Silver Spoon

"Alrighty!" Cole's eyes darted up from his desk, toward the limber figure hanging in the door way with bursts of energy emanating off his expensive Armani suit. "It's Friday, Coley." Russell strode across the room, plastic bag dangling tauntingly in his hand.

"Oh....yay?"

"You're so cute when you're a cynic." Russell presented the bag to Cole. "This is for you."

Confused, Cole reached and took the bag, pulling it into a crumple on his lap and opening it up. They were clothes, rather glam rock from what Cole could see and on top of the pile of clothes were an expensive pair of shades with obvious intent.

"Ummm...why?"

"Well, we're going clubbing tonight! You didn't like the classy dinner, so I figured I'd try another tactic."

"And these clothes?"

"I picked them out myself. You'll look smoking hot. Trust me on this."

"Do I have to wear them?"

"Yup. Anyways, I've got some work to do so I'll see you later." Russell disappeared in his office, Cole's dark eyes following him until the door shut. He let out a sigh.

As always, he settled into his usual routine, taking an early lunch at eleven, and then returning to answer the calls of the many people with their legal concerns. As a brief reprieve from endless answering presented itself, Cole was just reclining in his leather chair when he heard a chime ring through the air.

Not the office phone, his eyes trailing from the phone to his cell where an unknown number was flashing on the display.

He picked it up, "Hello, Cole speaking."

"Hey baby. It's been a while."

"Trevor? How did you get this number!?"

"I've got my ways. You miss me?"

"Only about as much as I miss the holocaust, or 9/11."

"You don't change do you..." The gravely voice purred. "I bet you still wear those glasses."

"Good bye, Trevor."

He hung up before the other man could get a word in edge wise. The ex-boyfriend from hell. The man was ten years older than him, which was fine because Cole liked older guys. What wasn't fine was stalking him, wire tapping his phone and leaving short of five hundred voicemails on his phone and twice as many texts.

To remedy any further intrusions until he could change his number, Cole turned his cell phone off and picked up the office phone now ringing angrily.

The work day drew to a close, and before Cole could call James Bond and ask for advice on how to slip out of the office unnoticed, the door to Russell's office swung open, the blond attorney hanging in the door way.

And looked ready for sex.

Tight black jeans painted to slim, youthful legs with a studded belt added purely for cosmetic attire. A black tank top was pulled tight over broad golden shoulders where his long golden locks tickled with childish mischief. His body, slim, but very muscled, was the epitome of what the ancient greek's idolized and Cole was ashamed to admit that the new look caused blood to rush to certain parts of his anatomy.

"Hey! What do you think?" Russell spun around.

Sexy as hell. "You look like a cheap fuck in a back alley."

"You want that?"

"You're a pervert."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm Satan, I know how you feel about me." Russell took the bag Cole had discarded to the floor, Cole's eyes, in need of punishment, taking note of the curling muscle as Russell presented the bag to his ebony haired secretary. "Get changed."

"Fine..." Cole took the bag and disappeared into Russell's expansive office. He took note that there was a large window for a back wall, which would make changing awkward. Ah, it was the tenth story, what could happen?

He stripped, his white dress shirt shirt and tie being the first to be discarded to the floor, his slimly built form exposed to the sunlight spilling in through the window. He stepped out of his loafers and peeled his socks off. Next were his slacks, and from the looks of the jeans inside of the bag he wouldn't be able to wear boxers so he peeled his underwear off too.

As he bent to step out of his slacks and boxers, his body bare in the room, he became aware of the shadow casting in through the window. He glanced behind him, noticing the window cleaner on his little raising platform, smiling and raking his eyes over Cole's body.

He gave a thumbs up.

"Fucking pervert!!!" Cole yelled, covering himself as the window cleaner decided to move to the next window to clean, but not before making a rather leud grab of his crotch. Cole hoped he was an employee that didn't ever step inside the building, other wise he would never hear the end of it.

"Everything okay in there?" Russell asked from the other side of the door.

"It's fine, I think your window cleaner is gonna be happy tonight, though."

Cole pulled a pair of black jeans out of the back and stepped into them. "Holy fuck! What size are these jeans!?" Cole began to desperately yank up the jeans.

"Male size 25."

"Goddamn it, Taylor! I wear a 28!"

"I know, it's such a shame. You should wear tighter clothes." Russell paused. "And would you please call me Russell?"

"These aren't gonna fit."

"That's the point, you make em fit and show your hot body."

"I don't have a hot body!" Not everyone could be Russell Taylor. The jeans were at his waist now, although they may very well prevent Cole from ever having children.

After apparently using witchcraft to zip and button the jeans, Cole pulled the shirt out of the bag, which was barely a stitch of fabric, and pulled it over his head. It just barely covered his midriff, and if he raised his arms it would expose everything up to his navel. The sleeves, high on the arms, were tight and exposed his slender arms. The neck was a v-cut that exposed more of his shoulders than normal.

After putting on the shoes and trading his glasses with the shades in the bag, Cole stepped out of the room, more timid that he would like to be.

Russell, sitting in the chair at his desk, wasted no time in exploring Cole's body. "Fuuuuck. You're hot."

"I look like a lap dance."

"You could give me one, if that would make you happy."

"Pervert. Let's just go before anyone see's me like this, and tries to slip me a roofie."

"It'll probably be me." Russell purred as he ushered Cole on, leading the smaller framed assistant from the building, where both were met with twisted stares from confused office workers who witnessed the awkward attire of "esteemed employees."

Though, it was already expected of Russell to walk around in such a state. Cole had a reputation to up hold! He wasn't some bar hopping skank that wore ridiculous clothing to woo suitors.

To the Lamborghini in the parking garage, where Cole took his seat in the passenger's seat, and Russell hopped in the drivers seat. He started up the car, letting the engine purr for a moment while he pierced Cole with his crisp blue eyes.

"Hope you called your mommy. You're gonna be out late."

"Fantastic. How late are we talking?"

"Oh, two, three o'clock in the morning. Depends on how hopping the club is."

"....Wonderful."

And then Russell wasted no time in speeding from the parking garage, pedestrians not taken to mind. Down the stretch of highway, going at least thirty miles over the speed limit. But then, he had the Taylor family behind him, no cop would give him a ticket.

The car sped down roads Cole had never thought to even give a second glance, usually because the scantly clad men and women selling "oranges" at the red light on these particular streets.

Down to the seediest, dankest, and most heavily populated part of the city, to the most tasteful little night club named, Hawt Cawk. Because misspelling were cute....and were good protection against public uses of profanity.

What a wonderful night this would be. He could get a drink, and be raped all the while painfully catchy music played and people strung out on ecstasy engaged in sexual interactions otherwise known as dancing. Fun, fun.

"Come on, let's go!"

Saying farewell to a quiet night out, Cole stepped out of the car and followed Russell to the door where both were halted by a bouncer with rather...unique dress code. In that his shirt cut at the midriff.

Halted, but one flash of his i.d. calling the bouncer down like Hades to Cerberus, Cole was whisked into the dark hallway that was the entrance to the night club, the music already deafening on his ears.

Russell wrapped his arm around Cole's neck, pulling the ebony haired man close to his defined chest muscles. "Well, here we are sugar bottom!"

"Two things. One. Never call me sugar bottom again. And two..." Cole placed a vice like grip on Russell's arm. "Take it off, or I'll break it off."

"So cold man, you realize how popular you'll be if we're seen together? You'll be the talk of the club, fuck the whole city."

"Because that's exactly what I want. Popularity."

Pushing through the dark curtain, the flashing lights, loud music, and already troves of dancing sex fiends filled both floors of the club. It was surprising that it was little more than a place to contract crabs, given the location of the club, yet the music was good, and two stories seemed to add some air of sophistication, despite the caged men hanging from the ceiling dancing in little to no clothing.

Russell guided Cole to the second floor, an area more for watchers than dancers, the crowd on the stairs parting for the two, Cole receiving more than one glance for his company.

Up to the second floor, where Russell gave Cole an empty spot to lean on the railing and watch the people dance and lose more clothing than money.

"Wait here, I'll get you a drink." Russell boomed over the music.

Russell disappeared back into the crowd, Cole reclining on the balcony railing and looking down at the myriad of flashing lights dancing with the many attendants in the bar.

He became aware of a presence beside him.

"Hey, what's your name?" Cole glanced to the boy. Nineteen at best, and Cole had no idea how he got into the club. But then, in all honesty Cole wasn't exactly legal to be in, his twenty first birthday still a month away. But, the boy had shining blue eyes, and dark hair that contrasted beautifully, which may have been used to give an illusion of maturity.

"It's Cole."

"I'm Jake. You're here with Russell?"

"Sort of..." Cole grumbled.

"Hey, could you do me a favor then?"

"I don't know you well enough to do you any favors."

"Just, back off. I've been playing that angle for a while, and maybe you could put in a good word for me."

Cole didn't even know why he found that so strange. Maybe it was because a cute younger boy had been playing Russell, and Russell hadn't tossed him a bone? But, Cole didn't like being told to "back off" even if he gladly would.

"He's not my boyfriend. You want him, you take him."

"Not your boyfriend? You must think you're hot shit, you're not even Russell's type! I bet you're just some guy he took pity on. Now, back off and let me have a shot!"

"Excuse me!?" Cole didn't like Russell. Never claimed to. But he didn't like to be challenged far more, and this little "cute" twink was clearly challenging him. Who was Cole not to oblige?

"He BEGGED me to come out with him. Begged! What does that say about you? If you've been after him for a while now and he hasn't even tossed you some pity sex, then you must be even worse than me." Cole didn't even know where that came from. Was he about to fight this kid? This kid he didn't know, over a guy he didn't like.

"Hey, Cole!" Cole turned his dark eyes away from Jake, back to the crowd that Russell was shoving himself through, a dry martini in each hand. He wiggled between Cole and Jake on the railing, completely ignoring the other boy as he passed a drink to Cole. "Dry martini, I figured it was your kind of drink."

Cole flashed an arrogant smile to Jake, watching on from Russell's back. "Thanks."

"H-Hey, Russell, you remember me?" Jake patted Russell on the shoulder, turning the blond's attention to him.

"Ummmm, should I?" Cole wanted to laugh.

"W-Well, I really like you, and was wandering if you'd like to go out some time..."

"Not really, I'm with someone right now." It was almost sad how aloof Russell made himself sound.

"But he's not your type!"

"How do you know? I think you should move along now."

Grumbling, defeated, and pissed off, Jake stormed away in a huff and disappeared in the ocean of people.

Russell leaned over the balcony and sipped his martini. "I hate people like that...."

Cole followed suit and sipped his martini. "People like what?"

"Forget it..."

"Hey! You dragged me out tonight, at least humor me with some conversation."

"My, are you interested in what I have to say my dear little Coley Woley..?" Russell teased, nuzzling the air mockingly.

"Fine, forget I asked."

"I'm playing...I'll tell you what I meant, if..." Russell took another another sip. "If you'll tell me why you wear fake glasses."

"...Sure...why not?" Cole sighed, his drink suddenly no longer appealing to him. "You said it before yourself. I'm beautiful. You didn't say handsome, you said beautiful. Well, people thought the same damn thing in High School. I wasn't a handsome boy, I was a beautiful boy. I got teased because of it. One day...I just got tired of cleaning the word 'fag' painted on my locker so I went to a glasses shop and found the biggest, ugliest pair of glasses they had and put them on. People knew what I was doing at first, but I kept wearing them. Eventually, I became just another dork that ghosted through high school, and I was okay with that. The bullying stopped and I could stop feeling so insecure about my appearance."

"You're not in high school anymore."

"Yeah, I know. But, they're part of my identity now. I feel naked without them."

Russell processed the information Cole had told him, and then spoke. "...I hate people who approach me for who I am..." Cole turned his attention to Russell, who was staring off into the sea of people below. "I'm never the handsome guy across the bar, waiting for someone to approach him. I'm Kenneth Taylor's son, looking for someone soooo sexy that I'll marry them and give them a piece of the Taylor fortune."

"You oblige them though."

"So cold, Cole. I didn't at first. I turned them all away, but eventually I got tired of people treating me like that, so I started obliging them. They threw there selves at me, if they're left cold in the morning, then it's there fault. That guy a moment ago was no different than the others."

Cole laughed. "My, you're actually much darker than I thought you were."

"...Heh. I can be an evil genius, you know!" Before Cole could stop him, Russell was already off the railing, and now had his arms wrapped around Cole's waist, pulling the smaller one securely against his tight chest muscles, his chin resting on Cole's shoulder.

And Cole didn't mind it.

He figured he must be a lightweight, and drunk from a few sips of martini, because there was no way he was actually feeling comfortable in Russell's arms.

"That's why I like you. You knew who I was, hell, you worked for me. You were close to me, and you're extremely good looking without those glasses. You could have tried to seduce me at any time, but you didn't. You actually couldn't stand me, and that made me want you even more."

"Isn't that the logic of a spoiled, rich child? Wanting what you can't have?"

"Maybe...but I've always gotten what I want and I'm too old to learn any different." Russell pushed the lip of his own martini to Cole's lips. "I really like you Cole."

"You're making this weird...." Cole drank the martini anyway. He needed to be drunk, he'd have something to blame his odd feelings on. These genuine emotions spilling from Russell as he bore his soul, they were supposed to be mocked, not reciprocated.

"Let's go dance."

"I don't dance."

"I'll teach you." He pulled Cole tighter. "Give me a chance...pleaaase."

"....Fine..." They lay their glasses on a nearby table, and walked down the stairs of the balcony, to the dance floor where the crowd parted for the two to walk through, Russell never losing his position at Cole's back, his arms never unclasping around Cole's waist.

To the middle, where Russell spun Cole around and ground their hips together, and swayed his hips in sensual rhythm with the music. "See, just go with the music. Don't think...just let your body move on it's own." Russell purred.

And Cole blushed. How was it that he was losing his sanity with just one drink!? Was this how weak his will power was? Their bodies began to move, swaying, grinding, Russell's hands tightly clenched on Cole's narrow hips.

"Not bad, you're a natural." Russell purred.

"Shut up, I feel like some...twinkie..."

"You're sexy...c'mon just move with the music."

The music guiding their bodies, so close and intimate against one another as they danced, Cole felt heat stirring in his cheeks as they moved, the pulse surging through their bodies. The crowd of people vanished, the music died out, and there was only Russell and Cole in their own little world, dancing, close, and their bodies burning.

Time passed, they drank, they danced, and they talked. Russell shared stories with Cole that paired with the alcohol to put the colder male into an uncharacteristic fit of giggles.

Three o'clock at night, Russell hailed a cab and the two settled into the back seat back to Russell's house. They continued to laugh in their drunken stupor, their broken perception of time not allowing them to know they arrived at Russell's apartment complex until the cab driver was yelling at them.

"Oh, shit, we're here!" Russell stretched out.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later."

"W-Well, it's a long ways back to your place right? You could sleep it off here for the night, I promise to be good."

"Russell...I dunno..."

"Hey! Make up your damn mind! Drunk idiots!" The cab driver screamed.

"Wait just a damn minute! Like you've got somewhere to be!" Cole retaliated. Not his stronger come back, but he was a little tipsy.

"C'mon, I'll call a cab in the morning and you can go home."

"Fine..." Cole stepped out of the cab, which sped away before his second foot barely had time to step out, and followed Russell into the complex, up to the ninth story and to his room which was very nicely furnished, but much smaller than Cole would have thought. It was modern, plush, tasteful furniture matching everything from the drapes to the carpet and only one bedroom. It was, by every sense of the word, a rich bachelor pad.

"I'm gonna go change into something more comfy, I'll get you something to wear too." Russell disappeared into his bed room, leaving Cole to stand aimlessly in the living room and look at the room, and the nice couch he'd be sleeping on for the night.

Mere minutes passed and Russell re-emerged, his clubbing outfit shed and now only a pair of knit pajama bottoms clinging to his narrow hips, his muscled, tanned body completely exposed to the cold nip of the room, and to Cole's shamefully wondering eyes. Cole forgave them though, his eyes were as drunk as he was.

He crossed through the room, his muscles tensing and releasing with each step, and presented Cole with a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of sleep pants. "Here, you can wear these."

"Thanks." Fucking eyes! They were glued to Russell's belly, and he was pretty sure the blond was aware of it. But it was such a glorious sight.

"You checking me out?" Russell's pearly white teeth were beared in a sinister smile.

"No!" Cole tried to hurry away, but Russell captured his wrist, and pulled their bodies together again, Cole's surprised violet eyes gazing up into Russell's smoldering blue orbs.

"I-I thought you said you were gonna be good."

"I may have lied." He kissed Cole's temple. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Surprisingly, yes." Cole squirmed to escape the uncomfortable closeness.

"I'm glad." His voice was drunken and husky. Cole shivered. "You look really good in that outfit...maybe I could help you change?"

"You're sounding really perverted now. Creep." Cole tried to hide his face, in Russell's chest off all places. And fuck if he didn't smell good.

"That's right, I'm a creep. And I'm gonna make you love this creep." He tipped Cole's chin, forcing eye contact.

"Shit..." He was drunk. He knew it. Because he wanted Russell now. Wanted him badly.

"You're really hard, I can feel it." Russell's hands scoped down Cole's narrow back, clutching the soft end that was his ass, and pulled him tight so their erections pressed one another.

"I'm drunk!"

"Tell me to get off and I will."

"Get off."

True to his word, Russell released Cole and headed for his room. "G'night then."

"W-Wait!? You're really just gonna leave?"

"I said if you told me, I would."

"Like that would stop you."

"I'm not gonna rape you Cole. Either you want me now, or you'll want me later. But I'm never going to force you. But, that doesn't mean I'll give up. I'm very persistent."

"Maybe I just needed more teasing..." Cole's cheeks burned.

"Sorry, I'm not making the first move again. Good night, Cole. See you in the morning." He was testing Cole! The nerve. Everything from the seductive sway of his hips, to the arrogant smile he flashed Cole as he moved to the bedroom.

Let him go. Let him go. Let him go. Cole repeated the mantra in his head over, and over, ad nosium. Once the door shut, he'd change clothes, and sleep off the drunken idiot that was finding Russell so attractive.

But, the drunk idiot had control of his legs.

He darted across the room, and tackled Russell, pushing the blond's body across the floor and collapsing on top of Russell as he fell on top of the bed.

"Well...I didn't expect this." Fucking liar.

"Me neither..."

"But, it's tradition that secretaries be fucked on their own desk." Russell grabbed Cole's rather luscious ass.

"Who said I was gonna be the bitch?"

"You look like a bitch."

"Well--" Russell took hold of Cole's hips, and flipped the brunette on his back hovering over him, and brushed the other's lips with his own.

Russell plucked the shades off of Cole's face, gazing into the other's steely violet depths as his lips kissed a hot trail across Cole's face. "Look at me the whole time...." Russell purred. "Or I swear to god I'll stop."

"You're bluffing."

"I can jerk off. It's no big deal."

"God damn it, can we just do this already?"

With a tip of his chin, Cole found himself staring into lusty, animalistic blue eyes. They were eyes that could melt a man with a single glance, and Cole held little power before them. They were different now. They weren't shining with mischief like they always did, they didn't seem arrogant, and they didn't seem like the eyes of a skirt chasing pervert. They were possessive, like the eyes of a mountain lion ready to pounce it's prey.

"I'm gonna make you want this. You're gonna be begging."

"I don't beg."

"Hmm, then maybe it's high time you started." Russell made his descent, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his lips to Cole's. Cole's hands reached around, stroked the hard expanse of Russell's back as he pulled the warm body ever closer. How could he want these lips? How could he want this body? He felt he was suddenly the poster-boy to stop drinking.

But his body acted on it's own, crooning into the body and opening his mouth to Russell's curious tongue. Their tongues played, danced, and Russell swallowed a shameful moan that escaped Cole's mouth.

They broke, the slop trail of the kiss breaking and falling down Cole's chin.

The slightest tint of scarlet crossed Cole's chin as he tried to reclaim the breath Russell had effectively taken. "You taste good." Russell cooed so sweetly.

"I'm not food."

Russell pecked Cole's lips again, his hands now roaming under the hem of Cole's black t-shirt and dragging it over his head. Russell took a moment to gaze at the sheer beauty that was the boy beneath him, his porcelain skin so soft and creamy to the touch. No predominant muscle, which only added to his ethereal beauty, and a trail of black hairs from his navel to disappear below the waist band of his pants.

"You're beautiful."

"Stop calling me beautiful! I'm a guy!"

Russell again captured Cole's full lips to silence his complaints. "Those assholes--" He whispered as their kiss broke. "Who teased you aren't here, Cole. When I call you beautiful, I mean it."

"But---"

"Quiet now. You're mine for the night." Russell latched his mouth to the supple nape of Cole's neck, kissing, sucking and biting the tender flesh until he marred the flesh with his numerous marks. Marks of territory. Each nip was met with the most sensual moan Russell had ever heard, Cole's hands stroking Russell's wavy blond roots.

He scoped Cole's soft body, traced the curves and hollows down to his jeans, one hand working the belt and the zipper while the other tugged down desperately.

"Say my name..." Russell purred as he licked the bruised skin of Cole's neck. "Cry it out."

"Oooh, Johnny..."

"That's not funny." Russell harshly nipped Cole's nipple in his descent downward, rewarded with a pained cry from his lover.

"It feels good Russell...." Cole blushed as Russell again made eye contact, his coffee colored nipple now being teased by Russell's sinfully talented tongue. "S-Shit!" Cole arched his back, pressing his nipple fully into Russell's mouth who sucked it, flicking it until it was naught but a hardened bud with his tongue.

"R-Russell..." He cried out.

"Ah, so these are your weaknesses huh? That's so cute." Russell pinched the other one, and licked a hot trail down Cole's quivering body. The jeans, now unclasped, were met with little resistance as Russell dragged them down Cole's thighs, baring his now naked body for Russell's hungry eyes.

"You're really hard." Russell poked Cole's hard length.

"You're doing a good job. I can see why those people come into the office so desperate."

"It ain't for me. It's for my money..." Russell licked the base of Cole's erection, up to the red head, relishing the moans and cries of his name spilling from Cole's lips. He trailed up gripping the base, and licking the pearly white pre-ejaculate from the head, holding down the small framed man beneath him as he gazed up at the violet eyes looking on anxiously.

He gripped the base and dipped his mouth down on Cole's throbbing sex, swallowing it with one dip, burying his nose in the nest of soft black curls. He held Cole's belly, keeping the other from thrusting up into his mouth, allowing Russell to set the pace as he took Cole in.

Cole moaned out, intense heat engulfing his member. The sight of Russell's blue eyes staring at him as his mouth moved up and down his cock added another layer of intensity to the incredible blow. Cole lost himself in those eyes, swimming with so much desire as the son of such a powerful man took him into his mouth.

It was becoming to much, he threw his head back in rampant moans and came hard, filling Russell's mouth with his essence, all of which was eagerly devoured.

"Oooh, you came so quickly."

"You gonna make fun of me, you ass?"

"Not at all." Russell captured Cole's lips again, bruising his lips with a hard kiss, their tongues sloppily meshing together as Russell peeled off his own sleep pants, and reached to the nightstand for a condom.

Naked himself, Russell broke the kiss and pushed the pink wrapper to Cole's parted lips. "Bite down and help me tear this."

Cole obliged, feeling a bit naughty as he met Russell's eyes with equal mischief, he bit the tip of the square wrapper as Russell pulled and tore it open.

Properly wrapped with the pre-lubricated condom, Russell spread Cole's legs as pushed the head of his member to Cole's twitching hole. "I'm pretty big..."

"Are you really bragging now of all times?"

"I don't want to hurt you, Cole."

"I never took you to be so considerate."

"Cole..."

With a roll of his eyes, Cole gave Russell the necessary encouragement by lifting his body and pressing his lips to Russell's. Brief, and chaste, but as he lay back, Cole spread his legs further. "I'll be fine. Just...do it already."

"Alright, I'll go slow..." Pushing his powerful hips forward, he eased himself inside of Cole's heat, kissing Cole's collar bone as he did so, until Cole was a shuddering mass clinging to him, and Russell's cock was buried to the pubic hair.

"It's....tight..."

"You're big."

Russell nipped Cole's collar bone, withdrawing his length, and sinking back in. Such a divine feeling, those inner walls clenching around him.

Cole's finger nails scored his back, his lips parted in guttural moans. Russell repeated, completely withdrawing, and sinking back in. The process was done in a slowly accelerating pace, Cole's and Russell's lips glued together as their bodies joined at the hip.

Russell began to thrust harder, rolling his hips as he pushed into Cole. Cole's back arched, Russell's hand wrapping around his reawakened member.

"Harder!" Cole cried out.

"Fuuuuck, you're so tight, Cole!" Russell kissed any inch of skin his could get his lips to, thrusting into Cole with wild abandon.

Cole cried out, swimming in the sea of pleasure that was Russell's outstanding ability to fuck a person blind. Lights burning through his eyes, Cole came in thick splashes along his and Russell's belly. As his body contracted and spasmed, his body clamped down around Russell.

And with little ability left to hold himself any longer, Russell came, holding himself deep and giving a few post orgasm thrusts afterward to completely empty himself.

Taking a moment to gather his composure, Russell discarded the condom and collapsed next to Cole, snuggling close to his new lover.

"Funny..."

"What?" Russell asked, burying his nose to the crook of Cole's neck.

"I never took you for a cuddler."

A coy smile pulled at Russell's lips as he pulled Cole closer. "I'm not."

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Drunk sex, we all regret it in the morning! I'm already working on the next chapter, so I hope to have it posted soon. This chapter didn't have much funny in it, but there was smut! More funny and more smut to come, later!.