Disclaimer and notes in part 0. This part is rated NC-17 for smut!
Dante hesitated as he reached Randal's door. What's the big deal? I've
been to Randal's place plenty of times, this should be no different.
But he realized that this time was different. Randal knew about the
crush Dante had on him, and Dante knew that changed everything about
their friendship. He took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in," Randal called out. "It's open."
Dante opened the door and stepped into Randal's apartment. Same as it
always was, with Star Wars action figures mint on card decorating some
of the walls, and a small shrine to the trilogy Randal loved so well.
Dante smiled with relief as Randal walked out of the kitchen, drying his
"Go on, sit down," he told Dante. "Why so tense?" Randal asked as he
tossed the dish towel over his shoulder and back into the kitchen.
"Ah well, you know." Dante began to reply as he sat down on the only
couch Randal had. He tried not to jump as Randal sat down next to him.
"What, that whole thing with you and the photo of me? It's no big deal,
really," he told Dante. "All I want to know is, how long have you felt
Dante felt his face redden because of Randal's question. He tried to
calculate how many years it had been since they first met. "I-I guess
since we first met," was his stammered reply.
"Jesus! All those years, and you've done nothing but furtively
masturbate to pictures of me every now and then? You never once thought
that I might have similar feelings? That I might be hurt every time I
saw Veronica or Caitlin come visit you at work?" Randal got up from the
couch and began to pace around the living room. "It fucking broke my
heart when you got back together with Veronica, but I wanted whatever
was best for you. I wanted what would make you happy, even if it was
her." Randal stopped and looked at Dante. "So you fucked up and lost
what you had with her because you couldn't be honest with yourself. I'm
sorry that happened."
"Then you understand. You're the one I want, Randal, you're the one who
can make me happy!"
"Not so fast, my friend."
Dante was momentarily stunned by what Randal said. Then, without
thinking about it, he got off of the couch and went over to where Randal
was. Pulling Randal close to him, Dante kissed him, on the lips.
Randal resisted for a moment, and then gave himself into the kiss,
parting his lips so that he and Dante could french like mad Scotsmen.
Their tongues dueled momentarily, until Randal gave in and let Dante's
tongue gently probe his mouth. Randal groaned and reluctantly broke off
Dante looked at him quizzingly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Randal grinned. "I just thought we should move someplace a
little more comfortable is all."
Dante's relief was plain to see. "I thought. It's just that."
"Will you stop with the worrying and kiss me again?"
Somehow, they made their way into Randal's bedroom and fell on the bed.
The two of them continued to kiss for a few minutes, just lazily
investigating the others' mouth. Randal eventually broke it off, despite
the noises of protest Dante made.
"If I knew you were this easy, I would have seduced you a long time
ago," Randal smirked.
"Seduced me? You didn't seduce me!"
"Didn't I? The world may never know."
"Oh, blow me," was Dante's reply.
"As you wish," Randal told him as he got down on his knees and pulled
Dante towards him. He pulled down the zipper on Dante's jeans, and
gently freed Dante's stiffening cock from the confines of his boxers.
Randal toyed with it, squeezing it softly and slowly stroking it. Dante
groaned at Randal's gentle ministrations.
Randal paused for a moment, and then took Dante's hard member into his
mouth. Dante moaned as the velvet warmth of Randal's mouth enveloped
Randal's head began to bob as he let Dante's cock slide in and out of
his mouth, never taking all of it into his mouth. His tongue lazily
tickled the sensitive head of Dante's member, and Dante began to buck
and writhe .
With a noisy slurp, Randal removed his mouth from Dante's crotch and
looked up at him. Dante was breathing heavily, and Randal wondered how
much longer Dante would last. Randal lowered his head one more, and
cupped Dante's balls in one of his hands.
He squeezed the sac gently as he traced a random pattern on Dante's
shaft with his tongue.
Dante thrust his crotch into Randal's face, getting into a rythym with
They kept this up for a few minutes, and then Dante cried out. With one
final thrust, he shot his load into Randal's mouth, the warm salty taste
nearly overwhelming him.
Randal tried not to swallow. After all, he didn't know where Dante had
been. He got up and walked over to the wastebasket. Randal spit into the
trash can, and looked back at Dante, who was sighing contendedly on the
Randal climbed back onto the bed and lay down next to Dante. He nipped
Dante's ear and whispered, "It's your turn now."
Dante smiled shyly as he sat up. He still couldn't believe this was
happening, and his hand trembled slightly as he reached over to undo
Randal's jeans. Dante reached inside Randal's underwear and released his
stiff member from those confines.
Dante gently stroked it and rubbed his thumb lightly over the head of
Randal's cock, which was already leaking with pre-ejaculate.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Randal groaned as
Dante squeezed his hard cock.
"I know," Dante told him as he released Randal's member for a moment. He
slid off the bed and got undressed, his dick beginning to get hard
again. Randal looked up to see what Dante was doing.
Dante silenced him as he leaned down for another kiss. He broke off the
kiss and told him to get undressed.
Randal sat up and did as Dante asked. He settled back down on the bed,
looking up expectantly at Dante.
"Lie down," Dante told him. Randal complied, and waited.
Dante joined Randal on the bed, and straddled Randal's legs. Sliding up,
he leaned down and shivered as their cocks touched. Randal groaned as
Dante settled on top of him, the hair on Dante's chest scratching his
smooth skin. Dante caught Randal's mouth in another kiss and began to
rock back and forth, his cock sliding over Randal's. The friction was
exquisite, and Randal began to move in sync with Dante.
The bed shook because of their movements, and the pace of their frottage
grew faster and faster as each minute passed. Eventually, Dante broke
off the kiss and cried out again as he came, his warm seed spilling all
over Randal's torso. Dante
continued to thrust along with him until Randal reached orgasm as well.
Randal's seed joined the cooling puddle on his chest, and Dante rolled
off of him. They both lay there, breathing heavily for a minute or two.
Then, Randal turned to face Dante.
"I bet you don't get that kind of performance from my pin up."
Dante smiled and nodded, too exhausted to speak.
As they drifted off to sleep, Dante wondered if Randal wanted to try
snowballing next time.