by K. C. Wells
Tommy couldn’t make up his mind. It burned, but the sensation was so good. And when it got to the point where it stopped burning and started to feel really, really good, Mike added another finger, taking Tommy’s breath away. He tensed up, and Mike kissed him again, lips warm and silky, tongue exploring him, tasting him. And then two fingers were moving inside him, making him hot, making him need….
Mike pulled free of Tommy’s body and rolled him onto his belly. He straddled Tommy, that heavy, thick cock hot against his ass. Mike kissed across Tommy’s shoulders and down his spine, his dick rubbing between Tommy’s cheeks. He edged lower until he was spreading Tommy’s ass with his thumbs. Tommy grabbed a pillow and hugged it as Mike’s tongue renewed its acquaintance with his hole, circling it, licking, sucking, pushing inside him once more. Oh God, the sounds Mike was making…. Tommy panted, pushing back to get more, wanting more of that tongue that was fucking him, driving him out of his mind. His cock rubbed against the comforter, already hard as nails, the skin sensitized. When Mike spread him wider, stretching his hole and pushing farther into him, Tommy cried out, the sound loud and harsh.
Mike crawled up his body, kissing his way up Tommy’s spine, his cock hot against his hole, sliding through his crease as Mike rolled his hips. He reached Tommy’s shoulder and kissed it before nuzzling into his neck.
Tommy didn’t care anymore where Mike’s mouth had just been. He only knew he wanted Mike’s kiss. He turned his head and moaned softly. Mike was there instantly, kissing him, pushing his tongue deep, and Tommy took it, body writhing beneath Mike. He arched his back, leaning up on his elbows, and Mike wrapped one arm around him, hand splayed over his chest, the other over his shoulders against his collarbones, body tight up against his.
“You want this?” he murmured in a low, urgent voice next to Tommy’s ear as he rocked his hips, pushing his dick faster and faster over Tommy’s hole. “You want my cock inside you?”
Tommy pushed back, groaning. “Please… please, Mike.” He clutched the pillow tightly, hips bucking, dick so damn hard against his belly. Mike’s shaft was searing his ass with its heat, every slide over his hole bringing the promise of what was to come.
“You’re gonna feel so good, Tommy, your body hot and tight around my cock.”
Oh ho-ly shit. Mike’s words set him on fire, his body crying out for more. And then it was Tommy that was crying out, Tommy’s voice cracking. “Oh, now, please, Mike—now!”
“Okay, then.”
Mike’s warmth disappeared, and then Tommy heard foil tearing, latex snapping. He felt Mike’s thumbs pulling his cheeks apart once again—only this time, cool, slick, blunt flesh pressed slowly into him, so slowly, opening him up.
Except Tommy’s body had other ideas. He tensed, fighting the intrusion, his ass on fire. He couldn’t help the whimper that rolled from his lips.
Mike stilled instantly and dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder, his breath warm against his ear. “It’s okay, Tommy. I know—it burns, right? You just need to relax, is all, ’cause right now I’m about halfway in and your hole is gripping me like a vise.” He rubbed Tommy’s back, the touch soothing. “I want you to push out with your muscles, like you’re trying to force my cock out of you.”
Tommy froze. “Yeah, but….” He couldn’t say it, but the thought was there in his head, much as he didn’t want it to be.
“Trust me.” Mike’s voice was soft. “Nothing’s gonna come out, okay? But it’ll relax the muscles, and I’ll slide in all the easier.” That hand on his shoulder was so gentle. “Go on, Tommy, let me in.”
Tommy shivered and then nodded. He closed his eyes and held his breath.
Mike kissed his shoulder. “Breathe, okay? Deep breaths. That’ll help too.” Another kiss. “Tommy, I swear, by the time we’re done, it’ll feel a whole lot better, all right? But you gotta trust me.”
Tommy inhaled slowly and let his body relax. He bore down and almost cried with relief when Mike slid into him, spreading him, filling him, until his whole world had shrunk and all it contained was that hard dick, all the way inside him.
Then Mike started to pull out and oh my Lord, it burned. His whole body tensed, his ass clamping down tight on Mike’s cock. “Oh Lord, oh Lord.”
Mike buried his face in Tommy’s neck and groaned. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He held himself still, his arms rigid on either side of Tommy. “Breathe, Tommy, remember? Push me out again.”
Tommy obeyed, and there it was again, that almost blissful feeling when Mike moved more easily inside him, the motion slow and controlled. His breathing became less ragged, and he focused on relaxing his muscles.
Oh wow, yeah. The burn began to fade, Mike still moving so slowly that Tommy was hardly aware of it. “That… that feels better,” he gasped out.
“Good.” Mike cupped his face and turned it toward him, kissing Tommy on the mouth, his tongue parting his lips, the movement as slow as that of Mike’s dick. “That’s it,” Mike praised when Tommy finally let himself relax as the burn melted into nothingness. “Yeah, oh yeah.” He rocked his hips, keeping the motion slow, blanketing Tommy’s body with his own, Mike’s arms once more around him, holding him close.
Tommy closed his eyes and lost himself in the slow push and pull of Mike’s dick, in, out, in, out…. Mike was kissing him, gently moving inside him, soft noises escaping his lips as he buried his shaft to the hilt in Tommy’s channel and then withdrew, only to repeat the sensual movement all over again.
Except now it was starting to feel good. Really good.
“It feel okay?” Mike whispered close to his ear before kissing down his neck.
“Lord, yes,” Tommy gasped out, finally starting to push back, slowly at first but then picking up speed as the sensations built steadily. He dropped his head and shoulders to the bed and reached under his body to touch his aching dick. Mike kissed his shoulder blades, then between them, whisper-soft kisses. He grasped Tommy’s shoulders and squeezed, thrusting a little harder, using long strokes that made Tommy want to shout out how freakin’ amazin’ it felt inside him. He tugged at his cock, hand moving quicker as something within him came to the boil, bubbling up, permeating every fiber, every cell with what could only be described as joy. His balls tingled, high and tight, and—
Tommy didn’t want to come like this.
“Wanna see you,” he moaned.
Mike withdrew, and the sensation of having lost something was so acute that Tommy wanted to weep. Then Mike was flipping him onto his back, pulling his legs up until Tommy’s ankles rested on Mike’s shoulders. Mike aimed and pushed, that hot, solid cock filling him once more, thrusting hard into him, his hands tight around Tommy’s hips, pulling him onto his dick.
It wasn’t enough.
“Kiss me?” Tommy pleaded, his breathing ragged.
Mike nodded, moving swiftly to lie between Tommy’s thighs, as Tommy grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down. His mouth met Mike’s in a hot, all-consuming kiss, Mike plunging his tongue deep into Tommy’s mouth, mimicking his cock. Tommy groaned and locked his arms around Mike’s neck, desperate to deepen the kiss, deepen the contact.
Mike broke free of the kiss and arched, gasping, filling him all the way. “Oh fuck, Tommy.”
And suddenly Tommy was there, coming, coming so hard, the feeling white hot as it raced through his body, through every vein and artery, bursting out of him in a thick arc that hit Mike squarely on the chest. Tommy howled, a wordless cry that rebounded off the walls and ceiling, while his body trembled and shook. He gulped in air, conscious of the heat from Mike’s body, the muted heat within him. Their bodies lay pressed together, their skin damp, tiny shocks jolting through them. His heart pounded, his pulse raced, and his skin tingled all over.
Mike kissed him slowly, moving up his neck and along his jaw until their mouths met in a soft fusion of warm lips and tongues. Mike lay on him, letting Tommy’s body support him, stroking over the damp skin of his chest. He raised his chin and looked To
mmy in the eye, his breathing ragged.
“That was… amazing.” His eyes shone. His arms bracketed Tommy’s head as he kissed him, over and over, the kisses robbed of all their previous urgency. Mike’s weight felt good, comforting.
Tommy sighed, feeling languid and relaxed, his body glowing. Mike was still inside him, and the thought sent warmth pulsing through him. To be so intimately connected to another was a heady sensation. Tommy wasn’t ready to lose that just yet.
He stroked the back of Mike’s neck, keeping it slow. When Mike looked him in the eye, Tommy smiled. “Can we do that again sometime?”
Feeling Mike laugh while his cock was still inside him was definitely surreal.
Chapter Fifteen
MIKE OPENED his eyes and stretched. Damn, that felt good. He loved Sunday mornings in bed. Nowhere to be but under the covers, soft sheets surrounding him, sunlight already creeping in at the window. He could hear birds singing outside and the faint hum of traffic now and again. That was what he loved about living in Morningside—not that much traffic and the streets were peaceful.
He rolled onto his side and smiled at the sight that met his eyes. A broad, creamy back, muscled and firm, leading down to an equally firm, tight ass. A head of reddish-brown hair, mussed up. And the cutest little snores coming from Tommy’s mouth. It was the snoring that made him smile, that and the memory of the previous night.
It had certainly been a night of firsts for Tommy, and Mike had loved it all. Popping Tommy’s cherry had been the highlight, of course. Mike hadn’t been sure what to expect, but seeing Tommy grow in confidence as the night wore on had been a real turn-on. He hadn’t been prepared for how fucking fantastic it had felt to see Tommy come with Mike’s cock deep inside him, feel his body tightening around him. For a man who’d lost count of how many times he’d made a guy come, there had been something so new about the whole experience. For the first time, Mike had seen the act through someone else’s eyes, and it had been almost… humbling.
The shower afterward had been pretty damn good too. Mike had to smile. Tommy had seemed amazed to be having his third orgasm of the night. He’d gripped Mike’s shoulders so tightly, Mike would not be surprised to find bruises there. As for him, kneeling before Tommy and sucking him off until he pumped come down Mike’s throat had been such a rush. The sight of Tommy leaning against the tiles, that red flush across his chest, rising up his neck and cheeks. But what stuck in his memory was the way Tommy had leaned into him while he washed Tommy slowly, stroking his fingers through Tommy’s short hair, working up a rich lather. The way Tommy hadn’t hesitated when Mike had kissed him under the jets, his eyes closed, soft noises escaping his lips while Mike took his time, unwilling to let the moment end.
“Mornin’.”
Mike eased back into his tranquil Sunday morning. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Tommy gave a shy, not quite awake smile. “I’m not sure about ‘well.’ It sure was different, sleepin’ with someone else in the bed.” His cheeks pinked up. “It was nice, though, ’specially when….” He bit his lip.
“When what?” Mike asked, intrigued by the way Tommy’s face glowed.
Tommy chuckled. “When you kinda spooned an’ put your arms around me. Never snuggled with someone before.”
Mike’s morning had just gotten better. He held out an arm. “Morning snuggles are the best kind. Scoot that ass on over here.” He grinned. “And there’s nothing wrong with a little snuggling.”
Tommy edged his way across the mattress. There was the tiniest wince as he moved, before he pressed his warm body against Mike’s side, his arm across Mike’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. Mike wrapped an arm around him.
“So,” he began, “you had a good time last night?”
Tommy chuckled against his skin, and Mike smiled.
“Oh, it was that good, huh?” When Tommy said nothing, Mike got the message. The shy young man in his bed did not want to talk about sex. Now that Mike knew a little more about him, this wasn’t surprising. In fact, it was downright adorable. There was no way he was going to mention Tommy wincing just then. The poor guy might die from embarrassment.
He stroked down Tommy’s back. “Okay, okay. Let’s change the subject.”
Tommy craned his neck to look at Mike, blinking. “There is one thing.”
“Oh?” Mike waited for what was coming, noting how Tommy wasn’t meeting his gaze. Interesting….
“Last night, I… I asked if we could do this again sometime.” Tommy’s cheeks blended perfectly with the reddish tinge of his hair.
Mike didn’t have to guess what “this” referred to. “I remember.” It had been amusing last night, coming so hot on the heels of Tommy’s orgasm. Except now? Tommy was obviously serious. Mike considered the prospect. It wasn’t like he was short of guys wanting to have sex with him. Hell, he could walk into any number of bars in Atlanta and be inundated with offers. But that wasn’t what he wanted.
Spending more time with Tommy, however? That was another matter. Mike genuinely liked him. What was more, he liked the idea of doing this on a regular basis. Tommy wasn’t just another pretty boy, all looks and no substance. Mike could have his pick of that type, but damn, it got boring after a while. Some of them were such dumbasses. Tommy had brains, that was for sure. And Mike liked seeing this new world through Tommy’s eyes. He imagined watching Tommy blossom and grow into a strong, confident gay man would be something pretty special.
Mike found himself wanting to be around to see that.
Tommy was regarding him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.
Time to put Tommy out of his misery. “I like that idea,” Mike said quietly. “We could meet up at Woofs on Saturdays as usual, but you could come home with me after. Does that sound okay?”
“Yeah, it does,” Tommy admitted, a half smile on his lips.
Mike rolled onto his side to face him. “Hey, we could do other stuff too, y’know. We could go out for lunch on Sundays, or maybe brunch if we’re not too tired.” He grinned, and Tommy blushed furiously. “And there’s other places I could show you around Atlanta too, if you’d like.”
Tommy’s face lit up. “I’d really like that.”
His enthusiasm, so genuine and earnest, was like a welcome breath of fresh air in Mike’s life. It was plain Tommy wasn’t all about the sex, and that was just fine in Mike’s book.
Mike sat up and stretched, arms high above his head. He liked the way Tommy looked at him, his gaze traveling over Mike’s body. Just feeling those green eyes on him had Mike’s cock filling.
And Tommy noticed. He gave a strangled cough and lowered his gaze.
Mike bit back a smile. This is just too cute. “How about we get some breakfast? We could have some here or go out, depending on how hungry you’re feeling.”
Just then Tommy’s belly growled, and Tommy looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
Mike chuckled. “Guess that answers that question.” Unable to resist poking just a little, he waggled his eyebrows. “Well, we did expend a lot of energy last night. Looks like my coq au vin didn’t fill you up enough.”
“Oh no, it was plenty!” Tommy protested. “It’s just that, well… I have a big appetite.” His cheeks glowed, becoming a brighter shade of red when his stomach grew more vociferous.
Mike laughed. “Okay, okay, I get the message! How about we go to the diner and get some chicken fried steak into you?”
“That sounds good,” Tommy admitted. “I can’t stay too late. I gotta get back to Ben’s and pack up my stuff to drive to Athens later. Is that okay?”
“’Course it is,” Mike said with a nod. “We can go eat, then come back here for a while before you have to leave. I’ll just grab a shower first.”
“Another one?”
Lord, the boy was adorable. Mike chuckled. “I like my showers, okay?” Not that he needed one, but his morning wood required some attention. He threw back the sheets, climbed out of
bed, and walked into the bathroom. He wasn’t about to cover up. Tommy had already seen everything he’d got, up close and personal. Speaking of which….
Mike peered around the bathroom door to find Tommy lying in bed, looking like he was lost in his own thoughts. “Hey there,” Mike said softly. Tommy rolled onto his side to gaze at him. “I’m standing here in the bathroom, trying to remember how your mouth felt around my dick last night, but I’m having a little trouble. Seems like I can’t quite get the details clear in my mind. Wanna help me out in the shower?” He grinned. “Only if you want to, of course.”
Tommy’s lips parted, and his breathing got faster. His eyes shone. “Okay,” he said in a quiet voice. Mike could’ve believed it was reticence on his part, except for the fact that Tommy’s cock jerked under the sheet, plain as day. Oh, he likes that idea….
“Well, get your beautiful ass in here, then!”
Tommy got out of the bed, that lovely shy smile in evidence, and walked over to Mike, his dick pointing straight at him. Mike stretched out his hand and led his young lover into the bathroom. His morning shower was suddenly looking much better.
TOMMY GLANCED around the apartment, scanning the living room in case he’d missed anything. His bag was packed and ready to be thrown into the truck for the journey back to Athens. He hadn’t seen Ben since his return from Mike’s, which was fine by Tommy. He had a feeling Ben would be asking questions, not that Tommy was about to give him any answers.
There are just some things you don’t talk about. Tommy couldn’t believe sometimes the way his classmates talked about sex so openly, like it was nothing. Not in Tommy’s book. Sex was something… private, something intimate. It had been a relief when Mike hadn’t pushed it that morning. Lord knew, he was only checking that Tommy’d enjoyed the experience.
Tommy paused in his survey of the bathroom when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Enjoyed? They’d need to invent a new word to describe how Tommy had felt about Mike f—
