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↔Curious↔

The first week passed slowly, the second even slower.

Around the third day in New York, Blake wasn't sated with just jacking off when he needed to. He was laying in bed, restless and unable to sleep. He'd just gotten off the phone with Reese, the bastard was playing Jenga with Archie and his band members...except their version of Jenga was mixed with a little truth or dare. Every successful piece removed gave you the chance to question or command another player.

Anyways, Blake was in bed and horny. He was annoyed by the constant feeling eating away at him. Only in his boxers, he began to palm himself through the thin material, he let his eyes fall shut and he couldn't help but see Reese imprinted on his eyelids. Blake liked how different Reese was in bed, he was teasing and consuming, it felt like Blake would be driven insane as he was devoured.

The marks Reese had left on him were still dark purple on his skin, Blake's free hand touched the hickeys, the skin was tender and sensitive. Thinking of the porno, his hand glided down to his chest and he toyed with his chest, sceptical that it would effect him. He felt a jolt of tingling pain go through him as he tweaked his nipples, he bit his lower lip and continued. 

He licked his fingertips so they wouldn't be so rough on the buds as he rolled them between his fingers and tugged. It was beginning to feel surprisingly good, he let out a steamy breath and a soft sound in the back of his throat. Blake imagined Reese touching him, he'd tease him more, flick, his erection had been left untouched as his hands simultaneously pinched and twisted. The sighs slowly became quiet whines and he was becoming more aroused, he released a nipple and began to stroke himself, he was already so very close to cumming and he'd barely touched himself. Blake's body was wound like a coil, tensing up as he grew closer to the edge.

Hushed moans and whimpers were steadily leaking from his mouth as he tried to keep his voice down. Blake shuddered, "R-Reese..." He groaned, hips jerking up  as he came. He laid on the bed, panting, he wasn't completely pleased but the burning desire was ebbed away a enough that he was drowsy and settled in his own skin. 

After a quick, cold rinse in the shower, he was comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

For the rest of the first week Blake teased his nipples to help him get off, they were becoming increasingly sensitive so much so that even his shirt rubbing against his chest affected him. It was driving him nuts, he wore soft shirts not to irritate him. Despite the fact that it felt good, he could feel himself needing something more, the frustration was back, if it had ever left completely.

Blake spent nearly forty-five minutes in the shower, his skin was like a lobster's by the time he got out and he smelled fantastic because he accidentally washed twice because he was spaced out. 

"Jeez, Peanut, did you save any hot water for me?" Mia asked, "do I even want to know what you were doing in there?" 

She went to poke his reddened skin but he brushed her hand away, "leave me alone, I don't feel good." From spending so long in the hot shower he was dizzy and nauseous and didn't feel like bickering with his sister.

Throughout the whole first week, Gran and Gramps took them out to a nice dinner, they went to the movies, painted in the backyard, but Blake always wound up at the phone or in his bedroom afterwards.

Whenever he talked to Reese on the phone, he complained that he was bored and his cast was uncomfortable and inconvenient. His last week of school had been uneventful and since he broke his dominant wrist so note-taking and homework also became complete and total shit. They were picking fun at each other and Reese was talking about dumb things their moronic friends did.

After calling Reese, Blake would go back to his room and stay there the rest of the night. Only a week left before he could go home.

The next night, Gran and Gramps took them into the city to a dinner show with magicians and comedians, it was fun and the food was good but Blake's crisp shirt was irritating his chest and he shifted uncomfortably in his slim, black slacks.

"Peanut, you okay?" Mia asked as she sipped her wine.

Forcing a smile, "Just peachy keen." She gave him a doubtful look but still returned to eating her dinner.

Gran was talking to him about school, still bringing up his mythical girlfriend from time to time. "I can't believe you'll be leaving in a couple days! It feels like you just got here!"

Amelia was sad to go back home, she loved New York but as much as Blake liked spending time with his grandparents, he would punch the magician in the throat if it teleportaed him home. Poof!

When they finally got back to the house, Blake quickly said good night and practically flew upstairs and unbuttoned his shirt. They were erect and when he touched them his lower half felt it too.

He shivered and kicked off his shoes, stripping off his pants and leaving them on the floor. He decided against falling into bed and went to the shower, he'd been sitting close to the stage and not only was he sweaty from being near the stage lights but one of the magicians threw glitter the clung to Blake's clammy skin.

In the shower, droplets of water flicked his nipples and his hands brushed them as he cleaned the glitter and sweat from his skin. He gave in to touching himself a bit more, stroking his growing arousal and kneading his own nipples underneath a steady stream of hot water.

Blake really needed to get out of the shower so his voice wouldn't echo. Thankfully, no one was out in the hall to see him in nothing but a tented towel. In the room he locked the door and turned on the radio enough to cover the small sounds he couldn't hold back.

Climbing onto the bed, he had his knees under him as he ran his hands from his chest to between his legs, eye flitting to Reese's picture. Blake was missing his touch but he still had a couple days until he went home.

"Reese," he hummed as stroked himself more urgently. He pinched his chest and trembled as he came shamefully fast.

The burning, craving need was still there. Blake reached for the lotion on his bedside getting some on his hands before he began again, but his erection his chest, it wasn't enough. What else could he do?

Remembering the man writhing on the sheets in the AV his eyes flashed open. No way. Nope. Nuh-uh. His mind was wigged out but he put more lotion on his hands and rubbed a finger at the entrance, it felt weird to touch there.

Before his mind could call him crazy, he slipped his middle finger knuckles deep inside himself. He cringed at the feeling it was weird mixed with the texture of his insides was hot and slick and tight. Blake hesitantly moved his finger, he was about to quit because it didn't feel good at all, it was weird and kind of gross. He moved his finger, pressing it in deeper than before and whatever his finger hit sent a shock of pleasure through him that made him shiver.

Blake let out a cry, what the hell was that? He pressed that spot again and a moan hissed between his teeth. He laid back on his bed, momentarily losing that good spot inside him. Blake was groaning as his finger abused the spot in him, after a couple more pumps he added another finger and it stretched him with a small ache.

He had thought the porn star had been faking, but Blake realised he wasn't as another moan came from his trembling lips, "fuck...R-Reese!" Blake wanted Reese, he wasted his hand, he body heat, his kiss. He whined and tested another finger, his eyes watered a little as he felt the pleasure build up. The hand that wasn't prodding his ass was rubbing his nipples, he slid that hand down and barely touching his erection made him cum.

It had felt so good, he whimpered, his chest heaving as the muscles in his legs vibrated. Blake wanted more, he wanted Reese, Reese would feel even better than his fingers.

When Blake came down from his high, he felt confused with his own thoughts. What the actual fuck? If Reese were here he'd of gladly let Reese fuck him. This vacation was supposed to clear his head of Reese and the complicated feelings that came with him but instead he was worse off than when he left. Before coming to New York he had been completely resolved in not going too far with Reese, now he wanted to hurry home and let Reese make a mess of him.

Blake covered his eyes, "I'm totally fucking screwed."