That One Dreaded Word

"Hey, can we just take our minds off what happened back then?" Kyle asked, clutching onto my hand a bit more, as we walked up the last flight of stairs.

"Of course." I smiled at him.

"Wanna watch a film?" He asked, as his lips returned the smile.

"I think I have a better idea.." I smirked, running my hand down his side, and to below his waist.

"Stan." He whispered my name, and I needed to hear more. I kissed his lips passionately, and he returned it in a sweet manner. It was very affectionate as he practically threw his arms on my shoulders. But affection soon turned into lust and hunger, as our lips clashed more roughly and lustily. I pushed him through the hotel hallways. Too dissolved in his small moans to care if anyone heard us. They were muffled noises, that make me want to hear more loud ones. I pinned him against our room door, sucking on his neck, and nibbling to leave bite marks. His moans grew louder, but still held back, as he didn't want to disturb anyone's night. Then I started growling slightly, as he trailed his nimble fingers down my back, and pulled the key card out of my jean pocket, unlocking the door. It was almost like a held back spring, when I shot forward, and lay him down on the bed, crawling on top of him.

More make out and hickey sessions progressed, until I had had enough when he started to unbutton my shirt painfully slowly.

"Be patient." He whispered, looking in my lust filled eyes. The ache and pulling sensation in my groins was getting way too much, to just 'be patient'. So once he was finished, and had tossed my shirt to the side. I quickly slid his own clothes off of him. Causing him to blush, and start to unbutton my jeans, which weren't doing a good job of hiding my erection. I smirked at him, and trailed my thumb underneath the elastic of his boxers; causing him to inhale sharply, and close his green eyes. I replaced my fingers with my tongue, and ran it over his sensitive skin. Rewarding me with a soft moan from my lover. I pulled them down, and did the same with my own. Reaching for a condom and some lube packets out of my jean pockets, and after preparing myself, I kissed his forehead.

"Are you ready?" I asked, readying myself.

"Y-Yeah." He replied nervously.

Loud moans of pain and slight pleasure echoed the room, and our heavy breaths, were starting to fog up the mirror beside the bed. The bed itself was creaking and groaning, in rhythm with my movements. I grabbed onto the headboard. I was trying to steady my motions, to stop Kyle from banging his head against it, as his body moved with me against the bed, up and down, up and down. His cries were soon turning into ones of pleasure, and I smirked when he screamed my name, as I hit his prostate, over and over again.

He lay his head on my heaving chest, as I planted gentle kisses on his head. Trying to get him down from his high, so we could have some well deserved sleep.