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Rafael stirred awake to the faint sound of city traffic filtering in through the hotel window. He stretched, letting his eyes adjust to the morning light streaming softly through the curtains. Turning slightly, he glanced at Wyatt, who was still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A small smile tugged at Rafael’s lips before he gently nudged Wyatt’s shoulder.
“Rise and shine, dude,” Rafael said, his voice low but warm.
Wyatt groaned softly, burying his face into the pillow. “Five more minutes…” he mumbled, his voice muffled.
“Nope,” Rafael replied, sitting up. “It’s the final day of the conference, and we’ve got stuff to do. Come on, get up.”
With a dramatic sigh, Wyatt cracked one eye open, his expression bleary but amused. “Alright, alright, I’m up. You’re relentless, you know that?”
“Part of my charm,” Rafael shot back with a smirk, already heading for the bathroom to start getting ready.
By the time they both showered, dressed, and packed up the essentials for the day, they headed downstairs to the hotel’s dining area for breakfast. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted them as they entered, and the soft murmur of conversations filled the space.
The breakfast buffet was laid out impressively—fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and a selection of pastries and breads. Wyatt grabbed a plate and began piling on food, while Rafael hovered near the coffee station, pouring himself a strong cup.
“You always go so hard at breakfast,” Rafael teased as they sat down at a small table near the window.
Wyatt shrugged, unbothered, as he spread some jam onto a croissant. “Fuel for the day. Plus, you know the coffee at the conference center won’t be this good.”
Rafael chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Fair point. Alright, what’s the game plan today? I know we’ve got some final panels, but anything else we need to tackle before wrapping up?”
Wyatt glanced at his phone, scrolling through the schedule. “Yeah, there’s a big closing keynote at noon that we shouldn’t miss. And maybe squeeze in one more breakout session before that if we have time. Oh, and don’t forget the networking wrap-up in the afternoon.”
Rafael groaned dramatically. “More networking? Haven’t we talked to enough people?”
“You’re the one who said yesterday it was worth it,” Wyatt reminded him with a grin. “Don’t back out now. This is the final stretch.”
“Fiiiiiiiine,” Rafael agreed, in an exaggerated tone.
As they finished their breakfast and gathered their things, there was a subtle energy between them—something comfortable yet charged, as though both were aware that this trip, and the experiences they’d shared, had brought them closer in ways they hadn’t fully processed yet.
“Alright,” Wyatt said as they headed for the exit, adjusting the strap of his laptop bag. “Let’s make this last day count.”
“Lead the way, dude,” Rafael replied with a playful grin, following Wyatt toward the revolving doors and out into the crisp morning air.
The city was alive with its usual hum as Rafael and Wyatt stepped out into the morning sun. The air was brisk, promising a crisp but pleasant day. They flagged a cab and rode to the conference center, the ride filled with light conversation and a shared sense of purpose for the final stretch.
When they arrived, the energy in the conference center was different—buzzy but tinged with a certain finality. Attendees milled about, some looking refreshed and eager, others weary from the week’s grind. Rafael and Wyatt checked in at the registration desk one last time and headed straight to the first breakout session.
The morning flew by in a blur of engaging discussions and packed panels. Rafael found himself more invested than he expected, scribbling notes on a presentation about global investment trends. Wyatt, meanwhile, joined a session on leadership strategies, emerging from it brimming with ideas.
When they regrouped a few hours later, Rafael looked impressed. “That session actually gave me a couple of solid ideas for our client outreach back home. How about you?”
“Mine was great too,” Wyatt replied. “They had a speaker who was just brilliant—super sharp on how to integrate AI without overwhelming the human side of decision-making.” He tapped at his phone. “Took some notes I’ll share later.”
The keynote loomed, and they headed toward the main ballroom together. The room was packed, buzzing with anticipation as the final keynote speaker—a renowned economist—prepared to take the stage. Rafael and Wyatt found seats toward the middle and settled in, their notebooks at the ready.
***
As the final applause faded and the keynote speaker stepped off the stage, Rafael and Wyatt exchanged a glance, both quietly impressed. The energy in the room was palpable, with attendees already buzzing about the insights they’d just heard.
“That,” Wyatt said, sliding his notebook into his bag, “was exactly what I needed to hear. Game-changing ideas.”
“Agreed,” Rafael replied, standing and stretching slightly. “It actually tied a lot of this week together for me. Makes the trip feel worth it.”
They joined the stream of people heading toward the exit, their steps in sync as they navigated the bustling corridor outside the ballroom. The conference staff handed out feedback forms, and Rafael took one, filling it out quickly while Wyatt grabbed two complimentary bottles of water from a nearby table.
“What’s next?” Rafael asked, handing off his completed form.
Wyatt checked the schedule on his phone. “Final networking session. It’s optional, but we’d be idiots to skip it—last chance to make an impression.”
Rafael gave a mock groan but nodded. “Alright, but you’re doing the talking if someone mentions market trends in Peru again. I can’t fake interest in quinoa futures one more time.”
Wyatt laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Deal. Let’s do this.”
The networking session was held in the grand hall, a spacious room filled with high-top tables, coffee stations, and clusters of attendees deep in conversation. The mood was upbeat, with people exchanging business cards and saying their goodbyes.
An hour later, they regrouped near the doors. Rafael looked tired but satisfied, flipping through the stack of business cards he’d collected. “Not bad for a final lap,” he said. “How’d you do?”
Wyatt grinned, holding up his own collection. “Got a few solid leads. One guy even wants to set up a call next week to hear about our firm.”
“Nice,” Rafael said, pocketing his cards. “Think we can call it a wrap?”
“Definitely,” Wyatt agreed. “But we should celebrate. Last day in town and all.”
“Food or drinks?” Rafael asked.
“Why not both?” Wyatt said with a grin. “There’s a rooftop bar a couple of blocks from here that looks promising.”
"Sure," Rafael said. "Fair warning though, I'm not much of a drinker."
The rooftop bar Wyatt had in mind was perched atop a sleek boutique hotel, its open-air layout offering sweeping views of the city skyline. As they stepped out of the elevator and into the cool evening air, Rafael took a moment to take in the scene—the soft hum of conversation, the glittering lights of skyscrapers, and the faint sound of a jazz trio playing in the corner.
“This is… not bad,” Rafael admitted, adjusting his blazer as they walked toward the bar.
“Not bad?” Wyatt scoffed, nudging him. “This is the perfect way to wrap up the week. Drinks, good vibes, and a killer view.”
They found a small table near the edge of the terrace, overlooking the bustling streets below. Wyatt ordered them both cocktails—something refreshing and not too heavy—and they settled in, letting the events of the week sink in.
“To surviving the conference,” Wyatt said, raising his glass with a grin. “And to making it through without murdering each other.”
Rafael laughed, clinking his glass against Wyatt’s. “jury's still out on that.” Wyatt stifled a laugh and shot him a look.
For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, sipping their drinks and watching the city below. The tension of the past few days seemed to melt away, replaced by a quiet sense of accomplishment.
“This trip turned out better than I expected,” Rafael said eventually, swirling the last of his cocktail in the glass. “I mean, I still hate networking, but…it wasn’t all bad.”
Wyatt smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Not bad? Dude, you killed it. Half the people at that conference probably have your name written down as someone to follow up with.”
Rafael shrugged, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I guess I had a decent wingman.”
“Decent?” Wyatt said, feigning offense. “I was MVP, and you know it.”
“Alright, fine,” Rafael conceded, laughing. “You were pretty good.”
The conversation drifted to lighter topics—the bizarre stories they’d heard at the conference, the questionable fashion choices of some attendees, and their relief at finally being able to get back home. As the evening wore on, they ordered another round, the atmosphere growing warmer and more relaxed.
At one point, Wyatt leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “So, what’s next for you? When we get back, I mean.”
Rafael shrugged, glancing at the city lights. “Back to the grind, I guess. But… maybe with some fresh perspective. This trip gave me a lot to think about.”
“Same,” Wyatt said softly. He hesitated, his usual confidence momentarily giving way to something more thoughtful. It was clear neither of them were really talking about work. “You know, it’s been cool spending this much time together. I mean, outside the office.”
Rafael looked at him, caught off guard by the sudden earnestness. “Yeah, it has. You’re not as unbearable as I thought.”
Wyatt laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Their eyes met for a moment, the city lights casting a faint glow over the table. It was a fleeting moment, but it carried a weight neither of them acknowledged out loud.
“Alright,” Wyatt said, breaking the silence with a grin. “Last drink, then we head back. Deal?”
“Deal,” Rafael replied, raising his glass one final time. “To... whatever’s next.”
Rafael and Wyatt finished the last bites of their food, their conversation easing into a quiet as they sipped the dregs of their drinks. The soft hum of conversation around them mingled with the clink of plates being cleared, creating a relaxed backdrop to their evening. Rafael signaled for the bill, tossing a generous tip onto the tray before they slid out of their seats.
“Not a bad way to wrap up our night,” Rafael said, pulling his blazer on as they walked toward the restaurant’s exit.
“Not bad at all,” Wyatt agreed, his easy grin reappearing. “But I’m telling you, the cheesecake might’ve been the real star of the show.”
Rafael rolled his eyes, laughing softly. “You and your cheesecake. I’m starting to think you’re more committed to dessert than anything else in your life.”
“Not true,” Wyatt replied with mock indignation. “I’m very committed to quality pizza too.”
The banter between them flowed easily as they stepped out into the cool night air. The city was still alive, its streets dotted with couples strolling hand in hand and groups of friends spilling out of late-night cafes. The air carried a crispness that hinted at the change of seasons, and Rafael tucked his hands into his pockets as they walked toward the curb.
Wyatt raised his hand to hail a taxi, his confident stance drawing attention from a passing group of tourists. A cab pulled up almost immediately, and Wyatt opened the door with a flourish. “After you, good sir,” he said, bowing dramatically.
Rafael snorted, sliding into the back seat. “You’re such a dork.”
“Only for you,” Wyatt mocked, winking as he followed.
The cab’s interior was warm, and the faint murmur of a jazz station on the radio filled the silence as they settled in. The driver asked for their destination, and Wyatt gave the hotel’s address, leaning back against the seat.
The ride was calm, the city lights flickering past the windows as they sat quietly. Rafael glanced at Wyatt, who was scrolling through his phone with a small smile playing at his lips.
“Tired?” Rafael asked, breaking the silence.
Wyatt looked up, his expression softening. “A little. It’s been a packed trip. But I’m glad we had this time—both the work stuff and the downtime.”
“Same here,” Rafael admitted, his tone quieter than usual. “I didn’t expect it to be… I don’t know. Fun?”
Wyatt chuckled, his gaze lingering on Rafael for a moment before returning to the passing skyline. "Oh, I think we DEFINITELY had our share of 'fun'." Rafael blushed. “Guess we make a good team, huh?” Wyatt asked.
Rafael nodded, a smirk touching his lips. “Oh, if that's what you wanna call it,” he mused.
The taxi pulled up to their hotel, and Wyatt paid the fare before they stepped out onto the sidewalk. The hotel lobby was quiet, the hum of the air conditioning and soft lighting creating a soothing atmosphere as they walked toward the elevators.
“So,” Wyatt said, pressing the button for their floor. “Are we calling it a night, or…?”
Rafael arched a brow, smirking. “What, you’ve got more plans?”
Wyatt shrugged, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Maybe. Let’s see if we can top the cheesecake.”
The elevator dinged, and they stepped inside, the quiet hum of anticipation lingering in the air as the doors slid shut.
When the elevator door opened again, the two boys rushed to their door, and Rafael frantically unlocked it. He pulled Wyatt in and pushed him against the wall, pinning him and burying his tongue in the other stud's mouth. Wyatt reciprocated, and soon they were stripping out of their clothes and sprinting towards the bedroom. Once they were naked, Wyatt grabbed Rafael's shoulders and slammed him into the bed, jumping on top of him and straddling his hips. Rafael ran his hands along Wyatt's firm arms before reaching up and wrapping them around his neck. He pulled his face to meet Rafael's, and they kissed passionately.
As the two studs made out, Rafael reached up and started stroking his friend's cock. Wyatt moaned into Rafael's mouth as he felt his erection get harder and harder. Rafael decided to surprise Wyatt, rolling them over so that he was on top. He leaned down and started kissing along Wyatt's collarbone, moving lower to his pecs before stopping and sucking one of his nipples. Wyatt gasped as Rafael's lips surrounded his nipple. Rafael could feel his cock getting harder and harder as he worshipped Wyatt's chest. He then worked his way further south, licking along Wyatt's abs until he reached his hard cock. He took it in his mouth, and Wyatt moaned loudly as he felt Rafael's hot mouth around his cock.
Wyatt grabbed a handful of Rafael's hair and guided his head up and down his shaft, his body trembling in ecstasy. After a few minutes, Rafael pulled off Wyatt's cock and looked up at him. “Wanna fuck me?” He asked.
"Actually, I've got a better idea," Wyatt said, and pointed to the nightstand. "When I got the buttplug yesterday, I got something else too." Rafael opened the drawer, finding a long, double-ended dildo.
"You dirty boy," Rafael smirked.
"Oh, I know that's how you like it," Wyatt retorted with a grin.
Rafael got back to the bed and hopped on all fours. Wyatt got behind him, spreading his asscheeks apart to expose his hole. He pushed a finger inside, and Rafael let out a contented sigh as he fingered him. Wyatt added two more fingers to Rafael's hole and moved his fingers around. “You like that?” Wyatt asked, his voice husky.
"I'm about to LOVE that dildo," Rafael replied, and he pulled back off of Wyatt's hand and back on. After a few moments, Wyatt pulled his fingers out and spat on Rafael's pucker, then he sucked the end of the dildo for a few moments.
“Ready?” Wyatt asked. Rafael nodded, and Wyatt pushed the tip of the dildo against his friend's hole. Rafael let out a little gasp as he felt the toy fill him up, inch by inch.
"Fuck, that's a lot to take," he gasped.
"You got this, Raff," Wyatt encouraged.
Rafael let out a moan as the shaft pushed past his rim. "Fuuuuu—UUUUCK!!!" he grunted.
"Relax, Raff, you got this," Wyatt said again. The rest of the dildo slowly worked its way into Rafael's ass, until finally he couldn't get any more inside him. “Ohhh fuck,” Rafael gasped.
Wyatt bent over and kissed Rafael's cheek. “Good job! you’re doing so great, dude. It's buried so far inside of you!” Rafael moaned at the dirty talk, and Wyatt pulled a bit of the dildo out, so only about half of it was inside Rafael. Wyatt started sucking on the exposed end of the dildo. Rafael could feel Wyatt's face against his ass every time he deepthroated the dildo, and his cock got harder. Wyatt kept sucking on the dildo, Rafael moaning every time Wyatt's stubbled face pressed against him.
Wyatt finally pulled back and took a deep breath. Then he positioned himself on all fours so that his own hole was aligned with the other end of the toy. He held it in his hand and started pressing against it. Rafael groaned as he felt his friend's weight push the dildo deeper in him. He arched his back, feeling the toy push up against his insides. Wyatt finally bottomed out against Rafael's ass, and let out a shaky breath as he got used to the size of the toy.
"Uhhhh, fuuuuck!" Wyatt gasped as he bottomed out on his half of it. Rafael moaned in agreement, his cock throbbing. After a minute, Wyatt pulled out a bit, and then pushed back against the toy. Rafael groaned loudly, feeling his friend's ass press against him as the dildo slid inside him a bit deeper.
"Keep going," he said breathlessly.
Wyatt smiled and kept going. He started bouncing back and forth on his end of the toy, and Rafael moaned every time he felt it push against his prostate. Wyatt soon found a steady pace, fucking the both of them with the toy. Rafael was in heaven—the dildo filling him, his friend's ass pressed against him, the feeling of his friend's ass slapping against his every time Wyatt came in deep. Wyatt kept going for a long time, both studs moaning as the other fucked the dildo into him.
"Hang on," Rafael said suddenly. "I wanna try something. Let's roll over."
"On three?" Wyatt suggested. Rafael nodded. They got down, and Rafael started counting.
"One. Two. Three!" They rolled over flawlessly, the dildo still inside them. Rafael inched closer and sat up, then got on top of Wyatt, their own cocks pressing together as the dildo connected them. Rafael, in control now, started bouncing up and down, riding the dildo and fucking the both of them. He stroked both their cocks in his hand.
"Right there!" Wyatt gasped, his moans growing louder. "Ahhh yeah!"
"You like that, bro?" Rafael asked huskily. Wyatt nodded, his eyes rolling back as the pleasure filled him.
Rafael started riding the toy faster, his ass clenching against it with each thrust. Wyatt's hands shot up, grabbing the sheets as Rafael fucked them both, the head of the dildo bumping against his prostate.
"You're gonna make me cum!" Wyatt gasped. Rafael groaned at the sound of Wyatt's voice and pushed even harder, fucking him as deep and fast as he could. Finally, Wyatt arched his back and groaned, a thick load of cum spurting out of him. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck yeah! Aggghhhh!!!" Wyatt grunted. Rafael felt it land on his stomach as he kept pumping, his own cock leaking precum and pressing against his friend's abs. Wyatt moaned again, his orgasm spurring Rafael's on.
"Yeah! Cum for me!" Wyatt exclaimed. "Shoot that fucking load all over me," he growled, the dirty talk causing Rafael to explode as well.
"Gyaaaaaahh! Fuuuuuck, dude!" Rafael grunted. His cock pulsed against his friend's, shooting a thick load across his stomach. He collapsed on top of Wyatt, both boys panting and covered in sweat and cum.
After a few minutes to catch their breath, Rafael slowly pulled out. The dildo popped out of Wyatt's ass with a wet sound, and Rafael carefully pulled it out of his own body.
"Wow," Wyatt panted.
Rafael smiled and ran his thumb through the cum on his chest. He was far from done tonight, though. Wyatt, as if reading his mind, pushed Rafael onto his back and lubed his still-hard cock with Rafael's cum. He aligned it with Rafael's hole. "Fuck me, dude!" Rafael moaned. "I need that fucking cock inside meeee..." Wyatt smiled, and then he slowly pushed it inside.
"Fuck yeeeess!" Rafael shouted as Wyatt bottomed out in him. Wyatt then grabbed Rafael's legs and shoved his cock even deeper in Rafael, making him scream in pleasure. The two boys kissed as Wyatt started thrusting. Rafael was in pure bliss. He got his legs behind Wyatt's shoulders and pulled his friend into him, making him fuck him deeper. Wyatt let out a gasp of pleasure and started going even harder, his hips slapping against Rafael's ass.
Wyatt then pulled back until just the tip was inside him, before slamming it home again. He picked up the pace, pounding Rafael's ass relentlessly.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good!" Rafael groaned, his cock throbbing in response. "Yeah! Fuck me harder!" Rafael groaned.
Wyatt leaned down, grabbing Rafael's face and bringing him in for a kiss as he started fucking him even harder. Rafael moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of Wyatt fucking him in his ass once again.
"You're so sexy when you're full of cock, you know that?" Wyatt purred, slamming Rafael as he begged for more.
"Oh my god, please keep going, Wyatt! You feel so good," he whimpered.
"Jesus fuck," Wyatt grunted, fucking him deep and fast. "You like that cock, huh?" he asked, his voice getting huskier with each word.
"You know it, bro! Fill me up with that big cock!" Rafael exclaimed.
"Dirty boy," Wyatt growled. "I'm gonna make you shoot so fucking hard, you're gonna need my cock again tonight just to take the edge off." Rafael groaned in pleasure.
"Yeah! I love that dirty talk, man!" Rafael panted. "Fill me up! Fuck this ass!" Wyatt slammed in even deeper, making Rafael cry out. He felt his cock leak in response, getting close to cumming.
"You wanna breed my ass?" Rafael moaned.
"You know it!" Wyatt grunted in return, fucking him into the mattress.
Rafael groaned. His cock throbbed with need. Rafael moaned again and arched his back. “Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!” He grunted in ecstasy, trying to hold his load in as long as possible. "Don't stop!" He shouted, "Yeah! Harder! Fuck yeah!"
Wyatt grunted and slammed it in deeper. Rafael started to whimper and tremble, and Wyatt felt his hole start to quiver around his cock. Rafael let out one final grunt as he shot a load all over his chest. "AAAAAHHHHH! FUUUUUCK YEAAAAH!" he cried out, slamming his fists into the mattress.
“Mmm!” Wyatt groaned. “Fuuuck, dude! So hot! Oh yeah!” He said, his cock getting ready to shoot. He slammed in deep again and felt a jolt of pleasure run through his body. "Here I cum!" He shouted. "Take my fucking load, slut!"
"Yeah!" Rafael moaned, looking up at his friend in pure lust.
"Ohhhh shiiiiittt! Rraaaaaaggghh!" Wyatt bottomed out and unloaded in Rafael's ass, his balls pumping out a thick load. Rafael groaned, loving the warm, sticky feeling of it filling him. They collapsed in a heap, cum and sweat coating their bodies.
"Fuck yeah, man," Wyatt said after a few minutes. "That was amazing."
Rafael turned the light off and laid down, his head spinning in pure bliss. “Well, we topped that hotel cheesecake,” he mumbled.
Wyatt chuckled. “Hell yeah we did.”
