But try as he might, he couldn't berate himself into wanting to jam anything up there, even it if was the slimmest possible implement he was able to discreetly purchase online. Even though he was more than sufficiently lubed, his muscles clenched tightly and he almost lost his footing in the shower as he tried to force it in.
Probably shouldn't have done this in the bathroom, he thought, realizing how slippery the shower floor had become when he had clumsily squirted lube everywhere. He gave his cock a few halfhearted strokes with his other hand, trying to somehow get himself interested in continuing, but it was no use. His normally perky member was DOA.
He sighed in frustration, mad at himself for not being able to perform such a seemingly simple act. He set the dildo down on the edge of the tub and proceeded to wash the lube off of his body. As he soaped up his behind, he felt strangely guilty, as though he had somehow taken advantage of himself.
Shuddering involuntarily, he turned the water off and got out, wrapping one bath towel around his waist, one around his head, and yet another towel around his shoulders like a cape. He ambled out into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it and tossing the cap off behind him as he wandered back down the hallway into his bedroom.
Taking a long pull off his beer, Dean regarded his countenance in the mirror. He dropped the towel from his shoulders and arched back slightly, watching his abs flex. He knew he was looking good, but even that knowledge didn't make him feel like he was even in the same league as Roman.
He's so fucking perfect...and sexy...and he deserves to be with someone who can satisfy him, Dean thought, pouting at himself. And yet he claims to want me for some reason.
Suddenly, Dean's contemplation was interrupted by a loud banging at the front door. He glanced at the clock and realized it was later than he thought. Roman was already here and he wasn't even dressed yet. "Yeah, come on in, it's not locked," he yelled out the bedroom door before closing it and rummaging around for some clean workout gear.
Roman quietly let himself into Dean's apartment, taking off his aviators so he could see in the dim light. "Fuck, man, get some airflow going in here...this place is like a crypt," he griped, going over to the large front windows and drawing back the curtains, revealing a glass door that opened onto a large balcony.
He opened it and stepped out, taking a moment to survey the busy Las Vegas landscape while he waited for Dean. He was marveling at the difference between day and night in the city when he heard a gruff voice behind him.
"It's not a crypt, it's a lair," Dean replied belatedly, stumbling out onto the balcony as he tried to jam his heel into a gym shoe and walk at the same time. He slammed his foot down into it and stood up, riffling a hand through still-wet hair and squinting in the sunlight. "A man lair," he emphasized, looking Roman up and down in his black tank top and basketball shorts and raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Roman turned around and smiled, looking away somewhat shyly and chuckling when he saw Dean leering at him. "A man lair, huh? And what does one do in a man lair, exactly?" the larger man asked, grabbing the front of Dean's t-shirt flirtatiously and pulling him in closer to him, their chests almost touching.
Dean felt his heart thump as he gazed at Roman's beautiful lips, which were tantalizingly close to his own. "Oh, you know," he answered coyly, very much enjoying their game. "Manly stuff."
Ro let out an amused laugh, his mouth pulling up into a one-sided smirk. He boldly slid his hands around Dean's small waist and then slipped them under the waistband of his shorts, cupping supple, naked cheeks in his palms from the inside. He squeezed and Dean groaned lustily, leaning into him.
"Oh really? Is this manly enough for the man lair?" Ro inquired, his deep, silky voice making Dean's heart beat even faster. He pulled their hips together and kissed Dean hard, pulling a surprised moan from the smaller man's throat. He kept his hands on Dean's ass and rubbed their stiffening cocks against each other, the silky material of their shorts making the contact feel deliciously erotic. After a few moments, Dean pulled away from the kiss, his face a shade or two pinker than before.
"I'd, uhm......I'd say that's pretty manly," Dean confirmed, feeling pleasantly lightheaded and more than a little aroused. "So...uh, I'm ready to go whenever you are."
"Alright, alright. I just gotta take a leak first...gimme a second." He smoothly pulled his hands out from Dean's shorts and walked back into the apartment, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Dean took a deep breath and leaned against the railing, looking out at the sun-baked cityscape. He desperately wanted to do more than just make out with Roman, but his worry about being penetrated always stopped him from going further than that. He wondered if Roman would still want him if he knew, but Dean's deep-seated fear of abandonment kept him from actually having a real-life discussion about it.
Instead, Dean just dropped his head onto his forearms and released a heavy sigh. He looked down at the ground between his feet just in time to see a shadow moving up behind him, and before he could react, he felt the warm press of Roman's body against his back and a very distinct hardness that settled between his ass cheeks and pulsed with a life of its own. Large hands grasped his hips and pulled his bent-over ass tighter against the growing lump, and Dean heard Roman grunt softly in response from behind him.
Instead, Dean just dropped his head onto his forearms and released a heavy sigh. He looked down at the ground between his feet just in time to see a shadow moving up behind him, and before he could react, he felt the warm press of Roman's body against his back and a very distinct hardness that settled between his ass cheeks and pulsed with a life of its own. Large hands grasped his hips and pulled his bent-over ass tighter against the growing lump, and Dean heard Roman grunt softly in response from behind him.
"Damn, boy, if you're trying to torture me with that ass, you're doing a real good job, you know that?" the big man commented, his tone of voice dropping into Serious Roman territory as he leaned forward and pressed harder into Dean's back, practically pinning him against the railing.
Dean froze, suddenly very uncomfortable with the position he was in. "Uhh, whaddya mean?" he asked, confused and a little afraid.
"Oh, come on...you didn't really want to go to the gym today, did you?" Ro teased, rolling his hips and grinding his cock harder against the crease of Dean's hindquarters.
"Uhhmmm....yes?" Dean answered hesitantly, not entirely sure how to answer the question. He tried to push back against the Samoan in order to stand up, but Ro growled in protest, pushing him back down.
"Stay there," the bigger man ordered, taking a step back and dropping to his knees. He grabbed Dean's shorts and yanked them partway down, then ran his palms up over the glorious prize, squeezing hard and earning a startled gasp in reward. "Mhmm...you're awfully clean for somebody who's supposedly going to go work out. I wonder why that is?" he asked, planting a row of kisses up the inside of Dean's naked thigh and nipping lightly at the rounded flesh above it.
"Hhh- uhhh...I...I don't...know," Dean stuttered, struggling to form a coherent thought as he felt Ro's impossibly soft tongue start to lap closer and closer to his entrance. "Fuccckkk- wait," he whined, his heart racing. "We can't..."
Roman sat back, licking his lips as he spread those taut cheeks apart to get his very first look at the enticing orifice he had thought about so often. Ever since they had confessed their mutual attraction, it had been one heated make out session after another, but that was as far as they had gone. Ro was more than ready to take things a bit further. Or a lot further, depending on how receptive Dean was to his efforts.
"Aww, whassamatter? You gonna play all innocent on me? I know you've been practicing," he said slyly, running one hand around to the front and wrapping his fingers around Dean's tingling cock. "Haven't you?"
"Haa- aah," Dean cried helplessly, dangerously close to the edge of his comfort zone, yet still extremely turned on in spite of it. "M-maybe we should take this inside, dontcha think?" He hoped the distraction might buy him enough time to figure out a plan. "In private?"
Roman's smirk grew into a full-on grin upon hearing that plea, and he quickly stood back up and pulled the other's shorts back into place, "Get in there," he growled, pointing toward the doorway.
