It's been two years since his sweet Mick disappeared without a warning, after six blissful days officially together. Unable to move on, Ohm is starting third year at the university, his last hope fading. Then he hears a familiar voice...
Smut warnin...
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It was Saturday brunch at EspressYo'self, and everyone had said they would come. By the time Mick and Ohm arrived, almost everyone else was already there and they were catching up with news, still waiting for Rain. They were sitting in 'their' corner, an out of the way nook with seven huge arm chairs, clustered around a low table.
The chairs were big enough for each couple to share, and there the happy couples were sitting, sprawled on each other. Aepete was in Ae's lap, holding his hands, lest they wander. Noh sat sideways on Phun's legs, leaning against the arm rest, focused on his mobile. Mick was fully on Ohm's lap, his arm around the taller boy, whispering something in his ear that made Ohm laugh. Ten was blushing in Pete's arms, the two whispering something to each other, both sporting mischievous smiles. Can was squirming on Tin's lap, trying to find a comfortable position, clearly in a sullen mood.
"What's keeping that asshole, I'm hungry!"
"Woke up on the wrong foot this morning, Can?" Ae asked, reaching for the menu.
Can pouted. They had woken up late that morning and had to skip morning sex. And now there was no food. Tin looked at his grumpy boyfriend and smiled. He had no problem with his mood, especially when it was due to not enough sex.
Tin took up a menu. "I want cantaloupe." Can poked him in the stomach, and the waiter who brought them glasses of water just then apologised.
"I'm afraid we don't have cantaloupe."
"That's alright. I have some at home," Tin said. Then he whispered in Can's ear. "Sweet, juicy, delicious cantaloupe I could eat every day." Can's eyes narrowed. Now Tin was just provoking him. Tin had been delighted when he first learned that 'Can' was short for 'Cantaloupe'.
Well, two could play this game. Can shifted in his seat, rubbing his thigh on purpose against Tin's crotch, feeling him grow hard. Their eyes locked, and Can got up.
"Toilet," he said, but everyone was focused on their menus. Auntie Jae had changed it just a few days ago, so there were several new options to discuss.
Can pulled Tin after him, and pushed him into the disabled toilet, just around the corner. There were separate toilets for men and women, so they could be reasonably sure no one would bother them there. Can took off his pants, and hung them on the hook on the wall. Then he licked his fingers and pushed them inside himself. "What are you waiting for?"
Tin looked at Can, standing there naked from the waist down, fingering himself, his cock hard, and swallowed. Hastily, he took out a condom from his wallet, pushed his pants down, and put on the condom. He fell on his knees and swallowed Can's cock into his mouth for a brief, ecstatic moment, cursing that there wasn't time for much foreplay. Then he got up and lifted Can up against the wall, folded in half, holding him up with his arms under Can's knees. "Can?"
"Fuck me, Tin, hard. Aaahhh..!" Tin pushed himself inside Can in one smooth thrust, and swallowed his scream of pleasure in his mouth. Tin started a fast, hard rhythm, and the bathroom filled with the sound of his cock thrusting inside Can and Can's muffled whimpers. Grunting with impatience, Tin soon pulled out, and put Can down.
