Palmdale on a Saturday Night

Ralph ran his hand up and down Bill’s chest, enjoying the sensual feel of silk against his friend’s muscular chest.

A groan from Bill made Ralph pull away, fearful that he was hurting him.

“No, don’t stop,” Bill mumbled against Ralph’s swollen lips. “You weren’t hurtin’ me.”

“That’s the problem, I don’t know if you’re moaning because you’re enjoying it, or because I’m hurting you.”

“How ‘bout if you’re hurting me, I say ‘ow’? That clear enough?”

Ralph laughed, “Okay, that’ll be your safe-word.”

Maxwell’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “How do YOU know what a safe-word is?”

“Hey, I’ve been around, Maxwell,” Ralph answered cryptically, looking at Bill’s mouth.

When Bill saw his gaze on his mouth, he slowly licked his lips suggestively.

“Hmmm, now it’s my turn to moan,” Ralph whispered. “Uh, Bill….” he started.

“Hmmm?”

“Have you, um, uh… done anything like this before? With a guy, I mean?”

“Nooooo… not, um, completely.” It was Bill’s turn to be cryptic. “I know the mechanics of it, of course.”

“Works for me,” Ralph chuckled, leaning into Bill to lap at the lips he was finding so delicious. Maybe it was a residual from the tainted, sweet artesian well water they’d drunk earlier.

“I dunno what it was that girl slipped us, but I figure if it was going to kill us, it would’ve by now,” Bill mumbled against Ralph, his younger friend feeling the smile.

“Shhhh, just kiss me, touch me,” Ralph whispered, and the vertigo, a side-effect of the activated mind-push, hit them again.

Bill complied, pulling Ralph down and on him, encouraging him to scoot back with him so they were completely on the bed.

“Oh, man, Bill,” Ralph moaned when he rubbed against his friend, feeling the erection through their clothes. “Holy crap…,” he had to add in surprise.

Bill chuckled and shrugged, not releasing the lip-lock on Ralph. He put his hands up to release Ralph’s cape, that he’d had tucked under his shirt earlier. After he flung the silky black material to the side, he reached behind Ralph’s neck and began to unfasten the suit tunic.

“Hmmm, you want me out of it so soon, Bill?”

“You want me to touch you, Ralph, I can’t with that thing in the way.”

“Oh, gawd.”

“Hmmm mmm, I’m going to touch you, Ralph, man, am I going to,” Bill muttered against Ralph’s neck as his nimble fingers opened the tunic. He slid his hands underneath, and kneaded the taut muscles, eliciting what sounded almost like a purr from Ralph.

As Maxwell’s mouth worked over the smoothe neck, from one side to another, his hands wandered further and further down, reaching Ralph’s tight ass, pulling his friend up and against him.

He whispered in his best friend’s ear what he wanted to do to him, with him, going into explicit detail as the moments wore on.

“Shit, Bill, keep that up, and I’m going to be finished before we even get started!”

His eyes closed as he melted into his partner, completely relaxing on him.

“Bill…,” Ralph started after a moment, his hips rocking into his friend’s hardness. “Bill, it’s the drug talking, we shouldn’t… shouldn’t….”

“Shhhh, are you so sure it’s the drug doing this, Ralph?”

“N-n-nooooo, not too sure, partner,” he groaned. “Bill, as long as I’ve got the suit on, show me what you want to do, what you want ME to do to YOU!”

Bill chuckled, and sent the vision of what he wanted first off, making Ralph gasp again. He pulled back, looking at his partner lying so intimately under him.

“You want me to do that?”

“Uh, is that okay? I mean, I don’t want you to do anything….”

“No, no, I’m just surprised, that’s all! I don’t mind at all, even though, uh, I’ve never DONE that before, only GOTTEN it!”

“Just go with what feels right, Ralph, I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“Then…let me show you what I want, Bill,” he said, and put his hands on the sides of Maxwell’s head, running his fingers under the thick, grayish-brown hair.

Not knowing the mind-push was in effect, only knowing it was Ralph’s will, Bill groaned in response, thrusting up into Ralph, the vertigo enhancing the sensation that he was floating in sensual bliss.

“I guess that doesn’t bother you, Bill.”

“Gawd, NO, Ralph, oh my gawd, I’ve never wanted anything more than this….”

Ralph pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at Bill. His partner looked so receptive and ready, he bent down to kiss him deeply, their tongues dancing.

He left Bill’s lips, and continued lapping at him, alternately nibbling the strong chin and jawline. He continued down to the silk shirt, and with one hand, the other arm holding him up effortlessly, he began to unbutton the shirt.

He blew a very gentle breath on the exposed, sweaty skin, then lapped at him with his tongue, sealing the taste of his partner on his lips forever.

“Hmmm,” he moaned as he gracefully moved further down, bending at the knees. He finally stopped at the top of Bill’s swim trunks, fiddling with the wildly colored cord.

He looked into his partner’s dark eyes, silently asking one last time if this was what Bill wanted.

Maxwell nodded, propping his head up with an arm, so he could watch Ralph take him into his mouth.

He took in a sharp breath as Ralph reached down, pulling on the cord to loosen the trunk’s waist, so he could make the final descent onto his friend’s cock.

“Hmmm,” Ralph moaned, scooting off the edge of the bed. He took Maxwell’s legs and pulled him closer, as if he was feather-light.

“Careful, Ralph,” Bill whispered.

Ralph wasn’t paying attention any longer; he was too focused on the task at hand, and mouth. He hooked his fingers over the trunks and gently pulled them off Bill. The edge caught on the older partner’s erection, and Ralph smiled in anticipation as he pulled a bit harder.

A hiss from Bill made him look up, but the expression on his face was nothing but ecstatic, his eyes closed, head back. He hadn’t said the safe-word, so Ralph didn’t let it deter him from his goal.

He pulled the trunks the rest of the way down, throwing them onto his discarded cape.

Ralph collapsed to his knees, staring at his partner’s cock, licking his lips.

“Oh, man, Bill,” he whispered softly, putting his hands on Bill’s knees and leaning down.

When Bill saw that mouth, swollen and red from their earlier kissing, move toward him, he said, while he could still speak, “Careful, Ralph… you’ve still got the suit on, don’t forget!”

Bill was overwhelmed by the most unusual sensation he’d ever felt, as the bond they’d discovered via the suit returned. The dizziness and the feelings Ralph was sending to him made him collapse back onto the bed, eyes closed, mouth gasping in blossoming ecstacy.

Dammit, and I wanted to watch, was Bill’s last coherent thought, and then he was gone.