Joe went into the study one morning during his day last off from work, and found Graham rooting through a pile of paper work. He was wearing just a towel, wrapped loosely around his waist, as he searched. Joe grinned.
"I'm liking the new work suit," he said. Graham looked over and spared him a brief smile.
"I should have sent these designs off days ago." He muttered. "But something always kept me from doing it."
"You, something. A ha!" He pulled out a pile of papers, already in an envelope, and addressed. "See, they're all ready to get, yet someone hasn't been able to spare me enough time to go to the damn post box." Joe snorted.
"You can't say you didn't enjoy it though." Graham pursed his lips.
"I suppose." He said thoughtfully. "I need to post these."
"Dressed like that?" Joe snickered. "We've only been here a few weeks. Do you think now's the time to display the goods to the neighbours?"
"I've displayed them to you often enough. I'm sure the neighbours can't be worse than you… At least they won't have a twenty four hour sexual appetite, and stamina to match." Joe laughed. Graham rolled his eyes and disappeared. He was back just a few minutes later.
"Did you seriously just go to the post box in just your towel?" Graham nodded, moving back over to the piles of paperwork. He began to re-sort them.
"No one saw me, I think. So no one can ring you at the station and call me a streaker." Joe giggled. He went up and wrapped his arms around Graham from behind, kissing the back of his neck. Graham settled into Joe's touch. "See what I mean." He said in a know-it-all voice. "Twenty four hour sexual appetite."
"And stamina to match." Joe growled, pulling off Graham's towel and spinning him around to draw him in for a passionate kiss.
"The blinds are open, Joey." Graham gasped as Joe assaulted his neck. "And the windows look out onto the beach."
"What do you care? You just streaked the neighbourhood to post some designs." Joe kissed him again, more insistently, and Graham's protests died into moans and growls of pleasure. Joe drew back and pulled Graham up the stairs, into their room.
"What's wrong?" asked Graham, surprised by the urgency of Joe's touch. Joe shook his head. He pushed Graham down onto the bed and leapt on top of him. He kissed Graham passionately for a moment, before he rolled Graham over underneath him. "What're you doing?"
"Ssh." Joe stripped himself of his clothes. Joe started off gently rubbing Graham's shoulders. He slowly worked out Graham's muscles, spending time on his shoulders, before he slipped down his back. He worked for a long time, unaware that Graham had fallen asleep beneath his gentle ministrations. After a long time, Joe slipped lower down Graham's body, and gradually began probing Graham gently with his tongue. Every so often, Graham let out a soft sigh, and twitched. Joe kept working for about fifteen minutes. Graham suddenly woke up, after Joe's tongue darted viciously into him. He let out a yelp and rolled over, kicking Joe off of him.
"Was that you?" He asked, looking shocked.
"What?" Asked Joe, sitting back, looking startled. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," said Graham, looking as startled as Joe. "Were you just…?" He stared at Joe. "You were just…" Joe blinked, and suddenly looked very self-conscious. He paused for a moment, before he looked hurt.
"You were asleep." He said accusingly.
"Well…" Graham squirmed with embarrassment.
"You were asleep." Said Joe again. "Was I that bad?"
"I'm sure you weren't bad." said Graham in a pacifying voice. "I was just tired." Joe snorted derisively.
"Yeah, well, I'm not down with you yet." He growled. "Flip over." He grabbed Graham's hips and forcefully flipped him over, and settled his weight on top of Graham again. He began to probe with his tongue again, and Graham started making incomprehensible sounds of pleasure.
"Oh, God, I can't believe I was asleep through this! How did you learn to do this?"
"Well, when you were asleep." Joe slapped Graham's hip. "You kept making noises when I did stuff. Now I can see you really do like it." He didn't give Graham a chance to apologise, instead diving back in with his tongue. He drew back after a few more minutes, and Graham made to get up.
"That was great, babe." He said, his voice relaxed. Joe kept him pinned down.
"Where do you think you're going?" He growled, nipping Graham's earlobe. "I'm not done with you yet." He bit down on Graham's shoulder and rubbed himself against Graham. "I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you." He growled in a low voice.
"Just go slow." Graham told Joe. "I haven't had it rough in a while." He relaxed against the bed, to let Joe in. Joe grabbed his hips and hauled him up onto his hands and knees.
"Get on your knees, Graham!" Joe growled. "I am not going to take it slow! I am not going to let you adjust! I'm gonna slam into you so hard and fast you'll scream. I'll show you what happens when you fall asleep on me!" Graham believed every word Joe said. "Besides, if I can take you, on my first time, then you can definitely take me," Joe hissed. "You ready?"
Without waiting for Graham's reply, he slammed himself so hard and fast into Graham that he thought he'd missed. There was utter silence in the room for a moment, before Graham bellowed his pain and pleasure. He would have collapsed, had Joe not been holding his body up. Joe didn't wait for him to adjust, and began moving hard and fast. Graham was moaning and babbling, his body shuddering as Joe brushed his prostate with every stroke. All too soon, they each felt their feelings growing, intensifying, and they climaxed together, yelling their pleasure at the others actions. Joe collapsed on top of Graham, and rolled onto his side, pulling Graham in close to him. He didn't remove himself from Graham. Both of them were panting hard, sweating heavily, their hearts racing. "That was amazing." Joe panted finally.
"I know." Graham sighed. "You feel so good… I don't ever want you to take it out."
"I'm not going to." Said Joe quietly. He bucked his hips against Graham's. At first, Graham thought he was joking, but Joe continued to buck his hips, and soon he was fucking Graham again, harder than the last time. Each groan Graham made was incentive for Joe to continue fucking him into submission. Graham could do nothing but grasp the pillow and bite back his screams of pleasure as Joe kept going. Joe pulled out roughly, and flipped Graham easily over, before slamming himself back in, hard.
Graham yelped loudly, his back arching, digging his fingers into Joe's shoulders. He came before Joe, his eyes rolling back in his head, screaming aloud, and Joe kept going, not letting up for a second. Joe leant down and kissed him, pulled Graham's legs up and around his waist to give him better access. Graham was breathing heavily, his body covered with a sheen of sweat. He groaned each time Joe thrust hard into him. Joe lasted considerably longer this time, and he fucked Graham for almost half an hour, before he climaxed again. He again collapsed atop of Graham, panting, before he rolled off. He slid out of Graham, and the pair lay in each other's arms for a long while.
"I see the bed was really turning you on." Said Joe quietly. Graham chuckled. The second round had forced him to cum several times.
"Wow." He said quietly. "I should definitely fall asleep on you more often." He wrapped his arm tightly around Joe's waist.
"Next time you do, I'll bring out the whips." Said Joe lazily. Graham looked at him.
"You know, Joe." He said quietly. "You're a sex maniac." Joe laughed.
"Perhaps… but you take it really well." Graham kissed him gently.
"I love you. You animal."
"I love you too." The pair cuddled close.
"It's almost lunchtime you know." Said Graham.
"Well, I'm going to sleep." Said Joe. "I'll let you make sandwiches." Graham snorted indignantly. "Since you did fall asleep."
"You just paid me back." Said Graham. "And if you don't think that was payback, you should have been on the receiving end of it. I might do that to you sometime." Joe grinned lazily, and closed his eyes. Graham fell asleep minutes after Joe did.