Isn't It A Coincidence.

Chapter 3

After dinner, we went to the store to buy ingredients and alcohol. Well, I bought alcohol secretly. We got back home and made the cake, me adding in some rum when he wasn't looking. This is going to be so fun. 

We waited as the cake baked, relaxing on the small couch and getting to know each other. I finally got him to call me Sean instead of Mr Sackman, which was a relief. The oven beeped loudly, so we took out the cake and left it to cool. 

"Hey Taylor, I'll grab some sleep clothes for you." I called through the apartment, getting a grumble of protest in response. I chuckled as he followed me to my room. I tossed some sweat pants at him and changed into my own. 

I tossed him some clean underwear, telling him we were going shopping for clothes tomorrow as his birthday gift. He sighed but still thanked me, grumbling about being spoiled. I grinned to myself. He's always brought out my soft side, and I've always enjoyed his company. He calmed me, for some reason. 

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I sighed in relief as I dropped the shopping bags on the couch. Taylor lazed on the floor, claiming his legs were dead. I opened the bags and quickly and sorted the clothes, sticking them in my closet. It was empty, so at least now it had a use. 

I had been busy all day so far. Work at 2:00 AM and return at 10:00, taking him shopping at 14:00 (2 PM), and now the rest of the day is for relaxing. I took out the alcohol I had bought the day before, pouring us both a glass. 

"You're obsessed with cleanliness, aren't you, Sean?" I hesitated, handing him the glass. 

"Uh, yeah. I have OCD. My company was always being cleaned, so even though I live in a shit-shack, I keep it clean." He nodded in understanding. 

"My Mom was always really messy, so this is a nice change. What is this drink, by the way?" I cocked my brow, taking a sip. 

"Delicious, drink up." He sniffed at it cautiously, coughing after he took a gulp. I laughed, "Sips boy, sips!" He let out a choked laugh. Soon enough, we were both wasted, empty bottles all over the kitchen table. 

Taylor lifted his head from the table, staring at me. "You're really toned, you know that?" His voice slurred as he spoke. "Like, you're super hot, so I have no idea why you're single." I laughed, resting my head on my hand as I stared back. 

"I'm surprised you brushed off so many of those women's advances, you're pretty hot yourself," I responded. 

He grinned, "My heart's already taken." He winked, and my already red face, reddened more. He stood slowly, leaning over me and pressing his lips to mine. I shivered, the foreign feeling of affection coming from him. I grabbed him and dragged him to my room, pushing him on the bed. 

His voice dripped out in a growl as he rolled us over, tearing my shirt over my head. His head dipped, warmth capturing my chest. His wet tongue slid over my nipple, causing me to shudder. I hurriedly undid his pants, reaching into the drawer next to my bed, ripping the wrapper with my teeth. 

I felt him smirk against my chest, his teeth grazing my skin. I moaned, tugging at his hair. He shed his pants, taking mine off with them. His shirt followed, as well as our underwear. He took the rubber from my mouth and slid it on, demanding me to suck his fingers. I slide my tongue over them and sucked, his free hand ghosting over my thigh. 

So achingly close. His hand gripped me as he pulled his fingers from my mouth, my groan echoing. He pushed a finger into me, making me gasp. He covered my mouth with his, his tongue sliding wetly over mine. I moaned and writhed under him, panting. "Hurry," I groaned, my hips bucking to ride his hand. 

He pulled his fingers out, my body filling with something larger. I moaned in pain as he waited for me to adjust, his breath fanning over my throat. I shuddered and gasped as I shifted my hips. He groaned, pulling out slowly before ramming back in harshly. I cried out, grasping his shoulders tightly. 

I was lifted, and I moaned as he was pushed deeper. I rocked my hips on his lap, panting as my body began to tense. His moans of pleasure edged me on, and I lifted my hips, dropping back down on him. I moaned loudly, and we chuckled breathlessly as we heard bangs and angry yelling on the wall. 

My mouth was covered, and I let out a muffled scream as he pressed into my prostate. I was lifted again and pressed against the wall, my chest rubbing against the rough texture as he thrust into me. I cried out into his hand, the new angle allowing him to repeatedly hit my prostate. 

My body tensed and squeezed him, making him groan against my back. I gasped and yelled out his name as I came, my voice muffled by his hand. "Nngh, Sean," he moaned out, releasing into the condom. 

We panted as we came down from our high. He pulled out and laid me on the bed, collapsing next to me. "Did I really just make love to Sean Sackman?" I looked over at him and laughed, laying my arm over my eyes.