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When Flip saw Ron Stallworth for the first time, there was no doubt that the young man was gorgeous. Nice fitting clothes, well groomed and the way he carried himself with the constant self assurance given by higher education. Had Flip met him at one of the bars, he would’ve made a move. But no, Ron Stallworth was cocksure right up till the moment they taped the wire onto his chest.
Rookie did well, though, didn’t entirely fuck it up, and when Chief Bridges assigned him to Intelligence, Flip firmly moved the rookie into “Do Not Touch” territory. He wasn’t in the habit of going after his coworkers.
And Rookie actually worked well with them - you know, beside being an idiot and giving the head of the local chapter of the fucking Ku Klux Klan his real name. And yeah, Ron was on a mission instead of working the job, but he was a good cop. So they became friendly, Ron fitting in with him and Jimmy seamlessly. Went out for drinks, talked, really, they became friends and not just friendly coworkers.
So when Ron arrived at the bar, sad and shaken, announcing that there had been a burning cross in front of his place, Flip felt for the younger man. Even more so when he - after a couple of beers - told that he and Patrice had split up. Apparently, the young woman couldn’t see a future with Ron, when he was the enemy. Load of bullshit as far as Flip was concerned. And so Flip and Jimmy had helped the younger man drown his sorrows and made sure he made it safely home.
Life went on. They worked on jobs, went out, worked some more.
Ron met Jimmy’s wife, a tiny woman named Lauren, who looked small and unassuming but was an absolute spitfire. Flip could tell how overwhelmed Ron felt, but still so pleased to be so accepted into his and Jimmy’s circle. And yeah, Flip was getting done with Jimmy telling them how much Lauren had gushed about their ‘lovely, young partner’.
Chief Bridges had called all of Flip’s little group into the office for a new assignment. Flip caught Jimmy’s gaze and rolled his eyes over their rookie-member - Ron was still a rookie, would be for a while - fidgeting with nervous energy beside them, totally focused on the chief.
“A new tip came in,” the Chief announced and opened a file on top of the desk before continuing. “Allegedly there’s some talk about new drug ring trying to get a grip on one of them fag bars,” Chief coughed out. Flip had good enough control over his body not to tense at the barely veiled disgust in their chief's words beside biting the side of his tongue. Usually the Chief hid his own prejudice better.
Beside him, Jimmy scoffed loudly.
“What was that, Creek?” Bridges demanded with a lifted brow. Jimmy leaned forward on his knees, “it’s just that word, fag , chief,” he said with false demurenes, “shouldn’t you know better than to use that word, when you’re a professional, Chief?”
Flip didn’t even try to stop the guffaw that escaped him at the sight of Chief Bridges' sour expression, and Ron was shaking at the other end of the couch.
“Fine, one of those bars homosexuals frequent. That good enough for you, Creek?”
“Much better Chief. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about you and gay people,” Jimmy smiled sardonically.
Flip couldn’t help himself. “Awe, I don’t know Jimmy, some gay men might enjoy playing with the stick up his ass.”
Both Jimmy and Ron cackled loudly, the sergeant restraining himself a little bit more to low chuckles. Chief Bridges shot Flip a dirty look before clearing his voice, going back to business.
“ Thank you for that, Zimmerman,” Flip answered him with a two fingered salute, “now, we need some more to go on, before Narcotics can do anything, so we need someone to go in and get intel.”
The mood in the room changed, back to professionals. Flip slowly cracked his knuckles in agitation and gave a quick prayer. Jimmy gave him a side glance, and Flip nodded, knowing that Jimmy had caught it and was checking if he was okay. Felt good to have someone looking out for him.
“The sergeant and I discussed this and that means you, Stallworth.”
Flip wasn’t actually surprised, but still thankful it wasn’t him, since he didn’t exactly feel like explaining to the room why that would compromise the op faster than a rat up a drainpipe.
Still, Ron’s confusion was palpable to them all, but he took the order with grace and listened to the rest of the Chief's speech.
When they got back to their desk’s, Flip rested his hip against Ron’s and lifted his brows. “You okay, Rookie?”
Ron nodded and took a shaking breath. “Yeah, yeah I think so. It’s just.. I’ve never been around gay people before.”
Ah. Flip understood. Ron was intelligent and would obviously know that just like black community, the gay community had their own lingo, behaviorisms, and they were damn good at looking out for any discrepancies to protect themselves. Flip had seen a couple of undercover cops in his usual bars before, that never lasted long before they made a mistake and retreated. Sometimes he found it funny, but most times it was exhausting watching colleagues act out bad stereotypes.
So Flip put a comforting hand on Ron’s shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. “It’ll work, okay? You know Jimmy and I have your back, we’ll help you prepare.”
He got a small smile in response and went back to his own desk. The second he sat down, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As the smoke curled past his lips, he closed his eyes. This case had the potential to be a major cluster fuck, just like the one with the Klan. Except, this time, instead of the Klan finding out about the real Ron Stallworth, it would be the majority of the CSPD finding out about Flip.
Don’t get it twisted, Flip wasn’t ashamed about being gay. He was done being ashamed, feeling wrong. But, he also knew how the force looked down on gay men and Flip didn’t want to go to jail for beating up his coworkers.
When Ron had talked about him passing, Flip wanted to laugh out loud with the irony. Because yeah, Flip passed all right. No one looked at Flip and thought ‘oh yeah that man is gay’, he knew that, fit him just fine, really. He was large and muscled, dressed pretty much exclusively in plaid shirts and jeans with boots, and looked looming and menacing pretty much all the time. Hell, he looked enough like a ‘true blooded’ American patriot, that David Duke thought he belonged with the Organisation.
And yet, Philip Zimmerman was gay.
Teach you not to listen to stereotypes.
Flip took a big drag of the cigarette and looked over the facts, but his eyes stopped at the name of the bar.
“Shit,” he muttered, barely audible.
His usual bar.
Ron was going undercover into his usual fucking gay bar, where the regulars knew Flip by appearance.
“Fucking hell.” God, he wanted this case over with.
Seeing Ron in his undercover apparel was a mixed blessing. Because on one hand, the Rookie looked good enough to eat, stunning. On the other hand, it would definitely get him noticed quickly, and Flip wasn’t sure if that was good or bad yet.
Jimmy and Flip did their best to calm a nervous Ron before letting him enter the bar. Jimmy was making Ron recite what they knew about the case, what Ron should look out for and avoid, while giving pointers here and there. Flip made sure the tech worked as it should and gave Ron a reassuring smile.
“Remember, we have your back. Don’t worry too much, okay?” Ron nodded and took a deep breath, then almost flew out of the car.
Flip and Jimmy could only watch as their young partner adopted a more confident walk as he walked through the entrance.
“They’re gonna eat him alive,” came from Jimmy. Flip took a harsh breath and nodded. He lit a cigarette. “Yup.”
But they had to give credit where it’s due; Ron did do really decently, so far at least. He was friendly enough to talk with different people - Jimmy wrote down names the second they were mentioned. But so far, no real leads, just a lot of general gossip.
Then the mood changed.
From what Flip could hear, Ron had found himself with a group of four, maybe five people. The conversation sounded amicable and innocent enough, but it started to shift.
And Flip noticed how Ron’s voice changed, how a slight bit of panic set in. Which he could understand, getting propositioned very explicitly by several men at once was an acquired taste and not for everybody.
“Shit!” Jimmy cursed, also noticing that the conversation in the group was going in the wrong direction. “He’s gonna get made if they keep that up!”
Flip rubbed his eyes, grimacing and tried to figure out why the hell this was derailing. Ron hadn’t said anything to indicate he was up for hookups, at least from what they’ve heard. And as the edge in Ron’s voice became more tangible, Flip knew he had to do something.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cursed.
“What do we do? Pull him out?”
Making a quick decision, Flip began to take off his plaid and shirt, throwing the shirt in Jimmy’s face. Then he searched through the middle console.
There, an elastic band, probably a leftover from some takeout. It would do the job, but fucking hell, it was gonna hurt like a bitch when he has to remove it from his hair again. Flip put the elastic on and ran his fingers through his hair, collecting it into a bun and wrapped the elastic around it. Then he put on the plaid again, leaving it scandalously low buttoned.
He turned to Jimmy, lifting an eyebrow in question. Jimmy looked him up and down before nodding, so Flip opened the door and went out.
As he walked towards the entrance, he rolled his shoulders and straightened his back. He took a deep breath and adopted his usual air of casual dominance he usually used when at the bar. With a quick glance to their car, he went inside.
The place was moderately full, but felt nearly unbearably warm after being outside. Flip scanned after Ron, but made himself remember to loosen up. He wouldn’t normally just walk inside and then straight unto a target, so that was out.
Of course, his entrance turned some heads, including the group that had cornered Ron. Flip allowed himself to bask in it. He knew he looked good and he knew his reputation got around. So, for a few seconds, Flip just let his eyes roam, then locked onto Ron and smirked. Already murmurs could be heard, but Flip ignored them and slowly stalked closer to Ron.
When he got near, he purposely dragged his gaze up and down the younger man’s lithe body and hummed appreciatively.
“Aw hell,” he heard one whisper and it only made him smirk. Oh yeah, these people knew who he was. So they knew what was about to happen.
“Now tell me, baby,” he started, dropping his voice an octave to give it more of the seductive purr he usually would use, “what are such a beautiful angel like you doing surrounded by these terrible ladies?”
The men in question scoffed and huffed in outrage, one rolled his eyes so hard, Flip almost thought he’d be able to see the back of his skull, but Ron stuttered and blushed. It was barely visible in the lighting, yet Flip noticed and couldn’t help but revel in it.
“I-uhhh..” he stuttered and Flip’s grin got larger.
“Oh fuck off, Philip, we were just talking with him!”
It almost hurt to move his eyes from Ron to the queen who talked to him. It was a bald man, middle aged and of lower stature, wrapped in a humongous feather boa. Seriously, it was so big that Flip had no idea what the man wore underneath. “Uhuh, and the sun rises in the west.”
Another man began talking, but Flip cut him off and turned to Ron. “Let me buy you a drink, beautiful,” he said, placing a hand on the small of Ron’s back and leading him towards the bar. “You can tell me all about your conversation ,” and really, Flip knew it sounded more than a threat than it should, but he knew the group were semi-regulars and should know better than to pounce on a newcomer that hard as they did, “with your friends here.”
The group loudly moaned and swore at him as he moved Ron away.
“Thank you,” came a small whisper from Ron and Flip barely acknowledged it, more focused on reaching the bar.
Of course it was Benji behind the bar, just what Flip needed.
“Philip, you menace!” Benji admonished before they even got to sit down, making Flip roll his eyes. “You’re so rude!” Then Benji looked at Ron and talked again. “Well, you did always have a preference for the pretty ones.”
If it wasn’t because Flip knew Benji better than that, he would’ve thought Benji was sulking instead of just taking the piss.
“A gorgeous damsel in distress, how could I resist that,” he responded, still holding a hand on Ron’s back. Benji just cast his eyes heavenward.
“What do you want?”
“Give me my usual and he’ll have..” Flip turned to Ron with a lifted brow, “what do you want?”
“A-uhm, a beer is fine.”
Benji nodded and began preparing their drinks, still staying nearby. Which meant Flip had to keep both their covers going. “So darling, I never managed to get your name?” He caught Benji scoffing out of the corner of his eyes but elected to ignore him in favour of looking at Ron.
“Karl,” Ron answered, “and I gather your’s is.. Philip?” He could hear the very real confusion in Ron’s voice. He smiled wide and winked at him.
“Clever and beautiful, must be my lucky day?”
His line made Ron chuckle. “Does that usually work for you?” Ron asked, still chuckling and Benji answered with a groan while placing their drinks.
“Oh my god, honey, it works far too often for him, really, it’s shameful.”
The outburst made Ron look at Benji with interest and Flip just went with it.
The two chattered for a couple of minutes about Flip’s usual antics, making Ron smile so wide, the lights were reflected in his teeth.
“Alright you two, Benji stop hogging all of Karl’s attention!” he huffed in faux annoyance, then got serious.
“When the fuck where you gonna tell me about the drug problem here?”
He could feel Ron tense up immediately but kept going. “It’s serious Ben, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Benji flipped a dish towel at him but looked ashamed. “I didn’t.. I didn’t want you to get into trouble, Philip.”
Flip softened and reached out to place his hand on Benji’s arm. “Benji..” he sighed. “I’m a big boy, I know how to be careful.”
“But what if your colleagues found out because of me?!”
Aah shit, he cursed. Benji and his big heart, constantly worrying about Flip and his job.
“Babe,” letting the familiar nickname drop from his lips he went on, “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise. I could’ve told them I got an anonymous tip or something like that.”
Benji softened and began to tell him what he knew, which wasn’t much, but made it clear to Flip that the drugs weren't originating from the bar or its usual patrons. It was something, at least. More than Ron had gotten out of the men from earlier.
“If you hear anything more or anything like it, you call me, okay?” Benji nodded and promised.
They were silent for a few moments before Ron talked.
“Soo,” he started, looking between Flip and Benji, “there’s something going on with you two?”
Benji startled and became the picture of an apology. “Oh my god, Karl, I’m so sorry, didn’t mean to ignore you or anything, I promise! Philip and I used to be a couple, yes but it’s been a long time since, we’re just friends now!”
Flip shook his head. “Breathe, idiot.” He moved his hand from the bar towards Ron’s thigh.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’re still the only one I want tonight.” How did Flip get it to sound so genuine? Because he really, really wanted to get Ron home in his bed. He had it bad already, and seeing Ron getting along so well with Benji? Yeah….
The man in question flushed and wiggled on the bar chair. Flip let his hand glide up to Ron’s face and swiped his thumb near that delectable mouth.
“Jesus, you’re so pretty when you blush,” flew out of his mouth and Ron flushed even more, biting his lips and then soothing it with his tongue. Flip’s eyes stalked the movement. Fuck, he had to get them out of there, right now, before he did something stupid. So he rose from the chair and crowded Ron into the bar, feeling the smaller man’s back against his chest.
“In a moment, I’m gonna get you out on the dancefloor, where we dance for a song or two, before I convince you to go home with me. Nod if you understand.”
Ron nodded, breathing so shakily that Flip felt it in his chest. “Good boy,” he praised, couldn’t help himself.
He gave a quick goodbye to Benji, who waved back, busy as he was, before dragging Ron towards the dancefloor. There he kept Ron close, guiding him to move his hips to the music.
“Just follow me, Rookie,” he whispered in Ron’s ear and enjoyed the full body shudder, his voice made Ron do.
As Flip had directed, they danced for a few songs while Flip kept on getting closer and more touchy. And so far, Ron had gone with it perfectly, moved in sync with Flip and not flinching away when Flip moved his hands to Ron’s - perfect - ass or saying very sexual things juuust loud enough that people around them could hear. All of Ron’s reactions were what Flip usually got out of a partner of little to none experience in the area.
He did enjoy those young men who were out to have a good time, while trying to figure themselves out. Those who looked at him with a shy hunger, not knowing really what they wanted, just that it involved him.
He did enjoy taking those men apart, piece by piece, drowning them in pleasure, until the only thing out of their mouths were “more”, “please” or his name.
Not that Flip minded experienced partners, they were just as fun and more likely for him to start an actual relationship with, but there really was something thrilling about changing someone's life with his dick.
God that sounded dumb, even in his own head.
Flip realised they would have to go soon, before his body became a problem. The closeness and movement with Ron had made his dick interested, and he wasn’t about to grind a hard cock up against the unarguably delectable ass of one of his closest friends and a coworker. That was a big no-no.
So Flip got close to Ron’s ear and spoke.
“Ready to get out of here?” He kept his voice sultry as if he really meant it as a come on. Ron nodded.
“Yes please!” he answered in a breathy voice that sent shivers down Flip’s back. Groaning slightly - for more than one reason, really - he took Ron’s hand and went for the exit, as fast as he could.
The minute they got outside, Flip pulled out his cigarettes and lit one, desperately inhaling the smoke. The nicotine and the cold helped him focus on everything else but the thoughts of wanting to see how perfect Ron would fit in Flip’s sheets.
They kept going for the car and got in.
No one said anything while Jimmy turned on the car and drove out of the parking lot.
It was only when they were some miles away that Jimmy broke the silence.
“The recording got messed up.”
Flip turned his head to look at him, lifting his eyebrow in confusion.
“Maybe someone in there messed up the mic, I couldn’t really hear what happened after you went in.”
Flip understood then and clapped Jimmy on his arm a few times.
“What?” came from Ron in the backseat, but they both ignored him. Jimmy was reminding Flip that he got his back and that no one would find out what had been said about Flip in that bar. It was honestly a relief, not that Flip had thought about it going in. But now, knowing that his coworkers wouldn't hear Benji talk about their relationship.
“I’ll buy dinner next time,” was all Flip said.
“Seriously, what?” Ron repeated.
The day after, Flip stood outside the station, smoking a cigarette when Ron came up to him.
“Do uhhh.. Do you want to talk about.. Yesterday?”
Flip should probably have expected this, but somehow the statement still blindsided him. So he looked confused at the Rookie, smoke curling out of his open mouth. Because why on God’s green earth would Ron bring yesterday up. Right. In. Front. Of. The. Precinct?!
But he still didn’t say anything, so Ron just powered on.
“You know, about what the.. The bartender said?”
Turning his entire head heavenward - he really wasn’t God’s favourite child, huh - he steeled himself before looking back at Ron, who just stood there with an expectant and cautious expression on his face.
With a heavy drag of his cigarette, he spoke. “Not the place, Ron.”
The younger man appeared surprised, but nodded in understanding after Flip motioned with his hand towards their workplace.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Silence stretched afterwards, and not the nice, comfortable he usually experienced together with Ron. Instead it was tense. Flip wasn’t a fan.
So, to dispel it, he started talking.
“Come over for dinner, we can talk then, allright?”
He could see the suggestion surprised Ron, but the younger man nodded and went back inside.
For a few seconds, Flip just stood there, trying to muster the will to get back to work too, if only to get the day to go by quicker. Just to get it.. All.. over with.
When Ron knocked on Flip’s door that evening, Flip wasn’t exactly excited the way he normally would be. But in his defence, he didn’t know how the talk would go, since he didn’t go around and talked about his sexuality with people that often.
Really, the last straight person he had to tell was Jimmy, and that had consisted of Jimmy asking and Flip confirming and that was that. Jimmy told him why he had made that leap and the rest was history.
And then to add onto everything, it didn’t help that he was sexually attracted to Ron and wouldn’t mind pursuing him romantically either.
He motioned for Ron to come in and went back to the food he had on the stove. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but he hadn’t felt like ordering take-out, and thus had to cook.
Meanwhile Ron leaned on a counter nearby, looking at him as he took out a couple of beers from the fridge, before taking the one Flip handed him.
Flip decided to just rip off the band aid.
“Benji and I were together for a while, a couple of years back,” he started and began to plate their dinner. “The stress of my work, the fear of being outed and my need to lie about having a girl back home, at the end it became too much for him. And it’s not like he didn’t understand and agreed to it, but… yeah..” His voice drifted off.
They both moved to sit at the table and started to eat.
“So you’ve always.. uhm been into men?” Ron asked, curious but still restrained. It made Flip chuckle.
“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I still dated girls, but I knew for a long while. And at some point, I stopped trying to deny it, started going to gay bars, ‘dated’ here and there. I met Benji at his bar, actually, but it was way before we started being together.”
“So that was your usual bar?”
“Yeah. Also why I could get away with dragging you from those men that had you cornered. They know me, or at least, of me.” He couldn’t help the slight pride shining through.
“Ah that really explained why everybody looked at you.”
Oh? Interesting. Flip tilted his head and let his tongue press on the tip of one canine at Ron’s words. There was something to the tone he couldn’t quite place.. Yet.
“They looked at me, huh?”
Apparently Ron hadn’t caught on to Flip’s tone, how he had lowered his voice just a tad.
“Yeah, you really know how to enter a room, you know? It was like, the second you stepped in, everybody looked at you. We couldn’t look away.”
Flip bit his lip to suppress a groan. Did Ron not understand what he just said?
“Even you?”
Ron looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car before looking flustered away, anywhere but on Flip. Ron coughed and tried to move on.
“So Philip? That’s your real name, right?”
He felt generous and let Ron change the subject. Mainly because he had every intention of returning to it later.
“It is. Kinda hard to have anything more than one-night-stands with a fake name, and I go by Flip or my last name at the precinct, so it works. And people in that scene know to be discreet if we meet outside.”
“Oh.”
He let the silence fall for a bit, waiting for Ron to ask more. When he didn’t, Flip did.
“So how are you feeling? Getting ganged up by a group of hungry gay men is not the funniest experience in the world, I imagine.”
Ron leaned back on his chair and huffed. “Like getting swarmed by piranhas, they were relentless. I don’t know what I said!”
“Oh darling, trust me, it wasn’t anything you said, some people just like new flesh way too much to control themselves. They should’ve known better, you don’t ambush newbies.”
“God I thought they made me or anything.”
“No, no. You did nothing wrong except dressing like that.”
Ron looked confused and asked him to elaborate. And boy was it something Flip was happy to do.
“Babydoll, you looked gorgeous. And the man in the boa? He can’t help himself with young, pretty men.”
He could see Ron’s eyes widen and his expression grow flustered. “Benji said you liked them pretty, too.”
Point.
“I am not saying I don’t. I , however, am capable of restraining myself when I see them. And usually they come to me anyway.” Was he bragging? Hell yeah, Flip was bragging. But Ron was hanging on to his every word with an open expression. He could see the intrigue setting in, making his young friend curious and interested.
Flip probably should feel bad about what he was doing, he should. He should be ashamed of himself.
But Ron was starting to lean forwards again, closer to Flip, with lips slightly parted. And while having such an effect on his friend wasn’t what he intended, ever, Flip was an opportunist, at least when it came to this.
“They do?” Ron asked, slightly breathless. Flip ran a hand through his hair - and if he happened to flex a bit more than necessary, nobody would know - and smiled.
“Oh yeah,” he purred, “they do. Especially those without much experience. My reputation ends up going around.”
Horror became visible in Ron’s eyes and Flip backtracked.
“Shit, no Rookie, I’m not easy, jesus!” he defended, “baby, no, I’m not sleeping around with everybody, I promise. But word gets around me being a good lover!” That came out wrong, but too late, the words were already out.
Fortunately, the horror receded from Ron and intrigue replaced it.
“Really?”
Was he really about to do this? Fuck yeah he was. Flip let his voice drop to the low purr, not far off from what he sounded like during sex, tilted his head and smiled seductively.
“I would love to demonstrate to you just how well deserved it is.”
It was pretty obvious how his words had an effect on Ron, the younger man squirmed on his seat, but still apprehensive. So Flip carried on - he really shouldn’t, he should stop, Ron was his friend - closing the distance between their hands and let his fingers touch.
“I promise, I won’t stop until my name is the only thing you can say.”
He could hear the audible hitched breath and saw the dilated pupils.
“I need you to tell me if I can, because I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
Ron nodded, but Flip didn’t move.
“That’s not how this works, Ron. I need your words, baby.”
Ron shivered, but eventually said. “Okay.”
Jesus he’d never felt so fucking pleased in his entire life. Ron wanted Flip to fuck him. He was allowing Flip to do what he had wanted for so, so long.
Flip kept his hands on Ron as he led him towards his bedroom. One hand on his friend’s hand, the other on Ron’s hip, stroking reassuringly. He didn’t want Ron to feel needlessly nervous or even scared - Flip had no intention of letting those emotions stay. Having the chance of fucking Ron (and if Flip was proper honest with himself, making love), it felt like something out of a dream, so there was no way Flip would do anything to scare the other away.
They stopped when they reached Flip’s bed, Flip turning Ron towards him, feeling arousal pool in his stomach.
Slowly, he let the hand on Ron’s wrist glide up along the younger man’s arm, all the way up to his throat, where Flip let it rest. The hand on Ron’s hip kept stroking, grounding them both.
He could feel the way Ron’s throat flexed when he swallowed, his eyes taking it all in.
Flip checked in. “You still alright, darling?”
Ron’s chest lifted in a shuddering breath, but the man nodded and Flip moved closer, their noses barely touching. He waited there, feeling the warm air from the other, before touching their lips together.
For all that Flip kept his mouth closed, it was hardly a chaste kiss. He let all his adoration and want shine through, trying to convey it through the kiss.
As the kiss went on, Ron relaxed a bit more and moved more in sync with Flip, their lips sliding against each other. When Flip slightly let his teeth touch Ron’s full bottom lip, a low, wistful sound escaped the younger man’s lips and Flip felt the arousal go from pleasant to his dick half mast in just one sound.
God, Flip wanted to make Ron release more sounds like that!
He sucked the bottom lip in and bit harder on it, making Ron groan and open his mouth, so that Flip could get his tongue in and deepen the kiss.
He couldn’t help but moan when he felt Ron caress his tongue with his own, wet and warm, it felt absolutely amazing.
He managed to remove himself from those delectable lips, a string of spit still connecting them. Both men were breathing heavily, their chest’s meeting each other with every inhale.
“You okay with me moving this along?” he checked in. Ron’s pupils were fully dilated, face flush and lips swollen. Ron licked his lips and nodded, so Flip began to remove his own shirt.
Ron followed every movement, causing Flip to smirk satisfied. He took one of Ron’s hands and let it rest on his chest, encouraging the other man to touch and explore.
Tentatively, the other hand joined the first one, feeling the contours of Flip’s pectoral muscles. There was no way mistaking the interest Ron felt, which pleased him immensely.
As Ron was exploring his upper body, Flip moved his hands to Ron’s shirt, slowly sliding onto soft and warm skin underneath it.
A shudder racked through Ron as he did so.
“Can I take this off, baby?” he questioned, his voice low and raspy.
“Ye-yeah, please Flip.”
Taking the shirt off had the unfortunate effect that Ron had to let go of Flip, but it was worth getting unrestricted access to all the glorious, naked skin.
Flip had to bite the inside of his each at the influx of want . Lord almighty, Ron looked amazing. He wanted nothing more than to lick all over his chest, and then more.
“Take off all your clothes, okay? Then lay down on the bed, on your back or on your front, you decide baby. Understand?”
Ron nodded and moved to do as Flip told. They kept glancing at each other while they removed the rest of their clothing, couldn’t keep their eyes off each other.
When Ron had laid down on the bed, back down against pillows, Flip let himself truly look at his lover.
Miles of gorgeous skin, brown nipples tightly pebbled, hair going all the way down his navel and connecting with the pubic hair, defined muscles.. And then the sizable erection jutted out proudly.
Flip felt his mouth water, Ron looked amazing, gorgeous, so many other adjectives, and he let him know.
“Gods, Ron, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful before,” he groaned, his hand going down to circle around his dick, giving it some much needed stimulation. Precum dribbled out of the slit in pure excitement, it had been so long since he was this horny and fuck it if Ron wasn’t pushing all his buttons.
Ron looked embarrassed and turned his head.
“No, baby don’t hide.”
He crawled onto the bed, resting his knees between Ron’s - lovely - thighs, his hands on either side of Ron’s shoulders, just staying there while checking in again.
Yes, he was aware it might be a bit excessive at this point, but first of all, it was Ron’s first time with a man, first time bottoming , which was bound to feel overwhelming, and he wanted Ron to feel comfortable and have some sort of control. Second, this was Ron , Flip’s close friend, his coworker, someone Flip really cared for and not a random one night stand. This had the potential to ruin everything between them.
So yeah, Flip would rather check in one time too many rather than not at all.
“How are you feeling, babe?”
Ron swallowed, then looked shyly up at Flip before answering.
“I’m okay, I think.”
“Still okay with me doing this?”
“Yeah I- you’ll stop if I ask?”
Flip nodded. “I promise.”
“Then I’m okay.”
He leant down and rewarded Ron’s honesty with a smouldering kiss, devouring his mouth as their bodies met and grinded together.
It felt devine, the way Ron’s body slotted against his own, how his thighs began to tighten their grip against Flip’s hips.
For a couple of moments, that was all they did, grinding and feeling the other’s body, how it reacted. Both men were hard and erect when Flip began kissing down Ron’s throat, down to his chest, leaving bites along the way. When he reached Ron’s chest, he licked over the left nipple, before blowing on it, enjoying the shiver’s that ran through Ron.
When the man moaned, Flip couldn’t help but smile teasingly. “Oh you like that?”
“Mmfph!” was the bitten off answer. It made him chuckle.
He went on to lick Ron’s nipple again, laving it over with his tongue, again and again, before he sucked it into his mouth and bit it slightly.
Ron keened and curved his spine. Hands winded themselves into Flip’s hair, tugging it with just the right amount of strength, keeping it pleasurable. He groaned in response and did it all again, sucking Ron’s nipple into his mouth, biting it, only to do it all over again, while his left hand played with the other nipple.
When Ron’s moans gained volume, the man cried. “Flip, please, the other one - I can’t, Flip, please!”
“Allright, baby.”
And so he switched side, torturing Ron’s chest all over again while the other man moaned and whined, gripping Flip’s hair and neck.
“Come on Flip, I need more, need - something!” Ron whined. Huffing amused, Flip lifted himself off and moved to gather the supplies they needed for later, placing it on the bed close nearby.
Then he moved down Ron’s body, placing Ron’s thighs over his shoulder and looked up at Ron’s expectant face.
“Do you know what happens next?” When Ron shook his head, Flip explained. “I have to prepare your body, so that it won’t hurt nearly as much when I go inside you. I want it to be as painless as possible, but that part of the body isn’t really made for what we’re going to do, so it will hurt a little bit, okay?”
“Okay. I trust you.”
Flip smiled and had to go up and kiss Ron. “Thank you, doll.”
He then returned, placing a kiss on top of the drooling cockhead on his way, before spreading those delectable ass cheeks, revealing a tightly furled hole.
Flip couldn’t help himself, he drove straight in and licked all over it, from tailbone right up to Ron’s balls, while keeping a tight grip on Ron’s hips as the man bucked at the sensations.
“What the, fuck man, what are - doing, Fliii-iiip!”
Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Flip made eye contact with Ron. “I’m preparing you.”
“I don’t think you need to - to lick there?!”
His body shook as he chuckled. “Ron, darling, I love eating ass, so unless you don’t really like it..?”
Not that he let Ron answer before going back at it, licking and sucking at Ron’s rim. When the hole began to relax, Flip started to lick inside of it, stretching it to reach further.
“Fuuuuck!” the man below him moaned, tensing and untensing constantly, with his hands wound tightly in the bedsheets.
Flip didn’t lie, he really loved eating ass, and fuck it if Ron’s reaction to it made him feel hotter. He rutted against the bed, unable to help himself, it felt so good with Ron clenching on his tongue, making furtive movements as if he couldn’t decide to move away from the sensations or towards it.
He kept on licking inside of Ron’s ass while trying to reach the lube, not willing to part with it yet. Luckily, he could get it, so using one hand, he got some on his fingers and warmed it before letting one finger circle the hole along with his tongue. When he carefully guided the digit inside, Ron tensed, so Flip began kissing along the underside of his cock to distract him. It took a couple of minutes of moving back and forth before Flip felt Ron could take another finger. He took the fingers out, put more lube on them and slid two fingers inside, loving how tight Ron clenched. When he could move, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching Ron’s rim more and more.
He kept kissing and sucking on Ron’s dick to help distract him from the unpleasantness of the stretching. He wasn’t a fan of receiving himself, but had tried it to figure out what he liked, and he knew it would burn and hurt, especially the first time.
Ron kept moaning, keening and whimpering, calling Flip’s name and cursing through the sensations. Personally Flip thought it sounded like heaven, and he worked harder to cause more sounds like that.
At three fingers, Ron began to be impatient.
“More, I need more!”
“A little bit more-”
“Flip, I swear, if you don’t get your cock in me now, I’m leaving!”
Well then. Flip smiled indulgently and removed his fingers. He took the lube and drizzled some directly on his cock, coating it fully with a few pumps of his fist.
“Okay, babydoll,” he said while positioning his cockhead at Ron’s hole, pushing it teasingly before retreating.
“Phillip!”
“Sorry, doll,” he grinned unapologetically and pushed in slowly.
When his hips met Ron’s ass, he stilled and let Ron get used to the stretch. He kissed his way up Ron’s neck to his lips, and just enjoyed the wet tightness gripping his cock.
As he kept their lips locked together, tongues dancing, he started to slowly move his hips, going out a little, before going in again. They both moaned at the feeling, and Ron’s hands gripped at Flip’s back.
Flip moved again, going slightly faster and deeper, until he finally was sure all Ron felt was overwhelming pleasure.
He sat up, dragging one leg over his shoulder and cursed at how the changed angle felt. He stilled and searched for Ron’s eyes. The question was clear and Ron nodded as an answer.
With the permission given, Flip let go of his tightly wound control.
He fucked hard into Ron’s willing body, searching for the spot he knew would make Ron go insatiate. When he finally found it - it was rather telling the way Ron’s eyes flew open with a shout, nails digging into the meat of Flip’s thigh and chest, he smiled victoriously. He wrapped his hand around Ron’s dick and pumped it in sync with the pistoning of his hips.
He gave it all he had, knowing he wouldn’t last long like this, all the foreplay and Ron’s obvious enjoyment had him nearing the edge fast.
Then, Ron tensed up, moaning Flip’s name and spurting cum all over Flip’s fist and his own stomach.
“Yeah, there you go, baby, so gorgeous, so gorgeous for me when you come,” he moaned, losing his mind from the tight grip Ron’s channel had on him, milking his cock at the orgasm.
“Fuuck, Ron, babe, I’m coming!”
Ron gripped him tighter. “Please, please, Flip!”
With a borderline roar, Flip released into Ron’s ass, filling it up with his cum.
Chests heaving, both of them held eye contact as they relaxed, just enjoying the afterglow of intense orgasms.
Flip pulled out carefully and laid beside Ron, caressing his body as they tried to gather their breaths.
Then Ron made a sound, a slightly uncomfortable one, that had Flip alert.
“What’s wrong?”
Ron bit his lip, somehow self conscious after all they had just done. “It’s.. dripping out.”
That should’ve not sent a jolt of arousal through Flip’s body, but suddenly he wanted nothing more than to see his own come drip out of Ron’s hole, coating his rim and thighs.
So he manoeuvred Ron onto his front, with his ass in the air, so Flip could get a good look.
Ron’s hole was slightly gaping still, rim puffy and dark. And, god , Flip’s come was leaking out.
He groaned out loud and drove tongue first in, licking all of his own cum.
“Mooaahh, Flip, babe!”
Hand’s found their way into Flip’s hair, and Ron pushed his face closer towards his ass.
“Oh God yes, yes!”
This, this was heaven and Flip never wanted this to end. Again and again he drove his tongue inside, licking up all of his spend, thinking of nothing more than to fill Ron up again soon.
When he finally was done, Ron limp with overstimulation, he cuddled up close, Ron’s back to his chest.
Between kisses on Ron’s shoulder, Flip asked “how are you feeling?”
Ron laughed exhausted and moved so he could look at him. “I’m feeling like your reputation is extremely well earned.”
He laughed too and kissed the smiling lips.
“Thank you, babe, but really. How are you?”
The smile turned indulgent. “I’m okay, Flip. Sore but good.”
Pleased, Flip gathered up the duvet and tucked them both underneath it.
“Good. Because that was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Charmer.”
With a final kiss, Ron began to fall asleep.
Flip kept himself awake long enough for the thought of Ron being in his bed, in his arms, as the best thing of the day. Who knew what the morning would bring, but Flip hoped it was Ron willing to be more than just friends.