Devil's Effect

Avoiding Reality Part 1

The feeling of Chester's orgasm was one Mike loved. It was as familiar as his own. He kept going, savoring the seconds of release when everything seized so tightly around his cock, and enjoyed the way it seemed to wring all the energy out of Chester when it was over. It was a feeling of deep accomplishment and one he looked forward to every time they had sex. Feeling Chester come was all it took for Mike to follow, and as his lover's body quieted beneath him, Mike felt his own orgasm rush in its place, his cum emptying freely into Chester's body. He loved that moment when it all came together, the peak of his body wound so tightly and then letting all that tension go. It was all involuntary, his thrusts and the way his eyes shut tight, his fingers held on to his lover and his body rode out all the pleasure.

As his hips slowed and then stilled, Mike became aware of just how fast his heart was racing, and how limply Chester was splayed on the bed beneath him. He cracked his eyes and an indulgent smile drifted lazily over his lips. "You're fucking amazing, you know that?"

"I know," Chester mumbled with a satisfied grin following his words. "You are, too. Fuck, Mike, I feel like a pancake. Mmmmm...pancakes." His smile turned to a lick of his lips before he picked his head up and blinked his eyes, trying to get all his senses back in order before Mike would have to pull out.

"Pancakes sound good," Mike replied. There was a brief thought of calling out of work for the day, but he knew he shouldn't. "Damn. I want to just sleep all day now. And then wake up and do it all over again." He smiled as he kissed Chester's shoulder. "That's a dream world right there. Pancakes, sleep, and sex, on a never ending cycle."

Chester laughed. "I'd be out of my mind on sugar if we got into that rotation." He wet his lips, his throat and mouth dry. "Let's move, Sexy Boy. I want to pee and shower and eat pancakes with you now."

Mike lifted up and sighed. "Hold on, then," he said softly, then carefully pulled out. There was always a wince on both sides, but he knew it was far more uncomfortable for Chester than it was for him. "If we're going to do all that before work, we better get moving. It will have to be the quickest shower ever."

Chester moved forward on the bed, the second he felt Mike separate from him, and collapsed. "Okay. Quickest shower ever coming right up," he mumbled. He rolled over on his back, slowly, as he watched where his hurt ankle was. "Damn, that was good."

"It's always good," Mike affirmed, scratching over his stomach and then his chest lazily. "We've got to get downstairs. How can I help?"

Chester sat up, his breathing finally back to normal as he swallowed. He looked from their naked bodies over to the stairs. "Well, I can just do the reverse of what I did last night. If you don't mind my naked ass on the steps." He leaned over to kiss Mike's shoulder. "Oh, well, wait." He stopped, his eyebrows narrowing in thought. "I don't have any clean clothes here...and I'm all kinds of sticky." He purposely stuck his bottom lip out, his piercing dragging it even lower as he looked at Mike for an answer.

"You can wear something of mine," Mike said simply, as if they had shared clothes before. Chester's waist was smaller than Mike's, but he was sure he could find something that would stay on his skinny hips. "It might be a little big, but how sexy would it be for you to wear my clothes to breakfast?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and reached out his hand to pull Chester up from the bed.

"If you just help me to the stairs, I can boot-scoot down," Chester instructed as they made very slow progress across the short space. He felt Mike's arm around his back, and together they slumped down, Chester's ass landing on the first step before Mike let him go. "I'll see you at the bottom," Chester called over his shoulder before he started, one step at a time.