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shadow of a man

Summary - Horny and in need of a warm body to make him feel better, Chris texts Adrian to come over knowing that his best friend will never refuse to 'help' him out. (3.6k words)

(tw for: free use dynamics, anal sex, blowjobs, ass eating, handjobs, unsafe sex, mild power play, guilt, mutual orgasm)

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It always started with a text.

Sometimes Chris would try to be subtle about it, try to lessen that little pinch of guilt which nipped at his senses as he invited Adrian over for a casual fuck – knowing that his best friend and his obsessive need to listen to and please him in whichever way he could would never allow him to deny the open request.

But Adrian had been the one to establish the precedence, a completely sober post-coital offer which had been made many years previously having shifted their dynamic into something which quickly proved very difficult to come back from.

“You know that we can fuck whenever you want? Just give me a text and I’ll be here for you as quickly as I can, bestie. We get to blow some loads, build on how we work together, and it’s great cardio and exercise.”

And that was it.

Nothing serious. No commitment. Just easy stress relief and sensation seeking with a familiar, non-judgemental, warm body. At the time Chris had just smirked at the offer as he tucked his cock back into his underwear, chalking the words up to Adrian’s typical motormouth tendencies but he filed it away regardless and barely noticed as he slowly started to take more advantage over time.

Tonight was no different.

A charged encounter with his dad, the old man’s open disdain and vague hatred biting at his skin like a thousand tiny daggers, had left Chris with a familiar need to burn off a little steam as his head swam with a familiar mixture of self-loathing and anger. His liquor cabinet called to him as he slammed through the door of his trailer, as did the fat bag of coke which lay hidden away in his rainy-day pile, but the thought of the hangover and come down which would strangle the life from him the following day stayed his hand as he instead picked up his phone and fired off a quick text asking Adrian to come over.

The reply came within seconds; a simple thumbs up emoji followed by some very filthy sweat drops which left absolutely no guesswork as to what he was needed for.

Settling against his couch, all that remained was for Chris to wait, his cock already stirring as he thought about his self-proclaimed best friend and the dynamic which time had allowed to grow between them.

Sex with Adrian was better than most of the other casual fucks he enjoyed. Despite the difference in their size and bulk, Adrian was more than capable of taking the worst of what Chris could dish out and Chris was never afraid that he would hurt him in the same way which he sometimes feared he would hurt some of his softer lays. Not only that but time and enthusiasm had quickly allowed their routine to settle into an easy understanding of the other, a fact which always resulted in both of them coming at least once with both parties satisfied.

Depending on mood and desire, their time could be spent any number of ways. A quick fuck against the couch with Adrian wrapped around his cock could just as easily dissolve into a whisky-fuelled whirlwind of Chris swallowing down as much of Adrian as he could before insisting that Adrian fuck him through his cheap, stained mattress with as much force as he could muster.

Not tonight though, he needed to fuck something and Adrian was nothing if not a willing body.

Chris waited patiently for Adrian to arrive, absent-mindedly sinking one of the cold beers he had snatched up from the fridge with his body only flinching slightly as Adrian eventually rattled his window rather than use the door like a normal person.

“Do you not know where the fucking door is, dude?” Asking with audible exasperation at the familiar quirk, Chris stood to flick the lock of the window down to allow Adrian to open it from the outside.

“Everyone expects you to use a door when you visit someone. It’s what they’ll be looking for and I’m not a total dumbass. Sometimes I see people following me and this way I can keep us both safe.” Adrian fired back, his tone knowing in a vaguely irritating way that Chris had long since learned to ignore as he watched Adrian’s lithe body clamour through the now-opened window.

Dressed casually, Adrian looked as good as ever and Chris took a small moment to drink him in.

Cheap dark pants paired with a light, teal baggy t-shirt covered most of him and the short sleeves of the t-shirt had the grace to expose the majority of his arms – the muscle there nowhere near as large and defined as his own but definitely holding their own impressive, wiry strength. Adrian’s metal glasses were pushed up high on his sharp nose, hair as naturally curly as ever as the brown mop sat gracefully atop his head as he flopped through the window.

He always looked so boyish, almost innocent, and nothing like the practical monster which Chris had witnessed him be when necessary – that sweet smile flecked with blood as he carved through criminals like they were butter. There was a part of Chris which absolutely revelled in those moments where he left that lovely face ruined; the bright green eyes darkened by lust as his cheeks flushed red and his lips puffed up from their efforts as he licked up the last few droplets of Chris’s release which he hadn’t quite managed to swallow down.

Beautiful.

At least until he opened his mouth.

Then the real Adrian, the one who hid behind that almost cherubic appearance, came out to play.

“Hey, man! So, what’s the plan? Are you looking to fuck or get fucked?” Adrian asked, his cock already hard and visibly tenting against his pants as he stood in the middle of Chris’ living space with a flushed and excitable expression. “I was on shift today so I was just headed for a sleep when you hit me up and I thought, screw it, I’d rather be here doing this. So, what’re we doing tonight, bestie? I stopped and rushed a quick ass clean before I left so I’m good to go if you want to fuck me.”

Spreading his thighs, Chris finished the last of his beer before setting the bottle down on the table, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah.” Obviously confused by the question, Adrian’s right hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck and he chuckled nervously. “Otherwise, why would I be here? Unless we’re sucking each other off? And, I mean, we could do that? I actually saw this thing in a video that I think you’d like. This chick-”

As Adrian continued, his voice settling in an excitable drone which Chris had long since learned to tune in and out of where necessary, Chris allowed his thoughts to wander as Adrian went into explicit detail about some weird porn he had accidentally stumbled across online.

Once, Chris had been fucking him doggystyle on the bed, the springs squealing under their combined weights, and it wasn’t until something which sounded suspiciously like a stuttering sob escaped Adrian’s lips that Chris realised something was wrong. Stopping long enough to tilt his body to catch Adrian’s expression as he pressed the side of his face into the sheets, he was surprised to find Adrian’s face screwed up in genuine pain. The small noises escaping him – ones which Chris had chalked up to his usual, never-ending vocalness – actually coming from a very real discomfort which he was refusing to voice.

Chris had pulled out in an instant, cringing at the obscene noise his cock made as he instead leaned over and laid a wide hand on Adrian’s back to catch his attention.

“Dude? What the hell? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Adrian quickly denied, schooling his face into something less pain-filled but giving up quickly as he once again shifted against the bed and winced. “So, I might have, uhh, dislocated my knee earlier during a training fuck-up. I popped the little bitch back in but it’s,” he paused to exhale shakily, “not feeling good. Feel like I might vomit actually.”

“What the fuck, man?” Rolling off the bed in one sharp movement, Chris stood with his hands on his hips as his slickened cock bounced against his stomach. “Why didn’t you say anything if it’s hurting you, dude? I don’t want to hurt you when I’m fucking you!”

“Because you said you wanted doggy.” Adrien replied, his voice filled with confusion as though his reasoning was perfectly natural and acceptable.

After that incident, Chris had made the choice to be at least a little more careful as it truly sunk home just how far Adrian would go to meet his wants. It would be too easy to ignore it, to just keep letting Adrian break himself into whatever shape he believed Chris wanted from him. That borderline obsessive need to be the best possible friend ever clearly allowed Adrian to consider his own needs almost forgotten, but every time the temptation to let it go slipped into Chris’ thoughts, it came with a chastising flash of Adrian’s expression from that one night, the eagerness to please desperately trying to win out against the agony in his knee.

So yeah, he might use Adrian a bit, but he liked being used and Chris always took a moment to check things were okay before committing to a solid fuck. It was the least he could do.

Interrupting Adrian’s continuing speech by standing up quickly, Chris latched a strong hand around Adrian’s left wrist and dragged him through the trailer to his bedroom, smirking at how easily Adrian shut up and allowed himself to be manhandled as Chris pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed. Adrian lost no time in pulling his t-shirt overhead, exposing the creamy skin below, and Chris whistled low in his throat as he took in the various small patches of mottled bruising which was instantly recognisable as being in the early stages of developing.

“Fuck. You go hard today, dude?”

Chris asked the question, already knowing the answer as he quickly stripped himself, shamelessly exposing his wide body to Adrian’s wide and hungry gaze until he was able to step out of his white undies, his semi-hard cock quickly falling into his hand as he fisted himself lazily to full mast.

“Hard as hell. I’m working on muscle growth and trying to get my reflexes up.” Adrian explained, dropping the last of his clothes to the side of the bed, his legs spread brazenly wide as he ignored his hard cock in favour of watching Chris’ hand move in its steady rhythm. “Gotta get faster, y’know?”

“Sure, speed is just as important as strength and stamina. But muscle growth takes time and lots of hard work, you can’t just get it from training, bro. You think you can end up with thes-” Shaking his head to stop his own running mouth as he refused to get into it again, Chris dodged the conversation as he abandoned his cock and dropped to his knees between Adrian’s legs as they hung from the end of the bed.

His head now only a few inches from Adrian’s cock, Chris pressed forward enough to catch the tip of his dick between his lips – the sudden shock of sensation making Adrian’s back arch off the bed as a strangled sound escaped his throat.

“Fuck, man. A little bit of warning next time?”

Ignoring him, Chris wrapped a hand around the base of Adrian’s cock and stroked him gently as he continued to tease his cockhead. The familiar scent of Adrian assaulted him, a vague cheap deodorant spray mixing with a very faint smell of cooking oil which never quite seemed to leave his skin, and Chris inhaled it through his nose as he only offered a few more pumps of his hand before pulling free – confident that Adrian was as good and hard as he needed to be.

“You want me like this or flipped over?” Adrian asked, his voice soft and suspiciously breathy as his chest visibly heaved with his own barely-restrained arousal, cock damp and slickened by Chris’ spit.

“Flipped over,” Chris grinned, a growing sense of the satisfaction to come making him feel almost light-headed as his cock throbbed, “but I want to open you up before I fuck you.”

Moving so quickly that Chris had to bite back a small noise of surprise, Adrian twisted in position so that his face was pressing into the thin sheets of Chris’ bed and his back was arched to perfection, the smooth globes of his ass presenting a very tempting target indeed. To the side of his spine sat a familiar scar, one which had come from a knife attack launched by a cartel hitman which Adrian had narrowly avoided losing his mobility to, and Chris took a moment to run his finger across it as he dopped to his knees at the side of his bed.

Lowering his head, Chris used his hands to spread Adrian’s ass, admiring the sparse, light hair which littered the surrounding area. Adrian had once asked him if he had a preference and Chris had been unable to hide his irritation with the question, snapping back that he wasn’t some pussy college kid who sobbed like a little bitch at the sight of a little bit of body hair.

Chris pressed his face towards Adrian’s ass, his tongue pulling free of his mouth to lap gently at the tight ring of muscle which immediately twitched under the sudden assault as a soft noise escaped Adrian’s unseen mouth.

“Fuck!” Adrian gasped, his fingers clenching into the American flag themed sheets which housed him. “That feels good.”

It was all Chris needed and he set to work with enthusiasm, alternating between using his tongue and spit-slicked fingers to open Adrian up quickly, just enough so that a rough fuck wouldn’t tear anything it shouldn’t. Adrian, as honest as ever, was always candid in his enjoyment of rough sex, the physical pressure and discomfort making his pleasure all the sweeter as it gave his erratic mind something solid to latch onto.

“Dude c’mon,” Adrian moaned, his knees spreading wider against the sheets as he pushed his ass higher, “just fuck me already. Enough of all the teasing shit. I’ve already jerked off twice today.”

“Twice?” Pulling away, Chris opened his palm as he squirted a small stream of the scentless lube which always lay within reach of his bed into his hand and applied it to his cock. “At work?”

“No. Not at work you animal. What am I? Some kind of weird kitchen pervert?” Adrian had to gall to look aghast at the insinuation as he flipped his head over his shoulder. “At home, in my pre-work shower. Then in my post-work shower. It’s supposed to lower the risk of prostate cancer.”

Chris was unable to argue with that and he instead wrapped his fingers around Adrian’s ankles, pulling him closer to the end of the bed as he lined his cock up with his spit-slicked hole. His cock leaking just the smallest droplet of pre-cum, Chris gently worked himself within Adrian’s ass and he watched with mild fascination as his cockhead popped past the ring of muscle with only a little effort.

Adrian inhaled loudly at the insertion, his toes curling into nothing as he adjusted himself to something more comfortable, ready to meet whatever Chris had to throw at him. The lube helped as Chris slowly pushed his cock deep, not stopping until his entire length was buried fully and his pubes were brushing the soft skin of Adrian’s ass as his hole stretched to accommodate him.

Impaled, Adrian’s back visibly tensed as he acclimatised himself to the familiar girth and his forearm came up to form a more solid barrier between his forehead and the bed below as Chris slowly started to fuck him – pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside before canting his hips to fill his hole with every aching inch. Adrian’s ass was as warm and tight as ever, each stroke massaging Chris’ cock and making his breath come sharper than he was proud of as his wide hands came to rest on Adrian’s hips.

The skin under his fingers was softer than it had any right to be, only some slight scarring brushing the middle finger of his left hand, and Chris dug his fingers deep into Adrian’s skin, selfishly hoping to leave little finger-shaped bruises in the unblemished expanse. He picked up the pace of his cock, deliberately angling himself to try and catch Adrian’s sweet spot with every thrust – determined to make the mouthy vigilante come first.

Speaking of which-

“Hey, do you think that I should change up my costume a little?” Adrian asked, his question coming free of his lips with a stunted quality as he spoke around Chris’ powerful thrusts. “I saw a really cool thing about colour theory on the news this morning and I’ve been thinking about the colours I use. This kind of crazy chick was on there saying that teal means tranquillity and I don’t want criminal assholes to feel like I’m not a threat cause I’m wearing a shitty colour like tea-”

Cutting Adrian’s babbling off with a hand, Chris leaned forward enough to wrap his fingers around Adrian’s neck and pull his head back, sealing the incessant movement of his lips as Adrian’s mouth fell open at the sudden pressure – not enough to prevent his breathing in any way but hard enough that his cock openly jerked, untouched, against his stomach.

“Adrian, shut the fuck up and help me out here.” Chris growled, his groin pressed flush against Adrian’s ass as he speared him with his cock. “Tell me you like it when I fuck you like this.”

“I think I like it when you fuck me like this.” Adrian replied, his voice breathy and low as he moaned out the words around Chris’ flexing fingers, sinking into the harsh touch with reverence.

“You like it when I stretch you out with my cock?”

“I like it when you stretch me out with your cock.”

Slamming his hips, Chris drank in the sweet little sound which escaped Adrian’s throat at the sudden roughness, his hands clenching within the sheets as he squeezed his ass around Chris’ cock to silently encourage him for more. Thrusting without any mercy and knowing that Adrian could take it, Chris held nothing back as he continued his insatiable assault.

And Adrian did, following his frantic thrusting and never failing to meet every punishing stroke with enthusiasm as he met the intensity with a never-ending stream of gasping moans.

“I think I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come.” Adrian wheezed around Chris’ fingers, his neglected cock bouncing off his stomach with every slam of Chris’ thick body.

Smirking at the admission, Chris dropped his other hand from Adrian’s hips and instead slipped it below his body as he quickly wrapped his fingers around Adrian’s straining length. The pulse of the cock within his hand was almost immediate and a sharp noise snapped free of Adrian’s throat as he came all over Chris’ hand; his release warm and wet against Chris’ fingers as he stroked him through his orgasm and enjoyed the way his ass tightened like a vice around his cock.

The added pressure proved enough to push Chris over the edge and he followed Adrian’s lead within a few deep thrusts, his cock hollowing out Adrian’s ass as deeply as possible while a grunting, animalistic noise growled free of his throat. His balls tightened and he felt the heat of his own release as he came, painting the inside with Adrian’s ass with his mess as he dropped his cock and instead returned his hand to his hip, crushing the skin there with a harsh grip as he rode out his orgasm roughly.

Sometimes they used a rubber, most of the time they didn’t bother, but Chris’ regular STD testing as part of his health regime helped keep things clean and it wasn’t like Adrian was out regularly catching tail with nearly as much success, if ever.

Soft, heavy breaths were the only noise to fill the small room as the scent of sweat and sex hung heavily in the air like a filthy perfume as both men recovered from their fuck. The silence was nice, but given one of the men involved, it was a silence which was always destined to end and – as Chris pulled his cock free of Adrian with a lewd wet sound – Adrian found his voice once more.

“Was that good?” Adrian asked, his hair a complete mess as he quickly flipped over to his back and ran his fingers through the curly mop of brown strands. “Do you feel better now, dude?”

And again, that little pinch of guilt nipped at Chris’ thoughts as he gazed down at his best friend and convenient lover. Even now, all fucked-out and sitting carefully enough to keep the mess which was steadily leaking from his ass from getting the sheets too messed up, Adrian gazed up at him with a look which blurred lines which Chris was not willing to think about too much.

Steeling himself against that look, Chris made a mental note to go and grab Adrian a towel as he ignored the mess of his own now-wilting cock.

“Yeah, man. Thanks for coming round.”

And it was all that Adrian needed to hear.

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