"Fuck that's good!" He yelled. My neighbors were going to be pissed if they'd slept in, perhaps a day off work spoiled by us.
"Shit...Shit...Oh fuck..." I stuttered out.
In. out. In. out. I looked down between us. In. out. Such an underrated movement. My cock disappeared like god damn Houdini. His tight twin globes of tushy were the perfect hand holds. His short hair had sweat pouring off of it. This was round two for us.
"Is that all you've got?" He twisted his head to look back at me.
I pulled a hand out to the side before swinging it back like lighting. A loud smack echoed throughout the apartment, a hand print already starting to show on his pale ass.
"Do that again." He growled.
Who am I to argue? We just found a whole new game boys. In. Out. Smack. In. Out. Smack. He abruptly pulled off my dick, turning and grabbing me by the neck to slam me down on the mattress. Lips met mine hard. Little bastard even bit my tongue. The only hint I had of action below was a hand positioning me against his open hole. I moaned into his mouth when I felt myself pass the ring of muscle that marked heaven.
Up. Down. Up. Down. This was almost better. I didn't have to do anything except stay hard, which wasn't exactly up to me at this point. I wasn't going down till I came, whether the rest of me wanted to or not. His hands stayed on my neck, the difference being one had slipped behind to pull my face to his. The other was still up against my Adam's apple.
He started to slow down after a minute or two. Who knows? I rolled us over, his legs staying wrapped around my hips the entire time, my cock lodged in him. This wouldn't last long. His hands wrapped around my neck in a different way now. His thumbs were going up and down, rubbing my cheeks like he was trying to make me smile as we kissed.
A few more minutes of thrusting, before my movements became jerky and violent. There's nothing like feeling yourself edge over the cliff into cumming. He only needed a few strokes from my hand before spraying like a hose all over our torsos. Our kisses slowed to a lazy meandering as we both came down from our high. When I felt myself slip out, I did up the condom and walked it over to the trash can. He welcomed me with open arms as we snuggled up together.
"So much for a warm lunch." He mumbled against my throat.
"I like this way better. Chicken can wait."
We had a short nap when my phone woke us both up. It was our day off. Whoever was calling had better be dead, dying, or on the way.
"Hello?" I growled out.
"Chico!"
"This better be good Robbie."
Adrian played with my chest hair while I talked. I reached down and kissed him real quick. He giggled before starting to nibble on my nipple. A moan escaped me.
"This sounds like a good time I'm missing."
"You wish. What did you want?"
"You're the one who said he'd come to poker night. It four o clock."
"Four o clock!" I exclaimed.
"Yup. I knew if I didn't call you'd forget about us."
"Oh shit, um... it's six o clock right?"
"Correct, at my place. Martin's wife doesn't want us drinking as much as she knows we will in front of her kids."
"I'm sure Martin has a claim on them as well."
"Not as big as the one she has on his balls."
"Very true. Is it cool to bring someone? Oh fuck..." I moaned. Adrian had wrapped his hand around a very sensitive part of me.
"Bring your doctor Chico, we want to meet the man who's got you wrapped around his finger."
Adrian laughed, only briefly stopping his assault on my nipples.
"Was that him?"
"Yes..." I moaned, almost forgetting that Robbie was listening.
"Well I'm hanging up now so you two can finish. I'll see you at six. Bring something to drink."
"Will do." I said before pressing the end call button.
"Babe." I said while pulling him off my chest. He looked up at me with a face full of innocence. Lying curd. "Don't look at me like that. Was somebody getting off by making me squirm on the phone?"
"Perhaps just a little." He smiled.
"Do you want to come with me to Ramirez's tonight?"
"Poker sounds fun. And I'm not opposed to meeting your friends. You've met mine."
"No I haven't." I was confused.
"You've met Denise."
"I knew her before you came here."
"Exactly. I haven't been here but maybe five months. My work schedule doesn't really let me know anyone outside the hospital."
"At least you managed to meet me." I smiled down at him, trying for charming.
"And what a blessing that was." He said as he kissed me again.
"Care for a shower?"
"Oh no. We've only got an hour and a half to get ready. No way would we be that quick."
"Well you go first then. You're hair takes longer than mine."
"Does not! You were in front of the mirror for thirty minutes the last time we went to dinner. Don't even try to say you weren't."
"I was going to say: yes master, whatever you want master."
"GET IN THE SHOWER!"
I laughed the whole way across the room, his quasi angry face trailing behind.
"I thought you didn't want to shower with me."
"I've changed my mind. Now mush!"
We were strictly professional in our cleaning. Well, almost. He had to slap my hands away numerous times. Still, he eventually let me clean his back for him. I got fingered for a minute before the little tease went back to his side of the stall. I'd come twice already that day, yet my dick was ready to go again. It's like being a teenager again, I swear.
"Door is locked and we're good to go."
"What do we need to pick up?"
"Beer or liquor."
"Which do you prefer?"
"To the liquor store Dr. Schwartz."
"You're never going to get tired of that are you?"
"It's unlikely."
"Silly boy." He said grinning.
Normally, the preppy style annoys me a bit. On Adrian however, I was learning to adjust my ways of thinking. It really took me a while to figure out how exactly he dressed. That may sound weird, but when the majority of the time you see someone you're both in uniform, it can make it hard to imagine them outside of that uniform. When I form a mental image of Adrian in my head, I still see him in scrubs. Damn tight scrubs at that.
Chinos didn't look bad on him though, even if the ocean blue reminded me of an episode of Miami Vice. My ripped and faded jeans looked vastly out of place walking alongside him.
"Was the Hawaiian shirt really necessary?" I asked. He was wearing a light blue based shirt with tropical designs in different bright colors open over a peach colored tank top. Blue tinted aviators completed the package.
"One of us needs to have some flare. How long did it take to pick out that t-shirt?"
I looked down at my Bud Lite shirt. It was a throw back from the 80's with a surf board and several empty cans laying on a beach next to a cooler.
"At least ten seconds."
When we got to street level, Adrian did something we hadn't previously done. He took my hand in his as we walked down the street to the liquor store. Big progressive city that this was, no one gave two fucks about a couple of dudes holding hands. This was an act of possession. He didn't even dare look my way. His eyes were straight ahead as we plodded along. My eyes switched from our hands to the side of his head.
"This is new." I said while giving our hands a little shake.
