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Jealousy was a trait Tommy knew Evan possessed, but he hadn’t seen it since it had taken out Eddie’s ankle so long ago.
Jealousy, it turned out, was a trait Tommy really, really liked in his boyfriend, when it got him publicly mauled at a club after a drunk patron didn’t listen to Tommy’s rejections.
Tommy’s head spun with the possessiveness of the biting kiss Evan planted on him right in the middle of Harbour’s new probie’s bachelorette party.
“You jealous, baby?”
“...a little.”
Tommy laughed, absolutely smitten. “You look ready to take me out back and piss on me to stake your claim.”
Surprisingly, he heard Evan’s sharp intake of breath, felt the slight tensing of his shoulders.
“Oh?”
“That’s new,” Evan confessed with a flush growing over his cheeks.
They’d talked more when they’d decided on the second try. Evan had explained his deep-seeded abandonment issues, and Tommy had opened up more about his past and his hopes for the future, and while there had been shame and embarrassment on Tommy’s behalf, Evan had been upfront and shame-free about himself, particularly his past history regarding his (admittedly self-diagnosed) sex-addiction.
So Tommy hadn’t expected Evan to blush over the potential discovery of a new kink.
“Is that something you’d maybe like to try?” Tommy encouraged, because if there was something that Evan might’ve been interested in, Tommy wanted Evan to feel comfortable to try it with him.
And honestly, Tommy wasn’t exactly disinterested in the idea.
“P-pissing on you?” Evan whispered.
Tommy shrugged. “I kinda like the idea of you marking me up, letting others know that I’m yours. Feels right every time you come on me. Why should pissing on me be any different?”
“It’s far less sanitary. And ejaculating is at least attached to sex. Peeing is getting rid of waste. It-it’s different to sex. Shouldn’t be sexy.”
“And yet you’re probably logged more hours this month in eating my ass than I’ve flown, which is unsanitary, and at least one of us likes tits, which, you know, are meant to feed babies, not be a sex organ.”
Evan paused, then: “You like my tits, so both of us do.”
“You got me there.”
“Are you, like, trying to talk me into it? Is this something you’ve been interested in but haven’t mentioned before?”
“I’ve watched porn where it’s featured and didn’t turn me off, but I haven’t actively searched for it. My interest is in doing something that works for you, sweetheart. If we try it and either of us doesn’t like it, we know we don’t do it again. But if we do like it…”
“Okay. Okay.” Another pause. “When?”
“We can try tonight, while you’re still amped up over some other guy flirting with me.”
“I think it’s worn off in the shock.”
“I can go find him again…”
“Don’t you dare. Let’s go.”
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Getting pushed around by Evan would go down as one of the hottest things to ever happen to Tommy. When he’d finally decided to be himself and started dating with men, they’d all wanted – expected – him to top due to his size. He was always the big spoon, always taking the lead, always holding the other guy up or pinning him down. It had been boring, predictable.
Evan was a big, strong guy who was happy to manhandle Tommy as often as he was gentle with him. He was thick and beefy and knew his own strength so well, never pushing Tommy too far. He was eager and responsive and so fucking horny for Tommy that the sex was never boring – that was, perhaps, why they didn’t talk enough the first time around.
And Tommy, fuck, he couldn’t think of why talking was so essential as Evan guided him through Tommy’s own house with not-so-gentle nudge and bites, pressing him hard into whichever surface like he wanted Tommy to bruise, like he wanted him to be marked up and Tommy was eager to take it all, his hands gripping Evan’s head to pull him in closer, encouraging him to leave the skin of his shoulder with a perfect mold of his teeth the moment Tommy’s shirt was gone. Tommy wanted Evan to bruise him. He wanted scratches and hickeys and bite marks. He wanted Evan to be territorial.
He…he really fucking wanted Evan to piss on him.
The moan he let out when Evan shoved him into the bathroom was obscene, amplified by the acoustics of the tiles and porcelain.
The whimper he let out when Evan told him to strip and get into the shower was probably pathetic. Tommy couldn’t care less; just followed Evan’s order.
“Are you sure?” Evan asked.
“If you are.”
Tommy heard him swallow, his throat clicked dryly as he nodded his head. Decision made, Tommy leant in for a quick, reassuring kiss before he lowered himself to his knees.
“God, oh fuck,” Evan whined as they struggled with his belt buckle, two pairs of hands hindering more than helping.
And when Evan’s jeans were finally undone and they pulled his half-hard dick through the fly of his underwear, Tommy couldn’t help it, he had to get his mouth on Evan. He took the exposed head into his mouth, gave it a suckle.
Thick fingers grabbed him by his hair and forced him back. “Fuck, no. I can’t piss when I’m too hard.”
And, sure, Tommy struggled with his morning piss if he had morning wood, so he completely got it, but he wanted that dick so bad.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make it harder. Literally and figuratively.”
Tommy sighed – stopped short of pouting, really – and rocked back on his heels.
“Come on, then. Mark your territory.”
He spread his arms as wide as the shower stall would allow, and waited.
It took long enough that Tommy got a little concerned that Evan was having second doubts, then a hot splash hit him on his sternum, right between his pecs, drenching his chest hair. The next splash was a little higher – his collarbone – then a stream doused his chest.
Tommy ducked his face into it, just the briefest of seconds with his mouth and eyes closed, then ducked lower so it cascaded down his back, letting Evan’s hot piss cover him.
It was then that Tommy knew there would never be anyone else for him. He couldn’t imagine allowing any other man urinate on him because of a wild possessive streak. He couldn’t imagine that any other man using him like a fucking fire hydrant would arouse him so much.
“On my dick,” Tommy pleaded before he even really knew that he wanted that. “Piss on my dick.”
Evan let out a groan and redirected and Tommy couldn’t help but grab his piss-wet cock to jerk off. Fuck, he was so hard.
He was so in love.
Was it as permanent or obvious as a ring? No, but he wasn’t ready for a ring. Someday, in the future, but for that night? He’d take his boyfriend’s piss as him claiming his territory and it was so good, it was fucking perfect.
“I should’ve had another beer,” Evan groaned as his stream turned into a trickle. “Why is this so hot, oh my God.”
Fuck, Evan had pissed on him like he would piss at a urinal: pants up, dick out through the fly.
He shook out the last drops – Tommy would swear they landed in his hair – before he bent at the waist, grabbed Tommy’s face, and kissed him, not at all caring for the piss he’d spilled over Tommy’s lips and chin.
Tommy was dragged up to his feet by that grip, turned, and shoved chest-first against the cold tile of the shower wall. Evan placed one hand in between Tommy’s shoulder blades and leant over to the shower caddy to pump out some lube – fuck, it was so cold after the steaming drenching of piss he’d just willingly taken.
Two firm fingers rubbed at his rim, then pushed in-in-in, stretching and fucking him fast and dirty. Evan pulled away for another pump of slick, then that beautiful cock was at Tommy’s hole, bullying its way in deeper and deeper until Tommy could feel the teeth of Evan’s zip biting into his cheeks.
Christ, there was something about Evan still being dressed that made it all that much hotter. All Tommy wore was Evan’s piss – fuck, maybe he did want that ring.
That thought was quickly fucked out of Tommy’s brain. Evan had an amazing cock and he knew how to use it, snapping his hips against Tommy roughly and setting a brutal pace that left Tommy gasping for air as he wound his arms around him, holding him against his chest, pulling him away from the tiles.
Evan licked up Tommy’s neck and groaned. “You taste like piss.”
“Your…your piss,” Tommy reminded him, which earnt him a harder fucking, a bitten shoulder. “All yours.”
“Mine,” Evan either agreed or claimed; Tommy didn’t know and couldn’t care because Evan was the only thing the mattered. “Next…” Evan choked on a groan, wildly rabbiting into Tommy’s hole with quick, sharp thrusts. “Next time, I want you to piss on me.”
Tommy grabbed at his dick, stroking himself to Evan’s vigorous pace. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
They were both desperate for it, Tommy arching back into Evan’s thrusts, their moans loud in their bathroom. There was nothing fancy about it; just two big men fucking rough and quick and hard, turned on by piss and marked territory.
“Make sure you drink so much before it, Tommy,” Evan continued. “Want to you cover me in your piss.”
“I will. I will.”
He’d give him all his piss if that was what Evan wanted. He’d hold all of it in for a day, drinking litres and litres in the lead up to make sure Evan was absolutely fucking drenched in it. He’d claim him, leave his mark with his piss before they would go shopping for a ring.
But until then, it was Tommy who was coated with Evan, from his piss to his touch.
“Fuck, fuck.”
Evan started to thrust harder, then he pulled out. He pushed Tommy’s cheeks together and rutted between them until he spilled up Tommy’s spine, two long, hot ropes, before he pushed back into Tommy’s hole to keep fucking him through the rest of his orgasm.
He was so good to Tommy to come on him and inside of him, making sure his claim was thorough and intimate with his piss and come. He was so good to Tommy to fuck him deep and hard and fast even after he’d climaxed until Tommy peaked with a cry, shooting all over the tiles.
The come-down was completely different to the fuck. It was slow and syrupy, soft kisses exchanged over Tommy’s shoulder while Evan rubbed his come into Tommy’s back. When he was done, Tommy turned and helped Evan undress, holding him close and craving the intimacy of being naked together.
Until Evan got him all riled up again.
“I had no idea I’d be so into pissing on someone.”
The thought made Tommy so fucking jealous. He turned them, pushing Evan into the tiles he’d just come on. “Me,” he growled. “Not someone. Me.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Fuck. Only you,” Evan agreed immediately.
Tommy reached down between them to palm Evan’s softening cock. “This and everything that comes out of it is mine.” He used his other hand to tip Evan’s head back so he could suck a possessive bruise into the skin of his neck, leaving a mark of his own.
“Oh my God, Tommy, yes.” His arms wrapped around Tommy, keeping him close, wanting that hickey. “My dick, my piss, my come; it’s all for you. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”
His dick was getting harder in Tommy’s grip, which was perfect because Tommy was ready to be marked by his come again.