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He’s not quite sure what woke him up this early on his day off, but it probably has something to do with the way his erection is trying to make a permanent indent in his mattress.
Hal groans and, with great effort, manages to roll over. The clock blinks a red 5:23. It’s still dark outside, for fuck’s sake. He purses his lips and glances down at his boner.
“This is your fault.”
His dick twitches helpfully. Hal rolls his eyes. Sometimes having a libido that just doesn’t know when to quit is more of a burden than a blessing.
Whatever. He yawns as he drags his hand from the sheets over his abs, fingertips trailing over the curly brown hair above the hem of his boxers. It’s not like he has somewhere to be today.
His thumb snags on the elastic and he lets his eyes slip closed as he eases the fabric off of his hips. A small, pleased sigh escapes him as his erection pops free of its confines. He shivers as the cool morning air hits sensitive skin, hums as his ass slides against the smooth cotton sheets.
It’s been awhile since he’s been able to be this lazy with his morning jerk off session. Usually he has to settle for a minute-long quickie in the shower before he’s rushing out the door. But today..
He lets his fingers drift down the soft hairs, hesitates around the base of his cock before dipping downward to the sensitive underside to gently curl his fingers around the base. A quiet moan cuts through the silence of his bedroom as he shifts his palm upwards.
.. today he has time.
His left hand wanders up his chest, running over the muscles of his abs before pinching at his nipple. Hips leave the mattress as he hums in pleasure. Brown eyes blink open and he watches through long eyelashes as he jerks himself off. The light from the streetlamp outside is hitting his skin in a particularly nice looking way, and just the thought of how good he probably looks right now kicks up his excitement another notch. A tiny glob of precum seeps out of his cock and Hal bites his lip as he smears it over the head and down the side.
Too much friction, he decides. He shifts his hand to open the top drawer of his side table, pushes himself into a sitting position and squints into the dim lighting as he rummages inside. If he finally has time for a lazy morning jerk-off session, he’s going to do it right, goddamnit.
“Where are you..”
He shoves his hand all the way into the back of the drawer and finally his fingers close around the plastic tube. Hal tosses it onto the bed and only spares half a second to wonder if lube is something that expires before shoving the drawer closed with a mental shrug and flopping back onto the mattress. He unscrews the top with one hand, other still jerking at his cock as a wave of anticipation radiates out from behind his navel. The top of the tube rolls somewhere onto the floor and then finally he’s squeezing out a handful of super smooth, extra-glide lube onto his fingers and dragging them up his dick.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.”
His thumb catches on the head and he whines at how good it feels. He hasn’t broken out the lube in a while– hasn’t had the time– but oh man, it’s so much better than in the shower. Fingers glide over his dick, up and down in a lazy pump and his hips undulate in time with each stroke. It’s so nice and smooth, so easy to pretend he’s sinking into a soaking wet babe, or–
– or back at that hotel room, with what’s-her-name dripping all over him and that tentacle sliding inside him, filling him up from the inside as he shoves back to meet each thrust with reckless abandon–
Hal blinks as a huge glob of precum oozes from the tip of his cock. Shit. He hasn’t had time to even think about that, what with the two-week long corps mission that followed and the brain-dead autopilot he took back to Earth last night. He glances down at his dick and thinks about the way she had felt inside of him, about the way she had flipped him over like he was nothing and fucked him into the mattress. His dick twitches in remembrance. Hal sighs and squints at the ceiling.
Is he still straight? He should probably at least figure that out. Yeah, she was a woman– a smoking hot woman who just happened to have a giant fucking tentacle that he, apparently, really liked having up his asshole– but that woman opened him up to a whole new realm of possibilities. He purses his lips and gives his slightly-deflated cock another tug.
He's never really even thought about having sex with a dude.. but now that he knows how much he enjoys getting fucked, maybe he should revisit that notion.
It’s not like he really cares one way or the other. He’s not about to have some major identity crisis or whatever.. he just doesn’t know. Having a single pleasurable encounter with an alien chick doesn’t mean he’d feel the same if it was some human dude pinning him to a bed and having their dirty way with him.
His cock jumps. Hal glares at it in betrayal. Excuse you, dick. Trying to figure shit out up here. He flicks his eyes back to the ceiling.
Would he mind getting banged by a dude? He tries to imagine it as he strokes his hand over his cock; what it would feel like, how different it would be. A lot more lube, probably. Less tits. More hair? He’s not that hairy of a dude, but a lot of dudes are.. probably. Would he like that? Or would it be too weird?
He groans in frustration, giving his dick a forceful tug as he glares at the ceiling. Maybe it was just a fluke; maybe it was just some pheromone thing. That would definitely be a lot less confusing.
A pearl of lube drips from the base of his dick down over his balls he jerks in surprise. Brown eyes blink down at his dick. Flick to the tube of lube to his left. Back to his dick.
Hmm..
He lets his fingers drift from the base of his cock to his balls, cups them briefly and then shifts slightly lower, down over his taint with an assessing touch. Hal bites his lip before very tentatively, very gently, dragging a fingertip around his entrance. His cock jerks. Hal feels a drop of sweat slide down the side of his temple. He’s never touched himself like that before. Would he even like it if it wasn’t a super hot alien chick doing it do him?
He has plenty of time, plenty of lube, and plenty of unanswered questions. At least he might be able to clear one thing up.
Another dollop of lube gets poured onto the fingers on his left hand and then he shifts his hips, slides back further on his bed and maneuvers his thighs so that they’re spread as far apart as he can go. His heart pounds against his ribcage, breath coming in short, excited bursts and he takes a moment to steel himself before brushing against himself with one of his lube-slicked fingers.
“Oh.”
It’s weird. He’s not used to feeling exposed like this. He can feel the breeze coming through his window catch on the lube and he feels it down there, down where he’s never touched himself before and that thought just makes him more excited, makes him drag his finger around his entrance again before finally giving in and slipping his fingertip inside.
“Oh–”
His eyes slip closed, knee gets tugged more towards his chest and he slides his finger out and back in, a little further this time. It burns a bit, so he clumsily squirts out another glob of lube and wastes no time re-coating his finger and pumping it back inside. It’s an awkward angle; he can’t get much deeper than his knuckle, so he slides even further down the bed until his knee is almost to his chin, bends his wrist and is finally able to sink his finger all the way in.
Shit. He pries his eyes open to watch his left wrist bend back and forth, watches the way the lube on his fingers catches on the light sifting in through his window, observes the way his dick bobs as he slips his finger in and out in a smooth glide. Hal imagines being in front of himself, looking down; looking at how exposed he is, how his legs are spread as wide as they can go, at how his finger pumps inside of him so easily. A drop a precum hits his chest, smears against his abs and forms a trail leading back to the tip of his dick. Oh fuck.
He grabs for the lube with his finger shoved as far as he can reach. He squeezes it a bit too hard and some of it spills onto his sheets.
“Shit, shit–” he catches the rest of it and smears it around his opening, coats his ring finger in it and then slips his middle finger out out to push back in with two.
“Oh fuck.”
God, that’s good. That’s so good. There’s a bit of a stretch but that feeling just makes him even hotter, just makes him sink his fingers into his body as far as he can go and gasp as another wave of heat works its way up from his cock.
Maybe not a fluke, he thinks somewhat desperately, free hand reaching down to grab his other leg and tug it back against his chest. But when she did it it felt a lot better. Hal remembers that moment when the whole encounter switched from ‘adequately pleasurable’ to ‘holy fuck what the fuck’, remembers the way his whole body had seized in surprise at the way she had felt pressing against that spot inside of him.
He bites his lip and sinks his fingers back in. Wiggles them around a little bit. Rocks his hips back and forth. What the fuck, how did she–
He dips his wrist, curls his fingers upwards and lets out a surprised shout.
“Oh god, oh fuck. Right there–”
He does it again, a little firmer this time and he can feel his balls tighten, can feel his face get hot as he massages against that fucking spot. Jesus, why did he wait so long to try this? He slips his fingers out, curls them as he slides them back in and oh shit, that feels so good.
Would he still like it if it was a guy’s cock instead of his fingers? He picks up the pace, snapping his wrist back and forth and has to reach down and grab the base of his dick to try and hold back his orgasm. Brown eyes zero in on his dick, watch the way it bobs forward with every twist of his wrist. He tries to imagine what it would be like if that was sliding inside him instead, filling him up until there was no room left, pressing him down into the mattress and slamming against that spot over and over. His cock pulses– oh fuck, okay that’s hot– and he has to scoop up some of the excess lube and start jerking himself in time with his thrusts. A wave of heat washes over him, every muscle trembling with anticipation as he slides his fingers out and nudges back in with a third, and oh god, that feels–
“Fuck!”
Come hits his chest, splattering over his abs and dripping down along his cock. He keeps pumping his fingers, driving inside himself as he loses it, a sob caught on his lips as he angles his wrist down and rubs against that spot over and over until every last drop of cum is wrung from his body.
His thighs are quaking as he lets them flop against the mattress, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He lets his fingers slip out and doesn’t bother to smother the whimper at the sudden empty feeling. Hal lets out a breath as his hand flops to the mattress beside him.
“Fuck.”
Definitely not a fluke.
Let it be known, he thinks, that Hal Jordan, notorious ladies man and purveyor of endless charm, is probably okay with getting banged by a dude. He lets the thought wash over him, lets it float around in his head a bit until that knot of confusion he had earlier fades into a sort of peaceful acceptance. So he’s okay with having sex with dudes. No big deal. Nothing he can do about it now.
He lets his hand wander back along entrance, lets his fingertip glide over the outer edge. It’s a little sore, but other than that that was probably the second most intense come he’s ever had, right after Ms. Tentacle and her Intro to Butt Stuff. What would it be like, he lets his earlier thought come back to him as he runs his finger through the mess on his stomach, with another dude? Not just that, but who would he let bang him? He has standards, thank you very much, and it takes at least a tiny bit of trust to let someone bend you over and have their dirty way with you.
Someone hot, he starts the mental checklist as he stretches his cramped thigh muscles. Someone who isn’t an asshole, someone that he trusts, he pauses.. and someone who has a nice dick. Hal purses his lips and stares at the ceiling with narrowed eyes as he tries to think of anything else. He smacks his lips after a few seconds.
Yup, that’s about it. A four item checklist. He yawns, stretching his arms above his head before shoving himself into a sitting position and stumbling off towards the shower. That shouldn’t be too hard. Just the thought of all the new possibilities for amazing orgasms makes him smirk, makes his heart race in excitement as he twists the knob for hot water.
Now he just has to find the right dude.
Easy.