Title: Taking matters into you own hands
Rating/warnings: It's got sex. Specifically some self sex and some imagining of sex.
Summary: With Alex away with his family on holiday Tom's feeling frustrated. But dealing with that frustration seems more trouble that it's worth, especially as no one ever really gave Tom a manual on how things work.
No one had ever told Tom that sex made you hornier.
He had figured that having regular fumble sessions with Alex would curb some of the desire to fuck all the time, but hadn’t been prepared for them to actually make it worse.
It could have been the fact that he now knew what Alex looked like without clothes, so now whenever he saw him in any he got mental flashes of ohgodnaked.
Or it could have been because Alex had managed to do the seemingly impossible and make Tom come, so every time his brain went close to dirty thoughts all Tom could think of was the slow slide of slick tongue and sheet clenching heat.
Which he wanted more of. A lot more of.
Though it wasn’t like it was a bad thing. They could do it a lot- both sets of their parents were very hands off and college hours were pretty lenient. And they could do things like talk after sex. You know, if Tom didn’t fall asleep.
He was still working on that one. If there was more sex to be had after coming then Tom could be persuaded to stay awake. Also food.
But the problem with this whole rampant sex drive thing is that it didn’t really account for Alex going away on holiday. Yes, it was only for a week and they talked on the phone, but Tom still cursed Alex’s family for having the gall to take his Alex to some adventure holiday where he spent a week climbing mountains and fighting bears while in a canoe or some other shit.
He could have gone too, but his idea of camping involved a tent, Alex, and showing him that he was sorry about the last time they went camping. With his mouth.
So here he was on day 3, staring at his phone after his last call to Alex. Who had gone swimming that day and water-running-down-chest-swim-shorts-stuck-to-curve-of-ass-
He really needed to come.
Like, so bad.
Now, the thing is, he hadn’t been able to do that to himself before. I mean, yeah, he’d had a go, but weirdness with what it was and touching it and how long it took and all that other crap meant he hadn’t tried very hard. And then Alex had come along and done stuff which made his toes curl and doing it himself seemed a bit pointless when Alex made him pass out when he did it.
But now it was time to take matters into his own hands.
Like a man.
Phone still in one hand he lowered the right down to fly on his jeans. He was laying on his bed as part of him had hoped for phone sex where he could listen to Alex talk instead of think about what he was touching, but sound carries through tents and while Kelly had no shame, Alex didn’t want his parents to hear in vivid detail all the things Alex would do to Tom when he got home.
He unzipped and pushed his jeans down and slipped a hand into his boxers before his brain caught up with what was happening. The lack of dick always sort of made him panic and recoil slightly, but this time he wasn’t going to let his brain get in the way of feeling good.
There was hair there which made him feel better. Hair was manly. And shit.
But if he pushed his finger forward it was that weird wet slickness which made him both cringe and sort of aroused him at the same time. A little shift of fingers and a rub and he found where felt good and set to making the coming occur.
10 minutes later he was still rubbing and cursing this weird thing he had that didn’t obey orders. If only he had Alex there to do that thing where he rubbed it in circles and whispered hotly into Tom’s ear about how he wanted Tom to fuck him-
A little pulse of heat went through Tom. It surprised him enough to make him stop.
He rubbed again and thought about Alex on his knees licking the tip of the cock he should have had. The one with the Prince Albert piercing that Alex would play with using his tongue-
Another pulse went through him, this time being large enough to make him moan a bit.
‘Ha-ha! I’ve discovered your secret you- you- thing of femaleness!’
So, thinking about hot things makes it work better. Think sexy thoughts and you won’t care enough about it being weird to stop the coming.
The blow job fantasy was good. He could think of that any day of the week.
Holding Alex’s hair to force his mouth open. Then running his cock around those lips to make them wet and shiny. And watching his little pink tongue lick around the head and sides.
Fuck that felt good. But he needed more than just Alex’s head bobbing over his cock. He was rubbing pretty hard now and everything was clenching down, but he needed something really hot to push him over the edge.
Maybe pushing Alex onto the chest of drawers. Yeah, that would be good. Him holding his legs up and apart ready for him saliva slicked cock to press into his ass. Teasing the hole with his cock until Alex pushed back against him and fucked himself on it. Ramming him holding his legs until he screams and watching him come with his head arched backwards and the line of his neck standing out as his cock pulses. Fucking him until he can’t take anymore. And then coming inside of him and watching it drip out from the hole you just pulled out from-
Tom came, teeth digging into his arm as he bit down. His arm hurt from working too hard and his pulse was a heavy thud in his ears. Everything was hot and clenching and oh god so good.
He kept rubbing until everything felt too raw to continue, but the orgasm was much quicker than the ones Alex gave him. Still good, but Alex had a way of drawing them out so he felt like he was on fire for a good few minutes before he came.
Tom wiped his hand on the cover and picked up the phone that had fallen down to the side somewhere. He quickly typed out a message.
“Just came touching my dick and thinking about fucking you. I’m going to sleep now. Night!”
There. Let the bastard enjoy his holiday. Teach him to be a cock block.
End.
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