As Fred stepped out onto the weathered planks of the pier, he inhaled deeply, savoring the salty tang of the sea air. The morning sun glinted off his unruly chestnut hair as he scanned the horizon, lost in thought about how his life had taken such a sudden turn.
"Hey there." A deep voice startled him from his reverie. He turned to see Tom leaning against one of the pier's support beams, all tanned skin and sculpted muscle barely contained by a snug white tank top and faded jeans that clung enticingly to thick thighs. Fred swallowed hard, trying not to stare at how the breeze plastered the fabric to his crotch.
"Hi," he managed, feeling heat creep up his neck as Tom's piercing blue eyes met his gaze with an intensity that made him shiver despite himself. "Nice morning for a walk."
Tom pushed off from the beam and sauntered closer, movements fluid and confident. Up close, Fred could see the light sheen of sweat on his skin and smell the clean scent of his cologne mingling with salt air. "It's always nice here," Tom agreed, voice low and smooth like honey as he looked Fred up and down appraisingly. "Don't believe I've seen you around before though."
"Just passing through," Fred replied, hyper-aware of every inch of space between their bodies now. He felt a strange pull toward the other man but shook it off mentally – what was wrong with him? Straight guys didn't react this way to each other.
Tom nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off Fred's face despite how he seemed to want to linger on his body. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by... for more than just a scenic view." The corner of his mouth quirked up in what might've been called a smirk if it wasn't so genuine.
Fred chuckled softly and shrugged one shoulder. "Wouldn't mind sticking around longer myself," he admitted, surprised at the ease with which words left him now that they'd started talking – or perhaps because something about Tom just made things feel... easier somehow?
"Well then..." In a flash of boldness Fred didn't expect from himself but found immensely appealing in others, Tom reached out to lay one large hand on his upper arm. "How 'bout I show you around? Got some secret spots not many outsiders get to see..."
Fred's skin tingled beneath the touch and he felt a rush of blood southwards at the suggestive tone before common sense reasserted itself somewhat. He glanced down meaningfully but kept his voice light as he teased, "Oh yeah? Trying to lure me somewhere private already?"
Tom just laughed, low and rich like velvet rumbling through him as amusement danced in those striking blue eyes now mere inches from Fred's own.
"Can't blame a guy for wanting some privacy with such... enticing company," Tom murmured back, voice pitched so only they could hear it. "Besides." His grip on Fred's arm tightened fractionally and he leaned closer still until their lips were nearly brushing... "I've got a feeling this is gonna be an unforgettable little trip between us..."
And with that loaded promise hanging heavy in the air, Tom straightened up again to lead them off down the pier toward whatever lay ahead - leaving Fred no choice but to follow after those long-stepping legs while wondering just what he'd gotten himself into now. Little did either of these men know how drastically their paths were about to diverge from any course they knew before...
As Tom led him away, Fred couldn't help sneaking glances at the way his jeans strained across that perfect ass with each step - or noticing how often those piercing eyes flicked back over to appraise HIM in return. By unspoken mutual consent, they'd drifted closer together until their arms brushed now and then as they walked; Fred swore he could feel a spark jump between them every time.
They soon left the main drag behind for narrower side streets winding up toward the cliffs overlooking town - quieter here save an occasional gull crying overhead or waves crashing against rocks far below. Tom led him to a weathered door tucked into a recess and pulled out keys, shooting Fred one last heated look before ducking inside what proved to be his private studio apartment.
"Home sweet home," he drawled by way of introduction as the door swung shut behind them with an air of finality that sent tingles down Fred's spine. The space was small but cozy - a futon mattress folded up against one wall served as both bed and couch, stacked with colorful throw pillows; books teetered haphazardly on every flat surface between paint tubes and brushes in various states of use.
"What do you think?" Tom asked from right behind him, suddenly enough to make Fred jump. Strong hands came down onto his shoulders which only made the hairs stand up further as a breathless laugh escaped him at being so thoroughly startled...and turned-on by it somehow too?
"I like your style," he managed finally, pulse thrumming through him now with all these electric little touches and loaded glances building between them. He felt more than heard Tom's chuckle rumble against his back.
"Oh I think we're gonna get along juuust fine..." the other man purred into Fred's ear before nipping at it lightly - a gesture that somehow managed to be both playful and utterly filthy all at once...
Fred shuddered, head spinning with how fast this was escalating but his body already betraying him as blood rushed south again. "Tom," he breathed warningly even while tilting his head instinctively for more.
"Mmmm..." That rumble vibrated right through Fred now and then Tom's hands were sliding down to splay across the front of his shirt - broad, warm palms searing him even through the fabric as thumbs rubbed teasing circles at the waistband of his jeans... "I think maybe it's time we stopped dancing around this thing between us," he murmured lowly.
"W-what thing?" Fred stuttered out like an idiot despite knowing full well what 'thing' Tom meant, hips arching subtly into that touch before he could stop himself.
The hands on his chest tightened briefly as a breathless laugh brushed past the shell of his ear - and then suddenly Fred was spun around to face those piercing blue eyes, blazing with unchecked desire mere inches from his own.
"The thing where I want nothing more than to bend you over that mattress right now," Tom growled lowly, "and fuck this gorgeous body until we're both screaming..."
Fred gasped out a sound somewhere between shock and arousal as Tom's hands gripped Fred's hips tighter, possessively even as those piercing eyes bore into his own. The air felt charged with electricity, every nerve ending in Fred's body singing with anticipation.
"I... I don't know if..." he started to protest weakly but it died on his lips under the intensity of Tom's gaze. Some part of him screamed this was crazy, that he shouldn't be feeling these things for another man...
But a much louder voice drowned it out - one that had been growing stronger by the minute since first laying eyes on Tom at the pier: I want this.
"I don't fuck around," Tom cut across his hesitation smoothly as if sensing Fred's internal debate. "Not with anyone." A thumb stroked almost tenderly over his hipbone now and he leaned in closer until their breath mingled hot between them...
"But you're not just anyone, are you?" The words were a low rumble that seemed to reverberate right through Fred straight into parts of him he'd never acknowledged before. "I've wanted this from the moment I saw your sexy ass walking down my pier like it belonged here..."
Fred shuddered violently at the raw desire in Tom's voice and felt his resolve crumbling rapidly now, replaced by a desperate ache that demanded sating...
"I want..." He had to swallow hard around sudden dryness before trying again... "I've never done this with another guy before but I think you're right." Fred brought shaking hands up to grip the front of Tom's tank top, fisting it like an anchor as he stared deep into those hypnotic blue eyes now dark and blown blacker than a moonless night...
"I'm not just anyone...so stop holding back from me," Fred growled out before surging forward and crushing his mouth against Tom in fierce demand - pouring every ounce of pent up frustration, confusion, longing straight down the other man's throat until it drowned them both.
Tom made a strangled sound that might've been surprise or approval but quickly shifted into a low groan as he kissed back with matching fervor. Large hands gripped Fred harder now, nails digging in deliciously through fabric and skin to pull their hips flush together...
They stumbled backwards toward the futon mattress locked at the mouth like they were starving for it - clothes getting shed between urgent gropes and licks until finally falling onto tangled sheets.
"Fucking hell," Tom gasped out, breaking away only so he could sit back on his knees to drink in Fred's nude form sprawled beneath him. "You're fucking perfect..."
Fred blushed hot under the blatant appreciation but arched into it like a cat stretching luxuriously as those hands roamed over every inch now laid bare.
"So are you," he shot back breathlessly, reaching out to wrap around Tom's straining erection and stroking slowly - marveling at how hard and thick it felt pulsing in his grip... "Want this inside me..." Fred admitted hoarsely even knowing what a huge admission that was about desires long buried.
Tom shuddered violently above him before leaning down for another searing kiss as he reached over to fumble condoms from somewhere on the nightstand.
"Gonna give it to you so fucking good," Tom promised fervently, rolling protection onto himself and slicking up with trembling fingers that soon pressed demandingly at Fred's entrance... "Want this tight ass wrapped around my cock..."
Fred keened loudly into another messy kiss as he reached back instinctively for more - hips canting down eagerly to swallow those thick digits deeper. He'd never felt so empty, aching to be filled up and split open on something bigger than his own fingers...
"Please," Fred gasped out against Tom's mouth, clenching rhythmically around the invading digits now pumping steadily faster... "Need your cock in me NOW..."
Tom made a guttural noise of pure male satisfaction before replacing slicked fingers with the blunt head of his erection pushing insistently at that fluttering rim. With one smooth thrust he hilted himself fully inside Fred's welcoming heat and they both cried out raggedly...
"Holy SHIT yes," Tom groaned, hips starting up a hard steady rhythm pounding into him as hands gripped tight to those pale cheeks... "Fucking TAKE IT..."
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