Two days later, sprawled on Leo’s rug, controllers in hand, Ben and Leo wore just shorts and socks. Sunlight slanted through the window, warming their bare chests and shoulders as their characters raced on the screen. Leo shifted, his lean body rolling onto his side towards Ben. A distinct tenting strained the thin fabric of his shorts. "Fuck," Leo muttered, tossing his controller aside. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, blue eyes fixed on Ben’s powerful frame beside him. "Haven’t gotten off since that night with Daniel. Seriously dying here." He paused, letting the heavy silence hang. "Maybe... we should just make this a thing? Friends who help each other out?" His gaze was direct, challenging, but held a flicker of uncertainty beneath the usual confidence.
Ben’s throat went dry. He stared at the tent in Leo’s shorts, the fabric stretched taut over the thick outline. The memory of Leo’s cock in his mouth, the taste, the weight, flooded back. His own sweatpants tightened instantly. "Just... help each other out?" he echoed, voice rough. He met Leo’s piercing blue stare. "Yeah. Okay. Friends." The word felt charged, dangerous. He leaned closer, the scent of Leo’s skin – clean sweat and faint detergent – filling his senses. His hand hovered, then slowly settled on Leo’s hipbone, fingers brushing the warm skin just above the waistband of his shorts. Leo’s breath hitched, a sharp intake through parted lips.
Sunlight streamed through Leo’s window, painting their bare chests and torsos in stark relief. Ben’s powerful build was a landscape of defined muscle – thick pecs, deep abdominal grooves, sweat tracing the valleys. Beside him, Leo’s lean runner’s physique was all sharp angles and taut lines: sharp collarbones, pronounced hip bones framing a flat stomach, the subtle ridges of his abs flexing as he shifted. White crew socks were the only other covering besides their shorts. Ben’s gaze locked onto Leo’s tented shorts. He hooked a finger into Leo’s waistband, the elastic snapping softly against Leo’s hip. Slowly, deliberately, Ben pulled the fabric down.
Leo’s cock sprang free, thick and cut, slapping upward with a heavy thud against the sweat-slicked plane of his lower abs. It stood rigid, flushed and glistening at the tip, the shaft pulsing visibly. He was freeballing. Leo sucked in a sharp breath, his piercing blue eyes wide, fixed on Ben’s face. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice thick. His lean body tensed, hips lifting slightly off the rug in an instinctive arch, presenting himself. Sunlight caught the bead of pre-cum welling at the slit.
Ben’s gaze raked over the sight: the defined ridges of Leo’s abs flexing beneath the weight of his cock, the sharp jut of his hip bones framing the base, the taut skin stretched over his pelvis. He leaned in closer, the warmth radiating off Leo’s bare chest mingling with his own. His thick fingers, still hooked in Leo’s waistband, slid lower, pushing the shorts further down Leo’s thighs, exposing the full, heavy length. The scent of Leo’s arousal – musky, clean sweat, and something uniquely male – filled the air between them.
Leo’s breath hitched again, sharp and ragged. His blue eyes, dark with hunger, flicked down to the unmistakable bulge tenting the front of Ben’s own shorts. "Turnabout’s fair play, Wright," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. Before Ben could react, Leo’s lean fingers were at his waistband, tugging the soft fabric down in one swift motion. The shorts pooled around Ben’s thick thighs, revealing snug, dark blue briefs beneath. The cotton strained against the thick, heavy outline of Ben’s cock, the head clearly outlined and dampening the fabric at the tip. Both men gasped audibly as Leo’s knuckles brushed the hot, hard length trapped beneath the briefs, the touch electric through the thin layer.
Ben’s powerful thighs flexed instinctively, the thick muscles bunching and corded beneath his sweat-slicked skin as Leo’s fingers hooked into his briefs, he slid his hand inside the fly, his knuckles grazing the hot, heavy shaft. He fumbled for a second, then gripped the thick base firmly through the fabric. With a deliberate tug, Leo pulled Ben’s cock free through the open fly. It sprang out, thick and uncut, the foreskin pulled taut over the flushed, leaking head, the heavy shaft curving slightly upward against Ben’s lower abs. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit, catching the sunlight.
Leo didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, his lean torso twisting, and swallowed Ben down in one smooth, deep glide. Ben gasped, a strangled sound ripped from his throat as the wet, searing heat engulfed him completely. Leo’s lips stretched wide around the thick girth, his nose buried in the coarse dark curls at Ben’s groin. His throat worked visibly, muscles fluttering and contracting around the entire length, pulling Ben impossibly deeper. Ben’s hands flew to Leo’s tousled blonde hair, fingers tangling tight, his powerful thighs trembling against the rug as the intense suction dragged a low, guttural moan from his chest.
The sensation was overwhelming – the slick friction, the rhythmic pressure, the sheer surrender in Leo’s blue eyes looking up at him. Ben’s head fell back, thudding against the floor, his abs clenching hard as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. He felt Leo’s free hand slide up his sweat-slicked thigh, fingers digging possessively into the thick muscle. Leo hollowed his cheeks, sucking with relentless, practiced intensity, his tongue swirling firmly under the sensitive ridge of Ben’s cockhead. Every pull sent jolts of white-hot electricity straight to Ben’s core, his hips lifting off the rug in helpless, shallow thrusts.
Leo pulled off, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Ben’s glistening tip. His chest heaved, sweat beading on his sharp collarbones. "My turn," he rasped, his voice wrecked, eyes blazing with need. He didn’t wait for permission. With surprising strength for his lean frame, Leo pushed Ben firmly onto his back. Before Ben could process the shift, Leo was straddling his head, facing his feet, his thick, flushed cock bobbing inches from Ben’s mouth. "Suck me, Wright," Leo demanded, his tone rough but laced with an edge of desperate pleading. He lowered his hips, presenting himself.
Ben didn’t hesitate. He tilted his head up, opening his mouth wide, and took Leo in, swallowing him down to the root in one deep, hungry motion. The thick shaft filled his throat, the taste of clean skin and salt flooding his senses. At the same time, Leo bent forward, his lean torso folding over Ben’s powerful abdomen, and took Ben’s heavy cock back into his mouth with equal fervor. They settled into the rhythm on the sun-warmed rug, bodies forming a taut, reciprocal arch – Leo’s ass hovering over Ben’s face, Ben’s thick thighs framing Leo’s shoulders.
The room filled with wet, urgent sounds: the slick slide of skin, the muffled groans vibrating through chests pressed flush, the ragged breaths escaping between sucks. Leo’s hips pistoned slowly, fucking Ben’s mouth with deep, controlled thrusts, his balls brushing Ben’s chin with each descent. Ben matched him, sucking hard, his tongue working the thick vein running along Leo’s underside, fingers digging into the hard curves of Leo’s ass. Beneath him, Leo hollowed his cheeks around Ben’s cock, bobbing his head with desperate intensity, saliva dripping onto Ben’s sweat-slicked abs.
Breaking rhythm, Ben slid one hand lower, his thick fingers tracing the sweat-damp cleft between Leo’s cheeks. He found the tight, furled ring of muscle, hot and clenching. Spit slicked his middle finger, warm and messy, before he pressed it firmly against Leo’s entrance. Leo gasped around Ben’s cock, his body tensing, hips stuttering. Ben rubbed slow, insistent circles, the pressure steady, feeling the resistance yield fractionally under his touch. Leo moaned, the vibration traveling straight down Ben’s shaft, his own sucking growing sloppier, more frantic.
With a low growl, Ben pushed the tip of his finger past the tight ring. Leo arched sharply, crying out around Ben’s cock, his body trembling where it straddled Ben’s head. Ben worked the finger deeper, feeling the incredible heat and clenching pressure, his own hips lifting off the rug involuntarily. He withdrew the finger slowly, leaving Leo panting and open.
Ben gripped Leo’s hips firmly, pulling him down until his ass settled heavily against Ben’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue, broad and wet, paved a long, deliberate stripe from Leo’s balls straight up over his exposed hole. Leo shuddered violently, a choked whine escaping him as his rhythm on Ben’s cock faltered. Ben pressed his face in, tongue circling the fluttering rim with relentless pressure before spearing inside, tasting salt and musk.
Leo gasped, his body trembling above Ben. "Fuck, Ben—" he managed, his voice ragged. Ben’s tongue worked deeper, probing and licking, while his free hand slid back, two spit-slicked fingers finding Leo’s entrance again. He pushed them in slowly alongside his tongue, the dual invasion stretching Leo open. Leo cried out, his hips jerking, his own mouth abandoning Ben’s cock to gasp for air. He braced his hands on Ben’s thick thighs, head hanging low, blonde hair plastered to his sweaty temples.
Ben withdrew his fingers and tongue, leaving Leo panting and exposed. He gripped Leo’s hips hard, the muscles in his powerful arms flexing as he hauled Leo backward, sliding him down his own sweat-slicked torso. Leo landed with a grunt, his back pressed flush against Ben’s broad chest, his lean frame bracketed by Ben’s thick thighs. Ben’s cock, thick and heavy, standing at its proud five and a half inches, nestled hotly against the cleft of Leo’s ass. One hand snaked around Leo’s waist, fingers splaying possessively over his flat, trembling abs. The other hand, still wet, reached down between Leo’s legs and guided his thick cock to Leo’s hole.
Leo gasped, his head lolling back against Ben’s shoulder. "Do it," he rasped, his voice raw. "Fucking do it, Ben." Ben pressed forward slowly, the broad, uncut head of his cock stretching Leo’s entrance with deliberate, burning pressure. Leo’s breath hitched, his lean body tensing, fingers digging into Ben’s powerful thighs. Ben held still for a heartbeat, letting Leo adjust, feeling the tight, fluttering resistance. Then, with a low groan, he pushed deeper, sinking inch by thick inch into the incredible heat, his own hips rolling in slow, grinding circles. Leo cried out, arching, his cock jerking against Ben’s guiding hand.
Ben buried himself to the hilt, his balls pressed tight against Leo’s ass. He stayed there, buried deep, breathing hard against the damp skin of Leo’s neck. Leo shuddered, his body clenching rhythmically around Ben’s cock. "Move," Leo demanded, his voice strained. "Fucking move, Wright." Ben obeyed. He pulled back almost all the way, then drove forward in one powerful thrust, hitting Leo’s prostate dead-on. Leo shouted, his back bowing, his cock pulsing in Ben’s grip. Ben set a relentless, deep rhythm, each thrust a controlled slam, his hips pistoning, thick thighs driving him forward, the slap of skin echoing in the sunlit room. His hand tightened on Leo’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, feeling it swell impossibly hard.
Leo gasped, "Switch—switch positions. Now." He pushed back against Ben’s chest, urgency in his movements. Ben pulled out with a wet sound, his cock glistening. Leo scrambled onto his hands and knees, presenting himself, his lean back arched, sharp hip bones jutting, ass high. "Fuck me properly," he panted, glancing over his shoulder, blue eyes blazing. Ben didn’t hesitate. He knelt behind Leo, gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, and slammed back in with one brutal stroke. Leo cried out, forehead pressed to the rug, fingers clawing at the fabric as Ben took him hard and fast, each thrust jolting him forward.
Ben leaned down, draping his powerful chest over Leo’s back, pinning him. He wrapped one thick arm around Leo’s waist, fingers finding Leo’s cock again, pumping it roughly in sync with his deep, grinding thrusts. "This what you wanted?" Ben growled into Leo’s ear, his voice thick with exertion. Leo could only nod, gasping, his body trembling. "Yeah. Fuck. Harder." Ben obliged, driving into him with punishing force, sweat dripping from his brow onto Leo’s spine. The room filled with the raw sounds of their coupling: skin slapping, ragged breaths, Leo’s choked moans buried in the rug.
Leo’s muscles coiled like springs. "Close," he gasped, voice shredded. "So fucking close, Ben—" His cock pulsed violently in Ben’s grip. But Ben didn’t slow. Instead, he hooked his other arm under Leo’s chest and hauled him upright with a grunt, Leo’s back plastered to Ben’s sweat-slicked torso once more. His cock never slipped from Leo’s hole, still buried deep as Leo gasped in surprise. "Up," Ben commanded, his voice rough against Leo’s neck. He shifted his grip, powerful thighs flexing as he lifted Leo bodily off the rug, Leo’s legs instinctively wrapping around Ben’s thick waist.
Still impaled, Leo was maneuvered until he straddled Ben’s lap, facing him, their chests pressed flush. Ben’s thick cock stretched him wide in this new angle, hitting his prostate with brutal precision. Leo cried out, fingers digging into Ben’s shoulders, his own cock trapped, hot and leaking, between their stomachs. "Cum," Ben ordered, his dark eyes locked on Leo’s. "Right here." He punctuated it with a sharp upward thrust. Leo’s control shattered. His head snapped back, a raw shout tearing from his throat as thick ropes of cum shot hot and messy between them, streaking Ben’s defined chest and abs.
Leo shuddered violently, collapsing forward against Ben, spent and trembling. Ben held him there, his own hips still rocking in shallow, possessive thrusts, prolonging Leo’s aftershocks. He watched the pearly streaks glisten on his skin, Leo’s breath hot and ragged against his collarbone. "Messy," Ben murmured, a low rumble in his chest. His hand slid possessively up Leo’s sweat-slicked spine. Leo lifted his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes hazy but intense. He traced a finger through the mess on Ben’s abs, his voice thick with disbelief. "Fuck, Wright," he breathed, a tremor running through him. "I’ve never… never cum hands-free before." He stared at the sticky streaks, then back up at Ben’s face, a flicker of genuine awe beneath the exhaustion. "Didn’t think… it was actually possible."
Ben’s grip tightened on Leo’s hip, his cock still buried deep inside him, pulsing. A slow, satisfied smirk spread across Ben’s face. "Guess you needed the right motivation," he said, his voice rough. He shifted his hips deliberately, grinding deeper, drawing a sharp gasp from Leo.
Leo’s eyes snapped to Ben’s, wide and unfocused. "Don’t stop," he choked out, his hands sliding up Ben’s sweat-slicked chest. "Fuck, Ben—do it." Ben didn’t need telling twice. He braced his powerful thighs, lifted Leo’s hips slightly, and slammed into him with brutal, focused thrusts. Each drive hit Leo’s prostate like a hammer, wringing choked whimpers from him as Ben chased his own release. The room echoed with wet slaps and ragged breathing.
Ben’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts turning jagged and desperate. He buried his face in Leo’s neck, teeth scraping skin as a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Gonna fill you up," he gritted out, hips pistoning erratically. Leo wrapped his legs tighter around Ben’s waist, urging him on. "Yeah. Do it." Ben’s back arched, muscles locking—then he slammed deep and held, shuddering violently as thick pulses of cum flooded Leo’s heat. A guttural groan tore from Ben’s throat, raw and primal.
They stayed locked together, breathing raggedly, sweat cooling on their skin. Slowly, Ben lowered Leo onto the sun-warmed rug, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. Leo winced, shifting onto his side to keep the mess contained. Without a word, Ben slid down Leo’s body, his dark eyes fixed on Leo’s still-hard cock, glistening with a mix of their release. He leaned in, broad shoulders blocking the light, and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up the shaft, cleaning it with rough, thorough strokes. Leo gasped, fingers tangling in Ben’s messy curls. "Fuck, Wright...," he managed, hips lifting instinctively.
Ben finished, sitting back on his haunches. Leo pushed himself up, wincing as cum threatened to leak from his hole. His gaze darted to Ben’s discarded dark blue briefs nearby. In one fluid motion, Leo snatched them up and yanked them on, the cotton stretching tight over his lean hips and ass. The waistband sat low on his sharp hip bones, the fabric darkening where it pressed against him. "Better," Leo muttered, shifting slightly. "Don't wanna leak on my rug."
Ben just smirked, pulling his shorts back up over his bare skin. He reached for the forgotten controller, the racing game still paused mid-lap on the screen. Leo grabbed his own controller, settling on his stomach beside Ben, the stolen briefs riding up his thighs. Asshole clenched to avoid spilling Ben’s seed. "Prepare to lose, Wright," Leo taunted, fingers already dancing over the buttons. Ben snorted, hitting ‘resume’. The roar of virtual engines filled the room as their cars accelerated side-by-side into the first sharp turn.
Leo nudged Ben’s shoulder with his own, a competitive glint in his blue eyes. "Bet you can’t take the inside line on the next hairpin." Ben’s thumb jammed the trigger, his car swerving dangerously close to the guardrail. "Watch me," he grunted, the tension between them shifting seamlessly back into the familiar rhythm of rivalry and sweat.
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