Covet Thy Neighbor

and for the longest time, we just made out and teased each other. Breathing hard. Kissing harder.
    “Guess now would . . . now would be a good time to ask,” he said between kisses, “if you’re a top or a bottom?”
    “I’m whatever means we’re fucking in the next sixty seconds.”
    Darren groaned and kissed me again. I stroked him faster; I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been this turned on, and though it took all the restraint I had—not to mention the promise of what was coming—I broke away from him so I could get a condom. He started to protest, but must have figured out what I was doing, because he let me lean toward the nightstand.
    I pulled a condom off the strip, but before I could rip the wrapper open, Darren took it from me. He tore it with his teeth. He tossed the wrapper to the side and grinned at me. I thought he might say something witty, or just roll on the condom and be done with it, but instead he reached for me with his other hand, grabbed the back of my neck—Jesus Christ , but he was fucking aggressive—and kissed me.
    His kiss was both hot and frustrating. He was an amazing kisser, but I also wanted to turn around, get on my hands and knees, and take everything he—
    His other hand was on my cock. Then the smooth, vaguely cool condom. I broke the kiss enough to murmur “Oh, God . . .” as Darren rolled the condom on to me.
    “In case you hadn’t gathered,” he said, “I like tops.”
    Oh. God .
    “Then you might want to get the lube and turn around,” I growled.
    Darren shuddered. He reached for the lube, and after he’d poured some onto his hand, he stroked my cock, squeezing through the condom.
    “Turn around,” I said. “Fuck, man, turn around, I need . . . I need to . . .”
    He silenced me with a kiss, and I whimpered against his lips as he kept stroking me, and just about the time I didn’t think I could last another second, he broke the kiss and grinned, and we changed positions.
    I was horny beyond words, but as I knelt behind him, I stopped. Stopped and just looked. My tattoo artist’s brain would usually see a myriad of designs that could be drawn on that pristine, untouched flesh, but all I could see now were solid muscles and angular planes, broad shoulders and narrow hips.
    “Seth,” he murmured over his shoulder.
    “Patience,” I said with a grin. I put some lube on my fingers, rested a hand on the small of his back, and let my other hand drift over his hip and between his cheeks. When I pressed in gently with a fingertip, he didn’t resist, and took one finger, then two, with minimal pressure.
    I slid them deeper. “Like that?”
    Groaning softly, he nodded.
    I separated my fingers, stretching him carefully, and he leaned back against me. I stilled my hand, and he moved faster, as if to make up for my lack of motion. He rocked back and forth, letting my fingers slide in and out at his own speed. I dug my teeth into my lower lip, barely even letting myself breathe because I was afraid I’d come from this alone. From nothing more than watching Darren fucking himself on my fingers.
    “Seth, please . . .” He shuddered, his back arching and his shoulders trembling.
    “Getting impatient, are we?” I gritted my teeth to hide my own anticipation.
    “Yes.” He let his head fall forward. “ Please. ”
    “Hmm, well, you did ask nicely.” I rested my hand on his hip, and as I pressed my cock against him, we both moaned.
    “I’m not going to move,” I said. “You decide how fast, and—” I cut myself off with a gasp as he leaned back against me, and a second later, the head of my cock was inside him. Another forward-back motion, and I was almost completely buried in him. “Fuck,” I whispered. “Holy fuck . . .”
    He rocked back and forth just right, and I was as mesmerized by the sight of him—all shaking and tension and motion—as I was by the sensation of sliding in and out of him.
    When he threw his head back and sounded like he almost swore, I couldn’t stand another second. I leaned down, resting my hands beside his on the bed. My body weight kept him in place, exactly where I wanted him, and left him with no choice but to take it as I thrust from the hips. Darren turned his head, reached back and grasped my hair, pulling me into another kiss.
    His kiss turned me on almost as much as fucking him did. Everything about him turned me on, and how I’d lasted this long at all mystified me.
    Then Darren broke the kiss