part 20 - rated nc-17
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smackenzie"Oh man, Parrish, this is fantastic. Any time you want to come cook for me you're more than welcome."
"I might take you up on that."
"I hope you do."
"Oh, damn," Parrish said, smacking himself in the forehead. "I forgot the asparagus."
"That's ok. I don't really like it. Besides, it leaves more room for dessert."
Parrish smiled, obviously relieved. It occurred to Laurie for the first time that Parrish might be looking at this as a first date, and that he might be nervous. It was endearing.
"Would you be disappointed if I said I bought dessert?"
"Nope," Laurie said. "Just as long as it's good I don't care if you baked it or bought it."
"It did come from a bakery, at least."
"Well there ya go." Laurie grinned, Parrish grinned back, and they went back to eating.
The risotto was good, the wine was cold, the setting was lovely, his dining companion was interesting and fun and really fucking cute, and Laurie was really enjoying himself. They ate and drank and talked about themselves, like you do when you're just getting to know someone. Parrish told Laurie about why he went into city planning - basically because he was fascinated with the way people inhabited their space, how they worked with and around it, how they adjusted and made their part of the world their own.
"I was motivated some by wanting to make the city a nicer place to live in," he said, "but really I was interested in how people live in it already. But it's a lot of politics and dealmaking and compromising, and I'm not sure I want to keep doing it. I love my job, I just don't like the way the city does things. Everything's got miles of red tape and stacks of paperwork to get through before you can even think of making your proposal to someone who can see it through. It's very frustrating."
"I can guess," Laurie said. He poured himself some more wine and then topped up Parrish's glass.
"Thank you. Why are you waiting tables? What did you do in college?"
"I was a history major. I think I did it for the same kind of reason that you did urban planning - the people. Like the way one man can change history, or what could've happened if he hadn't done this or that, or if he'd swayed more people. Or less people. History's not just 'this happened, then this happened, then this happened.' It's all just one long biography." Parrish was watching him intently, occasionally sipping his wine or eating more of the risotto. "I knew a guy whose theory was that a lot of history is geographical. You know, if Gettysburg was flatter or nearer to a river or something, the Civil War might've turned out different, or if the South wasn't such a great place to grow cotton and tobacco they might've built more industries and maybe lasted longer in the war. But see, I think it's the people that make history - the generals and the soldiers and even, like, Matthew Brady, the photographer. You put a different guy in charge and the whole battle's different. There's some psychology in it, I guess."
"I would think you and your friend would have had a lot of arguments."
"Oh yeah. He was brilliant but he had these weird theories about civilization, and he always thought he was right because everyone says about the Indus River Valley and the earliest civilizations, you always learn that settled civilization started there because it was such a good place to stop moving and start growing crops. And he'd always point that out, and I'd always say yeah, but it was someone's idea to do that. It's not like a whole tribe of people simultaneously decided to settle down and plant wheat. They would've had a leader or a council or something, and he would've made the decision." He blinked, a little surprised at himself. Maybe it was the wine - he didn't usually run off at the mouth like this about his college years and history love. Most music people kind of rolled their eyes, and most of the staff at the restaurant was too involved in their own little dramas to listen.
"You really liked it, didn't you," Parrish said.
"Yeah. I would've gone into education and taught high school or something, but by then I'd joined a band and I really wanted to do that, it's so much fun, and I really love making music. I figured I could do that for a while, see how it panned out, and I could always go back and get my certification later. My concentration for my degree was 19th century America, mostly the Civil War and the years around it, and I did a minor in 19th century European history, so it's not like any of that's going to change while I'm writing songs and playing my guitar."
"Exactly. When is your next show?"
"Monday at Underworld. You want me to get you in? I'm pretty sure they'll let us do that. But we got the gig at like the last minute, so who knows."
"I think I can pay the cover charge." Parrish grinned at Laurie around his fork. "It's more money for you, right?"
"Eh. Not much. I didn't even ask Bran how much we get paid for this." Laurie rolled his eyes. "Oh well. It's exposure, if nothing else. And it should be fun."
They talked until the risotto was gone and the salad was eaten and the wine bottle was empty, and then they kept talking until Parrish stood up and started clearing the table. Laurie took the plates and silverware into the kitchen and put them in the sink.
"Just leave them," Parrish told him. "I can do the dishes tomorrow. Do you want coffee?"
"Decaf, sure." Laurie noted that Parrish had a coffee maker with a timer. "Is that a good coffee machine?"
"I love it. The timer is a great thing, except for when I forget to set it." Parrish chuckled as he took down two plates and opened the fridge.
"That's what I'd do. But it's gotta be a nice thing, waking up to the smell of fresh coffee."
"Oh, it is. If you're still here in the morning you'll see." Parrish was turning away from the fridge with a fruit tart in his hands, and at his own words he blushed. Laurie swallowed the urge to laugh, because it was just the cutest thing. Hadn't they both made it fairly clear this was going to be an all-night-and-into-the-morning date? He even had condoms in his back pocket.
"I think I'd rather wake up to the smell of you in the morning," Laurie said, taking the tart out of Parrish's hands, putting it on the butcher block table, and kissing him. It wasn't a very deep kiss, nor was it intended to be, but Parrish put his hands on Laurie's hips and pulled him close, and his mouth opened easily to Laurie's licking tongue, and before long they were kissing hard and deep, tasting each other and standing very close.
Parrish tasted like crisp cold wine and creamy risotto and lemon and pepper and mint, and his hands on Laurie's hips were firm, and his lips were warm and he was still an amazing kisser, and Laurie was pretty sure he could stand here, just like this, for a good couple of hours.
But then Parrish pulled away, his eyes bright and laughing, and he said "Are you sure you want coffee and dessert?"
"I thought you were dessert," Laurie murmured, his eyes still on Parrish's amazing mouth. Parrish laughed.
"And here I thought you were. Come on, we'll take our coffee and tart into the den and sit on the couch. It's a little more comfortable than the kitchen, anyway."
"That's true." Laurie snapped back to himself. Parrish cut two pieces of tart, poured coffee, added sugar to his cup, and he and Laurie took their dessert into the den and sat down.
The couch was deep and soft and the room was cozy and now they were sitting side by side, knees touching, eating fruit tart and drinking coffee and talking again. After a minute Parrish got up and turned on the stereo. Soft jazz floated around the room, something Laurie didn't recognize.
"What's this?" he asked, gesturing with his fork.
"The radio." Parrish grinned. "You have a crumb right here, hold on." He leaned forward, reached out and brushed a stray crumb from the corner of Laurie's mouth. Laurie quickly turned his head and licked at Parrish's finger. "I won't tell you how much I want you," Parrish said quietly, tracing around Laurie's lip. "I think you know."
"Probably at least as much as I want you." Laurie put his plate on the coffee table, ran his hand around to the back of Parrish's head, and pulled his face close. "Remember you talked me into coming yesterday?"
"I do remember." Parrish's mouth was very close, so close it made Laurie's eyes cross to try and focus. "I had to wait until I got home to take care of it for myself."
Laurie dipped his head and licked at Parrish's lips. Now he tasted like cream cheese filling and coffee and sugar. The licking led to another kiss, and Laurie knew he was a goner after that.
They were sitting so close on the couch now that they were almost in each other's laps, and their hands moved over each other's faces and arms and dipped between thighs to fondle growing erections. They didn't talk, just took each other's mouths and tongues, a give-and-take with increasing urgency.
"Laurie," Parrish said, half a word and half a moan.
"What?"
"I think we should take this into the bedroom. I want you desperately but I don't want you to fuck me on the couch."
"Why not? It's as good a place as any."
Parrish pulled his head back and stared. "I can't tell if you're kidding or not."
"Kind of." Laurie stood up and held out his hand. "I want to see your bed, though, and your white sheets that I'd look so good lying on."
"I think you'd look good lying on the couch, too. But then we can sleep without having to move." He also stood - Laurie tried not to stare at Parrish's cock obviously trying to get free of his pants - and led the way into the bedroom.
The bed was indeed big and heavy, and the floor in the bedroom was entirely carpeted, and their feet made almost no sound as they pulled each other to the bed and fell on it. Parrish landed on the bottom and threw his arms around Laurie's shoulders and his leg over Laurie's thighs, and their mouths met again as they ground hard against each other and gasped and moaned.
Laurie was painfully hard inside his pants and from the way Parrish was grinding against him, he was too. They needed to do something about that.
"Clothes," Laurie panted, pulling on Parrish's pale yellow shirt. He didn't have the patience for the buttons but he didn't want to just rip them off.
"Wait, wait," Parrish said. He pushed Laurie back and fumbled with the buttons. Laurie tried to help but Parrish batted at his hands, so he slid off the bed to kick off his boots and struggle out of his own clothes, and by the time he was completely naked Parrish had gotten out of his shirt and shoes and was unbucking his belt. Laurie grabbed the hems of Parrish's pants, and when Parrish had gotten the belt off and the zipper down and had started shimmying out the pants, he nodded at Laurie and Laurie pulled them all the way off.
Now there were clothes in a heap on the floor and boys in a heap on the bed, and Parrish naked was just as sexy as Laurie had imagined. He had a few freckles and a flat stomach and as he rolled over to move away from the edge of the bed Laurie got a good look at his nice firm ass. It wasn't a bubble butt but it wasn't flat either - it looked like a good handful of ass and Laurie couldn't wait to put his hands on it. He made a grab but by then Parrish was on his back again.
"Come here," he said, beckoning, and Laurie stopped staring at Parrish's body and stretched out next to him. "You've got a lovely body, Laurie. You look pretty much the way I imagined."
"So do you." Laurie bent his head to lick at Parrish's collarbone and then scooted a little farther down to tongue one of his nipples.
Parrish moaned softly and wrapped his legs around Laurie's waist as Laurie teased first one nipple and then the other, licking and sucking and biting until he could tell they were swollen and hyper-sensitive, and then he scooted back up to take Parrish's mouth again, because god damn, he loved how the guy kissed him.
Parrish's hands grabbed his ass and they rubbed harder, Laurie pushing Parrish deep into the mattress and Parrish pushing back just as strongly. Laurie managed to get a hand between them to wrap around both their cocks, and when he started to pull, Parrish's back arched and he gasped.
"Want you," he panted. "Laurie - I want you - "
"Me too, Jesus, I waited and waited, wanna fuck you."
"Nightstand, there's lube." Laurie reached, stretching so Parrish got a chance to bite at his shoulder, and then he remembered the condoms in his pants pocket. Well, he could still do this first.
He moved down until he was kneeling between Parrish's legs. Parrish lifted his head to watch as Laurie bent over and placed little sucking kisses in a line from the middle of Parrish's chest all the way to the base of his cock. Guys smelled so good down here, rich and heavy and musky, and Laurie nuzzled Parrish's prick as he squirted lube on his fingers and slowly slid one inside Parrish's waiting ass.
Parrish moaned softly and pushed down on Laurie's hand. He added another finger, stroking and stretching and taking his time, because hadn't Parrish said that on the phone yesterday? They could take their time, because they had time. Laurie raised his head, grinned down at Parrish who looked flushed and ready in the dim light, and he sat up so he could stroke his own cock while he fingered Parrish, and so Parrish could watch.
"Laurie," Parrish moaned, "please don't tease me...."
"Just getting ready," Laurie said, his voice tight and his breath short. He really couldn't wait, not now that he had this body spread out waiting for him, this gorgeous body and that incredible, arousing voice.
He pulled his hand free, slid off the bed, and scrabbled through the clothes on the floor until he found his pants and the condoms in the back pocket. He stuck one in his teeth and dropped the other two on the nightstand as he clambered back on the bed, which was hard with his painfully stiff cock. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, pulled the rubber out and rolled it on.
"Just being careful," he explained, before lifting Parrish's legs and draping them over his shoulder, and lining up his cock and thrusting right in.
He went in with one long smooth push, making Parrish gasp and himself sigh. And oh god, it felt so good, not just because he'd been thinking about this and dreaming about this and jerking off over this, but because Parrish's ass was hot and tight and Laurie fit inside him like their bodies were meant to go together.
Laurie held on to Parrish's hips as he moved in and out, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding back in. He took his time because he could, and because now that they'd reached this point he wanted to make it last. He listened to Parrish's breathing and his own heartbeats, and he watched Parrish's face, and he smiled almost distractedly, because it felt so damn good he couldn't concentrate on anything else.
Parrish reached for his own cock with one hand and for Laurie's face with the other, and Laurie bent down to kiss him. But it was hard to concentrate even on that, as good as it was, and soon he was sitting up again.
"Jesus," he panted, "you feel so good." Parrish rocked underneath him, smiled up at him, and he looked so fucking edible like that, his eyes wide and dark and his skin pinking and his lips slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell and his nipples were still peaked and red and Laurie bent over one more time to lick at them.
"Harder," Parrish said. "I want to feel you inside me all day tomorrow. I want it to last, and I want to come.... You're beautiful leaning over me, Laurie, you're so beautiful, and so strong." His voice had taken on that same tone that had made Laurie come over the phone, and it was doing the same things now. Parrish had almost no breath with which to speak, but that only served to give his voice a dark, husky quality, a sexy rasp.
Laurie straightened up, shifted Parrish's hips to get a different angle, fucked him faster.
"Make me come," Parrish urged him. "Let me see your face."
"Jesus Christ," Laurie panted, "gonna explode. Gonna come so hard - "
He couldn't say how long they'd been doing this, how long they'd been fucking, but it felt like forever and no time at all. Laurie's hips jerked as he came with a shudder and a groan from deep in his chest. Parrish watched, those dark eyes intent until Laurie's climax had shaken him dry and left him gasping for air, and then he pulled hard on his cock and gave a small cry as he came on his chest.
Fuck, Laurie thought, that was something else.
"So were you," Parrish said a little breathlessly. Laurie hadn't realized he'd said that out loud. He leaned down, tired now, and dropped little feather kisses on Parrish's mouth, light pecks because to be honest he didn't quite have the energy or the breath for anything more. Parrish lifted a hand and stroked his hair. "I knew you'd be beautiful," he said against Laurie's mouth.
"And I knew you'd be a great fuck," was Laurie's reply. He was tired enough to fall asleep right here on Parrish's chest, his cock growing soft in Parrish's ass and Parrish's come drying sticky on both of them now. "Gotta move. Gotta go take the rubber off."
He groaned softly as he pulled out holding the edge of the condom, then stumbled into the bathroom, unrolled it, flushed it, and wiped himself off. He took a look at himself in the mirror, flicking hair out of his eyes and grinning. He was glad he didn't have to be anywhere in the morning. He was really looking forward to waking up in Parrish's bed, next to Parrish's body. He really liked the guy. Being with Parrish was comfortable and easy and, yes, made Laurie hard. There was no bad there.
He went back out into the bedroom, where Parrish had settled himself in bed and flipped back a corner of the blankets invitingly. Laurie grinned as he slid between the sheets and over for another kiss.
"I forgot to set the coffee maker," Parrish said, his voice now teasing instead of arousing.
"'Sokay," Laurie said. "I'll just lie here and smell you instead." That earned him a laugh and Parrish's hand stroking through his hair.
"I love your hair. It's so soft."
"Good conditioner." Laurie reached out and brushed back Parrish's sandy curls, then tangled his fingers in them and tugged gently before pulling his hand back. Parrish laughed again.
"How comfortable we are with each other. I like you quite a lot, Laurie."
"I like you too."
"I'm glad you came over, and I'm even happier than you decided to stay."
"I'm too tired to go home now." Laurie grinned. "Besides, I'd just be thinking about your ass all the way home, and it's really hard to ride a bike with a hard-on like that would give me." Parrish laughed again, although sleepily this time.
"Good night, lover," he said, his fingertips lingering over Laurie's cheek and jaw.
"Good night," Laurie said. He snuggled down in the blankets, full of good food and good wine, well-fucked and content.
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"I might take you up on that."
"I hope you do."
"Oh, damn," Parrish said, smacking himself in the forehead. "I forgot the asparagus."
"That's ok. I don't really like it. Besides, it leaves more room for dessert."
Parrish smiled, obviously relieved. It occurred to Laurie for the first time that Parrish might be looking at this as a first date, and that he might be nervous. It was endearing.
"Would you be disappointed if I said I bought dessert?"
"Nope," Laurie said. "Just as long as it's good I don't care if you baked it or bought it."
"It did come from a bakery, at least."
"Well there ya go." Laurie grinned, Parrish grinned back, and they went back to eating.
The risotto was good, the wine was cold, the setting was lovely, his dining companion was interesting and fun and really fucking cute, and Laurie was really enjoying himself. They ate and drank and talked about themselves, like you do when you're just getting to know someone. Parrish told Laurie about why he went into city planning - basically because he was fascinated with the way people inhabited their space, how they worked with and around it, how they adjusted and made their part of the world their own.
"I was motivated some by wanting to make the city a nicer place to live in," he said, "but really I was interested in how people live in it already. But it's a lot of politics and dealmaking and compromising, and I'm not sure I want to keep doing it. I love my job, I just don't like the way the city does things. Everything's got miles of red tape and stacks of paperwork to get through before you can even think of making your proposal to someone who can see it through. It's very frustrating."
"I can guess," Laurie said. He poured himself some more wine and then topped up Parrish's glass.
"Thank you. Why are you waiting tables? What did you do in college?"
"I was a history major. I think I did it for the same kind of reason that you did urban planning - the people. Like the way one man can change history, or what could've happened if he hadn't done this or that, or if he'd swayed more people. Or less people. History's not just 'this happened, then this happened, then this happened.' It's all just one long biography." Parrish was watching him intently, occasionally sipping his wine or eating more of the risotto. "I knew a guy whose theory was that a lot of history is geographical. You know, if Gettysburg was flatter or nearer to a river or something, the Civil War might've turned out different, or if the South wasn't such a great place to grow cotton and tobacco they might've built more industries and maybe lasted longer in the war. But see, I think it's the people that make history - the generals and the soldiers and even, like, Matthew Brady, the photographer. You put a different guy in charge and the whole battle's different. There's some psychology in it, I guess."
"I would think you and your friend would have had a lot of arguments."
"Oh yeah. He was brilliant but he had these weird theories about civilization, and he always thought he was right because everyone says about the Indus River Valley and the earliest civilizations, you always learn that settled civilization started there because it was such a good place to stop moving and start growing crops. And he'd always point that out, and I'd always say yeah, but it was someone's idea to do that. It's not like a whole tribe of people simultaneously decided to settle down and plant wheat. They would've had a leader or a council or something, and he would've made the decision." He blinked, a little surprised at himself. Maybe it was the wine - he didn't usually run off at the mouth like this about his college years and history love. Most music people kind of rolled their eyes, and most of the staff at the restaurant was too involved in their own little dramas to listen.
"You really liked it, didn't you," Parrish said.
"Yeah. I would've gone into education and taught high school or something, but by then I'd joined a band and I really wanted to do that, it's so much fun, and I really love making music. I figured I could do that for a while, see how it panned out, and I could always go back and get my certification later. My concentration for my degree was 19th century America, mostly the Civil War and the years around it, and I did a minor in 19th century European history, so it's not like any of that's going to change while I'm writing songs and playing my guitar."
"Exactly. When is your next show?"
"Monday at Underworld. You want me to get you in? I'm pretty sure they'll let us do that. But we got the gig at like the last minute, so who knows."
"I think I can pay the cover charge." Parrish grinned at Laurie around his fork. "It's more money for you, right?"
"Eh. Not much. I didn't even ask Bran how much we get paid for this." Laurie rolled his eyes. "Oh well. It's exposure, if nothing else. And it should be fun."
They talked until the risotto was gone and the salad was eaten and the wine bottle was empty, and then they kept talking until Parrish stood up and started clearing the table. Laurie took the plates and silverware into the kitchen and put them in the sink.
"Just leave them," Parrish told him. "I can do the dishes tomorrow. Do you want coffee?"
"Decaf, sure." Laurie noted that Parrish had a coffee maker with a timer. "Is that a good coffee machine?"
"I love it. The timer is a great thing, except for when I forget to set it." Parrish chuckled as he took down two plates and opened the fridge.
"That's what I'd do. But it's gotta be a nice thing, waking up to the smell of fresh coffee."
"Oh, it is. If you're still here in the morning you'll see." Parrish was turning away from the fridge with a fruit tart in his hands, and at his own words he blushed. Laurie swallowed the urge to laugh, because it was just the cutest thing. Hadn't they both made it fairly clear this was going to be an all-night-and-into-the-morning date? He even had condoms in his back pocket.
"I think I'd rather wake up to the smell of you in the morning," Laurie said, taking the tart out of Parrish's hands, putting it on the butcher block table, and kissing him. It wasn't a very deep kiss, nor was it intended to be, but Parrish put his hands on Laurie's hips and pulled him close, and his mouth opened easily to Laurie's licking tongue, and before long they were kissing hard and deep, tasting each other and standing very close.
Parrish tasted like crisp cold wine and creamy risotto and lemon and pepper and mint, and his hands on Laurie's hips were firm, and his lips were warm and he was still an amazing kisser, and Laurie was pretty sure he could stand here, just like this, for a good couple of hours.
But then Parrish pulled away, his eyes bright and laughing, and he said "Are you sure you want coffee and dessert?"
"I thought you were dessert," Laurie murmured, his eyes still on Parrish's amazing mouth. Parrish laughed.
"And here I thought you were. Come on, we'll take our coffee and tart into the den and sit on the couch. It's a little more comfortable than the kitchen, anyway."
"That's true." Laurie snapped back to himself. Parrish cut two pieces of tart, poured coffee, added sugar to his cup, and he and Laurie took their dessert into the den and sat down.
The couch was deep and soft and the room was cozy and now they were sitting side by side, knees touching, eating fruit tart and drinking coffee and talking again. After a minute Parrish got up and turned on the stereo. Soft jazz floated around the room, something Laurie didn't recognize.
"What's this?" he asked, gesturing with his fork.
"The radio." Parrish grinned. "You have a crumb right here, hold on." He leaned forward, reached out and brushed a stray crumb from the corner of Laurie's mouth. Laurie quickly turned his head and licked at Parrish's finger. "I won't tell you how much I want you," Parrish said quietly, tracing around Laurie's lip. "I think you know."
"Probably at least as much as I want you." Laurie put his plate on the coffee table, ran his hand around to the back of Parrish's head, and pulled his face close. "Remember you talked me into coming yesterday?"
"I do remember." Parrish's mouth was very close, so close it made Laurie's eyes cross to try and focus. "I had to wait until I got home to take care of it for myself."
Laurie dipped his head and licked at Parrish's lips. Now he tasted like cream cheese filling and coffee and sugar. The licking led to another kiss, and Laurie knew he was a goner after that.
They were sitting so close on the couch now that they were almost in each other's laps, and their hands moved over each other's faces and arms and dipped between thighs to fondle growing erections. They didn't talk, just took each other's mouths and tongues, a give-and-take with increasing urgency.
"Laurie," Parrish said, half a word and half a moan.
"What?"
"I think we should take this into the bedroom. I want you desperately but I don't want you to fuck me on the couch."
"Why not? It's as good a place as any."
Parrish pulled his head back and stared. "I can't tell if you're kidding or not."
"Kind of." Laurie stood up and held out his hand. "I want to see your bed, though, and your white sheets that I'd look so good lying on."
"I think you'd look good lying on the couch, too. But then we can sleep without having to move." He also stood - Laurie tried not to stare at Parrish's cock obviously trying to get free of his pants - and led the way into the bedroom.
The bed was indeed big and heavy, and the floor in the bedroom was entirely carpeted, and their feet made almost no sound as they pulled each other to the bed and fell on it. Parrish landed on the bottom and threw his arms around Laurie's shoulders and his leg over Laurie's thighs, and their mouths met again as they ground hard against each other and gasped and moaned.
Laurie was painfully hard inside his pants and from the way Parrish was grinding against him, he was too. They needed to do something about that.
"Clothes," Laurie panted, pulling on Parrish's pale yellow shirt. He didn't have the patience for the buttons but he didn't want to just rip them off.
"Wait, wait," Parrish said. He pushed Laurie back and fumbled with the buttons. Laurie tried to help but Parrish batted at his hands, so he slid off the bed to kick off his boots and struggle out of his own clothes, and by the time he was completely naked Parrish had gotten out of his shirt and shoes and was unbucking his belt. Laurie grabbed the hems of Parrish's pants, and when Parrish had gotten the belt off and the zipper down and had started shimmying out the pants, he nodded at Laurie and Laurie pulled them all the way off.
Now there were clothes in a heap on the floor and boys in a heap on the bed, and Parrish naked was just as sexy as Laurie had imagined. He had a few freckles and a flat stomach and as he rolled over to move away from the edge of the bed Laurie got a good look at his nice firm ass. It wasn't a bubble butt but it wasn't flat either - it looked like a good handful of ass and Laurie couldn't wait to put his hands on it. He made a grab but by then Parrish was on his back again.
"Come here," he said, beckoning, and Laurie stopped staring at Parrish's body and stretched out next to him. "You've got a lovely body, Laurie. You look pretty much the way I imagined."
"So do you." Laurie bent his head to lick at Parrish's collarbone and then scooted a little farther down to tongue one of his nipples.
Parrish moaned softly and wrapped his legs around Laurie's waist as Laurie teased first one nipple and then the other, licking and sucking and biting until he could tell they were swollen and hyper-sensitive, and then he scooted back up to take Parrish's mouth again, because god damn, he loved how the guy kissed him.
Parrish's hands grabbed his ass and they rubbed harder, Laurie pushing Parrish deep into the mattress and Parrish pushing back just as strongly. Laurie managed to get a hand between them to wrap around both their cocks, and when he started to pull, Parrish's back arched and he gasped.
"Want you," he panted. "Laurie - I want you - "
"Me too, Jesus, I waited and waited, wanna fuck you."
"Nightstand, there's lube." Laurie reached, stretching so Parrish got a chance to bite at his shoulder, and then he remembered the condoms in his pants pocket. Well, he could still do this first.
He moved down until he was kneeling between Parrish's legs. Parrish lifted his head to watch as Laurie bent over and placed little sucking kisses in a line from the middle of Parrish's chest all the way to the base of his cock. Guys smelled so good down here, rich and heavy and musky, and Laurie nuzzled Parrish's prick as he squirted lube on his fingers and slowly slid one inside Parrish's waiting ass.
Parrish moaned softly and pushed down on Laurie's hand. He added another finger, stroking and stretching and taking his time, because hadn't Parrish said that on the phone yesterday? They could take their time, because they had time. Laurie raised his head, grinned down at Parrish who looked flushed and ready in the dim light, and he sat up so he could stroke his own cock while he fingered Parrish, and so Parrish could watch.
"Laurie," Parrish moaned, "please don't tease me...."
"Just getting ready," Laurie said, his voice tight and his breath short. He really couldn't wait, not now that he had this body spread out waiting for him, this gorgeous body and that incredible, arousing voice.
He pulled his hand free, slid off the bed, and scrabbled through the clothes on the floor until he found his pants and the condoms in the back pocket. He stuck one in his teeth and dropped the other two on the nightstand as he clambered back on the bed, which was hard with his painfully stiff cock. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, pulled the rubber out and rolled it on.
"Just being careful," he explained, before lifting Parrish's legs and draping them over his shoulder, and lining up his cock and thrusting right in.
He went in with one long smooth push, making Parrish gasp and himself sigh. And oh god, it felt so good, not just because he'd been thinking about this and dreaming about this and jerking off over this, but because Parrish's ass was hot and tight and Laurie fit inside him like their bodies were meant to go together.
Laurie held on to Parrish's hips as he moved in and out, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding back in. He took his time because he could, and because now that they'd reached this point he wanted to make it last. He listened to Parrish's breathing and his own heartbeats, and he watched Parrish's face, and he smiled almost distractedly, because it felt so damn good he couldn't concentrate on anything else.
Parrish reached for his own cock with one hand and for Laurie's face with the other, and Laurie bent down to kiss him. But it was hard to concentrate even on that, as good as it was, and soon he was sitting up again.
"Jesus," he panted, "you feel so good." Parrish rocked underneath him, smiled up at him, and he looked so fucking edible like that, his eyes wide and dark and his skin pinking and his lips slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell and his nipples were still peaked and red and Laurie bent over one more time to lick at them.
"Harder," Parrish said. "I want to feel you inside me all day tomorrow. I want it to last, and I want to come.... You're beautiful leaning over me, Laurie, you're so beautiful, and so strong." His voice had taken on that same tone that had made Laurie come over the phone, and it was doing the same things now. Parrish had almost no breath with which to speak, but that only served to give his voice a dark, husky quality, a sexy rasp.
Laurie straightened up, shifted Parrish's hips to get a different angle, fucked him faster.
"Make me come," Parrish urged him. "Let me see your face."
"Jesus Christ," Laurie panted, "gonna explode. Gonna come so hard - "
He couldn't say how long they'd been doing this, how long they'd been fucking, but it felt like forever and no time at all. Laurie's hips jerked as he came with a shudder and a groan from deep in his chest. Parrish watched, those dark eyes intent until Laurie's climax had shaken him dry and left him gasping for air, and then he pulled hard on his cock and gave a small cry as he came on his chest.
Fuck, Laurie thought, that was something else.
"So were you," Parrish said a little breathlessly. Laurie hadn't realized he'd said that out loud. He leaned down, tired now, and dropped little feather kisses on Parrish's mouth, light pecks because to be honest he didn't quite have the energy or the breath for anything more. Parrish lifted a hand and stroked his hair. "I knew you'd be beautiful," he said against Laurie's mouth.
"And I knew you'd be a great fuck," was Laurie's reply. He was tired enough to fall asleep right here on Parrish's chest, his cock growing soft in Parrish's ass and Parrish's come drying sticky on both of them now. "Gotta move. Gotta go take the rubber off."
He groaned softly as he pulled out holding the edge of the condom, then stumbled into the bathroom, unrolled it, flushed it, and wiped himself off. He took a look at himself in the mirror, flicking hair out of his eyes and grinning. He was glad he didn't have to be anywhere in the morning. He was really looking forward to waking up in Parrish's bed, next to Parrish's body. He really liked the guy. Being with Parrish was comfortable and easy and, yes, made Laurie hard. There was no bad there.
He went back out into the bedroom, where Parrish had settled himself in bed and flipped back a corner of the blankets invitingly. Laurie grinned as he slid between the sheets and over for another kiss.
"I forgot to set the coffee maker," Parrish said, his voice now teasing instead of arousing.
"'Sokay," Laurie said. "I'll just lie here and smell you instead." That earned him a laugh and Parrish's hand stroking through his hair.
"I love your hair. It's so soft."
"Good conditioner." Laurie reached out and brushed back Parrish's sandy curls, then tangled his fingers in them and tugged gently before pulling his hand back. Parrish laughed again.
"How comfortable we are with each other. I like you quite a lot, Laurie."
"I like you too."
"I'm glad you came over, and I'm even happier than you decided to stay."
"I'm too tired to go home now." Laurie grinned. "Besides, I'd just be thinking about your ass all the way home, and it's really hard to ride a bike with a hard-on like that would give me." Parrish laughed again, although sleepily this time.
"Good night, lover," he said, his fingertips lingering over Laurie's cheek and jaw.
"Good night," Laurie said. He snuggled down in the blankets, full of good food and good wine, well-fucked and content.
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Date: 2003-11-18 08:07 pm (UTC)(also i am using my jamie oliver icon in honour of the food ;) <3)
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