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Chapter XXIV ─ Ablaze

[ B R Y A N   C L A Y ]

Never in a million years would I have thought that I'd be seducing Michael Griffin on that Saturday evening. If someone from the future had magically appeared in front of me and told me that, I would've probably laughed in their face. 

Yet here I was, all naked and ready to pounce.

Truth be told, I had been sort of planning this for a couple of days now, the thick fog of despair had long dissipated and I was only left with an unbearable amount of sexual tension. So was he, I knew he was. The way he trembled in my arms spoke volumes to me, he was trying to keep his control and failing without realizing most of the time. 

Initially, I thought I'd wait for Michael to do something, to drop a sign, but then again that was very unlike Michael, I doubt he'd ever ask to fuck or be fucked by someone if he hadn't been prompted. I wasn't doing all that good of a job trying to send signals to him that I was there and more than willing. 

So I was the one who made the first move.

I spent a whopping half an hour in the shower making sure I was clean everywhere, and I meant everywhere. I didn't know what to expect from that night, but I knew something was going to happen and I wanted to be ready.

Despite not knowing what I was doing, I had done my research before. I was a young gay man after all and I had access to the internet, sue me. The only thing left to do was apply the hours of 'research', if you could call it that, to Michael Griffin. 

Who at the moment was staring at me from his bed with googly eyes, sort of like a fat kid stared at a lemon meringue pie, I felt like I was a walking meal and I didn't know how to feel about that. Ever since the towel had dropped straight to the floor, the only noise I'd heard from Griff was a gulp. "Are you going to say anything?" I mused, liquid courage coursing through my veins, although I did not know where it was coming from.

"I—uh, holy fuck." Words escaped his lips and I chuckled at his exclamation, this was good, it was good progress. He liked what he saw.

I made my way onto the bed, trying to look as sexy as possible, but in reality, I felt and probably looked like a sleep paralysis demon crawling on the floor. Michael burst into a fit of giggles and I snorted. "What are you doing?"

I frowned jokingly. "I was trying to be sexy for you, appreciate it."

"Trust me, I appreciate it." He looked at my body with hungry eyes, it seemed as if I had woken something up inside of him, the sheer disbelief that held his eyes captive before was nowhere in sight, there was only lust swimming in that green ocean. "You don't have to try to be sexy, though, it's already unfair how drop-dead gorgeous you are. Now come here before I get impatient." Griff let out a growl and I flushed.

"Tone it down with the cheddar, Griff." I reprimanded him with a smile, what was he playing at trying to make me blush like that? Blood involuntarily rushed to my cheeks whenever he called me beautiful, I hated it, but I also craved his affection, even if I could never admit it out loud. The way Michael made me feel inside was indescribable and only he and he alone could reduce me to total mush within seconds.

"Hey, I know it sounds cheesy, but you're genuinely the most beautiful person I know, you're like royalty in my eyes. I love everything about you." Sincerity was written all over his eyes and I felt like I was about to burst into tears, I lightly smacked his chest in response. 

"You're one to talk, Griff." I looked down at his mesmerizing green eyes with a small smile, I must've looked like a ripe tomato by that point. We held eye contact so intense it made my heart beat a thousand miles an hour.

"What do you want to do tonight, Bryan?" He leaned closer to my jaw and I gulped in response, my cock throbbed in excitement. Michael's lips ghosted over my jawline and I found it difficult to breathe. "Hmm?" He prodded again.

"Fuck, Griff, I want you. I want everything." My plea made Michael smile in satisfaction and before I knew it I had my breath taken away by his lips on my neck.

"Everything, huh?" He mused, his lips still glued to my neck. I threw my head back out of satisfaction and stifled a groan. I had fucking dreamed of this moment and it was happening, Griff's lips were on my skin, right where they belonged. He pulled away abruptly and a needy whimper nearly escaped from my lips. "Kiss me then." He peered up at me.

I took up on the offer and did what he asked me to, hell I had been craving this since that one drunken night in my kitchen. I wanted his lips on my own, on my body, I wanted his hands to explore me in the worst ways possible, I wanted to be his. But I also wanted him to be mine. 

When our lips touched, I felt like a 'it' girl in a romance novel, there was sparks, explosions, fucking fireworks. It felt so real because it finally fucking was, the years I'd been pining for this man and all the frustration I had endured was poured into this kiss, it was unlike anything I've ever had. Michael Griffin likely ruined me for any other man, because nobody could ever compare to my ginger jock. 

I groaned into his lips and took control of the kiss, it wasn't sweet nor soft. The best way to describe it was animalistic, two dominant souls were fighting each other, two pairs of lips that loved control clashed for dominance, yet somehow I already knew who'd give the control up first. I sat in his lap, butt naked, and having the time of my life making out with the man I'd loved for as long as I could remember, this was much better than the drunken haze that was our last kiss.

I still couldn't quite comprehend that it was truly happening, my mind and heart both raced a thousand miles an hour, I was about to short circuit.

Our lips parted after minutes that felt like moments and I already found myself wanting more, I was a slave for his affection. I was a slave for Michael Griffin and I couldn't do anything about it. I whispered his name when his lips found their way to my neck, devouring every little inch of my body. He was enjoying himself and exploring my body, I felt his hard cock press against my ass through his boxer briefs. I gently tapped his thigh and whispered. "Off with those. Want to feel you."

Griff let out a noise of compliance and pushed me down on my back, I laid on his bed sprawled out as he impatiently kicked his underwear off and pounced right on top of me. Just like in that one wet dream about him, his lips attacked my neck, he sucked and nibbled on it and was sure to leave a mark.

And oh fuck did I want it, I wanted the world to know I was his. I sucked in a breath and involuntarily arched my back as his hands roamed lower and lower, his lips trailed to my chest and I felt his hair against my chin. My breathing was ragged as he took his time exploring my chest with his tongue.

Soon his tongue found my nipple and circled it, I let out an involuntary moan. Griff took it as a noise of approval and worked his magic on my nipples, sucking and biting them, making me ache with pleasure until I was writhing under his influence. "You're so fucking beautiful, Bryan." I couldn't muster up the strength in me to respond, I was in bliss. 

My hands crawled up his back and found itself in his beautiful mop of ginger hair, everything about his body was perfect to me. He was truly the world's most dangerous drug and I was a junkie.

I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him and I would have him one way or another. I was already on the verge of cumming and I didn't want to embarrass myself. "Griff, I want you to fuck me. Right now." I was willing to bottom this time, I didn't care when it was with him.

He lifted his lips from my body and looked up at me with a smirk. "Don't get so impatient now, tiger. I'm just getting started." And before I knew it his lips were back on my body, making me tremble.

With every swipe of his tongue, he inched downwards, towards my crotch and I knew what was right on the horizon, I was practically incoherent as he worshipped my muscular body, taking his sweet time with my abs. His name made it past my lips again and he growled in response, he looked up at me with green eyes so full of determination and inched even lower.

I sucked in a breath and stifled a moan. If Michael was about to do what I thought he was going to do I wasn't going to last. I was already riding the edge, biting my lips, trying to restrain myself from reaching my climax.

Michael hadn't been kidding when said he was just getting started, he was meticulous with his lips, making sure to worship every little detail, nook, and cranny of my body. It was both admirable and infuriating, my cock was practically weeping precum, it was beyond hard by that point. "Someone's excited." He remarked as he stared at my dick, licking his lips in insinuation. "I—uh, I've never done this before." Griff let out in a moment of hesitation.

I was quick to reassure him though. "You don't have to, Griff."

He smirked and wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and jerked it in a quick motion, causing my entire body to go rigid. "Shut it. I'm in control tonight and I'm going to take what I want." I wasn't in the state of mind to even challenge that logic, with his hand on my privates I was rendered useless. I loved it when Michael got rough with me, it made my insides churn in the best way possible.

My sudden train of thought crashed into a brick wall when I felt Michael's tongue on the tip of my cock. I grabbed onto the soft sheet of his bed and prayed to god in the unholiest moment of my life. That lick was only Griff testing the waters because before I knew it, I was arching my back as his lips wrapped around my shaft, he took as much of me without choking.

I looked down at him working magic on my cock with his lips and my breath hitched in my throat when his eyes met mine, he looked so beautiful, so dirty and so fucking sexy with my dick in his mouth. I threw my head back out of pleasure as he sucked harder, challenging me. 

Griff loved making me writhe with pleasure and it showed, he loved having this control over me and I was happy to give it for tonight. He was in for a storm if he thought I wouldn't get my revenge on him soon.

I was on the verge of shooting a load down his throat and I found my hands moving to his hair, gripping it hard. "Michael, I'm close, please, I beg of you, fuck me." My breathing was shallow, pleasure coursed through my veins. Thankfully, my pleas didn't fall on deaf ears this time and Michael pulled away from my cock with a satisfying pop, causing me to groan in response.

He stood up and leaned down to fish a small box of supplies from under his bed, a few wrappers of condoms and a small bottle of lube soon found their way on the bed. I pursed my lips anticipation. Griff looked down at my body again, his eyes feasting on every inch of my skin. I looked up to meet his eyes and he smiled with that sadistic smile of his.

"Please, Michael, stop with this foreplay shit, I can't take it anymore. I've already prepared for this in the shower." I admitted desperately, it was true, the only reason I was in the shower for so long was that I was preparing myself to take him if the possibility arose.

Michael's gaze turned dirty and a corner of his mouth quirked up. "You were waiting for this, huh? You wanted this cock all along, didn't ya?" His words made my already leaking cock jump up in interest and he saw it. I nodded eagerly and pressed him onwards to fuck me. I needed it, I needed to feel him inside of me, I needed it for a very long time.

He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth as he held my gaze hostage, every passing moment without him inside me was fucking agony, I was aching for him. "Please." I whimpered as he took his time sheathing his cock.

"Don't worry, Bryan, I'll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. I'll show you just how much I love you." A breath got stuck in my throat when he said those words, did he really love me? Or was it just dirty talk?

With the condom on, Michael was back on top of me without any further hesitation, he captured my lips for a moment and any doubt or hesitation that I might have felt was long gone. "Come on, spread your legs for me, Bry. Wanna see you while I fuck you." Griff said in a rough tone as his lips planted soft, loving kisses on my jaw. 

I did as he asked and braced myself. Michael dragged me to the edge of his bed by force and stood right in between my thighs, the heat radiating off of his body made goosebumps break out on my skin. Holy shit, this was happening. I was still in disbelief, it felt like a fever dream, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Griff took the bottle of lube into his hands, uncapped it, and squirted some out of on his sheathed cock before slathering it. I gulped when his slick hand found itself on my hole, which was already twitching in anticipation. The lube was cold on Michael's hands but I accepted it, knowing I'd need it with how big his cock was. "Ready?" He asked me breathlessly. 

I nodded in response, trying to keep what was left of my composure. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I felt his tip prodding at the entrance. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy f—. Michael pushed past the ring of muscles and the tip of his cock invaded my body. I let out a groan and threw my head back out of both pain and pleasure.

I realized that Michael had halted his movement and I looked up to meet his concerned eyes. "Griff, don't you dare fucking stop now. Fuck." I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him to continue, wincing in pain as he complied with my demands.

"I don't want to hurt you." His whispers were strained. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight." Michael clenched his teeth as he pushed forward and found himself completely inside of me. He held still for a moment, trying to catch his breath before he started moving. 

Michael's pace was painfully slow and gentle, the constant waves of pain from Michael invading my body were soon replaced by an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. I gasped and let out a guttural moan. "Hurt me, Michael. I need it. Please." I didn't know what I was begging for but he nodded and captured my lips. 

I needed this release, I needed this, I wanted it. Griff's pace picked up and his breathing got even more ragged than before. 

All softness and sentimentalities were quickly replaced by searing lust and roughness, just the way I wanted it and Michael was making sure to deliver, to push me to the edge and beyond. I could most definitely get used to this and could get used to doing the same to him because God did I want to fuck Michael into oblivion.

I gripped the sides of his neck and pulled him closer to me, craving his lips on my own as he mercilessly fucked the life out of me. The animal was out of his cage and here I was begging him to devour me and make me his.

He fucked me senseless until we both found our release. Afterward, we laid there for a moment muttering 'I love you's' and sharing other sentimentalities as we rode out the pleasure together. It was a night I would never forget, and I had a feeling Michael wouldn't either.