In The Dark

The next evening, they both lay in their beds, feeling aroused, but both waiting for the other to make the first move. Cliff finally was the one to cave, standing up and walking over to Gray’s bed. Gray smirked to himself, starting to turn on his side, but his roommate stopped him. He urged him silently to lie on his back, and Gray trembled with desire, wondering what was going to happen. Cliff straddled him at his knees. Gray could hear Cliff panting in the darkness as he tugged down on Gray’s boxers. He was already hard, and Cliff gripped it with both hands, massaging it lightly. Gray moaned quietly, thrusting his hips up at Cliff, wanting more.

Suddenly, Cliff’s head moved down towards Gray’s hardness. Gray gasped in surprise and pleasure as he felt Cliff’s lips press against his throbbing member. He slowly parted them, and his tongue crept out, teasing Gray. Gray groaned in pleasurable frustration as he bucked his hips up towards Cliff’s mouth, trying to get him to do more. Cliff complied, opening his mouth wider and taking the head inside. Gray’s eyes rolled back in his head in pure ecstasy. It was so warm, so wet, so good. Cliff sucked lightly, then with more force. He moved further down Gray’s length, his lips sliding against Gray’s flesh. Gray whined at the sensation. He reached down and pressed on the back of Cliff’s head, urging him to take more. Gray could feel the reverberation of a muffled sound on his hardness, then Cliff took even more of Gray in. Gray moaned and writhed in pleasure. Cliff came back up and sucked on the head, squeezing and stroking the rest of Gray’s length with his hand. Gray gritted his teeth, then his hand flew to his mouth to muffle the cry of ecstasy as he released, spilling into Cliff’s mouth. Cliff swallowed and pulled away. Gray melted back into the sheets, almost delirious with pleasure.

He slowly became aware that Cliff was still there, waiting expectantly, his hand on Gray’s thigh. Oh fuck, Gray thought. My turn. He wasn’t really sure that he wanted to do that. He didn’t mind getting it, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do it. He grumbled a little to himself, then realized that it was only fair. He stood up, pulling his boxers back on, and Cliff replaced him on the bed. Gray felt so nervous, not sure what to do, so he just mimicked Cliff’s actions from before, straddling him at the knees. He pulled at Cliff’s boxers, exposing his erection. Gray took a deep breath, then though, here goes nothing. He grabbed at Cliff’s hardness and then leaned down quickly, covering it with his mouth. A stifled cry of pleasure came out of Cliff, and Gray was encouraged to continue. He was surprised at the taste – he wasn’t sure what he thought it was going to taste like, but it was definitely better than he expected, which was a relief. He moved his mouth up and down on it, raking his teeth against the firm flesh. Cliff continued to whimper with desire, and Gray gripped him in his hand and stroked his hand up and down in the same rhythm as he worked his mouth. Gray wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, until Cliff shuddered underneath him. A hot rush filled up the back of Gray’s mouth, and he pulled away in surprise. He flailed out, grabbing at the tissues, and spit out what he had in his mouth. No way am I swallowing that, sticking out his tongue as he deposited the tissue in the trash. Cliff just gave a soft laugh at the scene, then Gray returned to his own bed.

Night fell once more, and Cliff and Gray were hungry for each other. Gray clicked off the lamp, then climbed into Cliff’s narrow bed. Cliff started to turn his back to him, but Gray held him firmly, making Cliff face him. He reached down and tugged at the waistband of Cliff’s boxers, urging him to take them off, and as Cliff did what Gray wanted, Gray removed his own boxers. Gray’s hardness brushed up against Cliff’s hardness, and Gray groaned at the sensation. Cliff produced the tube of slippery stuff, and quickly coated both of them in it. They lay pressed together, so that their manhoods were touching, and Cliff moved his hand over both of them at the same time. Gray just moaned in ecstasy. Cliff brought his hand away slowly, and reached for Gray’s hand. He led it back to their arousal, and Gray got the hint, pumping his hand over both of them at the same time. Cliff bit his lip and hissed with desire at the feeling of it.

Their faces were very close. Gray was enticed, thinking of the way Cliff’s lips would feel pressing against his own. As if he read Gray’s mind, Cliff leaned in and caught his mouth in a rough kiss. Gray blushed heavily, but enjoyed it. There was something even more intimate in the kiss than what they had been doing to each other all these nights. Cliff nibbled at Gray’s lower lip, then parted his lips and thrust his tongue into Gray’s mouth. Gray responded, thrusting his tongue back at Cliff. They both struggled to gain control of the kiss, making it spiral out of control in a frenzy of passion.

Before long, Gray had pushed himself on top of Cliff, kissing him furiously. Cliff moaned into his mouth as Gray straddled above him, alternating fondling Cliff’s hardness with stroking with own. Gray broke away from the kiss and pulled up a little bit as he realized he was already at the edge, and he gripped himself roughly as he released. His come spurted out and landed on Cliff’s stomach and chest. Gray pulled at himself, squeezing out the last little drops of pleasure from himself. He reached for a tissue and cleaned up the mess he had made of Cliff, then tentatively resumed stroking him. Cliff groaned and worked his body so that now he was above Gray. He brought his own hand to himself, making Gray let go of it, and pumped up and down for a few moments before splashing his own release all over Gray. Gray groaned in sheer ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sensation of the hot liquid on his skin. Gray cleaned himself up, and then wriggled out from underneath Cliff, returning to his own bed.

The next day, Gray shuffled back to the inn, slumped over. He had just had the worst day of his life. They had been overwhelmed at work, and Gray made a fatal error on a tool, damaging it irrevocably. His grandfather screamed at him, letting him get every little bit of his wrath. He told Gray that he was useless, a failure, not worth the time and training. Gray kept hearing these comments echoing over and over in his head, and he became more and more depressed. He slunk into the inn, heading towards the stairs. He thought he saw Cliff sitting at the bar out of the corner of his eye, but he was too down right now to even care. He walked up the steps, sighing deeply, his chest aching in despair. Gray reached the bedroom, turned off the lights, and threw his hat on the floor. He crawled in his bed, laying on top of the covers, still in his one piece uniform. He lay for a while, his eyes burning, and then he fell asleep out of utter exhaustion.

When he woke up a few hours later, it was already dark outside. He slowly became aware of himself, still groggy, and he realized that someone was laying behind him, arms around his waist. He knew without looking that it was Cliff, and at first he tried to struggle a little to get away. He didn't want to cuddle with this guy. But something about it felt so warm and comforting, that he finally lay still, letting himself relax into the bed. They lay in silence. Cliff nuzzled Gray's neck for a moment, sending a happy thrill through his body. Then Cliff reached around, unzipping Gray's one piece. He helped Gray wriggle out of it, and Gray was left wearing nothing but his boxers. Gray turned to face Cliff in the bed. He wanted to do something, anything, to get his mind out of this slump, but he felt so physically and emotionally exhausted, that he just lay there. Cliff seemed to be able to read this on his face, and simply eased his own boxers down. He stroked himself as Gray watched, mesmerized, his face relaxing a little bit. Cliff panted and groaned, working himself towards climax. He finally released, shooting a strong stream of come into a tissue, and Gray sighed, satisfied.

But Cliff wasn't done yet. After he caught his breath, he leaned forward to Gray, planting a light kiss on his lips. Then he pushed Gray gently onto his back, and kissed his way down Gray's bare chest, all the way to the waistband of his boxers. He tugged them off and took Gray's hardness into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Gray moaned softly, tilting his head back and enjoying the sensation. Every tired muscle in his body relaxed more with each second that Cliff sucked on him. Cliff rubbed his hands up and down the sides of Gray's body as he worked, thrilling Gray even more. Gray cried out in pleasure as Cliff swirled his tongue around and around the head, then moved back down, taking the entire thing in his mouth. That pushed Gray over the edge and he exploded in Cliff's mouth, waves and waves of hot ecstasy washing over him. Cliff swallowed and then brought his mouth off, lapping out his tongue to get one last drop that was left. He pulled himself to lay beside Gray, who was shuddering with delight. Cliff traced his fingers over Gray's bare stomach, then pressed one last kiss on the side of Gray's neck, and silently returned to his own bed.