Lust Potion

"Fuck."

Jacob, in mid-drink, stopped and glared at Mark. Mark, fully nude, steam from the shower wafting off his gym-hardened body, stopped drying his hair with his towel to look at Jacob, confused.

"What?"

"You just ruined Valentine's Day."

Mark grinned. Perfect white teeth. Jet black hair. Blue eyes that dazzled. When he grinned, things seemed better in the world. "Looking like I do, I think I'm going to make someone's Valentine's Day."

Jacob wiped his lips and put down the small bottle of liquid. He grimaced when he noticed every drop from the bottle was gone. "Yeah, you are. Not the way you want, of course."

Mark shook his head and walked across the living room floor. His cock, dangerous even when flaccid, swung as he walked. "Don't tell me you're still pining for Larissa."

Jacob felt his cheek. It felt warm. He felt warm. His insides melted against the strange liquid.

Jacob giggled.

"Oh, you are. Dude, I told you. Get over her. She doesn't want you. It's 2021, and a woman is allowed--"

"That's not--," Jacob shook his head and covered another giggle. He did feel good. "How are you feeling, Mark?"

"Fine, why?"

Jacob looked over at Mark. His tight ass clenched. A few muscles spasms. Jacob wondered if it worked on Mark as it worked on Jacob.

Or if it worked.

"Well, remember that place I get my CBD oil from?"

"Yeah, the weird place down the street with all the spooky books and shit."

"The woman who runs it was running a discount on love potions today."

Mark turned with an amused look on his face. He spied the small bottle. "And you bought one."

Jacob nodded. Seeing Mark like this did something new to Jacob's bisexual soul. He felt his heart quicken. His blood pumped faster.

He saw a hint of surprise in Mark's eyes. Something happened behind those eyes. Jacob smiled.

"Dude, you got conned."

"Maybe. She's a sweet woman and gets me the best stuff, I always feel like I should be helping her. It didn't cost much."

"Dude, we roomed together so we could save money while we're at university. Not so help whack-jobs."

"She's not a whack-job."

"And that's why you bought a love potion."

Mark's cock twitched. Jacob caught it. Mark put his towel around his waist. Jacob saw Mark's cheeks growing a nice shade of pink.

"Warm?"

"Hot shower. Anyway, what does this all have to do with me ruining Valentine's Day."

Jacob looked at the bottle. He picked it up and held it in his hands, remembering the nice old lady explaining its properties. "She doesn't dabble in forced love spells, you have to understand."

"Well, in this time and age of consent, I'd certainly fucking hope not."

"It's like a...test drive. You drink it, think of someone you like. Then, when you are near them, you and them become...charged. For a day. But only if both parties have at least sexual feelings for one another. Otherwise, nothing happens. If it does, and it will wear off in a day, well at least you have a foot in the door. No more hiding your feelings."

"Okay. So, who did you think of? Please, don't tell me it was Larissa."

Jacob shook his head. "No, I was going to think of that cute brunette in my psychology class. She's going to the same party we are tonight, so I hoped something would happen."

"Yeah, what did you mean by 'charged'?"

"Sexually charged."

"Horny."

"Yes. She also said--" Jacob said, running a finger across the label on the bottle.

"Dude, you are acting sketchy as fuck," Mark said, taking big gulps of air. Jacob felt Mark's eyes on his body. He also heard Mark's breathing become heavier. Jacob felt an overwhelming need to look at Mark's towel. See if he was aroused.

Jacob felt the first hot flash of sex and need.

"What. What else did she say."

"In some cases, it may create a bit of a power dynamic. For the day, is all," Jacob said, feeling a familiar swelling between his legs. And a thumping, deep need to suddenly be on top of things.

"I feel bad for the poor woman already," Mark said, attempting to joke. The softness in his voice betrayed the humor he tried to bring. "You were never good at taking control."

"Look, the point of all this is--"

"You thought of the brunette. Great, let's get ready and get to that party already. I am feeling energetic," Mark said, walking toward his bedroom. He awkwardly clutched his towel, letting Jacob see an unmistakable erection underneath that towel. Mark also sounded a few minutes away from panting.

Jacob did not feel far from that, either.

"Thing is," Jacob said, raising his voice, feeling the words thick in his throat, "You have to think of that person in a very sexualized manner for it to work."

"So, you thought of her getting fucked," Mark said, keeping his back to Jacob. Jacob noticed the emphasis Mark put on the word "fuck".

"Right. But, then you walked in."

"And?"

"You startled me."

"So?"

"So, you walked in naked. And it--my thoughts--" Jacob felt his heart hammering in his head. He felt tingles of energy on his fingers. His thoughts started to drift toward grabbing a fistful of his roommate's hair and bending him over. "You startled me."

"You said that."

"I thought of you."

Mark turned, his towel falling enough to show off his massive cock filled with blood and need. Mark stared at Jacob. "You thought of me?"

"Yeah, for a fleeting second. You replaced--"

"You were fucking me?!"

Jacob took a deep breath, feeling a primal reaction to that sentence. He clenched his jaw and stared at Mark. Mark's eyes went wide.

"What--? No, no. You--look, this is all fake--"

"Then why is your cock so fucking hard."

Jacob barely believed those words, with that intensity, came from him. And yet, Mark's eyes went wide. Mark covered himself, having to look away from Jacob as he did so.

"It's not."

"I see it. I see it twitching. You feel it too, don't you? That thick, syrup-like warmth in you? Burning and building?"

"No," Mark said, still keeping his eyes on the floor.

Jacob felt power running through his body. He knew. He knew Mark knew.

Jacob grinned. "Have you started to think about me?"

"No! Fuck no! I'm not like you!"

"Greg doesn't seem to think so."

"That was one night, we were drunk--"

"And you let yourself loose. Don't deny it. It felt good. To have another man fondling your balls. To have a man's mouth around your cock."

"S-stop," Mark whispered. His hands covered his cock, a feeble attempt at covering his arousal.

"No. I feel it. Thumping deep inside of me. You know I've always found you cute. It was a mistake. I really did want that brunette. I wanted to grab her by the hair and throw her head down into the bed and fuck her from behind until her legs gave out," Jacob said, stepping toward Mark.

Mark shook. His body turned red, his breathing out of control. Jacob could feel the sexual desire in the air.

"But, I thought of you. And now, I want to do the same to you."

"It's all in your head!" Mark cried out, turning and running to his room. "That woman is a quack!"

He slammed the door. Jacob walked up to it, ready to smash it down and take Mark on his bed. Jacob put a hand on the door and rested, collecting himself with deep breaths.

"You know it's working. You can feel it too, Mark. It's okay. Just come out. Let's have this night. We'll deal with everything else tomorrow."

"No! There's nothing! Nothing to this!"

"You sound two minutes from busting a nut over your hand thinking of me," Jacob said.

"Jesus, Jacob!"

Jacob too felt disoriented at his speech. Yet, the need to have Mark consumed him.

"Are you fucking yourself?" Jacob asked, his own hand slipping under his pants.

"N-no," Mark said. The happy sigh and familiar sound of hand on shaft made Jacob smile.

"Oh, yes you are. You fucking little slut. You won't give in to what you want, but you'll jerk off and make me go crazy with lust out here, hmm?"

"You--you're crazy with lust?"

Jacob leaned into the door. "I can't stop thinking of what you'll look like when your cock spurts out all that cum."

Jacob heard a squeak followed by heavier breathing.

"Come on, Mark. I'm sorry it happened, but it did what it was supposed to. I'll admit, I've masturbated to the thought of slipping under your covers and making out until our cocks were hard. And, since you're fucking that thick, hard cock of yours right now, you feel the same way about me."

"I don't want to date you!"

"I didn't say we were going to be a couple. But, we both need to fuck. So, open the door."

"No. I--I can't."

Jacob pressed both hands on the door. "All right, you want to play rough? You jerk that cock all you want. But, don't you dare fucking cum. You don't cum until I tell you. You need permission to cum, and I'm not giving it. Not until you get that cute ass out here and let me bury my cock inside of it."

Jacob pushed himself off the door, hot with need and embarrassment at the way he talked to his friend and roommate.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Mark yelled through the door.

Both men knew that was a lie.

Jacob ripped his clothing off until he stood stark naked. He moved a chair and pointed it toward Mark's door. Jacob sat down on the chair, his cock stiff and throbbing, and waited.

The first time he heard a cry of anguish, Jacob felt a whole new sense of joy and desire flood his body.

Mark obeyed.

"Finding it hard to think? To disobey?"

"Shut up! I'm not coming out there!"

"Then, you're not cumming. And, I think you're going to crumble before I need to break that door down. It's only a matter of time. You're on the edge now. Pre-cum dripping off that delicious cock of yours. Your mind burning with thoughts of sucking my cock, having it inside of your--"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"I want you too, you know. My god, your body. And the way you smile. I can only imagine when you cum you look so beautiful. I want to see that. I want to feel your sweaty, warm body against mine. I want to pump your cock until you explode. I want to wrap my arms around you and hold you as you fucking cum for me. So, don't think this is just me teasing you. This is me, frustrated because I want you so bad."

Silence followed Jacob's confession. Jacob's ears perked up as the door handle jiggled and turned.

Mark poked his head out of the door. His face was covered in sweat. His eyes went wide at the sight of Jacob.

"You--you mean that?"

Jacob ran a hand down his body. He gripped his hard shaft and gave it a few tugs, moaning at the relief it brought. "You tell me."

Mark walked out of the door. His massive cock hung there, throbbing at the sight of Jacob.

"We can't tell anyone about this."

"I don't care about anyone else. Just you."

Mark gulped. "I've never been with a man besides Greg--and, uh, I don't--"

Jacob motioned with a finger. "Crawl your ass over here and get that mouth on my cock. I think you'll find it easy to catch on."

Mark's eyes glued themselves to Jacob's cock. He licked his lips. "Yes, sir," he whispered and got on his hands and knees.

Jacob nearly came at the sight of the muscular, naked, Mark crawling toward him with lust-filled eyes. Mark stopped inches from Jacob's cock. His breath ran down Jacob's shaft. Jacob tried to hold in his excitement and arousal by biting down hard on his bottom lip.

Moments before Jacob forced Mark's head over his cock, Mark licked Jacob's shaft. Stared him in the eye as he rolled his tongue around Jacob's shaft. Jacob clenched his torso as Mark took the head of Jacob's cock into his mouth.

Mark took as much as he could. A few inches inside of Mark's mouth. Wet, warm. With a tongue running and rubbing him as he bobbed up and down on Jacob's cock. A few more bobs and Mark took more. And more of Jacob's cock.

All of this brought Jacob incredible pleasure. But, hearing Mark moan in sexual lust made Jacob moan out loud. Mark lost himself in pleasuring the cock in his mouth. Every lick, twist of his mouth, deep-throat, Mark got better. Learned the subtle techniques that drove Jacob insane. He could feel his cum building in his balls. He felt paralyzed with pleasure, tossing and moaning as Mark continued to suck on his cock like a lost lover.

Their eyes met. Jacob remembered his promise to ass-fuck Mark until his cum dripped out of his ass.

Mark removed his mouth. "I don't want to be fucked right now," he whispered, with fear in his voice of disappointing Jacob.

"It's okay."

"I want you to cum in my mouth," Mark said, his cheeks burning a deep red.

Obviously a hidden fantasy.

"Then, what are you waiting for?" Jacob whispered.

Mark smiled and went back to work on Jacob's cock. Jacob felt Mark's fingers on his balls, fondling and teasing them.

Jacob knew he would not last another minute. Then, Mark's tongue rubbed Jacob's frenulum in a certain way.

And Jacob exploded. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he convulsed. He felt his hot, thick stream of cum shoot out of his cock. The small moan of pleasure in Mark's throat as he gulped it all down. Mark did not stop, coaxing every drop of Jacob down his throat. Jacob felt dizzy, used, and on cloud nine. He waited until his limp dick, covered in cum and salvia, dropped out of Mark's mouth. Jacob patted Mark on the head.

"Good boy," Jacob said. He waited another minute to catch his breath. Feeling under control, with the warmth of the love potion still settled in his blood, he patted his lap.

"Sit."

Confused, Mark sat on Jacob's lap. Jacob wrapped an arm around Mark and held him as he used his other hand to start to jerk Mark's massive cock.

Jacob leaned into Mark's ear.

"You know, the first time I saw this cock, was the first time I fantasized about you. I wanted to see that fucking thing hard. Throbbing. Just like it is now. Your balls filled with cum, just waiting to fucking come out of that cock."

Mark moaned and thrashed about. Jacob held him in place and increased his pace.

"You're going to cum, but only when I tell you, good boy. Only when I tell you. Isn't that fucking hot? Being told when you can cum? Having to keep it inside when all you can think of is cumming. How good it would be to let loose. To let it all go. To cum. You want to cum, don't you?"

"Yes," Mark whispered.

"I didn't hear you," Jacob said.

"Yes! Yes sir! God, I want to fucking cum!"

"What are you thinking of?" Jacob said.

"H-huh?"

Jacob stopped and gave Mark's hard cock a light slap. "I said, what are you thinking of?"

"Please, please, touch me," Mark begged.

"Tell me what you were thinking of."

Mark gulped and stared at Jacob. Jacob found himself dazzled by the youthful, brilliant look of Mark.

"You. Grabbing me by the hair. Pushing me over and f-fucking my ass."

Jacob grabbed Mark's cock and continued his furious pace. He cradled the back of Mark's head with his other hand so they stared at one another.

"Cum for me, Mark. Cum for me. Look at me, and cum."

Mark's expression crumbled as he gave in. The most beautiful moan escaped his lips as his eyes closed and he smiled. He looked so soft and desirable as his cock shot out cum across the room, hitting the carpet many feet away. Jacob continued to massage all the cum out of Marks' cock, letting it slide down his shaft and cover Jacob's hand. Jacob took a handful of the thick, white cum and tasted it. He groaned in pleasure.

Mark watched with fascination. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and kissed Jacob hard on his lips. Mark's cum still on Jacob's lips, they shared a hard, passionate kiss as they recovered from their intense sexual encounter.

Jacob continued to cradle Mark in his arms as they smiled sloppily at one another.

"I still feel it," Mark said.

Jacob nodded. "Yeah, I don't think we're done tonight."

Mark chuckled. "Then, may I suggest we grab some water and re-hydrate? The only thing that can ruin Valentine's Day now is a cramp."

Jacob caressed Mark's face. "You didn't ruin Valentine's Day, you know."

"Thanks. And yeah, I've had confusing thoughts about you for a while."

"See, it pays to support that lady."

Mark got to his feet. "Fuck, next time she's having a sale on love potions I'm going to buy five."

Jacob watched Mark walk away from him, knowing full well he was going to take his roommate multiple times tonight.

"No, he didn't ruin Valentine's Day at all," Jacob whispered to himself.