Chained Heat

Chapter 6

Beck liked the way Peter's hair smelled like.

It didn't smell like shampoo, nor did it smell like water - even if water didn't really smell like anything in the first place. His hair just smelled like Peter, and Beck couldn't get enough of it. He had stopped kissing Peter ages ago and was now more focused on rubbing his face against his hair, his pretty brown nicely curly hair. Each curl tickled his nose but he didn't care, because the more he sniffed him, the more Peter was giggling.

"God, you smell so good right now", Beck whispered because they seriously had to be quiet. Only one floor below them there was a generous family trying to sleep, and the last thing he wanted to do was to wake them up and get kicked out. He wished they could be as loud as they could be, but nothing was perfect, and that's okay. He just hoped that Peter could keep his mouth shut for once.

Despite the fact that Peter had said he'd be quiet, he had started giggling too loud. "You goddamn dog", he laughed, and Beck was immediately shushing him, having only one way to shut him up - by locking their lips together. God, Beck wished they weren't handcuffed together. If his hands would be free, he could freely touch Peter anywhere. He could touch Peter from places he couldn't reach to, use his both hands to stimulate pleasure through Peter's body until he would be begging for mercy. But right now he constantly had to keep his right hand close to Peter's hand and do the touching with his left hand. He didn't want to keep pulling too much at the handcuffs. Peter had said it sometimes hurt his hand. Right hand hurting him was the last thing Beck wanted to do, so he was extra careful with his handcuffed hand.

"You've changed, Beck", Peter said quietly. "You were first such a mean guy, but now, look at you. You're sniffing my hair."

"Mmh, I can still be bad for you", Beck whispered, then mouthing at his neck. Dirty talk always wasn't his strongest side.

"Oh my God", Peter giggled, this time trying to keep his voice down. "Just undress me already."

Undressing while you were handcuffed together wasn't as sexy as expected. They couldn't take their shirts off, and Peter had sit up and help Beck pull his shoes off, then his socks, and then Peter could lay down on his back again. He liked just laying there and let Beck do whatever he wanted to do to him. Peter admitted that sometimes he was bit of a 'pillow princess', or whatever people call it these days. He just wished he was the only one wearing handcuffs, so Beck could just manhandle him, flip him around, use both of his hands on him, eat him out ... And instead of being handcuffed to Beck, both of Peter's hands would be cuffed, and he wouldn't be able to stop the man, even if he wanted to. Sadly, their positions were limited because of the handcuffs, and getting into any position was a goddamn task. But even if their choices on positions were down to one, Peter knew he was going to love every second of this.

"Wait, I need ... you know, the lube and condoms and shit from my ...", Beck mumbled.

"Your backpack. Got it", Peter said, and once again he had to sit up and crawl to the other side of the bed so they both could reach for the bag. Then Beck took his sweet time rummaging through his stuff until he finally found the condoms, then a minute later the bottle of lube. Beck really had been prepared to fuck Peter since day one - He remembered seeing Beck steal lube like he was planning on to do this. It made Peter think a lot. Was Beck always ready to have sex, no matter with who, or did he find Peter so handsome that he wanted to just sleep with him immediately? Right now, Peter didn't care. He himself probably would have started giving blowjobs to strangers in exchange of money, so he wasn't gonna judge Beck for being a fucking slut. He was too horny to care about morals.

Beck placed the condoms and lube over to the edge of the mattress where he could reach for them when he really needed them. For now, he was back to kissing the hell out of Peter, his left hand moving awkwardly between their bodies, cupping Peter's groin over his jeans. Peter immediately bucked his hips against his hand, begging him to touch him more, harder, undress him, stroke him, anything. Peter felt like he was going to cum inside his pants at this rate.