Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
My eyes widened in surprise as I felt John push against me, trying to get me to follow his lead. It didn't take much convincing, though. With his lips pressed against mine, my eyelids fell and the tension in my body melted away, along with our surroundings. It was as if we were only two people out at this hour.
                          
Wanting to deepen the moment, I brought my hands that had unconsciously found their way to his shoulders down his chest, my fingers teasing the buckle of his belt. Without skipping a beat, I undid the accessory holding his pants up and tore it out from the belt loops. John was so skinny that there was no need to pull his pants down—gravity took care of that for me. 
                          
He pulled away and looked down to see that he'd been exposed, the corner of his lips perking up into a smirk as he intertwined his fingers with mine and stuck my hand into his underwear, placing it right on himself. I couldn't help but gasp as he returned his attention to me, the smirk on his face widening into a suggestive grin.
                          
"You're the only guy who's done this to me," he whispered, his statement packed with pleasure as he began to guide my hand up and down, "That's what I meant when I said you're different."
                          
I slowly met his gaze, my breathing starting to pick up as I began to continue the motion on my own—another motion that seemed to come about naturally. Allowing instinct to take over, I leaned in and kissed him sloppily, quickening the pace at which my hand moved and unraveling John more than either of us anticipated; it was evident in his moan that was muffled by my mouth, my name coming out in a strained murmur. He barely could spit out the warning "Rog!" before he came, gripping onto my shoulders as his body gave in to the sensation. 
                          
He fell against me as he finished, the two of us stumbling backwards into the railing and panting in exhaustion from the unexpected intensity of the moment. I retracted my sticky hand from his underwear and wiped it on my denim button down, looking over my shoulder and out at the street in search of a pair of surveilling eyes. God forbid anyone saw us, or even heard us. It wasn't like we put forth any effort into masking our presence.
                          
My paranoid attention was stolen by a tug at my waist, my eyes being drawn down to John who'd gotten down on his knees and had undone the button and zipper on my jeans. A lustful haze filled his eyes as he grinned up at me, pulling my pants lower and taking my underwear with them. The fear that accompanied the surprise the action elicited pushed me back into the railing and extracted a worried, "What are you doing?" from the back of my throat.
                          
"Well there's two of us, isn't there?" he sneered, placing his hands on my thighs and smiling, "'Wouldn't be very fair if I left you like this." My eyebrows knit together as I watched him give my pants and underwear one final yank—unveiling the erection that had formed—and lean in. My eyes rolled back in my head in ecstasy, a moan almost immediately building up in my throat. 
                          
I tightly gripped onto the railing as my head dropped back, my lip getting caught underneath my teeth as I attempted to stifle the groan that wanted so desperately to escape. However, the task became daunting as John's teasing turned into something more, his gaze directed up at me as he watched me bask in the pleasure that had taken over my entire body, his smooth movements keeping steady. 
                          
I felt myself reaching the high and instinctively grabbed onto his hair. The moan I'd been holding back found its way out as I climaxed, the sound disguised by the slamming of a window. I held onto John as he pulled back and stood up, bringing his pants back up and glancing back over his shoulder. "What was that?" he asked, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt before securing his pants around his waist.
                          
"I don't know," I whispered, lazily grabbing at his face and bringing his attention back to me as I broke out into a smile, laughing a bit. "John, I...I just...I can't...I-I thought you were never going to come back."
                          
He smiled, his grin wearier than mine as he replied, "I just wanted to find a good way to show you that nothing happened between Paul and me. He and I, we're just friends, Roger. But you and me...we're more than that." He brought his hand up and tucked a piece of my blonde hair—weighed down by the sweat dripping down my face—behind my ear, a blush creeping up in his cheeks before he clarified, "We just can't have anyone know." 
                          
The pure bliss that had washed over me quickly subsided at his words, wiping away the smile that stretched from ear to ear. "What?"