Page 68 of AJ’s Fire

AJ and I had behaved amazingly well over the past weeks. We might have been all over each other behind the closed doors of my condo, but to the rest of the world, we were back to being best friends, though we talked much more about LGBT+ charities and much less about our sexual escapades than we had done in the past.

So I assumed AJ merely wanted to talk to me in private. Though I couldn’t imagine about what.

Room 201 was one of a few small classrooms down a hallway a floor below our lounge and kitchen area. AJ and I had had a fateful conversation in that very room years before. As I walked down the hall, I could tell the classrooms were empty as each door had a narrow rectangular window in it. I kept walking down the empty hallway until I reached 201. I entered to find AJ in the corner along the wall.

“Aje?”

“Come here,” he growled.

“What’s going on?” I sauntered over, wondering what we needed to talk about in private and why AJ looked like he was in time-out.

“Why are you standing over here?” I said as I arrived in front of him, and we were face-to-face. He grasped my arms rather tightly before he swung us around, manhandling me until I was against the wall.

“No blinds on the fucking door,” he explained.

I responded with an oof as I hit the wall. His grip tightened, and he kissed me quickly, aggressively. We’d learned a lot about each other over the past weeks, and I knew that sometimes AJ was insatiable. He’d reined in that particular emotion so far when we were in public or at work. Well, except for that one night when we were out with the Family Fun Day committee, and he’d dragged me to the bathroom.

But the night before had been so fucking hot. We’d just been sitting there, watching a stupid reality show on TV, both of us zoned out, I thought, simply too lazy to get up and go to bed. Then without warning he’d slumped off the couch and onto his knees in front of me. Without saying a word, he’d brought his hands to my waist, and I lifted up so that he could drag my shorts down and off. Hands on my thighs, he took my flaccid member into his mouth until it was anything but flaccid. A rather loud, rather obnoxious commercial jingle that AJ and I had joked and complained about before came on, and I caught AJ’s eye. He didn’t stop what he was doing, but he smiled around my hard cock, laughter alight in his eyes. I rolled my eyes at the song, but then I caressed his cheek. It was this oddly intimate moment, both because of the filthy act we were engaged in, but also because of our connection, our friendship, our shared laugh over a silly pop-culture moment.

I was thinking about all of those things, not just his hot mouth on my cock, when the commercial came on at the station. Apparently, AJ had remembered too.

He ground into me, then pulled our lips apart like it took effort. “Should I hum the song?” I smirked.

“You should shut the fuck up unless you want to get caught,” he said as he lowered himself to his knees.

“Aje.”

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“We shouldn’t.” He unzipped me.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, staring at my dick.

“I …” I hissed as his mouth moved on me. I was half hard this time, thanks to all the shoving and kissing and the excitement of possibly being caught.

AJ had taken to blowing me like it was his life’s work, and I was not complaining. Without preamble, he worked me over, fast and hard. I started to grunt, and he pulled off with a shhh, breathing it onto my oversensitive cock. He was back on me then, taking me as deep as he could, a trick he had been practicing and working up to for the past few weeks. It was a really good trick.

I came down his throat, repeating the phrase don’t scream in my head. As the world reformed around me; I think I might have heard myself whispering it out loud once or twice.

AJ smiled up at me, hands on his thighs, hard-on visible even through our heavy-duty pants, looking mighty proud. I smiled down, then leaned my head back to catch my breath. I opened my eyes to AJ standing in front of me, lips moist and glistening. I kissed him, and there was a drop of cum still in his mouth. His tongue transferred the liquid into my mouth, and we both groaned as I swallowed around him.

It was my turn. I shoved AJ against the wall and unzipped him enough to pull his hard cock out from the material. “I wish I could shove this thing in me right now, but this will have to do.”

I was on my knees, putting all of my practice to work to get him off as quickly as he had me. I should have pulled off to remind him to be quiet because he failed that part fairly spectacularly.

I tucked him back in as we kissed and shared a taste of him. “Stay here,” he said into my lips before stealing one more kiss and heading to the door. He peeked out.

“You first.” He opened the door for me.

I risked one last kiss on my way out, grabbing his ass. “This is fucking mine tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” he articulated again as I slipped out the door and down the hall.

We found time that night for me to keep that promise even though we had to be up early on our day off the next day to set up the park for Family Fun Day.

We arrived together, and I was all set to explain to AJ’s brother and our friends that we had randomly met at the entrance, but no one batted an eye when we arrived at the check-in station together.

“There they are!” Jamie seemed very animated given the ungodly hour of the morning. I told him as much.