Carwash, with Extra Wax

11 – Dragon and Puppy

Tristan pushed the coffee table against the
couch.

“Get down Joey,” Tristan said
crisply, “and bend over the table.”

Joey took a deep breath and did it, propped
on his elbows, his fingertips nervously gripping the far edge.

“Knees further apart.“ Kaiba said
as he knelt behind him.

He rubbed his hands together briskly, placed
his palms flat high on Joey's back, then slid them down, grinning as
the blond arched up against the touch. Down over the buttocks and out
to stroke the hips: he paused, then leaned forward to bite one pale
cheek firmly (grinning again at the gasp this brought). Finally,
using his thumbs to hold the pale cheeks apart, he bent and licked
deliberately along the cleft in one long stroke from the scrotum up.

As he felt the tongue Joey put his head down,
the side of his face against the coffee table. “No, no no, you
can’t, no, no, oh no, you can’t do that,” he
moaned, equal parts embarrassment and pleasure.

“Oh, I can’t eh?” Kaiba
tongued the tight ring. Apart from the car wax, Joey was quite clean
from the hosing in the driveway. He probed deeper, and Joey
pushed back against the warm invasion.

“What the hell is this bullshit?”
Tristan demanded as he watched over Kaiba’s shoulder. “Afraid
to show me your pathetic fucking technique? Not used to being a top,
huh?” He shoved the tin of car wax towards Kaiba with his foot.
“Get on with it.”

“What’s the big rush, Taylor? Or
don’t you ever last more than 90 seconds?” He added
loftily, “Well, this is called foreplay. You should try it
sometime.” He resumed licking Joey's ass, his motions
deliberately, luxuriously slow.

“You’re really starting to piss
me off,” Tristan said.

“Oh shit, that’s so good, ohshit
ohshit ohSHIT!” Joey moaned.

After several minutes, Kaiba slipped a wet
finger in and massaged while he upended the red bag with his other
hand. He spread out the foil packets, searching: not finding what he
was looking for, he scooped up some of the wax with a grimace,
transferred it to the fingertips of his busy hand, and then slowly
worked a second finger in, and then a third.

Tristan continued to fume.

Finally – “Gah, fuck me, fuck me,
FUCK ME!” the blond raged, pounding a fist on the table. “Do
it, do it, DO IT!”

Kaiba smiled. He tore open a condom package
with his teeth, removed and rolled it on one-handed, then retrieved
his fingers and instantly pressed against the entrance as Joey mewed
eagerly. He began to press and retreat,
press and retreat, each time going only a tantalizing fraction
further.

It was finally too much for Joey, who
growled, and suddenly pushed back hard, until half of the length was
in him. He gasped, then begged, “All of it, all of it! Now now
NOW!” his voice hoarse.

Kaiba complied.

The muscles in Joey’s arms corded as he
held onto the table, his non-stop curses punctuated by the slap of
flesh. Behind Kaiba and slightly to the side, Tristan jerked off
enthusiastically, the sight of Kaiba's thick reddish-purple cock
piledriving in and out of his best friend weirdly and unbearably
exciting. The three moved and groaned in unison, cresting the
piercing red-hot hill of arousal and spinning into the mindless
savage freefall down to climax.

In other words, it was some damn good
fucking.