Will's eyes lit up like he'd just been handed the keys to paradise, the haze of alcohol fully burned away by the fire in his gaze. He scrambled off his bed with surprising speed, knees hitting the carpeted floor between James's thick, spread thighs. There he was, positioned like a supplicant at an altar, head tilted up, staring back and forth between James's face-those piercing blue eyes now hooded with uncertainty-and the throbbing cock bobbing inches from his lips. Lust twisted his features, raw and unfiltered, mixed with wide-eyed excitement and a flicker of terror, like he couldn't believe this was happening but feared one wrong move might shatter it.
James felt a surge of lust himself, hot and insistent, coiling low in his gut as he looked down at his roommate. But guilt gnawed at the edges-sharp, unexpected. This was Will, his buddy through the mud and the jumps, the one who'd had his back when the training nearly broke him. Calling him a fag felt wrong now, like kicking a loyal dog. James reached out, his big hand-callused from ropes and rifles-gently stroking the side of Will's face, thumb brushing over the smooth cheek.
"I don’t mind you're gay, Will," James murmured, voice softer than he'd intended, that rough Manc accent turning it gruff but sincere. "Just so you know. You’re still my buddy, okay? I’m sorry for calling you a fag."
Will smiled weakly, a tentative curve of his lips, relief flooding his green eyes (though they looked almost blown wide, dark with need). He leaned in, pressing his face against James's cock, nuzzling into the warm, musky length like it was the most precious thing he'd ever touched. His nose buried in the coarse dark bush at the base, inhaling deep, before his tongue darted out-slow, deliberate-for a long, savoring lick from the heavy balls up the underside of the shaft.
James groaned low in his throat as his cock finally reached its full, monstrous size: a solid ten inches of veined girth, the thick purple head flaring wide and slick with pre-cum, the heavy foreskin peeled back to expose the sensitive ridge. A prominent vein snaked down the length, widening at the base where it met those huge, low-hanging balls, full and churning. It was any fag's dream-hell, any hole's dream-pulsing with raw power, demanding attention.
Will pulled back just enough to look up, locking eyes with James. "I want to be your fag, James," he whispered, voice trembling but fierce. "More than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want you to own me."
James's hands moved up, fingers threading into Will's hair-soft, curly strands that he suddenly found kind of cute, framing that earnest face. He stared down at the smaller guy, his green eyes blown wide, pleading for reassurance, for permission. James nodded, a slow dip of his chin, his own cock twitching at the submission.
"You want to worship my cock then, fag?" he asked, the word slipping out again, but this time laced with heat instead of venom.
Will nodded eagerly, a whimper escaping him.
"Get to it then," James growled, guiding Will's head closer with a firm grip.
James didn't know what he'd been expecting. A moment of weakness, yeah-his best mate literally begging for his cock, him horny as fuck from the club tease, figuring he'd just dump a quick load down a warm throat and call it a night. Roll over, pretend it never happened in the morning. But this... this wasn't that. Not even close.
Will dove in like a man possessed, unleashed after months of pent-up fantasy. His mouth was everywhere-soft lips pressing reverent kisses along the shaft, tongue swirling around the head to lap up the salty pre-cum beading there. He sucked gently on the foreskin, tugging it with his teeth just enough to make James hiss, then moved lower, burying his face in those massive balls, inhaling the masculine scent as he licked and suckled each one, rolling them on his tongue like delicacies.
"Fuck, James," Will murmured between licks, his voice muffled against the hot skin. "You're so fucking sexy. That chest-God, it's like carved from stone, all that hair I want to run my fingers through." His hands joined the worship, sliding up James's thighs to knead the bulky muscles, then higher, tracing the ridges of his abs, thumbs circling the hard nipples on that broad pecs. "These arms... I’ve jerked off thinking about them wrapping around me, holding me down while you fuck me senseless. And your cock-Christ, it's perfect. So thick, so long. I love how it throbs when I touch it, like it's alive just for me."
James arched into it, head falling back against the headboard with a thud, his breaths coming in ragged pants. No bird had ever done him like this-methodical, adoring, talking him up the whole time. Will's tongue worked miracles, flat and broad as it dragged up the vein, then pointed to flick the slit, teasing out more pre. He peppered kisses over James's inner thighs, nipping the sensitive skin, then back to the cock, taking the head into his mouth with a wet suck, hollowing his cheeks.
"Shit, Willy... yeah, just like that," James grunted, his hips bucking involuntarily. Will's words washed over him, stoking the fire-how his confidence made Will hard every time he barked an order in training, how his rough laugh sent shivers down his spine, how he'd fantasized about James's sweat-slicked body pinning him after a jump, claiming him in the mud.
Will pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. "Your muscles drive me crazy, James. The way your quads flex when you walk... I want to lick every inch of you." And he did-tongue tracing the V of James's hips, dipping into the navel, then back down, worshipping the whole package. "I've dreamed of this body owning mine. Using me. Breaking me."
James's hand tightened in Will's hair, guiding him deeper, the guilt from earlier dissolving into pure, animal need. This wasn't just a blowjob. This was devotion. And fuck if it didn't feel like the best thing he'd ever had.
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