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Fellow Travelers 1.03 "Hit Me"

Then he was letting out something almost like a whimper. "Tyler, shit, fuck, fuck...gonna—fuck—don't want to...finish already..." His words were failing him, and he couldn't seem to form complete thoughts. He just wanted this to feel good for both of them and not end in less than five minutes. Tyler's mouth was just so hot and wet, and Knox was just so on edge; it was taking everything he had not to snap his hips up and fuck his throat.

A grin formed on Tyler's lips as he detracted them from Knox's throbbing head with a resounding pop. It had swollen up to due to his handiwork. "Having too much fun, huh?" Tyler couldn't help but tease, voice all low and husky as he gripped his best friend by the base and licked a stripe up the backside of his cock with the flat of his tongue. "All those sounds you were making? How's a guy supposed to wanna stop?" A short laugh trailed his words before pressing soft kisses to the inner parts of his thighs. "Besides, you make it sound like finishing would be a bad thing. Based on how good you taste, I bet your load tastes like heaven, itself."

Nico set his beer aside and leaned forward, his hand on the counter. "What if I said yes? Think you could top the experience, pretty boy?"

"I'd say you're already ten times more interesting than any guy that's come in here all night. And that I think you're ten times hotter for it." He grinned a slow and lethargic smile, all easy charm. "But, yeah, I know I could. Not to brag, or whatever, but this mouth has a fucking reputation. It's never had a dissatisfied customer."

Someone dropped him off a drink and Xuuna smirked. "Yeah? How could I pass up such a generous invitation?" They'd only briefly met in one of Xuuna's clubs, but apparently the crime lord had left an impression.

"Come, come." Emmett teasingly ordered, snaking his hand through Xuuna's after hearty swig left him feeling heady already. "You don't strike me as the dancing type, ironically. So, what kind of fun does a guy like you get up to at a birthday party of all places?"

"Are you saying I don't seem relaxed right now, Teddy?" There's an affectionate tilt to Neil's voice before he can school it in to something more stoic. More and more he found it filling his voice with the younger male. Every opportunity that presented itself to spend time around the other just the two of them was taken. Micahel would kill him if he found out how often this happened. He didn't miss the slight arch of the other's hips in to his hand, grinning despite every thought telling him he shouldn't. "What can I say? You seem like you need some extra care sometimes?" His voice was low head tipping in to catch against Teddy's lips for a moment, before instead shifting his touch to almost pull the other in to his lap and hold him there on top of him.

"You've got a wicked, little mind in that head of yours. Nothing relaxed about it. I see how you work, baby." Teddy teased, nothing but big smiles on his youthful face. In all honesty, Teddy didn't have a name for what him and Neil were. Fuck buddies felt too crass for how well he knew him as a friend of his father's. But, they weren't quite together, either. Not yet, at least. Either way, Teddy was happy to get his paws on Neil every second he got. "Well, aren't you thoughtful?" Teddy mumbled into Neil's kiss, happy to get another taste of him. Their setup was risky as is, which meant that every kiss could be their last and Teddy wanted to commit Neil's taste to memory. "So, I take it we're not doing a whole lot of swimming today, huh?" He jested, curling a hand down Neil's jaw, nuzzling his face up against the man's neck.

He took a deep breath, whimpering as he looked back and just took a moment to stare at Tyler’s cock, in his younger days he would’ve been happily bending over backwards like an acrobat to suck it but right now he was settling for just admiring it. Hell, he was admiring all of Tyler, the man was easily the most muscular human being that Simon had ever seen in his life. He growled and moaned just looking at the gorgeous hunk, before a particularly pointed tongue movement had him shuddering and almost lose his grip on the headboard “Oh holy god… oh fuck that’s it, that’s… fuck” he panted out, a bead of precum forming on the tip of his cock, making a line down his length and dropping right onto Tyler’s forehead “Oh fuck… stud… you keep that up I’m gonna cum on your headboard… you want that, or you want to impale me on something bigger” he panted out, shuddering a little “... or both, cos fuck keep that up, both is gonna happen no matter what!”

The more Simon circled his hips and the more Tyler craned his head up to meet him, the more he could hear his bed creak beneath them. He'd had his fair share of men entangled in his sheets, but he wasn't sure he put his whole back into it with anyone else like he had been with Simon. If somehow the bed gave way beneath them, then so be it. Tyler would have felt honored to break every single piece of furniture in his apartment if he meant he could ravish Simon's body in every single angle imaginable. Being his favorite customer had its perks. Tyler groaned against Simon's hole as he fucked it with his tongue. The taste was intoxicating. They could stay locked in the same position all night and Tyler would consider it a win. The cool drop of pre hit his forehead and Tyler felt his whole body go aflame. If anything, he only picked up intensity at the warning, devouring Simon with increasing speed and ferocity. "Cum for me...Simon..." Tyler detached himself for just long enough to whisper the command to his lover. "Want you marking this bed with your loads. You sound so pretty when you're whining like that. Cum for me, baby, please."

"A children's fantasy book?" As if Xavi couldn't get more interested. "You keep surprising me, Sky. Maybe a few days out here is gonna get you back into writing." Because he would surely like to keep Sky around for as long as he could. At the mention of his new story, he frowned a little and chuckled. "That's random." He admitted. "But I want to read it." Xavi's arm curled around Sky's waist and he tugged him in a little closer. "You alright? Can you see it? Do you like it?" He asked, face ducking down to meet his gaze with a little smile. "That's a lot of questions but I just wanna make sure you're alright."

"I'm more than just a pretty face." Sky mumbled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. The more time he spent with Xavi, the more Sky felt himself opening up, even willing to be a little cheeky for once. It felt good to finally feel so relaxed around another person. "Well, I'll make sure that you get your hands on the first draft once it's ready." The idea of someone other than his editor or agent reading his work before it was ready would normally shake Sky to his core, but if a stranger was willing to give it a look, what was the harm? A small laugh escaped him as their hips bumped against one another. Sky wasn't short, but he certainly didn't tower over anyone. He still had to stretch his neck over the heads in the crowd to see the band. "I can see enough. They sound great." Sky nodded, head swinging back to Xavi. "You must have a lot of fun out here, huh?

With a casual ease, Luke walked about to where his clothing lay and grabbed his shirt from the pile. With his body bent a little to arch his ass back towards Michael he slipped it on, buttoning it up and making sure it was neat. Pants next, making a point to stop them just below his ass so he could make it jiggle for Michael. He knew his best feature and he wanted to have the fun of teasing Michael just a little,get the man worked up and eager for more. He fixed his tie and coat before he had the pants covering his well fucked and leaking ass. Finally he looked down to where his underwear were, crumpled on the floor where they’d been eagerly thrown off. He picked them up casually, swirling it around his finger as he walked back to Michael and put the underwear in the man’s front shirt pocket, arranging it a little to mimic a pocket square “Hmm, there, I think that completes your look perfectly” he joked, looking up to the man with a grin “So… should I go out first and you follow me a little later, or do we give the office confirmation of what I’m pretty sure they all guessed was happening the second I walked in here”

Michael took in a deep inhale as Luke left him with a parting gift he wouldn't soon get rid of. The smell of the man was so close to his face, he felt off-kilter on his own legs. Luke was like a drug he just couldn't quit. "Every time I think you can't get any sluttier, you go and surprise me. Remind me to give you pair so you can huff next you jack off. Think of me when you do it, alright?" Michael knew what they were doing wasn't illegal, but there were certainly ethical questions that would come up once people found out, if they hadn't already from they symphony they were making mere minutes ago. "You and I? We're walking out there together. I'm the boss, what're they gonna do? If anything, you made every other male coworker jealous. I might just have a line out the door, come morning." Michael winked as he led Luke out of his office, by the small of his back. He didn't make any explicit moves as they walked along the floor, leaving cubicles and stunned employees in their wake. He only gave the occasional smile and wave until they were safely in the elevator, on their way down to his car. "Yeah, they were staring daggers at you, for sure."

The familiar push of Sean slowly sinking into him almost felt like a rush of relief. It didn't matter just how many times they had sex, and they'd had sex countless times, Sean knew what he was doing and he made James feel like it was their first time every single time. It was corny as hell, but the sex was too good. "You're lucky we're friends with the way you love to fucking degrade me." James teased, the smirk on his face showing of the glint of his canines, a wicked little smile. In any case, James was more than happy to get degraded by Sean and be his personal hole to fuck whenever days became too stressful. They both benefited, from his perspective. James fought to keep his cool, shakily laughing at his friend's words. "W-What's it been? A week? God, you're so f-fucking hungry for it. Nobody else compares, huh? Nobody quite as tight?" For good measure, he constricted his muscles around Sean's cock, sealing the man's girth within him so that he really had to put forth some effort to rut into him. But, Sean was especially needy that night, James could feel it. It was a pounding by every definition of the word, properly sending the upper part of James's body down into the mattress, his perky ass still hiked up into the air for Sean to keep using. "G-Gonna give me a big head, dude. Fuck," James breathed, barely able to quip with Sean, his head was swimming, his body aflame from how severely Sean was working it. "It's all yours, bro. Whenever you want it, however you want it. Fuck, dude, keep going. Don't stop. Want that load bad."

Sean put his all into just using that ass, the way that James gripped around him certainly made it harder but it also made it better. Every time he bottomed out it felt so good, feeling those walls wrapped around him and making his entire body just shudder with a pure raw need that filled every inch of his body. He licked his lips a little as he just enjoyed the feeling and the sight of James’ face as he kept taking every inch of Sean “Nobody even comes fucking close… and believe me I’ve tried, you’re just too fucking good” he growled, his hands running over James’ insanely perfect body just feeling up as much of him as he could. Every inch just felt perfect, those muscles were perfect, his curves were flawless and the way that ass jiggled every single time that he bottomed out was just the cherry on top. Sean just couldn’t hold back, James pulled every wicked desire out of him with such ease and the bigger man was happy to indulge “Fuck dude you’re gonna get that load… you’re gonna get a lot of loads tonight” he promised, going to kiss over the man’s neck lustfully while he kept slamming hard and deep with everything he had in him just feeling the contricting around him, making his cock throb with the building intense need. He kissed and slammed away with all he had in him, hands moving up from James’ hip and around to his chest, pulling the man against him “Gonna breed you so fucking deep James… gonna breed you so many times, been pent up so long that this hole of yours is gonna get so much… so… oh… oh fuck YES!” He growled out, burying his head in the man’s neck and thrusting in balls deep, his large body shaking as he held tight and came deep as he could inside that obscenely perfect ass that made him feel better in a matter of seconds.

"God, you're so sexy when you're complimenting me." James breathed, sweat already forming at his temples from the sheer strain of taking Sean within him. It didn't matter how many times they went at it, and they'd fucked what felt like countless times, James always held a vice-like grip on Sean's cock. It drove them both wild, which was probably why they were such compatible fuck buddies. "Telling ya, one of these days you're gonna realize I'm the only ass for you. I'll l-let you figure that out on your own time t-though." James laughed, head tilted back. There was something so uniquely hot about being the only guy a man wanted to fuck, especially if they weren't formally together. James was cocky, sure, but when Sean fucked him like it was the first time every time? What other conclusion was he supposed to come to? "Better fucking make good on that p-promise, dude. I don't want us stopping...or sleeping 'til the sun comes up, alright?" James knew if there was one man who would make good on that promise, it'd be Sean. But, there was so much fun to be had in riling his best friend up. The second Sean wrapped his strong arm around his chest and pulled him upward, against him, James smirked, knowing he was getting exactly what he wanted. "That's it, buddy," James cooed. "Gimme that fucking load. Fuck all that frustration out!" He commanded in triumph as the familiar sensation of ropes of Sean's heavy seed shot up inside him. A tightness filled his groin in succession before firing off his own, hands-free load. After it finally stopped, James chuckled, dragging Sean in for a kiss. "I'll help you wash the sheets in the morning."

Johnny managed to get one of his hands down around Tobey’s cock, feeling how hard it was and stroked it in time with his hard fucking. If this was how they’d make it through this little stint on the island, that’d make it worthwhile. He didn’t hold back, he moaned and growled loudly and with raw intense abandon. He could hear birds getting startled by the sounds they were making and flying away, grunting and growling happily as his knees dug into the sand underneath them “Fuck, your hole was fucking made for me wasn’t it? Been waiting for a real cock like this to fucking wreck you, give you what you fucking deserve… you hot fucking stud!” he growled out, every inch of him throbbing hard and deep inside the perfect stallion underneath him as the sky slowly started getting cloudier and cloudier.

Without fear of getting caught or being seen, the two men went at it like a pair of wild beasts, perfect for their temporary wild home. Moans and groans filled the air, louder than anything Tobey had ever allowed himself to be. And when Johnny's strong grip wrapped around his own wanting cock, Tobey just about lost it. "F-Fuck, and you're g-getting me...from both ends now? Feels...greedy...the way you put any and all t-tops...to shame!" Tobey didn't care about gushing, didn't care if it gave Johnny a big head. The man was a god by any measure, he deserved to be lauded as such. "Feels like fucking silk...doesn't it?" He couldn't help singing his own praises a bit. He knew what he brought to the table. Tobey grinned, reaching around and giving his ass a few good smacks, letting it recoil against Johnny's girth. Through his parted lips, a stray raindrop fell on Tobey's tongue. A crooked smile formed on his lips. "Ever bred a guy in the rain, big guy?"

"Oh my god." Ben breathes out as he stares at Christopher. He still can't believe this is the same guy who tried to gently scold him about being on his dock. Breathless laughter is tugged from his lips as the other pulls him in. "I heard you." Ben agrees with a wide grin as he feels like he's practically vibrating out of his skin. "What happened to you? You used to be so innocent." Ben reaches both hands up to slip into Chris' hair as he squints at his face like he's really thinking about it. "Practically virginal when I met you." Ben chides softly before he pulls his hands from the others hair to swat at his hands. "Alright. That's all you could think about while I was playing with my friends?" Ben pulls his shirt off as he watches Chris and the many clothes he's also wearing. "Aren't you going to be sweet to me? You're being so fuckin' bossy." Ben pushes his sweats down and obnoxiously pulls his socks off too. "Put me on the bed. Since you think you're in charge and shit."

"Did you, though?" Chris questioned, hands gripping Ben's sides like he were some ephemeral thing, that he'd float away if he ever loosened his hold. Chris snorted. Was he innocent? It had been so long before Ben washed up in his backyard, it was hard to classify himself as anything but crazy for the other man. "Guess there's just something special 'bout you that's strong enough to make a man lose himself." Chris whispered with the gentleness of whispering sweet nothings to his lover. "Alright, now you're just being an ass." Chris shot back. The last thing he needed was to spend the rest of their night going through his whole history of lays just to prove a point. "Baby, that's all I can think about no matter what you're doing. Hell, no matter what I'm doing." Chris admitted as he slowly peeled away his shirt in response to Ben's disrobing. Made a real stink about doing it slowly too. He knew it'd drive the man wild with impatience. "And yet you still came. Funny how that works, huh?" He teased before bending low and scooping Ben into his arms with one swoop. Ben was beefy in his own way, but it was light work for Chris. Years on construction sites made lifting pretty boys a breeze. With a grunt, he plopped Ben down on his bed, flat on his stomach before towering over him. His lips covered over the nape of his neck, toying with the idea of just biting into him already. "If I'm not in charge...then, who is?"