“... I mean, he still shows up, and it’s not like anyone dislikes having him around! I love when he shows up!”
“... Because you get someone to proofread your smut for free?”
“Yes-- no! Okay, a little bit.” He was giggling and slurring through his words. Harry could feel the heat on his face, his bottle nearly emptied in his hand. More importantly, he could feel the buzz, that delightful almost-fuzziness in his head.
Marco gave him a healthy chuckle. “But he’s still an uptight jackass.”
“Hey-- hey, I didn’t call him a jackass!” He still laughed through his sentence. “No no, Bill’s a good guy! I think he just had super conservative parents or something, so like, he’s had to hide everything? But I mean, the new guy – Josie, I think...?”
“Jesse.”
“Yeah, him – he like, didn’t wait for an ‘okay’ from Bill, so I totally get why he was pissed, but he’s never really been pissed off about literally anything else we do in there!”
In the back of his mind, Harry knew he was probably sharing a bit too much. Especially with someone who was technically on staff at the college... Perhaps a swig or two earlier, he would’ve acknowledged that his judgment was compromised, and he had to be a bit more careful about what he discussed with his new fling. Not necessarily the nature of the group itself being a fuck-fest between the six men – Harry already let that slip a couple dates ago – but the drama unfolding between them. In his defense, Marco seemed just fine with his apparent polycule, so spilling a little of the tea behind it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
Marco tapped his thick fingers idly against the table. “Do you think he overreacted... because he was jealous or something? Maybe he wanted his dicks sucked first?”
“That’d be so fucked,” Harry mused. “No, I bet it’s the other way around: I think he gets a little pissed because he has to watch someone else riding or sucking Nick’s fuckin’ python cock every day... But like, why does he never just jump the dude’s bones himself?” Another swig, and the bottle emptied down his gullet. The bitterness stuck to the back of his throat. Some water to wash it down wouldn’t be bad, but he thought that should come later in the night. “I swear, everybody has fucked everyone in that club, except for the two high school buddies...”
Marco looked at Harry’s face, his smile softening. “Really gettin’ flustered thinking about it, huh?”
“What?” Harry squinted.
“’Cause your face is all red?” Marco traced along his own cheeks as he spoke.
“Oh shut up~!” He couldn’t help but giggle over it. A thought came to mind. “Man, I shouldn’t go home like this~ My parents are gonna be so pissed at me if I come home shitfaced~!”
His date could only smirk at him. “Oh yeah? You think they’d whoop your ass?” He poked the bottle in Harry’s hand. “My parents would kick my ass too – if they figured out I got drunk off of just two beers!”
Harry’s laughter was uproarious. “No, no, I mean it, dude! What’m I gonna do~?” His brown eyes gleamed as he looked expectantly at Marco.
Marco let the silent pouting drag on for a moment longer, grinning all the while, before standing up and taking hold of Harry’s arm. “I bet you thought that was so subtle, didn’t you?”
The lock barely clicks behind them when Harry throws himself on Marco’s thick body. It takes an effort to reach his lips, not just for the height difference, but the inebriation throwing off his balance. He kissed like a wolf, desperate to sink his tongue into his partner’s mouth, excitement emanating from his whole body.
“Come on,” Marco breathed between sloppy kisses, “slow down a little...!”
Harry complied, if only barely. “What’s up?” he asked, only to dive in for another kiss in less than a breath.
“It’s just...” Marco put a gentle hand on Harry’s chest. “I dunno, it’s a bit weirder doing this when you’re drunk. I don’t wanna push you into doing stuff you’ll regret--”
“Yeah, because you’re pushing so hard,” he giggled back.
“Sure...” The sarcasm wasn’t lost on him, but there was still that hint of hesitance.
“Hey, come on,” Harry insisted, “what am I doing that I wouldn’t do sober?” Marco takes the words to heart, but the younger man still takes the lead to the mattress. “Wait~! That’s a good idea! I wanna try doing something you’re into!”
“Wh-- Harry.” His palm met his forehead. There was still a smile on his lips. “Fine, fine, but I’m not that kinky a guy... I guess...”
Harry beamed, bouncing ass-first onto the bed. He already had his jacket zipped down by the time Marco followed suit. He was a touch surprised to find bare skin beneath, until he recalled the coffee spill from this morning. He shrugged, keeping the jacket on his shoulders and instead flinging his pants off as fast as he could.
“Holy shit-- Harry, slow down a little!” Marco pleaded, as Harry’s trunks were already sliding down his thighs. “Damn, I knew you were eager for this, but... I mean, maybe make a bit of a show of the rest...?”
“Oh, what, can’t keep up, gramps~?” The playful jab rose Marco’s eyebrow. “Not much to make a show of, anymore, except...” Harry thought about it for a moment, then gave his partner a wily grin. “Marco~?”
He winced hearing his name. “Uh-huh...?”
Harry slid a finger under one of his black socks, raising it in the air. “So you said you’re not that kinky, but you’ve still got a thing or two you’re into, right~?”
“S-sure...” He was still undressing, even as Harry interrogated him. However drunk that dork was, he was lucid enough to know exactly what he was doing.
“So...” He teased down his finger, slowly pulling the sock down to his heel. “Why don’tcha tell me what you’re into~?”
“Harry...”
“Come on~” he taunted, “How’m I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me~?” He snuck the sock up further, until it only covered the ball of his foot and the toes beyond it.
The two men each had a blush mirroring the other’s across their cheeks. Marco blurted out, “It’s feet, alright!?” He dropped trou as he spoke, his cock already half-erect as his boxers fell. “I didn’t really wanna say anything about it, because people usually think liking feet’s kinda w--”
“Fuck yeah,” Harry cut him off excitedly, “Finally, I get to actually give someone a footjob!”
Marco stammered. “You-- you what.”
“Yeah, no one at the club is all that into feet, so I just kinda held off on it.” He slings the sock on his into the same pile as his pants and underwear. Even as he does, he clumsily rubs at Marco’s crotch with the now-bare foot. “It’s not like they don’t have their fair share of kinks, but I mean – it’s easier to just play the club sub than shoehorn my own thing in there!”
Marco grimaced, his face stuck somewhere between relief, annoyance, and – most obviously – arousal. He let Harry take the lead, keeping his crotch in line as his stiffening cock rose. Harry was already taking off his other sock, toeing at the rod before him. It didn’t take too much effort to graze along his foreskin, even gently tugging it back a bit from the right angle.
But as each of them were finding – even as the dork’s other foot joined in on the action – this was an awkward angle to work with. Regardless of his affinities, Harry couldn’t hope to use his feet with the same fidelity as his hands. Getting any real friction called for both of his legs to work in tandem, and he simply lacked the experience to coordinate his feet like that. The inebriation certainly wasn’t helping him, either.
A couple of clumsy minutes was all Marco gave. “Okay, hang on,” he protested, getting a hold of Harry’s grippers, “let’s try something else for a sec.” Harry backed off obediently, keeping an eye on that crotch all the while. He had to move quick once he saw Marco roll onto the mattress with him, shuffling over to the far edge. He didn’t stray far, happy to cuddle up close to that burly, soft tummy. He even let his hand stray to the meaty cock below – an act Marco reciprocated.
He wouldn’t stay there long, still caught on the thought of appeasing his own interests – shared though they were. Harry tipped himself over to the foot end of the bed, crawling over one leg and resting his ass between them. It took a bit of effort, but his legs were flexible, and he could get his feet wrapped back around that hog again – this time from a more pleasant angle.
Running up and down Marco’s dick, his soles perpendicular to its erection, he found it much easier to play around with it. And he could even rest his legs against the big guy’s, making the whole experience less exhausting. His toes gripped around the top of his foreskin, curling his heel back to get just a bit more coverage on the bottom, and happily, he stroked it.
The pleasure he felt running along his cock – enticing as it was – seemed distant to Marco. He let it wash over him, but his mind seemed more focused on Harry’s face. That smile... He’s not sure if he’s seen it fade much at all since they arrived. The light overhead washed his reddened cheeks in warm light; he could almost feel the heat on Harry’s face beat over his own body. Staring at him, it was hard to recall it was near midnight.
“You’re so hot...”
Harry’s grin stretched just a bit wider hearing that. By the look on Marco’s face just a moment later, he hadn’t even realized he said it. The blush didn’t show quite as well on his caramel complexion, but his pouting gave away his embarrassment fine on its own. Harry stifled a chuckle; whatever inspired that thought, clearly the man meant to keep it to himself, but he was more than happy to take the compliment.
Perhaps the shame in the moment heightened his sensitivity, or Harry was just that good, but Marco was a bit slow to his warning: “F-fuck, Harry, I’m gonna...!”
The words sputtered out of his mouth as his cum blasted out of his cockhead. The white hot lava blasted straight up, higher than Harry sat, splattering all around the towering volcano between the nerd’s feet. A few ropes landed on his feet as well, very much to his amusement. Marco panted and moaned, riding the premature pleasure while he still could. Though, quickly as it came – as he came – it began to fade.
Marco dropped his head onto the pillow behind him. “Sorry... I dunno where that came from...”
“With any luck, from the footjob I just gave you~” Harry mused.
A groan. “You know I’m not usually that fast. I dunno, maybe it’s the beers?”
“What, you think I’m about to make fun of you for a bit of a short fuse?” Harry threw himself beside his meaty partner, skooching up to get his head to meet the pillow. “Please, I’m the short king~”
Marco gave a nervous laugh. He spied down Harry’s body, reaching his hand down to the more modest dick poking out from his crotch. “You’re not the least bit self-conscious about that, huh?”
Harry scoffed. His answer was a bit unexpected: “Come on, of course I got some issues with it. It’s just easier to cope when you’re a sub with a size difference kink~”
Marco blinked. His hand continued stroking Harry’s cock, though he was wanting for words.
“But I mean, the rest of the time, it’s a pain in the ass trying to reach for anything on the shelves.”
“O-oh yeah, that’s gotta suck,” Marco recovered.
“What? What were you thinking about~?” Harry peered over at him, his grin more wily now. Writ on his face, he knew what he was doing. It was hard to tell just how drunk this man was...
Looking between their crotches, Marco thought aloud, “I was thinking a shower might be nice before getting some rest.”
“Aw, what?” The nerd’s lips pursed in a grand performance of a pout. “Okay, now I’m gonna tease you for finishing up so soon! You got off once, now you wanna take a nap? It’s not even 1 in the morning; we could go all night!”
Marco couldn’t help but scoff. “What’re you speaking to me in french for; what’s this ‘we’ business?” Each of them gave the other a playful shove. “I do not have that kind of energy right now; let’s just hose down and call it a night.”
“Alright, but it’s not my fault you’re gettin’ your nut on the floor~” Harry playfully pointed at his feet, gently kicking the air. The ivory fluid still clung to them, even slipping between his toes. Marco groaned. Just how could he keep up with this ball of sunshine...?