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The dark spot on his ceiling is growing.
Norman has been alternating between staring at it, tracking it’s growth against the specks of dust dotting his ceiling, and his apartment door for the past hour. He had called his building maintenance, and they had assured him that someone would be over as soon as possible, but that it likely wouldn’t be until the morning. Which wouldn’t do because the spot was growing.
A knock on his front door startles him out of his vigil. He approaches the door cautiously, unsure of who could be visiting at this time at night. But when he opens the door, there is only a dark-haired man on the other side, one he happens to be quite familiar with. Before he can even open his mouth to say anything, the other man cuts him off.
“I’m Ray,” he introduces, “I’m here to take a look at the plumbing.”
Norman’s mouth opens, gaping like a fish before snapping shut with a sharp click. He regards Ray with cool eyes for a moment before stepping aside to let the plumber inside his apartment.
“It took you long enough.” Norman accuses, his tone sharp. “I hope you’re not intending to charge me for your tardiness.”
Ray, the plumber, gives him a strained smile, watching as the other man closes and locks the front door behind him. “Of course not sir.”
Norman watches him for a moment before gesturing further into the apartment. “Pipe’s over here.” He turns and makes his way down the hall, not even turning to see if Ray is following him, just trusting that he is. Norman stops at the last door in the hallway, opening it to the dark room beyond and walking inside.
Halfway into what appears to be a bedroom, Norman spins around. He hooks his fingers into the sleep pants he had been wearing and pushes them down his toned legs, boxers and all, revealing his half-hard cock.
A borderline disgusted look flashes across Ray’s face before he takes the two steps to close the gap between them and drops to his knees. He helps Norman step out of his pyjamas before reaching up to gently cup his balls, shaking a shudder out of the light-haired man.
Ray’s eyes flicker up to Norman’s face, his eyes already closed in pleasure, before he wraps a hand around his half-hard cock, giving it a few strokes. He gives the tip of Norman’s cock an experimental lick, wrapping his lips around the head when he gives a high-pitched whine.
He takes Norman’s full length into his mouth, swallowing until the tip is twitching against the back of his throat. Ray swirls his tongue as well he can around Norman’s length, feeling him grow hard in his mouth. When his cock is a stiff line nudging it’s way down his throat, Ray pulls back slowly, letting it drag along his tongue and bottom lip.
Ray fists Norman’s cock, pumping the hard length and spreading his saliva along it. He drags the flat of his tongue down the length of it, dragging another shuddery moan from the man above him. Ray releases Norman’s cock, rocking back on the balls of his feet and standing back up. He pushes the other man towards his bed just as his eyes are opening in surprise.
“Get on the bed,” Ray commands.
Norman opens his mouth, no doubt to protest, but Ray keeps shoving at him. Pushing until he’s falling against the messed covers of the bed. Ray begins stripping his clothes one by one, the tool belt he’s wearing falling to the floor with a dull thunk , all the trinkets inside of it weighing it down. Norman pulls his shirt off before he scoots himself up the bed until he’s resting against the pillows, watching Ray strip with hooded eyes.
Once his last piece of clothing is fluttering to the ground, Ray climbs onto the bed, crawling on all fours along the length of Norman’s body until he can connect their lips. Ray settles himself into Norman’s lap, moaning into his mouth when his half-hard cock rubs along the hard line of Norman’s fully erect own.
While their tongues battled for dominance, Ray pushes their bodies together, rubbing to create friction. They separate, breathing in each other’s panting breaths. “I want you to fuck me.” He whispers against Norman’s lips, startling a pleased whine from the other’s throat.
Norman grasps at Ray’s arms, fingers digging bruises into his biceps. They manoeuvre each other until Ray is stretched out on his stomach. Norman hovers above him, ghosting a hand down Ray’s spine, relishing the tremors that dance under his skin.
Quickly retrieving the lube from the nightstand, Norman coats his fingers in the cool liquid, rolling his digits together to warm it up. He lays a playful smack against the swell of Ray’s pale ass, laughing when the other man hisses, cursing him under his breath. A finger circles Ray’s puckered asshole, dipping in and then out.
Ray gives a shudder beneath him, a needy whine falling from his lips when Norman’s finger pushes into him to the second knuckle. He gently works it in circles before working a second digit in, scissoring them to stretch Ray out. By the time he has a third finger working gently in and out, the dark-haired man is a panting mess beneath him. His hips give half thrusts, just brushing the tip of his dick against the beds mussed covers, drawing hisses of pleasure that border on pain from his lips.
Norman withdraws his fingers, leaving Ray empty and wanting. But not for long as soon Norman is nudging the tip of his dick against Ray’s entrance, slowly slipping in to the hilt. He stretches himself out over Ray’s back, settling his chin on his trembling shoulder. Norman drags his tongue along the shell of Ray’s ear, scraping his teeth against the skin.
“I would hold on to something,” he breathes, “because I’m going to fuck, hard, until you can’t even remember your own name.”
True to his word, Norman lays a hand flat against the dip of Ray’s back, pushing until his face is buried into the mattress with his pert ass. He slips out halfway before ramming back in, feeling Ray clench around him.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctured by harsh pants and keening whines. Ray starts to mumble incoherently about the same time Norman starts to feel the tightening in his lower stomach. Leaning forward, Norman fists Ray’s cock, stroking it roughly. A few pumps is all it takes against Ray’s over-sensitive skin before he’s coming with a heaving sob, coating Norman’s fingers in his sticky seed.
Norman’s fingers dig grooves into Ray’s hips, holding him in place while his hips snap against the others, chasing his own pleasure. He buries himself to the hilt, pushing as deep as he can go as Ray’s body continues to clench around him, milking him of his own seed. He waits until the shuddery aftershocks finish in both of them before pulling out, the wet sucking noise it makes loud in the suddenly quiet room.
Ray collapses on the bed as Norman rolls off him and onto his side of the bed. When both of their breathing has evened out, Norman shifts to his side, wrapping an arm loosely around Ray’s middle. He pulls him flush against his chest before pulling the thin blanket over them both.
“We really need to call a plumber in the morning,” Norman murmurs sleepily after a few moments.
Ray snorts, burrowing himself down further under the blanket and into Norman’s body. “Didn’t you see my tool belt? I can fix it.”
“What did you even put in there?” Norman questions.
Enough time passes that Norman believes Ray has fallen asleep before his boyfriend finally pipes up in a quiet voice. “It’s just a bunch of shit from our car.” Norman laughs, burying his face in Ray’s shoulder. He shushes any retort Ray may have with a quick peck to the sharp curve of his shoulder and a murmured good night.