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There was no way Glenn wanted James to know what he had almost done, what thoughts had crossed his mind. Glenn sealed his lips tighter, pressed his palm against James’

balls, and sucked the man’s cock like his life depended on it. In a way, he supposed it did, at least the quality of his life. He wanted James, not just tonight, but for as many nights as he could get. That meant never letting James think Glenn thought he was weak—he didn’t—or damaged—never—or anything less than the wonder he was.

So Glenn sucked and licked, traced the thick vein on James cock with his tongue pressing here and there, lipped his frenulum, and did everything he could think of with his limited knowledge to drive James over the edge.

And it worked. James bellowed, gripping Glenn’s face almost too hard, holding him still as James poured spurt after spurt of cum into his mouth. Glenn swallowed quickly, but not quickly enough. Spunk bubbled from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin—

and Glenn had never felt more like a lover than when James shattered into a thousand blissful fragments.

Afterwards, he suckled James until he whimpered and pulled back. Glenn noted every detail in his mind so he’d know when to quit next time. James stumbled back, reaching for Glenn, and this time Glenn didn’t care so much when his knees popped, not when James had such a sated look on his face. James tumbled them onto the bed, pulling Glenn onto his side.

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could wait a while to come. He was still riding the high of James’ taste, the sweet, sweet sounds he made.

So the hand on his cock, still hard and wet-tipped, startled him somewhat. James scooted close behind him, his limp cock nestled against Glenn’s ass. The heat from the younger man’s body, the soft, pale skin pressed against Glenn’s back, felt like something from a dream Glenn had never thought to attain. James’ arm around his waist, his hand on Glenn’s cock, felt so much better than Glenn’s hand ever had.

“Take care of you now,” James slurred, dropping a wet, sloppy kiss on the back of Glenn’s neck. “Fuck you later, m’kay?”

Glenn started to answer but James began stroking him, smearing the pre-cum that had slicked the head of Glenn’s cock all down his length, and Glenn’s brain short-circuited, frying the route to his mouth. Instead, Glenn gasped, making a garbled noise as he tried to say something, anything, but James tightened his grip and nudged his ass, wedging his cock, now firmer, between Glenn’s ass cheeks.

“Mmm,” James mumbled, a sleepy, happy sound that Glenn took to mean the man was only semi-aware of what he was doing. Glenn was wrong, but then he didn’t have any experience at this, did he? “Want in here soon,” James added, prodding Glenn’s ass, dragging the head of his dick over Glenn’s hole. Glenn reached down, pulled his top leg up.

James grumbled, and Glenn put it back down.

“Yeah, just like that,” James said, and Glenn squeezed his ass, his thighs, his stomach, since James twisted his hand over the tip of Glenn’s cock. James’ was hard now, slick, and rutting furiously against Glenn’s ass. The tip nudged the back of Glenn’s balls, sparking a bite of pain as James pumped his hand faster, tighter, harder. The pain burst into sparks of white and grey and orange behind Glenn’s closed lids, electricity tingled and spread up his spine. James grunted and thrust and pumped—and bit, hard and wonderfully perfect where neck and shoulder join, and Glenn’s brain blared static, loud, buzzing and white and black and grey as his balls tightened, sent cum racing up his cock.

“James,” he gasped, hissing at the end, grabbing covers, pillows, arms—whatever he could reach, Glenn couldn’t even tell what it was. Yet he knew without fail when James came, spunk splattering Glenn’s ass and thighs and balls. Glenn matched him spurt for spurt, shuddering so hard with each burst he thought his bones would rattle right out of his body.

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It was ecstasy so brilliant and encompassing that Glenn wasn’t sure he’d survive it, until he did, coming back down to earth after having become a part of the heavens. Being in James’ arms was even better than that, though, but as his breathing returned to normal, worries and doubts began to sink in and eat away at his contentment. Had James got all he wanted from Glenn, release, or proof that he was still able to give lease to his sexuality? He didn’t think James had used him, but he didn’t know what James needed, if it had just been this, or if it was more. Glenn hoped it was more, a lot more. He reminded himself he’d come here for answers—not that he regretted anything that had happened so far, not even blurting out that he’d come in his pants, because that had lit James up like a fireworks stand, set to flame.

But, if he wanted to know, he was apparently going to have to ask—and maybe, if he could figure out how to do it, he could ask James how
soon
it was he wanted to make—to fuck Glenn.

Determined to get the matter resolved, or at least to bring it up and make it clear he was very interested in more than just this one night between them, Glenn started to roll to his back, only to freeze when James inhaled noisily then exhaled with a soft snore.

Glenn considered his position, in bed with James, naked, covered in cum—and James with one arm around him and the other pillowing Glenn’s head. James, sleeping, relaxed except for the way he held Glenn, as if he was something, someone, important. It wasn’t the answers Glenn wanted, maybe even needed, but for this moment, he decided it was enough.

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Waking up with cum plastering your cock to your thigh was not fun at all. James woke on his back, a furnace blanketing his side, and pinching pain spreading from his thigh and groin. He blinked into the brightness of the room, momentarily disoriented by the sated feeling and the heat beside him. Why was the light on? Then he remembered and it all hit him like a bucket of ice water—with icebergs in it. He sucked in a shaky breath, chills skittering over his skin despite the warmth of Glenn’s body. James wasn’t scared exactly, but he was surprised, and trying to decide if it was a pleasant or shocked surprise.

He ran over every detail, from the moment he’d realised who was outside until he’d fallen asleep after coming so hard he’d thought his balls turned inside out. Which would explain the sticky discomfort in his lower region, James thought, rolling his eyes. And if he was this uncomfortable… James eased onto his side, facing Glenn’s broad back—the man really had a sexy back, with shoulders so wide and muscled just right. The long planes of his back framed the indent of his spine, and his waist was narrow compared to his shoulders.

And his butt, Jesus, James wanted to lick every bit of the dark fuzz on Glenn’s cheeks.

He’d start at the deep dimples above his ass, then work his way down and cover every bit of Glenn’s butt with his mouth, nip and lick his way to the dark furrow between his cheeks and find the tight, hot hole nestled there.

James groaned softly, partly in arousal and partially because his dick had hardened and damn near paid for it with skin removal. He glanced up towards Glenn’s head, but no, the man hadn’t turned it, didn’t seem to be breathing any differently as James examined him.

James scooted down the bed, his heart beating faster as an idea occurred to him. He’d promised to fuck Glenn, hadn’t he? What better time than now? James had always loved messy, sweaty sex, and this was guaranteed to be just that. Except there was no ‘just’ to it, but he couldn’t think about that right now. Instead he slid down and held the phone close to Glenn’s ass so the light from the screen was cast over Glenn’s butt. He could see shiny patches of cum dried in the soft fuzz. It was the most erotic thing he thought he’d ever seen, www.total-e-bound.com

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at least it was when Glenn wasn’t sucking James’ dick or staring at him with that hungry look in his eyes.

Lower still, as Glenn had one leg bent, partially spreading his ass and exposing the back of his balls, James could easily see the mess he’d left there. Surely Glenn had to be uncomfortable? If not, he would be when he tried to roll over—if he could roll over. The poor guy was probably stuck to the sheets in front. Glenn had come hard, and all that spunk he’d shot out had to have gone somewhere. James was afraid Glenn would try to roll and end up losing some of that sexy pelt on his chest, or the soft dark trail peppered with flecks of grey that lead down to his thick cock.

James couldn’t let that happen. He might be fucked up, but he’d always been a considerate lover. And if Glenn happened to wake up while James was cleaning him, well then, they’d just see what came
up
. And that had to be the lamest pun ever, James decided as he eased off the bed. Apparently, sex, or at least really, really great sex, made him a goofy dork.

He padded to the bathroom and flicked the light switch before walking over and turning on the sink. If he were a totally selfish prick, he’d use cold water on the cloth to ensure Glenn’s awakening. Lucky for Glenn, he wasn’t that big of an asshole.

Once he got the water temp right, James wet the washcloth then he turned the water off and rung the cloth out. He walked back into the bedroom then stopped, a chill sweeping over him as he clenched the cloth in his hand. Warm water dripped down and splattered on the top of his foot. Something was wrong here.

Glenn was still sleeping, the soft puffs of his breath loud in the quiet room. The clock on the nightstand read 4:31 a.m. James tried to gather himself against the unreasonable fear creeping over him. Then he remembered, something that had niggled at his brain earlier but now slammed into him.

He hadn’t locked the front door, had been too enthralled by Glenn’s need, and his own, to even give it a thought.
What am I afraid of? Jesus, Rollins is dead, the sick fuck who—hurt
me is dead. No one is trying to get me!

Still, his heart raced and his breathing shortened, the lack of oxygen numbing the tips of his fingers and toes. The washcloth fell to the floor as James shook where he stood.

Something felt off, but was it his imagination or not?

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It’s all in my head! No one else is here besides me and Glenn! Snap the fuck out of it!
James repeated the silent mantra to himself numerous times and had almost managed to calm himself when a soft sound from the living room sent him teetering on the brink of panic.

What was that? What—
it happened again, the sound of a footstep, light, almost silent, but in the quiet apartment the sound seemed eerily loud. James went rigid then began trembling so hard his teeth chattered, but his fear wasn’t for himself, not this time. His eyes sought out the sleeping form on the bed. The image was enough to help James keep it together, at least for a few more minutes. Glenn’s lips were parted slightly, the lower one puffy and slick, like it’d just been licked. Glenn had one hand under his head and the other curled up against his chest, as if holding himself or keeping his heart in check.

James would have laughed at his fanciful thoughts if he weren’t so scared. Instead he took a deep breath, refusing to let the panic have its way. He’d be no use if he had an attack now, and keeping Glenn safe was his priority, which meant staying alert and clear-headed.

I can do this.
James took one step, then another, careful not to make a sound. The chirping of his cell phone alerting him to the fact that he had a new text message nearly made him piss himself. James was too startled even to make a sound, but he moved towards the phone, his common sense returning in a heartbeat. He could call Chase, or Xavier, or the police. Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner?

Because he’d been terrified and because his head was still a mess, but he’d deal with that later. Keeping his ears primed for any other sounds, James picked up the phone, ready to call for help when the first few words of the text—all he could see of it without tapping his screen—stopped him.
“Came up to check on you,”
the message from Chase began. James felt his skin heat up and was sure he was blushing from toes to brow.
“Saw Glenn’s car and wanted
to make sure all was well. Door wasn’t locked. Was a little worried. Came inside, looks like someone
had fun. Clothes scattered, lights on, and I want details ASAP! Locked up for you. Call if you need
me.”

James heard the locks being set—Chase and Xavier had a key. It was only Chase.

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friend not doing his best to ensure those clothes belonged to the same person who had parked outside. Chase was nothing if not thorough.

Still, James thumbed a reply off, asking if Chase was locking the door. Better safe than sorry. His phone dinged instantly with an affirmation from Chase, as well as an apology for disturbing James and promise to talk to him—in other words, grill him, no doubt—after they’d had some sleep. James started to reply when a groan from Glenn distracted him. He looked at the man and set the phone down on the nightstand absent-mindedly. Glenn twisted on to his back, bringing the top sheet with him as it was plastered to his lower body.

His eyes darted rapidly behind his lids before they fluttered then opened as Glenn cursed and reached for the sheet.

“Not so fast,” James growled, though not intentionally. His voice was rough from sleep and residual fear, but the way Glenn’s eyes widened then settled on him as a hesitant smile tipped Glenn’s lips accounted for the roughness the next time James spoke. “Might want to let me help you. Normally I’m more considerate of my lover and make sure he doesn’t wind up glued to the sheets.”