Page 89 of Bro Code

It was…intense. But good. After the initial shock, it was just a new, crazy sensation. His hands came to the back of Riley’s head, fisting the hair and holding on tight. He began to thrust up into his mouth, overcome with relief, and Riley let him, running his hands up and down the insides of his thighs and making encouraging noises that sent vibrations straight to Louis’ balls.

Then he stopped and Louis said something like, “Fuck, please no–” as he disappeared again. He hung there, panting, until he felt Riley tipping up his chin, and then pushing an ice cube into his mouth. This was followed by Riley’s lips on his and his tongue chasing the ice cube around, which Louis was sure was a choking hazard, but honestly as this point, who fucking cared?

Riley straddled him again and Louis wrapped his hands around his ass, kneading and squeezing while they kissed, feeling his cock pressing into his stomach. When the ice cube had almost completely melted Riley sat back and took Louis in his hand, stroking him with a slowness that made Louis want to put his fist through the window.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” he moaned. “Because if you’re not I’m just gonna open the door and tuck and roll into traffic.”

“Such a drama queen,” said Riley. His hand disappeared and Louis heard the unmistakable sound of a lube bottle popping open. “And I’m actually not.”

“Not what?”

“I’m not gonna fuck you. You’re gonna fuck me.”

Louis’ heart skipped. “What?”

“Are you into that?”

Approximately four thousand thoughts tried to happen at the same time in Louis’ brain, and he said something like, “Aynghhh?” and then, “Yes.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t sure if you ever do that.”

“I do.”

“Fantastic.” Riley's hand was around his cock again, slick with lube. “Me too.”

Louis sat in the dark with his mouth open, silently thanking each and every God he could remember (which, let’s be honest, was one) as Riley rolled a condom onto him and got everything prepared. He felt Riley straddle him and get into position.

Louis grabbed tight around his hips. “I’m not gonna make it very long,” he said.

“That’s fine, me neither,” said Riley. He started to ease very slowly down on Louis’ cock, and Louis’ fingers dug in, his teeth clenching.

“Sorry, I have to go slowly."

“Yup.” Louis breathed through his teeth. “Nope, totally fine.”

Inch by agonizing inch, Riley sank all the way down, and at the bottom he blew out a breath and Louis did the same, rocking his hips up into him. If he hadn’t already been blindfolded, he felt like he would have gone temporarily blind. He felt for Riley’s cock in the space between them as Riley began to move.

“Shit, Louis,” said Riley. He held on around the back of Louis’ neck and pressed their foreheads together.

“Yeah.”

“It’s really good.”

“Yeah.” He reached up with his free hand to take off the blindfold. He wanted to see it – Riley in his lap like this, his hand around his cock.

“Actually–” Riley grabbed his wrist. “Can you not? I get – like – a little bit nervous doing it this way? I don’t really…I would just prefer if you didn’t…take that off.”

Louis sat totally still for a moment, absorbing this, then leaned in and found Riley’s mouth with his. He pulled him close and put his arms around him and kissed him as hard and as deep as he could.

Riley rode the absolute spit out of him. Getting pounded in the ass by a hockey player was one thing. Getting fucked into oblivion by his massive thighs was quite another. Louis felt like he was clinging to his sanity by the tips of his fingers, and it was all of three minutes before he was careening toward the edge.

“Fuck, Riley,” he gasped. “I can’t, I’m so close.”

“Me too. I’m right there.” Riley pressed his forehead to his again. He took Louis’ hand and laced their fingers and braced.

“Are you sure? Because I’m like…really right there.”

“Yeah. I’m sure. Go. Do it. Come for me.”