The Big Bang: Or, Getting Lucky part 2

In which Chris and Tim get their fireworks finale. Enjoy!

Chris slid his hands under Tim’s t-shirt, his fingers finding soft smooth skin as Tim devoured Chris’s mouth. The kiss tasted of beer and an underlying flavor that was just Tim. Impatient fingers worked at the button of Chris’s shorts, never breaking the rhythm of the cock thrusting against his belly.

Boom! Pop! Bang!

The sky behind Tim filled with glittering stars of more colors than Chris could name. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled Tim’s neck, inhaling the scents of salt air, sun-screen and sweat. He licked a long line up that tempting throat, nipped Tim’s earlobe.

His zipper was yanked down, his lips captured once more. His tongue was sucked into the warm, wet cavern of Tim’s mouth and slender hands shoved his shorts down his hips.

“Whoa,” Chris gasped, tearing his mouth from Tim’s. “Shouldn’t we go inside?”

“Why?” Tim grinned down at him. “You said you wanted to watch the fireworks.”

“Yeah, but–”

“So? Let’s get naked and start the show.”

Chris thought about asking what if Tim’s roommates came home, but when Tim’s fingers closed around his cock he decided he didn’t really give a shit if everybody on the boardwalk came over and watched.

“Oh baby, you have a gorgeous cock.” Tim stroked him, fingers twisting in a brain-numbing cork-screw, thumb swiping over the tip. “If you can get it up again after I fuck your brains out I want to ride it.”

Chris thrust into Tim’s hand. “Anything you want, baby.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Bang! Shimmering pink, orange and gold fountained higher and higher in the night sky, burst and fell back to earth.

Tim nipped at Chris’s chin. “Hey! I must be doing something wrong if You can still watch the fireworks.” His hand slipped lower and lightly squeezed Chris’s balls. “Get these shorts off so I can get you ready, gorgeous.”

Chris scrambled to his knees and did as he was told, shucking his clothes without care for style or modesty. Tim did the same.

Bang! Boom!

Chris dropped his shorts then his t-shirt to the roof, his eyes never leaving the gorgeous man stripping right before his eyes with the sparkling fireworks as a backdrop.

Light and shadow played over the contours of Tim’s body as he dropped to his knees next to Chris. With a hand on his chest, he pushed Chris back on the blanket. Slowly, Tim crawled up the length of Chris’s body like some kind of sleekly muscled predator, pausing when he knelt by Chris’s face. Taking his cock in his hand he tapped it against Chris’s lips. “Suck it. But don’t make me come. I want to come in your ass, sweetness.”

Obediently, Chris opened his mouth and swallowed Tim down. He loved sucking cock, could do it all night except that he was dying to get Tim’s cock up his ass.

“Ah,” Tim groaned. Leaning down, he rubbed his cheek along Chris’s inner thigh, then he bit him.

Chris flinched, gasping around the cock in his mouth. His own cock jerked as Tim sucked up a mark on Chris’s leg high up near his crotch.

Tim lifted his head and grinned at Chris through a curtain of hair. “now you’ll wear my mark, gorgeous.” He thrust into Chris’s mouth, punctuating each word with another thrust. “Every …” Thrust. “Single …” Thrust. “Guy …” Thrust “You …” Thrust. “Fuck …” Thrust. “Ah, shit, baby.”

Oh God!

Boom! Bam! Bang! Lights filled the sky as a warm, wet tongue swept over Chris’s balls then teased the sensitive patch of skin halfway between balls and asshole before dipping lower.

Tim’s cock pulled free of Chris’s mouth with a wet pop just as his tongue whirled around Chris’s hole.

“Ah shit!” Chris’s cock jerked, leaving a wet trail on his belly.

“Mmm, so good, you like that, baby?” Tim’s hands gripped Chris’s ass-cheeks, pulling them apart for better access. Tim’s tongue speared Chris’s hole like a little cock, fucking and licking and driving every thought from Chris’s addled brain.

“God, Tim, stop.” Chris’s fingers fisted in Tim’s hair and yanked. “You’re going to make me come.”

Tim laughed. “We can’t have that, can we? Not yet anyway.” And with one last lick along Chris’s crease Tim sat up. “Here, baby, get me ready.”

A condom was pressed into Chris’s hand. Chris tore at the packet with his teeth, thinking only of getting that beautiful cock inside him in the next thirty seconds.

Warm, wet fingers slid along his crease then he was being stretched. First one finger then two then three were thrust inside him, the burn far less intense for the foreplay he’d been treated to.

At last he got the condom open and smoothed onto Tim’s cock.

“How do you want me?” Chris panted.

“Just like that on your back, gorgeous. So you can see the fireworks while I’m fucking you.” Tim pushed Chris’s knees up. “Let me see that sweet, little hole where my big cock is going.”

Looping his hands behind his knees, Chris pulled his legs up and apart, spreading himself like a slut as colored lights exploded over head and his dick leaked steadily on his belly.

“Beautiful.” Tim leaned over Chris and braced one hand beside Chris’s head. The head of his cock nudged Chris’s entrance. “You really are beautiful, Chris. You know that?”

Before Chris could answer, not that he had an answer, Tim’s lips captured his in a hard kiss. He tasted himself in Tim’s mouth, dark and rich and so fucking hot. Tim pushed. There was pressure then the sudden give of Chris’s internal muscles. Then that burn and stretch as he was filled with the steely length of Tim’s cock.

Tim paused, his balls resting against Chris’s ass, and looked down at him, his hair falling in soft waves over his eyes. “Okay, baby? Shit, but you’re tight.” He took a long breath and Chris felt him shudder. “God.” He rested his forehead against Chris’s. “Tell me when, okay? I don’t want to hurt you. But, Christ! You’re going to make me crazy.”

Chris swallowed, licked his lips. “Move. Please? Fuck me.”

Tim let out a shaky laugh and began to move. He pulled almost all the way out then thrust back in, dragging his cock over Chris’s gland, lighting sparks along Chris’s spine.

Boom! Bang! Zoom! Bam!

Tim thrust. Chris rocked, meeting Tim thrust for thrust, fighting the orgasm boiling up from his balls. Not yet … not yet … not yet …

The slap of skin on skin, the ragged gasps and pants all blended in melded with the sound of the celebration in the sky over the beach.

“Jerk yourself off, baby,” Tim panted. “Want to watch you come for me. Want to lick it off you when we’re done.”

Oh shit! That was so hot!

Chris gripped his cock and stroked, speeding up and slowing down, matching his rhythm with the cock in his ass.

“Oh shit, Chris, I can’t wait. Come for me, baby.” Tim’s hips jerked, his thrusts growing short and sharp.

BoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoom!

The night sky lit up, a million colors reflected behind Chris’s lids as he squeezed his eyes shut. His balls pulled tight and his fingers dug into Tim’s side. His cock jerked and pulsed as Wet heat spread between them. Tim shoved in deep and held himself there, his cock swelled and throbbed against Chris’s hole as overhead the fireworks finale echoed their private celebration on the roof.

Tim let out a shaky breath. “Shit, that was amazing.” He lowered himself on Chris’s chest, his cock slipping free of Chris’s ass. He rubbed his cheek against Chris’s. “Happy 4th of July, Chrisy.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Guess I missed the finale, huh?”

Chris laughed and nipped Tim’s jaw. “Don’t worry, babe. There’s always Labor Day.”

Written by Kimberly Gardner

As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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