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Subject: Greek Getaway Chapter 5 Greek Getaway by RJ This multi-part fiction involves sexual contact between a man and a father/son duo. If you are offended by themes of incest, do not read. If you have any comments about my work, or even just want to chat, please don’t hesitate to message me. As always, please support Nifty in any way you can. ~ CHAPTER 5 ~ It’s strange how foreign this bed feels now. But, as much as I hate to admit it, everything is noticeably different. My bed is not as comfortable. The environment is not as peaceful and homey. The man in my bed is not the one I want. And only now am I realizing this. I’ve been home for a week now, and only now do I realize how much I miss Dimitri. Only now do I realize that maybe I feel the same way he felt before I left. I love him. It’s hitting me like a ton of fucking bricks. It’s practically suffocating. I fucked up. He told me he loved me and what did I do? Ran away. The fear that hit me was so overpowering that I could do little more than get dressed and leave his apartment. I still haven’t responded to any of his attempts to reach out to me. I figured it’d be too hard to keep something up knowing he’s half a world away. And Nik. Beautiful Nik. God, I miss them both. “I love you,” I say out loud to the ceiling. I needed to hear myself say it, because I’ve never been able to earnestly say it before. I wonder if I could say it to Dimitri’s face. That beautiful, smooth, calm and comforting face of his. I miss him so much that my chest hurts. “I miss you.” Maybe at the sound of my voice, Ned stirs next to me, rolling over and then looking at me. “‘Morning,” he says groggily. I feel my face get warm. I hope he hadn’t heard me. “Hey.” He yawns and stretches before scratching his beard. He’s close enough for me to feel his warmth. “I always sleep so well when I’m here.” I smile slightly. “I charge for that.” He chuckles sleepily, reaching out to grip my side as he slides closer. “You think you’re so funny,” he says, kissing my shoulder. When he presses the front of his body against my side, I feel his morning wood nudge against my thigh. I reach down and give the head a little squeeze with my thumb and index finger, and he grunts a bit. We’re both still naked from last night. Ned and I have a bit of a history. We’ve been such good (and gay) friends for so long that adding occasional sex to our relationship just came naturally. But I’ve always had a hunch that he has a thing for me. Sometimes he’ll try and hide it, but too often it’s irritatingly apparent. He won’t come out and say it so I just ignore it as best as I can, or otherwise deflect any weird advances. In all honestly, he’s sweet, and handsome, and I do have a bit of a weakness for gingers. But if he ever actually came forth and asked to pursue a relationship with me, I’d have to say no. I can’t reciprocate those feelings with him. Especially now that I know what “feelings” feel like. “Your dick feels like it has a fever,” I say with a slight laugh, wrapping my fingers around it. He chuckles a bit. “You always say that.” “And I’m always concerned.” He kisses my shoulder again before his hand reaches down to grab my cock. It’s soft, but his hand is waking it up. “It’s ’cause I’m hot, right?” he teases. I roll my eyes. “You’re alright,” I say with a smirk, letting go of his dick. I sit up and start to move off the bed to grab a drink of water. But he immediately makes a noise of protest. “Mmm, no, come back,” he says, grabbing my wrist. I look back at him, amused. “Do you need something?” “I need a lot of things,” he says, grabbing his cock under the sheets as he looks me up and down. I let my eyes trail over his exposed torso, biting my lip at the sight of his hairy, beefy, soft body. He’s great to cuddle with. And I feel comfortable around him because he’s not the stereotypically “hot guy.” But again, it’s not the same. It’s not enough. He’s not Dimitri. “C’mere.” “I’m not in the mood,” I (pretend to) tease. He laughs. “What? You love morning sex.” He rolls onto his side and slides closer to kiss my hip. “C’mon. Just a quickie.” I don’t really want to, but Ned is annoyingly insistent when he’s horny. So in the interest of shutting him up, I comply. But I want to emphasize the “quick” in “quickie.” Luckily, I know Ned very well. I know how to get him off. His favorite position is me on top, riding him, with my dick slapping against his stomach and me in total control. I can have this done in no time. I slide on top of him and we kiss slowly as his hands run down my back and grip my ass. I hum a bit, letting him squeeze my cheeks. I move my lips to his neck, then across his chest and down his stomach until I get to his crotch and can guide his warm cock into my mouth. He moans immediately. He’s a vocal one, this guy, and he bites his lip hard while I suckle on his cock. I pull off to say “Grab the lube. And the condoms.” As he leans over to grab the stuff we used last night off the nightstand, I continue working over his cock. Maybe this is just bad timing, but I’m not totally loving this. Probably because I’m thinking about other dicks. Two in particular. Oh well. Focus, Benji. I take him deep, and he grunts, his hips shifting up to meet my lips. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groans as he watches me work my magic. This is a quickie, though, and I’m eager to get this done. After a minute or two, I pull off, swallowing spit as I straddle his thighs and grab a condom from the pack. As I tear it open, he asks me a question. “When are we gonna stop using condoms?” I look at him with a mixture of skepticism and amusement. That privilege is reserved for others. “You’re funny,” I tell him as I toss the wrapper and roll the condom onto his cock. He doesn’t complain any further, for which I’m thankful. I add a little lube onto his cock, working my fist over his shaft before applying a little to my hole and then sliding up. I hold his dick up and sink myself down slowly with a groan. Then, I start to grind. Now, I’m not a size queen by any means. But Ned’s dick just doesn’t hit me like dick did in Greece, and I’m honestly not sure if it was because both Dimitri and Nik are bigger or because I just simply enjoyed them more as a whole. Maybe if I focus on them, I can get off too. I start to bounce on Ned’s cock, working my hips in an expert fashion, but I close my eyes. My cock, which is slowly getting harder, smacks on his stomach every time I go down. I picture that time Dimitri and I fucked on his roof in the afternoon sun. It was more playful than sexual, since we were laughing and talking through it. But he looked so stunning right then. I should have drawn him. Right then, with him inside me, looking like he came straight out of a subliminally-erotic painting. Moving art. I wonder what he’s doing now. Hopefully Nik. God, I’d kill to watch them fuck again. I can still clearly feel that thrill of when I caught them, seeing Dimitri’s ass lift high before plunging down against his boy’s backside, whispering something in his ear– Ned moans out loudly, grabbing my hips to stabilize me as he fills the condom. I open my eyes, looking down at him as he whines through his orgasm. I wait patiently for him to calm down and then slide off of him. I collapse next to him with a sigh. So much for getting myself off. He rolls onto his side, looking at me as I rest on my back. I can sense him staring. Suddenly I want him out. I don’t want anything to do with him. “What’s wrong?” he says after a long while. I blink, looking at him. “What?” “You seem more… thoughtful than usual,” he comments. I shrug. “Just missing my trip,” I tell him. “I get it,” he says, shifting a bit. “Y’know, we all weren’t certain you’d come back.” I snort. What if I hadn’t? “I considered it.” I can see him glancing at me via the corner of my eye. “Not coming back?” “Yeah,” I say with a little nod. Tired of the conversation, I sigh and hoist myself out of bed, leaving Ned on my sheets. I have to talk to Dimitri. I need to apologize to him for ghosting him this whole time. I need to explain to him how scared I was. I need to tell him I love him. And it needs to be now. I grab my phone and head into the bathroom for privacy, flicking on the vent so that Ned can’t eavesdrop. Suddenly my heart is racing as I call Dimitri’s cell phone. It rings once. Twice. Five times. Then I lose count because I’m wracked with nerves. What if he hates me now? No, that’s stupid. It’s only been a week or so. Then again, we basically fell in love after a week. Who’s to say you can’t fall out of love by then? He doesn’t pick up. Maybe he’s working? Suddenly I can’t remember the time difference. It’s late afternoon, right? Fuck. I try the house phone. I’m practically sweating. I feel like I need a shower after this. After the fourth ring, someone answers. It’s Nik. He says something in Greek — probably a greeting. I don’t recognize the words, but I recognize his voice. “Nik?” “Yes?” he answers, still in Greek. He sounds like https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/” title=”escort izmit”>escort izmit he’s chewing on something. “It’s Benji.” “Benji?!” he says excitedly before laughing. “Oh man!” I hear him chewing and swallowing before he speaks again, sounding much more clear this time. “I thought you had died in a terrible accident or something.” “That’s morbid,” I say with a laugh. Damn, it’s so good to hear this kid’s cheery voice. “How are you? Are you back in New York Shitty?” he teases. “Yeah, I am,” I say. “Missing Athens, though.” “Athens misses you, my friend,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Dad will be so happy you called!” “Is he there?” “No, he’s teaching right now. Might be done in… two hours?” Two fucking hours. That sounds miserable. “Anyway, how have you been? Is the fashion industry under control now?” I snort a bit. “I wanna hear about you, though.” “Bah, don’t let me talk about me, I’ll talk your ear off.” “Please do,” I say, sitting on the edge of the tub and pressing the phone up against my ear more. Nik sure can talk, but I enjoy it all the same. I pester him for details about anything he can dish out — school, the city, his friends, his dad. On the topic of Dimitri, Nik says that his father’s been a little down after I left. The word he uses is “dim” — still his normal self, but just not as bright as he used to be. I understand that. I saw that side of him once during my trip. It’s harder this time since I’m the one who caused it. After we talk, Nik says he’ll get back in touch when his dad returns home. He also suggests we all Skype, and the thought of actually seeing them both propels me to say “yes” instantaneously. I feel both better and worse when I get off the call with Nik. Better because it was so good to hear from him, and worse because I’m anxious about… well, everything. I have Ned leave. When he asks me if everything’s okay, I use my classic excuse: deadlines. Doesn’t take much convincing after I mention work. We get ourselves dressed and he gathers his things before I walk him to the door, hug him goodbye, and lock up. Finally. Now that I’m alone, I feel like I can breathe. I feel bad, but at the same time, I’m thankful that Ned came over last night. I’m glad we hooked up. Because of it, now I know exactly how I feel and who I want. And I’ve never been sure when it comes to things like this. I busy myself with making breakfast and (attempting) to revisit a collection while leaving my laptop wide open and Skype at the ready. I constantly check it in case I didn’t hear the ringtone. Or I worry that Nik got my information wrong. I hate this feeling. Why can’t I just be back in Greece? As I’m sipping my second coffee, finally, Skype tells me I have an incoming video chat. My heart skips a beat as I rush over to my laptop, nearly spilling my drink all over the keyboard before sitting down in front of it. I take a deep breath and then answer the call. Once it buffers, Dimitri’s face pops up on my screen and he’s smiling so brightly that I instantly start to cry. I’m not a crier. I don’t know why this is happening. All of a sudden, tears are streaming down my cheeks and I have to take my glasses off to wipe my eyes and attempt to staunch the flow. “Benjiii,” Dimitri says. “What’s wrong?” “Sorry, sorry,” I say repeatedly, sniffling. “I’m a mess.” “It’s okay,” Dimitri says with a little chuckle. “Talk to me.” I wish he was holding me right now. “I just miss you so much.” I can hear the smile in his voice when he says “I miss you too.” I compose myself after a moment and wipe my face before putting my glasses back on. “Sorry,” I say again, laughing. “Don’t apologize,” he says softly. He looks so calm still. And even through the screen, just as pretty as ever. I smile at him. “You look lovely.” I laugh. “Don’t make fun of me.” “I’m being honest,” he says. I bite my lip. “Where’s Nik?” “In the back. He wanted to give me some alone time with you,” he says, running his fingers through his hair. That was nice of him to do that. “I’m glad he did,” I say, playing with my fingers. “I wanted to… y’know, apologize… for leaving like I did.” “Benji, you don’t–” “I feel like I just fled at the end and that’s not how I wanted to leave things.” “I was being selfish,” Dimitri says, in his soft but strong and rational voice. “I shouldn’t have tried to pressure you into staying. I know you have responsibilities.” I push my glasses back up the bridge of my nose. “So you’re not mad or anything?” “Mad? Gods, no,” he says with a laugh. “Sad, yes. But I just miss you, is all. I knew I would.” He smiles at me with those perfect teeth. “I’ve grown quite fond of you, Benji Meeks.” I laugh, blushing a little. “And I you, Doctor Castellanos.” We spend nearly an hour talking about his teaching and what I’ve been up to for the last week or so. It feels just like before. Effortless conversation. Absolute calm. It’s nice to know that he can center me so well even through a computer screen. Maybe I just like watching his face. Whether he’s talking or listening, it’s just refreshing to look at him. His energy is unlike anyone’s I’ve ever known. Once I finish droning on and on about fashion-related drama, I pause and we just smile at each other for a few quiet moments. “I hate that you’re so far away,” I say. He smiles a little wider. “I know. I miss our lazy days in the sun.” “Mmm. Me too,” I say, resting my cheek against my hand. “Lounging on the roof of your apartment.” He nods. “Letting you draw me after we make love.” Make love. It’s such a cringe-worthy term to me. So why does it suddenly sound so beautiful coming from his lips? “I wish I could visit,” I say. “Too busy?” I shrug. “Kinda.” “Hm,” Dimitri says, nodding. “Well… what if we came to you?” I laugh at first, but then I realize what he’s saying. They could visit New York. They could stay with me. That is an amazing idea. How did that possibility not cross my mind? Maybe I was still so focused on escaping home and vacationing back to Greece. “Wait, really?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says with a grin. “There are Easter holidays at the end of April, so Nik doesn’t have school for two weeks.” “Two…?” I almost get jittery at the thought of spending two weeks with them. And April is not far away at all. “Plus Nikky’s never been to New York City. I’m sure he’d love–” “Please come!” I interrupt. Dimitri looks at me with mild amusement. “Yeah?” “God, yes,” I say. “I’m literally begging you.” Dimitri laughs before turning his head towards the hallway in his apartment. “Nik! Come out here!” he shouts. After a few seconds, Nik materializes out of the shadows wearing his favorite outfit: boxers and a plain white t-shirt. He hops over the top of the couch, sitting next to Dimitri and waving at me cheerily. “What’s goin’ on, gentlemen?” “We’re thinking of planning a trip,” Dimitri says. Nik looks surprised, looking back and forth between us. “Really? The three of us?” “Mhm,” Dimitri says, nodding. “How about you and I visit dear Benji in New York?” He looks extremely excited at the prospect, which makes me laugh. “New York Shitty, huh?” he says with a wink towards me. “It has its charm,” I say. “Long as you’re there, Big Ben,” he says with a smile. We work out a few of the logistics, and also talk about things they’d want to check out while there here. Of course there’s the MET and the MOMA and the Guggenheim for Dimitri — big name art museums. And I’m sure there’s a decent science museum like the Natural History Museum that Nik would enjoy. Or clubs. And there are plenty of galleries and good food and sights to see… I’m already counting down the days. “We should probably get going,” Nik says, checking his phone. “We’ll be late.” “Damn,” Dimitri whispers. Then he turns to me. “Dinner plans.” “It’s okay,” I say, happy enough that they’ll be visiting in a short number of weeks. “Go have fun.” “I’ll get dressed,” Nik says, about to stand up, but I stop him. “Wait!” I say, biting my lip. “Kiss.” Nik arches his eyebrow. “Huh?” “Kiss,” I repeat, pointing back and forth between the two of them. “For me.” Nik laughs, turning to Dimitri, who’s smiling but looking bashful. “C’mere, papa,” he says before pulling his father closer. Their lips lock, but only briefly, because Dimitri was just going for a peck. Thankfully, Nik and I are thinking the same thing. “Oh come on, you can do better than that,” he says, reeling his dad in for a passionate, sexy kiss. My cock twitches at the sight of it. When they’re done, I lick my lips. “Thank you,” I say with a chuckle. Nik winks and salutes at me before rushing back to his room to get dressed, leaving Dimitri to straighten out his shirt. “Couldn’t have waited ’til the holiday?” Dimitri says with a slight grin. “Absolutely not.” I smile at him. “Well, I’ll let you go.” “Okay,” he says, and we smile at each other for a long while. I want to say it. Just those three little words. “I love you.” He said them to me, and I know I feel them. Why can’t I push https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/escort/izmit-escort” title=”izmit escort”>izmit escort the words out of my mouth? Christ. The call ends with him saying “Talk soon” and me blowing him a kiss. I had a chance and I didn’t take it. And this is behind the safety of a computer screen. I wonder if I’ll be able to say it to his face. The weeks between that Skype call and their arrival drag on like none other. I’ve never felt time move so slowly, and I find myself repeatedly cleaning and reorganizing my apartment so that it’s perfect. I think it’s just more out of nervousness than anything else. I’m constantly worried that I don’t have enough chairs, or enough blankets, or enough food, or enough… anything. But I need it to be enough. I need to be enough. And then, at last, the day comes. I made sure to plan ahead for this. I send plenty of emails and leave several “I’ll be away” messages so that I’m not disturbed with any work-related business for at least two days. I want to re-immerse myself in Dimitri and Nik. I’m practically shaking when I wake up, knowing they’ll arrive (probably exhausted) early this morning. Dimitri sends me updates on their travels. They arrived in JFK already and are on the train to Manhattan. I set up an Uber to pick them up at Penn Station and drive them to my apartment in Greenwich Village. Once Dimitri texts me and says that they’re en-route via Uber, my stomach practically lurches. I have never been so excited to see anyone. Ever. Maybe that’s a testament to my actual feelings. I fuss with my glasses and my overall appearance in the mirror before I realize I’m still in my pajamas. I get a surge of anxiety before I have to center myself. Forget it. Dimitri doesn’t care what I’m wearing, especially in my own home. It’s fine. I’ve stressed out over every little detail of this moment for far too long. Let it happen. When I hear the knock on my front door, my heart almost stops. I’m so antsy. And once I open the door, I realize why. It’s because my body wants to lunge into Dimitri. As the door swings open and his smiling face comes into view, I can’t resist. I practically jump towards him, swinging my arms around him tightly. He laughs, dropping his bags as he slides his arms around me in return. I feel him press his face into my neck. Fuck, I needed this. This sense of completion. I hug him even tighter, smiling against his shoulder until he moves his mouth to my ear and says “Kiss me.” Don’t have to tell me twice. I laugh slightly and shift my face towards his, and we immediately start kissing deeply. The warmth that flutters through my body gives me such a strong Zen-like feeling. Instantly I’m taken back to Greece, where we first met outside a little shop. Where we first kissed in the doorway of a bar. Where we first fucked in his cluttered bedroom. I push my lower body into him a little more as our lips move together. I could fuck him right here– “Alright alright, break it up,” I hear Nik say, and I laugh against Dimitri’s lips. “At least let me sit down.” “Sorry,” I say, playing with Dimitri’s hair for a moment before stepping back with a sigh. “Yeah. Come in.” I help them with one of their bags and set it by the door before closing it. Nik gives me a little smirk before giving me a nice, tight hug. “Hey, pretty boy,” I tease. He chuckles in my ear. “Pretty boy, huh? I like it,” he says. He stands up straight before stretching. His shirt lifts up a bit as he looks around my apartment. “This city is crazy, by the way.” “I warned you,” I say with a little laugh, glancing towards Dimitri. We make eye contact and he smiles before reaching out his hand. “Come here,” he says. I bite my lip, taking his hand and letting Nik walk around the space as I go back to embracing Dimitri. “I missed you,” he says, leaning his head down to kiss me again. I hum against his lips. “I missed you, too.” I slide my arms up over his shoulders and around his neck as he holds me. “I’m so glad you could come. You have no idea.” He laughs softly, rubbing my back. “I’ve been a little too excited, myself. Ask Nik.” “Your apartment is so cool,” I hear Nik say from across the room. I can see why he’d think so. It’s so much different from theirs. While their apartment is homey, cozy, and filled with what my moms always called “brick-a-brack,” my apartment is a large studio, styled like a minimalist. It’s very open, especially with the high ceilings. And with the brick and the exposed piping, it has an old factory feel to it. “Yeah, welcome,” I say, finding myself taking hold of Dimitri’s hand. Since when am I such a sap? “It’s like one big room,” Nik says, clearly intrigued. He heads over to my bed and falls on top of it with a sigh. “Big bed too. Could fit all three of us.” “It could,” I say, smiling slightly. I have a feeling that’ll be the sleeping arrangement for the duration of their stay. “Do you guys want anything? I can make coffee.” I’m sure they’re tired after their trip. Turns out Nik is more tired than I thought. “Can I take a quick nap?” he asks, kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the bed more. “I am a dead man.” I laugh a little. “Yeah, sure,” I say. “Make yourself comfortable.” “Way ahead of you, Mr. Benji,” he says with a soft smile, pulling the blankets over him. He hums a bit, pressing his face into a pillow that he starts to cuddle. “Sorry,” I hear Dimitri say, and I turn back to face him. “Traveling really does him in.” “Totally understand,” I say, playing with Dimitri’s shirt a bit. I still can’t believe he’s here. “So, coffee? Tea? Water?” He smiles. “Water would be nice.” “You get comfy, too,” I say, gesturing towards the couch. Before I can turn towards the kitchen, he grips me tightly and reels me in for a short but deep kiss. Then, he pushes me away playfully, smiling to himself as he takes a seat on the couch. I lick my lips a bit, having to adjust my glasses as I head into the kitchen. He makes my heart fucking flutter. It’s almost gross. These are the types of feelings I’ve always made fun of everyone for. And now it’s happening to me. I come back to the couch with a glass of water for him. I sit on my leg and face him as I hand him the glass, and he thanks me, taking a long sip while holding his hand on my shoulder. When finished, he sighs and sets the glass down on the coffee table before turning his attention towards me. I smile. He’s just as handsome as when I left him. Nothing’s changed. “I had worried I’d never see you again,” he says softly, cupping my face with one of his hands. He rubs my cheek with his thumb. I rest my hand on his thigh, giving it a little squeeze. “I still hate that I left things like that. Honestly I didn’t really know what I felt until I got back to New York. And then it was too late.” He smiles a little, nudging my jaw. “It’s not too late.” Is that his way of asking for confirmation? I could say it right now. Those three little words. I even feel my mouth opening for them, but they don’t leave my throat. I sigh through my nose slightly. Why is admitting this out loud such a struggle for me? But Dimitri just smiles. “You don’t have to say it.” “I want to,” I tell him. “I’m just scared. Or something.” My face is warm. This is almost embarrassing. “You don’t have to say it, Benji,” he says again. “I understand.” But I’m skeptical. “Do you?” He stares at me for a long moment before leaning in to kiss me. I take that as a “yes”. I smile slightly against his lips as we kiss, leaning into him a little more. I like the way his thumb caresses the spot just behind my ear. It’s soothing. But then his other hand falls onto my thigh and smoothly slides up it. The kiss is kicked up a notch. Now I’m grabbing onto him a little more intently, gripping slightly at his shirt. I only start to pull harder as things continue. His hand works its way up my leg more until it’s at my hip, and with a sure grip, he pulls me closer to him. The next moment, I’m in his lap, straddling him as the kiss is at peak intensity. We both know where this is going. We missed the taste of each other (shown by how passionately we’re kissing) and the feel of each other (shown by how we’re trying to touch any part of each other we can reach). The contact becomes more insistent. Needy. I’m almost lightheaded. He’s been here for, what, five minutes? And already we’re making out on my couch like it’s afterschool and our parents aren’t home. And I don’t want to stop. In fact, I want to show him what we’ve both been missing. I pull back from his lips. He lets out the tiniest sound of protest before he sees me grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. I pull it over my head (with his help) and toss it to the floor. I watch his lips form a little smile as he runs his hands over my torso, scratching at my body hair until he pulls me down for another round of kisses. He wraps an arm around my waist as his other hand holds my back while he shifts us, laying me down across the couch and getting on top of me. 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I lift my ass off of the couch to help him slide my pants off of my hips. If he’s surprised to see I’m not wearing underwear, he doesn’t show it. He’s just totally focused on my cock. My pants stay trapped on my thighs as he leans his face forward and nuzzles right into my crotch. He breathes me in deeply. I whimper softly, gripping his hair, my dick (which was already nearly erect) getting harder by the second. Then I feel his tongue. That wet, warm, expert muscle of his. I let out a breathy moan that gets caught in my throat as he continues lapping at my shaft slowly. Did he miss the taste of me? The scent? He must have, the way he’s working. He kisses his way up to the head before lifting my cock up and wrapping his lips around it. My whole body twitches with pleasure. I haven’t had sex since Ned slept over. I’ve been shrugging off his advances ever since I knew Dimitri was coming, and I’m glad I have. It makes the mouth around my cock feel much more intense. I smile slightly as I let out a moan, feeling Dimitri make his way deeper every time he slides down. He lets out a deep groan that sends vibrations through my hard-on and I lick my lips, feeling goosebumps as he slides his hands up my body. When his palms reach my chest, he squeezes slightly and, at the same time, takes me into his throat a little bit. I groan, my back arching a little. God, I’m so warm. He pulls off of my cock and I feel it slap my stomach heavily before I look back down. I watch as he starts pulling my pajamas down even more. He tugs them off of my ankles and tosses them to the floor, and before he can do anything else, I quickly sit up in front of him. He’s up on his knees, so I’m level with the center of his torso. I kiss down to his navel as I undo his pants and tug them down eagerly. When he sees that I want him naked, he hops off the couch so that he can strip fully before getting back into position for me. I take a moment just to drink him in visually. What a sight he is. I run my hands up his thighs to his hips, looking up at him as I kiss his cock that’s jutting straight out at me. I open my mouth for him, and he grabs a hold of himself before entering my willing mouth. I wrap my lips tightly around his cock and immediately moan when my tongue makes contact. I take it slow. As we maintain eye contact, I gently work my way down, down, down until his full cock is buried in my mouth and my lips are nestled in his cleanly trimmed pubes. His eyebrows both go up in the middle and he lets out a soft moan, watching me intently. I just enjoy the fullness of him. His warmth. His balls against my chin. I want him dripping with my spit. I start bobbing back and forth, still going slow but making sure it’s a little on the sloppy side. He combs my hair with his fingers and even brings me deeper when I’ve teased him too much. After a while, I slowly pull off, giving the tip a quick suck. He leans down and starts kissing me again. I start to lie back down on the couch but he has me turn over. My heart racing, I eagerly flip over for him. He gets on top of me as I shift onto my forearms and knees. As he kisses down my back, I make a little arch in my back, biting my lip as he gets closer to his intended target: my hole. He just goes for it without hesitation, kissing in a smooth line from my spine right to my hole. I feel his hands at my sides before holding the base of my back as his tongue makes my toes curl. I have to grab one of the throw pillows and bite down on it to keep from moaning too loudly. Not that Nik would mind. But he’s trying to sleep, after all. And my insistent moans from Dimitri’s incessant tongue lapping at and gliding against and drilling into me would definitely wake him up. Dimitri takes his time, too. And he doesn’t let up. I clutch hard onto the pillow, feeling extra sensitive today. Maybe it’s just because of who’s doing me right now. I feel Dimitri give me an extra deep lick before he reverses his actions and starts kissing back up my spine. All the way to my neck. He bites gently on my neck before whispering in my ear. “Do you–?” “Yes,” I interrupt, pushing back into him. I swear I hear him chuckle lightly, but he doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he brings his hips forward and grinds his cock right against my ass. I bite my lip, my body already anticipating him being inside me. Now. I need it now, Dimitri. I need YOU. He reaches between us to grab himself and my mouth opens slightly when I feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole. A little push forward and then, he penetrates me. I gasp slightly, feeling him clutch onto me harder as he inches his way into me. Deeper and deeper. Stretching me out just how I missed it. Then, his hips press against my ass. He’s all the way in. He leans down and kisses my shoulder blade before giving me a little thrust. And then another. Taking me. I grunt softly, closing my eyes. I think about Ned for a brief moment. His smiling face flashes through my head, which only makes me smile. Sorry, Ned. You just didn’t cut it. Dimitri’s cock gets a little deeper as I arch my back more, and I moan out, cussing under my breath. It only gets worse when he reaches under me to paw at my cock while we grind into each other. I swear I have heart eyes right now. My whole body feels on fire. This soft, enticing fire. It’s enough to make my head dizzy with lust. Well, maybe not just lust… “I’m close,” he says, grunting slightly. My hole twitches around his cock in anticipation. “Flip me over,” I say. He gives me a few more thrusts before sharply pulling out and helping me flip onto my back. He grabs my legs and lifts them so that he can sink his cock into me with one fluid motion. I moan out loudly, my eyes rolling back when he really hits that sweet spot. I’m dizzy with that surprising pang of pleasure. I have to catch my breath a bit. He continues working his hips into me, giving me nice, long strides of his dick as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. In the meantime, I’m stroking myself off like there’s no tomorrow. And then, Dimitri leans down and kisses me hard. I keep stroking with one hand, but I hold onto him with the other. Our tongues do a dance, sliding against each other while moaning into each other’s mouths just as Dimitri starts to cum in me. I feel him adjust his thrusts — they become sharp, and he grunts every time he bucks his hips forward. Fuck. I close my eyes and lift my shoulders slightly as my head leans back once my cock starts unloading as well. Since our bodies are so close, the head of my cock is rubbing against his stomach, heightening the intensity of my orgasm. My thighs clench tightly around his hips as my body lurches slightly until finally, my balls are empty and I can finally breathe. Dimitri pants against my shoulder and I relax, gently rubbing his back and licking my lips slowly. It was just as good as it was in Greece. Maybe even better, since I’ve missed it so much. And now, for two blissful fucking weeks, I have it. I smile slightly, tilting my head to kiss the side of his. He laughs slightly, kissing my neck and then hovering over my face. “Beautiful boy,” he says, playing with my hair. I’m probably blushing, but I smile. “Beautiful man,” I say, chuckling slightly. We both share a private, intimate laugh before he kisses me once. Then again. And another time, but a little deeper. Our bodies are still warm and pressed together. My load is making a mess of us, probably, but the thought of showering together is just as exciting. This is a moment I could let endure endlessly. “You bastards!” I hear behind us. I tilt my head back and see Nik looming over us. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I glance at Dimitri and we both laugh. “Sorry, Nikky,” Dimitri says. “We wanted to let you rest.” “You know I wanted to fuck,” Nik says with a playfully devastated look on his face. I can’t stop laughing. “We have time, love,” Dimitri says calmly, biting his lip so he doesn’t laugh. Nik rolls his eyes. “You two are old. Now I have to wait for you to recharge,” he says as he plops himself on the adjacent couch. “I’m not that old,” I say defensively, smirking a bit. “Are you ready for me, then?” Nik says, wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh. “I, uh… I need a minute.” “See?” he says, holding his hands up. “Old!” He slumps against the couch and lets out an exasperated sigh. Dimitri and I glance at each other and start laughing all over again.

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