Jake slammed the door behind him and shoved Mike against the wall, their mouths crashing together hard. No slow build, no soft words. Just tongues and teeth and the taste of beer from the bar down the street. Mike grabbed Jakes ass with both hands and yanked him closer, grinding their cocks through their jeans until both of them were throbbing.
Fuck, I need this, Mike growled, already yanking Jakes shirt over his head. He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, ripped open Jakes fly, and hauled out his thick cock. No hesitation. He swallowed it to the root in one wet slide, throat working, spit already dripping down his chin.
Jakes head hit the wall with a thud. Yeah, suck that dick. Take it all. He thrust forward, fucking Mikes face in short, rough strokes while Mike gagged and moaned around him, eyes watering but never pulling back. Mikes own cock strained against his zipper, leaking into his briefs.
They didnt make it to the bedroom. Mike stood, spun Jake around, and bent him over the arm of the couch. He yanked Jakes jeans down to his thighs and spread his cheeks. Look at that hole. Fucking begging for it.
He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside, no lube, just raw spit and muscle. Jake groaned and pushed back, fucking himself on those thick digits.
More. Give me more. Jakes voice was hoarse. Mike added a third finger, twisting and scissoring until Jakes rim was shiny and loose. Then Mike spat on his own cock, lined up, and drove in balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
Shitfuck yes! Jakes knuckles went white on the couch cushion. Mike didnt give him time to adjust. He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a hard, punishing rhythm that made Jakes whole body jolt. The slap of skin on skin filled the apartment. Sweat dripped off Mikes chest onto Jakes back. Every stroke dragged over Jakes prostate until his cock was dripping a steady string of precome onto the floor.
Mike reached around and fisted Jakes dick, jerking it in time with his thrusts. You gonna come on my cock like a slut? he snarled.
Jake nodded frantically. Yeahfuckmake me come. His hole clenched tight as his orgasm hit, shooting thick ropes across the couch and floor. The pulsing squeeze dragged Mike over the edge right after. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping load after load deep inside Jake until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard, then Mike pulled out slow. Cum ran down Jakes thighs. He didnt move. Mike dropped to his knees again, spread those cheeks, and licked his own load out of Jakes used hole, tongue pushing in deep while Jake moaned and pushed back for more.
Later they moved to the bed. Mike lay on his back, legs spread wide. Jake climbed on top, sank down on Mikes still-hard cock, and rode him slow and filthy, grinding his ass in circles until Mike was cursing and grabbing his hips hard enough to bruise. Jake jerked himself off above him, shooting across Mikes chest and stomach. Then he leaned down and licked it up, sharing the taste in a messy kiss while Mike kept thrusting up into him.
They fucked until the sun came upon the floor, against the shower wall, Mike holding Jakes legs open and pounding him until Jake came dry, body shaking. By the time they finally passed out, both of them were marked with bites, bruises, and dried cum.
Jake woke first, Mikes cock still half-hard inside him from where theyd fallen asleep. He rocked his hips gently, waking Mike with a filthy grind. Round two?
Mikes answer was a low growl and a hard thrust that made Jake gasp. They didnt stop until they were both empty again, bodies slick and satisfied, the sheets ruined.
That was the night they stopped pretending they were just friends.
