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“Geez, I am sore today.”
Adam dropped his backpack into the corner and flopped down on the hotel bed without further ado.
“Huh. Usually it’s the other way round.”
Ben put his bag in another corner and sat on the second bed.
When they had arrived at their hotel for the night they had been informed that there was only one room available but especially Adam was exhausted enough to not want to go to another one. Ben didn’t mind either way. If there was someone he was fine to share a hotel room with it was and always would be Adam. Adam, who just buried his face in the pillow and groaned loudly and non-verbally.
“Man, we’re only three days in.”
Ben was more amused than empathetic, feeling a little smug that it wasn’t him being the one to complain for once.
“I knooooow….”
Adam’s whining made Ben chuckle.
“Seriously, what’s your deal?”
Adam rolled onto his back before he answered.
“That cramp I had during running today. Ugh. Everything hurts.”
Ben couldn’t help but laugh and Adam made an annoyed noise.
“Come on, get up, have a hot shower and put on something fresh, You hate touching the bed with your outside clothes.”
Adam sighed.
“You’re right. I can’t be on my bed in my outside clothes.”
He huffed and puffed as he got off the bed again and hauled himself to the bathroom. Ben heard the shower start running and sighed himself as he swung his legs atop the comforter. He had no qualms about outside pants in his hotel bed and got comfy while Adam showered.
Adam emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later engulfed in a cloud of hot steam, a towel wrapped around his hips and a mild frown on his face.
“Not better?” Ben asked and Adam shook his head before sitting at the edge of his bed, too tired to reach for fresh clothes without a break.
“I don’t know. It wasn’t even that tough of a day, I am just….”
“Tense?”
Adam nodded and Ben reached for his backpack. He went through his things for a while, then found the small jar he had been looking for.
“You’re lucky I came prepared, my friend.”
He threw it at Adam who, despite his overall exhaustion, was still alert enough to catch the item effortlessly.
“What’s that… tiger balm?”
Adam raised his eyebrows.
“It’s a Chinese remedy. Massage some into the skin where it hurts and it will burn and tingle and make you feel better.”
Adam laughed nervously.
“Burn and tingle? Not sure if you’re doing the best job at selling me this.”
“I slather myself in that stuff every game night and do you hear me complain?”
That only made Adam cackle harder.
“Yeah, actually. Every ten minutes.”
Ben just raised his eyebrows at his friend.
“Well, then just imagine how insufferable I could be and be thankful,” he said with a straight face as Adam unscrewed the lid. He took a whiff of the cream inside and blinked a few times from the potent smell of essential oils.
“That sure is strong.”
He scooped a generous portion of the balm onto his calf and started rubbing it in. Ben turned his attention to his phone while Adam did his second calf. A minute passed and they sat in silence with Adam still in just a towel, massaging his legs.
“So far it’s not doing a lot,” Adam said and put the lid back on.
“Give it another minute.”
Now Ben was only half-looking at his phone while side-eyeing Adam with a sly grin. A few more moments passed and Adam leaned back against the headboard.
“Oh. Now… oh, okay. Yeah, alright. That’s… the stuff. Oh. Oh, damn.”
Ben put down his phone and looked directly at Adam.
“Did I promise too much?”
“The tingle… oh man…”
Ben chuckled and watched Adam close his eyes with enjoyment.
“It’s… it’s still getting stronger, though. Oh. Oh.”
Ben smirked at the alarmed tone in Adam’s voice.
“Really nice, isn’t it?”
“Oh… yeah, it’s… really good.”
Adam was moaning the words by now which was doing… things to Ben.
“Are you still tense?”
Ben’s question was so sickly sweet that it should have been obvious that there was mischief in it but Adam was too distracted to notice.
“Maybe… for another reason now.”
Adam didn’t elaborate and moaned while lying on his back, even squirming a little bit. All while he was still in just a towel. Ben looked his friend up and down, having the strong feeling (and the fantasy) that Adam was really enjoying the burn on his sore muscles. Seeing him like that made Ben feel bold.
“So you are still tense.”
“Mmh-hm,” Adam hummed and Ben licked his lips.
“I dare you to put some on your nipples.”
Adam stopped squirming and opened his eyes abruptely to find Ben looking at him with a challenging smirk.
“What?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“You heard me. Put some on your nipples. It’s a dare.”
Ben made sure he didn’t falter and was rewarded with Adam’s cheeks flushing.
“What… why… why would I… that’s ridiculous.”
Adam was squirming verbally and it was just as entertaining as watching the real deal a minute prior.
“What, you don’t think you’d enjoy it? Don’t be a chicken.”
Adam turned an even brighter shade of red and not only that, he was speechless. A wide grin grew on Ben’s face. Adam’s silence could only mean that he was right.
“Well?”
Ben made eye contact with Adam who flinched away immediately in favor of looking at his hands. His whole face glowed tomato red and Ben sat up, demonstratively turning into Adam’s direction and sitting criss-cross-applesauce, his expression unbothered when he really was anything but that.
“Are you a chicken, Adam?”
As always, the challenging tone was the key and Ben twitched in his boxers when Adam reached for the tub of tiger balm, scraped out a big glob with his fingernail and wiped half of it onto each of his nipples.
“Happy?” he shot back, out of breath and Ben smiled.
“Rub it in.”
Adam frowned and propped himself up a little, his ears just as red as his face.
“You… want me to… play with my nipples in front of you?”
Adam had to pause between the words with how embarrassed he was.
“It’s part of the dare,” Ben shrugged and Adam stared at him blankly for a second before he moved both of his hands and gently massaged the muscle rub into his nipples with his index fingers while Ben watched with slightly parted lips, dick growing hard in his pants.
It was dead quiet in their hotel room, so Ben was very aware of Adam’s heavy breathing. He licked his lips again, unable to stop staring at Adam. His eyes flickered to the towel around his hips.
“Starting to feel something?”
Ben zoned in on Adam’s nipples that were perky from all the attention, mesmerized by the way Adam’s fingers were circling them.
“No,” Adam breathed and sounded like he was trying to keep himself from panting.
“Liar.”
Adam blew out a shaky breath.
“No clue what you’re talking about.”
“Are you enjoying yourself yet?”
It was hard work for Ben to sound so unaffected.
“What… it’s a dare, what do you mean am I enjoying myself?”
Ben grinned.
“Flick your nipples.”
Adam’s frown grew agitated.
“I am not gonna…”
“Be a good boy and flick your nipples.”
Ben leaned back, propped up on his hands. If Adam would have cared to check, he’d have noticed a bulge in Ben’s pants but he was obviously too busy with other things.
Adam had stopped rubbing his nipples, his fingers hovering over them uncertain of what to do. Apparently the essential oils in the tiger balm were really starting to kick in now, at least according to the lovely movie that was Adam’s face.
“Oh… oh!” Adam moaned and Ben had to bring up all of his self control to keep his hands away from his dick.
He wasn’t surprised when Adam finally touched his chest again and simultaneously flicked both of his nipples, a high pitched moan tumbling from his half-open mouth at the impact. Ben felt himself leak a drop of precum into the fabric of his underwear. That moan might have been the hottest sound he’d ever had the luck to witness.
Adam resumed to rubbing his nipples, all red and puffy by now. He shifted and Ben could see that he was hard under his towel as well. He wouldn’t have expected anything else.
“Do it again.”
This time Adam obeyed immediately, trying to hold back the groan of pain but not exactly succeeding.
“You love the way it burns, don’t you?”
Ben was breathing heavily himself. He wanted to get up, walk over to Adam’s bed and do god knows what to him but he stayed seated and just let his gaze wander instead. He started at Adam’s wide eyes and full red lips and then directed it down to his surprisingly hairy chest, his abused nipples and further south to his belly button. Ben imagined his hands at Adam’s narrow waist, using it to pin him down while admiring his happy trail that disappeared under the white hotel towel a few inches later.
Ben was snapped out of his thoughts by Adam slapping his puffy nipples, again and again in rapid succession, yelping at each hit.
“I’m… not a chicken… see?”
Adam had trouble getting the words out and Ben’s mouth was dry as he smirked at his friend.
“No. You’re a fucking painslut.”
Adam opened his mouth as if to protest but Ben didn’t let him.
“Take off that damn towel,” Ben ordered and Adam held his stare for a few seconds before complying and pulling the fabric off his lap, revealing his boner. It was hard to tell whether Adam’s face was red because of arousal or embarrassment. Not like it mattered, all Ben cared about was how pretty he was like that.
“So hard just from that and you want to tell me you’re not a painslut? You didn’t even touch yourself.”
The smirk came naturally to Ben and only faltered when Adam moaned his name. Desperately. Felt like butterflies having a proper rave inside his belly.
“You wanna get off, Adam?”
“Please….,” Adam got out with his nipples between his fingers, yanking at them roughly.
Ben had to unzip his pants, the friction of the taut fabric getting too painful against his raging hard-on. He adjusted himself in his underwear but didn’t touch himself apart from that just yet.
“You want to jerk yourself off?”
Ben’s voice was back to sickly sweet and malicious.
“Yes…,” Adam gasped and Ben nodded.
“You’re free to do so. But first…”
Adam looked at him expectantly, his mouth open and his eyes glossed over from how horny he was. Ben wanted nothing more than to watch him fall apart.
“I want you to put more tiger balm all over you hands,” Ben finished with a devious grin and Adam gaped at him with a desperate frown.
“You’re not serious,” he breathed with alarm. “Ben… you can’t… leave me hanging like that.”
The corners of Ben’s mouth twitched.
“Take it or leave it.”
“Please….”
“If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be spicy.”
Adam wailed with his nipples between his fingers, red, puffy and swollen.
“What? Are you scared?”
His friend tried to scowl at him which wasn’t easy given the state he was in. The result was pitiful.
“Fuck you…,” he wheezed.
“Are you a chicken, Adam? I thought you wanted to cum sooooo bad.”
Adam’s cock jumped at his words and before Ben knew what was happening he was palming himself through his underwear and biting his tongue to keep quiet. It took focus to keep the shark grin on his face.
“Fuck you, Ben. Genuinely.”
Adam reached for the jar of tiger balm, scooped some on his palm and then rubbed his hands together to spread it around. Ben lightly ran his thumb over his clothed dick.
“Not my fault how much you’re into this.”
He didn’t know where to stare first and his eyes went from Adam wetting his lips with his tongue down to his cock. It was pretty, solid size and girth and, Ben’s favorite part, attached to Adam. Ben wasn’t sure whether he imagined it throbbing with anticipation but he chose to believe that it did.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Adam’s right hand hovered over his boner, working up the courage to touch it. Ben shot him a wry smile from the other side of the gap between their beds.
“Are you gonna get on with it? Be a good little slut?”
“Fuck off,” Adam hissed and Ben stroked himself through his boxers with a little more intent, sighing with relish.
“I double dare you,” he grinned and Adam squirmed, cursed under his breath and finally closed the fingers of his right hand around his cock. He managed three strokes before the first hint of ‘oh fuck’ crept onto his face.
“Oh fuck…,” he mumbled as well and Ben gripped himself harder at the panic in his words.
“Maybe if you hurry you can get off before it fully kicks in.”
Ben’s smile was diabolical and Adam’s whole body shuddered with the next two strokes. The muscles in his abdomen contracted and relaxed so violently it looked fake as he gasped for air.
“Oh shit… fuck… oh fuck….,” Adam cursed but didn’t let go of his dick.
“Make sure you get it all over the tip as well,” Ben ordered as Adam’s angry whines were only interrupted with loud and desperate moans. His body arched both into and away from his jerking hand.
Ben couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled down his boxers far enough to free his own cock. The touch of bare skin on bare skin was incredible after delaying it for so long and he moaned in unison with Adam, with the slight difference that there was no pain in his moans.
“Does it… hurt… Adam?”
Ben’s hand was fast and rough on himself, the sight and song of Adam in anguish a mix of the most delicious sensations imaginable.
“Hurts… so bad…”
Adam’s voice was a flurry of gasps and sobs.
“You’re… so hot like this…”
Ben had barely even started trying to get off but he was so close already.
There were actual tears in Adam’s eyes but they didn’t stop him from chasing his climax. His dick was as red as his nipples and he looked so utterly fucked out, he was probably close too.
“Ben…,” Adam moan-sobbed, his grip tight and merciless on his dick.
“I really wouldn’t have thought it would be that easy to make you my bitch.”
Ben didn’t have to think about what to say, the words just came out in sync with the fast-paced movements of his hand. Adam wailed, his curses nonverbal at that point.
“I am gonna…,” Adam gasped.
“Next time I am gonna make you wear a plug covered in the stuff during…”
Ben didn’t get to finish the sentence before Adam spilled all over his stomach with a loud cry, drenching the happy trail Ben had ogled so thoroughly in rope after rope of cum while he sobbed loudly.
Adam’s orgasm sent Ben over the edge as well and they came together, locking eyes for a brief moment while gasping and whiting out for what felt like way longer than what they were used to.
“Fuck… Adam,” Ben groaned as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. The bliss took forever to ebb off and when he became aware again, Adam was still whimpering, a noise that restarted the familiar tug in his stomach right away.
“Ow… I am gonna fucking kill you, Ben,”
Adam got out and stumbled off the bed with weak legs.
“Why? You did this to yourself.”
The grin was back on Ben’s face, albeit a bit more tired now. Adam groaned, awkwardly holding his hands away from his swollen dick as he stormed into the bathroom.
“You’re gonna pay for this!” Adam yelled before turning the shower back on.
Ben sighed happily and wiped his cum-soiled hand on the bedsheets.
“No, I won’t,” he smiled to himself and readjusted his underwear as he listened to Adam clean off the tiger balm. When his friend returned from the bathroom with wet hair sticking to his forehead, Ben got up and undressed to head into the shower as well.
“Still tense?” he asked innocently and Adam flopped back on his bed, slipping under the covers this time.
“Fuck you,” he answered and Ben nodded.
“You’re welcome.”
Adam launched a pillow at him that he dodged without difficulties.
“Next time I’m double daring you.”
“Sure. If you say so,” Ben grinned and pulled the bathroom door shut.