“Hey, that was pretty cool, do it again.”

I gave my cat that was wandering around the table next to us a scratch behind the ears as Jon replayed the last couple of chords on his guitar, which he nicknamed Lola. Its case was littered in stickers already, I wondered how he managed to collect all of them.

“Think we could use that bit in the song?” Jon asked once he was done.

“Possibly.” I scooted my chair closer to the desk and messed with Ableton a bit. Jon and I were collaborating on a track for his new EP and it really just needed a couple more tweaks.

Jon put his guitar down and moved up next to me. His arm brushed against mine and the little hairs on mine stood up. I ignored the reaction and kept clicking buttons, adding and deleting sounds to our tune.

“What do you think?”

Jon turned his head to answer but I couldn't concentrate because his face was inches from mine and I could feel his breath against my neck. I unconsciously licked my lips and tried to keep my breathing normal. Jon seemed to take notice and stopped mid-sentence. I wasn't sure if I was imagining the sexual tension between the two of us or not. We had been stuck in my house working on music for a few days now, neither of us leaving each others side other than for bathroom breaks and sleep.

The next thing I knew, Jon kissed me.

My brain went into a sensory overload and I considered the possibility that I was actually just imagining it all. I didn't like Jon that way... did I? Still, my body wouldn't let me break the kiss.

The next thing I knew, we were on the couch and I wasn't entirely sure how we'd even ended up there. Jon was on top of me, our bodies exchanging heat and our mouths exchanging saliva. A red flag was going off in my brain telling me something just wasn't right here, but I couldn't even focus enough to do anything about it.

Our lips met over and over; smacking noises filled my ears. Jon ground his hips down against me and I let out a cross between a moan and a whimper. One of his large hands made its way up and rested against my face. His thumb pressed against the side of my jaw until I opened my mouth and his tongue intruded in. I whimpered again, feeling helpless. I wanted this to stop but at the same time, I didn't. I'd never been this confused in my life.

Jon continued working his tongue into our kisses, doing things I had never experienced from a girl before. I liked it, but I'm straight. Right?!

The warmth of his body couldn't stop me from breaking out in goosebumps. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands up his back, needing to somehow convince myself that what was happening wasn't just a dream or my imagination going rampant. Jon arched his back and pressed his hips against me harder. I could feel his erection against my own and somehow that both terrified and excited me. I pressed up against him, testing the waters, and suddenly he stopped everything.

“You don't want this,” he said, sitting up. I stayed in my position and looked up at him, not sure how to react. “You're a straight man, you're not into this, you just think you are. Trust me, you wouldn't be able to handle me, baby boy.”

I cleared my throat to try and interject but I wasn't even sure what to say.

“You and I are both the dominant type; putting us up against each other wouldn't work out. I'd fuck you up, you don't need that. You don't need the questioning that comes with it. You have fun with your girls and I'll be with my guys.” He got up and walked off to the bathroom, ending it as simply as it started.

Later that night, in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened hours earlier. Jon had come out of the bathroom and went straight back to work on the song like nothing happened. It had taken me a bit to cool down and I still felt too awkward and flushed to pick up the song where I left off. I ended up taking a shower and going to bed early. But now here I was, sitting up, wide awake, thinking about the man sleeping out on the couch.

I got up and quietly opened the door to peak out at Jon. Luckily the couch was visible from my bedroom door. There he lay, wide awake, looking at me. Well, so much for being stealthy. I walked out into the living room stood next to the couch. He scooted up so I'd have room to sit down at the end. I did, and that about concluded what I had planned to do, because quite frankly, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing with Jon at the moment.

Jon looked at me, waiting for me to say something, but I was pretty much at a loss for words. What do I say? 'Hey, we made out earlier, I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I was wondering if we could try it again?' Yeah, that would go over swell. Especially after he told me I couldn't 'handle what he had to offer.' What did that even mean anyway?

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, giving time for my heart to practically leap through my throat, I decided what the fuck.

I pushed Jon backwards onto the couch and crawled on top of him, taking the upper position this time. I guess he was right about both of us being the dominant type. My lips forcefully connected with his and he took a grip on my hair. Our tongues snaked into each others mouth and fought for dominance and I was pretty sure my scalp would be bleeding soon. His free hand went under my shirt and scratched all the way up my back, surely leaving red claw marks in its wake. I groaned and rubbed myself against him, hips against hips, and he returned the noise, loudly, into my ear. I bit down hard on his neck, causing a twitch in his boxers. I knew he'd be a kinky one.

Jon grabbed a hold of my hip and flipped me over, causing us to both fall off the couch and land in a heap on the floor; I, of course, ended up back on the bottom. Jon's lips crashed against mine and he forcefully shoved his tongue into my mouth. He bit down on my lower lip as his right hand made its way between my legs. He rubbed the palm of his hand up and down against me and it was impossible not to react to it. With nothing but thin boxers separating myself from his hand, I knew he could easily tell exactly what he was doing to me.

With one last squeeze and a forceful kiss, he was off me and smiling down at me from above.

“Go to bed, Thomas.”

I got up, confused at what in the hell just happened, and walked back to my room. Jon got back on the couch like nothing had happened, again. What the fuck?

The next day came and once again, Jon acted like nothing was different. My bottom lip was bruised and swollen and sure enough, I had dark red scratch marks up my back. My scalp hurt when I ran a brush through it too and God knows what other kinds of injuries I had from the night before. Jon had a bruised bite mark on the side of his neck though, so at least I wasn't the only one with battle scars.

The two of us finished up the last bit of the song we had been working on and named it “Whiskers” after my nosy cat that kept trying to sleep on my laptop, Jon's guitar, even Jon himself. Afterward I made us some breakfast and we just lazed around the house with nothing else to do. Jon ended up falling asleep on the couch a little while later so I took to my room for a nap of my own.

I awoke to the sound of my door creaking open and someone walking in. I turned over as Jon climbed onto my bed and hovered over top of me.

I looked up at him, blurry eyed and confused, and wondered if I was dreaming. Jon simply smiled and dropped something small and square onto my chest. I realized it was a condom right as Jon scooted down and jerked my boxers off in one fell swoop. I was left half asleep, half naked, and fully confused.

Before I could even wrap my brain around what was going on, Jon's hot mouth was on me and oh my God it felt so good. I was hard in record time; it was like he knew exactly how to turn me on. I guess a guy would know what another guy would like, huh?

I ran my fingers through his short spiky hair and moaned and his tongue swirled around the head and his fingers caressed my balls. His hand trailed lower and oh God, I know exactly where he's going with this now. He removed his mouth from me long enough to coat his finger with saliva and then went back to sucking me off. He moved my legs apart and slowly pressed at me with his cold, wet finger. I clenched up automatically but soon his prodding was too much for me to fight off. He slipped inside of me and I gasped at the intrusion. He worked his long, skinny finger around and soon added a new one. I whimpered and tried to push his hand away but when he set his mind on something, nothing could stop him, I soon found out.

I kept squirming, trying to get away, so Jon stopped what he was doing and pressed his full body weight down on top of me. He pinned my hands above my head and kissed me with reckless abandon. My already sore lips hurt even more but I wanted so much of him. I wrapped my legs around his body and ground my hips up against his. My naked body against his clothed one caused unbearable friction but all I wanted was to get off from it.

He sat up quickly, yanked my shirt off and threw it, then undressed himself and retrieved the condom from where it fell next to the bed. Had to admit, he had a good bit more body hair than any girl I'd ever seen and it was kinda weird, but that fact wasn't stopping me from having a raging boner at the site of his naked body.

It didn't fully hit me what he was planning on doing with me until he opened the condom wrapper and started rolling it onto himself.

“Shit,” I mumbled, sitting up to frantically search through my bedside drawer. Jon didn't bring any lube in with him and I wasn't about to let him try anything without a little help. I found a half empty bottle of KY and handed it to him quickly. I gulped, not sure if I really knew what I was getting myself into. Jon motioned for me to flip over but I shook my head. I wanted to be able to see what he was doing when he did it.

I laid back down, facing him, and he shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He poured the lubricant onto his covered member and tossed the bottle off the side of the mattress. He roughly grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed, against him. He pushed my legs up to where my knees were close to my chest, then spread them apart and rubbed himself against my butt.

I squeaked at the coldness and closed my eyes, scared of what would happen next. He let go of one of my legs to use his hand to guide himself inside of me. I gasped and cried out as he pushed in and there wasn't even a word in my vocabulary to describe the pain of the initial stretch. I took a few deeps breaths and dug my fingernails into Jon's hip. I was clenching my jaw so hard I was sure I wouldn't be able to open it for days and I wouldn't be surprised if I chipped a tooth.

Once he was all the way inside of me, which felt like it took a year, I started working on breathing properly again. Jon leaned down and kissed me but I couldn't quite unclench my jaw yet so I was about useless at kissing him back. He rocked his hips slightly and sent a few more small waves of pain through me until I got used to the feeling. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pressed myself against him as close as I could, desperate to get some kind of pleasure out of all the pain.

He slowly pulled out until only the tip was still inside of me, then plunged back in. I cried out but he shoved his tongue down my throat before I could protest anymore. He continued the rough movements until I was sure I couldn't take anymore, then suddenly got gentle and barely moved inside of me. I sucked in a few deeps breaths and reached down to grip his ass as tight as I could. He smiled at me and sunk his teeth into my neck as he started rocking his hips against me. The motion of his body inside of mine was the weirdest sensation ever, but it started feeling really good after a minute of it. With every thrust, I felt myself getting more and more into it. I moved my hips along with the rhythm of his and the bed started squeaking below us.

It suddenly hit me that I was having sex with a man but I was too far gone to even think about stopping it now. The consequences were secondary to the pleasure that was starting to overtake my body. I wrapped my arms around Jon's neck and pulled him close to me. Our lips met and it was like fireworks shooting through my body. I didn't know whether or not I even had feelings towards him in that way, but right now it felt right and that's all that mattered to me.

I snaked my hand in between us and pumped myself, needing to get off. Jon shifted slightly and went at it from a different angle and oh God what was that, do it again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to me because he thrust harder and harder right into the same spot over and over.

“Oh, oh, OH!” I cried out as waves of pleasure overtook me. I came in streams up my stomach and all over Jon's as well. He kept at it until he hit his climax, then collapsed on top of me. I took deep breaths to try and clear my head. I'm not sure what just happened, but I'm pretty damn sure there was no way to deny I liked it.

Jon got up and walked off to the bathroom as I laid still and settled my breathing. My ass was sore and it kinda felt like I took a massive shit, but I wasn't complaining. Jon came out and laid on the bed next to me, so I went to the bathroom to clean up and avoid having an awkward silence between the two of us. When I came back out, he was already asleep. I laid down next to him and watched his chest rise and fall with every breath.