by Sean Michael
It felt good to see Paul grin, relax, as he bent down and started the water. “Yeah, exactly. Dad’s a little protective -- I was born blind and he had a lot of adjustments to make.”
“You haven’t though. I mean, it must be easier like that than...” He chuckled. “Well, don’t I sound like a jerk ‘it must be easier for you to be born blind than turn blind?’ Sorry.”
“No apologies needed. You’re mostly right. I don’t know what I’m missing.” Paul’s hand slid down his arm and drew him into the warm water. “I’m curious, mostly -- especially about color. I mean, I read about them, but I don’t understand them at all.”
Thor closed his eyes, enjoying the fall of water, looping his arms around Paul’s waist to keep them close. “I can’t imagine that. No color... it’s one of the first things I notice about something. The first thing I’ll mention if I’m describing something is its color.”
Paul’s hands started exploring, not even trying to arouse, just sort of... looking. “I tend to replace colors with stuff I know. Red is hot, green smells like plants, blue is wet. That sort of thing.”
Thor nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. What’s brown?”
“The smell of good coffee.”
He chuckled. “That’s my skin -- brown, like good coffee -- but with milk in it.”
“Oh...” Paul nuzzled his temple. “That’s how I take my coffee. Works out nicely.”
“Cool.” He reached over for the soap. “Can I wash you? I like the idea of sliding my hands all over you.”
“I’d like that.” Paul’s fingers slid around his waist, tracing his hips, exploring the muscles of his thighs.
“I like the way your hands slide on my skin, too.” He stretched and soaped his hands up. Starting at Paul’s shoulders, Thor slowly soaped up the pale skin. Paul felt good, skin soft from the water and slick from the soap and there was something very sensual about closing his eyes and just feeling. Soft throaty moans filled the shower, Paul’s body responsive, warm, following unselfconsciously toward his fingers.
He explored thoroughly, giving up the pretense of soap after the first few minutes. No, he was just enjoying the wet, warm, soft skin of his lover.
Paul’s fingers stroked over the bare skin above his cock, the man purring. “So sexy. So smooth.” Then his balls were cupped and stroked.
“Oh fuck!” He pushed into Paul’s hands, the lazy sensuality disappearing in favor of wanting, not quite desperate but tinged with it. “I’m kind of sensitive there without the curls.”
“Does that mean I should stop?” A last caress and Paul was murmuring in his ear with that aged whiskey voice again. “Or that I shouldn’t.”
“Don’t stop.” Thor took a deep breath and slid his hands around Paul, holding on. “Don’t stop touching, don’t stop talking. Oh, fuck, please don’t stop.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Paul’s tongue slid around his ear, fingers moving to explore his bare skin again. “The skin here is so smooth, so sensitive, it almost moves under my fingers. I wonder... You think it would jump under my lips? My tongue?”
“Oh, Paul, don’t tease me, man. You know it would.”
The purr vibrated on his jaw. “No teasing, Thor. ‘m just talking and touching. Touching your fine skin, so smooth and hot. Want to taste you all over.” Paul chuckled. “Want to know you so that you can walk into a McDonalds and I’ll know you’re there.”
“Oh, God, I’m going to come any second here.”
“Oh yeah, come for me. Please.” Paul’s warm hand slid around the base of his cock and caressed his balls. “So fucking sexy.”
“Fuck, Paul...” Thor moaned, body arching as he shot his load.
“Mm... yes.” Paul was curled against his side, hand still moving. “Yes, the shower’s big enough for both of us.”
He laughed, the sound startled out of him. Wrapping his arms around Paul, he brought their lips together, the kiss sloppy. Paul’s laughter felt damned good as they kissed, warm water still splashing around them, between them.
Thor slid his hands down along Paul’s sides, tickling and hoping to arouse at the same time. Then he hit Paul’s cock and well, it was a moot point, the man was already hard and ready for his touch.
Another moan sounded, then Paul’s hips shifted, pushing toward his fingers. “You inspired me again.”
“We seem to be good for each other that way.” He brought Paul’s hands to his shoulders. “Here, hold on.”
Going to his knees, he nuzzled Paul’s groin, the hot shaft sliding along his cheek.
“Oh... Oh, God.” The hands on his shoulder held tight, fingers trembling. “That feels... Oh...”
“Uh-huh.” He grinned. He knew exactly how it felt. He nuzzled for a while, nose buried in Paul’s pubes, breathing him in. Then he started to lick, the sweet balls, the base of Paul’s cock, the man’s navel, the veins that were visible in the fine cock. Finally he was ready for the real deal and he rubbed his cheek against Paul’s belly. “You got any condoms in here, lover?”
“Yeah. Yeah, in the medicine cabinet.” Paul shivered. “Hope they have a long-assed expiration date.”
Thor chuckled as he stood. “They usually do and at least in the cabinet you don’t have to worry about folds or ass grooves.”
He took one of Paul’s hands from his shoulder and put it on the wall. “Gimme a second.”
Paul nodded, head tilting back into the water so it poured over the wide chest.
Thor opened the cabinet and searched for the condoms, trying not to see anything else that would make him feel like he was prying. There it was -- shit the box hadn’t even been opened and thank god for long-assed expiration dates because these had another year of life in them.
He tore open the box and grabbed a couple, just in case, and went back to the shower. Back on his knees, he sheltered Paul’s cock from the water with his head and free hand and worked the condom down. “You been sucked in the last four years, Paul?”
“Thor, I haven’t had more than a friendly hand job almost ten.” Paul groaned, hips shifting. “I work a lot”
“Jesus fucking Christ -- hasn’t anybody ever hid under your desk and surprised you with one? I know I for sure as fuck have contemplated it a time or two and then decided it was too stalkerish.”
He stroked Paul’s cock, letting his hand and the water take away most of the “lubrication”. Tasted bad enough as it was, thank you very much.
Paul gave a laugh that was mostly moan, hands sliding over his head. “I’ll have to ask Tom how often that happens.”
“Tom?”
“The guy who plays me on TV and in promotions and in the publicity shoots.”
“Oh, I don’t want to blow him -- looks like an asshole and I bet he’s got a high, screechy voice. Not like yours. Fuck, your voice makes me co --” He wrapped his lips around Paul’s cock before he could give that sorry little secret away. He was not a stalker and he sure as hell didn’t want Paul thinking that was why he was here. Oh sure, it was what had peaked his interest in the first place, but not why he was here. No, he was here because he wanted to suck this sweet, thick cock in his mouth.
And so he did, going all the way down on it -- this had to be good, it was Paul’s first in at least ten years -- fuck he could screw it up big time and as long as he didn’t bite, Paul was going to think it was fanfuckingtastic. Still, he wanted it to be good by any standards -- no reason not to make the next guy have to really work for it.
Paul cried out, hips jerking convulsively, pushing deep, then stilling. “S...sorry. You... you startled me. So fucking good.”
He sucked hard on just the head and then pulled off. “I’m fairly good at this.” He laughed. “I practiced with a cucumber until I could deep throat it. So you just do what feels good, I’ll let you know if I can’t take it.”
He slid his hands around Paul’s ass and took that nice prick back into his mouth.
“A cucumber? Good lo... Oh, fuck! So hot!” Paul thru
st slow and steady, encouragement and need pouring down with the water in that voice, that fucking voice calling out his name, so fucking wanton.
It made him whimper around the hot flesh in his mouth, made him hard again, so fucking hard just from that goddamned voice. Well, that and the hard piece of meat throbbing in his mouth and he was pretty fucking happy he could do this for Paul. Ten years was way too long between blowjobs.
It didn’t take long before Paul’s hands tightened on his shoulders, hips rocking in quick, needy motions.
“Oh, so fucking good.” He looked up -- oh... Paul’s eyes were dark, dark brown, hot, like they were looking at him -- and that voice lowered, rumbled. “So sweet, Thor. Oh... Yes...”
Thor sucked harder, pulling Paul in, tugging on that fine ass with his hands, encouraging his lover.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Oh, yeah. That was a growl. Paul came, fingers gripping his shoulders, hips jerking convulsively.
Thor grabbed his own cock and pulled himself off, coming before Paul had finished shuddering.
The water was starting to get cool, Paul stroking his cheek. “Wow.”
He chuckled, leaning his head against Paul’s hip as he took off the condom, letting the water wash Paul’s cock. “So that wasn’t bad?”
“Oh, man. Awful. Utterly.” Full of warm, sated laughter, Paul’s voice made him grin. “Thank you.”
Smiling, he placed a soft kiss on Paul’s cock, then stood and turned off the water. “I don’t know about you, but I think I hear your bed calling my name. Hell, I’ve come enough tonight I could probably curl up in the tub and sleep here. But your bed would be more comfortable.”
“Yeah. It is. Much.” Paul stepped out of the tub and handed him a towel. “I feel like my legs are totally jellied.”
“Yeah, I can relate.” He used his towel to dry Paul off, then did a quick job on himself. “Come on, let’s get your sexy-assed self to bed.”
A soft hand slid over his butt. “Oh, I’m thinking you’re the sexy-assed one. Damn.”
“I’m not going to argue that with you.” Thor chuckled and slid his arm around Paul’s waist, heading them toward the bed, hitting the lights as they went. “Lights are off -- you’re going to have to guide me from here,” he murmured.
“Mm... I can do that.” Paul led him easily, talking soft and low until they were at the bed, sliding in between cool sheets. “So, is it bad form to cuddle?”
“I sure as hell hope not.” He pushed close, letting Paul hold him. A lot of times he liked to be the one to hold, ‘cause he wasn’t the tallest or the biggest guy on the block and it made him feel good -- to be holding the other guy. But with Paul... he didn’t feel like he had to be macho or tall or anything that he wasn’t. He was liked for who he was. “So you gonna let me eat mashed potatoes in the morning, Paul?”
Paul chuckled, the sound sleepy. “I think that can be arranged, Thor. In fact, I’m thinking you mentioned something about feeding me breakfast yourself.”
He laughed. “Yeah, and then you vetoed that idea and invited me here.” He nudged Paul with his hip. “Thanks.”
A kiss brushed against his temple, Paul shifting. “Mm... goodnight, Thor. Sleep well.”
“You too, Paul.”
He shifted, found a spot that was warm and close and him-shaped. He’d come more in the last few hours than he had in at least a week -- he was going to sleep like a baby.
Chapter Three
Paul had a moment of disorientation when he woke up, the sensation of sharing a bed, having something snuggled up to him, completely foreign. It had only taken a heartbeat to remember, to relax, to let his fingers trail over the tiny curls covering the head resting on his shoulder.
Thor.
He grinned, fingers exploring slowly. Thor’s skin was smooth, warm, almost silky under his fingers. It felt good to touch someone, to hold them.
To wake up and not be alone.
Thor shifted, muttering in his sleep. Something hot and hard and silky slid against Paul’s thigh.
“Mm...” He purred, reaching down to stroke the throbbing veins, the flared tip.
Thor’s hips moved, sliding the hard cock along his thigh, into his hand. Another half shift and he could feel long lashes flutter against his skin. “Mmm.”
Paul searched the so-smooth skin above Thor’s cock, then down to weigh the heavy balls, rolling them gently. Oh, he was horny, hard and full and hot, but unwilling to give up the searching to focus on waking Thor up and getting them both off.
“Paul...” Half whimpered, his name slid through the silence, the glide of Thor’s cock along his thigh beginning to leave a trail.
“Good morning.” He leaned his head down, lips trailing over warm skin, searching for Thor’s mouth. Thor’s head tilted and their lips closed together, Thor’s tongue lapping at his mouth. He shifted, turning until their bodies were together, rubbing slow and steady, in time with their kiss. Thor’s ass felt good in his hands, warm and firm. Sexy.
Thor murmured into his mouth, hands sliding up his sides and curling around his shoulders. Paul pulled until their cocks slid together, moaning into Thor’s lips, body jerking. So hot! So sweet. Thor rubbed against him, body eager.
Paul groaned, the sound loud and low, harsh and desperate to his own ears. His fingers found their cocks, wrapping around them both and beginning to pump. By God, if this was his only one-night stand for ten more years, he wanted to remember it.
“Oh, fuck, Paul... Yeah, just like that.”
“Your cock feels so hot to my hand, hard and silky. Touching you makes my balls ache.” He was rumbling, hoarse with need, but it felt so good, so right.
“Oh, God!” Thor’s hands tightened on his shoulders, hips driving harder against him. “Your voice... Paul. So fucking hot.”
“You make me hot, make me want to whisper dirty little wishes all over you.” His thumb slid over the slit in Thor’s cock. Fuck, he was close. “Make me want to smell your spunk again. Know it.”
“Oh, Fuck!” Thor jerked hard against him, heat spreading over his hand, along his belly and the smell of come filled the air. The heat and smell was just what Paul needed to send him over and he came with a low cry, face buried in Thor’s shoulder. Thor held him close, hands sliding over his back now, fingertips exploring. “Mm... I like how you say good morning, Paul.”
He chuckled, brushing a soft kiss against Thor’s throat. “It seemed the appropriate thing to do. Morning, Thor.”
“Man, I love your voice. It’s so sexy.”
Paul purred, hands rubbing hot come over Thor’s smooth skin. “You’ve got amazing skin and you smell good, rich. I could get used to that scent.”
“Yeah? Well I could get used to having that voice all to myself...”
He chuckled low, nuzzling and licking Thor’s neck. “Given that my career is this voice, you might change your mind. After all, hearing ‘This is Paul Michael Stearn with KBOW’ a thousand times a day would get really old.”
He firmly pushed down the little flare of curious, almost hopeful fear that blazed in his belly. There was no way he was going to get too involved here. The man didn’t even know him yet.
Thor chuckled. “I don’t know, when you say it like that and sound all... like you’ve just had sex, it’s quite the turn on.” Thor kissed his forehead. “Seriously though, Paul... I hope I’m not being an ass when I tell you that you’re the first person I’ve picked up in a long time who I’ve been interested in seeing again.”
“Yeah?” He let himself grin, let himself hope, just a little. “I’d like that. I’d like to know you, be your friend.”
“Cool.” Thor chuckled. “After all -- I still have to convince you about the whole submerging in water thing.”
He shuddered and shook his head, grin spreading. “Not a chance, coach. Blind guys and water don’t mix.”
Thor’s chuckles turned into laughter. “Well there, we’ve got something to keep seeing each other for -- I’m not
going to rest until I’ve got you in the water and made you enjoy it.”
“Hope you enjoy long-term relationships.” Paul ran his fingers along Thor’s ribs, tickling.
“Can’t say as I’ve ever had anything I’d call long-term aside from family.” Thor shook his head. “Oh, man, that makes me sound fickle.”
“How about we start with breakfast and go from there, ‘o fickle one?” He tilted his head for a kiss. “I’ll buy your coffee, you buy my tea.”
“As long as we go Dutch on the pancakes.” Thor’s mouth closed over his, lips wide and warm and soft. He smiled into the kiss, curling close. He could handle that. In fact, right this minute, Paul thought there wasn’t much he couldn’t handle.
Amazing what waking up with the right man could do for your day.
Chapter Four
The taxi let Paul off in front of the Swimming Center and it didn’t take him long to find his way up the steep stairs and into a building that smelled of chlorine. He’d finished his voice-overs early and had left a message that he’d just meet Thor here.
It was about time that he started meeting Thor halfway.
The last few weeks had been fabulous -- they had gone dancing, gone to dinner, showered and slept and played and touched and tasted and... yeah. Fabulous. This weekend was the first after the test results had come back clear, the first where he’d come to Thor.
“Can I help you?”
He smiled, nodding at the soft, nervous voice. “Coach Sorenson’s office, please?”
“It’s just a couple doors down, but he isn’t in. He’s on deck. You want me to take you to him?”
“Yes, please, if it’s not a problem.” Deck? Undoubtedly the pool, which meant water, but also meant nearly naked Thor, which made up for the worry.
He could hear the girl get up off her chair. “You uh... want me to help you?”
“I’ll hold your elbow and you lead, if you don’t mind. I promise not to bite.” He chuckled along with the girl and then his hand was placed on a soft upper arm and they began to walk.
“He’s usually done by now, but it’s early in the semester and he’s laying down the law with the swim team. Extra laps and stuff so they think he’s tough. ‘Cause he doesn’t look tough, you know? Oh... well I guess you wouldn’t, but he doesn’t, he’s a head shorter than pretty much all the team and he’s pretty young for a coach. Rumor has it he got the job because his dad was a lifetime professor here, but if you’ve seen him swim, you’d know that was just hooey, ‘cause he’s really, really good.” She paused to take a breath.
