Page 51 of Bro Code

His knees hit the bed and he toppled onto it, his hand still inside Riley’s sweats, which meant Riley came down on top of him. Neither one paused as Riley crawled onto him, pushing Louis backward, his mouth still urgent, a throaty groan scraping out of it as Louis got his hand around Riley’s cock and began to stroke him.

Riley broke the kiss and bent his forehead to Louis’ breathing hard, rocking his hips into Louis’ hand. “I need to be inside you. Like, now.”

Jesus, yes. Every inch of Louis ignited. He felt like his dick stampeded to attention. He removed his hand from Riley’s sweats as fast as humanly possible and began ripping open his own fly.

Riley rolled off him, shoving his sweats all the way off, his cock springing out. He sat up long enough to tug the Henley over his head, and then he was flipping back onto Louis, naked.

Louis hadn’t even gotten his pants off yet, but Riley didn’t seem to care: he kissed roughly down the front of his throat, his bare sternum, his stomach, the trail of hair beneath it, hooking his fingers into Louis’ half-removed pants and pulling them down as he went. He yanked them off and threw them aside, then paused on his knees, eyes raking Louis’ naked body.

Louis writhed under that gaze, and then Riley was grabbing him behind the knees, hiking him closer. He pressed Louis’ knees up to his stomach, to his chest, to his shoulders…further? Holy shit, what was happening? Riley kept pushing until Louis was bent completely into a shoulder stand, his legs over his head and his feet on the headboard. Ass in the air and more exposed than it had ever been in his life. His chin was squashed to his chest and Riley was staring down at him between his legs with hooded eyes.

“Is this okay?” he said.

Yes, God, it was so much more than okay. Normally, Louis had to beg guys to do stuff like this. And then there was the explaining of how to do it, the awkward getting into position, no one ever getting it right… He felt like he’d just won the lottery. His dick, rock hard and pointing straight down at him, apparently agreed.

“Oui,” he managed, “Yes, it’s perfect.”

Riley grinned. He bent like he was going to kiss Louis, which Louis wasn’t sure how they would accomplish, but then instead, splayed his whole tongue flat against Louis’ asshole, and dragged it all the way down the middle of him in one long, wet, raunchy-as-fuck lick.

“Oh, mon Dieu.” Louis’ eyes fluttered closed and he briefly wondered how much English he was realistically going to be able to remember once this got going. When he opened them, Riley was grinning. He licked his lips and patted Louis on one butt cheek.

“Don’t move.”

“Um…” said Louis, as Riley rolled sideways off the bed. He braced his elbows on the mattress and his hands on his lower back to keep himself from coming un-pretzeled and stared at the ceiling between his legs and waited, feeling slightly ridiculous and very horny.

Don’t move? Since when did he let guys boss him around like this?

Well…since Riley, to be honest.

Riley returned with a condom and lube. He knelt on the bed again as he rolled on the condom, then leaned over Louis with the lube in his hand. Louis barely had time to clock the evil smile before Riley flipped open the cap, turned the bottle upside down, and squirted a long, thick stream directly into his asshole with a filthy fart sound coming out of the bottle.

“Putain!” Louis yelped. “Va chier gros con, c'est glacé!”

“Sorry?” Riley tossed the bottle aside. “In English, please?”

“Fuck you, asshole, that’s freezing.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” said Riley, not sounding sorry at all, “I just wanted to hear you make a little noise.”

He shuffled closer on his knees, and Louis felt Riley’s erection poking him in the lower back as he began to rub his hands up and down the backs of Louis’ thighs.

“You know, I’m in a pretty compromised position here,” said Louis. “If you’re not nice to me, I’ll shut this down.”

“No you won’t.” Riley smirked, looking down at him between his legs. “Because you’re a little slut. And you like it.” He pressed his thumb against Louis’ hole and began to massage slow circles, and Louis felt a pathetic, helpless whimper come out of himself. Goddammit. He was right.

He closed his eyes and let Riley work him open, first with his thumb, then two fingers, then three, until Louis was dribbling precome onto his chest and moaning like the helpless little slut he was. Riley got into position – he had to stand up and kind of squat, then lean all the way over Louis and brace one hand on the headboard by Louis’ feet, which should have been awkward, but honestly just made Louis even more desperate. Riley used the other hand to put himself against him, and Louis let out a long, whiny, Fuuuuuuuck as he pushed in. He reached up and gripped Riley around the back of the neck without thinking about it, and Riley looked down in surprise.

“Okay?”

“Uh – yeah–” Louis blushed, feeling stupid. “Just wanted to…look at you.”

A slow smile spread across Riley’s face. He held Louis’ gaze and began to move.

It wasn’t easy sex. Obviously. That wasn’t the point. It was ludicrous – that was the point. It made Louis feel exposed and vulnerable and slutty and wild. And a bit used, which was also kind of the point. Riley wasn’t close enough to kiss him, and he didn’t have any hands free to touch or caress him; he just thrust fast and hard and deep like he was fucking a Fleshlight propped up in a couch or something, totally lost in his need.

Louis loved it. He held tight around his neck with one hand and worked himself hard and fast with the other, staring up past his own rigid cock at Riley’s face. Riley’s eyes had closed and a look of intense concentration came over him, like he was single-mindedly dedicated to the goal of getting off. Not scared, not flinching. Just purely, gloriously there.

When he felt himself getting close, he squeezed the back of Riley’s neck, and Riley opened his eyes and looked down like he knew exactly what that meant.