Wheels Up

by Annabeth Albert

“You are too,” Dustin said without thinking.

  “Yeah? You want to see me? Want me to get my shirt off?”

  “Yes. Please. Yes.” He still didn’t open his eyes, waiting for permission.

  “Open your eyes,” Wes commanded.

  Dustin blinked hard against the lights. Wes had lowered the room lights at some point, but the soft light was still momentarily painful as his eyes adjusted. Then his gaze linked with Wes, and holy fuck, this was something new, having Wes’s face right there.

  He was still fully clothed, lounging on his bed like torturing Dustin was no more exerting than flipping channels. “Doing okay?” Wes’s expression was wary, eyes cautious.

  “Yeah.” Dustin forced himself to take some deep breaths. Fuck, he swore he could smell Wes—the same classic aftershave scent he’d picked up on earlier, different from his own citrus body products, and unmistakable proof that he wasn’t alone here, that another guy was in the room with him, that he really was doing this.

  “Okay if my shirt comes off?” Wes levered himself up.

  “Do it. Pants too.”

  Wes laughed and his drawl deepened. “Who’s in charge here, Corporal?”

  Dustin almost corrected him on the rank out of force of habit, choking on the words. He coughed to clear his throat. “You are.”

  “That’s right.” Wes shrugged out of his T-shirt, revealing a pale chest. Whereas Dustin was fuzzy, Wes was almost smooth, sculpted pecs and shoulders standing out like works of art, a little hair in the center of his chest, then more around his belly button heading south. He was thinner than Dustin, but wiry, all muscle as evidenced by his tight biceps and outlined ab muscles.

  He’d seen Wes’s chest before on camera, but the camera was fuzzy, missing key details like how Wes’s nipples were the exact color of Dustin’s favorite butterscotch toffee and how his collarbones looked made for biting. And the camera had never captured the force of Wes’s stare, the way he seemed to see past Dustin’s soul to his most secret of desires.

  “Think you could get your cock out for me?” Wes’s voice was as seductive as a kiss, and his eyes never left Dustin.

  Using his left hand, Dustin got an awkward grip on his cock, drew it out, waited for the next command.

  “You’re doing so good for me,” Wes praised. “Pinch a nipple for me, nice and hard, and I might let you touch your cock.”

  “Oh fuck.” Dustin absolutely loved when Wes played like this, and being able to look at his intense face while he made such dirty commands was the best head trip ever. Following orders, he used his left hand to pinch his right nipple, hard enough to make himself gasp.

  “Twist it. More.” Wes leaned forward, arms resting on his knees.

  “Hurts,” Dustin panted. He’d had worse pain, of course, but somehow deliberate pain like this was a far different beast than the ordinary wear and tear he took over the course of training or a mission.

  “That’s right. Doing good.” Wes’s blue eyes were almost black now. “You’ve earned a stroke, but slowly.”

  “Yes. Thank you.” Dustin’s eyes squished shut as his hand connected with his throbbing cock.

  “No, look at me,” Wes commanded, and Dustin’s eyes snapped back open.

  He stroked himself with a firm grip, but slowly like Wes wanted. He had to squeeze hard on the base because he was that close to the edge. “Oh God.” His voice broke.

  “Yeah? Tell me what you want.” Wes was breathing hard, the only sign that he wasn’t immune to Dustin’s show.

  “I’m close.” Dustin’s whole body trembled as he repeated the slow stroke upward on his cock.

  “No, you’re not.” Wes’s voice was stern, his eyes like granite chunks. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

  Usually this was where Dustin would start begging to come, admitting to progressively kinkier fantasies, but instead the truth tumbled out. “Touch me. Oh, God, touch me please.”

  Chapter Four

  Wes’s next breath clattered around his lungs like a pinball. Touch me. He’d been determined to keep this to their usual dynamic, keep himself in control, set the terms and pace of this encounter. Touching Dustin was crossing a line, for both of them.

  But God, he wanted to. Dustin’s face was flushed a dusky shade of pink, a color echoed on the nipple he’d abused for Wes, which poked out of whorls of springy chest hair. His aircraft-carrier pecs were covered in it, leading to bare abs before the fuzziness started back up again at his navel. His massive biceps strained, especially the arm he’d trapped beneath himself. Fuck, but he submitted beautifully.

  “Please,” Dustin begged. His left hand hadn’t moved from his dick, but he wasn’t stroking anymore, simply squeezing. Man, that was hot, knowing that Wes had him that worked up, just from his words.

  “Yeah? That what you want?” Wes didn’t make a move to get off the bed. Yet. “Sure you don’t want to get off quick? I come over there, I’m making you work for it.”

  “Yes. That.” Dustin’s eyes were glassy. “Love it when you make me work for it.”

  Wes stared him down, considering. He was more than a little tempted to go to his knees, give Dustin his begging-and-sucking fantasy, but he couldn’t give orders as well if his mouth was occupied, and it was the orders that got Dustin really turned on. And him.

  Slowly, he stood, giving Dustin ample time to change his mind, then crossed to the other bed.

  “Yessss.” Dustin hissed with pleasure, like Wes was already touching him, as soon as Wes sat next to him. Well, that answered any question as to whether Dustin was about to flip out, and Wes couldn’t help but smile.

  Stay in control, he reminded himself. To that end, he knelt behind Dustin, making it harder for Dustin to touch him back and making it so that Dustin wouldn’t be able to predict where his fingers were headed.

  “See, you’re thinking I’m going to be nice.” Wes rubbed Dustin’s broad shoulders. Kneading concrete would be easier, but he tried, using his thumbs to dig into the tight muscles.

  “Don’t want nice.” Dustin’s head fell back, leaning against Wes.

  “Good.” Wes trailed his fingers through Dustin’s chest hair before tweaking both nipples at the same time. Hard. He knew Dustin could take it—hell, they’d had a lot of fun one night, playing around with binder clips on cam.

  “Oh, God, yes. Please.” Dustin arched into the touch beautifully. “Like that.”

  “Yeah, you like the hurt, don’t you?” Wes soothed the burn with gentle caresses before pinching again.

  “Need it.” Dustin sagged against Wes, his head resting on Wes’s shoulder, face inches from his. It would be so damn easy to kiss him, but that would be dangerously close to losing control. Don’t do it. He forced himself to look away from Dustin’s lush mouth.

  Wes’s hands skated lower, brushing Dustin’s away from his cock without actually touching it. “That’s mine now. You understand?”

  “Yes.” Dustin’s moan was a thing of beauty.

  “How you feeling about marks?” He nipped at Dustin’s shoulder, more teeth than kiss, but not enough to leave an impression. He knew the idea of marks got Dustin off online, but reality was something different, and he was trying to follow Dustin’s cues for what the boundaries were.

  Dustin released a shuddery breath. “Want it. But nothing that a T-shirt won’t cover and no breaking the skin.”

  “No worries. Blood’s not my kink.” Wes rubbed those marble-slab shoulders again before stroking down his arms, drawing both Dustin’s arms behind his back, trapping them between their bodies. “And I’m not going to tie you up, but I want you to pretend, okay?”

  “Okay.” Dustin was surprisingly pliant in Wes’s embrace. “Red though? Right?”

  “Of course.” Wes nipped at his neck. They’d used the code word some
online like when he’d had Dustin play with the binder clips or some ice cubes. Nothing heavy, but he liked Dustin to know that he’d back off if this got unfun for him. He put his lips next to Dustin’s ear. “You’re going to come gangbusters if you keep being good for me. Think you can do that?”

  “Yes.” Dustin’s eyes fluttered shut.

  “Good.” Wes tweaked his nipples again, harder now, little tugs and a gentle twist. “How much do you want me to touch your cock?”

  “So much. Please.”

  “You gonna come if I do?”

  “No. Promise.” Dustin was all earnest submission. So damn beautiful to see.

  “You’re so fucking good. Turn me on so much.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.” Wes bumped his hips forward, letting Dustin’s arms and back feel his straining cock.

  “Oh fuck.” Dustin shuddered. Damn, it was heady, knowing that Dustin hadn’t ever done this with a guy before.

  “If you’re very, very good, I might let you have a feel,” he offered, rubbing his face against Dustin’s.

  “Yes.” Dustin surged backward, and only lightning-fast reflexes allowed Wes to keep them both upright. “I could...what we’ve talked about before.” His already flushed face went distinctly pinker.

  Wes chuckled. “Gonna have to get more specific. We’ve talked about lots.”

  Dustin’s voice dropped. “I don’t have to come. But I could...suck you.”

  Now there was a pretty, pretty thought, but Wes was pretty sure that his “stay in control” mantra would be in serious jeopardy if Dustin got his mouth anywhere close to Wes’s dick. Instead he reached down, loosely grabbed one of Dustin’s hands and pressed it against his denim-covered erection. “Feel that? That’s all for you. Think you can handle that?”

  Dustin nodded frantically. God, he was so fucking perfect. Releasing Dustin’s hand, he stroked his hands down his torso, pulling Dustin flush against him again.

  “Hmm.” Wes forced himself to sound thoughtful, not desperate. “If you’re good. We’ll see. Gonna have to earn it.”

  “How?” Dustin arched his body up into Wes’s questing hands. “Anything.”

  “Oh, you’re going to be sorry you said that.” Wes laughed wickedly before pinching Dustin’s nipples again. Dustin stretched, exposing his neck and shoulders, and Wes couldn’t resist biting and sucking on his shoulder.

  “Oh fuck yes.” Dustin’s eyes drifted shut and this time Wes let him.

  “I’m going to touch your cock now,” Wes warned, keeping one hand torturing Dustin’s nipple while the other stroked down his stomach. “And you’re not going to come, not until I say.”

  “I won’t.” Sounding like Wes had made him pound back shots, Dustin’s voice was all slurred now.

  Dustin’s cock strained toward Wes’s hand. Like the rest of him, it was oversize—thick and meaty with a plump head that was leaking fluid before Wes ever touched him. Running a single finger down its length, Wes reveled in Dustin’s shudder.

  “More,” Dustin begged.

  Wes wasn’t inclined to give in, teasing him with little touches and flicks until Dustin was writhing in his embrace, trying to chase more contact. Finally, he fisted the thick cock, tighter than he would himself, and firmly stroked upward. “No coming,” he reminded Dustin.

  “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good,” Dustin moaned before glancing down at his chest. “Hurts too. Hurts so good.”

  “Yeah, I know what you need.” Wes stroked him, nice and easy. He’d figured out Dustin by now—one of his kinks was telling Wes how badly it hurt while begging for more. And Dustin had a particular love of intense nipple play, so Wes exploited all that knowledge, twisting and tugging while jacking him off.

  “Shit. Gonna...”

  “No, you’re not. Not until I say.” Wes slowed his hand down.

  “Need...” Dustin moaned, long and low.

  “What do you need?”

  “You.” Dustin’s breath came out in a rush.

  “Good answer.” Wes chuckled.

  “Bite me again? Please.” Dustin’s hips bucked upward to meet Wes’s hand.

  “Oh I will. But you gonna shoot if I do it?” He ghosted his mouth along Dustin’s shoulder.

  “No...” Dustin didn’t sound any too sure.

  “You’re not going to come. You’re going to wait,” Wes said firmly, right before he bit Dustin again, sucking up a dark pink love bite that made his own cock throb.

  “Please. Please, Wes. Let me come.”

  Wes hissed in a breath. It was the first time since their initial greeting that Dustin had said his name, and damn he loved it, loved Dustin begging him in that needy voice, loved that Dustin knew exactly who was doing this to him. “Soon,” he promised. “You’re being so good for me.”

  “I need it, need so bad.” Dustin’s cock pulsed in Wes’s hand.

  “Yeah, you do. Look at you so ready for me. So hot. Letting me do whatever I want.”

  “Yes. Anything you want.” Dustin’s whole body tensed, and for a second Wes thought he might actually shoot, but he just panted and moaned. “Do it. God, Wes. Anything.”

  Anything was damn tempting, but Wes was right on the edge himself, needing to see this through. He didn’t trust himself not to lose control with anything other than stroking Dustin off. Holding Dustin tighter against him, he started jacking him with purpose. “Not until I say.”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Dustin chanted. “Need it so bad.”

  “I’m fixing to bite you again. Right here.” He rubbed his mouth across Dustin’s collarbone, below where his shirt would lie. “And you’re going to come when I do. This is your only chance. You come right then.”

  “Oh fuck.” Dustin nodded frantically. “Do it.”

  Stroking him hard and fast, Wes sucked on the tender skin, biting just enough for Dustin to feel it. Dustin gave a mighty groan, whole body surging upward, and the first shot hit Wes’s chin. He stroked him through it, releasing his skin to murmur praise in his ear. “So good, you did so good for me, Dustin.”

  “Fuck. Fuck.” Dustin sagged against him. “I’m dead.”

  “Not hardly.” Carefully, Wes moved, lowering him to the bed. Dustin turned his head toward Wes as he unzipped his fly. He couldn’t wait another second to touch himself. It wasn’t going to take much, a stroke or two maybe before he’d shoot all over Dustin’s messy torso.

  “Wait. Lemme.” Dustin licked his lips and reached for Wes. “I wanna touch it.”

  “I’m close,” Wes admitted. “You were so fucking sexy. You do that to me.”

  “Yes.” Propped up on one arm, Dustin got a big hand on Wes’s aching dick. “Oh fuck, you feel good.”

  “Yeah? You like touching my cock?” Wes preened. “Want me to come on you?”

  “Oh fuck yes. Do it.” Dustin’s hand sped up, grip as perfect as if they’d done this a hundred times. He had the sort of working man’s calluses on his hand that drove Wes out of his mind right along with Dustin’s words. “Want you to come too. Fuck, you made me feel so good. Like flying. Never felt that way before.”

  “Faster,” Wes ordered. “That’s it. I’m gonna shoot on you.”

  “Do it.” Dustin arched closer to him, body straining like he was the one about to come.

  Fuck. Wes couldn’t have held his orgasm back if a firing squad had been in front of him. Holding back was Dustin’s forte, not his. No way could he resist coming after witnessing the spectacle of Dustin’s submission. “Here it comes.”

  Eyes squishing shut, he let it wash over him, wave after wavy of heady pleasure, tinged with the power he’d had over Dustin, the best climax he could remember.

  “Oh fuck, you came buckets.” Dustin laughed, but didn’t sound put out.

  “Her
e.” Still shaking, Wes reached down, snagged his T-shirt from the floor, and then used it to mop up Dustin’s stomach.

  “Tired.” Dustin stretched out. “If we were on a call, I’d be forgetting to hang up again.”

  “Rest.” Unable to resist, Wes dropped a kiss on his shoulder. He moved to get off the bed, but Dustin grabbed his wrist.

  “You stay too. Just...lie next to me? Just for a little while?”

  “Sure.” Wes stretched out behind him, running his hands lightly over Dustin’s arms and sides. He didn’t have a ton of experience with aftercare, nor could he pretend to know what was going on in Dustin’s head, but he was determined to give him what he needed right now. Sometimes after an intense session online, Dustin hung up fast to sleep, but more frequently, he seemed to need to talk himself down from the high, and Wes was happy to give him that.

  “Is it always like that?” Dustin whispered. “That intense?”

  Just with you. “No,” Wes admitted. “Not always. That was—” special “—different. You were amazing.”

  “Thank you.” Reaching over, Dustin pulled Wes’s arm tighter around him. “I’m glad it was you.”

  Before Wes could ask him what precisely he meant by that, Dustin yawned and his eyes drifted shut. “Me too,” Wes whispered. “I’m glad it was me too.”

  What the fuck am I going to do with you now? The question kept him up long after Dustin’s breathing had softened, little huffs that said he was deep asleep. Wes wasn’t sure he could go back to being chat jerk-off buddies after this. Dustin made him want things, things he’d almost given up on, things he had no room for. Over the course of their online friendship, he’d come to acknowledge how much he enjoyed being a dominant, but more than that was also how much he enjoyed Dustin and the way he submitted, the way it wasn’t the entirety of their friendship, but just one part of a multi-layered whole. Once wasn’t nearly enough, but it was all they’d ever have. Not quite asleep, he let himself drift on that knowledge for a long time.

  And as if needing to punctuate that realization, his phone went off in the middle of the night, clattering from where he’d left it on the nightstand after shedding his jeans earlier, returning in his boxers to lie next to Dustin, who’d stayed dead to the world. Even now, Wes’s phone vibrating up a storm, Dustin remained asleep.