60. Suffocating in the dark
The time was four PM.
Anderson’s moans were low and breathless.
Carl’s thrusts were slow and deep, but hard.
His body was stacked on Anderson’s. They squirmed with each thrust, like two worms entwined. Carl’s sweat dripping from his body onto Anderson’s. Their deep grunts wafted across the room, creating a serene, erotic air that both men basked in.
Carl’s hand went up to his scalp and his fingers withered their way into his hair, gripping the silky strands and pulling. Anderson’s neck hurt and each chunk of saliva he swallowed dragged down his stretched throat. Carl’s thrusts suddenly became faster, each heated stroke plunging in a new wave of ecstasy into his body. They had been fucking for almost thirty minutes and Anderson loved every second of the slow, sensual sex.
This was the closest they had come to anything romantic. He loved the way Carl placed a hand on his waist while the other hand pulled his hair. He enjoyed the feeling of Carl’s hairy laps rubbing against the back of his thighs. The deep, sharp grunts when Carl thrusted in deep made Anderson’s body squirm with excitement.
He arched his back slightly to give Carl a better angle, but Carl was done with the slow romantic sex. He poised himself on one knee and smacked Anderson’s oily ass. He spat on his palm and caressed his dick with it before slipping it into Anderson again. He pounded ferociously this time and Anderson completely lost it.
“Yes! Oh my go-d-d…yes, Carl, fuck!” he moaned and groaned shakily when Carl pulled his hair again, further arching his back. He felt his eyes welling up with tears and his vision became blurry, “arghhh…you’re gonna fucking kill me, Carl…yes, yes…fuck that ass…oh please, Carl-yes!”
Carl allowed himself to enjoy Anderson’s strangled moans, it caused him to thrust even harder. Merciless, heated strokes that made Anderson’s body shake under him.
“I’m going to cum…Carl…” Nico mumbled breathlessly.
“Don’t until I’m fucking done.” Carl commanded in a firm tone that made Anderson’s thumping heart drop to his churning stomach.
But he couldn’t hold it back. Carl’s thrusts tore his body apart, plunging in and out like it was a part of him. He felt his insides curl and the cold feeling in his lower abdomen made his toes curl with anticipation.
“I’m going to-” he gasped and Carl fucked him even harder and faster. He grabbed Anderson’s jaw now and a line of sweat trickled down his throat. Anderson’s mouth hung open. He felt pain now, Carl’s dick was hitting a particular spot repeatedly, but the pleasure was still overwhelming. “Fuck!”
His released a long groan of relief and satisfaction when his balls squeezed and his dick sprouted out his semen. He collapsed on the bed and Carl pulled out of him, stroking his own dick. He threw his head back and Anderson slowly got to his knees. As Carl stroked his dick, Anderson traced his tongue over his balls, licking and nibbling on it until Carl groaned in pleasure. He didn’t stop, his body got goosebumps from Carl’s groans and he loved it!
“Mouth!” Carl suddenly commanded and Anderson leaned back, closed his eyes and rolled out his tongue.
The salty fluid splashed on his nose, his cheeks and his chin, only a small proportion dropped into his mouth. Nonetheless, he swallowed and a smile curled on his lips. Carl patted his cheek and he dropped on the bed limply. Carl’s phone buzzed and he picked it up, frowning at the screen. Anderson was watching him the entire time and his curiosity flamed up when he saw the flicker of surprise in Carl’s eyes.
“What is it?”
Carl dropped the phone and ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s nothing. You should go wash up though.” He said and Anderson’s brows lowered. “What?”
He inclined most of his weight on one elbow, “You’ve never told me to wash up, so I wonder why you suddenly brought it up today.”
Carl shrugged and flashed a smile at him, Anderson’s frown ceased instantly, “Maybe, just maybe…I think I am actually starting to care about you, Anderson.” He said, much to Anderson’s shock. He strolled to his wardrobe and picked out a towel. “You interest me now.”
*He wasn’t kidding!* Anderson could see it in those beautiful cognac eyes of his, radiating truth like the sun’s rays. He couldn’t help himself, he had to look away.
Carl grinned, aware of his nervous his gaze made Anderson. As he was about to walk into the bathroom, Carl stopped. He frowned and squinted at Anderson.
“Why did you call me Carl instead of Nico today?” he queried, “You were never supposed to forget that.”
Anderson rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, “I didn’t forget.”
Carl arched a brow at him, “So, why didn’t you do the right thing then?”
“Oh, last time I saw Nico, he went up in a roaring explosion of fire.” Anderson replied with some scorn in his voice that pierced daggers into Carl’s heart. “So, I assumed Nico was dead and went with Carl instead.”
Carl looked like he had just seen a ghost. His skin became pale and his eyes flickered with a shock that he was luckily able to curb. He took a deep, shaky breath, glaring at Anderson.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded. “You know nothing about Nico outside these walls of our bedroom, wasn’t that what I told you?”
Anderson felt his confidence breaking off when he looked into Carl’s furious eyes. He turned his back to him and crawled off the bed. “I don’t think this is a conversation we should be having now, Carl. I thought we were still celebrating? Plus, I am very exhausted.”
“I’m still talking to you, Anderson.”
Anderson dropped face first on his bed and mumbled, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
Carl grunted when Anderson threw his face to the wall. He squeezed the towel angrily and stepped into the bathroom. He was out twenty minutes later and a few more minutes more and he was ready to leave the room. The scent of his cologne was thick in the air, intoxicating Anderson with a desire for him once again. Carl stormed out of the room, still pretty agitated by Anderson’s earlier remark. He had been bent on meeting Sam Spears in a cheerful mood.
Well, that had blown into dust pretty quickly.
Anderson listened for a few seconds, then got off the bed and pulled a paper and an envelope from his drawer. He glanced at Buck’s message again and felt a cold tingle in his spine. He shuddered, shook his head and began to scribble furiously on the paper. It had been a pretty interesting weak, this report would tickle Mr. Brimmer’s fancy.
***
Anderson didn’t like the tension that came with sneaking into the basketball court at night. He made up his mind to tell Buck that they’d have to find another way to hold these meetings. He stepped out of the room and snuck out of the building.
It was 7:50, they were supposed to meet by 8pm.
His heart felt so cold, but was still pounding furiously. The lump at the base of his throat made it difficult for him to swallow properly. His eyes searched the dark for any movement that could incriminate him, but thankfully, he arrived at the basketball court without being detected. He looked around for Buck, taking deep shaky breaths. He brought out his phone to text him when a bag suddenly closed over his head and squeezed hard.
“Who is-” he tried to scream, but a firm palm closed over his mouth and squeezed.
Anderson struggled and kicked, the bag pressed his glasses painfully onto his nose and even restricted his airflow. He was so terrified, his blood turned cold, his heart was racing, but there was nothing he could do. He felt his body being carried by very strong arms, but his mind was in a turmoil and he could barely think. He whimpered shakily, but that palm over his mouth prevented him from speaking.
He was finally dropped, then he heard something open and he was hoisted up again. He was placed in a confined space where his shoulders were touching both ends of the wall. The bag was drawn from his head and he gasped when he saw Arnold and Mitch grinning wickedly at him.
He looked around him and the scary realization of where he was dawned on him. Arnold held the locker door and slammed it shut.
“No! No! Wait!” Anderson screamed. “Arnold! I have somewhere to be! Let me out of here!”
Arnold locked the door and he heard their retreating footsteps. All he could hear now was his thumping heartbeat.
“Fuck!” he screamed. “Someone help me! Help!”
His voice echoed in the confined space and only hurt his own ears.
He had no idea where he was and he had to meet Buck in less than five minutes!
“Oh fuck me…”