“SHANDY, wake up.” Trey shook his roommate awake a little after nine p.m.
Shandy rolled over slowly. “What time is it?” he asked drowsily.
“Time for that blowjob you owe me,” Trey said, running a finger down Shandy’s smooth chest, across rock hard abs, and along a narrow treasure trail. He kept going until Shandy grasped his wrist.
“Just a bloody minute, mate. I don’t owe you a blowjob.”
“Are you sure?” Trey frowned, his ash blond eyebrows drawing together over aquamarine eyes.
“Of course I’m sure, wanker.” On the last word, Shandy yanked hard on Trey’s wrist, pulling the other young man onto the bed. Trey went willingly, slipping his arms around his roomie. Shandy rolled once more so that he was atop Trey and gazed down at his friend. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Shandy said, smiling and tracing Trey’s lips with a forefinger. “I’m really glad I decided to move to the Colonies to realize my cherished dream of becoming a rich and fabulous waiter.”
Trey laughed as he combed his fingers through the handsome Englishman’s thick dark hair. “It’s a shame you’re such a dog, or I’d fall in love with you.”
“So kind of you to throw me a sympathy fuck now and then,” Shandy replied.
“The least I can do for someone so grotesque.”
“You’re a bloody saint, Trey.”
“You’re only right, Shandy.”
Trey slid his hands down the other man’s long back to the upper curve of his firm and enticingly round buttocks. Shandy shifted so his cock wouldn’t be squashed and let more of his weight rest on Trey’s slender form.
“You’re hard,” Shandy observed.
“You tend to have that effect, sugar,” Trey said.
Shandy grinned and darted forward to kiss Trey quickly before drawing back. “I can’t believe it’s New Year’s Eve and I’m alone,” he said, his mood changing rapidly from merry to morose.
“Well, thank you very much.”
“You know very well what I mean,” Shandy said. “I love you, but….”
“But you don’t love me,” Trey finished for him.
“You’re like a brother,” Shandy said.
“Or at least a kissing cousin.” Trey chuckled and stole a kiss of his own.
Shandy made a gentle humping motion, brushing his groin over the other man’s and Trey’s smirk evaporated in a puff of lust. Shandy was prepared for retaliation, and Trey’s counter-attack did little more than exacerbate the situation. Trey moaned in frustration as his bucking dragged his stiff cock across his friend’s stirring shaft. The silk pajama bottoms Trey wore added another dimension to the delicious sensation of skin sliding against skin, as Shandy leaned forward and grazed Trey’s taut nipples with his own hard nubs. Trey groaned and let go of Shandy’s buttocks, sliding a hand between them to reach for his cock. Shandy grabbed Trey’s wrists and pinned them to the bed. Trey stopped fighting and looked up, panting with excitement.
“Make up your mind, you sonuvabitch,” Trey said. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Shandy gazed into Trey’s passion-glazed eyes, a complicated expression softening his flawless features. “Someday—all kidding about sympathy fucks aside—someday you and I are going to tango.”
“But not today,” Trey sighed in resignation.
Shandy kissed the tip of Trey’s nose and got off him. Trey’s hand dove for his own erection, but his friend stopped him. “That’s a no-no,” Shandy said, wagging a finger at his friend. “Leave it. It’s the perfect accessory for the outfit you’ll be wearing.”
Trey groaned melodramatically. “You aren’t going to hold me to that, are you?”
“It’ll be fun,” Shandy said. “I dress you and you dress me.”