MiniZerk - You Could Follow Your Heart

Chapter 5

Madden's house was nothing over the top, which Simon appreciated. It was an understated suburban home that looked lived in and realistic. (In comparison to all the poster houses he's been to of his rich friends that he met online.) But it was a nice joint that he had all to himself, and he led Simon upstairs to the bedroom.

"So, do you usually get around a lot?" Madden asked nonchalantly, and when Simon appeared confused, he clarified. "Like, do you have a lot of sex? I'm sure you're a clean guy and all but..."

Simon flushed, feeling his skin heat up. "I've only been with one guy recently. I know him well. He's clean."

Madden smiled and began to undo the fastening on his jeans. "That's good. I promise I am, too. I haven't been with anyone in a pretty long time."

Simon found it hard to believe that a man so attractive wasn't booked every night of the week, but he decided not to question it as he worked at the buttons on his shirt. Usually this was something Josh did for him, but he had no complaints.

Once the two were both nude, Madden pushed Simon down onto the bed, and without an ounce of hesitation attached his soft lips to Simon's tender neck, nipping and kissing in professional movements. Simon couldn't help the moans that escaped his lips, and especially not when teeth tore into his skin and bit down. A tender, sore hickey blossomed on the side of his neck, but he didn't mind a single bit.

Madden's hands roamed his body carefully, stroking every inch of Simon's slender figure, kissing or biting every patch of skin that was unmarked. It was strange to have his skin all marked up, but Simon had no complaints. Every time he was bitten particularly hard, he would dig his nails into Madden's back particularly hard; dragging down and creating long, faint red streaks.

Josh would never play rough with him like this.

Almost every movement was foreign. Every stroke of skin, every bruise and hickey that blossomed on his pale skin. He loved it. He craved the touch and he craved the affection. It felt like more than just casual sex. Even though, Simon knew better than to assume a true connection between him and his bar hookup.

Madden rolled on a condom from his end table, coating himself up with lube. Josh never used condoms, and used such a small amount of lube it hardly made a difference; apparently Freya was on birth control, and obviously never needed the lubrication. The change was foreign, but it felt a lot better when he felt Madden pushing inside of him.

His movements were small and slow, and as his cock got further in, Simon's muscles clenched against it until the full length was in. He dug his nails deep into Madden's back, enough to draw blood as he clung on; needing something to hold onto, and especially as he was thrusted into, slowly but surely.

The movements started out as progressive hip rolls that slowly grew more aggressive as the bed rocked, headboard hitting the wall with every movement. Such movements at the house would cause unwanted attention from the lads. Madden also didn't seem to mind that Simon was a moaning mess, begging for him to pick up the pace and fuck him hard .

His demands were met as Madden rocked right against his prostate; allowing spine tingling shivers and gasping breaths. Simon knew from the get go that it wouldn't take long for him to orgasm, and especially not as Madden's hand curled around Simon's throat and began to choke him, pressing down against his windpipe. All color drained from Simon's face as he gasped, his eyes turning white as his vision clouded up.

Somewhere in that state he had shot off, because when Madden let go of his neck, he was wiping off Simon's cock and stomach with a towel, careful to avoid stimulating his oversensitive manhood.

It wasn't the same as sex with Josh. It wasn't the same as his overall relationship with Josh. But it was definitely something good for him.

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Josh was the first to greet him when Simon came back to the house after his long night. "Where the hell have you been? You had me worried half to fucking death, you know. Why didn't you pick up your phone?"

"I'm not your boyfriend, Josh," Simon replied gravelly. "I can do what I want and come back when I please."

Josh scowled deeply. "I never said you couldn't, but at least have the decency to answer your phone once in awhile. You had all of us worried sick."

Simon pushed past Josh, already tired of hearing it, and went to his bedroom.