Just a bit twisted

The next few weeks flew by like this.

Every night, Rutledge would come over, and the two of them would hang out in bed for hours, making love to each other until they were exhausted before falling asleep with their bodies intertwined.Sometimes, they would run into each other in the classroom building, or Sean would run into Rutledge's office and ride on his lap, and the two of them—

This is crazy.It's outrageous.Sean could barely take his hands off him; it was as if he had no control over his body.He's taken aback by his own greedy behavior; he's never been like this before.Things got worse.No matter how much they fucked, no matter how many orgasms he had, he always wanted more, more and more Drake, and even then he didn't feel like it was enough.

Drake.

This is another thing that makes Sean uneasy.He's caught himself thinking of Rutledge as "Drake" several times lately, more times than he's willing to accept.To make matters worse, he's no longer sure all he wants is sex.He liked kissing Rutledge a little too much, too.And what happens after the orgasm is over is the worst.Rutledge would kiss his face and neck, soft and lazy, and Sean would feel comfortable and warm—

Like the way Rutledge felt with his nose arching the back of his neck right now.

"God, get out," Sean complained, his face buried in the pillow, his voice still hoarse from what he'd slapped Rutledge earlier. "I have a night shift tonight. I have to go to work within two hours, and it will take a long time to get there." He frowned at the thought.He hated the night shift, he hated being assigned to that restaurant far down town, he hated leaving his twin sister with Mrs Hawkins at night.

Rutledge didn't move, and he was still lying on Sean's back in his tall and burly form.He was so heavy that Sean couldn't breathe, but Sean found that he didn't mind much about it.

"I'm leaving too," Rutledge said against his neck, kissing him there. "I have hundreds of papers to correct."

"Then did you change it to mine?"

"changed."

"And then?" While waiting for Rutledge's answer, Sean's heart tightened.He has put a lot of effort into this paper.

"The grades were okay," Rutledge said. "C."

Sean was a little discouraged. "oh."

Rutledge's lips remained on the back of his neck.

Then he turned Sean over and propped himself up on his elbows, leaning over him.He scanned Sean's face with those dark eyes. "Are you... not happy?"

"No," Sean chuckled without looking away, and whispered. "I just...I just want to do well on the test. Shut up those who gossip about us."

"If your grades get higher, the gossip will only get worse."

"Even if it does. But——I really want to get a high score."

Rutledge caught his chin with his fingers, forcing Sean to look at him.

He put on a very strange expression: a little anxious, and a little bit of something else. "You've done better than before," he said gruffly. "I thought you couldn't pass the exam so high."

Sean sneered and shook his head. "Then I should say thank you."

Rutledge stared at him with that half-annoyed look in his eyes, then leaned down and kissed him.

Sean wasn't quite sure how they got into Rutledge's state of wanting to thrust his cock into him again after kissing.

"You're kidding me," Sean said, half-joking, half-complaining. "I'm still in pain."

"Do it again," Rutledge said, in a tone that was both deflated and eager. "I'll take it easy."

"That's what you said last time," Sean said, but honestly, he didn't care at all.He's still in pain, yes, but God, he wants him so badly.

"I'm really light," Rutledge said, swinging his hips gently into him. "Until you start begging me to fuck you hard."

"I didn't."

Rutledge snorted in return.

"Shut up," Sean said, trying to keep his crotch still - trying not to let Rutledge find out how much he liked the sensations of getting his cock deep inside.He bit his lip, stifling the moan back into his throat.It's a little too embarrassing: Rutledge's penis hasn't touched his prostate yet, but he loves the incredible fullness, and the inclusion of another human being - Drake - The ecstatic intimacy of being inside, of being pressed against him, of being surrounded by him.Drake's heavy body pushed him into the mattress, wrapping him tightly.

"You don't have to go," Rutledge whispered in his ear, panting and swinging his hips in.

"What?" Sean managed to concentrate.

"You don't have to work there." A deep thrust. "I'll give the money—"

"You don't come."

"You've been paid before," Rutledge said, pushing his prostate, one after another.

"No." Sean crumpled the sheet in his hands.Such stimulation is too strong. "I can't take it anymore." He tried hard to remember what the two were talking about. "You know things were different before."

Rutledge stopped his lower body, making Sean whimper in disappointment.

"What's the difference?" Rutledge said in a strange voice.

Sean blinked in bewilderment.This is the first time the two of them have talked about this matter, but they didn't mention it before. "I gave you a blowjob because I needed money," he said quietly. "I slept with you because I wanted to."

"so?"

"Because I want you."

silence.

Sean felt himself blushing, and he warned himself not to be stupid.Rutledge wasn't unaware of what he was saying: their desire for each other was palpable.It's just that they never made it clear.

"What's wrong?" he said a little conflicted.

Rutledge made a low sound in his throat, and kissed him again, and then he changed the angle, and the rhythm of the thrust was steady and very satisfying.

"Is it comfortable?" Rutledge asked hoarsely as he pumped.

"Yes." Sean couldn't help panting. "Very comfortable."

He screamed louder and louder with each pump, his balls tightening with the imminent orgasm.

"Yeah, that's it," Rutledge whispered in his ear, kissing his ear. "Want you." He pressed wet kisses all over Sean's neck, and his thrusting rhythm became messy, but it didn't slow down in the slightest.

"Want you," he said again, his tone a little different.

The surging pleasure hit Sean violently, and he came out moaning loudly, his whole body trembling.God.

He only vaguely felt Rutledge pounding inside him for a moment, and then at last the whole person was motionless above him.Next, Rutledge stepped back and moved away from him, much to his disappointment and relief.

Sean opened his eyes and turned his head to the side.

Rutledge lay on his back, eyes wide open.His face was still a little flushed and his chest heaved up and down, but he was far from relaxed.His brows were still slightly furrowed, and his lips were drawn into a line.

Finally, Rutledge got out of bed, removed the condom, and began to dress.

Sean sat up, staring at Rutledge's tensed shoulders. "Can you drive me to work?"

Rutledge stopped buttoning his shirt.

Sean wasn't sure why he asked.He knew that Rutledge's house was in another part of the city far away.Since he had so much work to do when he got home, it wouldn't be worth it to drive Sean - it would waste hours of his time.

Seriously, how did he ask?This is too silly.

Sean stretched his sore muscles and rubbed some stiffness in his neck.

"Okay," Rutledge said simply, turning his face away again. "wear clothes."

Sean got off the bed and walked towards him barefoot, shivering a little; it was so cold in the room.

"It's okay if you don't want to," he said awkwardly, buttoning the remaining buttons on Rutledge's shirt.

Rutledge looked down at Sean's fingers.The expression on his face was stern. "I think."