Part 8
Before they realised what they were doing, Rove's hands found their way to the back of Wil's shirt. Their lips parted for a moment so Rove could pull Wil's shirt over his head. He was topless for the second time that night. When Rove's hands made their way back down Wil's body, finding their way inside the back of Wil's pants, Wil jumped at the touch. He quickly pulled away and frowned to himself.
"I'm sorry." Wil apologised.
"Why?" Rove questioned; his gaze still as intense but confused now.
Wil couldn't look at him; he'd not done the right thing by his friend.
"We can't do this, you should know that. How are we going to cope on stage together with this under our belts?"
Rove teased Wil by looking down his own pants. "You know, I've coped before, though I think I might have grown a bit."
Wil finally looked up at Rove. He studied his face and then followed his gaze, down to his pants. A stroke of nervousness formed in the pit of Wil's stomach, unsure whether his next move was going to cause him a lot of trouble or a lot of fun.
Wil glanced at Rove's groin again as he was still standing with his pants open when suddenly Wil did something he never expected he could do. His right hand made it's way down Rove's pants and grabbed his cock. He felt himself grow and expand a bit just as he heard Rove moan. Wil used his free hand to take hold of Rove's head and pull it closer to his. Their lips met for a third time, this time it was more intense. Wil let go of his grip for a moment to throw Rove back, onto the lounge. He jumped over the back of the couch and landed on top of Rove and their lips met again. Their tongues explored each other's mouths as Rove struggled to undo Wil's belt.
Somehow, Rove's hand managed to find it's way down Wil's pants. It clasped the expanding erection inside. They were afraid that they'd faint in a fit of passion before they'd finished the fun. Wil moved his lips from Rove's, planting small kisses down his body. Rove closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure as Wil reached the top of his waist where his pants had been sitting.
Rove's hands played with Wil's hair while Wil quickly and skilfully removed Rove's pants. The longer Wil waited until he actually did something, the move Rove craved what ever it was Wil was planning.
After he'd removed Rove's pants, Wil sat there for a moment; his eyes fixed on Rove's cock. Wil knew that there was no turning back now, but he didn't care, he just knew that he wanted Rove and he wanted him right now.
"Wil, please.."
Rove moaned in frustration and Wil looked down at him, smiling to himself as he realised that Rove wanted him just as much. Their eyes locked together, Rove silently pleading with Wil to touch him. And that's just what Wil did.
"Oh God!"
Rove cried out again as he finally got to feel Wil's mouth on him. The pleasure shot through every core of his body as Wil used his mouth and tongue to drive Rove absolutely crazy. Rove ran his hands through Wil's hair and that seemed to encourage Wil even more and he began to suck even harder.
"Wil please, going to .. oh fuck!"
Rove couldn't even form a coherent sentence at the point; all he could focus on was the unbelievable feeling of Wil's mouth on his cock. Wil could sense that Rove was about to come, so he removed his mouth, kissing his way back up Rove's chest before finding his lips once more.
Rove wrapped his arms around Wil, stroking his bare back, groaning as he felt Wil's tongue slide into his mouth once again. Wil eventually broke away from the kiss, staring down at Rove, who smirked up at him.
"My turn."
Wil was about to respond, but Rove cut him off as he quickly tried to reverse their positions, only succeeding in making them both roll off the couch.
"Fuck!"
"Oops, sorry Wil."
Wil smiled.
"You're going to have to kiss that better you realise?"
Rove smirked as he lay full length on top of Wil, then slowly kissed his way down Wil's neck and chest. Wil sighed, revelling in the feel of Rove's mouth against his hot skin. When Rove reached the waist of Wil's unbuttoned pants he looked up and smiled, then quickly yanked them down over Wil's hips and allowed his sizeable erection to break free.
"Rove.."
Rove's response was to lower his head and take every inch of Wil into his mouth, causing Wil to buck his hips in response and let out a loud groan of pleasure. Rove placed his right hand on the base of Wil's shaft, gently stroking as his tongue flicked over the head. Wil was squirming around on the floor now, his hips bucking as his eyes closed, feeling like he was going to overload from the sensations.
"Rove .. please .. I want you .."
This time it was Wil who was having trouble forming a sentence. Rove took his mouth from Wil's cock and looked up, their eyes locking together once more. They both smiled, knowing it was time, knowing what they both needed now more than ever.
They both got to their knees, their lips meeting in a kiss that was more tender and passionate than the last. Rove then lay down on his back and Wil positioned himself between his thighs. As he felt the tip of Wil's cock enter him, Rove let out a cry that was a mixture of both pleasure and pain.
When he knew that Rove was ready, Wil inched his way in further and further until he was buried to the hilt, pausing for a moment just to enjoy the feeling of being inside Rove like this, as he had wanted to be for so long. Rove managed to open his eyes and look up at Wil, then moaned again as he felt Wil began to move.
"Oh God .."
They both cried out together as Wil thrust into Rove, Rove's hips moving in time with each of Wil's thrusts until they had built up a good rhythm. Pushing each other to the brink of orgasm. Rove took himself in hand as Wil continued thrusting into him, harder and faster until they both cried out at the exact same moment.
Wil withdrew and sat back, resting against the couch and trying to regather his breath. Rove slowly got to his feet, his legs still unsteady, and he lay down on the couch. Wil smiled and climbed up with him, laying down and resting his head against Rove's naked chest. Rove pulled an old blanket over their tired bodies and they drifted off to sleep together.
The next morning, the two men were still nude under the blanket that was sprawled across their bodies. Wil woke up with a start, as there was a loud banging coming form his front door. He jumped off the couch and looked down, remembering what had happened the night before and smiled. Then the banging interrupted his thoughts again and he scurried to his bedroom to throw something on. He found a pair of boxer shorts in his drawers and threw them over his legs, covering his large member. He ran back into the lounge room and the banging became louder again. He glanced back down at Rove on the couch and wondered if he should do something with him. He took the blanket off and stared at Rove's naked body, almost forgetting what he was about to do. Another bang on the door and Wil quickly covered Rove's body with the blanket.
Wil took a deep breath and made his way to the door. When he opened it up, he saw Belinda there, looking very angry indeed.
part 9