Toby lay on his side, his elbow propped up on the bed, resting his head against
his hand…watching Chris.
Chris scooted up to sit against the headboard, and started fishing through the
small box that had fallen off the shelf above them and landed on the bedside
table. He pulled out a small paper bag and pulled out the bits of opium resin
and readied the small metal pipe. Finding a matchbook in the drawer, he struck
the match and held it close.
Breathing in deeply, Chris allowed the opium to slowly fill his lungs. Blowing
the smoke out slowly, his body began to feel warm, his head becoming light.
Glancing over, he could see Toby smiling at him.
“What?” Chris drawled.
“That looks…like it’s *good*,” Toby said with a leer.
His eyes closed and his head falling back against the headboard, Chris slowly
replied, “Oh, it is…you never tried it?”
Toby blushed, his inexperience causing him to feel like a teenager who’d never
been kissed. “Nah…never really had the opportunity.”
“Well, here’s your chance,” Chris said, as he handed the small pipe to Toby.
Toby sat up and drew the smoke into his lungs. He coughed slightly, but allowed
the opium to work it’s magic as he slowly released it. As the warmth spread
through his body, Toby felt like every touch was magnified.
Chris fell down atop Toby, starting to giggle and reaching for the pipe. “My
turn.”
They stayed like that until the pipe was emptied. Both men lay there, sprawled
atop one another, legs entangled and hands running lightly across the exposed
skin. It only took a feather light touch with his hand across Chris’ muscled
arm, feeling the firm lines of the Marine's forearm and Toby was already getting
hard again.
Breaking the silence, Chris fumbled his way out of the bed, heading towards
the small bathroom. “Come on.”
Confused and completely out of his mind, Toby stumbled after him. He stepped
into the cramped bathroom and the door swung shut behind him, Chris leaning
against it.
“What are we doing in the…” Toby was abruptly quieted with Chris’ mouth against
his, pushing Toby back, pressing him up against the pedestal sink. Toby was
shocked by the cold of the porcelain against his ass and instantly responded
to the kiss, his tongue fighting with the Marine’s.
Chris pulled away and turned to the shower and rotated the knob for the hot
water. Stepping in, Chris took Toby by the hand and brought him in the shower
with him. They continued kissing, and Toby began to feel a surge of power in
his body…he felt invincible.
Chris could sense the shift in dominance and was thrilled by it. He allowed
Toby to take the lead, and just enjoyed the blonde kissing him on his neck.
The experience was making Chris’ dick throb. Toby pulled his mouth away, and
spun Chris around, pressing the man firmly up against the wall. Toby leaned
all of his weight on Chris’ back, hindering the other man’s movements.
Chris’ cheek felt icy cold up against the cold tile of the small shower. The
hot spray from the water sluiced down his back as Toby ran his hands down and
squeezed Chris’ ass.
Kneading with his fingers, Toby eased one into Chris, slowly eliciting a low
moan from the Marine. The sound echoed in Toby’s head, creating swirls and colors
behind his closed eyelids. Soaping up his hand, Toby slowly pumped his dick.
When he knew Chris was relaxed, Toby firmly pressed into Chris’ ass. Slowly
working his way in, Toby lolled his head back and almost came right there. The
constricting warmth around his cock combined with the streams of water sliding
down his body and pure euphoria from the opium was sending his brain into overload.
The cold from the tiles made Chris shiver…a polar opposite of the heat created
from Toby pumping in and out of him, slamming up against his prostate, each
time creating shockwaves throughout his body. Chris was close to orgasm, so
he grabbed one of Toby’s hands and placed it on his dick. Through the haze,
Toby got the message and began stroking Chris’ dick, while rotating his pelvis
to make Chris cry out.
Words were not exchanged, just feral growls and guttural moans. Toby felt his
orgasm hit, and Chris followed, both men gasping for breath, their bodies slumped
up against the wall.
********
They stayed like that for minutes afterward, upright but with Toby collapsed
against Chris, and Chris up against the wall for support.
Chris was the first to speak.
“Oh…my…lord,” he breathed.
Toby, with his face buried into Chris’ wet hair, began to chuckle. He felt so
fucking good…so relaxed…so…spent. “You can say that again.”
The water began to run cold and the two men finally stood up, Toby reaching
to turn off the water. Chris turned to kiss Toby, pressing against him, their
flaccid cocks aligned. He kissed Toby slowly and deeply, enjoying the sensation
of exploring the other man’s mouth. Toby wrapped his arms around Chris and ran
his hands across the man’s back.
The high slowly fading, and feeling more grounded but still very relaxed, Chris
pulled away and studied the blonde’s face, an eyebrow arched in thought.
“What?” Toby asked.
The eyebrow dropping, the solemn face replaced by a glinting, amused smile.
“Ah, nothing…it’s just…this is just…”
“Nice?”
“Well, yeah…nice…and…weird.”
“Weird?”
“Usually by now I’d be kicking the guy out the door…”
“Uh, you do this a lot, Chris?” Toby asked slightly offended.
“Oh come on…not a lot…but when I *have*…that pal would be long gone,” he laughed
softly, shaking his head.
Toby didn’t know what to read from Chris’ comments, but he didn’t want to think
too much…it would ruin his high. “Come on…I’m fucking freezing my ass off here.”
Toby turned and stepped out of the shower.
Chris grinned slyly, and cupping his hands together, he blew hot breath on his
hands and quickly placed the warmed palms against Toby’s pale ass.
“Woah,” Toby said startled.
“I don’t wantcha to freeze yer ass off.” Chris chuckled into Toby’s ear.
Toby laughed and handed Chris the towel that was hanging on the ring. They both
dried off, still very dizzy and wobbly on their feet. They made it back to the
bed and flopped inside, Chris pulling the wooly blanket back to climb in.
Neither man commented about the moment. They both just lay there, Chris spooned
behind Toby, breathing in the clean scent of the blonde.
Toby lay quietly, thoughts making their way through the haze and leaving him
wondering if this was normal…this physical closeness after. He didn’t want to
question it too much…but the one thought kept replaying in his head…echoing
in the lasting effect of the drug:
This was just a one night stand, right?