Sweet little lies

🎧 Music vibe: Little Lies (Fleetwood Mac)

Themes → intense making out, shirt unbuttoning, emotional angst - no explicit penetrative sex.

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All characters are 18+ consenting adults.

Julian swung his legs off the bed and slid a Fleetwood Mac cassette into the stereo.

He loved lazy Sunday mornings with Corey. Corey sat on the bed, relaxed, a leg stretched out, an arm thrown over his head, still glowing from the intimacy they had enjoyed all morning.

Julian crawled back up the mattress, grabbed Corey by the ankles and dragged him across the sheets until he was under him. Again.

“We’re supposed to get dressed.” Corey laughed, writhing beneath Julian’s weight.

“This all you got, huh?” Julian smiled, tickling him and playfully pinning Corey’s wrists to the bedding. He teased his mouth, looking deep into his eyes. He put his palm on Corey’s soft, warm stomach caressing his waist with his thumb.

Corey rolled his hips up, instantly responding to Julian’ palm pulling him closer.

“We are late.”

“Very late.” Julian kissed him.

They made out. Again. It was soft and tender, whispering I love you’s, like it allways had been. Safe. Familiar. They were together. Again.

Brett tossed his leather jacket onto the chair. Corey stood in the middle of the room. Overhead an old ceiling fan spun lazily, grinding and wobbling with each turn.

They’d agreed to keep their distance after ending things last week. Just talk.

Brett stepped forward, hooking his finger in a belt loop of Corey’s denim and gave it little tugs, pulling Corey forward.

“Julian and I are back together.”

“Why are you here then?” Brett’s grin was sharp and confident.

Corey put a hand on Brett’s chest to keep him at a distance. “You agreed: just talk.”

“We are talking.” Brett raised his eyebrows defiantly.

He took two steps back toward the bed, one hand on Corey’s arm, the other clutching Corey’s dick through the denim, dragging him along.

“Push me away then, if this isn’t what you want.”

Corey felt his knees cave. Betrayal churned in his stomach. He had already given in the moment he agreed to meet here. His defences were weak, non-existent, pathetic.

Brett pushed Corey onto his back, lying on top of him, his thigh rubbing Corey’s dick.

Corey closed his eyes, his entire body yearning for Brett’s hands. How could the worst feel like the best at the same time?

“We lie to ourselves a lot, don’t we?” Brett whispered, one hand stroking Corey’s forehead while the other unbuttoned his shirt. He took his time, undoing every button, blowing gently over Corey’s smooth skin that got exposed …excruciatingly … slowly … untill the light fabric fell open over his chest, hardening his stiff nipples even more.

“Damn baby”. Brett kissed Corey’s stomach, then his left hipbone, then his right. “You’re so beautiful.” He slowly slid down Corey’s jeans.

Corey’s hips tilted, arching up toward Brett’s touch, shamelessly confirming every sweet little lie.

Brett’s finger picked up a bead at the tip of Corey’s dick and brought it to Corey’s lips. “You can tell Julian lies, sweet little lies, but your body doesn’t lie, baby.”