Paul

Scenario 1: Paul

It was just after the game. Nothing was supposed to happen. Hell, he was supposed to be sleeping. And yet Paul found himself sitting by the door eagerly, awaiting someone's arrival. He kept telling himself it was to get his shit. That Dan was just going to come by, and give him a ride back to where he left his car. But if it was just for that he wouldn't be feeling so anxious, would he?

The rumbling of a car came from outside, making Paul's heart race even more. A ping came from the phone in his hand, 'I'm Outside.' Paul stood taking a deep breath and stepping outside. Paul messed with his hair, trying to fix his mess before reaching the driveway. He felt like an idiot. Only when he looked up he realized Dan was already there, watching him with a grin.

Paul stopped and walked up to the man, trying not show the embarrassment of being caught. Not that it mattered anyways, he just wanted to look decent for someone. That wasn't so weird was it? "You got my stuff?" Dan laughed, which served to make Paul's face as red as his hair. "Well?" Dan shook his head as he recovered from his laughter.

"I don't meet many guys who just run out, even less who leave everything at the table." Paul looked to the side fighting away the utter shame of doing that. Dan placed a hand on Paul's shoulder, smiling as Paul tenderly grabbed it. Paul not even realizing he had done it. He looked up nervously. "Of course I have your shit. Besides we have a rescue mission on our hands." Dan turned while twirling his keychain around his finger. "C'mon."

Paul followed the enthusiastic man to the car, stopping in his tracks when he noticed the thing in his driveway. "You own a Mustang?" Dan grinned back at the man, twiddling his thumbs as if he should be nervous. "Wow." Paul laughed to himself walking up to the passenger side. Just before he was about to open it Dan was there, opening it for him. Rolling his eyes Paul spoke without thought, "Such a gentleman." And Dan laughed, a beautiful laugh. It made Paul smile, knowing he caused that.

The two rode in silence as they approached the bar, except it wasn't uncomfortable. Sure it was slightly awkward but it was overall peaceful. Paul laid into the comfy seats, glancing over at Dan occasionally. Each time he did he could feel his chest tighten just the slightest bit. It left a smile on his face.

Far too soon they were at the bar again, scanning the parking spots for his car. Only it wasn't there. "Well shit." Paul let out a groan, realizing it had been towed. "Those assholes probably wont release it till Monday at best." Dan looked over to Paul with a slight smile.

"We could just carpool in the meantime." Paul frowned, not quite following. "Me and you. I could stay at your house in the meantime." Dan nervously looked at Paul with a cheeky smile. Paul stared at him, looking the man up and down. He could remember that muscled body in the shower room, and that small smile Dan was making and all the ways they enticed him.

Paul looked back out the window of the nice ass car. "You sure you want to live with me before this is sorted out? It must be a craphole compared to where you live." Paul looked back to the excited Dan. With a sigh he realized Dan would love to live with him no matter the circumstances. "Lets go home." Dan sped out the parking lot, his excitement clear on his face.

Somewhere in Paul felt guilty, feeling as though he was using the man. If it weren't for the game they would have never crossed paths to begin with. If it weren't for the game they wouldn't have had the shower incident, nor would he have contacted Dan for help. Even now it was because of the game. It felt wrong, to know all of this was - well - staged in a sense. "So where will I be sleeping?"

Paul stiffened in his seat. He hadn't really thought much of it. He had just assumed one place, "In my room?" Paul watched Dan's reaction, grateful the man seemed so expressive most of the time. Dan just drove back to the house, a blush and smile adorning his tanned face. Soon the house was in sight and they were quick to enter.

It was then that Paul remembered the game was still in plain sight. Luckily Dan didn't seem to notice as he followed Paul, that or he didn't comment on the very noticeable unfinished board game. Paul was grateful either way. The less questions the better.

Paul tried to hold the anxiousness of it all down. The second they entered his room though, he couldn't contain his nerves. It was like every flaw in his unkempt room was apparent. The sheets were tussled, a few clothes bunched up next to the hamper but not in, and the dusty surface of one of his shelves. It all made him all the more anxious. "Sorry about the mess."

He gasped when arms wrapped around his torso, Dan's lips finding way to the man's neck. "I don't mind it." Paul leaned back into the man, the feeling giving him a sense of comfort. Dan tightened his hold, closing the small distance between the two of them. Something pressed up on Paul, the mix of lust and shame filled him. "Do you want to?"

Paul bit his lip, realizing he really wanted whatever was happening. Screw if the game set them up! Screw common sense! With a small whimper he got out a measly, "Please." Dan didn't waste a second taking off his clothes and headed for the bed. Paul, though reserved, followed suit. Dan took pleasure watching Paul undress himself.

The freckled skin was adorable on the stern faced man. The muscles, though not adorable, were just as appealing. Dan could never ignore that ass either, Paul was lucky to hold something that appetizing. It was what attracted him to the man to begin with, ignoring the frequent stares Paul gave him. Dan grinned, eating up the view.

Then a glimpse made him pause. A small tight taint that just barely made itself visible when Paul kicked off his lower garments. Dan's cock throbbed as an urge built up within him. He really wanted to be the one to breach that ring. It was just so perfect, as if it was asking to be fucked. "Paul, can I fuck you?"

Paul faced Dan with a bright blush. His face was almost the same shade of red as his hair. He knew he should be saying no to the question, he knew he shouldn't be encouraging this fantasy. Still, he had wanted this to happen. Paul walked up to Dan, his hands already exploring the tanned body. Dan's breathing sped up, his dick leaking some pre. "I haven't been fucked before."

Like fire to his senses Dan moaned. "God, please let me be the one to pop your cherry." Paul climbed up on the bed and over Dan, his own heart pounding in his chest. "Paul, babe, I promise I'll be gentle an-" He was cut short as lips met his own. The kiss quickly heated, Paul ruthlessly taking control. He pulled back just for a few moments, his own dick begging for attention.

"Let me take it from here." Dan nodded quickly, watching in pleasure as the redhead got in position. Dan's dick stood at attention, just barely under the ass he wanted to fuck. Paul gripped onto the member, trying to line it up with himself. It throbbed in his hand. Paul lowered slowly onto the dick. The hard cock pressed up against his virgin hole. Now that it was against him it felt a lot bigger.

Paul pushed it in slowly, the dick filling him up in an odd sense of pleasure. "Oh god- fuck- you're so tight." Dan bit his lip, holding himself back as much as possible. It was almost **** as he allowed Paul to go his speed. If it was Dan's choice he would already be balls deep. "Please don't stop."

Paul looked down at the breathless man beneath him with a grin. Dan's eyes were filled with desire and Paul was sure his own were filled with a similar vigor. With a grunt Paul dropped down hard. He felt his ass protest at the change in pace, and yet Paul could only double forward in pleasure. It was like everything in him was alight with pleasure.

Dan slowly moved his hips, making small movements, only stimulating Paul more. The redhead moaned with each push in. His dick throbbed and pleaded for release yet there was nothing in the tank to let loose. Dan let out a grunt when he felt himself twitch. Paul's head jerked up, "Why did you stop?"

"If I move I'm gonna cum." Dan smiled at Paul, as if it was obvious. "Can't have the fun end so early can we?"

"Don't have the stamina?" Dan chuckled as Paul slowly started to move. With a groan Dan's body tensed.

"Not without booze. I tend to- ah- pass out." Dan flashed a grin at Paul, his breathing erratic. The redhead rolled his eyes as he sped up, his own dick throbbing in anticipation. Without warning Paul felt Dan wrap his arms around him tightly. "Warned you." With a grunt Dan came, filling up Paul's ass. Paul shuddered as Dan held him down. His dick throbbed painfully but no release. He laid there listening as Dan's breathing mellowed out, the arms around him loosening the slightest bit.

Paul looked up at Dan, his eyes closed in peaceful bliss. Paul watched a little longer, a confused grin on his face. The man was asleep. Laughing softly to himself Paul tried to get comfortable in the other man's hold. "You weren't kidding. Sleep well." Paul closed his eyes, his dick still painfully hard. With a sigh he spoke softly to himself, "Too bad I can't feel the same."