The House Of Immortality

TM; Shit. He knew this was so bad. Obviously, the guy that had him pressed up against the door inside Tate's room wasn't the one he hoped it would be. It was just some random guy he met at the bar. Who he really wanted to be kissing right now was Curtis, even though he barely knew him. Curtis had that... thing about him. He seemed slightly dangerous, but sweet at the same time, and he was tall and skinny and kind of awkward but he came off as confident too. He was perfect, to say the least, and he was the only thing on Tate's mind as his hips collided with the stranger's, their c--ks creating a kind of friction that made him dizzy from how much it turned him on. Maybe it was the stuff he was doing to Tate, or maybe it was all of the things Tate wanted to do to Curtis that we're racing through his mind at the same time. He wouldn't give this guy the same effort he would give to Curtis, and he would probably just end up sucking him off to avoid what he had obviously come for. Hopefully he would leave after Tate gave him what he wanted. To be honest, Tate thought he gave great head, and although he wouldn't go all out for this random guy, maybe he would be so amazing that the guy just listens to him and does whatever he wants him to. Probably not, though. Last time this happened, it was so hard to get him out of his room, even in the morning. Maybe he would be diff-oh fuck. Stranger guy was rubbing his thigh in between Tate's legs, and Tate was giving into it, riding his knee like it was a fucking pony. But whatever. He was tipsy, and the stranger was cute, and if he closed his eyes and imagined it hard enough, he could pretend it was Curtis. And it worked until he whispered something into his ear, and his voice sounded nothing like Curtis'. It was too high pitched and he spoke too fast. Oh well. He pushed his "friend" to the bed and fumbled with his belt and jeans button as he spotted kisses across his collarbones and neck, leaving a couple of lovebites in obvious places as payback for having him in his room. 'Oh, god.' He said in reply to Tate's bites and kisses and the way that he knew exactly how to feel up the stranger. And that was it. The pants came off, and stuff just kind of happened, and the whole time Tate was thinking of doing it to Curtis, even though he knew it was creepy. But it happened, and the stranger left, and Tate went into his bathroom to get himself off.

(and i don't feel like typing anymore bc this is slowly becoming shit so....)