It was a rush, a frenzy. Hands roaming, hips thrusting, lips coming together and crushing, sucking, tongues flicking, entwining. All the playful banter and crude words were gone; there was no need for them. No need to say anything. Clawing hands and wanton groans were enough. Shoulders pressed hard against the bedroom door, Tobias happily lay captive. Jason’s lips were on his throat, sucking and nibbling under his ear, making him shiver. Those large hands roamed around his waist, sliding down, back and grabbing handfuls of his arse. Heavy pants of air were exhaled beside his ear, Jason’s eagerness growing with each sly touch the author stroked along his cock. He remembered Jason’s promise to him, and it didn’t seem like the other man had forgotten either. They kissed each other hard, lips crushed together. A battle for dominance in which Tobias eventually relented and submitted. Finally Jason drew his hands back, rubbing at the encased bulged in the front of Tobias’s trousers. Thank-fucking-Christ. Curses would have passed his lips if he had been thinking straight, his mind focussed solely of the fingers caressing his crotch. The button of his skin tight jeans gave way with a little pop, the zipper grating to his ears as it was pulled down with deliberate slowness. Tobias sucked a breath in; flexing his stomach inwards to give Jason’s exploring hand enough room to push down the front of his pants. The touch of skin against skin produced a growl from his throat, and Jason responded in earnest. With his jeans rumpled down around his thighs Tobias was effectively hobbled and Jason took advantage of that. Who needed to be completely naked when semi-nude was so much faster. Insistent pulls and rough pushes drew them both away from the door and to the bed, Jason in charge all the way. Always on the back foot, the author was proud he maintained his balance as long as he did. His one night stand sat heavily on the edge of the bed, the mattress springs dipping with a squeak under his weight. Strong fingers wound into the collar around Tobias’s neck, and a sharp tug brought him down to his knees. Sitting back on his boot heels, he coughed as the collar was tugged again. No need for words. He leant forward with open and eager mouth between Jason’s spread thighs to lick at his throbbing erection. Jason exhaled softly, encouraging at least. Laying his tongue flat along the underside of his nightly lovers shaft, Tobias closed his mouth around the head, sucking down. Slow strokes of his hand worked where his mouth wasn’t, his other hand tenderly pleasing himself. Jason gripped his hands into Tobias’s hair and the author knew to suck harder. Mouth hot and wet, sliding down and back over Jason’s hard shaft, Tobias shallowed thickly. Creeping his lips down over sensitive flesh, his tongue worked in massaging and suckling waves, pumping and playing. He felt Jason twitch against his tongue. Drawing back, Tobias let Jason’s cock fall from his lips with an obscene little popping noise. Licking his lips, he played the pointed tip of his tongue over the head of Jason’s cock, working a little dribble of precum into his mouth.

The hand curled in Tobias’s hair tugged hard, then harder, and he followed the motion to relieve the pain in his scalp. Rocking back onto his feet, Tobias bent himself down to unbuckle his boots, pretending not to see Jason staring across at his own erect and straining cock.

“Leave the boots on.” Jason murmured hoarsely, after his second attempt to find his voice. “Leather suits you.” Bent forward as he was, it was easier for Jason to grab handfuls of his long hair rather than his collar, and the dark tendrils were wound into determined grips. Pulled forward onto his hands and knees in the centre of the mattress, Tobias stood prone and waiting. Jason’s triumphant chuckle was just over his shoulder, hidden behind the veil of his hair. But he could hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper, the flip cap of the lube bottle. Tobias bit his lip in anticipation. He could feel Jason moving around him, following him by the dips and quivers in the mattress beneath them. One of those large hands touched the small of the author’s back, tracing the curve of his spine and down over his backside. The touch was gone for a moment, before crashing back as Jason smacked Tobias hard on his pert arse. He wasn’t in the mood for play anymore, Tobias mused to himself as he let his elbows buckle, laying his shoulders down on the mattress and pillowing his head on his forearms. Arse in the air, a demanding whine passed his lips. Jason was all ears this time. Squeezing the bottle, he smeared a small amount of lubricant on his fingers, eyeing Tobias’s arse with a hungry gaze. The flexed spine and submissive position was hard to deny, and the larger man shifted himself to kneel behind Tobias, condom held in his teeth to keep his hands free. That milky white skin was enticing as he caressed the pert flesh, trailing wet fingers across the author’s skin. Tobias squirmed, muttering a muffled ‘Cold,’ against the crook of his elbow. Jason smirked, poking Tobias playfully before pressing two lubricated fingers past the tight ring of muscle and penetrating his partner. Tobias sighed contentedly, shifting his knees further apart. Each movement flexed and relaxed muscles, and Jason let out a pleased little hum, pushing his fingers deeper to the knuckle. Fingers rotated, stroked, stretched, searching out for Tobias’s prostate.

“God damn.” Tobias groaned as a perfect shiver rocked his body, sending little tingles straight to his groin. Jason grinned and stroked his fingers against his prostate again, rubbing back and forth over the tender bundle of nerves. Tobias jolted and clenched his internal muscles around those fingers, his body reacting on instinct. He wanted more. He’d missed this.

“You’re tight.” Tobias took that as a compliment, exhaling a shuddering breath as Jason teased his prostate again, starting to thrust his fingers back and forth.

“Not usually... nn... a bottom.” Jason paused and withdrew his fingers, using his teeth to open the condom packet. The tight heat that he was being presented with was arousing, and he didn’t want to wait anymore. Rolling the condom down over his cock, he started the lubrication process over again.

“Don’t forget to breathe then.” Tobias turned over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the smug smirk on Jason’s face. He knew what he was in for; he’d threatened his tonsils and damn near unhinged his jaw on Jason’s dick before. He was ready. He was desperate to feel Jason working inside him. The smug smirk fell from the larger man’s face, concentration taking its place as he steadied his erect cock with one hand, and drove his hips forward. He started slow, for Tobias’s sake, pausing as he felt Tobias shiver and clench around the head of his cock. Tobias flexed his spine, shifting, breathing. Shivering at the feeling of being penetrated by that thick, hot shaft, inch by inch. The heat was searing, and the sting of the stretch was fading quickly enough. The head of Jason’s cock struck his prostate and pushed past, rubbing hard against his sweet spot. A wanton mewl passed the author’s lips, his toes curling uselessly into those steel capped boots. The strong hands that had been cupping his hips now slid up along his body, to his shoulder and down to the mattress beside his head. Jason’s body lay against his back, covering him completely. It seemed oddly tender as Jason reached forward and grabbed a couple of pillows, stuffing them under Tobias’s hips to support him.

From the corner of his eyes, Tobias could see Jason’s hands curling into the sheets, creating some rather stable leverage. Jason’s hips rocked back, withdrawing his cock before thrusting back into him, launching himself into steady rhythm. Each thrust was slow but deep, withdrawing almost completely, and then pressing back until their hips collided. The constant brush and press against his prostate made Tobias shiver, his teeth set into the flesh of his forearm. It hardly muffled his pleasured cries. Tobias clawed at the sheets beneath him, each thrust driving him wild. As the pace increased, so did the fervour and volume of his moans, his voice hoarse with use.

“Harder.” Tobias whined, sweeping his hair back from his face as he turned over his shoulder, watching Jason from the corner of his eyes. The man above him was pressing kisses to his shoulder blades, dusting the touches across his tattoos. He felt the gentle graze of lips, the sly lap of a tongue against the nap of his neck. And then suddenly there was the sting of teeth against his throat, sucking, nipping, marking him as Jason’s. That would be a conversation starter for his friends, Tobias mused as Jason left a trail of possessive bruises along his shoulder. “Please, more.” He panted again, licking his lips hungrily. The force of Jason’s hips slamming against his own scooted him across the mattress a little, his cock rubbing against the pillows beneath his belly. Tobias cried out, his cheeks flushed red with pleasure, lips parted and panting for air. He almost felt dizzy, his body alive and thrumming with pleasure. Heat was swarming around him, muscles twitching, clenching sporadically. Jason seemed appreciative of the rhythmic squeezes against his cock, breaking his stride for a moment to rock a thrust deeper. Rivulets of sweat tickled their way across Tobias’s pale skin, running along his curved spine and disappearing under the dark halo of his hair. The author flexed his spine, pressing his hips back against Jason’s thrusts. Jason grunted from above him, panting heavily into his ear. He didn’t notice that Jason had moved back onto his knees until he felt one hand curl around his hip, and the other slip between his belly and the pillows. The light friction between his cock and the pillow had been nothing more than a teasing tickle, but the hand now caressing his swollen flesh certainly caught his attention. He whimpered slightly, the muscles of his lower stomach tensing as his feeling of arousal intensified. Jason let his head fall back, entranced by the feeling of his cock pushing deeply into the hot, tight arse in front of him. He curled his fingers around the smaller man’s cock, stroking him slowly from root to tip, swirling his thumb around the head. He really was horny, and this rough and ready sex was exactly what the both of them needed. He was panting and grunting, finally allowing his pleasure to have a voice, enjoying the way that his cock was being squeezed and held by Hyde’s internal muscles, enjoying his whimpers and his mewls and demands for more. But there was only so much he could take. Jason gave Tobias’s cock a small squeeze, and the elder man mewled, lifting his head up from where he had been resting it against his forearms.

“I’m going to come,” Jason panted softly, starting to jerk Tobias’s cock a little faster. Tobias let out a soft keen, bucking his hips back.

“I can’t take much more.” Tobias admitted, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he shifted. He’d been holding off for a while now, reciting his twelve times table in his head to distract himself from the onslaught of pleasure. Going without for months put a serious dent in ones stamina. “Aah. Fuck.” He growled low in his throat, pressing his face into the mattress and biting down on the rumpled sheets to muffle his voice. He was moaning, Jason was groaning above him, stroking his cock in a clumsy rhythm. The hand on his hip clenched hard, holding onto him with bruising force as Jason tipped himself over the edge into his orgasm. He set his teeth into Tobias’s shoulder once more; thrusting slowly into the smaller man’s receiving warmth, riding out his orgasm. Tobias gasped, moaned, body trembling and shaking. A final nudge to his prostate proved to be the over stimulation, and the author whimpered as he came into Jason’s hand.

“Heh. Seems like you really needed that.” Jason teased, slowly withdrawing from Tobias and sitting back on his heels. The bottom gave a weak laugh and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes.

“God you have no idea.” His body still twitched, limbs still tingling from the high of his orgasm. Dear god he really had needed a good screwing like that.

“Looks like I need to wash my pillows now.” Jason murmured, and Tobias cracked open an eye long enough to see the younger man poking at his semen covered pillow. He didn’t feel the need to apologise. He felt too good to give a crap about anything right now. The mattress dipped and a sweaty and grinning Jason flopped down next to him, discarding the soiled pillows to the floor. “Now. Wasn’t it worth waiting all that time to come home with me?” He teased, relieved when his fuck buddy cracked a small smile.

“Maybe next time we can have more of a conversation.” Tobias mumbled.

“Next time eh?”

“Can’t let a lay like that go to waste.”

-

It was only seven in the morning when Jason finally stirred, awoken by the feeling of a damp towel being thrown onto his face. Sitting up, he surveyed the room, squinting in the sunlight. Tobias was sitting on the edge of the bed, long hair damp and tied back from his face, fully dressed and preoccupied with a mobile phone.

“I used your shower, hope you don’t mind.” He stuck his tongue out at Jason playfully.

“Shit you wake up early.”

“I have a lot of things to do.” Tobias shrugged, turning to face Jason, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the mattress.

“Yeah, but waking up this early?”

“I have freaky sleeping hours. At least I’m quiet.”

“You have to go now?”

“Yeah I do.” Jason looked disappointed, before he noticed that the mobile phone in the other man’s hand was his own. “I worked your phone out. You’ve got my number. Just in case.” He smiled at Jason, brandishing his own mobile phone and calling for a taxi. Hanging up, Tobias rose from his seat and moved around to the side of the bed that Jason was closest to, leaning over and giving him a soft kiss. “Thank you for your hospitality.” Looks like the playful banter was back. Jason sat up and quickly scrounged a pair of pants, following Tobias as he made his way out of Jason’s bedroom and through his house to the front door.

“Hey.” Jason caught his arm with a small smile. “I’m free next weekend if you are. You know. Just in case.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Give me a call when you have details.” A car horn beeping outside alerted him to the arrival of his taxi. “See you later then, Jason.”

“Yeah. Seeya Hyde.”

-

He fumbled for a few moments with his keys, taking a few tries to get it into the lock. He’d accidentally fallen asleep with his contacts in, and had lost them during the night. Once inside the house, Tobias dropped everything and raced into his study, ideas and memories brimming inside his head. Sitting down at his desk, Tobias unbuckled his boots and unbuttoned his pants, grabbing his pen and his little black book. Uncapping his pen, he turned to the next blank page. And... Nothing. Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

“Aw shit!”

((AN: Hey guys. Sorry that this one took me so long, but here it finally is! Not overly happy with it, so I might tweak it a little throughout the course of the story. Anywhoo, feel free to leave feedback.))