Note: Obviously been watching ‘Alexander the great’ again, and have too much time LOL

Shayan Akbar

The view from the terrace

Jared and Jonathan carried Colin between them. He was dead weight and dead drunk. Usually he could drink them all under the table but not tonight. He had gotten a head start on them. They seemed to spend most nights drinking and telling lies. Well, except when Colin was with some gorgeous woman, not that the ladies ignored Jonathan or Jared but Colin seemed to get the lion’s share.

But tonight he was falling down, knee-walking drunk. Jonathan was just glad he hadn’t puked on anyone yet. He did yell at some invisible people in the hallway on the way in though. They took his shoes off and debated stripping him and decided that might be best.

“I don’t want him to get up and break his neck over his pants. Oliver would kill us if we let his Alexander get hurt too badly.” Jared laughed as they unbuttoned his jeans and found nothing but what God had given him underneath. Both men managed to not quite look at each other as they finished and tucked him in bed, dropping his keys on the table and letting themselves out.

Jared grinned at Jonathan, his eyes sparkling in that way that made women flock to him. And made Jonathan notice him perhaps a bit more than usual.

“So, want me to drop you at your hotel?” Jared was driving. He had actually stayed pretty sober.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that. Sometimes, it’s nice to just crash and sleep but sometimes, I just am too… I can’t sleep. I end up standing on the terrace naked in the middle of the night smoking one after another.”

Jared laughed. “What? No wanking on the terrace at 3 am?”

Silence.

Jared looked a bit askew at him. Jonathan was actually blushing. “So do I.”

“Damn shame Colin never has to!” They both laughed.

Jared drove up at the hotel Jonathan was staying at. “Want to come up and smoke out on the terrace?” Jonathan teased as he started to get out. “Or wank?”

“Sure…” But he didn’t say to which one.

He parked the car and followed the younger man up to his fourth floor rooms. Jonathan was out of most of his clothes and in silk sleeping pants in about thirty seconds. The weather was oppressively hot and the only air conditioning was a rather eccentric window unit that worked as it wanted to.

Tonight it didn’t want to.

The air outside was only marginally cooler but there was a slight breeze. They stood side by side, leaning over the rail. Jonathan slipped a joint from the cigarette pack, grinned and shrugged, then he lit it and offered it to Jared.

Jared sucked the strong, sweet smoke deep into his lungs and held it, handing the slim cigarette back to Jonathan. Jared liked that nice calm feeling he got. They passed the joint back and forth until it was tiny. Jonathan put it out and tucked it back into the cigarette pack.

Jared stood and yawned, stretching his arms up over his head and exposing several inches of skin above his low-slung jeans. Jonathan stared then smiled sheepishly when caught.

“Always makes me hungry and horny.” Jared’s voice sounded funny to himself when it came out. It seemed to be an octave lower.

“So which are you now… hungry or horny?” Jonathan’s voice was breathy.

“Both, I think. You?”

“Am I horny? Or hungry?”

“Either? Both?”

“I think they’re the same right now,” Jonathan was closer; his voice was almost a purr. “What do you think we should do about it?”

Jared looked down Jonathan’s body, his eyes lingering at the front of Jonathan’s trousers. He very slowly sank to his knees in front of the Irishman. He untied the simple tie that held Jonathan’s silk trousers and slipped them over his hips. They pooled around his ankles.

Jonathan’s cock was hard and stood out from the thick, dark nest of curls that contrasted with his pale skin. Jared ran a finger through the dark hair then pressed his nose close, inhaling the other man’s musky scent. The only natural thing left for Jared to do was taste him. He let the tip of his tongue run from the base all the way up. His skin tasted of salt and something Jared couldn’t name. Maybe it was just the way Jonathan tasted. The thick drops of fluid that dripped down the smooth skin tasted sweet as he caught them.

“You’re driving me insane.”

Jared looked up into lust filled eyes.

“Am I now?” He laughed and took the first few inches into his mouth, sucking the rest in as he sucked hard and deep.

“Jaysus!”

Jared moved away and smiled up at him.

“What’s wrong, Jonathan?”

“Nothing! I’m standing on a terrace in Morocco with my costar sucking my bloody cock and you ask what’s wrong.”

“Want me to stop?” Blue eyes twinkled wickedly at him.

“Yes… no… I want you to… I want--”

“You want what, Jonathan?” Jared’s voice was soft, silky.

“I want to stand on a terrace in Morocco with my costar fucking my bloody arse…” he finally answered almost angrily.

Jared didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure where the anger was coming from. He stood up and pulled Jonathan into his arms and kissed him, a long, long kiss. His tongue dipped inside Jonathan’s mouth, tasting the weed they’d smoked, the wine they’d drunk and that same flavor of his skin.

Jonathan almost stopped breathing when Jared kissed him. Jonathan had kissed more than a few men but usually it was work, not pleasure and this kiss was pleasure, all pleasure. A slight breeze blew and he was aware suddenly that he was standing naked in a man’s arms outside, where nosy cameras might find them.

“Perhaps we should go inside.”

Jared’s arms tightened. “If you want it here, let’s do it here.”

“But…”

“Put a blanket over the rails and it’ll cover… most everything.” Jared reached between them and stroked Jonathan.

Jonathan felt like molten lava had been poured over him, thinking of the visual of him and Jared standing at the railing with Jared’s hands on his hips. He pushed away.

“Let me get a blanket. Oh, and Jared, you have way too many clothes on.”

Jared didn’t have many clothes on when Jonathan returned with the blanket, none in fact. He was leaning against the wall, one hand sliding down his belly as he smiled lazily at Jonathan.

“We already smoked. I thought I’d wank a bit too.”

Jonathan tossed the blanket heedlessly onto the rail and went to Jared’s arms. Their kiss was searing as their naked bodies slid together, skin touching skin, damp from the heat and from need. Jared wondered if perhaps he should pick him up and haul him in to the bed. Maybe Jonathan was right.

Almost as if he read Jared’s mind, Jonathan said, “I want it here. I want to hold onto the metal railing and look out over the street while you’re inside me.”

“Fuck, I could almost come just from hearing you say that.”

Jonathan grinned and walked over to the railing, turning to face the street. He handed Jared a bottle of lube that he managed to snag somewhere.

“I’m not ready yet, Jonathan. There’s a whole new side of you.” He ran one hand down Jonathan’s smooth back, running one finger down his spine until he came to the top of his ass. He let his fingers trail lower, tickling the tender skin all the way down to the part between Jonathan’s legs.

“Please… I--”

Jared poured the gel onto his fingers slid one finger down to Jonathan’s tight opening, teasing his way inside. Jonathan tensed. He was not used to being breached; he wasn’t completely new to it either. It had been awhile. He took a deep breath. And relaxed.

“That’s it… let me in. You’re so slick and hot.”

He moved his finger gently until Jonathan jerked hard and whispered, “Holy fucking god!” Jared kept his finger in place but pressed his cock against the cheek of Jonathan’s ass. He needed the contact, needed to touch Jonathan. His cock was slick with his own need as he slid it against Jonathan’s slender ass.

“I need to be inside you now…” Jared’s voice was strained. He slipped his finger out, kissing Jonathan’s back and whispering against it. He poured the cool gel onto his lover’s bottom and positioned himself to take Jonathan.

“Yes, please now.” Jonathan thrust his ass back, taking him in and solving Jared’s dilemma of whether to go fast or slow.

“Ohfuckyou’retightandhot!” Jared grabbed Jonathan’s ass and slammed in hard, knowing that he was already hurting him. He tried to slow down, to be gentler but Jonathan was not allowing it. He kept slamming himself back into Jared. It was good, so good that Jared wasn’t sure he was going to last long at all.

He moved closer and instead of putting his hands on Jonathan’s hips, he pushed himself deep inside his lover’s body and braced himself on the rails, his hands touching Jonathan’s. He rocked into the Irishman over and over, brushing that little spot that made him say wonderfully obscene things and say them quite breathlessly.

And every time, Jonathan’s body clenched him tighter and tighter. Jared moved one hand under to Jonathan, taking him in hand a bit more roughly than he meant to. Jonathan growled and tightened even more.

“I--- oh fuck!” Jared couldn’t talk, couldn’t move. The tension was nearly painful as he felt his body go tight, gather itself for that exquisite release. And it *was* exquisite. He screamed out Jonathan’s name, heedless of neighbors or paparazzi anywhere about. The channel got slicker as he filled it and he thrust hard once, twice and Jonathan was making the same sounds he had. He felt the warmth of semen flood over his hand as the cock he held tightly throbbed and throbbed again.

Jared kissed Jonathan’s sweaty back. “You all right?”

“Mmmm,” was all Jonathan could say.

*

They did finally make it to the bed and both were asleep within minutes, Jared spooned up against Jonathan’s back. The last thing Jonathan thought before sleep claimed him was that he had never noticed how nice the view from the terrace was.

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