Fugly by K Z Snow

crossed, David watched as Jake stripped down to his shirt and tie. Then David leaned forward, grasped the tie, and reeled Jake in for a kiss and a feel. Jake’s cock twitched as David petted it. Their mouths resumed playing together.
    “This is my favorite fantasy,” David said. “You giving in to me, your pants off and tie loosened”—he pulled the knot down to Jake’s sternum and kissed his throat—”and your shirt open.” He undid the row of buttons, top to bottom, then eased the sides apart and pushed the shirt back onto Jake’s shoulders to expose his chest.
    “Really?” Jake said, finding it hard to draw air.
    “Mm-hm.” David dipped down to glide his hands and mouth over Jake’s torso.
    “You have some pretty tame fantasies.”
    “I’m happy with them.”
    David had a real talent for oral stimulation, from ears to mouth, nipples to crotch.
    Knew when to go rough as hailstones, when to be gentle as a June shower. Moaning quietly, Jake cradled David’s head and rubbed his face and parted lips against the short, freshly washed hair, its color so rich and deep an auburn it would’ve been the perfect color for an expensive car.
    Then David moved his hands to Jake’s back, surveying its contours for a moment before letting his fingertips follow the gully of Jake’s spine. He grasped Jake’s ass cheeks as his fingers teased the fissure.
    His mouth again found Jake’s. “I beat off when I think about this, you with your goddamned Armani or Versace or whatever-the-fuck shirt—”
    “D and G.” Jake flicked his tongue against David’s.
    “Wide open and ready to fall off your shoulders, and your goddamned Gucci tie—”

    “Vintage Hugo Boss.”
    “Absorbing sweat from your chest.” David ground his hips against Jake’s.
    Yeah, Jake was sweating now, and David’s confession combined with that buck of hard cock made him whimper.
    David reached behind himself. “Change places with me,” he said in a guttural voice.
    “Lean over the desk.”
    “I’m not sure it’s high enough. We’ve never—”
    “Just do it, will you?”
    Jake did it. David lifted Jake’s shirttails to expose his ass.
    “Oh Christ, that’s a pretty sight,” he said, as if the sight pained him. He lovingly stroked the curves.
    Suddenly, a slap replaced the caress, its sting accompanied by a flat, smacking sound.
    “Ow!” Reflexively, Jake began to straighten and turn, but David flattened a hand on his back. That hadn’t been a flesh-on-flesh slap. Sonofabitch must’ve grabbed the ruler lying beside the cup full of blue and red pencils.
    “Don’t give me ‘ow’. That didn’t hurt…much. Bend over.”
    “David, what the—”
    The ruler snapped against his right cheek again, then the left.
    Jake’s hips jerked forward, butting his boner against the side of the desk. “Have you turned into Sister Mary Kink or something?”
    “I’ve been itching to smack you for two years, you supercilious prick. I figured I might as well get a thrill out of it.” Another smack. “Damn, you’ve got the palest, smoothest ass I’ve even seen on a man. It’s fun putting some color into it.”
    David fondled the globes for a moment, obviously enjoying their feel, then withdrew his hands. As much as Jake hated to admit it, the brief spanking—more so, knowing it must’ve turned on the spanker—sharpened his arousal. When David’s hands returned, Jake puckered at the sudden, cool slickness of lube borne on deft fingers. The stuff quickly warmed beneath David’s touch.
    A gentle swirl-and-poke was just fine. Not exactly novices at this, they could gauge each other’s desire-level well enough not to waste time on fussy preparation when it wasn’t necessary.
    Today, it definitely wasn’t necessary.
    “Turn around,” David said, his voice throatier, sexy as hell.
    “Just don’t whack my prick.” Jake turned. “Jesus, I didn’t realize you hated me so much.”
    “I don’t hate you, you bastard. I’m crazy about