“I thought I had. God, we are hopeless. Useless both of us. Thank God for Malena. I need to up her allowance money with all the jobs she does and the way she keeps track of us all. God help us when she moves out and goes to Uni, we’ll completely fall apart.”
“We’ll just have to train Morten to take over. Teach Mikki to do some kind of handy Excel spreadsheet.” Jens is rubbing Axel’s lower back. Letting his hands ghost under the elastic of his flannel joggers.
“I was thinking we should buy a big whiteboard, and we could write everything on there about what is happening this week or something. Just to remind us.” Axel is pouting for kisses and Jens’ hand is gripping Axel’s arse. Kneading it. Hard.
“I love when you talk schedules. It’s sexy. Turns me on. I am an academic after all.” Jens sticks his tongue out and licks the tip of Axel’s nose, while Axel ruts helplessly against Jens’ thigh. Pathetically. Really.
“Shall I mention class schedules? Training modules? Would that help?” Axel teases, and Jens whinges. Loudly. Sighs and swallows as Axel pushes up Jens’ t-shirt, so he can suck a flat nipple into his mouth.
“Ungh! Yeah. Can you tell me about lectures? Standardised exams. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Right there.”
Apparently, Jens’ nipples like the attention and Axel’s cock is bouncing. He just can’t help himself. He goes from zero to one hundred percent desperate in a few seconds flat when it comes to Jens. A now-naked Jens who is kicking off his boxers and pinning Axel to the bed. Holding his arms over his head as he kisses him. Hard. Eating out his mouth with desperate groans as Axel’s legs are scissoring around his waist and their bodies are moving against one another. Axel’s cock slapping against his stomach with every jerked movement from the man above him.
“What do you need baby?” Jens pants.
“Want to fuck you. Need to be inside you.” Axel groans back.
“Want to be inside you too. So fucking desperate for you.”
“Let me ride you then. Let me give it to you.”
Axel flips him over, and Jens lets him. Lets him roll on top of him as the bed creaks and the plate on the bedside table crashes to the floor.
“Where’s the stuff?”
“Uh?”
“The lube, baby.”
“Oh. Marthe found it. Empty. All over the floor. It’s a bit… ehhr… lubricated on my side of the bed.”
Axel giggles softly. “So, no lube?”
“Lube.” Jens holds his hand out, balancing a fresh bottle between his fingers. “Do you really think I would let us run out?”
Axel just kisses him back. Straddles him and covers his hand in silky liquid.
“Let me watch you.” Jens pants. “I want to watch you finger yourself.”
“You dirty lazy sod. Do I have to do all the work?” Axel snarls. He doesn’t mind though. Not when Jens is all flushed and frantic and there are pearls of sweat running down his forehead. Not when Jens looks so freaking turned on as Axel puts his hand behind his back and pushes a finger into himself. Moving slowly. Just little movements. He can’t quite reach, but it’s good. It’s horny. He is riding his fingers, just slowly, watching Jens coat his hand in lube. Watching him grab his cock and stroke it. Twisting slightly over the head. Letting his thumb play with the slit. Pumping liquid with every turn of his hand. Making Axel’s mouth water. Making Axel’s throat release sounds that make no sense at all. Desperate whimpers. Heady sighs.
“You are fucking gorgeous Axel. So beautiful like this. Making me so turned on. Let me inside you. Please. Please just let me love you baby.” Jens is already wrecked, totally.
And Axel loves him. He loves when they are like this. Lost in bliss and pleasure and the sounds of each other’s bodies. Soft slaps of skin moving against skin. The heat and the wetness. The force of Jens’ tongue in Axel’s mouth when he leans over so he can grab Jens’ cock. Jens’ thick long length that is slick with lube, already hard and prepared.
Axel throws his head back when he sinks down over the head. He doesn’t mean to. He thinks he might look like a right porny slut doing it, but he just can’t help himself. Sinking into the pressure. Filling himself up with cock while Jens roars and presses his fingers into Axel’s thighs. Scratches lines down his arse cheeks when Axel rises back up. Screams out loud when he seats himself back down.
“Fucking kiss me Axel.” Jens shouts. “I need your mouth on me.”
Axel doesn’t argue. He kisses with all he has got. Letting his hips do the work. In and out. Shifting slightly so the angle hits him right. Spasming in pleasure when his prostate gets what it needs. Over and over again. Faster and faster. Sucking marks into Jens’ neck when his pleasure builds and the muscles in his stomach tighten and his balls are slapping against Jens’ hand that is pumping his shaft. Hard and fast.
“I want you to come in my mouth, baby. Feed me your cock. Now. I need to taste you. Come here.” Jens is grappling. Pulling and jerking against Axel’s need to ride. To feel. To be filled up and fucked until he comes.”
Axel doesn’t let go. He just moves faster. Throwing his head back in pleasure, bruising Jens’ thighs from how hard he holds on. Jens’ hand pumping Axel’s cock. Jens’ mouth spilling obscenities like he is in some fucked-up porno.
He can feel him pulse inside of him. How Jens’ cock swells and releases, as his mouth silences and his body tenses. The blush on his chest like fire. His eyes closed and his mouth frozen open.
And Axel does what he’s told. Because he is good like that, he thinks to himself as he leans forward and sinks his cock into Jens’ warm mouth with an inhumane roar. He comes just like that. Hard enough to make his head spin. He sees stars. And Jens’ mouth springs back to life sucking him dry. Hard and tight around his length as he spills his load down his throat.
Axel can’t speak. He may just have died. Right there. Fucking hell, Jens.
“Who needs porn when I have you?” Axel pants. Out of breath. A little dizzy.
“Your fault.” Jens whispers. “So bloody sexy. Naughty. Those fingers. Doing that to yourself. I nearly came there and then.” Jens’ voice is wrecked. Saliva running down his cheek and Axel’s legs are cold and wet with come leaking out of his hole. Down his leg.
“Kiss me. I want to taste your dirty mouth.” Axel snarls. Then he attacks. Bites gently down on those bloody-addictive swollen lips. Licks into Jens’ mouth with a growl and tastes the saltiness at the back of his tongue. Feels his dick twitch at the thought. So fucking dirty.
“Just hold me for a while. Let me come back down. My whole body feels like jelly.” Jens is laughing. A little blush creeping across his face as he snuggles up on Axel’s chest and wraps his arms around him. Letting his fingers move up to Axel’s neck as he twirls a stray strand of hair in-between his fingers.
“What do we do with the kids in Stavanger? Are they coming too? I mean, we could bring Marthe, she would just fall asleep in the pram. And she’s cute. Stick her in a frilly dress and people will be begging to hold her all evening.” Axel is already making plans in his head. Wondering if Marthe even owns a frilly dress.
“I am going to ask Mum and Dad tomorrow. They swore they would never come and visit again after the last time when they came at Christmas. I’d had a really bad week and all the food in the fridge was mouldy, the flat was a shithole. Marthe threw up on the sofa and things just went from bad to worse. I hadn’t even bothered with a Christmas tree. I might have shouted at them to get the hell out of my life. I’m not very nice when I’m stressed. You know that. Sorry.”