I've Been Stung by the Wasp

January, the color of his skin

     Ricky groaned and rolled over. His head hurt like hell. He opened his eyes and sat up. He stood shakily and groaned. There was a dull ache in his lower back. A sharp memory popped back into his head. Chris leaning over him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
       Ricky remembered flirting with Chris in the bar but not much else. He looked for a door when it hit him where he was. Chris's batcave.  He looked down and quickly looked for his clothes. Why was he naked?
       He couldn't find his shirt but he found his pants. He scrambled to the main part of the bus. Ghost was up yet. But Chris was. Chris didn't seem drunk. He seemed to be checking his eyebrows in a handheld mirror.  Ricky looked away and rummaged through the cabinets for something to help his head.
           "Coffee helps."
           Ricky jumped slightly at the deep sound of Chris's voice. He had a flash of Chris growling in his ear. He grabbed a cup of coffee.
       "Thank you."
       He turned to Chris who was now fixing him with his golden brown eyes. Chris tapped the table.
       "Come here."
       Ricky swallowed and walked over to the table. Chris looked at him and said, "I don't know what you remember from last night. But I remember.  I wanted it, Ricky. We had sex and you were drunk, but damn. I wanted to have sex with you."
       Ricky sighed in relief, "So you are not upset?"
        Chris pulled Ricky to him and kissed his lips. Ricky moaned as Chris gripped his hair and pulled him into his lap. Ricky gasped as he felt a bulge under his ass.
         "Chris."
         Chris's kiss got more passionate. Chris held him tightly. Ricky couldn't help but grind down on Chris. Chris low moan rumbled from beneath him. Ricky heard footsteps then a voice said.
        "Damn, get a room."
        Ricky pulled back. It was Angelo. He was watching them with a faint smirk. Chris leaned back.
         "Wanna join? If not, shut the fuck up."
         Angelo grinned and started to unbutton Ricky's pants, while kissing his neck. Ricky was once again kissed roughly by Chris. Angelo started to fondle Ricky.
        "Hey Chris let's spread him and fuck him."
         "Good idea"
         Chris put Ricky down on the table on his stomach. Ricky shivered eagerly as Angelo pulled his pants down baring his ass to the chill on the bus.
          "Damn, Chris. He is tight but loose. I bet he would feel good on a dick."
          Ricky gasped as he felt two fingers enter him. He couldn't help a low moan as they moved inside him. Angelo chuckled adding a third finger. Ricky was soon lost to the sensation of being fingered. Then suddenly the fingers were gone.
        Ricky whimpered at the lost. But he was soon moaning as Angelo slid in. Ricky moaned as Angelo started a rough pace. Angelo added his fingers spreading Ricky wider. Ricky was panting now. Oh god it felt so good.
        "He is prepped."
        Ricky didn't even care anymore. He felt Chris slide in next to Angelo. It burned at first but after a while it felt good. Chris started moving roughly with Angelo.
          Ricky groaned and they started a rough pace. Angelo reached beneath Ricky and started to fondle his nipples. Ricky let out a whorish moan. He could feel his cock dripping precum down his leg.
         "Oh, god, Chris, look at how he takes our cocks."
          "Mmm, are you still my little whore, Ricky?" Chris growled.
          Ricky panted, "Yes! Oh god yes."
          Chris growled, "You are such a naughty little whore."
           Ricky gasped, "H-harder!"
           Ricky nearly came as they started thrusting harder. They had gained a rythmn to their hard thrusts. Ricky clawed at the table. Oh god, it felt so good.
       "That's it. Good little slut."
       Ricky moaned and rocked back to greet their thrusts. Chris's words were sending him over the edge. Chris's hand wrapped around his cock and started to jerk him off in time to their thrusts. Ricky gasped and came hard. He felt warmth spread inside him and he knew they had came inside him.
       He felt them pull out and he pulled up his pants and sat gingerly on the couch. Chris smiled at him and Ricky couldn't help but shift slightly wanting Chris's dick inside him again.
         Ricky palmed his crotch. He crawled over to Chris and tugged at Chris's pants. Once Chris's cock was free, Ricky licked his lips and took Chris's cock into his mouth. He started to bob his head as Chris tugged on his hair. Ricky moaned as Chris held him close.
        "Jesus Christ. Good Ricky. That's it."
       Ricky couldn't help but bob faster. Chris loosed his grip to warn Ricky, but he didn't care.  Ricky sucked harder and Chris came down his throat. Ricky pulled back and swallowed. Ricky slid up to sit next to Chris. Chris flicked his eyes over to Ricky.
         "And to think, you needed to have liquid courage to ask to be fucked last night."
           Ricky looked down and wrapped his hands around his cooling coffee. Angelo looked between them curiously.  Before getting a cup himself.
        Angelo then said, "I knew it. Ghost swore it was him rocking the bus, but I knew it was you, Chris."