didn’t believe that Smiff actually thought that he was only trying to get in his pants anyway, but he couldn’t help but want to get him back for all the teasing Smiff’d been dishing his way.  “This could’ve been a sexy massage, baby.  All you had to do was take your pants off.  Fucks sake, maybe if you play your cards right, it can still be a sexy massage,” he joked and laughed while his hands wandered the expanse of Smiff’s back, finally settling on his broad shoulders.  Ross started massaging, working out any knots that he came across as gently as he could with his thumbs.  Maybe it was all in his head, but he reckoned that Smiff felt at least a little more tense than normal.  “Do you have any lotion?  Or is lube any good for massaging?”  He laughed over what a stupid question that was, although it was a legitimate question since he truly did want to spoil and pamper his boyfriend.  For all he knew, Smiff probably had a bottle of massage oil somewhere.

Ross laughed at the teasing and rolled his eyes, about to respond, but Smiff’s lips were against his own before he could get a word out.  “You know me,” he said with a sigh after they’d parted and he turned his gaze downwards with the most bashful and embarrassed expression he could try to make.  “I’m just so… shy.  You’re so hot and… and I’d be so embarrassed if you rejected me.”  He couldn’t manage to keep his giggles down, so as he laughed, he looked back up at Smiff and his pseudo coy demeanour disappeared instantly.  “Honestly, yeah; I think just telling you what I want is way fucking easier than hoping you’ll pick up on a hint.  I reckon someone here likes it that way too.”  Ross gently dug his fingers into Smiff’s sides with a cheeky grin before he shamelessly began to push his boyfriend’s t-shirt upwards, obviously wanting to get him out of it.  The comment he’d made about wanting them both in less clothes was definitely more than just a passing joke – his thoughts had begun to move in that direction the moment he began fantasising about the possibilities of meeting up with an already-drunk Smiff at Saturday’s party.  “I promised you a massage, didn’t I?  Now seems like as good a time as any.” 

Smiff’s lowered tone left Ross’ stomach doing flips as he held eye contact with the other man, a small smirk still resting on the edges of his lips.  He’d never get sick of listening to Smiff feed his own ego; just knowing that he had what sounded like permission to be even the slightest bit possessive over Smiff at a party was kind of incredible considering what a flirt the guy could be.  Leaning back in for another kiss, Ross moved one hand to the side of Smiff’s neck and he pressed his body a little closer to his boyfriend’s until he was practically sitting in his lap.  Between the sultry tone of the other’s voice and the way his fingers touched his face, he couldn’t help himself.  “This…” he began, muttering lowly against Smiff’s mouth before he pecked him firmly once more and then leant back enough to continue, “This is how I wanna spend the rest of break.”  Obviously he didn’t mean that literally, but if he had things his way, Ross would happily spend the rest of the week tangled up in bed with his boyfriend.  Chuckling, he moved his hand up Smiff’s neck to gently comb his fingers through his hair as he casually said, “Preferably with a lot less clothes too.”