Page 40 of Bro Code

Riley came across the room, rolling on the condom and lubing himself as he did. He slicked his fingers and trailed them around Louis’ hole, teasing him just enough to get the tiniest little impatient moan out of him before he slid them in. He worked him open, reaching around to stroke him, pressing his mouth to Louis’ shoulder as he watched his eyes in the window.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” said Louis, voice tight.

Riley lined up and was so ready he didn’t give any more warning before he slipped inside. Louis cried out, and Riley braced one hand over his on the window, wrapping the other around his waist to pull him hard against him.

“God, you feel really fucking good,” he growled.

“I know, I’m incredible.”

A rough laugh fell out of Riley as he started to fuck him, wrapping his arm tight around Louis’ middle and pressing his mouth to the side of his neck. Fuck, he really did feel good.

“You’re not looking,” Louis gasped.

Riley opened his eyes. “What?”

“At the view.” Louis grunted as Riley thrust into him again. “Look at the view.”

He did. It was a lot better now than it had been earlier, when he’d been freaking out about how many people were out there looking at his dumb Calvin Klein ad. Actually, right now, the thought of that kind of turned him on. He thought about Louis stumbling across that ad. Had he seen it? Did he like it? Had he even jerked off while looking at it? He slid his hand around to stroke him and Louis moaned.

Across the way, a light came on. It was an office building or something, most of the other windows were dark, but suddenly, a few floors down from them, there was a light.

“Shit,” Riley gasped. “Do you see that?”

“Uh huh.”

“You think they can see up here?”

Louis hissed through his teeth and arched, pushing his cock further into Riley’s fist. “I hope so. I bet we look so fuc–king good.” He turned his head and Riley kissed him, sloppy and sideways, stroking him faster. Louis groaned into his mouth. “Yes. Harder.”

Riley growled and went harder.

“Harder.”

He went harder.

“Harder.”

“Christ, okay–”

He tightened his fingers over Louis’, bracing on the window as he began slamming into him. He had to stop stroking Louis’ cock and grip him by one hip to keep him steady, and Louis took one hand off the window to work himself – not doing what he was told, but Riley let it slide. They kept going until Louis had fallen to his forearm and had his face pressed against the window, and was making a little high-pitched noise on every thrust. Riley could see a little cloud of breath appear with every whimper.

“Fuck,” Riley gasped, “I’m getting close.”

Louis’ reply came as one word on every thrust, like they were being pushed out of him by Riley’s cock. “Yeah. Fuck. Me. Too. Oh–”

He froze, and Riley felt him clench around him. His own orgasm began to pulse, and he grabbed Louis by both hips, slamming into him as he came. They ended up smashed against the window with Louis’ release smearing all over the glass and Riley’s teeth in his shoulder.

“Fuck, we’re gonna go through the window!” Louis panted.

“No we’re not, don’t be a drama queen.”

After they’d cleaned up and gotten mostly dressed, Louis perched on the table and opened his dessert box. Riley found him a fork from the kitchenette, and pulled out a chair as Louis waved the cookie at him. They ate in silence – but like a weird, comfortable silence – and finished the beers, both staring through the window. They’d forgotten to clean the glass.

Louis laughed and pointed with his fork. “Probably don’t wanna leave that for the maids.”

When they’d finished and Louis had tossed the box in the trash and washed his fork, Riley sat on the bed and watched him put on his shoes and coat. He felt hollow inside, which he’d been attributing to post-nut clarity, but realized as he watched Louis patting himself down for phone, wallet, keys, that actually…he just didn’t want Louis to leave. He didn’t want to be here all alone.