Page 16 of Stroke Rate

River walked in first, standing a few steps away, back turned to Chris, the wide breadth of his shoulders rising and falling—giving away his nervous breathing as the door snicked shut. Chris leaned against it for support, panting as if he had just run a mile while giving them both a minute to regroup. River pivoted to face Chris. His cheeks were pink, and his mouth was pursed, taking his fill of Chris. River’s warm honey eyes raked the length of Chris’ body—seeming to like what he saw, as he gave the obvious tent in his pants a squeeze. Their eyes met as Chris moaned, mirroring River’s movement on his own cock.

“Come here, Riv,” Chris panted into the space between them. Still grinding into his hand, trying not to seem as eager as he was as he bit the inside of his cheek to prevent the whine that kept trying to bubble from his throat. River took a few long strides and stood in front of Chris, looking down on him as he abused his lip with his thumb and forefinger. River’s poor lip was so red from the abuse it had taken that day, looking more and more like a raspberry by the minute. A berry that Chris needed to suck on, just to see how juicy and sweet it was—just like the man it belonged to. Chris pulled on the neck of River’s shirt, putting their foreheads together. River’s eyes searched his own for something, but Chris wasn’t sure for what. They were so close, close enough that their noses brushed. Close enough that all of River’s features were hazy and soft—reminding Chris of one of those magic eye pictures—like if he let his gaze relax just a bit, all of River’s secrets would become clear. He leaned up and licked the tip of River’s nose, breaking the crackling tension that filled the air.

River huffed a laugh. “What the fuck?”

“Been wanting to do that all day,” he laughed, bumping his nose against River’s and then nipping it. “That too," he kept going, smiling against River's open mouth, before kissing his exposed front teeth. “This nose is sexy, River. I want you to rub it all over my body,” he said, giving it one more little lick before kissing his lips again.

“You think my nose is sexy?” River said, pulling back from the kiss, confusion spread across his face.

"Mmm," Chris moaned into River's mouth, kissing him once more.

“W-w-we r-r-really shouldn't do this.” River broke the kiss, that same searching gaze Chris had seen before crossing his features, marking his perfect face with apprehension.

“Why, Riv?”

“I-I-I am your coach. I haven't done this in a l-l-long time. You deserve more. Better.” The last word, spoken with such sorrow, pierced Chris to his core.

“Fuck that, not my coach yet. You haven’t signed anything, and I deserve whatever I say—and right now that’s you, River. So get your ass on that bed and pull yourself out, show me that big cock you've been rubbing.”

River did as he was told, walking backwards, never taking his eyes off of Chris as he pulled his shirt over his head. Chris watched with rapt attention as River hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his joggers and pushed them down his thighs. His cock springing free and hitting his stomach hard, just as big as Chris had imagined.

“No briefs, dirty boy,” Chris said. River blushed the prettiest pink, biting his bottom lip, as Chris stalked towards him like River was his prey, eyes pinging between River’s nervous blown-out pupils and the most beautiful uncut cock he had ever seen. River sat at the edge of the bed, stroking his length as Chris lowered himself to the floor. “Move your hands so I can play, Riv,” he said, batting at River’s hand—a shuddering breath left his lips as Chris took over jacking him. “Jesus fucking Christ, this is not fair. What the fuck? Unfucking fair, River.” Panting as he squeezed River’s length, watching a drop of precum bead at the tip. Chris could not stop himself from taking River’s plush head into his mouth, pressing the hardened tip of his tongue into River’s slit.

“Jesuuus fucking Chrissst,” River hissed through a clenched jaw.

“Too much?” Chris mumbled around River’s girth, his mouth so full of cock he was drooling down his chin. River mumbled some inaudible words as Chris looked up, finding River panting and whispering to himself. “What's that baby, I can't hear you.”

“I said not enough and I-I-I'm going to die.”

“Not going to die, Riv, but this cock,” Chris said, before licking River's slit again, “is unfair to the rest of us mere mortals.” Kissing the tip. “Not only do you walk around looking like sex on a stick, but you have this between your legs too? What is this life?” He whispered as River laughed. Chris continued his ministrations, massaging his tongue against the plump vein running the underside of River’s dick. “Fucking uncut, un-fucking cut,” Chris mumbled as he sucked on River’s foreskin, before pulling back and running his thumb around the exposed head of River’s dick, smearing the precum around and looking up as he sucked his thumb into his mouth. “Fuck, you even taste good. Of course you do,” he groaned out as he licked the sticky liquid from his lips.

“Dead," River groaned as he plopped his head onto the bed. “I'm de-dead.”

“Oh, baby, we haven't even gotten started. Tell me what you want, Riv?”

“Can you come up here?” River asked, as Chris knee-walked his way up the bed, straddling River’s thighs, running his hands up River's firm chest, squeezing his pecs. He took River’s right nipple between his fingers and pinched it, then moved to the left one, making River gasp and squirm. “Ye-ye-yes yes, that’s it, please, please, that. So good, you feel so good.” Chris leaned down and pulled one pebbled nub into his mouth. “Mmm, fuck, yes. Can-can- can you take off your clothes?” River sputtered as Chris pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving his briefs on, needing a barrier to protect him as if the underwear were a safe little haven.

Chris couldn’t believe what he was allowing River to do. All the touching was so much more than Chris had ever permitted other lovers. Every brush of River’s fingers and touch of his lips was more tender than Chris had ever experienced. It was overwhelming, and it was amazing, and it was a lot. As soft and warm as River’s presence was; there was still part of Chris’ nervous system that was screaming this was wrong. That having River's hands all over him was dangerous. It was confusing and frustrating, and Chris just wanted the endless internal battles to stop. He wanted to experience sex without so many rules, without having to think about where the other person's hands were going to go. Chris wanted to have sex without having to talk about boundaries and giving rules. His movements slowed, mind a jumble of emotions that he didn't want to have right then. River seemed to feel Chris' unease, his hands moving to cradle Chris’ hips, thumbs tracing circles on his skin, making Chris’ tense body loosen. Chris found River’s touch to be grounding and reassuring, not at all scary, and that realization allowed him to surrender at last, to let go and simply feel.

“You okay?” River asked, lifting his head to look at Chris.

“I'm fine. It’s nothing.” Chris shook his head, not letting the thoughts trying to claw at him ruin the moment. Settling his weight on top of River, Chris nuzzled his nose into his furry armpit; it smelled like sweat and musky man, and Chris wanted to roll around in it. To cover his whole body in the smell of River, like a wild animal would do with its mate, marking itself with their scent.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he moaned as River thrust up, his hard cock leaking all over both of them. Chris' thrusts were smooth, with abundant sticky liquid, as he rubbed his abs along River’s length, grinding them into the bed. “Riv, what do you want? Whatever you want.”

“Suck my cock? I-I want you to suck my cock?” River asked, as if he was questioning himself.

"Yes, baby." Dropping to peck River's lips, Chris made his way down River's body, placing open-mouthed kisses as he traveled south, leaving small little kitten licks down his abdomen. He nuzzled and huffed into the juncture of River's hip and thigh, making goosebumps snake down his legs. Chris looked up to find River with an arm over his eyes and a big grin breaking through the bite he had on his bottom lip.

“What River?” Chris murmured into his groin.

“Sorry, sssso ticklish, your breath tickles.”

Chris did it again and again as River wiggled and laughed under his hold.

“Fuck, I like it Riv, I like your hair so much. I want to set up camp right here. Fucking love it, I love the way you smell,” he said, rubbing his cheek against him, ignoring River’s straining cock he was thrusting closer to Chris’ face. “Love how you taste,” he said, licking River’s thigh.

“Y-yo-you’re killing me,” River huffed as Chris' hand ‌wrapped around his shaft, pulling it to his mouth to lick the plush head, pressing the tip of his tongue into River’s slit again.