"I want to fuck you."
Chris's eyes snapped open at the words spoken softly in his ear. Vin was naked in bed behind him, leaning on one elbow as Chris turned his head to look up at the wide, blue eyes.
"No."
"Why not?" Vin persisted, nuzzling at his neck. "You fuck me all the time. It's not fair."
"Life isn't fair," Chris replied calmly, turning away.
Vin licked his finger, stroking it up the cleft of Chris's buttocks.
"C'mon, it's almost the new year. Five minutes."
"Ain't we supposed to be at a New Year's party?"
"This is our new year's party," Vin reminded him.
"Oh." Chris smiled. "Yeah...Didn't you like what I got you for Christmas?"
Vin darted his tongue into Chris's ear before continuing. "Oh, I liked it fine. I got what I wanted. But you didn't give me what I really want."
"And that is..."
"I want to fuck you." Vin gently rubbed his palm over Chris's buttocks, gently squeezing one cheek as he moved in closer to spoon against Chris's back.
Chris had never really thought about it before. The longing now in Vin's eyes - hell, throughout his body - was the incentive that finally urged him on. Chris could feel the heated weight of Vin's erection against his skin as Vin moved closer. He sighed and rolled onto his back.
Vin grinned broadly in response, reaching for the small tube always at arm's length on the nightstand. He squeezed the clear gel onto his fingertip.
"Spread your legs," he urged in a low, gentle voice. He tenderly, reverently, applied soft strokes of lube around Chris's virgin opening, then swept his palm up to feel Chris's fat, warm sac. He carefully rolled the smooth, almond shapes between his fingers, feeling the wrinkled skin slowly thicken and grow taut against Chris's body.
Chris shut his eyes tightly for a moment, then studied the ceiling. A small shiver rippled through him.
"Don't be afraid," Vin whispered. He nibbled Chris's earlobe as his hand moved lower and back, to press one wet finger into the puckered entrance far below. "I won't hurt you." He massaged the blond's lower back just over his hip with one hand while waiting patiently as Chris's muscles slowly began to relax. Chris knew Vin meant what he said. His own fully-engorged penis bounced against his flat belly, and he realized with a shock that he wanted this to happen as much as Vin did. Vin started to press a second finger home when
Chris stopped him.
"Just go ahead and do it," he said, lifting his upper body to look at him.
Vin gazed back at him, seeking reassurance in the clear, green eyes. He smiled, trying to contain his eagerness, as he knelt between the long, lean thighs.
His smooth, polished tip, slick with its own dewdrop of moisture, rubbed against the tiny patch of hair at Chris's opening.
"We should shave this someday," Vin teased softly.
"Why?"
"So you can be smooooth outside, too." He reached up to tickle Chris's armpits.
"Stop that." Chris turned away as if to bury his face into the feather pillow as he felt Vin push his shaft against the tight ring, slowly easing it wider. Chris could feel every inch as the plum-shaped head spread the walls of his rectum, his body rushing to accommodate Vin's girth. He felt completely filled inside with the thick heaviness, and his breathing began to come in short gasps.
Vin paused again, in awe of the moist heat that gripped him so tightly. He waited until Chris's breathing has eased somewhat before continuing.
Vin withdrew himself in one, long, slow stroke. For a moment, Chris felt a sense of relief followed almost immediately by a sense of loss, of emptiness. The feelings didn't last as Vin gently thrust into him again.
"Chris," Vin sighed. "You feel so good. So tight...and warm..." Vin adjusted his hips and Chris cried out in ecstasy as Vin's penis found the sweet spot. Vin began to slowly increase his rhythm.
Chris's sweat-glazed palms gripped handfuls of sheets as he began to moan loudly. Through half-closed eyes, he could see Vin's flushed face, the hungry ice-blue glint in his eyes as he licked his lips.
Chris cried out in total abandon now. There was a roaring in his ears and, without his own penis being touched, his need reached its peak. An animal howl tore from his throat as long ivory jets of fluid burst from the engorged head, leaving gleaming streaks along his chest.
The sight pushed Vin to his own release, and he cried out Chris's name as his own milky fluid bathed and warmed Chris's insides. Drawing a shuddering breath, he collapsed against him, and Chris could hear both their heartbeats still pounding, almost in unison.
He reached up to clasp Vin to him, not wanting Vin to leave his body just yet. Vin turned to rest his head against Chris's chest and, in doing so, glimpsed the clock on the nightstand. He lifted his head and turned to smile at Chris, whose expression was one of sleepy bliss.
"It's midnight. Happy New Year, Chris."
"Same to you," he grinned.
The End
