Part Two of "Needing a Hit"

Bob pulled off his sweatshirt, throwing it over his shoulder. Jay sat 
up to yank his t-shirt off, and then raised his arms in a motion for 
Bob to join him on the bed. The larger man obliged, pushing Jay down, 
and kneeling over him, placing kisses on his shoulders, chest, 
stomach, and finally hovering above the waistline of Jay's jeans. Bob 
delighted in just peppering kisses across Jay's body. He often got 
scolded for that, Jay called him a tease for going so slowly all the 
time, but it was Jay's own fault for being so damn responsive in bed. 
Already, he was squirming like a worm on a hook, his fingers flexed 
and clenched, his head rolled from side to side as moans escaped, and 
muscles in his stomach twitched. Occasionally, his back arched ever 
so slightly, when Bob hit a sensitive spot. A couple that Bob had 
mapped out early in their relationship was Jay's nipples, and his 
hipbones. A feathery touch here, a light kiss there, and Jay was at 
his mercy. 

"Bob.... Come on...." Jay moaned, shivers overtaking his body. 

Bob sat up and reached for the zipper of Jay's pants, removing them 
with little difficulty. His own sweatpants were the next to hit the 
floor, leaving both of them stark naked and painfully aroused. 

Jay took Bob's hand, pulling him to sit down on the bed. Jay motioned 
for him to sit against the headboard, and Bob obeyed, putting some 
pillows there first, and leaning comfortably against them.

Jay straddled Bob's lap, the action sending jolts of pleasure through 
both of them, relishing in the sensation of skin-on-skin. Unable to 
move for only a moment, Jay quickly recovered and his hips began to 
make small thrusting motions against his mostly silent partner, small 
whimpers and little pleasured sounds escaping his throat. He dipped 
his head down, kissing and licking the cradle of Bob's shoulder and 
neck. All the while, making those little noises, unable to stop 
making noise, incapable of silence. 

Bob responded with the slight thrusting of his own hips. The 
exquisite pleasure coursing through his veins was almost too much to 
bear. And if anything made it more intense, it was the fact that this 
beautiful creature was doing it to him. This tall, thin, fair-haired, 
golden boy.... imperfect as he might be. He ran his hands over the 
lightly muscled body on top of him, pausing to run his fingers through 
the long golden hair that spilled over Jay's shoulders. 
"Beautiful...."

And suddenly, their chests weren't touching anymore, and Bob almost 
whined at the sudden loss. But then he noticed what Jay had pulled 
away to do. Just under the edge of the bed, Jay was reaching for the 
lube. Finally closing his fingers around the elusive tube, he placed 
it in Bob's hands, and kissed him again.

Bob tried to prepare efficiently, but it was hard to concentrate when 
he had this wriggling mass of pure sex drive in his lap, touching 
every available section of skin, kissing his chest, touching his 
cock.... Just getting the cap off the bottle had been a chore. But 
he kept his shaking hands still, spreading the gel evenly over his 
cock, before reaching around to prepare Jay with his fingers. As soon 
as they came in contact with the entrance, Jay arched forward, 
spouting curses and encouragement, putting his chest directly in front 
of Bob's face. Seeing as how only a fool would let that position go 
to waste, Bob closed his lips around one of Jay's nipples, flicking it 
gently with his tongue. 

The writhing blond gripped Bob's shoulders, the dual sensations 
bringing him dangerously close to the edge before anything really good 
had happened yet. It was all he could muster just to run his fingers 
through Bob's silky brown hair. Bob had two fingers in him already, 
moving them, stretching the muscle, but it wasn't enough. "Bob, now. 
I.... I need you now. Shit." He gasped, barely getting the sentence 
out. "In me.... fuck Bob, I need you in me...." He tossed his head 
back and let out a guttural moan as a third finger slipped inside. 

"Just a little more...." Bob moaned, wishing he wasn't so nervous 
about hurting Jay every time they did this.

"Fuck, man! I'm not a whiny ass chick! I won't break! Now, c'mon, 
fuck me!" He pulled away from Bob's mouth, pulling his arm away at 
the same time and positioned himself over Bob's rock-hard erection. 
Kneeling at the perfect angle, he allowed Bob to push inside, earning 
a cry from both men. Slowly, agonizingly, Bob slipped all the way in, 
until he was buried to the hilt, and there was nowhere else to go. 
The larger man gasped for breath, the pressure and heat surrounding 
his cock from all sides was almost to much to handle. Bob glanced 
down at where their bodies met, dark hair brushing against light, 
Jay's cock pressed between them, and Bob wondered if anything could be 
more erotic. 

"Oh, Jesus...." Jay whispered, his breathing staggered. His chest 
rose and fell spasmodically, no rhythm to it at all. 

Bob held still, letting Jay adjust, keeping his hands firmly planted 
on his hips, while Jay held onto Bob's shoulders, his head tilted 
towards the ceiling, exposing his long neck. And Bob noticed the 
crimson stain creeping onto his chest, and the beads of sweat running 
down the center. The muscles in his arms twitched occasionally, his 
entire body trembling. Constantly moving. And he was so beautiful.

And suddenly, Jay's breathing slowed down, had a beat to it, and it 
wasn't as desperate anymore. Bob took that as his cue. He moved his 
hips in little circles, earning surprised and throaty gasps from Jay. 


"C'mon.... C'mon Lunchbox.... give it to me...." Jay murmured, just 
loud enough so he could hear and obey. Keeping his hands firmly on 
Jay's hips, he pulled out slightly by lifting the blond upwards, and 
then pushed back in, hitting that ever-elusive pleasure point inside 
the younger man's body. Jay let out a yelp, grinding his hips 
downward, needing more contact. Bob set a rhythm for them both, and 
soon Jay caught on, almost mindless with need, upping their pace to 
frantic.

"Oh, God, Bob.... I'm gonna, I need to.... I'm gonna come...." He 
moaned; sounding disappointed in himself for not lasting longer. 

Bob reached up with one hand and pulled his head down towards him. "I 
love you...." 

And Jay lost control, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast. The look 
of the excruciating pleasure on Jay's face, the feeling of a warmth on 
his chest and that intense heat suddenly clenching down all around him 
was Bob's undoing, and he followed Jay over the edge, crying out his 
name. 

The breath escaped Jay's body and he pitched forward into Bob's arms; 
the aftermath of their intense activity still running it's course. 
His muscles twitched, his breathing staggered a bit, his chest 
expanded and contracted with each shaky breath, and his mouth formed 
words that he couldn't put sound behind. 

It took a while for them to catch their breath. Jay was the first to 
break the silence, as if Bob would have it any other way. 

"Fuck heroin, and fuck your dream to, Lunchbox. It'll take more than 
that to get rid of me."

Bob motioned Jay up until they could lie face to face, and placed a 
kiss on his temple. Grabbing at the sheets they had put off to the 
side for later, he covered them both and pulled Jay into the 
protective circle of his arms.

And he was happy.


THE END