Distraction

Sam Evans/Maxxie Oliver

Why? Because it would be smokin hot to see that happen in real life. ;)

Slight Hevan

I was pounding on the door like a mad-man. If that fucker was not home, I swear, I was not going to do him anymore favors.

"Alright! I'm coming!"

The door opened moments later and before me stood a shirtless Maxxie. God that was all I needed before I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him right on his mouth. His reaction was grabbing my ass and pulling me inside, kicking the door closed with his foot. His tongue was down my throat, his fingers carded in my lemon-juiced blonde hair while I let mine roam along his chest. His lithe dancer's body always did it in for me, even as he pressed his hard-on against mine, I was surprised I had not given in yet. He broke the kiss, a smile gracing his lips.

"Damn it, Sam what did that boy do to you now? Parade around his jockstraps?" he joked, but the image of Kurt Hummel in nothing more than his underwear only made me harder and I hissed in pleasure. He smirked, taking off my shirt before his lips are all over my skin. I threw my head back as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked. Oh the things this man could do to me.

"God Maxxie," I moaned, bucking my hips. He knew how to unravel me.

"What did he do to you?" Maxxie's British accent only made me moan louder as he grounded his hips against mine.

"Shit, Maxxie..." I screamed when he bit my nipple.

"What. Did. He. Do?" he demanded, grabbing me by my hair and making me look into his gray-green eyes.

"He didn't mean it," I muttered. "We were the last ones in choir room. I has turned to say goodbye when he bent down."

"Bent down? Like by his waist?"

"Yes," I breathed out. Maxxie's hand wrapped around my dick and I gasped aloud. I didn't ask how he got me out of my pants, he never answered. But I knew he was quick with is hands when it came to sex. "Oh god, his ass was right there."

His tongue ran along the shell of my ear, "Did u wanna reach out and grab it? Feel it beneath the palms of your hands. Smack it until it had him whimpering like a wanton whore?" he paused and pumped my cock twice, causing me to whine. I wanted more. I needed it. "Did you want his little hole to swallow your dick and ride you like a cowboy does a mechanical bull? Did you wanna hear our Kurtie moaning and begging for your dick like a good little slut? Like you beg for mine?"

I ached my back as he pumped me. Each word he spoke conjured up an image in my mind. Kurt and I were in the choir room, me sitting in a chair with him on his knees. Maxxie's hand tightened on my cock and he quickened his pace. "You're imagining it right now aren't you? Imagining him on his knees as he gets ready to suck you dry? You can see those pretty pink lips of his worshiping your cock?"

I bit my lip, but a scream tore through my throat when I felt Maxxie enter me from behind. He was throbbing before his husky moan echoed in my eardrum. "Fuck Sammy, you're so fucking tight every time I plunge into you. Are you gonna ride me, Sammy? Or do you just want me to fuck you senseless this entire weekend?"

"B-both." I chocked out.

Maxxie breathed along my neck, "I want you to ride on the counter, Sammy. I wanna see you moan and groan and beg like a good little slut. And in the end, you'll get my cum, is that alright?"

I nodded. Maxxie sat up on the kitchen counter and smirked at me. With a nod, I raised up off of him until only the tip of him was inside of me and then I slammed back down on him. He cursed under his breath and grabbed my hips roughly, guiding me up and down his shaft. I leaned back, my hands grabbing the edge of the table as I rode him out. I hissed and moaned as I moved up and down. His name fell from my lips like a prayer.

"Fuck Sammy, how did I get you?" he breathed out, grabbing my erection and pumping, meeting my thrusts. I wiggled around his dick before continuing to fuck myself on him. He moaned aloud, "That's right, Sammy, fuck me. Fuck me like how you want Kurtie to fuck you," he let go of my cock and slammed into me, meeting my thrusts each time, adding to the build-up in my stomach. "Touch yourself, Sammy. I wanna see your face as you cum."

I grabbed my cock in a death grip and began to stroke myself. Every other thrust the stroking quickened before I threw my head back, crying out in euphoria as I dove over the edge. My body spazzed and bucked before Maxxie dug his nails into my hips, his hot seed filling me up. As I came down from my high, I fell forward, my head resting against Maxxie's chest.

"How did I get you?" he repeats, kissing my hair.

"We met a gay bar a year ago, remember? And you fucked me in a bathroom stall. No strings attached remember?" I asked, looking at him.

"Oh yeah," he laughed and kissed me. "Back then, your hair was darker. Now its lemon-juiced."

I thrusted down on his semi-hard cock, causing him to moan aloud. "Don't, babe."

"Did any of your birds ever find out that you're AC/DC?" he asked me, looking at me.

"No," I muttered and kissed his cheek. "None of them now I like both girls and guys. Or as you say, birds and blokes." I told him in a good British accented impersonation. He responded with smacking me on the ass. I moaned like a pornstar.

"Don't make fun of me," he warned.

"You'll just fuck me into your mattress and your landlord will come because I'll be screaming again," I smirked.

"I love it when you do that," he paused and a thoughtful look crossed his face. "I want to fuck him."

"Who?" I asked. "Your landlord?"

"No, he's way too old for me."

"Says the guy whose twenty-one years old having sex with a seventeen year old," I rolled my eyes. "Who Maxxie?"

"I want to fuck Kurt," he said its like its the easiest thing to do. "In your school locker room with you watching. Or I could just suck him off."

"Maxxie!" my voice went up three octaves and he moaned in response, thrusting into three times causing me to bit his nipple. "I'm gonna cum and we haven't gotten anywhere yet."

"We will," he promises and kisses me. "Now, when can I fuck our Kurtie?"

"You sound a lot like this Chris guy who talked about last time I was here."

He doesn't give a retort, he just flips us over, my back touching the cool counter top, and begins to fuck me senseless.