Piece Of Cake

Sweat still clung to their skin as Randy White slammed his locker shut, eyes locking onto Jason Andrews across the dim locker room. Jason, towel slung low on his hips, met that gaze with a smirk—raw hunger sparking between them. Randy closed the distance in three strides, his hand fisting Jason's damp hair, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Lips crashed, tongues battled, the taste of salt and exertion fueling the fire. Jason's towel hit the tile with a wet slap, his cock springing free, already thick and straining. Randy dropped to his knees, no hesitation, wrapping his mouth around that pulsing length, sucking hard, drawing a guttural groan from Jason's throat. Randy's fingers dug into Jason's thighs, urging him deeper, while Jason's hips bucked, fucking Randy's willing throat with urgent thrusts. They were animals now, all pretense shed like discarded gear. Jason hauled Randy up, spun him against the lockers, and yanked down his shorts. Randy's ass arched back, begging, and Jason spat into his palm, slicking himself before plunging in—deep, relentless. The slap of flesh echoed off the walls, mingled with their ragged moans, Randy's cock leaking pre-cum onto the cool metal. Jason gripped his hips like a vice, pounding harder, each stroke a claim, until Randy shattered, spilling hot across the locker in shuddering waves. Jason followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt, flooding Randy with a roar that bounced through the empty space.