Turning Points

Chapter 16: Decisions

"Fuck you?!" Gun exclaimed. Did he hear that correctly. Papi was asking Gun if he wanted to fuck him.

WHAT?

Gun knew that they had been getting closer and closer to this and that it was the inevitable stop in this little game of theirs but he had always assumed that Papi would be the one that.. well that Gun would be the one getting you know, excuse the language, but fucked.

Papi looked at Gun impassively like he was not the cause for short wiring Gun's brain. Wow Gun always thought he was quick on his feet and handled challenges really well but this just... this was just beyond the scope of normality.

Papi, stick up his ass narrow minded Off Jumpol was asking Gun if he'd like to fuck him. Speechless! Gun was speechless.

"The offer is not going to stay on the table any much longer you know," Papi finally spoke shocking a mute Gun back to life.

"No I'll take it!" Gun practically shouted and Papi laughed at his enthusiasm "I will do it," He said a bit softer this time. "But Papi are you sure? This is a big decision, it can't be easy..." Gun trailed off.

Papi kissed Gun on the forehead "I'm sure, I've been doing some research about what we need to do to you know... do the horizontal tango," Papi  jokingly raised his eyebrows up and down and Gun rolled his eyes "And well I've been  playing around back there for a while in anticipation for the actual thing and it's not that bad, it's kinda really good actually.."

If Gun wasn't stunned speechless before he definitely had lost all ability to speak or think now. The thought of Papi fingering himself, stretching himself on his fingers in anticipation for Gun's dick was fuck, really fucking hot."Okay, " Gun barely croaked incapable of saying anything else.

"Great, let me just get myself ready, I already fingered myself this morning but it can't hurt to loosen up even more," Papi said then reached down to grab his jeans and then pulled out what looked to be a tiny bottle of lube out of his pocket. How had Gun not even noticed it. Actually the better question was where did Papi even get it!

Gun sat up on the bed fully clothed and watched slack-jawed as Papi got on his knees on the bed and coated his fingers in lube and then reached behind himself to presumably finger himself all while facing Gun.

Jesus Papi's eyes fluttered close when he first put his finger inside him like it was just too good to handle. Gun swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly really parched. He was conflicted about watching Papi's face as he fingered himself and made all those beautiful reactions and between watching the flithy sight of Papi pushing his slicked up fingers into himself, straining to get the right angle, his hole stretched out around his fingers.

"Papi turn around," Gun softly whispered like if he spoke any louder he would wake up from the dream he was obviously in. Papi winked at him and then turned around surprisingly compiling to Gun's words, something he never did. Gun then stared at the sight of Papi thrusting two of his long skinny fingers into his pink hole.

Gun got closer to him and couldn't help trace the outline of Papi's asshole with his finger curious about the feeling. Papi whined when he first felt Gun touching him down there and carried on fingering himself straining to hit that sweet spot he sometimes felt when he had fingered himself in the past but unable to now because of the angle his arms were in.

Gun carried on tracing Papi's asshole until he got some of the lube that Papi's asshole was slicked in on his finger. Once his finger was slick enough Gun pushed it in along Papi's two fingers that was already inside of him. Papi let out a drawn out little whine.

Fuck. Gun didn't even know Papi was capable of making such sounds. Gun's head was so hazy with lust he did something he probably wouldn't have even have thought of doing if he had been in the right state if mind. He stuck out his tongue and couldn't help licking at Papi's tort wrinkled skin stretching around Papi's and Guns fingers.