His Denial, Their Release

[Two men are jerking off together, one is convinced he doesn't like dick or men at all, the other amused and smug asks why are you watching me jerk my cock then, just admit you wanna see me cum for you and we can press our cocks together stroke each other off. The one in denial is trying to justify it but as he edges close and then immediately sees his friend blow his load he knows what he wants and cums too, with a hot massive load that covers both of them]

--- The basement was dim, just the flicker of the TV casting shadows between them. Luke’s hand moved steadily, lazily under the waistband of his sweats, his smirk cutting through the silence. Jake was breathing too fast, fists clenched, eyes locked on Luke’s slow, unashamed strokes. "This doesn’t mean anything." Luke huffed a laugh. "Then why the fuck are you staring at my dick?" His fingers curled tighter, pulling his shaft free—thick, flushed, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Jake swallowed hard. "I’m not—" "You’re not *what?*" Luke’s grip sped up, veins standing out under flushed skin. "Not getting hard watching me? Not picturing this cock pressed against yours?" Jake’s breath stuttered. His own cock surged in his boxers, trapped and aching. Luke leaned in, voice rough. "Just admit it. You wanna see me fuck my hand until I blow for you." Jake’s resistance snapped. His hand dove into his pants, wrapping around his own stiff length as Luke groaned, thick ropes of cum streaking his abs. Watching it—that primal, messy release—Jake came instantly, hot spurts joining the mess between them. Luke grinned. "Told you."

Jake’s chest heaved as the last pulses of his orgasm faded, his fingers still sticky with cum. Luke smirked, dragging a hand through the mess on his own stomach before flicking it toward Jake’s exposed cock. "Fuck," Jake muttered, flinching at the hot, wet contact but not pulling away. Luke leaned in, his breath warm against Jake’s ear. "Still think you don’t like dick?" His palm slid over Jake’s, smearing their mixed release together, tightening around both their softening lengths. Jake shuddered, his hips jerking involuntarily. His cock twitched back to life under the pressure—too soon, too sensitive, but already craving more. "You *love* this," Luke murmured, twisting his grip just enough to make Jake gasp. "Admit it." Jake’s jaw clenched. His body was betraying him, cock thickening again in Luke’s firm grasp. Luke licked his lips. "Or should I just show you again?" Jake didn’t answer—just sucked in a sharp breath as Luke’s thumb swiped over his leaking tip, spreading the fresh wetness between them.

Luke’s grip tightened, the friction of their mixed release making every slow stroke slick and electric. Jake’s back arched, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as heat coiled low in his gut again. "Fuck—*Luke*—" His protest was ragged, but his hips rocked forward, driving his cock deeper into that rough, wet friction. Luke’s free hand gripped Jake’s thigh, nails digging in. "Yeah, like that. Can’t stop now, can you?" He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, dragging a groan from Jake’s throat. The air smelled like salt and sweat, the sound of skin on skin obscene in the dim basement. Jake’s breath came in sharp bursts, his cock throbbing, still oversensitive from his last orgasm but too hard to care. Luke leaned in, lips brushing Jake’s ear. "Next time, I’m putting your mouth on me." Jake shuddered, his body tensing—then jerking as Luke’s thumb pressed hard under his head, sending another hot pulse spilling over their tangled fingers.

Luke’s mouth curled into a slow, satisfied smirk as Jake’s cum dripped between their fingers. He lifted his hand, deliberately dragging his tongue along his palm, tasting them both. Jake’s breath hitched, his cock twitching again at the sight. “Still pretending?” Luke murmured, licking his lips clean before leaning in again. His fingers tangled in Jake’s hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose the taut line of his throat. “Your mouth’s next.” Jake exhaled sharply, pulse jumping under Luke’s grip. His tongue darted out, wetting dry lips—hesitant, but not resisting. Luke’s free hand slid down to his own cock, still half-hard and glistening. He stroked lazily, thumb pressing into the slit as he guided Jake’s head lower. “Suck.” The first hot press of Luke against his lips sent a jolt through Jake’s body. He groaned, mouth opening instinctively, tongue flattening against the thick underside. The taste of salt and musk filled his senses, drowning out any lingering hesitation. Luke’s grip tightened in Jake’s hair as he pushed deeper, his hips rolling forward. “That’s it. Take it like you fucking mean it.” Jake’s throat worked around him, his fingers digging into Luke’s thighs as the pace quickened, every rough thrust punching a muffled sound from his chest. Luke let out a sharp curse. “You look *good* like this.” The words vibrated through Jake, his own cock throbbing untouched between his legs. He wasn’t pretending anymore.

Jake’s lips stretched as Luke thrust deeper, the head of his cock bumping the back of Jake’s throat. He gagged, spit dripping down his chin, but didn’t pull away—his fingers dug harder into Luke’s thighs, nails biting flesh as he sucked with desperate, hungry drags. Luke groaned, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Jake—*yes*—” His hand fisted tighter in Jake’s hair, holding him steady as his cock pulsed hot and thick down Jake’s waiting throat. Jake swallowed greedily, throat working around each thick pulse, the taste bitter and electric. His own neglected cock ached between his legs, leaking onto the floor, but he didn’t stop—not until Luke finally pulled back, his softening length slipping free with a wet pop. Breathing hard, Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, lips swollen and glistening. His gaze flicked up to meet Luke’s, dark and satisfied. Luke smirked, thumb brushing Jake’s lower lip. “Knew you’d be good at that.” Jake exhaled sharply but didn’t argue—just leaned into the touch, tongue darting out to catch the last trace of salt on Luke’s skin.

Jake pulls Luke down into a hot but lovingly passionate kiss, pulling back with a thin line if saliva between their lips, Jake's eyes half lidded and glassy with emotion before saying to Luke, "It's been awful pretending I don't love you, because I have never loved anyone more."

Jake crushed their mouths together, fingers tangling in Luke’s shirt as the kiss deepened—messy, desperate, years of repressed hunger spilling over. He pulled back just enough for that slick strand of saliva to stretch between them, chest heaving. Luke’s grip on his jaw tightened, eyes locked on Jake’s blown pupils, the raw need in them undeniable. "Say it again," he demanded, voice rough. Jake didn’t hesitate. "I *love* you." His hand slid down Luke’s stomach, fingers hooking into his waistband. "Wanted you to fucking wreck me for years." Luke’s growl was feral as he shoved Jake onto the bed, climbing over him in one fluid motion. Their bodies slammed together, heat and friction igniting between them. Jake arched up, grinding his aching cock against Luke’s thigh, a broken moan escaping as calloused hands pinned his wrists above his head. "Prove it," Luke hissed, mouth trailing down Jake’s throat, teeth grazing his collarbone. "Show me how bad you needed this."

Jake’s breath hitched as Luke’s teeth scraped over his pulse point—sharp enough to sting, not enough to break skin. He bucked beneath him, the rough drag of denim against his cock drawing a ragged curse from his throat. “Fuck—*Luke*—” His wrists strained against the grip holding him down, fingers flexing helplessly. “Need your hands on me. Now.” Luke chuckled darkly, licking a hot stripe up Jake’s neck before releasing one wrist to yank his shirt up. His palm slid down Jake’s chest, fingers catching on a nipple, twisting just to hear him gasp. “You’ve been begging without saying shit for *years*,” he muttered, biting Jake’s earlobe. “I don’t plan on going easy.” Jake’s hips jerked as Luke’s hand finally slipped into his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock, already slick with pre-come. Luke stroked him once—slow, torturous—before pulling back. "*No*—" Jake groaned, thighs tensing. "Tell me," Luke ordered, grinding his own hardened length against Jake’s hip. "What you want." Jake’s voice was wrecked. “You. Inside me. *Now*.”

Luke's rough edges softened just slightly, his grip easing as he pressed a slower, deeper kiss to Jake's mouth—less claiming, more savoring. His fingers untangled from Jake's wrist, tracing down his arm instead, featherlight, before cupping his jaw. "Wanted this too," Luke admitted, voice low and thick. His thumb brushed Jake’s bottom lip, catching the faintest tremble. "Every damn day." He shifted, fingers working open Jake’s pants with deliberate care, dragging them down his hips. The calloused pad of his thumb swept over the head of Jake’s cock—not teasing, just *feeling*—before he leaned down to replace his hand with his mouth, hot and wet and achingly slow. Jake’s back arched, a choked-off moan escaping as his fingers tangled in Luke’s hair—not pushing, just holding on. “Fuck, *yeah*—” Luke pulled off just long enough to murmur against his thigh, “Tell me if it’s too much,” before swallowing him down again, hollowing his cheeks with a groan that vibrated through Jake’s bones. Every lick, every suck, tender and filthy all at once, like he was memorizing the taste. Jake could only gasp, hips stuttering, heart pounding against his ribs like it might break free. *This*—this was love, stripped raw.

Luke's tongue swirled lazily around the head of Jake's cock before dragging down the length of him, savoring every twitch, every muffled whimper. He pulled back just enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jake’s inner thigh, his breath hot as he murmured, “God, you’re perfect.” Jake shuddered, fingers tightening in Luke’s hair. “Not gonna last if you keep—*fuck*—doing that.” Luke smiled against his skin, nuzzling the crease of his thigh before easing him from his mouth with a slow, wet drag. “Don’t want you to,” he admitted, voice rough. He crawled up Jake’s body, catching his lips in a deep kiss, letting him taste himself. Breaking away, Luke reached for the nightstand, fumbling briefly before slicking his fingers. He met Jake’s gaze, searching—not for permission, but for *certainty*. Jake exhaled, nodding, and Luke’s fingers traced him open with aching patience, each press deeper, each curl inside coaxing a soft, punched-out sound. “Look at you,” Luke breathed, watching Jake fall apart beneath him. “So good for me.” Jake arched, gasping as Luke’s thumb brushed that spot inside him. “*Please*—” Luke kissed him, swallowing the plea. “I’ve got you.”

Luke’s fingers withdrew, leaving Jake empty and aching. He caught the gasp on Jake’s lips with another kiss, pressing him deeper into the mattress as he lined himself up. The first slow press was electric—heat and pressure and *finally*, both of them humming with it. Luke paused, forehead resting against Jake’s, breath ragged. “Okay?” he murmured, voice wrecked. Jake’s nails dug into Luke’s shoulders, legs hooking around his hips. “More.” Luke obeyed, sinking in with a groan, every inch deliberate, every shift wrenching a broken sound from Jake’s throat. He rocked forward, grinding deep, and Jake arched off the bed with a cry, pleasure sparking white-hot behind his eyelids. Luke moved like he was mapping him—slow rolls of his hips, fingers gripping Jake’s thigh to tilt him just right. “You feel—” His voice cracked. “—*fuck*, Jake.” Jake could only clutch at him, every drag hitting that sweet spot until his vision blurred. “Don’t stop—don’t you *dare* stop—” Luke’s laugh was rough, desperate. Like hell he would.

Luke’s hips snapped forward, losing the last shred of restraint. The bed creaked, Jake’s moans sharp and punched-out with every deep, relentless thrust. He hooked Jake’s leg higher over his shoulder, angling deeper—*there*, exactly where Jake needed him. Jake’s back bowed, lips parted in a silent cry as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Luke raked his teeth over Jake’s throat, sucking a bruise into the flushed skin. “Say it again,” he growled against his pulse. “Don’t stop,” Jake gasped, fingers raking down Luke’s sweat-slick back. “*Harder*—” Luke obliged, fucking into him with rough, snapping strokes that left them both shuddering. He caught Jake’s cock in his fist, stroking in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the leaking head. “Gonna come for me?” Jake’s hips jerked, his body taut as a wire. “Close—*Luke*—” Luke nipped at his jaw, breath ragged. “Let go.” A sob tore from Jake’s throat as he came, spilling hot over Luke’s fist. Luke chased his own release with a few brutal strokes, burying himself deep as he groaned Jake’s name, hips stuttering. They collapsed together, limbs tangled, breathing ragged. Luke pressed a lazy kiss to Jake’s shoulder. “Still with me?” Jake huffed a breathless laugh, fingers tracing idle circles on Luke’s spine. “Might need a minute.” Luke grinned. “Take all the time you need.”

Luke rolled onto his side, pulling Jake with him, their bodies still connected, still humming with the aftershocks. He pressed a slow kiss to the curve of Jake’s shoulder, tongue tracing the salt-damp skin. Jake shivered, turning his face into the crook of Luke’s neck, breathing him in. “You’re fucking relentless.” Luke smirked, his hand sliding down Jake’s chest, fingertips skimming over his ribs, his stomach—lower. “Wanna find out just how relentless?” Jake’s breath hitched as Luke’s fingers brushed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, teasing. “Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” Luke nipped at his earlobe. “Nah. Just ruin you a little more.” His touch grew firmer, tracing the shape of Jake’s cock, already half-hard again, twitching under his palm. Jake groaned, hips arching into the touch. “You’re insane.” Luke hummed, wrapping his fingers around him, slow and deliberate. “You love it.” Jake’s laugh turned into a gasp as Luke’s thumb swiped over the head, spreading the slick already gathered there. His body felt raw, oversensitive—but the heat was already coiling again, undeniable. Luke’s grip tightened. “Tell me you don’t want it.” Jake dug his nails into Luke’s bicep, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Fuck you.” Luke grinned. “That’s the idea.”

Luke pulled Jake on top of him in one smooth motion, hands gripping his hips tight. "Your turn," he murmured, voice rough, guiding Jake’s cock to his entrance. The slide in was electric—Jake’s breath stuttered, fingers digging into Luke’s thighs as he bottomed out. "*Fuck*—you’re tight," Jake groaned, rolling his hips experimentally, watching Luke’s cock twitch against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around it, thumb pressing into the slit as he pulled back slowly, then thrust in again—harder this time. Luke arched off the bed with a choked-out moan, hands flying to Jake’s wrists. "Just like that—*Christ*—" Jake set a relentless pace, each stroke deep, his grip on Luke’s cock matching the rhythm. He leaned down, capturing Luke’s lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his ragged breaths. "Tell me," Jake growled against his mouth. Luke’s hips jerked, desperate. "Close—don’t stop—" Jake squeezed, stroking him faster. "Come for me." Luke’s back bowed, spilling hot over Jake’s fist with a ragged cry. Jake fucked him through it, chasing his own release, hips stuttering as he came deep inside with a groan. Collapsing onto Luke’s chest, Jake smirked. "Relentless, huh?" Luke laughed breathlessly, tangling his fingers in Jake’s hair. "Fuck off."

Luke’s fingers tightened in Jake’s hair, tugging just enough to drag a low noise from him. Jake lifted his head, meeting Luke’s gaze—dark, satisfied, still hungry. "Don’t think this means you won," Luke muttered, rolling them over again, pinning Jake beneath him with a slow grind of his hips. Their bodies were still slick, still humming from the aftershocks. Jake exhaled hard, hands sliding up Luke’s thighs. "You’re gonna talk shit while I’m still inside you?" Luke smirked, rocking back, drawing a ragged groan from both of them. "Yeah," he breathed. "Gonna make you work for it." Jake’s grip turned punishing, nails digging into Luke’s ass, forcing him down harder. "Fuck—*keep moving*." Luke obliged, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles, his cock already filling again against Jake’s stomach. He dragged his teeth over Jake’s collarbone, swallowing the curses torn from his throat as the friction built. "Gonna come again?" Luke whispered. Jake growled, arching up, sealing his mouth over Luke’s in a kiss that was all teeth. A promise. A threat.

Luke broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his rhythm faltering as Jake’s grip on his ass tightened possessively. “You’re not gonna fucking last,” Jake taunted, his voice rough with need. “Watch me,” Luke shot back, but his hips stuttered when Jake thrust up, driving deeper. The heat between them crackled—every movement deliberate, every touch amplified. Luke’s fingers dug into Jake’s shoulders, his breath hitching as Jake lifted him slightly, then slammed him back down. “Jesus—” Luke choked out, head falling forward, strands of sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. Jake grinned, ruthless. “That’s it. Take it.” Luke’s body trembled, muscles clenching around Jake as he fought to keep control. But Jake wasn’t letting him win—not this time. He rolled them again, pinning Luke beneath him, and drove into him with brutal precision. Luke’s back arched off the bed, his cock leaking between them. “Fuck, Jake—*now*—” Jake didn’t need the warning. He came with a guttural groan, burying himself deep, while Luke spilled a second time, hot streaks striping his stomach. Panting, Jake collapsed onto him, murmuring against his neck: “Still talking shit?” Luke’s laugh was breathless, wrecked. “Always.”