Pietro's #1 Crush

Pietro’s #1 Crush – Chapter 12
(See Chapter 1 for full disclaimer and legend)

The rest of their clothes were quickly lost after that. Lance helped Pietro remove his pants completely before hastily taking his own off. By the time any sense came to him, he was standing naked in his room, looking down on an equally naked Pietro who was shivering in his bed. “Pietro?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed. “What’s wrong?”

The elfin youth clung to his friend, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s shoulders and burying his face into the rock tumbler’s neck. “No reason, man,” he purred, licking at the salty skin below Lance’s jaw line. “What? Did you think I was shivering in fear when I saw your cock?” he emphasized his words by reaching down to squeeze at the flesh that was throbbing between the older boy’s legs. “I’d say,” he continued, lazily stroking at the hardening length. “It *is* impressive, but do you really think that you’re going to be the one on top?” He pulled away from his embrace, looking into the other boy’s eyes.

Lance was confused, he was sure that he was the one that would be on top. It just seemed natural to him. “But I thought…”

“Well, you thought wrong,” the younger boy grinned, obviously enjoying the confusion on his friend’s face. “So if you don’t mind…” he said, trailing his hand down to fondle Lance’s ass.

“Not without a fight,” Lance said, gripping Pietro’s shoulders and holding him down on the bed.

“Alright,” Pietro said, waiting for the other boy to let go before propping himself up on an elbow to look the darker boy in the eyes. “Obviously, the one of us who can last longer should be on top, right?” He grinned in a way that made Lance nervous.

“Alright, ‘Tro,” Lance said, putting on his game face. “You sound like you have an idea. What is it?” the older boy was determined to top the smaller boy by any means necessary. Still, the gleam in the pale blue eyes sent shivers up his spine. He watched as a pale hand reached down to grab his already hardened cock, a shudder rushing through his body as that warm hand gently squeezed before stroking him.

“Well, I’d say,” Pietro purred, “that we test each others stamina. Whoever can last longer, gets to top. Whatta ya say?”

Lance watched his friend through lidded eyes. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He nodded wordlessly and reached down to grab Pietro’s semi-hard length and try to coax some life into it.

The white haired boy grinned. “When I’m inside you, I want to hear you scream my name,” he purred, squeezing the flesh in his hand, trying to undo the other boy with words as well as actions. His small hand worked swiftly; slender fingers dancing along the quivering length as he inched Lance closer and closer to completion.

Lance’s eyes fluttered at the sensation. Pietro was really good at what he was doing and the older boy realized that he would have to fight dirty if he was going to win. Being above Pietro gave him the advantage and he leaned down to take the boy’s lips in a rough kiss as he continued to stroke the now solid length in his hand. He bit at the lips beneath his own and nibbled at the tongue that came out to play. He withdrew from the kiss once the speed-demon started to respond and instead changed his tactics to nip along Pietro’s jaw. He returned to kissing moments later but withdrew as soon as Pietro made any show of returning his attentions. He chuckled against the boy’s neck after he’d done this several times and it was obviously frustrating the downy haired mutant to no end. “What’s the matter?” Lance taunted, sucking on an earlobe. The hand on his own length was faltering as he continued to trace along the outside of the shell of the delicate ear with his tongue. “Want to give up?”

Pietro seemed to realize what his friend was doing and aggressively latched onto Lance’s neck. “Never!” he said, biting and licking along the skin in an attempt to gain the upper hand, but Lance pushed him away with one hand and continued to milk the pre-cum from Pietro’s weeping cock with the other. The pale boy sank back into bed, whimpering as Lance’s skilled hand worked him.

“So, do you give in?” the rock tumbler asked as he saw that the boy wasn’t fighting back anymore.

“Lance,” Pietro moaned, twitching beneath his friend’s hands. “A-are you using your powers?” he moaned loudly, tossing his arm over his eyes as he began to blindly thrust up into older boy’s hand.

Lance grinned, his ace in the hole working it’s magic on the quivering flesh in his hand. He had been enraptured by Pietro’s quick fingers on his cock and thought that he’d be undone by the speed-demon, but it had reminded him of a talent he’d discovered. He lapped at a pale nipple, letting the mild vibrations emanate from his hand and bring the boy closer and closer to completion.

Pietro was moaning wantonly, his thrusts frantic and mindless as he neared the pinnacle of his desire. He was about to warn Lance of his situation, when the hand that had so skillfully held his cock up till then was removed and he was left naked and wanting. “Lance, man. What the fuck?” his was out of breath, desperate and pissed off. He expected that his friend was probably messing with him and enjoying leaving him in such a state. When he looked down, however, his breath caught in his throat.

The dark boy was lowering his mouth closer and closer to his twitching cock, all the while watching him through a smoldering gaze. “So,” Lance breathed, moments away from engulfing the straining need. “What do you want? Tell me what you need me to do. I want to hear you say it,” he playfully blew at the tip, carefully avoiding touching Pietro’s erection in any way.

“Oh, god. You’d better stop fucking with me, Lance. Just do it!” Pietro was desperate. He was so close. He was so hard it was painful and he almost wanted to cry with frustration at the time that the older boy was taking with him.

The rock tumbler chuckled, “Not exactly what I needed to hear man. Say it. What do you want?”

“Damnit, Lance! I want you to fucking put my dick in your mouth and suck me off. If you don’t, I’ll kick your ass!” the boy was frustrated, thrusting his hips into the air to try and get some sort of contact with the other boy.

Lance managed to avoid his friend’s thrusts and held his hips down on the bed and grinned mischievously. “What then?” he gave Pietro a look that mirrored the one the elfin youth had given him when he’d struck up their agreement. “I think you know what I’m talking about. What do you want me to do to you *after* I’ve sucked every last bit of cum from you?”

Pietro lay back on the bed, tossing his arm across his face in defeat. “I want you to fuck me, Lance! I want to feel your cock inside me and I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name,” his cries were desperate, his voice hoarse as he said whatever he thought Lance wanted to hear so that he could find his release. Lance chuckled, lowering his mouth onto the straining erection that begged for attention. He didn’t have much experience in such matters, but he did know what he liked and he did his best to mirror what few experiences he’d enjoyed. The rock tumbler grinned as his friend’s moans became louder, his movements more frantic and he increased the suction, running his tongue under the head in his mouth and took in as much of Pietro as he could, feeling his friend tense up with release. He drank in every drop that Pietro spent, licking along the length and continuing to suck, looking for more.

Once he was done, Lance crawled back up Pietro’s body, kissing the boy and letting him taste his own essence as its flavour still filled his mouth. They lay there for a moment before Lance decided that it was his turn to collect and crawled down Pietro’s body to prepare him. He instructed his friend to part his legs, giving him access to the tight pucker that beckoned him. “Uh, Pietro? What would make good lube?” he didn’t have a clue, not really having any experiences with any guys. He knew the basics, but he didn’t want to experiment with any ideas on the younger mutant.

Pietro looked up, dazed after his orgasm and seemed to take a few moments to process the request. “Lube? Man, fucking use spit for all I care… or lotion, do you have that?”

Lance looked around his room, suddenly realizing a bottle he kept near his bed and poured some onto his fingers, gently spreading the substance along Pietro’s opening.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” the younger boy cried out. “Man, what are you-oh!” his protests were cut short as Lance inserted a probing finger into him.

The dark haired boy pushed slowly, letting his finger become enveloped by the resisting muscle. He felt a surge of desire when he thought of what it would feel like when he was pushing the head of his cock inside. Shuddering at the thought he continued sliding his finger in up to the second knuckle before pulling it out again. He looked to his friend’s face to gauge his reaction. “You okay?” he asked. Pietro’s face was the picture of concentration and the pale boy only opened his eyes long enough to look down to give his friend an encouraging look. Lance took that as his cue and pushed the digit inside again, this time with more confidence as he pulled it out to push it in once more. The pale cock was beginning to spring to life as he fingered the tight opening, it twitched with desire as he pushed in a second and then third finger.

Pietro was moaning again, this time thrusting his hips up and down on the three fingers that invaded his entrance. He reached down to pull on his own engorged flesh as Lance spread his fingers, twisting them around and ensuring that his friend would be adequately prepared.

Lance sat back, watching the wanton display of lust as his friend jerked off in front of him. His ignored cock sprang up with renewed life as he saw the display. He hastily spread generous amounts of lotion along his slick cock before positioning himself between Pietro’s thighs. He pulled his friend’s legs apart, letting them rest along his muscled arms as he positioned himself at the well prepared entrance. He bit his lip, looking to his friend for reassurance as he noticed the other boy’s hand had slowed it’s vigorous stroking.

It was as if time had slowed down and Lance was suddenly acutely aware of exactly what they were doing. Pietro looked up at him with such smoldering lust in his eyes, but there was something more. He wondered what his friend was seeing in his own eyes; desire, acceptance, love? He was so hard for the boy that he was sure that his eyes were brimming with lust and the desire to fuck him into the mattress. It was not the time to consider his true feelings for Pietro. Love was something people more fortunate than them experienced, wasn’t it? If he’d loved Pietro he would have known before now. He moaned, nearly falling forward as his head was enveloped by Pietro’s tight warmth. He paused, trying to compose himself before continuing on. It was definitely not the time to consider love, when he was so caught up in the feel of that tight ass as it gripped his flesh, welcoming him inside with warmth and sticky desire.

As he inched inside he let himself lean closer over the boy, his hair falling all around his pale friend and he tried to catch his lips in a wet and preoccupied kiss. Pietro was helping him by thrusting up against him, letting him know that he was enjoying it, or at the very least, that he wasn’t in any pain.

It felt like eternity before Lance had finally finished burying himself inside of his friend, breathing deeply as he trembled under the weight of his pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked down on his friend, who was unreadable. “You okay?” he asked, before he proceeded any further. The speed-demon looked up at him, their faces inches apart and Lance was lost in those eyes. Pietro tilted his head up, kissing his friend as if to say it was alright. The older boy started at a slow pace, pulling out before sliding back in with a grunt, relishing the way that velvet ass clenched around him. After a few exploratory thrusts, Lance increased the force he used, shaking the bed and drawing short gasps from his friend. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He was lost in the feeling that pulled at the centre of his being as his hips slid forward and snapped back rhythmically, drawing gasps and moans from his lips as he continued.

He could feel himself losing control of the situation as his spine tingled, signaling his oncoming orgasm. Their bodies slid together, slick with sweat and the pre cum that leaked from Pietro’s weeping cock. The pale boy was reaching down to help himself along to his plateau, but Lance swatted his hands away, gripping the desire instead. He stroked along with his thrusts, matching his rhythm as he neared his own completion. His hand worked on instinct as he frantically jerked his hips back and forth, feeling his muscles tighten and the sweet waves of release washed over him. He was vaguely aware of the other boy stiffening as he cried out Lance’s name, but the older boy was too far gone as he threw his head back and cried out.

His release left a warmth settling in his heart and he leaned forward to press a kiss against the pale, damp neck of the body beneath him. The aftershocks of Pietro’s orgasm teased the sensitive head of Lance’s cock as he pulled free of the quivering entrance. Allowing himself to collapse on the bed beside his friend, he wrapped his arms around the smaller frame, pulling him in close before closing his eyes to let sleep take him.

~End Chapter 12~