4.

‘So is that what this was?’ Darren asked, his breathing becoming to come in short, fast breaths.

‘It wasn’t.’ Fred admitted truthfully, ‘It was just an honest invitation to hang out.’

‘And now?’ Darren slid off of his chair and knelt so that he was between the other man’s parted legs.

‘Now…’ Fred pulled Darren up to sit astride his lap, ‘well let’s just say I’m interested to see how wide a vocabulary you have.’

‘Oh I’m sure my vocabulary will more than measure up to Wes’.’

‘I wouldn’t be so sure,’ Fred placed his hands on Darren’s hips and pulled him flush against him, ‘Wes can be very articulate when he wants to.’

Any response Darren may have been planning to give was abruptly cut off by the pressure of Fred’s lips on his own, not asking, not waiting to be asked but rough, brutal and demanding. Fred pushing his tongue forcibly past Darren’s teeth and deep into his mouth.

Darren gasped and then began an assault of his own, grabbing the back of Fred’s neck and holding him firm in the kiss whilst their tongues battled for dominance, grinding himself mercilessly up against his adversary.

Fred drew back, panting hard.

‘Fuck.’

Darren grinned, running his tongue over his battered lips. There was a simple reply to that statement somewhere but instead he ran his fingertips over Fred’s forearms, tracing the intricate patterns of his tattoos.

‘So do these go all the way up?’ he enquired, already knowing the answer.

When Fred didn’t reply Darren curled his fingers around the hem of his t-shirt. ‘Guess I’m just going to have to find out for myself.’

‘Guess you are.’

With one swift movement Darren had the t-shirt off and deposited on the floor, knocking away Fred’s trademark red cap in the process.

Shirt done away with the two men just looked at each other for a long second.

‘Yes?’ asked Fred, his eyes burning.

‘Yes.’ Darren replied simply.

The course of the rest of the night had just been decided.

‘You feel so tight.’ Darren exclaimed.

Fred groaned and grimaced.

‘Sorry.’ Darren apologised and smiled. Ok maybe it was a bit cliched. ‘It feels so good to have be inside you, to feel you tight around me.’

Fred let out a sigh and grabbed Darren’s arse, encouraging him to go deeper. ‘Now fuck me and fuck me hard.’ He commanded.

Never one to wish to disappoint, Darren withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained in Fred then he thrust forward with everything he had.

Fred arched his back off of the bed.

‘Yesssss.’ He screamed through gritted teeth.

Darren drew back and repeated the process.

Another thrust, this one even harder still and deliberately angled to strike against Fred’s pleasure spot.

Darren had to forcibly grab Fred’s hips to stop him lifting off of the bed as Fred’s hands clawed at his already bruised back.

‘So you like it hard eh? You want me to fuck you so fucking hard that your eyeballs explode?’

Fred was unable to answer, what was after all a rhetorical question. His moans and groans were getting louder, his power of speech momentarily ripped from him by Darren’s actions and own words.

Locking eyes with Fred, Darren continued. His hands finding Fred’s own cock and jerking him off in short, fast movements, squeezing hard.

‘ARGHHHH!!!’

It was obviously just the way Fred liked it.

Darren picked up his commentary again.

‘Your cock is so huge, so fucking big and hard. I can feel the blood pumping through it, it turns me on so much.’

‘Fuck, you’re good.’ Fred managed to growl, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Darren leant forward and licked them off, running his tongue over Fred’s face.

‘You taste amazing.’ He whispered in his ear and being rewarded with a deep moan and a shiver that coursed through Fred’s whole body.

‘I want to hear you scream my name when you come Durst, I want the entire state to know who is doing this to you you motherfucker.’

Darren was beginning to surprise himself with how foul mouthed he could really be when allowed to. He poured forth the dirtiest words he could think of. Words that he blanched from even thinking sometimes, let alone giving voice to.

‘Scream, damn you scream.’

Fred’s head tossed from side-to-side, his eyes closed, his mouth open but no words coming forth, only a series of cries that grew in intensity as sweat poured down both men, and the pain caused by Darren’s hand was matched only by the pain that Fred already felt from his desperate arousal.

Darren knew that they were both close and decided to change tack.

‘You look so beautiful right now, so incredibly beautiful and you are making me feel so good, the sight of your body.’

He was working Fred so hard that his whole arm ached.

‘I’m going to come.’ He said raggedly as his vision began to dissolve. ‘I’m going to come harder then I have ever come in my whole fucking life and it’s all because of you and your amazing body. It’s you that is doing this to me.’

This time Fred did scream. ‘Do it, do it, come.’ He demanded, drawing noisy breaths into his lungs.

‘No, you first.’ Darren added his fingernails to the equation and moments later Fred came. Wave after wave of hot cum coating Darren’s hands and their chests.

Fred not forgetting Darren’s instruction to scream his name.

Even Daniel had never screamed it quite so loud and true to his words Darren came hard, grunting and then crying out loud. ‘Yes, Yes, ooooohh ARGHHHH! SHIT, SHIT ARGHHHHHHH!’

Exhausted he let his body collapse onto of Fred. The addition of his weight producing a slight ‘omphh’ from an equally spent Fred.

Still enjoined they both lay there, the room spinning, their breathing shallow.

Eventually Fred pushed Darren off, his actions prompting Darren to slip easily out and attend to practical matters.

‘You weren’t kidding.’

‘Uh?’ Fred’s brain was obviously still trying to connect with the real world again.

‘About the power of words. I’ve never done that before. Sure the old ‘you feel good’ but never anything quite like that.’

‘Felt good?’ Fred levered himself up onto one elbow.

‘Shit yeah.’

They both looked at each other and started laughing.

‘If your fans could have heard you.’ Fred grinned.

‘They would have never believed it.’

Darren reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand and began wiping at his chest. ‘Mind if I grab the first shower?’

‘Go ahead.’ Fred said easily, ‘and Darren, thank you, I think Wes might have competition after all.’

Darren grinned. ‘and I think I might just have to suggest that little trick to Danny next time he comes to visit.’

‘You do,’ Fred said as Darren dropped the tissues into the waste bin and headed for the bathroom, ‘I guarantee he won’t be disappointed.’