Morning Heat: A Forbidden Feast

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Appetite

Angus woke to the quiet hum of an empty apartment, the kind of silence that begged to be filled with something primal. Gus, his roommate with the devil-may-care grin, was out—probably chasing some fleeting thrill. Angus didn’t care. The morning was his, and with it, a restless energy that pulsed below his waist. He stretched, feeling the sheets slide against his bare skin, having slept naked as he often did. Why bother with clothes when the world wasn’t watching?

He rolled out of bed, his body already half-hard from a dream he couldn’t quite recall, and smirked to himself. 'Fuck it,' he muttered, padding into the kitchen, not bothering to cover up. The cool tile under his feet only heightened the heat building in his core. Breakfast seemed like a good idea—eggs, maybe some bacon—but so did indulging the ache in his cock. Why not both? He grabbed a pan, cracked a couple of eggs, and let his free hand wander south, stroking himself lazily as the stove hissed to life.

He was mid-stroke, hips rocking slightly into his grip, when the front door slammed open. Gus stood there, all six feet of him, with that mop of curly blonde hair and a smirk that could start wars. 'Damn, man, hope you didn’t cum in my breakfast,' Gus drawled, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as they raked over Angus’s naked form.

Angus didn’t flinch, didn’t stop. He just raised an eyebrow, his hand still wrapped around his hard length. 'Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve seasoned it with,' he shot back, voice low and taunting. 'You gonna stand there gawking, or you joining the party?'

Gus laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, and without breaking eye contact, dropped his pants to his ankles. His shirt followed, hitting the floor with a soft thud, leaving him just as bare as Angus. 'Thought you’d never ask,' Gus said, stepping closer, his own cock already stirring as he gave it a slow, deliberate tug. 'Didn’t know you were this fuckin’ horny in the mornings.'

'Only when the view’s worth it,' Angus fired back, his gaze dropping to Gus’s hardening length. The air between them crackled, thick with something neither had named before. They were straight—or so they’d always claimed—but the heat in the room didn’t care about labels. Angus flipped the eggs with one hand, the other still working himself, while Gus leaned against the counter, matching his rhythm. 'You gonna just watch, pretty boy, or you got something to say?'

Gus grinned, his breath hitching as he stroked faster. 'I’m saying you look like you need more than a hand, man. Bet I could make you blow harder than that stove.'

Angus’s laugh was rough, edged with lust. 'Big talk for a guy who’s already panting over there. Come closer, let’s see if you can keep up.'

The eggs sizzled, forgotten, as Gus closed the distance, the space between them shrinking to nothing. Their eyes locked, daring, challenging, and then Gus’s hand brushed Angus’s thigh—just a graze, but enough to send a jolt straight to his core. 'Careful,' Angus warned, voice dripping with heat, 'you start this, I’m not stopping till we’re both sweating.'

'Good,' Gus growled, his lips curling into a smirk. 'I don’t do half-assed.'

The tension snapped like a taut wire, and before either could think better of it, their mouths crashed together—hard, hungry, tasting of salt and morning. Angus’s hand slid to Gus’s hip, pulling him in, their cocks brushing as they groaned into the kiss. The counter dug into Angus’s back, but he didn’t care. All he felt was the heat of Gus’s body, the wet slide of their tongues, and the promise of something messier, dirtier, waiting just beyond the kitchen.

'Shower,' Gus muttered against his lips, already tugging him toward the bathroom. 'Gonna fuck you till you’re dripping, man.'

Angus grinned, feral and ready. 'Bring it, blondie. I don’t break easy.'