Fine as Frog Hair

by Sean Michael

  “Oh man ... Trey...” He whimpered and started thrusting, pushing their pricks together over and over again. He was close. Man, they'd just come and already again he was so close.

  “Yeah. God, you look so good, Russ. Make me need...” Trey brought their lips together, whimpering into his mouth, one hand sliding around to his ass. He cried out, lightning and pleasure flying from ass to mouth to cock and he came without even a hand to his cock. Trey groaned deep, the kiss getting deeper, stealing his breath clean away as the aftershocks of his orgasm shook him.

  He wrapped his hands around Trey's butt and just held on, making little happy noises into Trey's mouth. Man, he could do this for the rest of his life. Trey started sucking on his tongue, hips moving faster in his hands. It occurred to him he should be doing more than just being putty in Trey's hands, so he brought one of his own hands around to get hold of Trey's prick. Oh man, it was so warm and felt so good and Trey just kind of jerked like it felt really good from Trey's end, too.

  “Oh ... Russ. That's ... Oh...” Yeah, that sounded like it definitely felt good from Trey's end. He squeezed and started to stroke the hot heat in his hand. A low, long moan sounded—a noise that he'd heard sometimes from Trey's room, late at night—a deep, needy sound that ... That was his name. Oh. He whimpered and kissed Trey hard, thumb sliding across the tip of Trey's cock, fingers squeezing the head tight on the upstroke. Heat splashed against his fingers, Trey's eyes flying open and letting him see the pleasure and want there.

  “Oh, Trey...” He made a soft noise, hand still working, making Trey shake.

  “I ... Russ. I...” Trey took his lips in a deep kiss, those dark eyes staring right into him. He kissed back with everything he had. Trey held him close, moaning low into his lips.

  “Bed, Trey, please. Before I fall down.”

  “Yeah. Come on. We'll open the rest tomorrow.” Trey got them moving, got them down the hall and naked and in that soft, warm bed, all tangled together.

  “Oh man, Trey, I could get used to this. I could so get used to this.” The words tumbled from him, soft whispers.

  “Yeah. I ... Yeah. I could live with that.” The words were mumbled against his temple. He held onto Trey tight. Trey curled around him, pulled the blankets over them both. “You fit. You fit so good.”

  He nodded and settled. Trey was right. He did.

  Chapter 9

  Trey stirred the black-eyed peas and threw the cornbread in the oven. New Years eve. Oh, yeah. Happy New Year. The last week had zoomed by, quick and sharp and full of laughter and loving. They'd ridden their bikes all over the pasture, they'd gone into town and shopped and gotten blood drawn, they'd taken a lot of long showers and one memorable bubble bath. The doctor's office had called Russ yesterday with the all-clear. His call hadn't come until about 20 minutes ago, right before the office closed. Trey couldn't decide whether to tell Russ as soon as the evening's feeding was done or wait for after supper.

  The door banged open and shut, Russ singing softly and it took only a moment for him to realize it was an Alan Jackson tune. He'd make a cowboy out of that Yankee yet. He looked over, then moved over to take a kiss, tasting that sweet mouth. Russ’ song faded into a happy “mmmm” and cold hands slid around his back as Russ returned the kiss.

  “Hey Yankee.” One kiss became two and then three and God, this felt good. “Doctor called me.”

  “Yeah?” The casual tone was belied by the eager look in Russ’ eyes.

  “Yeah. We're all in the clear.” He licked the corner of Russ’ mouth, a little hot ball of want in his belly.

  “Oh. Oh, cool.” And then just like that Russ was dropping to his knees, fingers on his belt buckle.

  “Russ!” his hands grasped air for a second before finding the edge of the cabinet. “Oh, Christ, do you know how sexy you are?”

  “I just know I want a proper taste of you.” Russ looked up at him, eyes dark and glittering, tongue coming out to lick at red lips as Russ got his belt undone, his zipper pulled down. His cock was hard enough to pound nails, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, so dark as Russ pulled his briefs down. Russ moaned softly and licked at the tip, tongue swirling around it.

  “Oh, God. Russ ... So hot.” He raised up on his toes, shaking a little with pleasure. So good.

  “You are. Like a fire, Trey.” Slowly, oh so slowly, Russ’ mouth closed around his prick. His cry rang through the kitchen, the sensation almost enough to bring him to his knees. Russ hummed and pulled more of his cock in, lips tight and hot around him.

  Oh, God. He was never going to be able to hold it back. He was going to come so hard. He was babbling—inside and out, heat just going on and on. That was when Russ’ head started bobbing. Up and down, lips sliding along his prick. His hips started rocking, head falling back with a low cry. Russ’ hands slid around to his ass, encouraging his movements.

  “Going to ... Can't ... Oh, love. I can feel you!” He pushed harder, faster, balls drawing up tight as stones. Russ’ hands tightened on his ass, pulled him in as that mouth sucked his orgasm right out of him. He was damn near melted by the end, limp as a wet noodle, knees wobbly as a day-old foal.

  Russ cleaned him carefully, completely, licking and loving on him. “Oh Trey, you taste good.”

  Whimpering, he drew shaking fingers through Russ’ hair. “I ... Oh, wow.”

  Russ smiled up at him, looking kind of drunk. “Yeah. Been wanting to do that since ... well for awhile.”

  “Yeah? I ... So good.. You melted me.” He reached down, cupping Russ’ jaw, drawing him up into a kiss. Russ pressed against him, arms wrapped around him. He could taste himself on Russ’ lips, moaned into the kiss. God, that was hot and salty and sweet and ... Yeah.

  “Oh Trey. I want you inside me.” Oh. Oh, shit. His whole world just went white noise and need, all the blood in his body flooding south. Russ’ hands slid over his back restlessly, body pushing close.

  “I ... in the bed. I want it to be good. The corn bread's almost done too.” He reached down and cupped Russ’ ass, moaning at the feel.

  “The corn bread can wait. I don't think I can.”

  Trey nodded, he'd set the timer. “Bed. Please. So we can do it right.”

  Russ nodded and took his hand. Without another word they were headed for the bedroom. They didn't tease, just both stripped down and got on the bed, pushed into each others’ arms. “Have you ... I mean, is it your first time?”

  “Yeah. I've never ... either doing or being done.”

  He nodded, just more than a little shaky. “I've done once. The guy liked it, but ... you'll tell me, if you want me to stop?”

  “I will. But I won't want you to stop.” Russ’ hands slid along his arms, over his chest. “I want this. I want you.”

  “I want you, too.” Trey leaned in for a long, sweet kiss, letting the kisses ease his nerves. “I guess you should get up on your hands and knees, yeah?”

  Russ shook his head, hand sliding along his cheek. “I want to see you.”

  “You sure?” He took another kiss and another, hand sliding down to cup those soft, warm balls.

  Moaning, Russ nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. Want to see your eyes.”

  Oh, God. God. Trey could fall in love, maybe already had. He found the lube and slicked up his fingers, slowly slid them over Russ’ cock and balls, just touching, loving as they kissed. Russ slowly laid back, legs spreading for him without hesitation. He settled against Russ’ side, cuddling, fingers moving slow and sure towards the little hole waiting for this touch. Russ’ hands slid over his skin, drawing random patterns. Small gasps and soft moans filled the air. Trey was so careful, spreading the lube around, pressing against the ring of muscles before getting his finger slick again. He wouldn't hurt Russ, not for the world. Shivers rocked Russ every time he pressed against the small hole, the hands on him sliding around his arms, holding on.

  “Does it feel good? It's okay?” He asked the question, one finger sliding inside the tightest, softe
st heat he'd ever felt.

  His answer was a gasp, Russ’ eyes going wide. The fingers around his arms tightened, his own finger squeezed tight by Russ’ body as well. Then all of a sudden Russ relaxed with a rush of air. “Oh man. Trey. Oh.”

  “You okay? Does it hurt?” He moved his finger just little, stroking as carefully as he could.

  Another shiver went through Russ, along with a whimper. “Not hurt.”

  He moved again, in and out, deeper each time. “You're so hot, Russ. Inside.”

  “I feel like I'm burning up—like there's not going to be anything left of me but ashes when you're done.” Russ’ hips started moving with his finger, encouraging him to go harder, faster.

  “I'll hold you, Russ. Won't let you burn up.” The promise sounded stupid, but he meant it, slowly sliding a second finger in beside the first.

  “Okay.” Russ hissed, legs moving restlessly before Russ settled, legs spread even wider. He slicked his fingers up some more, before pressing them in again, so careful, so slow. “Oh, Trey ... I can feel you inside me.” Russ’ eyes were bright, intent on his face.

  “Yeah? It's good? It feels good?” He bent to lick at Russ’ nipple, tease the hard little nub of flesh.

  Russ jerked, a shudder rocking his body. “Oh god, yes!”

  Oh. Oh, yeah. Trey started sucking harder, pulling at that little nipple, moving a little faster, a little deeper. Russ writhed and whimpered and danced beneath him. Warm hands slid over his back and arms in restless, random patterns. He searched carefully for Russ’ gland on each inward stroke, fingers curling. He knew the moment he found it, Russ just going wild, calling out and shivering from head to toe. “Trey! Oh, Trey...”

  “Yeah. It's good. So good.” He took a long kiss, pegging the bundles of nerves again and again. Russ’ hands found his shoulders, holding on tight as Russ rocked up into each push of his fingers. Soft, desperate sounds filled his mouth, Russ’ eyes dazed with pleasure. “Oh. Oh, God. Russ. Are you? Can I? Now?” He was so hard he ached, cock just throbbing.

  “Yes. Please. Or...” Russ whimpered and bucked. “Gonna make me come, Trey.”

  “Wait. Want you to come when I'm inside you. Want to feel it. Please.” He pulled his fingers away and got his prick good and slick.

  Russ nodded, head moving from side to side on the pillow, body just sliding. “Hurry. Need more.”

  “Shh ... Be still. I don't want to hurt you.” He moved between Russ’ legs, head of his cock slowly pressing against that tight hole. Russ moaned, the sound low and deep, like it came from somewhere far inside. “I...” He swallowed hard, slowly pushing in. So tight. Oh. Oh, God. So tight.

  The moan just went on and on and then he was all the way in and Russ gasped softly. “Trey...”

  “Oh. Russ. Russ. Damn.” He leaned down and took a kiss, shaking as he fought to stay still.

  Russ whimpered. “Oh Man. Oh Trey. Please. Do something.”

  “Yeah. Gonna love you.” He pulled out a little, groaning against Russ’ lips, then pushing deep.

  Russ called out, blue eyes going so wide. “Trey!”

  He purred and nodded, moving again, thrusting with slow, steady motions. Russ started to meet each thrust with little movements of his hips, moaning and shivering and just watching him.

  “Oh, God. Russ. Sweet.” They started moving together, finding a sure, steady rhythm, heat just getting sharper, stronger. Russ wrapped a hand around his own prick and started tugging, noises getting louder, needier. He watched, eyes hot, feeling the way Russ rippled around him with each stroke.

  “Gonna ... oh Trey!” Russ wailed and came, spunk flying onto Russ’ belly and chest as Russ’ body got impossibly tight around him. His orgasm shook him, seed pushing right out of him, hips still moving, pushing deep and deeper as he shuddered. Russ rocked with aftershocks, body milking him for everything he had.

  “Oh, God. Russ. Love.” He whimpered, leaning down to hold Russ, cradle them together. Russ just clung to him, gasping for breath, little shivers going through Russ every now and then. His cock slid out and they both groaned, shaking together and they shared a quiet grin.

  Russ’ fingers slid along his cheek. “That was ... thanks, Trey.”

  “Oh, thank you. You felt ... I've never anything so good. Never.” He kissed Russ’ fingers.

  “Yeah, me neither.” Russ gave a happy little sigh and settled close. He was given a wink. “We got time for a nap, boss?”

  “We do. Then we'll have cornbread and beans and celebrate the New Year.” Trey pulled Russ in close, nuzzling as he tugged the covers over them.

  “I can't think of any way I'd rather start a new year.”

  “No. Me either.” He took a slow, lazy kiss, humming at the taste of Russ’ mouth. Him either.

  * * * *

  This was the way to start the New Year, no question about it. The taste of cornbread and black-eyed peas and cheap champagne and Trey in his mouth. Clothing optional. The Christmas lights twinkling, Dick Clark's Rockin’ Eve rockin’ away in the background. And skin. Lots and lots of skin. Trey's skin. Soft and warm and close. Close enough to rub against and touch and lick and oh ... oh, Russ could get used to this just like that.

  He moaned softly around Trey's nipple, fingers playing with the other one.

  “Oh, Russ ... Making me need.” Trey shivered, hands dancing over his body.

  “Yeah?” He looked up with a smile that had to stretch from one ear to the other, it felt so big, so good. “I'm just getting started.”

  Trey chuckled, stroking his hair. “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”

  He grinned and turned to kiss Trey's hand. “Not a canary I ate.” He giggled—the champagne and happiness were making him bold.

  “Oh, no?” Trey's voice was warm, wicked. “Did you get the cream instead?”

  He laughed, leaning hard against Trey. “Yeah. I did.”

  Warm arms wrapped right around him, held him close, Trey squeezing tight. “Yeah, you sure did.”

  He leaned up to take another kiss, loving the way Trey tasted, the way their mouths moved together soft and sure and good. They fit together, warm and right, his butt resting right on Trey's thighs. His hands moved back to Trey's nipples, fingers drawn to them like a compass needle to north. Trey moaned into his lips, nipples growing hard as stones under his touches. He liked that sound, liked it a whole lot and wanted to hear it again, so he tugged on them, twisting just a little. Oh, there it was again, low and raw, and he got a shiver, Trey's hands tightening on his hips. He sucked on Trey's lower lip for a moment and then bent back down to one of those hard little nipples, taking it between his teeth.

  “Russ ... Oh, God...” Trey arched and moaned, head falling back. He shifted, moving to straddle Trey's thighs, back bent as he worked that little nub of flesh with tongue and lips and teeth. The couch was rough against his knees, but Trey's skin was soft on the insides of his thighs. Soft noises filled the air, Trey shifting and rocking underneath him, one hand in his hair, the other around his hip.

  He moved to Trey's other nipple, loving the way the puckered skin felt under his lips, the way Trey moved and sounded, how warm he was, how good everything smelled.

  “Gonna make me so sensitive tomorrow. Gonna make me hard every time my shirt touches them.” A shiver went through him at the words. It was going to make *him* hard, knowing that Trey was hard because of him. “Sexy ... God ... Russ...” Trey's voice sounded stunned and rough, but so damned sweet.

  He whimpered, teeth nipping and then tongue soothing. Trey's skin was blazing, so hot and perfect on his tongue, his lover's prick full against his inner thigh. He licked his way down along Trey's belly, taking his time.

  “Oh ... You ... You're making me so hot.” Trey stretched out for him, all long and lean.

  He looked up at Trey, the long line of body, hands following where his eyes went. “I want more cream.”

  Trey groaned, body going rosy. “Russ ... so sexy.”

  “Me
? You're the sexy one.” He smiled and chuckled. “My sexy cowboy.” Laughing at himself, he buried his nose in the dark pubes over Trey's cock, breathing in the musky scent.

  “Oh. Yeah.” Careful fingers stroked his hairs. “Yours.”

  Another shiver went through him, Trey making him want so bad. He turned his attention to Trey's cock, licking at the slit. Trey pushed at the base of that dark prick, whimpering, tip sliding against his tongue. He hummed. “Oh, you taste good, Trey. Like ... good. You ... you make me ache, make me want, so bad.”

  He nodded quickly. Oh yeah, he knew that one. His own cock was like a rock, his balls aching with every heartbeat.

  “I ... Do you want to ... In me? Do you want to?” Trey was watching him closely, eyes curious.

  Oh. He swallowed hard, prick throbbing. “Do you want me to?”

  “I never have before. You looked like it felt good.”

  He nodded. Oh yeah, it had felt really good. “You don't have to though, just because I did.” He licked at Trey's cock again. “I just want to be able to touch you and taste you.”

  “Mmmm ... I want to know. I want to feel ... Oh ... Russ...” Trey stretched, wiggling that pretty little butt for him.

  He slid his hands down to cup Trey's ass, squeezing as he licked the dark prick. “Anything you want.”

  “You. Want you. Oh, Russ. Love.” Trey's ass shifted in his hands.

  His cock throbbed again, need making his belly heavy. He nodded. “I know. I want you, too.”

  He got a warm, slow, sexy smile. “I'm all yours.”

  “Cool.” They needed lube though and they didn't have any in the front room. “Maybe we should take this back to your bedroom.”

  “Yeah. Then we can be in bed to snuggle after, right?”

  “Yeah. Sleep all sticky and wrapped up together.” He chuckled. Who'd have ever thought that was something to want?