The sound of the hotel room door opening nearly gave Michael a heart attack. He frantically grabbed the covers and tossed them over himself. As an afterthought, he slid the toy out.
Rob walked in, and he could tell by the look on his face that he heard the panicked commotion. Rob glanced over at the covers and gave a short laugh as he came to conclusions.
"Were you.. ?"
Michael sighed, "Yeah.."
"Not even going to try and deny it?"
He shook his head, "Honestly... I wouldn't even know where to begin to explain this." He motioned to his clothes lying on the floor and the covers that he desperately clutched.
Rob laughed and took his jacket off.
"Hey, um. Would you mind leaving for a minute?"
"You want me to leave so you can finish or so that you can get decent?" He laid his jacket on the dresser and started taking off his watch.
"So that I can get decent."
"... Did you finish?" Rob asked almost hesitantly.
"Well, no."
"How close were you?" He got a look from Michael. "What? Did you just start, or were you about to-"
"Hey, can we stop talking about this?" Michael interrupted him.
"So, you're comfortable touching yourself in our shared room while I'm gone, but you're not comfortable talking about it? There's no shame in masturbating, Michael. Everyone does it." He walked over to the side of Michael's bed. He grinned at what he saw on the bedside table. "Although, I can't say everyone uses one of these."
Michael looked at what Rob took off the table, and his stomach dropped. It was the packaging for his new toy.
"Um.." his face heated up, and he was sweating for a whole new reason.
Rob set the box down and sat on the bed behind him. "What I don't understand about those is: why would you use one of those when you could use the real thing? You know there's certain bars out there."
"Well, I'm um. I'm not ready for people to know. Especially you guys."
Rob leaned on Michael's shoulder. "I think if you didn't want me to know, you wouldn't have done this in our shared hotel room."
Michael jumped as Rob's hand gingerly touched his hip and traced his skin to his inner thigh.
"I think maybe you wanted to get caught." Rob breathed in his ear.
Before he could stop it, Michael let out a whimper. A whimper that turned into a gasp as a hand wrapped around his member. Rob squeezed gently and let his fingers slide slowly down his shaft. His other hand lifted Michael's leg to reach around it.
"Where's your toy now?" Rob asked as he found its presence missing.
Unable to form a sentence, Michael nodded to the covers by his side.
"So which do you want? That? Or the real thing?" His breath tickled the shell of Michael's ear.
"Uh.. um.." Michael's panting, combined with Rob's focused ministrations, made answering difficult.
"Use your words. You've got to choose."
He opened his mouth to answer, but a moan came out instead. His grip on the sheets tightened, and he got the words out in between panting. "Real, oh God, real, please!"
Rob chuckled and lightly pushed him over to his side, the blankets no longer sheltered him from view. He positioned Michael onto his stomach and grabbed his hips to raise them off the bed. The whole time, he kept an eye on Michael's reactions. His face was pushed into the remaining bedsheets as if to hide. What little that Rob could see was beet red. Out of excitement or embarrassment, he didn't know. He figured the latter.
"Want it slow, or do you want it rough?" He asked while undoing his pants.
"Slow, please."
Rob smiled softly at him, even though Michael couldn't see it. "Okay, I'll be gentle."
He reached behind him to the bedside table where he saw a bottle of lube sitting. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers before rubbing it into his friend. He smiled wider when he found that he was already slick and stretched enough.
He held his cock in his hand and lightly ran the tip along the skin of Michael's bare bottom. He prodded at his entrance a few times and got the other man to moan lowly. He wondered if he would be able to get him to moan his name, or better yet, scream it. How long would it take for him to get Michael there?
He slipped the tip in and was surprised when he moaned himself. The tight heat mixed with the smooth slide of lubricant felt wonderful. He pushed a little further. He figured he didn't need to be overly careful, Michael had just been using a toy after all.
His dick throbbed when he saw that Michael was rubbing his nipple between his fingers. Rob leaned forward to reach around him to stroke his cock, inadvertently going in deeper.
Michael whimpered. He arched his back and pushed his bottom backward to try and get more. Rob rocked his hips into him slowly. Apparently, too slowly. Michael reached behind him to try and pull Rob closer.
He tisked at him and grabbed Michael's wrist, pinning it to the bed. His other hand was still fondling Michael's cock and balls.
Rob saw him bite his lip after a particularly deep thrust. He went a little faster a few times to try and get some more moans out of him. He succeeded in getting a grunt and very noisy and erotic breathing. He pulled all the way out and admired Michael's gaping entrance. The ring of muscle was loosely grasping at nothing.
Michael whined. Mischievously, Rob quickly reentered and sunk in as far as he could. The whine turned into a surprised whimper. "Rob, please?" He begged quietly after Rob hadn't moved in awhile.
"Please what?" He grinned.
He didn't get an immediate answer, Michael was focusing on his breathing. Rob grabbed his ass tightly, spreading him.
Michael shuddered, "Please.. fuck. Fuck me." He gripped the sheets underneath him as he panted open-mouthed.
Rob slowly slid out and caused him to shudder again. "Oh.."
"Feel good?" He chuckled at the mess his friend has become.
The man hummed beneath him.
Rob decided to stop teasing and steadily thrust into him. Michael's moans got desperately louder. There weren't any words being formed. Rob resigned the idea of him screaming his name.
Michael's leaking member was slapping against his stomach from the force he was being shoved into with. Rob wrapped his hand around it again and stroked it through his precum. It wasn't long after that before Michael was climaxing. He gasped from the released pressure that had built up.
"Good.. good boy. So good for me," Rob panted. He still stroked Michael's now over-stimulated cock. The mess made his hand slide smoothly against his skin.
"R.. Rob.." A whimper was muffled into the bedsheets.
"Louder, baby."
He turned his mouth away from the sheets. "Rob.." His jaw hung open.
"Scream it for me." Rob's stroking hand started to grip him tighter as he felt his climax approaching. His thrusts were sloppy and his muscles were getting tired.
"Rob." He said a little louder. Knowing it wasn't loud enough, he didn't wait for more direction before repeating himself. "Rob! Oh! F-"
"Fuck." Rob pulled out just in time. He quickly grabbed himself to try and direct his aim. Michael's bottom was soon covered in his slick.
Rob sat back on his heels to catch his breath. He grinned at the sight of Michael's thoroughly fucked ass.
The man beneath him rolled over to reveal that there was just as much of a mess on his front as there was on his bottom.
"I think we ruined the bedsheets."
Rob chuckled. "You can sleep in mine tonight. After we get you cleaned up."
Michael caught the "we" in his sentence. "You'll help me clean up? Good, because I'm not confident that I can stand at the moment."