Chapter 3: Rising Action
The TV displayed a “Game Over” screen as the controller lay on the floor having fallen off the couch. Trent is on top of Beast Boy as they kiss passionately.
Fingers are interlocked as bodies grind together. It was hard to believe that one second they were both laughing about a hilarious glitch in the game, and the next, there just seemed to be so much overwhelming attraction.
Trent's soft lips explored the green skin of the other, hands ran up and down muscular arms, fingering through the short green hair of Beast Boy. He moaned into the Beast Boy's mouth, pulling him even closer. It was an unfathomable desire, almost like a primal need to be as close as possible.
Hands started to roam, sliding down unzipped jeans and running fingers down taut abs, tugging and pulling at clothing - wanting it all gone. Trent broke off their kiss, trailing open-mouthed kisses along a defined jawline, to the collarbone, stopping only to flick a red tongue over a nipple, making Beast Boy arch and bite back a groan.
With their lips meeting again, they continued to shed their clothes.
The room filled with the sound of jeans and shirts hitting the floor, leaving them bare-chested and in only their boxer shorts.
Trent couldn't resist anymore, let his hands do the exploring as he pushed Beast Boy back on the couch. The green-skinned boy let out a sigh while Trent pulled his boxers down, freeing that thick, erect cock to the open air, begging to be touched.
Trent knelt before him, gripped it firmly in one hand and looked directly into his eyes, making Beast Boy shiver with anticipation.
The tip of Trent's tongue swirled around the head, gathering the clear bead of pre-come glistening there before his mouth descended, swallowing him whole. A deep, guttural groan escaped Beast Boy’s lips, hips bucking as his hands found their way into Trent’s short black hair, urging him on.
Trent took his time, lovingly worshipping every inch of this steel rod - giving and taking pleasure with each expert flick of his tongue, deep sensual sucking, and every so often a gentle nip that drove Beast Boy wild.
Beast Boy tossed his head back, moaning and arching into Trent's mouth. Hearing those moans only emboldened Trent further, inspiring him to suck harder and more eagerly.
Pinned between the cool material of the couch and the warm mouth of Trent, Beast Boy found himself in a state of sheer bliss. Then instinctively, he reached out, feeling along the coarse stubble of Trent’s jaw all the way down to his collarbone, finally settling on his shoulders.
He hauled Trent up to him, pulling the strong body onto his own, eager for more. Their lips met frantically as they struggled to remove Trent’s remaining clothing, desperate to feel each other's skin against their own aching bodies.
Beast Boy's fingers slipped under the waistband of Trent’s boxers, tugging them down past muscular thighs, leaving him fully naked.
Trent pulled back for a brief moment, and they paused in their feverish attempts to stare into each other’s eyes. Shadows danced across their faces as the soft light from the overhead lamps cast down illuminating their green and blue eyes, full of pure, primal want.
Trent's hands roved down the side of Beast Boy's torso, feeling the curves of his narrow waist, and then the flair of his hips, his fingers tracing over the contour of his tight ass and squeezing possessively. He could feel the heat from Beast Boy’s erection as they rubbed against each other's hard, throbbing shafts.
Their mouths locked, hands eagerly exploring, and primal need overwhelming them.
Trent gently bit Beast Boy's lower lip and pulled him closer. The shift in position resulted in their erections, slick with pre-come, were rubbing deliciously against each other.
Trent's hand wrapped around both of their cocks, stroking in a smooth, firm motion, drawing a hissed breath from Beast Boy.
"Oh fuck, Trent... harder," Beast Boy pleaded, eyes squeezed shut as he enjoyed the sensation of both their lengths sliding smoothly in the tight fist.
"Fuck, you feel so good."
With his other hand, Trent gripped Beast Boy’s hip, controlling the motion of their grinding as their erections slid wantonly against each other, painting enticing trails of pre-come on their sensitive skin. Trent's hips bucked into the tight grip, driving Beast Boy crazy with a long moan while he threw his head back, unable to take his eyes off the site above him swirling with the celestial constellation of their lust.
The contrast of skin colors, their fingers digging into each other's flesh, and the sounds of their heavy breathing in the otherwise silent living room were setting the stage for an intense experience between these two super-powered boys.
Unable to contain his desire anymore, Beast Boy reached around, pulling Trent closer, urging him to increase the rhythm. Each thrust of Trent's hips met Beast Boy's eagerness, and their sweat-slicked skin slid against one another with gasps and moans of sheer delight.
While Trent's one hand continued to expertly stroke their cocks together, his other hand moved lower, feeling the tensing and clenching muscles of Beast Boy's ass, slipping a finger between his cheeks to lightly graze his opening.
Beast Boy shivered at the contact, instinctively pushing back against that teasing digit. Trent obliged, circling Beast Boy's entrance playfully, causing the green-skinned boy to arch and writhe beneath him, hands gripping the edge of the couch.
Still keeping their cocks tightly clasped, Trent pressed a finger into that eager hole, sliding in with ease as Beast Boy panted and hissed in sheer ecstasy.
He pushed deeper, crooking his finger to find that sweet spot, causing Beast Boy to gasp loudly, a shiver of pure pleasure rolling down his spine.
Trent's lips found Beast Boy's once again, swallowing his moans as he started to thrust and pump his hips to the rhythm of their grinding.
His long finger inside Beast Boy matched the pace, curling and massaging that sweet spot, causing flames of pleasure to ignite within him.
Beast Boy's breathing became increasingly uneven as his body trembled beneath Trent, who moved his mouth to kiss and bite at his neck. Each thrust and bite sent jolts of electricity through Beast Boy's body. His mind swirled with ecstasy as his orgasm approached closer.
The heat of the room rose, intensifying the scent of sweat-slicked bodies lusting for one another.
Trent moaned, his breath hot and heavy against the sensitive skin of Beast Boy's neck.
"Trent, please," Beast Boy gasped, his voice strained, hips bucking against Trent's hand with increasing urgency.
A cocky smile spread across Trent's face as he curled his finger deeper within Beast Boy, who responded with a choked moan.
Trent broke the kiss, staring deeply into Beast Boy's eyes while his finger continued to assault that sweet, sensitive spot inside of him.
It wasn't enough, though. Beast Boy's hips bucked frantically, urging Trent for more, to give him the final push over the edge that he craved so desperately.
But Trent wasn't quite ready to let him go just yet. No, he wanted to savor this moment, this tantalizing act between two powerful beings that left them both breathless and weak.
Trent slid a second finger into Beast Boy, slowly working into the tightness that welcomed him in.
The green-skinned boy gasped, his hips arching into the motion to meet Trent thrust for thrust.
Trent's breath came faster and shallower as he watched Beast Boy lose himself to the sensations brought on by his fingers, fingers slick with pre-come and desire. The muscles fluttered around them, as if trying to pull them deeper in.
Trent's dick throbbed, aching for its own release, but he held back, determined to see Beast Boy first.
He increased the pace, sliding his fingers in and out of Beast Boy at a punishing speed and watching the rapture etched on the other's face.
With each thrust, Beast Boy's hips bucked, and his head pressed back into the couch. His green tail whipped back and forth behind him, matching the frenzied rhythm of their fucking. Pre-come dripped from his swollen head, wetting Trent's steady hand as he pulled on them in sync with his fingers pumping in and out of Beast Boy's eager ass.
Every plunge of his digits brought forth a ragged groan from the green-skinned boy beneath him.
"Trent," Beast Boy begged, his eyes wild with the mounting intensity. "Trent, I - I can't hold on much longer."
Trent held Beast Boy's gaze as he bent down, his tongue flicking out to swipe at a rosy nipple. That simple action was enough to send another jolt of pleasure through Beast Boy, causing him to gasp and arch into Trent's touch.
His breath hitched as the tension inside of him mounted, desperate to release. Trent kept up his relentless assault on his sensitive nerves, and Beast Boy could feel his orgasm creeping ever closer.
“Trent, I’m so close,” he hissed, voice barely recognizable between ragged breaths.
Trent redoubled his efforts, pumping his fingers furiously in and out of the other man’s quivering hole, biting down on his nipple in time with each swift stroke.
Beast Boy cried out, his back bowing off the couch as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. With each stroke, Trent’s arm muscles grew more defined as he thrust into that gloriously tight, sweltering heat and heard his companion’s desperate cries ring through the living room.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Beast Boy’s climax ripped through him like a tempest, and he trembled beneath Trent as ecstasy washed over him.
Pre-come spurted from the head of his cock in a series of hot jets, painting Trent's hand and chest. His vision went white, and his body shook uncontrollably through the throes of the most intense orgasm of his life.
Desperate for release, Trent wrapped his free hand around his own pulsating shaft, matching the rhythm of his fingers moving inside Beast Boy. He used the pre-come from Beast Boy's cock, combined with his own saliva, to slick his cock, ensuring each stroke was smooth and satisfying.
The warmth coming from Beast Boy's tense body fueled his urgency, pushing him closer to the edge with each stroke of his hand.
Trent's biceps flexed from the force of his strokes; his chiseled chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as his heartbeat galloped. His body shivered as a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his temple.
The room filled with low, deep moans coming from Beast Boy, whose post-orgasm haze still lingered. Trent didn't want to waste any more time.
He needed to feel Beast Boy's heat enveloping his cock, needed that tight embrace like oxygen. He tugged his fingers free from Beast Boy's entrance, watching the bead of desire seeping from it. Their moans filled the space surrounding them, painting a raw picture of the desire that spanned between them.
With one swift move, Trent pulled Beast Boy's legs apart, hooking them around his waist. Gripping his cock in his hand, he traced it along the cleft between Beast Boy's firm, round ass cheeks.
Coated with their combined pre-come, Trent rubbed his swollen head against that tantalizingly tight entrance. The slickness eased his way in and, with one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in Beast Boy's shivering heat.
A strangled cry tore from Beast Boy's throat, hips bucking involuntarily as the sudden fullness overwhelmed him. Trent's lips crashed onto his, swallowing the moans that escaped through parted lips.
Each thrust of Trent's hips against him drove his arousal higher, Beast Boy completely lost in the sensation of being filled. Trent's cock was thick and unyielding, stretching Beast Boy to his limits as it plunged into his clenching channel over and over.
Beast Boy's fingers dug into the muscular shoulders of Trent, nails biting into firm flesh as each stroke threatened to tear through the delicate veil between pleasure and pain.
The room rang with the symphony of their groans and moans, punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of their bodies slapping together.
Trent's pace quickened, sweat dripping from his brow grazing the tip of Beast Boy's nose, drawing another gasped breath from him. Their skin flushed and heated, the room thick with the scent of musk and sex.
Trent was relentless, pistoning his hips, his grunts and growls becoming increasingly desperate as he chased his release.
He savaged Beast Boy's mouth, biting at his swollen lips and plunging his tongue deep. Beast Boy moaned into his mouth.
Their bodies moved together as if they were two halves of the same whole.
Every thrust of Trent's hips met Beast Boy's eagerness, and their sweat-slicked skin slid against one another.
As Trent continued to piston his hips, filling Beast Boy to the brim, the green-skinned boy could feel his orgasm building once more. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he let out a long, low moan, hips bucking in time with every powerful plunge of Trent's cock.
The tight coil of pleasure in his core grew tighter, and Beast Boy knew he was close to another mind-blowing orgasm.
"Fuck, Trent," he panted breathlessly, writhing underneath him. "Harder, I'm gonna come again!"
At his words, Trent's thrusts became wilder, more frenzied, driving deeper into Beast Boy. Each powerful stroke rocked the green-skinned man, forcing the breath from his lungs.
His hips met every hard thrust, riding the waves of pleasure that crashed over him. The slap of their bodies echoed in the living room as the two boys drove harder into each other, their hands groping, squeezing, and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
With a loud, pained cry, Beast Boy careened off the precipice of his orgasm and came hard. His release spilled onto his chest and stomach in heavy jets, mixing with sweat while his channels spasmed around Trent’s cock.
The added clenching of the heat around him sent Trent hurdling towards the edge. The raw, guttural sounds coming from the god-like son of Ares echoed in the room with the wet, slick sounds of their bodies moving together.
Trent’s grip tightened on Beast Boy’s hips as he pulled him closer, burying himself deeper. With one last powerful thrust, Trent’s orgasm tore through him violently. His cock jerked as hot jets of semen painted the insides of Beast Boy’s channel, filling him to the brim. Their bodies shook as they held onto one another, gasping and whimpering in the aftermath.
Trent collapsed limply on top of Beast Boy, their bodies slippery from sweat and expended fluids. His breath was hot against the green-skinned boy’s skin, making him shiver as their chests rose and fell in sync.
Trent struggled to catch his breath, still buried deep inside of Beast Boy.
“Shit,” Trent breathed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His voice was low and hoarse, raw and wanton. “That was... fucking mind-blowing.”
A faint moan escaped Beast Boy’s lips as he slowly, almost reluctantly, pushed the muscular body of Trent off of him. They needed space to breathe, room to process the intense pleasure that they had just experienced. It was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced before.
Trent and Beast Boy lay there on the couch, an intimate tableau of heaving chests and tangled limbs. Their bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat, the air thick with the musk of their lovemaking.
Trent's cock, still embedded within Beast Boy, started to soften, but only slightly, reluctant to leave the delicious warmth that enveloped it. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of Beast Boy's mouth.
"Incredible," Trent whispered breathlessly.
His voice was so husky and thick that it sent a thrill up Beast Boy's spine. He pulled out slowly, making Beast Boy wince a little, and rested his head on the green-skinned boy's muscular chest. The steady rhythm of Beast Boy's heartbeat reverberated against Trent's ear. Their mingled scents of sweat and sex infused the air with a promise of raw passion.
As they caught their breath, they couldn't help but laugh, feeling the warmth of satisfaction settling over them. They tried to focus on anything else: the TV screen flickering idle static, a lingering headrush, and the thump of their racing hearts returning to normal.
Yet, the way their limbs were intertwined and their bodies splayed out over the couch kept them tethered to one another, unable to ignore the undeniable attraction.
A sweaty mess of tangled limbs and sated desire, Trent and Beast Boy couldn't tear their gazes away from one another. Beast Boy absentmindedly traced the curves of Trent's toned biceps, making the young demigod shudder. In turn, Trent's fingers meandered through Beast Boy's unruly, green tufts of chest hair, eliciting a purr in response.
The post-coital glow enveloped the duo, glossing over their flushed and sweat-streaked bodies.
A comfortable silence thrummed through the room - punctuated only by their synchronized, labored breaths. Trent's gaze lingered on the bead of sweat that trickled down Beast Boy's collarbone, snaking its way towards the valley between his pecs. His mind wandered, contemplating pressing his lips to the trail left behind by that tantalizing droplet.
Yet, the aching in his muscles, coupled with the lingering echoes of their passionate lovemaking, kept him rooted in this moment.
The heat of their bodies, even in this moment of respite, was palpable - and he could feel the sweat drying on his skin, cooling him as the high of their orgasms slowly started to fade.
Their breaths syncopated with each other, blending together in a harmony of exhaustion and elation.
Trent's lips ghosted over Beast Boy's sensitive skin, dropping soft, featherlight kisses along the line of his jawline. It was in sharp contrast to the explosive passion they had just shared, and Beast Boy reveled in the sensation, shivering under the delicate touch.
No words were spoken between them, as if each knew exactly what the other was thinking. Exhaustion settled over them, fatigue creeping into their bones as Trent gently detangled himself from the green-skinned being pinned beneath him.
Beast Boy's breaths slowed, matching the same rhythmic tempo as the lingering echoes of their lovemaking reverberating in the air around them.
He lazily trailed his fingers up and down Trent's back, the warmth of his flesh a comforting reminder of the connection they'd just shared.
After a moment of soaking in the lingering euphoria that coated their encounter, their heated gazes met.
Trent leaned forward, his lips brushing against Beast Boy's in a tender kiss. Their tongues entwined in a delicate dance of satisfaction and lingering desire. Their bodies spoke the language of unbridled, lust-driven passion, as their hands explored the still-warm skin of one another.
Breaking the kiss, Beast Boy stared into Trent's blue eyes. His fingers raked through the raven-colored locks, savoring the silken texture and the lingering traces of sweat.
"Fuck, Trent," he whispered, voice trembling. He looked around the room, “we should probably clean up before the team comes back.” he said.