Friends With Benefits Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Dylan

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

The bus rumbles along the highway, jostling Jason’s sleeping form against me every time we hit a pothole. He started off leaning his head against the window, but shifted at some point during the four hour trip so that it’s lying against my shoulder now. 

I feel a little bad about it too, cause it’s technically my fault he’s so tired. After last week’s little adventure in the gym, I can’t get enough of feeling his cock against mine. So naturally, we’ve been frotting at least once a day, and that doesn’t include all the other stuff we’ve been doing. Just like last night, when we sucked each other off and did a little sword fighting, causing both of us to come twice in one hour. 

Just thinking about it has my cock twitching, and the anticipation of sharing a hotel room with Jason doesn’t help with the blood flowing to my nether regions. I’m tempted to take care of it right now since we’re in the back of the bus and the closest person is three rows ahead of us. 

But just as I shift my arm towards my crotch, Jason stirs, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Are we there yet?” 

“Nope. I think we still have like thirty minutes till we get there,” I reply. 

“Okay, cool. Wake me up when we get there, please.” He moves his head back against the window and closes his eyes. 

His attempt to nap again is short-lived, though, when Coach stands up in the front of the bus and loudly announces the room assignments. He also warns us that today is supposed to be a rest day, and even though we’re going to a city none of us have been to before, we’re to stay inside the hotel. Or else. 

Jason looks at me with wide eyes and mutters, “I really wish he would relax a little more on these away meets. It’s always the same thing with him, especially at the beginning of the season.”

“I know, but there’s no use in trying to sneak out. The last thing I want is for him to rip us a new one. Besides, we can always go exploring the day after tomorrow,” I say with a sigh. 

Jason snorts, then waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Well, I can think of some other things we can explore. Things that will require us to be behind locked doors for.” 

I raise an incredulous eyebrow and try to school my features, but the smile tugging at the corner of my mouth gives me away, earning me a wink and a nod from Jason. 

True to his word, the moment we’re behind closed doors in our hotel room, Jason’s mouth is on me. His lips mold to mine while his hands run up and down my back over my shirt until they find the bottom hem and he breaks the kiss to pull the shirt off me. He does the same to himself, and within seconds, he’s on me again, kissing me like he can only survive off the oxygen in my lungs. 

The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I gasp against his mouth, “We have to go to dinner soon, Jase.” 

He glances at the clock on the nightstand and growls, “We have plenty of time till we need to be there. Besides, I’m hungry for something else right now.” 

With that, he gently pushes me onto the bed, my legs hanging off the edge. He quickly and expertly undoes the button of my jeans and pulls them down with one tug, the material sliding over my muscles with ease. 

I push down my tight boxer-briefs, letting my erection flop out against my stomach as he drinks me in, his eyes darkening with want. Thankfully, he doesn’t waste any time, getting himself naked before straddling my hips, our cocks lining up together perfectly. 

Jason’s crown rubs against mine, precum already pooling at both our tips. He reaches down to wrap his palm around both of our heads, causing me to gasp and beg for more. But to my surprise, he shifts so his cock is hanging above my mouth while mine is right below his mouth, his intention clear as day. 

He smirks at me before his tongue swipes at my slit, lapping up the now steady stream pouring out of it. “Fuck, you taste so good, Dylan. If I could bottle this up and drink it, I would.” 

His words send a bolt of electricity down my spine, forcing it to arch up. He takes advantage of the movement by swallowing my head completely, drawing out a noise I don’t think I’ve ever made before. Jason’s cock dangles over me and before I can say anything stupid, I stretch my neck up to take him as far as I can in my mouth causing him to hum around my dick. 

We start bobbing up and down each other’s lengths, the movements familiar now that we’ve taken to sucking each other off at the same time. I’m distinctly aware that the rules have changed between us—or rather they’ve been completely thrown out the window—but I can’t seem to bring myself to care about it. Doing this with Jason is something I could do for the rest of my life. 

I choke slightly on his shaft and Jason guides me onto my side so things are more comfortable for both of us. But it’s the errant thought that just flew through my head that caused me to mess up, not the position. I keep swirling my tongue around him, trying to bring him closer to the edge. But my brain won’t shut up. I can do this forever with him. I want to do this forever with him. 

The thoughts only make me more enthusiastic as I slide him all the way down to the hilt and my hand reaches around to tease the crease of his ass. Then I take both cheeks into my hands, squeezing and massaging them as I fuck myself on his length before bringing a hand back to his entrance. 

I gently press my index finger against it, not really trying to push inside, but definitely exploring more than I have before. It must do something for him, because he starts thrusting into my mouth as I play with his puckered hole. Part of me wishes I could see it. Maybe even taste it. But I’m not sure that even Jason is willing to cross that line. 

I settle for rubbing my hands all over him, alternating between teasing his hole, squeezing his cheeks, and pressing against his taint, which seems to increase the flow of his precum into my mouth. 

All that teasing has him pulling off my cock. “I’m about to come, Dyl.”

Reluctantly, I pull back too. “Me too. We can do it together. Swallow each other’s loads.” 

Jason lets out a growl and doesn’t even bother responding before swallowing me back in one go. I take him back into my mouth as well, and we fuck each other hard enough to cause a mess of precum and saliva to cover our chins and faces. 

And then it’s over—much too soon—because he’s coming down my throat with such a loud groan around my cock that I’m sure everyone in the hotel can hear him. But the taste of him is something I’m obsessed with too, and his cum swirling around in my mouth while I work him through his orgasm pushes me over the edge and has me unloading everything I have to offer. 

We finally let go of each other, him of my hips and me of his ass, and we lie there side by side breathing heavily. Jason moves so he’s facing me and then pulls me in for a kiss, one that’s soft and sweet compared to what we just did. 

“Fuck, Dylan. I…” 

I stare at him, trying to figure out what’s hidden behind those turquoise eyes. Hoping he’ll say what I’m thinking. Three little words I think I’ve felt for a while now, but haven’t been able to admit to myself until now. But he shakes his head and ends up saying, “That was amazing.”

I smile despite my disappointment that he didn’t say it. “Yeah, it really was.”