Twister Isn't Just For Kids

Roger DeBris sat on the living room couch, pouring over résumés Max had left with him after the last meeting. The Team had gone out for dinner, but Roger was stuck with these papers. He was expected to split these into a good and bad pile, but frankly he just wanted to be lazy. He was about ready to throw them across the room when something black blocked the view over the papers.

“Hello, darling!” Carmen chirped.

Roger chuckled, looking up from his unprogressive work. “Yes, my sweet turtle dove?”

Carmen held out something square and white with different colors sporadically splayed over it. Roger just raised his eyebrows.

In response to his sudden brain lapse, Carmen opened the square fabric and laid it out over the ground in front of the couch. Roger quickly recognized it.

“Twister?”

“Yes, twister. You’ve been working too hard, and I want you to relax.” Carmen held out the spinner that went along with it and threw it next to the mat on the floor.

Roger sighed happily, smiling. He had to give points to his younger lover for creativity.

“Darling, I can’t play right now. I have too many papers to mull over.”

Carmen’s face dropped with his stature, and he began to walk away when he heard fabric scraping the mat. He turned to see Roger lying on the game mat, smirking.

Carmen squeaked, clapping his hands once. Standing on one end of the mat, he leaned over and flicked the spinner. Roger admired Carmen’s build from the side; He’d always coveted his lover’s thin feminine build, the curves the pushed his sides in a tad.

Looking up, Roger noticed Carmen’s pouting face.

“I said, right foot green!” Carmen pointed to his right foot that was indeed on a green space near him.

Roger nodded, muttering a “Sorry,” and placed his appropriate appendage on the correct colored space.

Carmen flicked the spinner again, and the game continued.

The children’s game went on as such for a bit, with both of them staying up with a fair amount of ease. Both of the men slowly moved themselves across the board in attempts to win until they were at a standstill- Carmen could no longer risk spinning the color board without falling.

Roger was leaning with his back parallel to the floor and his feet on the same space, his front towards Carmen. Carmen was positioned as a crab would be with his front facing the sky and his open legs facing his lover’s face.

Carmen looked around helplessly for a moment until he looked to Roger for help. Carmen squeaked as he noticed Roger was eyeing his crotch much like a child would a sweet treat he was about to receive.

Roger leaned forward until his face was buried in Carmen’s crotch, falling purposefully on his front.

“Roger, you did that on purpose-“ Carmen’s complaint was cut off by a surprised moan as the elder man rubbed his mouth over the increasing hardness in his pants. Ripping the younger man’s pants down, Roger ran his hands over his chest, pushing up his shirt.

Carmen had become just as eager now, pushing his hips up towards that sweet wetness he’d grown to know so well.

The heat had grown so that Roger wanted no teasing at all. He pulled Carmen’s underwear down as quickly as he could and enveloped Carmen’s length in his mouth.

Carmen let the blind passion take him over and thrust his hips freely, not worrying about his lover’s mouth. Roger moved his mouth back and forth, but basically giving Carmen the freedom to fuck his mouth as hard as he wanted.

Carmen had been wound so tight by the lack of sex lately that he was about ready to have his release. Roger almost seemed to sense this and pulled back just as Carmen was reaching the end.

Carmen practically screamed his displeasure, but was quickly silenced by his lover’s own throbbing member. Roger straddled Carmen’s shoulders, shoving himself deep into Carmen’s mouth, so intent on getting his own pleasure that he hadn’t bothered to take his pants off completely; they’d just been unzipped.

Carmen grabbed Roger’s hips and established a rhythm that wouldn’t choke him because his head was on the floor such that he couldn’t move it.

Carmen, unlike his more experienced partner, couldn’t sense when he was going to come. Roger’s release came quickly, so much that Carmen almost choked on the fruits of Roger’s passion.

Roger’s legs buckled underneath him and he sat back on Carmen’s chest, panting to the beat of his heart.

Roger was content to lie down and go to sleep when a loud groan under him reminded him he wasn’t finished. He got up and shifted to lay beside Carmen, noticing his erection thick with need. He quickly grabbed it and pumped furiously, the lack of any lube creating a friction that drove Carmen crazy.

Carmen came quickly after, watching his lover have his release driving him to the edge. Roger kept his treatment to Carmen’s cock going after he’d spilled his seed, so that Carmen shuddered and groaned loudly.

Roger allowed his partner to lie and have his rest as he walked to the kitchen and retrieved a towel. After cleaning up Carmen’s stomach, he tossed the rag aside and lay next to him.

“I love you...” Carmen muttered, drifting into a half sleep.

“And I, you, mon cher.”