What Happens At Cons

Maxwell ran a single finger along Hinkley’s neck, up to the little earlobe, then along the jawline. He ended it at Ralph’s mouth, pressing against the lips.

The moment stretched into an eternity as the two explored one another openly, as they’d never been able to do before out in the real world. Eyes flicked back and forth, not sure where they wanted to settle.

Ralph finished rubbing Bill’s arm, and moved his hand up to his friend’s shoulder. He gasped, gripping him, when Bill’s hand suddenly shifted down over Hinkley’s ass, pulling him closer.

The men shared that looping connection again, feeling what the other was feeling.

Oh God, Ralph sent, closing his eyes, glorying in the feel of Bill holding him, of pressing into him. They both thrust forward, rubbing against one another, the friction driving them into a new frenzy.

Ralph moved his hands over Bill’s lower back, down, down, till he was clutching the material of the kilt to himself, his strong fingers digging into Maxwell’s ass.

A loud gasp, followed by a moan, was his reward. The sound of Bill, the feel of him, was threatening to make Ralph lose all control.

He sent a mental shove over the touch they shared to warn Bill, and forced himself to pull free.

“God, Bill!” he almost shrieked. His fair skin was flushed, his eyes blue and black with desire. He looked at his friend, up and down, the older man’s chest expanding in and out from panting.

Ralph wanted to share over the bond, one more time, what he was seeing and feeling, watching Bill stand there in his kilt and belt. He looked so tall, so powerful, that Ralph was frozen in place with the sight of him. Maxwell’s face was also flushed with excitement and desire, his greenish-brown eyes looking almost maniacal.

He dared to step forward, to bond with his friend one last time before removing the suit.

He took Bill’s left hand. He couldn’t find the words, so sent what was in his heart, in his very spirit. Showed Bill how he looked to him, standing there, the epitome of strength and command. Bill’s eyes shined as they looked into the sapphire pools of his partner’s, and he nodded his head, not speaking, not wanting to break this final connection.

Ralph knew he didn’t have to say anything, Bill knew. He nodded his head in acknowledgement, then made the effort to pull back from the bond.

“I need to do it, Billy,” Ralph said with regret. “I’ll totally lose myself if you touch me again, and I’ll end up hurting you, and I’d die before I do that.”

“I know.”

Seeing Ralph change in or out of the suit was nothing new to Bill; he’d seen it dozens of times. Ralph knew this, so he didn’t waste time: he could dress or undress in seconds now, from practice.

He was soon standing there, facing Bill, in his usual boxer shorts.

A smirk from Bill broke the tense spell, and he reached out his hand to Ralph, silently commanding the younger man to come forward with a snap.

Ralph didn’t move for a moment, and Bill raised his eyebrows, silently asking, Well?

Ralph smirked too, then lowered his eyes, as if in supplication. He’d agreed that Bill would be in charge, and he knew, deep inside, that he had no problem with that. He looked up into those dark green eyes, and took two steps forward, closing the gap between them, taking Bill’s outstretched hand.

With the suit out of the picture, Maxwell was once again the strong one. He roughly pulled Ralph to him, gripping his ass, clenching his fingers into the boxers.

He bent down to press his mouth against Ralph’s neck, biting him.

“BILL!” Ralph gasped, startled by the maneuver. It was obvious to Maxwell that his younger friend didn’t mind, because Hinkley thrust his hips without thought.

“Hmmm,” came the flat response. Bill’s mouth continued to nibble and nip at Ralph’s smoothe skin, down the throat and to one shoulder. Bared teeth bit into Ralph, and he threw his arms around Bill’s torso, pleased that he could do so without having to worry about harming him.

Ralph decided it was time for him to do something bold, and reached over Bill’s lower back, pulling his friend against him as they were earlier, this time without the suit in the way. He let his fingers creep down, over Maxwell’s ass, slowly pulling the fabric of the folded kilt up, up, until he felt the edge.

He let his fingers explore, and moved over the smoothe briefs keeping Bill away from him.

Ralph was so caught up in what his fingers were doing, that he didn’t notice Bill’s mouth had stopped nipping on his bare shoulder. His friend was frozen in place, holding his breath, as he gloried in the feel of Ralph exploring him so intimately.

“Don’t stop,” came the rough whisper.

Ralph did as he was told, and his fingers moved up, over the hips, catching the edge of the briefs and pulling them down. A kick from Maxwell shoved them away.

“Hmmm,” Ralph intoned, his hands under the kilt, grasping his friend to him.

Bill remained leaning over Ralph, but moved his arms over the shorter man, letting his hands glide down the muscular back, over the boxer shorts. He tightened his fingers over him, kneading and massaging the firm flesh as Ralph was doing to him.

Ralph thrust forward without thought, and while Bill’s hand explored him over the shorts, his own hands were slowly moving over the hips, the top of the strong thighs, to end with a gasp when he felt the size, the hardness of his older friend.

He gripped Bill in his right hand, alternately squeezing and releasing, his friend moving forward and back in a rocking motion.

“Oh gawd.”

“I know.”

Before he was too far gone, Bill reached his hands up to the waist of Ralph’s boxers. While his friend was gripping, rubbing him, Bill slid his left hand into the boxers, forcing them down past Ralph’s knees to the floor while his right hand drew up the inner thigh.

Bill had bent over slightly in the process of relieving Ralph of the remainder of his clothes, and his eyes went wide at the sight of his friend before him, naked.

He gasped, both from what Ralph’s hand was doing to him, and the sight of Ralph before him, so vulnerable, so beautiful in his openness. Maxwell’s right hand tickled along the thigh, to end with a firm grip around Ralph, who returned the gasp.

They moved together, right hands gripping one another, left hands pressed against the other’s back.

Bill wanted to keep his eyes open, to SEE Ralph reach such joy and ecstacy at his hands, to hear him gasp and moan as he reached orgasm, but the longer the two men stood there ministering to one another, the harder it was getting to hold a thought.

Finally overcome, Bill simply drowned in the feel of it all. The giving, the receiving, knowing that suit or not, they shared a deeply intimate and personal bond that could never be sundered.

“Wait—wait!” Bill rasped out. His left hand released Ralph’s back, his right hand continued up and down, back and forth, over the steel-hard length of his best friend.

He reached without looking and picked up the bottle of lotion, and Ralph was conscious enough of his surroundings to reward him with a smile, then a gasp as Bill squirted a bit of the oil on himself, then on Ralph. The slickness eased the irritating friction that had been building under their hands and fingers, and the two picked up the pace with a renewed enthusiam.

Bill and Ralph weren’t aware of it, but their heartbeats, their breaths, were synchronized, and they were alternately gasping and moaning as their motions reached a fevered pitch. One would begin to stagger, losing all control, and the other would hold him closer, steadying him, without conscious thought.

“Oh, God!” Maxwell uttered. At the same time Ralph gasped, running his left hand down Bill’s back, squeezing his ass to him, pulling him forward, the two pounding into one another, against one another, their hands gripping one another so tight that it was almost painful.

The agony and ecstacy of the pain, the powerful grip was finally too much for both, and they simultaneously reached their climax, mutually moving hands over lower backs, pressing together as the oil and fluids mixed together, making them slide against one another.

Bill pulled his partner closer, and he laid his head on Ralph’s shoulder, unwilling to move. Ralph sighed against Bill’s chest, relaxing, melting against the taller man, breathing in the scent of him.

After a few moments, Ralph murmured into the hot sweaty skin, “That was incredible, Bill.”

Bill rumbled a wordless, soothing response. Ralph felt the vibrations from the chest as his cheek pressed into him, and knew he could never forget this, or leave it behind come Monday.

One way or the other, they both knew that they were truly partners, in every sense of the word.