Page 63 of Antagonist

“Fuck, Fletcher.”

“How about a tour of my bedroom before we give the neighbors a show?”

I open my eyes and look around. Sure enough, there are neighboring cabins with their lights on.

“I think that might be a good idea.”

He pulls me inside and closes the door behind us.

I barely register the way to the bedroom because my eyes stay on Fletcher’s ass as he moves in front of me.

The room is exactly what I’d expect to find in a cabin. The bed takes up most of the space and is full of blankets and pillows. There’s a small fireplace and a wall-to-wall window facing the lake. The curtains are open, framing the moonlit lake perfectly.

Fletcher doesn’t turn the lights on. Instead, he presses a button on the side of the fireplace and it turns on, immediately giving a warm glow to the room.

He takes his jacket off and drapes it over the armchair in the corner, then turns slowly and starts undoing the buttons on his white shirt.

I swallow, my mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. “What you said before…about finishing yourself…” I say. “You do that a lot?”

“A lot more since I’ve met you, Harrison Davis.”

His moves are slow, practiced, and aimed at giving me a show. I take my jacket off and let it fall on the floor by the side of the bed.

With his shirt open, he untucks the rest and removes it completely.

My mouth waters at the sight of his bare chest. Everything about Fletcher is tightly packed into his slight frame as if there’s no space for waste. His nipples are the perfect size for his pecs and there’s a trace of muscle on his chest and tummy.

“You’re stunning, Fletcher.”

“Can I undress you?” he asks, but his hands are already on the buttons of my shirt.

“Yes…”

My whole body feels like a nuclear reactor to the way Fletcher confidently touches me. It’s as if he’s been doing this to me for a lifetime.

“You’re so strong, Harrison.” He touches my chest and leans in to suck on one of my nipples before switching to the other.

I can’t wait any longer. I need skin on skin, and I need to find out if Fletcher’s cock is really as long as it felt that day at the studio.

He lets out a surprised squeak when I lift him up and throw him on the bed.

“Oh, now we’re talking, big guy,” he chuckles, going for the button and zipper on his pants.

I get rid of my pants, shoes, and socks, and the moment Fletcher is also in nothing but his underwear, I cover his body with mine.

“Fuck yes,” he gasps, opening his legs to give me better access and wrapping them around my waist.

I kiss him with all the pent-up need coursing through my body. Even through our underwear, rubbing against Fletcher feels like the best sex I’ve ever had.

“Fletch, I need to be inside you before this ends embarrassingly early.”

His thighs are like steel grips around my waist. “You can have my ass if I can have yours. I’ve come so many times thinking of you squeezing me deep inside you.”

My ass clenches at the thought of having Fletcher inside me.

“Fuck yes.”

His legs fall away from me as he reaches out for his wallet. He groans as he removes a condom and a small pack of lube.