A Crooked Chase (18+, Private, SapphireD910 & rarcoryn)

[SapphireD910]

 

 

Name: Trip Jones

Age: 28

Hair: Chocolate Brown

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 205 lbs

 

New town, new job, and new apartment, but he felt it was all just more of the same. Trip didn't much care for his new scenary, but it was necessary. And maybe the last place would catch onto his absence, but at this point it would just be coincidense and not much else, that a member of law enforcement and one of the greatest interest pieces took off about the same time.

 

Unpacking, he looked around the room. Not much different than the last place; cramped rooms, peeling walls, faint smell of mold, and the harmony of several sirens through a window ovelooking an alleyway fire escape. This place just turned out to be more expensive. For such a dingy and crime-ridden area, the property values sure were high. "Shit if they're paying me that much more."

 

He kicked a box with a frustrated sound. He had been in here long enough waiting for the power to be turned on, only lit by the steet lights distantly glowing in through the windows. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he realized it was pointless to contnue. He neeed a drink, maybe some food since nothing be put in his powerless fridge at the moment. Not one for musty hallways and running into any neighbors, Trip propped open one of his windows and climbed out to the fire escape climbing his way to the street.

 

Despite the rukus, this place wasn't that far from the department of justice and his new job location. First day of work was in less than 12 hours. Trip guessed the bars nearby would see a lot of cops and lawyers as patrons and opted for a bar a few blocks out of the neighborhood. His eyes caught one, dimmed windows, lots of blue lghtening, and a healthy amount of banter and sounds of broken glass. He anticipated at least one of his fixes being met here.

 

Going inside he immediately sat at the bar. "Straight whiskey," he indicated to the bartender, who was quick on the draw and quick to deliver. Turning with his back against the bar he skimmed the room; a slightly older crowd than he'd been looking for, but with rk not too far away, he doubt he could get away with a quick round. But i can still try, he thought with a half smile, taking a drink of his whiskey.

 

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[rarcoryn]

 

NAME: Bradley McKenzie

AGE: 34

HAIR COLOUR: Hair Brown

EYE COLOUR: Hazel

HEIGHT: 5'10"

 

All credit to the artist respected.

 

 

Another late night, another desk of papers. It was the only part he hated about the job. It didn't matter how long your service or how high your rank. Paperwork was always involved at some point. But since the other detective in the force, his partner on the job had been in severally injured and discharged, the work had only mounted up. Several self-made promises were broken and now he was paying for it.

 

Three hours had passed since the end of his shift but Bradley had managed to get through a good chunk of what needed to be done. The urgent and overdue was tackled which was the most important items to check off. The only last thing to do was to join some of the guys down at the bar. He assumed a good handful of them would still be wasting their evening there.

 

Grabbing his coat, his keys and his phone, Bradley locked his office for the night, making his way down to the exit of the building, greeting the security guard on his way out. A couple of minutes later and he stepped into the bar, the roar of cheers greeting him from a table of familiar faces to his left. “He finally leaves work,” one of the younger officer’s shouts, holding his bottle high and looking a little too drunk than he should be if he was due to be in work the next day.

 

‘He’ll be regretting that tomorrow’ he thought as he smirked. He turned his attention back to the bar and made his way over to it. Even though there was a vast choice to choose from, he always went for the same beer. But before he could order, he felt a friendly arm wrap around his shoulders, only to be greeted by the superintendent.

 

“Whatever he wants, it’s on me,” the bald man informed the bar staff before giving a firm pat on Bradley’s back. “You’ve spent far too much time in the office since Rick was discharged s tonight is on me. You deserve it,” he said, addressing Bradley directly before wandering back over to the table where he’d came from.

 

He made his order and the beer was brought to him. The cold batter in his hands felt refreshing, soothing the aches on his fingers from the hefty pen work he had done in the day. A mouthful of the liquid was equally as refreshing. Giving his tired eyes a rub, he contemplated sitting with the other offices at the table, but he had no intention of staying long; he had to be early the next day, so maybe one or two beers was all he was going to get. Perhaps it was best just to let them get on with it.

[SapphireD910]

Trip shot back the last bit of his whiskey, letting the ice clink around a bit before setting the glass on the counter. He noticed a group at another point of the building get louder as a man entered the establishment. They had a look about them; professionals of some sort, and he questioned if he had failed to avoid certain groups of patrons in law enforcement or just happened to find a bar with that sort of appeal that it couldn't be avoided. People in a profession under the law often had plenty to drink over. He casually eyed the man that caused the commotion from the group; older, seemed maybe in need of loosening up and by his reaction to his friends he seemed to have made a decent observation. When the other man made his way to the bar counter Trip tried to avert his eyes.

 

The man being closer gave him a chance to look him over more closely, side-glancing. He felt his interest perked further taking in those handsome features. He dared to make small talk maybe offer to get him something as per usual in a setting like this, but before he could a man, appearing a bit tipsy or just delighted in this environment, approached and offered him a drink. Trip snorted. What the fuck was he even thinking? Did the whiskey kick in that fast? Was he suddenly becoming a light weight? He didn't need to get caught up buying men drinks his first full night in town, with his new expensive apartment and the night before the new job, especially if they didn't seem the type to have further interests with him. Besides, where would he take anyone... that powerless, overpriced box?

 

"Is there some celebration going on?" He casually spoke without turning to the other man and signaling to the bartender he'd at least have one more glass. "Your friends over there seem to be in high spirits."

[rarcoryn]

Taking a swig from the bottle he heard the question from the other male standing close by at the bar. He let a brief chuckle, amused by the question.

 

“If you can call finishing work a celebration, then yeah, I guess it is,” Bradley replied, taking another satisfying drink from the bottle. “Making it through another full day in one piece is enough for them.” Another cheer erupted from the table but he wasn’t bothered enough to turn around and see what the fuss was about. It was the same troupe most of the nights. A couple of the guys on the force were regulars at the bar and sometimes other’s tagged along depending on what was waiting for them at home.

 

Without realizing it he had finished the bottle and quickly ordered another, telling himself mentally that two was the limit. He still had to be up early the next day. As he waited for the bartender to bring a fresh bottle, Bradley pulled his cell out of his pocket and took a look through the days’ notifications. Nothing particularly worth a glace apart from a reminder about the new guy that was due to be starting sometime in the next few days. No exact date was given on his arrival, only an ‘as soon as possible’ statement was provided when he asked the Chief.

 

“I probably should join them. Say thanks for the free beers. Doubt the muppet will remember it in the morning,” he spoke, tucking his phone into his pocket and grabbing the new bottle. “Put that whiskey on baldy’s tab,” he ordered, flashing a cheeky smile at the guy next to him. “He didn’t say I couldn’t order drinks for anyone else,” he said as he turned and walked toward the group, bottle in hand.

 

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[SapphireD910]

Shit, Trip thought to himself, taking in that smile and turning with one of his own and calling over his shoulder. "Thanks." He was definitely going to call it for the night. He was too easily drawn in by that man. Too many things were coming to mind that would make for a troublesome morning. Still, he bit his lip looking over at the man as he walked away. I may have to remember this place for the future though. Drinks aren't half bad either.

 

He gave a short smile at the bartender putting his second whiskey down and put down cash to pay for the first. "Appreciate it." He tossed this one back in one go and pushed himself away from the bar. Might as well get back in the apartment while there's a chance I wont completely crash into something. Who knows, might actually have power on by now. Part of him just wanted to avoid the loud group and not interrupt them, but that guy trapped his attention again. Dammit, the liquor was working fast, he was becoming a light weight. He should acknowledge him before leaving, right?

 

Trip was shit at socializing. He cared too much about the little things and he seemed to give no shits about what mattered to most other people. He was curt, stubborn, and rough around the edges. He found people like him were assholes, and he found generally nice people obnoxious or even fake. More balanced people just couldn't make up their minds which one of the former two they were more like. But one thing they had in common, Trip usually put them off.

 

Despite himself and concerns about his judgment ability at this moment with the two rushed whiskeys hitting him quickly, he curved the path of his exit by the table the man had joined. "Hey thanks, by the way... names Trip." He hesitated ever so slightly before putting out his hand. Even he seemed a little puzzled. All this over a fucking drink, or are we just drinking up the looks of this guy that much? He couldn't really deny he was taking his fair share of glances of the older man.

[rarcoryn]

Laughing at a comment made by one of his comrades, Bradley hadn’t noticed the other man approach him until he heard his voice. He looked over to see Trip standing over him, hand out stretched and offered to him. He took the other’s hand in his feeling the textured skin against his own rough palms and he gave it welcoming shake. The man’s green eyes caught his attention this time and he mentally noted the roguish good looks the male had.

 

“Sure, no problem,” he responded as he let go of the other’s hand. “Bradley,” he added after a few seconds. He considered offering the other man to join him at the table, but he reminded himself that he was going to leave after he finished the bottle he held which would be rude.

 

“Who’s tha new guy?” one of the officer’s called to Bradley, grabbing his attention. The rest of the group had picked up on the question all turning to look at Bradley, putting the focus on him. Feeling uncomfortable, he finished his bottle and placed it on the table before he excused himself. He put an arm on Trip’s back and escort the man out of the building with him.

 

“Sorry about that,” he said as the bar door closed behind them. “I’m hoping that you were finished in the bar. Didn’t want them getting up in your shit.” He looked back in the window and saw that they had gone back to their rowdy routine.

[SapphireD910]

Before he could even process the strong grip and the familiar feel of a rough hand used to some rougher work, Trip found himself startled by the warmth of the man's arm against his back. He'd been in the bar for roughly 30 minutes before noticing the man's arrival, yet he seemed to run warm. He felt a cheeky smile stretch across his face, almost finding himself leaning into the touch. It reminded him that it had been a little while since he'd really made contact with anyone. "Yeah, I was done, but didn't mean to pull the man of the hour away." He looked back towards the bar a moment. Everything seemed to point to his new companion being rather popular and well-liked. Strange for a guy like him to take to Trip other than to snub him.

 

He looked down the street in the direction of his apartment with an annoyed squint. "I just needed to get out of the new apartment for a bit." Trip sighed imagining how he might end up toppling over his own boxes once he made it back home. He wondered if he should go in the way he came out and horrify the neighbors, if they didn't already imagine him as some punk who would have men climbing in through the window.

 

He chuckled out loud a bit, noting that his buzz had officially set in. "I don't know what the fucks the matter with me. Maybe I'm too used to weak shit, I've forgotten what a decent whiskey is like." He felt his cheeks heat up and the fuzziness in his brain set making him feel really comfortable, if not a little irritated with himself. He attempted to hide it from the other man, however. "Bradley right? Come here often?" He realized that sounded like a line, and when he finally decided to use a line on this ruggedly handsome... if, he ever decided, he would at least want to use a better one. He noticed with the glow of the bar that the man was developing a little shadow along his jaw, it suited him. "I mean, since I'm new in town, seems a decent spot to take a break."

[rarcoryn]

“You’re new to the city?” Bradley picked up on, giving Trip a once over the dim street light. In the dimmer light the man looked more appealing than he had in the bar, the poor lighting managing to highlight some of the younger man’s fine features. It was a line and it got him. Being hit on by a younger man was a compliment that he didn’t get often, mostly as he spent too much time in the office and little time socializing.

 

Bradley turned his head and looked back in the bar to answer the other’s questions. “I wouldn’t say often, but often enough to know that the barkeep tends to dish out the stronger whiskey to those who aren’t specific about the brand they like. Some cheap shit that goes straight to your head,” he informed with a light chuckled at the end, realizing the attractive male was feeling a bit tipsy. “Next time you should ask for McGreggers. Best whiskey in the house.”

[SapphireD910]

"Heh, I'll keep that in mind," Trip said with a chuckle. "I normally hold up better than this... I swear." He breathed in deeply, taking in the cool night's air. He could feel the man's eyes on him without looking, it made him a little proud and very cocky being looked over, even when he was almost trying to not entice for once.

 

He wondered what the older man thought of him, if he liked the view? The whiskey, possibly only as an excuse, was making it real easy for his thoughts to wander. Usually when older men gave him the eye they wanted to pin him down, rough him up, generally dominate him because he was younger. He usually disappointed them in that respect. Some didn't mind, but it was always a chance they'd completely bail otherwise. This guy, Bradley, seemed a little different to most. Trip thought what his voice might sound like in the middle of sex. If he grunted, moaned, or maybe even whimpered. It was something he couldn't get over when a deep, smooth voice was reduced to whimpering sounds and half finished words.

 

Trip shot the other man a lazy grin, eyes becoming heavy. "What about you, far from here?" His voice had become husky without his intention. "It's getting pretty late, don't want to have too far to go, yeah?" His tongue ran over his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. "I can already tell the new boss is going to have fun with me tomorrow morning." He considered just dragging the man to his place if he was willing, making due with the sparse accommodations, though he knew he was terrible getting up properly the morning after. "Anyone waiting on you?"

[rarcoryn]

That grin. Those questions. That look. It was the combination of a pick-up line. If it wasn’t obvious before it was obvious now. Shamefully though, he was tempted. He had spent so many long nights at the office he couldn’t remember the last time he felt the contact of flesh against flesh or experienced the passion of a one-night stand. But then again, he hadn’t been looking and no-one was as blatant as Trip.

 

“I’m about an hour’s drive away,” Bradley said as he gave Trip another once-over, this time taking in more of Trips rugged looks and attractive build. “But if your closer,” he proposed, “I can sleep-in before work.” Okay, he was bad at responding to pick up lines but he was sure Trip got what he was implying.

[SapphireD910]

Trip felt a nice shudder run through him, not sure if it was the thrill of the prospect before him, or the slight chill in the air against his warm skin. His body became very relaxed and fluid suddenly. "I'm not even fifteen walking." The corner of his mouth upturned as he took a couple of steps back. "I must warn you, it's dark, cluttered with half unpacked boxes, and the only comfortable space is the bed." Trip knew exactly what he was saying and the invitation he was laying out to the other man.

 

He felt a twitch in his stomach. He loved this part, where he had someone pulled in, but there was still room for them to back out, he still had to put in effort. He liked a challenge. People were always challenges, so he loved when he might actually overcome one. The exchange seemed to strangely sober him suddenly and instead his head buzzed with anticipation.

 

He swayed his head in a motion to have the other man follow him if he so chose. "I can definitely let you sleep in a bit." This time he shot a full but dangerous smile and winked before turning and heading down the street at a pace to welcome following. Despite his appearance, Trip really didn't take just anyone back to his place. Interesting that he'd pick his first night in his new place to do so, right before a new job, and not even someone he had exchanged all that much with. Maybe that's what excited him more; it was slightly wrong. He eyed the man over his shoulder; he on the other hand, seemed very right.

[rarcoryn]

Bradley was going to throw another dirty comment to the Trip’s mention of a comfortable bed but he chose not to. He was so out of touch pulling someone with most of his hook-ups being sporadic internet chat rooms on a cold night. But this felt more real. Internet meets were just really of someone choosing if you are a suitable fuck toy by a couple of statistics and pictures of genitals and they almost always harboured feelings of regret afterwards. But to be hit on by someone in person, in a bar, and someone that looked younger than him meant that Trip had to find him attractive in some way to want to explore underneath the layers of clothing.

 

He wasn’t used to the thrill of being hit on by another man in public. His mind would tell him not to go for reasons such as he could be a murderer or a robber or something with a vendetta against cops but his body was louder, and the tingling in his groin over thought of what could be happening in the next fifteen minutes drove him. His body yearned to be touch and he longed for that warmth, even if it was only for one night.

 

“Sounds great,” he answered, catching up to walk almost side by side with Trip. He chose not to do the whole ‘where you from’ small-talk as it would only serve to put both men off. He followed silently keeping a close on Trip just in case the male tried anything in the walk to the apartment. He still needed to be careful.

[SapphireD910]

The other man's words seemed to tickle his ears in a way Trip wasn't sure of. They were so pleasant and forward for such a sudden and filthy proposal they were making, at least if Trip had his way. It did relieve him though, not having someone flowing out all those promises of what they would do with and to him. Someone not so hot and heavy to drag him into a dark alley at first. Too much talk never delivered when push came to shove, or rather in such circumstances, thrust.

 

Having the man more than willing he did pick up the pace, shooting him a look full of apparent arousal so not confuse his quickened pace for something else. Coming up to his building he shot a look up to the window he climbed out of. He almost wanted to test the man by offering to climb up the fire escape, but something about him did warn Trip that it wouldn't be funny and might create too many doubts. It was a wonder he got the man this far, no point in wasting it. Maybe he could even use a lack of power to his advantage, let his hands roam and invite through the encounter.

 

"This way," he said in a low voice, smoothly finding a belt loop in Bradley's pants and tugging him along to the entrance of the building. He normally would take the stairs, but instead opted for the elevator, taking his grip on Bradley's pants to pull them together and find his lips as the doors slid shut. His free hand found the back of his head, fingers running through the short hairs at the base of his neck. He felt the roughage of the other's stubble and imagined feeling it brush over other spots on his body. It was tempting to urge him to his knees off that thought alone. His mouth drifted over the spiky hairs and to his neck, tongue taking up the salty taste of sweat, listening to the older man's breaths quicken and become uneven.

 

As the doors opened he seemed almost too easily to pull his head away, but his hand had never dropped its grip on the other man's clothes, and he continued to use it to lead him the way. The hall was a little musty, the carpet stained and wallpaper was a little tacky and peeling, part of the reason he'd avoided walking the interior of the place. He'd never thought he'd be so eager to get inside his new apartment, keys in hand. "It's likely they haven't turned things on yet. You may need to keep a hold of me. Now's your last chance..." he chuckled, but he couldn't bring himself to finish the statement of 'to back out'.

[rarcoryn]

The finger in his belt loop tugged Bradley in the direction he young man wanted to take him. The action made his body quiver a bit from excitement as the eager male dragged him into the elevator. Once the doors slide shut the gap between them closed, lips meeting for the first time that night. The sudden rush of adrenaline and lust engulfed his chest and exploded like a wave outwards and he instantly found his hands on Trip’s waist, one of them tugging at the other’s shirt to get to the bare flesh beneath. His fingers trembled ever so slightly as they ran across the smooth skin along Trip’s waist line, his little finger tracing the underwear waistband.

 

The eleator dorr’s opened and once again he was pulled in the direction Trip wanted to take him, watching the other search for what was mostly likely the keys to his apartment. Trip spoke about it being his last chance and Bradley quickly picked up on the offer of escape. Did people bail on this guy before getting this far?

 

“Ain’t going nowhere but in your bed it seems.” Stupid. Stupid, stupid-cheesy-stupid answer. Was this the alcohol speaking? Or was it perhaps his lust? Whatever it was it had better shut up on it would be Trip ditching him. Had it really been such a long time he forgot how to hit on a guy without sounding cheesy and corny?

[SapphireD910]

The younger man let out a soft huff of a laugh at the other's words. He was so awkward it was cute, a word Trip would never want to use on a potential bed partner. "It would seem that way." The only words he could muster before pulling the other man against him and through the doorway. He didn't even bother with the switch, just discarding his coat before redirecting his attention to groping the man in the dark. His hands tugged the other's jacket off his shoulders, smoothing over his slightly broad chest, and pulling the ends of his dress shirt free. His hands crept under the shirt, feeling his hot skin and the tickle of hairs. The close proximity let him feel a slight bulge to his pants.

 

He used his grip on the Bradley's body to guide him through the dark and into the bedroom. There a dim light shone through the long windows, probably the most stylish feature of the whole apartment. A bright moon and some nearby streetlight creating enough glow to highlight the bed with his disheveled sheets. With a gentle shove, Trip laid the older man onto his back on the bed. He stood between his legs hanging over the edge, kicking off his shoes and almost peeling his shirt off before undoing his pants. He looked at the other man, sprawled over his bed, the light casting interesting shadows and lights across him. "You look really good in my bed."

 

He placed a knee on one side of the man's torso, followed by another, having him straddle him. "There's just one rule here. No clothes." He leaned in, capturing the man in another heated kiss, roughly pulling the buttons apart on his shirt before running his hands over strong chest. He pulled back with a grin as he thumbed over each nipple with a level of appreciation. "Now lets get rid of the rest too, yeah?" He added, running his palm over Bradley's still clothed crotch, hungry eyes catching the light.

[rarcoryn]

It didn’t take long for clothes to start being removed from his body. It wasn’t a complaint but instead a relief from the anticipation. He had made it this far, his breathing heavier has his body cried out for the touch of the younger male ravaging him at that point. Once pushed on the bed, he pushed himself up on his elbows to look up at Trip who by that point had undone his shirt and his pants. The city light shining in through the battered windows painted the man’s body well, accenting the toned shapes on his upper body. He wanted to touch, kiss, lick but his wish was interrupted as Trip straddled him.

 

“Unh…” Bradley gasped harshly, swallowing down the tension as the evident bulge in his pants throbbed against Trip’s buttocks, the curve of his backside fitting nicely over his crotch. Trip spoke but he didn’t catch the words as they drifted past his ears before once again his felt the warm lips pressed against his. Like magnets his hands went straight for Trip’s hips, softly running under the shirt and up against the skin underneath. The hands pulling at the buttons on his shirt hastily seemed to know what they were doing so he left them to their task before he felt the rough touch of a thumb over sensitive skin. He let out a soft groan again as he felt the body on his shift and a caressing pressure against his sealed package.

 

“Yeah…” was his only response. He couldn’t think at that moment. Shifting his elbows, he lay himself flat on the bed. His hands drifted down to his crotch hesitantly before he pulled them away. He wanted his pants off but he didn’t want to do it himself. Instead his mind showed images of Trip undoing his belt and the button clip before slowing peeling down the zip. Imagining it was driving him crazy as if he was dreaming of being set free. He begged his mind not to tease him anymore. That was trip’s job now.

[SapphireD910]

Trip eyed the man beneath him, brought practically to speechlessness. He smirked with a little pride, feeling a shiver of pleasure tingle up his spine at the prospect of what could be had with such a willing and receptive partner. Bradley definitely appeared to be giving himself over to the mercy of Trip as he laid back, allowing the other man to lead what happened to his body. Trip wondered how experienced the other man really was, or more specifically, if he'd ever been with someone like Trip?

 

Not thinking too hard too much longer, Trip leaned forward, grasping one of the older man's nipples between his lips, suckling intensely while a hand put similar pressure tugging and flicking the other. He enjoyed the slight musk and sweat of the man on his tongue. His other hand blindly undid the button and zipper of Bradley's pants before delving in to stroke him through his underwear. The size and weight of the erection made his own twitch.

 

Without a word Trip slipped his body down to kneel at the end of the bed and started working Bradley out of the last articles of clothing, leaving him down to his underwear only. Kneeling between the other's knees he looked up to watch the responses he could illicit from the older man, his hands stroking upwards his thighs before reaching the hem of his underwear. He tugged rather roughly to reveal the other man's rigid erection. Again he felt his own respond, eager to be freed. He discarded the underwear, knowing the other man might have to search a bit in the morning, when he'd likely chuckle watching.

 

Leaning forward Trip urged the other's thighs up and outward, wedging himself between them until his face was inches from the hot member. His hot breath teased the eager flesh before he delved forward to completely engulf it in the wet warmth of his mouth. He let out a hum of satisfaction to the feel and taste of the cock filling his mouth. Hands began stroking and caressing Bradley's thighs and ass, slowly working closer to that sensitive area. All the while, Trip's eyes locked on Bradley, basking in all the sounds, shudders and other motions he made in response to his touches.

[rarcoryn]

It had been too long, far too long. It almost felt like he was experiencing such sensations for the first time again. Work had taken up so much time that the small pleasures were forgotten until they were woken up again. And has trips hands ran across some of the most intimate parts of his body, gasps and groans escape involuntarily. He rested his head onto the sheets, look up at the dark ceiling, closing his eyes and trying to stay in control of his body has it shuddered and shook under Trip’s fingers.

 

“Fu-” The sensation of hot breath, followed by the wet warmth of Trip’s mouth closing around his erect member was mind blowing. He gripped at the sheets, trying not to grip a chunk of the man’s hair and pull him further onto him. “You‘re good…” he panted, his head still resting on the sheets, trying hard not to close his legs from how sensitive Trip’s actions were.

[SapphireD910]

"I know," he responded bluntly, pulling his mouth off the other man's member with an evil smile, though he was relieved to have not lost his touch. "You taste good," he gave Bradley a long lick before standing up. He'd almost forgotten how much he enjoyed giving head, as it wasn't very common that he wanted to give many of the guys he'd been with, but he did enjoy the act, both to give and receive. He yanked on this pants and underwear in one go, his cock bouncing at the force before he gripped himself and started stroking. He reached for a drawer on his nightstand and went for a small bottle of lube, having already moved in that much at least. He squeezed out a bit, continuing to stroke while staring Bradley over, especially his spit-slicked cock, evidence of his work.

 

He put one of his slick hands against Bradley's nice firm ass, turning him to lay on his side. Normally he'd love to look directly at the man, but he felt he didn't have the strength tonight to keep the muscular man bent in half like he usually might. But he noted to himself, surprising even himself, that he did want to look at the man, rather than turn him onto his stomach and just screw. In this position he got to admire everything about the older man. He was a bit thicker than him in places, but still fit and lean. Trip could stroke his hands over the nice curve of his ass as well as admire his pecks and abs and watch his face contort with each pump.

 

Before he worked himself up any further consuming with his eyes, he got onto the mattress, straddling the lower thigh and hefting the other up onto his shoulder, exposing every bit of the man's lower body to him. He grinned looking at Bradley's face. The shadows hid the color, but he was sure the man was flush from arousal. He teased the ring of muscle with his wet cock, a groan escaping him. "I'm going in." He slowly pushed forward and tried to keep going until he felt their bodies pressed completely, letting out a deep unusual sound. Bradley was tight, almost unbearably so, it was perfect. "Shit, you're perfect," Trip unconsciously gritted out.

 

He felt the other man's body clench and release around him trying to adjust to his length, but he found he couldn't resist it and started thrusting forward, his hand immediately reaching for the other man's cock to relieve the pressure he knew he was causing his insides. His pace seemed to be sudden for Bradley, his muscles continuing to squeeze and clench, and he wanted to apologize for the sudden bucking. All he could think was the word 'delicious' to describe the man right now. The only words to escape his mouth were "yes" and "fuck!"

[rarcoryn]

Standing in all his glory, Bradley couldn’t help but give a grin back to his partner for the night. He knew instantly in his head where their night was progressing and his mind buzzed with excitement and lust. Tugging at his own cock, the saliva left from the blowjob acting as a lubricant as the two of them looked back at each other, jacking themselves off.

 

When he approached him, Bradley let Trip handle him like a puppet, moving him about to however he desired. The hands running over his backside only served to tease and relax him in preparation for their next event. He shifted himself so he lay comfortable on his side and once again started to play with himself as Trip got into his position on the mattress. He left the firm pressure of the round tip of Trip’s tool pressing at his entrance, cause a pleasurable shiver run through his thighs in anticipation, his own cock twitching with excitement.

 

"I'm going in."

 

He went to speak, to give approval in vocal form but all that came out was a satisfied groan as he left Trip push his way into him. Trip spoke again, but this time he didn’t catch it, all sounds blurred but his lack of attention to what was around him as he adjusted to the Trip’s cock filling up inside him. But trip didn’t give him enough time to adjust and started to move his hips, the other’s hand replacing his own hand around his own cock. Bradley pressed his head onto the sheets, gritting his teeth for a moment as he tried to get use to the sensations of the organ pleasurably violating him until it he was letting out involuntary moans as Trip slid past his sweet spot with each thrust.

 

“Harder…”

 

He body craved the feeling of being fucked. He had been a long while since he had enjoyed the act of sex and now all he wanted was to have Trip take him as hard as he could. Trip’s hand on his cock rubbed and teased, only making him squirm a bit from how good it felt as he was left to the mercy of the other man’s passion.

[SapphireD910]

Trip continued to pump his fist, feeling the thickness and texture of the other man's cock and listening to his cries of encouragement. He felt so warm to his palm, and the sensation of touching someone other than himself was always an experience. He had felt the need to apologize later for his immediate movement, but when Bradley cried 'harder' he did just that. Why was it so rare to find someone so eager, accommodating and... fun. One night stands were all too common, but he felt conflicted with this one.

 

His other hand swept down from the muscular thigh pressed to his ribs and grabbed a handful of the other man's ass, an act that had crossed his mind a couple of times at the bar alone. His hips started to violently snap with a very audible sound into the older man's body. He frowned on the inside when he felt his sac tighten and a throbbing in his pelvis letting him know that his peak was near. He pressed his face into the thick calf muscle and gave it a slight bite, his hand over Bradley's cock slicking his precum all around the head before continuing with vigorous pumps, urging the man to reach his limit too. He hated being too soon and having a needy partner while he was trying to ride out his orgasm. It was rare, but some guys didn't seem to get off as easily on the receiving end.

 

The way Bradley urged him on and squirmed under his attentions though, told Trip that he probably preferred being fucked this way more than anything. He watched the older man's face in the dim light, delighted to see he had to be close. But those handsome and strained with pleasure features did nothing to stave off his own orgasm. In an instant he felt the trigger from his balls to his cock get pulled and shots of cum fire inside the other man. "Fuck yeah!" His hips seemed to keep going as he lost all senses besides touch, focused all in the nerves of his cock, only feeling the innermost muscles squeeze and pull him to his finish.

[rarcoryn]

Lust burned in the air like fuel to an engine, driving Bradley through the sexual encounter. The noises he made sometimes felt humiliating yet at the same time he knew they acted as encouragement to the dominating male as he could feel him thrust deeply into him. He gritted his teeth and sealed his lips but his moans only vibrated inside his body, betraying him.

 

“Ahm… ah… I’m close…” he managed to get out through his vocal groans, his body jolting from each deep thrust trip made into him. He could tell the other man was close too; he could see the beads of sweat running down the mains face and the speed of each thrust had increased. The sound of their bodies slapping each through the room, a few creaks for the bed and floor boards adding their tune to the scene.

 

And then he felt it. The thrust into him was longer as Trip grunted and Bradley could feel the throb of the man’s cock inside him, firing his orgasm into him. "Fuck yeah!" he heard the younger man say as he continued to push down into him while working at Bradley’s cock. The sensations and thoughts mixed together for him and Bradley found himself spending into Trip’s hand, splashing into his chest and the sheets around him. He lay on the bed for a moment, panting, catching his breath, his muscles feeling warm and satisfied from the orgasm.

 

Tonight was worth it. He was exhausted now but satisfied. It had been a while since anyone fucked him like that. It fact it was probably the best fuck he had ever had. But he had to savour the night as long as he could as in the morning, it would back to business.

[SapphireD910]

Trip felt the wetness spill out everywhere from the cock in his hand before he collapsed into the sheets next to the other man. He chuckled lightly from delight and a little high from his own orgasm still. He was used to men immediately getting off and getting out, of their own choosing of course. But Bradley seemed content to lay there as they both recovered. He was too.

 

The younger of the two reached for a rag nearby and wiped the cum from both their bodies to avoid the unpleasant sensations later. Falling back against the pillows once more, sheets in hand, he tossed the fabric over their bodies before turning slightly to look the other man over. He wasn't sure if he'd ever been so pleased with a random pickup before. "Thanks, I fuckin' needed that." He said it with a soft laugh, averting his eyes towards the ceiling.

 

It was mere moments and he was out. It felt like minutes had passed when the soft blue light came in through the windows, the buildings around blocking the direct sun of the dawn. Trip shifted in the sheets, but he could tell the ache in his balls and the need to pee forcing him out of bed. He got up and went to the bathroom, flicking the switch he was glad to find power, only realizing partway through those signs were due to the events last night. He returned to his room after finishing, to peek at the older man. A whistle escaped him taking in that body and seeing that face as the other man stretched and stirred. "Would you like first shower?" He wouldn't normally offer, but with this guy he was tempted to jump back into bed for another round, it was best to get him up and clean. "I can brew some coffee."

[rarcoryn]

Bradley shifted under the sheets, stretching his arms and legs, a few small clicks sounding through his bones before he pushed himself to sit upright. It took only a moment for him to recall the events of the previous night and remember where he spent the night. In another man’s bed. A mental grin was all he could muster as he yawned, covering his mouth politely.

 

“That’s be great, yeah.” He answered Trip. “To the shower and the coffee. Black if you don’t mind.” He got up out of bed, still fully naked, feeling the sweat and other dried fluids o his body from their passionate night and made his way to the bathroom. His eyes scanned the room as he went, trying to spot his clothes that had went flying around the room the night before.

 

The beating of the warm water against his face and chest was refreshing as he stood for a few minutes, turning slowly in the shower to let the water gush over his dry body. He ran his hands through his hair and have his shoulders before looking to grab whatever shower supplies Trip had. Doing so, he noticed they were none. He then remembers that this was the man’s first night in the city so most probably he hadn’t unpacked anything.

 

“Hey Trip, got anything I can borrow to wash with? A cloth and soap perhaps?”

 

Part of him wanted to cheekily suggest the younger man help him wash, but he scrubbed that dirty thought from his mind. He probably had little time before he had to get to work. ‘Your too old for any of that shit Brad,’ he thought, smiling to himself as his cock started to grow hard again from the suggestive thoughts.

[SapphireD910]

Trip sauntered into the kitchen, a box of stuff in the middle of the floor. He still had a lot to deal with after his first day at work, but at least today he knew he'd have power to get himself better moved in. Bradley was it, said he wanted coffee... black. He pulled out his coffee maker, setting it on the counter and plugging it in. Now where the fuck is my coffee? He groaned, moving around trying to find the box of dry goods. Finally he found the coffee beans and a can of grounds, tossing some in the machine and filling it with water.

 

He looked around the place a bit, not giving it much of a look while he had daylight the previous day, more concerned with getting his stuff in and unpacking. Maybe it was just his good mood from getting off the night before, but looking around, aside from some disgustingly obnoxious wallpaper that was also peeling and carpets he might just want to tear out, the place actually appealed more to him. It was dingy in certain ways, but that sort of suited him.

 

With a smirk on his face and the disturbing noises of pumping water from the coffee machine, Trip caught ear of a voice from the bathroom. Oh yeah, he's just enjoying water in there, even the roll was just a bit left over from whoever before. His smirk grew thinking of the man just standing under the water waiting for something more to do. He looked over the boxes. He hadn't really done this with any true order, but he located his towels and a box with his shampoo and some body soap.

 

He stepped into the bathroom, intending to just leave some stuff for the other man to finish his shower, but laying eyes on him under the steam from the shower, he unconsciously just stepped in next to him and handed him the bottle of soap. "Mind if we save on the water. End of the month, changing jobs, rare opportunity to have someone get my back." He winked at the older man. "I'll even do you first." He let out a short laugh at the other meaning that could be taken from his words. Grabbing his shampoo he started lathering up his hair as he continued looking over Bradley's body under the water stream. He was pleased to have a chance at a more clear view. What was it I did to get this guy here? I accepted a drink. Thanked him. And then I think we just agreed to come fuck.

 

"I can even get more than that if you want." The look he gave was clear what he was offering. Nothing could lead better into a first day at a new job the way he saw it.