The boys get together – afterglow
--------------Stephen POV----------------
Light poured through my open window as I rolled awake. I stretched out, rolling my shoulder blades back lengthen my legs in front of me, before sinking back into the soft mattress. I rolled onto my side, nudging my back into Rickys’s sleeping form, feeling the heat from his body. He twitched slightly at the contact, letting out a small snore as his head moved subconsciously.
Smiling I crept my hands forward to the other side of the bed. I found it empty. I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the light. The space Jake had been sleeping beside me was empty. Disappointed I sighed, “He must have gone to training” I thought to myself, preparing sullenly to nuzzle back into Ricky.
I closed my eyes again, letting the warmth of the bed take over me, drifting me into a snooze for the rest of the morning. In the silence of the house however I started to hear footsteps, followed by a light clang. “Jake must be getting breakfast” I thought, slipping quietly from bed with Ricky, creeping down the stairs.
When I reached the bottom I saw Jake in the kitchen, dressed, buttering toast. His earbuds were in. I wondered what he was listening to. I crept through my hallway, carefully placing my feet to try and prevent any noise. I reached the kitchen door and felt the cold tile beneath my feet as I got within 5 foot of him, ready to gab an earbud. I started to reach my hand out to his earbud -
Jake didn't even turn. 'Mate, you aren't half as quiet as you think you are'. He moved past me to the cupboard with the jam, opening it and taking out some strawberry.
'Shit,” I moaned dejected, “thought I had you'
'Not even close” he chanted to me, “I heard you on the stairs'
“Fuck” I walked over to the counter, filling the kettle before I clicked it on. 'Training?' I asked
'Yep' he nodded, scrolling on his phone while taking a bite of toast.
The kitchen was quiet as Jake scrolled in peace. The kettle began to boil, hissing slightly as I drummed a spoon absently against my thigh waiting for it to finish.
'So' I started awkwardly
“So?” he asked back, not taking his eyes off the phone
I continued nervously, “Just wanted to check you were okay”
He grinned at me, “About?”
I shook my head, the kettle clicked 'Dick,” I muttered searching for cups, “You know what I mean”
''Sorry, sorry,' he joked, a mouth full of toast. “It's just too easy to tease you.' He moved closer, grabbing a mug from me and spooning coffee into a mug filling it from the kettle.
Jake nodded slowly to me taking a sip. He grimaced, grabbing the sugar from the shelf. Once he had put two heaped spoonful’s into his coffee and stirred, taking a sip.
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He continued, 'Yeah, I’m good, really good actually” his face beamed at me, as he continued with his coffee. “Feel like I got my shit back together, you know. Even got up early for training.'
'Good, I'm glad' I nodded, feeling tension I didn’t know was there drain from my body. But then another thought came to my mind.
I looked at him, 'Wait, how early?'
'Like fifteen minutes' he mumbled, the last of his toast in his mouth.
I walked right up to him, my face in front of his. I reached my hand down to his crotch, cupping him gently, rubbing his dick and balls. I felt his dick spring to life in my hand
'Fuck, dude” he moaned putting his hand on my shoulders “It’s a nice thought, but I really can't be late. Coach will have my balls'
I just grinned, 'Cum quickly then” I slipped my hand inside, touching his soft foreskin. I pu;;ed his shorts down with my other one, so they left his dick exposed, the elastic hugging the top of his thighs. I started stroking him quickly.
'Shit' he moaned. 'Fuck, fine.” He relented, leaning his head back, enjoying it. He leaned forward, looking at me, “Come on, get yours out to.'
I shook my head, still stroking 'Nah, you're in a rush. I'll get off with Ricky''
I saw his face screw up. 'Fuck. That' he grunted.
His hand reached to my crotch, pulling at my boxers and starting to rub me through them. I took my hand off his dick to pull down my own boxers, letting them drop onto the kitchen floor as I stepped out of them.
We moved closer together, kissing lightly. I felt his t-shirt fabric against my bare chest. This was different than our other times. There wasn't any teasing, any foreplay. Just a need to cum, to get each other off quickly. As natural as an itch that needed scratched. So, there we stood, together in my kitchen, wanking each other off.
My prediction when we started was right. Jake had loads of time. After only a few minutes of my stroking he started grunting, his voice lower than normal. He began thrusting his hips gently into my hand as I stroked him until he finished, sending a jet of his hot white cum into my hand. I looked down at the sticky mess he had left in my palm as he just sighed, not even pausing his stroking of me.
“Fuck, that was good” he sighed, his forearm moving rapidly as he kept jerking me off.
A minute later I felt that familiar clench in my stomach, as my own load oozed out of me, filling his hand.
'Fuck,' Jake let my dick fall out of his hand, and walked to the sink, washing his hand under a jet of water. 'Thats better than coffee” he joked.
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