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Chris and Tom were napping together on the couch in one of the writer’s rooms. Taika had been sleeping between them until he was called to set. After that, Tom squirmed closer to Chris and wrapped an arm around him.
The stirring woke Chris just enough that he could feel the other man’s warmth and he wrapped an arm around him to keep him close, kissing Tom softly on the forehead.
“Did you just kiss me on the forehead?” Tom said sleepily.
“Well, you’re practically humping my leg so I figured it would be okay.”
Tom snorted a laugh. “Lying next to you is not the same as humping. I’m cold.”
Chris moved them around so that he was the big spoon to Tom’s little spoon, putting his strong arms over top of the Brit to surround him with as much body heat as he could. “Better?”
“Mmmm,” Tom murmured as he wiggled his ass back even closer to Chris.
“I thought we’d never get rid of Taika,'' Tom said, his eyes still closed as he was drifting between sleep and wakefulness.
Chris’ hand slid down Tom’s body until it landed over the other man’s cock.
“Someone could walk in at any minute,” Tom scolded.
“You know I’m not good at keeping my hands to myself,” Chris whined as he pulled his hand away from Tom’s crotch and instead slipped it under the other man’s shirt, proceeding to explore all the parts of Tom’s body that he loved so much. His hipbone, his flat stomach, and finally the hard little nubs of Tom’s nipples. At his best friend’s gentle touch, Tom squirmed and moaned, rolling over on his back to give Chris better access to that sensitive part of his body.
Chris laughed as if he’d just won a game of chess and he plucked and flicked at a nipple as he watched Tom’s face, eyes still closed, contort into expressions of pleasure and desperation.
“I’ve noticed you’re a bit sensitive here. I wonder if I could get you off like this?”
Tom opened one eyelid. “You think you can make me cum just by touching my nipples?”
Chris grinned that wicked grin. “I think we’d both enjoy giving it a try. Am I wrong?” he asked as he flicked at one of the slimmer man’s nipples.
Tom moaned and squirmed at the feel of Chris’ thumb rubbing over his incredibly sensitive nipple. He’d known from his own exploration that his chest was an incredibly powerful erogenous zone and often when tending to his own cock, he enhanced the feeling by using his other hand to tug at a nipple.
Before Tom could protest, they were in a rather public area of the building after all, Chris had tugged the Brit’s shirt off and tossed it on the ground to get better access to the body part he was going to be ravishing. And Tom grew pliant and helpless as he felt the first lick of Chris’ tongue over his nipple. It was heaven. Pure heaven.
As Chris nipped and sucked at one nipple, his fingers rubbed circles around the other. He bit gently and tugged at the nipple in his mouth until Tom groaned with uncontained pleasure.
“Chris, Jesus,” Tom murmured.
“Technically,” Chris said between warm, wet licks, “The script says I’m a god, but you can call me Jesus if you want.”
Tom chuckled then quickly arched his back off the couch when Chris covered the neglected nipple with his hot mouth and started sucking a bruise into it. He felt his cock grow fully erect from the sensations Chris was lavishing on his nipples. The bruise he was sucking would be sensitive for days and Tom welcomed the constant reminder that he’d had Chris’ mouth on him. He’d feel it constantly as his tender nipples would be rubbed by the movement of his shirts.
“That feels so fucking good,” Tom groaned as he slid a hand down to palm himself.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Chris admonished him. “That’s cheating. Nipples only. Hold your arms over your head and keep them stretched out that way. No touching for you.”
Tom grinned playfully and slowly obeyed, moving his arms up over his head. The concentration required to keep from moving them brought a whole new element to their encounter. Obedience, submission, nipple play. All of this was on Tom’s internal favorites list. He’d never vocalized any of that to Chris. That’s how astute the Australian was. He was always watching Tom out of the corner of his eye as if he was categorizing likes and dislikes, wants, and needs, and that was even before they started getting physical.
“Look at you being such a good boy, Tommy,” Chris whispered as he ran his fingers up one of Tom’s outstretched arms, giving him goosebumps and shivers.
Chris leaned in and kissed him long and slow as his hand slid back down to trace lazy circles around a nipple. “You know, Tommy. I think you quite like doing what I say.” And before Tom could even respond, the other man bent down to suck hard on the nipple that wasn’t quite purple enough yet.
Tom moaned, his eyelids fluttering shut, and he arched up off the couch as Chris started tugging at the bruised nipple with his teeth. He kept his hands as he was told even though it was incredibly difficult, and he lifted his ass as if seeking friction for his engorged cock.
“Since you’ve been such a good boy for me, you can rut against my thigh to finish yourself off. Keep your hands where they are, though. Then Chris bit one nipple as he pinched the other and the arousal of it had Tom quickly squirming to haul one leg over Chris’ as he rutted his whole body against Chris’ strong, thick thigh. It took no more than twenty seconds before the delicious pain in his nipples combined with the friction of his cock on his lover’s thigh led to Tom crying out in orgasmic bliss. Tears had formed on his lower eyelashes from the intensity of the release as his cock continued to pulse and spit until it finally collapsed.
There was a knock on the door and Tom and Chris quickly looked over their shoulders, praying that whoever was knocking had the common decency not to walk in after hearing what they absolutely must have heard.
“We’re busy!” Chris shouted.
“I can tell. I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m never napping with you again,” Taika said from behind the door.