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-------------------------------------------------------------------- January 2022 Quick-Write "Tangled Web" Starring Lucien Laviscount and Andrew Garfield
There are spoilers regarding "Spider-Man: No Way Home." This story is set in January 2022, at a party at Jamie Dornan's house. ---------------------------------------------------------------------
"Well, well, well - if it isn't my favorite little spider." Lucien Laviscount pulled Andrew Garfield into a big hug. While Andrew was still within his embrace, Lucien reached down and swatted his friend's rear, enjoying the sound of flesh against flesh. "Mmm, I love it when Charlie has you guys wear the jock straps."
"Thanks, I think..." Andrew wore a crooked grin as he rubbed his backside. His other hand reached out to trace the laces adorning Lucien's bulge. "These are cute. And who are you calling 'little'??" Andrew grabbed his crotch to help make his point. Lucien simply shrugged in response.
"It's been so long, I've forgotten what it looks like. Speaking of which..." Taking Andrew by the hand, Lucien guided his old pal over to a nearby couch, plopping down onto it and pulling Andrew down to sit next to him.
Looking to the other half of the couch, Lucien found a pair of green eyes staring up at him. "Julian! Happy belated birthday, old man!" Whatever Julian Morris said in response was muffled but sounded like the words 'thank you'. His mouth was busy, lips bobbing up and down a thick and veined cock. "I see you're giving him his birthday present?"
Reaching down, Henry Cavill ruffled Julian's hair. "Oh yes. Although I still owe him a birthday spanking." Julian's stretched lips somehow curled into a smile at the thought, his own happy moan pulling a satisfied groan out of Henry.
"You'll have to let me know when." Leaning over, Lucien took Julian's chin between his thumb and finger, lifting the other man's face upward and meeting "his lips with a kiss, his tongue pushing into Julian's mouth.
Mmmmmm. Your cock is one of my favorite things to taste." Lucien patted Julian on the cheek and watched as the hungry stud went back to devouring Cavill's meat. Winking at Henry, Lucien returned his attention to Andrew.
"Someone..." His finger traced a lazy circle around Andrew's nipple. "...has a movie out. A big movie." His dark brown eyes flicked up to catch Andrew's gaze. "How've you been?"
"Oh man, it's been insane. And amazing. And so so cool. But mostly insane. The press was a big deal back when Tobey and I played the role, but it's so much crazier and intense now. I really don't know how Tom manages it."
"Oh yeah - he's not here tonight, which is a bit unusual, especially lately." A small frown tugged down at the corner of Lucien's mouth. "How is Mr. Holland?"
"He's..." Andrew's cheeks puffed as he let out a large breath. "You know, he's actually good. Really good. We got to hang out a lot on the set and stuff."
"And stuff..." Lucien grinned, imagining what Andrew, Tom, and Tobey probably got up to after filming was done for the day.
"And stuff." Andrew winked. "Texted a lot once filming wrapped. Buttttt...last I heard from him, he was all wound up with his trip to New York. Now that he and his man are back together, haven't heard much from him. He did call today though - they're doing really good. He sounds so much happier."
"Good! Because heaven knows that boy has been a mess the last half year or so, since the break-up. Damn, that was messy."
"Yeah..." Andrew trailed off, thinking of the whirlwind of partying and fucking that Tom had been on the last several months, trying to get over things. "But seriously, if you heard him on the phone - there's this sound that hasn't been there in awhile and he's good now, really good."
"Cheers to that." Lucien raised an imaginary glass into the air, knocking his knuckles against Andrew's in a pretend toast.
"Wait - who's that?" Andrew looked past Lucien at a sandy-blonde haired young man who looked both shy and cocky at the same time, adorned in nothing more than a pair of black briefs and a gold collar around his neck.
"Ahh. Brosnan's new buck. Dean-Charles...can't recall his last name. He was on 'Game of Thrones' though - played the young king, jumped out of the window."
"Ohhh. I didn't know Pierce had an opening in his pack."
"Why, were you interested?" Lucien laughed as Andrew pushed him on the shoulder.
"Nope. Charlie's my alpha and going to stick with him until the day comes that I decide to give all this up." Andrew held out his hand and swung it slowly from left to right, taking in the sight of nude and mostly-nude men sucking, fucking, and enjoying other debaucherous acts across Jamie Dornan's home. "You?'
"Ha, no. Brosnan is a hell of a top but Martin's my guy...and Daniel. And...what's his name again? Ow!" Lucien laughed as Henry pushed him with one hand, the other big bear paw wrapped around the back of Julian's head. "Oh yeah, ol' Henry here." Grinning from ear to ear, Lucien dodged a swat from his pack-brother. The two men wore matching yellow collars - somewhere in the house, Daniel Radcliffe. Lucien would bet good money that the Harry Potter actor
was probably right next to Martin Freeman, up to the best sort of no-good...except Martin was sporting a yellow armband, marking him as the group leader. Lucien wouldn't forget the day he'd found out about these crazy sex parties, made up exclusively of British men, taking turns hosting wild orgies that went on late into the night, sometimes an entire weekend. Each "pack" was made up of one leader, the alpha, and three "bucks" who were usually like brothers to one another. Each pack had a color to identify their group - the alpha wearing a leather armband and the bucks putting collars around their neck. If they brought a guest, he'd wear a bandana (of the group's color) around his neck. No alpha could have more than three bucks at a time, were responsible for their behavior, and took turns hosting the parties. Lucien chuckled, remembering his first party and accidentally avoiding Andrew like the plague, thinking that the color of his dark red collar lined up with the meanings of the hanky code. It wasn't until later that he learned that the colors were just randomly chosen and had no meaning. Since then, he and Andrew had been happily fucking and sucking each other's brains out over the years.
Fond memories filled his mind as his finger traced the dark red leather strap on Andrew's neck. "You know, I'm kinda mad at you."
"For what?"
"Lying about being in the movie."
"Aww, come on. I had to lie to everyone. I had to lie to my own family about it!"
"I'm just giving you a hard time. Sort of. Although..." His finger slid up and over Andrew's chin, running softly across the other man's lips. "...you could find a way to make it up to your old friend."
Lucien had barely finished the sentence before Andrew slid off of the couch, sinking to his knees and pushing his friend's legs apart. His nose nuzzled the bulge, purring as he reached up and undid the laces on the front of Lucien's trunks. As the pouch slowly opened up, Andrew's lips found the base of Laviscount's shaft and began lapping his tongue against it, feeling the warm skin grow hotter and harder. Peeling the underwear down the sexy toned legs, Andrew gripped the curved shaft and ran his tongue up and down its length, over and over, knowing that Lucien enjoyed watching someone spend time worshiping his meat. Slowly, holding his friend's gaze, Andrew's face sank further down until his mouth found the fuzzy pair of large nuts. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, savoring the musky scent. Opening his mouth, he began playing his lips and tongue against the large balls, intoxicated by the taste and scent. Lucien's fingers dove through the long wavy locks of Andrew's hair, gripping it and shifting his hips forward to mash his nuts against the other man's mouth, groaning with pleasure.
Time slowly went by, Lucien's toes curling against the wooden floor, until at last he felt Andrew's lips begin moving back up, up, up...opening and taking in the head of his cock. Sighing, he pushed down on his friend's head, well aware of his gag reflex (or lack of it) as his eight inches sank down Andrew's throat. This was his favorite part - when Andrew's nose and mouth were full of the smell, taste, and feel of cock. Control gave way to instinct as Andrew's mouth began bobbing up and down wildly, slurping on the rod as it drove in and out between his lips.
Eventually, Andrew pulled off, his chin wet with spit, a horny glazed look in his eyes. A light growl rumbled in his throat as he lifted himself up, crawling into Lucien's lap, teeth nipping at the other man's lower lip, tugging on it before shoving his tongue in. The growl deepened as he felt Lucien's hands squeezing his ass, the jock strap leaving it easy open access...just what Charlie intended. A hand reached into the jock's pouch and pulled his member free, stroking it in the small gap between their bodies. His hips bucked up and down, thrusting into his the familiar grip, his ass rubbing on the hard pole of flesh against his backside. When Andrew finally pulled his mouth away, he stared into Lucien's eyes, panting hungrily.
A finger ran across the end of Andrew's rod, caressing it. Pulling away, a shiny strand of fluid hung between the tip and Lucien's finger. Looking back up, he couldn't help but grin. "Thought you said you didn't make your own webs."
"Oh my god. Seriously?"
Lucien shrugged. "That's what you said in the movie." His giggle turned into a full laugh as Andrew growled again, half-pleasure and half-frustration. Reaching over to the end table, he found one of the many bottles of lube that Dornan had left scattered around the house. Quickly opening it and slicking himself up, Lucien lined up and pushed, watching Andrew's eyes roll back as inch after inch buried inside.
"Yesssssssss......" Andrew took the lead, bouncing up and down in Lucien's lap, little moans coming out of his mouth, one after the other.
Their bodies worked together, hips rising and falling, hands roaming, mouths mashing together, the heat between the pair rising.
Gasping, Lucien pulled Andrew's head back by his hair, a hand pressed into the the small of his friend's back in an attempt to slow him down. "Andrew...slow...stop...oh my god..."
"Huh?" The ass ground down against Lucien's thighs, trying to milk the thick tool.
"It's been...ohhhh...awhile since I saw you. Just want it to last."
"Mmmm..." Andrew's voice whined against Lucien's neck. "We can always go a few more rounds later. At my place. Or yours." Sitting upright, he was grinning ear to ear. "Or someone's."
"You're incorrigible."
"You like it."
"I do. Babe. Slow down. Please?"
Andrew pressed his forehead to his lover's and nodded, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
"Hey, do you want to..." Lucien pumped his hips up once.
"Hell yeah." That big smile lit up Andrew's features - the one that the younger man had come to adore. As Andrew reached over for the bottle of lube, a faint cough came from the doorway, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Andrew - got a second?" Charlie Cox winked, nodding towards the other room.
He chuckled as Andrew stuck out his bottom lip, pouting slightly.
"Don't worry, you'll get play time with Lucien later, I promise."
"But daaaaaaad..."
Charlie rolled his eyes. "I'm only eight months older than you. Go call someone else daddy. Idris would like it, actually."
Andrew looked back at Lucien. "Raincheck?"
His question was answered with a soft kiss. "Always. Go, have fun. I'll catch up with you." He watched as Andrew met Charlie and disappeared into the other room.
Getting a drink, Lucien wandered around the party, enjoying the wanton displays of lust as men enjoyed carnal pleasure, flesh writhing against flesh on couches, chairs, against walls, or on the floor. He grinned as he saw Tom Daley in a sling, legs up in the air, handling four dicks at once with his mouth, rear, and both hands. 'Looks like he's switching to gymnastics for the next Olympics,' Lucien joked to himself.
Turning the corner, he found a sight that finally caused him to pause. There on the floor was a handsome stud, resting on his hands and knees. A line had formed at either end, nearly ten men in total waiting to take their turn using one of the man's holes.
"Yesssss..." Knocking back the rest of his drink, Lucien set the glass on a nearby table as he got in line. Bold blue eyes looked up, catching his.
"Hi Richard." Grinning, he waited to take his turn with the 'Eternals' star.
~ ~ ~ ~
Lucien sighed, his toes curling with pleasure, as Richard Madden's lips slid up and down the length of his shaft. Teased by Andrew Garfield's hole, Lucien's cock was rock hard and quivering, eager to impale someone's throat or ass...and Richard was eager to lend a hand. Or in this case, a mouth. Brilliant blue eyes stared up as the actor's mouth teased the tip before diving down all eight inches, his throat working while his lips played at Lucien's root.
"Hey, Lucy." Julian Morris bounced into place right next to him, a giddy smile stretching across his face.
"I hate when you call me that." Lucien couldn't help but grin - Julian's cheerful mood was quite contagious.
Julian's eyebrows waggled as he licked his lips. "Not always. Sometimes you looove when I call you that."
"Usually when your voice is muffled. Either face down in a pillow or plugged with my cock."
"You still like it though." Julian winked, licking his lips again at the fond memories that sprang to mind.
"How's Cavill?"
"Oh...a few ounces lighter. Several, actually. That man shoots quite the load." The corners of Julian's mouth curled up devilishly. "It's those huge balls he's carrying around. But, lighter now." A half second later, Julian's lips met Lucien's, his tongue darting inside. Lucien's toes curled again as his tongue wrestled with his friend's, the taste of Henry Cavill's nut nectar still fresh inside Julian's mouth.
"Mmmm." Lucien licked his own lips as their kiss broke. "That man does always taste amazing. Remind me to ask him what he eats."
"Ass. Lots of ass." Julian laughed as Lucien rolled his eyes. He wasn't wrong though - Henry was well-known for spending long amounts of time devouring a man's hole, working his partner into a frenzy.
"Speaking of ass - mine is feeling awfully neglected at the moment." Pouting his lip, Julian circled the tip of his finger across Lucien's chest, playing with the small curls of chest hair.
"Afraid my tool is indisposed at the moment."
"Mmm. True...but his isn't." Winking, Julian slid down. For a moment, Lucien thought that he was about to have two mouths on his cock. Instead, Julian slid his body underneath Richard's. Wrapping his legs around the Game of Thrones actor's waist, he guided the other man's cock into his hole, sighing with pleasure as Madden's hips sank down, burying his meat into Julian's rear. Richard wasn't able to move his hips very much though, since he was being pounded by the Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan. Khan's thrusts rammed Richard into Julian, again and again.
Lucien moaned louder as a tongue began lapping at his nuts His cock was still buried in Richard's throat. Looking down, he found that Julian was keeping himself entertained at both ends. A hand tugged at his shin, prompting Lucien to drop to his knees. The difference in height allowed Julian access to Lucien's shaft, which he began licking at, going back and forth between his friend's dick and balls. Soon. the pair had worked up a rhythm, Richard and Julian working as a team to pleasure Lucien's rod which ached between their lips.
"The more the merrier, eh?" Lucien groaned, his eyelids fluttering as he looked up, trying to recall who had been standing behind him in line.
"Oh hi, Matty. Ohhhhh." His fingers tightened their grip in the curls of Richard's hair as he moaned again. "Yeah, it's definitely merrier."
"Mind if I join in then?" Matty Lee's tongue swiped at Lucien's lips.
"Hell yeah. Be my guest." He felt Matty sink down to the ground behind him, followed by the sound of something wet being worked against bare skin. A hardness pressed itself in the middle of his rear before pushing forward, breaching his ring and sliding inside.
Lucien's jaw clenched as he blinked, trying to focus...and losing the battle. He had an Olympic swimmer thrusting into his guts and two cute actors licking at his meat. He watched as Mayr Khan groaned, depositing his seed inside Richard. Pulling out and stepping away, he was quickly replaced by Dan Stevens, the delightfully handsome "Downton Abbey" star.
Growling, Lucien took hold of Richard's collar, fingers wrapping around the orange leather strap. He used his grip to hold Richard's face in place as he began thrusting, pounding the other man's mouth. The movement of his hips drove his meat down Richard's throat...as he fucked himself along Matty's pole.
"Yeah, that's it Lucien. Work my cock with that hot ass of yours. I've missed you." Matty groaned compliments as he nuzzled Lucien's neck, his tongue trailing along the heated flesh, teasing his friend's ear. "Pound that fucker's mouth and milk my cock. I love blasting your guts." A hand slid up Lucien's torso, fingers wrapping his neck, right where his own yellow collar lay. Matty's other arm wrapped around his chest, holding him in place as the diver began working his own hips, eager to get off.
Lucien switched gears, using his grip on Richard's collar to pull his face down, burying Lucien's meat down the other man's throat...and then pulling him up until nearly eight inches of spit-covered cock glistened in the lamp light...before disappearing again. Julian wrapped his lips around Lucien's balls and began sucking on them, his hands scraping down the toned thighs, almost begging without words.
"Ah...ahh...ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lucien's threw his head back as his balls boiled over. He felt Richard pull back, his lips wrapped around the end of Lucien's pole as it throbbed, spilling his seed into Madden's hungry mouth. As the last ropes shot out, Richard pulled off and dove down, his mouth meeting Julian's, sharing Lucien's juices.
"Oh fuck - that's...fuck that's hot." Matty peered over Lucien's shoulder, his hips picking up their pace as the pair below made out, a small bit of cum leaking down Julian's cheek. "Fuuuuuuck." Matty drove his hips harder for a few moments before his body went rigid, clasping Lucien's body against his own, his dick jerking inside Lucien's guts as he began painting them with his cum, making good on his earlier promise. "Fuck Lucien, fuuuuuuck." Lucien tilted his face to the left, catching Matty's lips with his own, bringing him into a deep kiss as Matty's orgasm crested and then subsided. "Fuck...fuck...fuuuuuck." The volume of his voice dropped into a husky whisper as his tongue played against Lucien's.
"Thanks boys." Julian slid out from underneath Richard, bouncing up onto his feet. Drops of cum hit the wooden floor, falling from Richard's cock, the remnants of his own orgasm. The rest of his load was buried deep in Julian's rear, explaining the beaming smile that the eager bottom wore. Tilting his neck and stretching, his fingers slid along the green band encircling his neck. "Time for the birthday boy to go hunt down another...gift." He took one step away before returning and kneeling down, planting a kiss on Richard's cheek. "Oh, Alex is here with that beautifully thick cock you love so much. Last I saw him, he was out on the back patio." A lustful gleam appeared in Richard's eyes, bringing a cheeky grin to Julian's face. Planting a kiss on Lucien's cheek as well, he bounced away, off to hunt down another breeding. "Bye Lucie!"
~ ~ ~ ~
"Mmmm, your so good." Jamie Dornan's words purred against Andrew's neck.
"Suuuuch the flatterer." Andrew arched his back, enjoying the feeling of Jamie's hands running down his body, a big crooked grin on his face. Their cheeks were pressed together, flesh rubbing against flesh. Andrew was sitting in Dornan's lap, facing away with his legs spread wide, feeling the large fuck-stick drill into his guts.
"Matt, we'd really like to get this thing made."
"It's a great script. Really great." Matt Charman looked down between his legs, where Regé-Jean Page and Eddie Redmayne were licking his cock like an ice cream cone, their tongues lashing both his pole and each other, putting on a sultry display for the producer. "Really...really great." Charlie grinned, sure that the last statement wasn't about the script. "It just also looks really expensive."
"As if Netflix doesn't have deep pockets." Charlie watched as Matt nodded in agreement.
"I'll see what I can do. Mmmm. Right now..." he spread his legs further apart. "...I'm going to enjoy watching what these two can do." The two bucks looked up, Regé-Jean sporting a dark red collar that matched the armband around Charlie's bicep...and Eddie's pink band around his neck marking him as being part of Dornan's pack. The pair had brought their 'boys' into Dornan's study in order to entice Charman into backing a project they were interested in. And the man was definitely interested - both in the script and the wanton sexual display they'd put on around the room. A few feet away, Tom Hardy was bent over a leather ottoman with Robert Pattison behind him. The 'Batman' actor used one hand to hold Hardy's waist as he drilled him slowly from behind, while the other kept hold of the pink collar around the 'Venom' star's neck. The pair looked up at Matt for a moment, wearing matching cocky grins, before turning their attention back to each other. Rounding out the two squads was Lewis Tan, paired with Charlie. Tan was standing at the side of the couch, his abs rippling as he waited for Charlie's mouth to return to his seven inches.
"Your hole is so damn tight." Dornan's words lightly grumbled against Andrew's ear, his fingers pinching the little nubs on the Spider-man actor's chest, earning both a little squeal from Andrew's lips and a clenching of his anal ring.
It wasn't the first time he'd taken Dornan's ample manhood but each time took a few moments for him to adjust to having his insides rearranged. It was that last inch that did the trick, the shaft's thickness flaring out as it reached the base. Swiveling his hips, Andrew moaned, the sound going higher in pitch as Jamie played with his nipples again. "Dude - your cock is huge. Anyone's hole would feel tight."
Dornan chuckled, sounding both amused and judgmental. "You'd be surprised. Every now and then you come across some guy who's been used several times too often. What's the expression - throwing a hot dog down an alley?"
"A hallway. Oh, fuck me..."
"I am fucking you." Dornan ground his hips against Andrew's rear, driving home both his point and his cock. "Come to my bedroom after this and let me really fuck you."
"Maybe. Ohhh." Another thrust knocked the wind out of Andrew's lungs.
"How do we turn 'maybe' into 'yes'?" Dornan pulled his cock halfway out and held it there, teasingly. His hands held Andrew in place, preventing the slimmer-built man from driving himself downward.
"Maybe."
"Fuck maybe. I want to hear yes." He yanked Andrew down, impaling the other man, a half-groan half-grunt sound erupting from Andrew's lips. "Tell me yes and you'll see what I can really do to your hole."
"I don't know. I've heard stories."
"What kind of stories?" Dornan began moving his hips up and down, knowing that his thick meat pistoning in and out might change Andrew's mind. Stretch a guy's hole just right and they were putty in your hands.
"That you're a little rough."
"You like it rough. I've seen you in the sling sometimes, begging for it harder, faster." His teeth nibbled on Andrew's earlobe.
"Okay, really rough. Like, guys limping out of your bedroom rough."
"They liked it. You? You'll love it. You'll feel my cock for a week after. And when your hole is finally recovered, you'll be back at my door, asking for another round."
Andrew sighed, both from pleasure and frustration. Dammit if Dornan wasn't right - he was tempted. At the same time, sitting with Tom Holland during the filming of "No Way Home" and hearing him describe his encounter with Dornan and Armie Hammer was...not tempting. What the hell was the point of a safety word if the other guy put a ball gag on you, making it impossible to speak? Tom wasn't the only guy with a similar story. Any temptation Andrew was feeling was outweighed by caution. Coyly, he dodged the question again. "Maybe." He heard the grin in the sound of his own voice.
Dornan sensed his target slipping away. "Well, in the meantime, shall we put on a show for daddy?" He grinned at the nickname Charlie had earned when they had all shared a house together.
"Hell yeah." Andrew allowed himself to be guided off of the couch and across the floor, ending up on his hands and knees in front of a full-length mirror. Dornan settled onto his knees behind Andrew, gripping his nine and a half inches, parking the bulbed head at Andrew's entrance.
"Ready?"
"Yea-aaahhhhhhh!' Andrew's eyes popped open as Jamie shoved his entire length in with one stroke. His head hung down as he gasped for air, trying to recover from the sudden intrusion. Just as quickly, Dornan's member withdrew all the way, pulling Andrew's guts along with it before the Irish stud rammed back inside. Hands kept a firm grip on Andrew's hips as the 'Fifty Shades' actor worked him over.
"How's that maybe, baby?"
Andrew pulled his head up, staring at Jamie in the mirror. His jaw hung down a little, his body broken out into a light sheen of sweat. Swallowing, he managed a grin, biting his lower lip. "That's all you got?" He winked, his cocky nature reemerging.
"Oh no." The rumble in Dornan's chest was sexy with a hint of danger. "Not at all." His right hand slid up Andrew's spine, grabbing the dark red collar and using it as a grip as he slammed forward again...and again...and again. Somewhere from the couch came the sound of a low whistle as they watched Andrew take a pounding that got rougher and more fervent. Robert was impressed as he noticed Andrew arch his back, pushing his hips back to meet Dornan's thrusts, refusing to yield. Soon, both men were drenched in sweat, making it difficult for Jamie to hold onto the leather band. His hand moved up, fingers curling into the long locks of Andrew's hair, their eyes drilling into each other's through the reflection of the mirror.
It was Dornan that fell first. His chest broadened as he let out a roar, his head thrown back as he emptied his balls deep into Andrew, the force of his orgasm pushing the other man down all the way to the ground. Jamie's ass and legs flexed hard as he pushed every last bit of hard flesh inside, his cock throbbing as it erupted. Spent, he collapsed onto Andrew's back, both men heaving to catch their breath. A moment later, he spun Garfield over onto his back, crouching down and devouring the eager bottom's rock hard dick in one gulp. His shoulder and arm twisted and flexed as he worked his fingers inside Andrew's hole. Moments later, it was Andrew's turn to cry out, his mouth wide open and his back arching high into the air as he shot rope after rope of cum down Dornan's throat.
~ ~ ~ ~
Andrew left Dornan's study, a little limp in his step and a happy grin on his face. He hadn't bothered putting the jock strap back on - it dangled from his fingertips as he made his way back towards the side room.
"Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in." Glancing over to his left, the Spider-man actor found Lucien relaxing on the leather couch - the same one that they'd been hanging out on earlier. Andrew's grin grew a little wider as his eyes slowly raked down his friend's body. Lucien's skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, the result of his libido-driven hijinks throughout the evening. He'd kept his underwear on, the briefs clinging to his body, the laces in the front framing the ample bulge between his legs. His arms were stretched out along the back of the couch, a cocktail glass perched between his fingers.
Andrew crawled onto the couch, stretching his body along the cushions. Nestling his head into Lucien's lap, Andrew let out a loud purring noise, closing his eyes. Fingertips caressed his stomach, lightly scratching up and down over his flesh. "Kitty got his fill of cream?"
"Never." Eyes still closed, he could hear Lucien chuckle...and feel it, the movement of Lucien's body causing Andrew's head to rock back and forth slightly.
"That's my little Andy-cat." The fingers moved in longer strokes, reaching from Andrew's chest down to the top of his groin.
"What about you? Fun evening?"
"Very. As always." Sensing a pause in Lucien's voice, Andrew raised an eyebrow as a silent question. "Glad to wind it down though." A fingertip lazily grazed along Andrew's throat.
"Already?" Andrew finally opened his eyes to find Lucien shaking his head, grinning.
"Already? You realize we've been here a few hours. A very...active...few hours." Images from the evening filled his mind, causing his manhood to begin filling out as well. Feeling the lump next to his head begin to harden, Andrew tilted his face to the left, nuzzling it, encouraging its progress. "Don't start something you can't finish."
"I never do." Grinning wickedly, Andrew slid off of the couch and down onto his knees. Soon he was back in the same position as earlier, happily settled between Lucien's legs, his lips bobbing up and down his friend's stiff pole. Off in the distance, Lucien heard the song 'Hungry Eyes' playing and chuckled again, thinking it was an appropriate soundtrack for Andrew's personality, those warm brown eyes looking up at him, wide and bright. His fingers slid through Andrew's hair and slid down, caressing the side of his face.
Reaching down, he pulled Andrew up onto the couch, laying him out on his back again. Now it was Lucien's turn to settle onto his knees, resting on the cushions as he wrapped Andrew's legs around his waist. He didn't bother with lube, knowing that the other man's hole was slick from the evening's antics. Arching an eyebrow and the corner of his lip curling up in a smile, he pressed his hips forward, sinking his cock into the hot confines of Andrew's hole. He sighed with a mix of happiness and lust, his meat eagerly plunging home. Once all eight inches were inside, he wiggled his hips teasingly. Andrew responded by arching his back and letting out another purr, this one more urgent and hungry.
"Kitty needs more cream, I see."
"Alwa-aaaaays." Andrew's voice hitched as Lucien pulled back and slid forward again, knowing the exact location of his friend's inner spot, the length of his cock raking over it, turning the last part of Andrew's response into a lustful groan.
They settled into a familiar rhythm, Andrew's thighs squeezing Lucien's waist with encouragement as his own hips rose and fell to meet the other man's thrusts. Lucien's palms slid along Andrew's legs, his stomach, his waist...caressing him on the outside as the thick meat massaged his hole. As their tempo slowly increased, Lucien slid forward, taking hold of Andrew's hands, their fingers interlocking, bringing Andrew's hands up above his head, pinning them to the cushions of the couch. Their lips met, tongues dancing between their mouths as their hips rocked back and forth, up and down. Andrew's moans turned into needy little mewling whines...and at the same time, Lucien's groans deepened into a hungry growl.
"Lucien..."
"Andy-cat..."
"Fuck me..."
"What do you think I'm doing?" He felt Andrew's throat vibrate with a giggle against his lips. His tongue slid up and back into Andrew's mouth as he picked up the pace, their leisurely coupling taking on a more-urgent tone, calling out one another's names.
"Lucien..."
"Mmmhmmm?" His face was buried near Andrew's collarbone.
"Lucien..."
A muffled sound in return.
"Lu...lu...oh fuuuuuuuck!" Andrew's back arched one more time, his hands clenching against Lucien's, as his cock erupted, splashing his juices against their stomachs.
Lucien was suddenly gone, his body upright. Taking hold of Andrew's thighs, his thrusts became harder and more-pronounced, the sound of skin clapping against skin. With a gasp, Lucien's balls released more of their heavy load, shooting his cream into Andrew's guts. Eyes clenched and breathing heavy, he heard happy little sounds purring up from below, Andrew's thighs squeezing him like a vise, eager to keep holding the quivering cock inside.
~ ~ ~
"Are you all going back to Charlie's after this?" Lucien was stretched out, his shoulders reclining against the arm of the couch. Andrew lay on top of him, face down, his cheek pressed against the muscular chest.
"Uh uh. Heading home." His fingers lazily slid up and down an inch or so, enjoying the feel of Lucien's bare skin. He looked up, finding Lucien's dark brown eyes studying his hair, fingers stroking through Andrew's wavy locks. "Why?"
"Want to come over to my place?"
"For tonight? Sure." A small happy grin, looking forward to cuddling through the evening. "Breakfast in bed sounds good."
"Your favorite - sausage and eggs."
"Mmmm. With cream."
"Andy-cat..."
"Hmmm?" He looked up again.
Lucien had a soft crooked grin. For the slightest second, he chewed on his lower lip before speaking again. "What about for a few nights?"
Andrew's eyes crinkled slightly, weighing both the question and his response. His smile gave away his answer before he spoke.
"That would be...purrrrrr-fect." He laughed as Lucien pushed his face to the side, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms across Lucien's chest, resting his chin on the back of his hands. "I'd like that."
"Yeah?"
Andrew shifted forward, catching Lucien's lips with his own. The kiss this time was slower and softer. When it finally broke, Andrew held the tip of his nose against Lucien's, staring into his friend's eyes. "Hell yeah."
Moments later they were at the lockers near the entrance, getting their clothes back on, Andrew using his phone to call up an Uber, and heading out the door.
On the other side of the room, Tom Hardy and Robert Pattison sat in a pair of recliners, legs spread as their cocks were serviced by two hungry mouths. Watching their pack-brothers leave the party, they looked at one another, matching raised eyebrows. Lifting their glasses, they clinked in a silent toast, taking a sip of whiskey.
"About bloody time." Hardy's voice grumbled, winking.
"Want me to ask Andrew about it later?"
Hardy swirled his glass, watching the amber fluid move around. "Mmm. It's not polite to gossip."
"That's a no then?" Robert laughed as Hardy's serious expression broke apart into a quiet roar of laughter.
"Fuck that." His smile was wide and wicked. "I want every juicy detail."
"Of course." Robert glanced back at the door, grinning both with humor and affection.
~ THE END ~
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