The thing about Thomas was that he wasn't quite the relationship type. Being in a relationship wasn't something that stayed on his mind all the time. If anything, he didn't really care. He thought relationships were a waste of time. He preferred to have flings, one night stands or simply just have fuck buddies. He did sort of have one. A colleague from work. Well, they started off as colleagues, soon becoming friends after they realised they had quite a bit in common. But their relationship was complicated. They were friends, but still had "casual sex". One could perhaps call them "Friends With Benefits".
James Madison was his name. Anyone to meet them together for the first time would have expected them to be dating, however, both made it clear that they were just friends. "No strings attached", they would continue to remind one another. Apart from their sexual activity, the two men were quite good friends. So far, James was the only one who knew about Thomas' little obsession. He was yet to actually see Penny, but he had an idea of what he looked like and how he acted from Thomas' numerous descriptions. He didn't sound too bad at all. James had told Thomas to speak to him a couple of times, but he always refused. He feared if he did, he might find out things he didn't want to.
At the moment, the two were sitting on the same couch. James was sitting with his legs crossed, leaning his back on the armrest, and Thomas was lying there with his head in James' lap, looking up at him while they spoke. James was playing with his hair. He couldn't help it. He really loved playing with Thomas' hair. They had the telly on for background noise while they chatted, again about Penny.
"You know, I honestly think you should try. Just try. It never hurts to try." James sighed. Thomas groaned, he'd been saying the same thing over and over again.
"What are the odds that you'll find out he's a runaway prince from the Netherlands with six wives waiting for him back at home?"
"Well-" Thomas began, James cutting him off immediately.
"Thomas, no. You're being ridiculous."
Thomas made another irritated noise, causing an idea to pop into James head.
"Hey," the shorter began, looking down at Thomas, "how 'bout this." He continued. Thomas raised his eyebrows as to tell James to proceed.
"If you promise to talk to him anytime in the next week, and I'll need proof, then I'll fuck you. Right here, right now."
Thomas chuckled and poked James' belly.
"You were gonna fuck me anyway, Jemmie."
James just blinked. That was true.
"Fine. I'll fuck you twice."
Thomas giggled,
"You're acting like you don't want this, Jemmie. It's no use."
James rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. You know I love your tight ass." He told, getting sexual immediately. Thomas smirked. He knew alright.
"Hell yeah I do. And I love your, well, you know what I'm tryna say." He said, winking. James nodded.
"So... even if I was already gonna fuck you, if I do it, will you talk to Penny?"
Thomas paused and sat up, turning to face James. He smirked and leaned closer to him,
"Maybe, baby~." He purred, pressing his lips to James'.
James obviously kissed him back because that was the correct thing to do. Thomas hummed against James' lips, positioning his hands behind the shorter man's head and pulling him further in. It wasn't gentle. James often got frustrated with Thomas' impatience, as he was now. He pushed Thomas over onto his back then broke the kiss. Just as Thomas was about to complain, James pushed three fingers into his mouth, causing him to gag.
"Thomas," he began, "calm down."
Thomas just blinked. James lifted his eyebrows, pulling his fingers out of Thomas' mouth again. They were smothered in the latter's saliva by now, which turned him on a little. James had a couple of strange turn-ons, this being one of them. He then wiped his fingers on Thomas' face, Thomas letting his tongue slip out as if he were a dog, and that was one of James' most favourite things about Thomas, that he didn't recoil at his odd interests. James proceeded to kiss Thomas again.
It wasn't long before James was pounding into him from the back, tugging at his hair as if he was tugging at a horse's reins. The room was filled with all kinds of sounds from the creaking of the couch to Thomas' pleasured mewls. James had used his shirt to restrain Thomas' hands behind his back. No one knows how, but he did it, and both were satisfied with the procedure. Soon enough, Thomas reached his limit. But as usual, James wouldn't let him release until he did. He'd fill Thomas up then pull out and order him to rub himself until he came. James liked to watch this, as well as his cum spilling out of Thomas' ass and down his inner thighs. He found the scene enticing as all hell.
Once they were done, the two went back to chatting like they hadn't just fucked. It was a common routine, something they always did. But as promised, James did him again. This time, however, Thomas rode James' cock like a motorbike while James slapped him and called him names. Hell, was that Thomas' favourite thing in the world. James would force him to tell him fairytale stories while this happened. Another one of his strange preferences. He just loved how Thomas could barely get to the end of the story without cumming at least twice. He was a hopeless wreck when under James' control, and James wasn't even that intense with his games. Not at all.
After the second time, again they went back to speaking.
"So," James started, "you gonna talk to Penny?"
Thomas shrugged as he sat next to James on the couch (the same couch!) with his head on his shoulder.
"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not."
James tutted, "Come on. You promised." He mentioned. Thomas raised his eyebrows and sat up, looking across at James.
"Really? Did I?"
James paused and thought back. No, was the answer. He hadn't promised. He just sighed and rolled his eyes playfully.
"Alright, fine. Whatever. But still. Just try. He might like you."
Thomas chuckled at that, "I don't know. I like it that he's a mystery. I like jacking off to the thought of him working out naked. I cum at the thought of him choking me with his large hands."
James frowned for a second then evened his eyebrows again.
"Okay. But imagine that for real. Huh. Imagine him in your room, choking you with those hands all because what? You decided to say hi."
Thomas bit his lip.
"Don't make me hard again."
James chuckled and shrugged.
"Just saying."
This actually made Thomas think. Sure, imagining all this was great, but if he had a chance of it happening in real life, why should he miss this chance? He was just worried Penny wouldn't see him the same way he saw him. Thomas barely let his emotions take him over, but he felt if something like that happened, he wouldn't be able to control it, and that's what scared him. But James was right. It wouldn't at all hurt to try. He took a deep breath.
"Fine."
James smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "That's my boy."
