Blue Rose by domxho
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Friends Marathon ftw
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Brad opened the door to find a nervous-looking Rob, holding a single blue rose. "Hey...I thought you weren't gonna show up..."
Rob smiled and handed Brad the flower, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Brad went to put the flower in a vase and Rob sat down on the couch in front of the muted tv.
"I thought we'd watch the Friends marathon on TBS, if that's okay with you." Brad came back into the living room and sat down a respectable distance from Rob, unmuting the tv and getting comfortable.
One episode passed, and Rob scooted a few inches closer to Brad. Another episode, their legs were touching. Another episode, Brad put his hand on Rob's knee. Two more episodes, they were holding hands.
The final episode came. During the commercial break before the last two minutes of the show, Rob leaned over quickly and pecked Brad on the cheek. Their eyes met and held a long gaze; Rob had finally made a move.
Brad pulled away, much Rob's confusion and disappointment, only to grab the remote and quickly turn off the tv. Brad turned back to Rob and held both sides of his lover's head gently, leaning in for a soft kiss. Rob deepened it immediately, leaning back on the couch so that Brad fell on top of him.
Rob moaned as Brad's tongue shuffled against his, the temperature in the room steadily rising.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brad whispered into Rob's lips, looking up into the younger man's twinkling eyes.
Rob nodded, easily getting lost in his lover's eyes, puckering his lips so they would meet again.
Brad pulled away once more. "Are you absolutely positive?"
To this, Rob chuckled lightly, his breath hitting Brad's face. "I want you, Brad...I've always wanted you..."
Brad grinned triumphantly and kissed the man below him before standing up and taking off his shirt. He extended his hand to a lustful looking Rob, who gladly took it and stood up as well. Rob stood awkwardly, looking at Brad's positively delectable chest, feeling something deep rise in him.
"Ah..bedroom?" Rob whispered, moving closer so that he could run a hand from Brad's shoulder down to his stomach and across his side. Brad hummed at the feeling, arching into Rob's touch and pulling him closer by the hips.
"Sure..." Brad pushed his lips softly onto Rob's, tugging off his shirt. Once successful, he grabbed Rob's hand and led him to his bedroom a few yards away, giggling and stumbling like two horny teenagers.
Confident, Rob lightly pushed Brad onto the bed and climbed atop him, grinding through both of their jeans.
"Fuck you're hot dominant." Brad moaned through gritted teeth and ran his hands under Rob's belt and clutched his ass, bringing it harder onto his already bucking hips.
"Mmm...less clothes." Rob pulled away and clawed like an animal at Brad's pants and boxers, finally getting them off. Brad was grinning the entire time, laughing when Rob was struggling with his own pants.
"Lemme help you with that..." Brad flipped them so he was on top, immediately pulling off Rob's pants and boxers in a flash. He grinned that grin of his that made Rob melt every time and slid back up Rob, grinding their erections against each other, side by side. Both men were moaning and bucking their hips erratically, until Brad pulled away.
