by Amy Lane
THEY SKIPPED the park, watching the sun set as they drove back toward Clay’s apartment with the windows down.
“What movie do you want to watch?” Clay said, walking toward his bottom floor apartment. “I can make us some salads for dinner if you’re hungry again, and I’ve got cubed chicken in the refrigerator we can put on top—”
Dane stopped right in front of Clay’s door and turned, capturing his mouth in a blatant gesture of possession, and then keeping it until he felt a definite wobble in Clay’s knees. Ah, God, yes—he wanted this taste.
“Carpenter?” he said, when he pulled back for air.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t give a shit about the movie. And the salad might be nice later. But right now, I’ve wanted one thing all day. It’s like you and that ice cream sandwich. You were a good boy and you got your treat. Haven’t I been a good boy?”
“You’ve been the best,” Clay breathed, and this time he pressed the kiss, pressed Dane back against his door until Dane’s knees wobbled.
Clay pulled back, and for a moment, Dane was going to pull him down again because how dare he, and then Clay held out his key and let them both in. They tumbled into Clay’s front room, hands everywhere, mouths only separating under the direst need.
Clay moved with a sort of exquisite grace, an absolute care, probably born of the awareness that he was bigger and heavier than the person he was with and didn’t want to hurt or crush anybody.
Dane appreciated it at first, but as Clay backed Dane gracefully to the arm of the couch, he’d had enough of it.
“Bed,” he demanded, and then shoved at Clay’s shoulders. “No couch. No necking. Bed. I want naked, and I want bed, and I want you.”
“Wow! You’re a pushy bastard!”
“And you’re still dressed, and we’re still in the living room! Now move!”
“What if I want the couch and the necking like teenagers and the no naked yet,” Clay asked, but he was following Dane into the bedroom, albeit reluctantly.
“Then I say get a couch that isn’t a hide-a-bed and built like a dinosaur skeleton trying to skewer me. But I’m not waiting for a new couch to be delivered. I want you now.”
The warmth of Clay’s laughter did nothing to ease the urgency driving Dane into the bedroom.
But once they hit the doorway, Dane managed to stifle the urge to turn on the light. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see everything. It was that he wanted Clay to be perfectly comfortable, especially this first time. Dane wanted sex with him—Dane, a male person with a penis—to be so stunning, so amazing that Clay would have it anytime, anywhere, in darkness or in the light. So no, he wouldn’t put up a fight, this first time, Dane, he would not hex, he wanted Clay to love the sex!
He started to giggle a little at the rhyme, just as Clay started to kiss his neck. Clay pulled back. “What? That tickles?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Dane breathed. “Keep sucking on my neck!”
Clay would apparently do anything he asked. Down his collarbone, he paused at Dane’s Adam’s apple and hummed, making him giggle again. “What?”
“This is new. It’s like your stubble. Let me appreciate it.”
“Later!” Dane stepped back and stripped off his shirt and shorts, the briefs with the shorts, and toed off his loafers. “You savor a fine wine after a meal. You devour the first meal you’ve had in two years!”
“Stop,” Clay said gently, and he stepped forward again, fully clothed, to slide his palms down the outside of Dane’s arms. “You are wonderful. I’ve been waiting my entire life to touch you. Just slow down and let me do that, okay? We’re in my apartment. I’m not running away.”
Dane cocked his head suspiciously. “Would you run away if we were in my house?”
To his dismay, Carpenter shifted his feet. “Maybe. But you’re naked, and your body is doing this”—he waved his arms in the direction of Dane’s erection—“thing! And I’d really like to touch that. Can I touch that?”
Dane let that fear dissipate. This was a first step, not a final one. “Come here,” he murmured. Clay stepped back into his arms, and Dane took over the seduction. He kissed Clay’s newly shaved jawline, down his neck, unfastening the new shirt one button at a time, kissing the newly revealed skin. When it was open, Dane pushed it back off Clay’s shoulders and started kissing his bear-y hairy chest, delighting in every kiss.
“I’m, uh, a little furry,” Clay panted, and Dane hated the note of apology in his voice.
“For some of us, that’s a turn-on,” he muttered, stroking it some more. He cleared a little path to Clay’s nipple and felt the smile stretch his cheeks. “Pink!” he said happily, before bending his knees so he could suckle.
“Oh damn!” Clay sucked in a breath and knotted his hands in Dane’s hair, dislodging his bun. “Dane, baby, what’re you—”
Dane pulled in his flesh a little harder, because he needed it, needed the taste and the smell and the feel, and Clay gasped. “I need to lie down,” he said in wonder.
“See?” Dane urged. “That’s what I’m talking about! Now take off your pants!”
“Sure, sure.” Clay stepped away, breathing fast, and started fumbling with his belt. His cargo shorts fell to the floor, weighted by keys and his wallet and phone, but Clay just sort of toed his shoes off around them and stepped out. “I should pick those—mmmf!”
Dane had bought him the clothes; he didn’t care if they got rumpled. They were naked. Wholly, completely, fantastically naked, and Dane wanted to feel his body everywhere. He loved it, the solidness, the pale skin under the hair on his chest, the way Clay’s newly shaved cheeks turned pinker every time Dane did something new. He took Clay’s mouth and Clay wrapped his arms around Dane’s shoulders and Dane almost melted. Oh, his body, all of his body… Dane belonged next to all of his body.
He took Clay’s mouth again, thinking maybe Clay had the right of it. They should kiss more. They should kiss more naked. They should—
“Oh wow,” Dane breathed, thrilled. “That’s your penis!”
He reached down between them and felt him, hard, surprisingly long, and decently thick, loving the silkiness of it and the fact that it was Clay’s.
“Mmf….” Clay grunted and spread his legs a little. “I really gotta sit down.” He reached behind him and pulled back the covers and sat down on the bed. Dane stepped into the shelter formed by his thighs, gratified when Clay started kissing his tummy and rubbing his newly smooth cheek on Dane’s soft skin.
“You like?” Dane asked shyly. Nobody talked about his body, the weight he’d lost, the fact that he was not muscular, just flexible and thin.
Clay looked up at him, biting his lip. “I like. It’s, like, exciting because you’re a guy, but it’s awesome because you’re Dane my friend and I love that guy. So you put them together….” He lowered his head and kissed below Dane’s absurdly prominent navel. “You get magic,” he said, and then he lowered his head a little more, stuck out his tongue, and licked a bead of precome off the head of Dane’s erection.
Dane whimpered. Just like that. No guilt. No, “Oh my God I’m licking a guy’s cock!” Clay just… just… oh God, now he wasn’t just licking it, he’d opened his mouth, he’d taken the head in, he was….
“You’re sucking me!” Dane gasped in excitement. “And you’re good at it! Oh my God!” Clay pushed his head forward and pulled back, again and again. He was doing that swirly thing with his tongue when he pulled back, and every time he did that, Dane’s knees would decide to buckle, only he couldn’t sit down now! Not when Clay Carpenter was sucking his cock.
“Oh God,” he moaned, knotting his fingers in that rich brown hair, not close to coming but not sure how long his legs would hold out. “Oh, Clay, could you… could you maybe let me lie down and do that some— Yes! Do that some more!”
Clay had moved one of his hands from cupping Dane’s thigh to the front. He cupped Dane’s balls gently, rolling them delicately between
his strong fingers, driving Dane insane.
“Here,” Dane grunted, widening his stance. “Between my legs. Go to town. Grope me and keep doing that thing with your tongue. Oh my God, teach me, sensei!”
Clay chuckled, which made everything on Dane’s cock just swimmier and more lovely, but he used his hands as requested, feeling behind Dane’s balls, stroking tentatively along his taint, and every inch, every investigation, made Dane crazier with desire. He was getting close, so close, and then—oop! There went Clay’s finger, tapping at his slutty little pucker, and Dane almost blew his load, right there.
“Wait,” he begged. “C’mon, Clay, let me do something.”
Clay pulled back, eyes big, and wiped his face off with the back of his hand. He looked debauched and a little bit dazed, and Dane could eat him in one bite. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “Can’t I just suck your dick for, like, ever? ’Cause I could do that for a super-long time and—”
“And I’d never get to touch you!” Dane supplied, indignant and breathless. Carpenter’s skin was electric satiation—he never wanted to stop. “Now lie back in bed and let me do that thing to you, see how you like it!”
“I don’t think I’ll mind,” Clay said, sounding a little desperate. He squirreled back on the bed, putting his head on the pillow and spreading his legs before looking at Dane expectantly in the dark. “How are we doing—”
Dane pounced on his cock, taking it firmly in his hand and sucking the head—the rather bulbous head—into his mouth.
Mm…. He tasted wonderful. A little sweaty from being out and about in the May sunshine, but mostly clean. He was leaking precome too, and it was salty and sweet—mostly sweet, which probably came from his meticulous diet, although Dane would have sucked him down if he’d tasted like hops and bitters.
Clay started to massage his scalp, pulling his fingers through it gently. “That feels really good,” he whispered. “I’m… I’m getting close. Can I see your face? Please?”
Dane nodded and then sucked Clay to the back of his throat hard, keeping him there and swallowing for a minute, partly hoping for Clay’s come, and partly hoping he’d hold off because Dane had a plan for his orgasm that he thought Clay might enjoy.
Clay moaned, bucking his hips off the bed and jerking at Dane’s hair—not hard enough to sting, just hard enough to prompt Dane to let go of him.
Dane pulled up from his dick and turned his face toward him, smiling in a way he knew for a fact was utterly debauched. “I know you want all the things,” he whispered. “But I want to taste you super, super bad. How about let me have my way now, and you can have your way afterward, okay?”
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” Clay said, and he sounded like that would be a bad thing.
Dane had to change his mind about that. “Yeah, I know—it’s gonna be great!” And then he slurped Clay into the back of his throat again and played with his balls, a little firmer than Clay had played with his. Clay’s hips arched and retreated, the motion unmistakable and raw and carnal, and Dane wanted more. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, down and up, knowing this was one of his strengths and so excited about using it—here, on Clay.
He sucked down one more time and held there, gulping like mad to massage Clay’s cockhead, and Clay let out a yell that probably rattled the windows before moving one of his hands up to cover his own mouth… and orgasming, pumping come into Dane’s mouth, glorious and creamy and proof, right there, that Dane had done this one thing, this one magical thing, absolutely right.
Carpenter made a little sound of “done” and Dane pulled back, scooting up the bed to kiss him. Clay didn’t back away or make a face, even though Dane knew his chin was dripping in come. Instead he stared at Dane thoughtfully for a moment, his brown eyes huge and luminous, and then he kissed Dane reverently, so gently Dane almost cried.
Then the kiss went deeper, taking in more of his own taste, and then dirtier, licking Dane’s lips, the scruff on his chin, before moving down Dane’s chest.
“So, returning the—oh, damn. Damn. Damn!” Clay’s mouth on his nipple was exquisite, and it was Dane’s turn to spread his knees and arch his cock to the heavens, wanting all the things.
Clay suckled, sliding his hand down Dane’s concave stomach, running his fingers through Dane’s happy trail while Dane arched his hips a little more demandingly.
“Oh, come on,” he begged. “Just a handy? Squeeze? Just a—”
“You are so pushy!” Clay laughed, after releasing his nipple with a pop. “Oh my God, do you give all your lovers explicit instructions?”
“No!” Dane muttered, hips still undulating against the bed. “Just the slow ones. Oh my God, I will explode all over you. It will be terrifying. You’ll be sucking my nipple and suddenly my cock will just spew all over the place and you will run away….” He keened as Carpenter wrapped his hand around him and squeezed. “Screaming!” he squeaked.
Carpenter laughed and moved down his stomach, pausing for a moment to tongue his belly button. “You have an outtie!” he said happily. “Why do you have an outtie?”
Dane hissed, because his little nubbin of a belly button was sensitive, and until right now, nobody had ever appreciated the benefits of that.
“It’s practice for my dick,” he moaned in frustration. “Now could you… you know… hurry it up a little?”
“You just promised me your cock will explode and I’ll run away screaming.” Carpenter chuckled, tightening his grip and stroking while he continued to explore. “I thought you were looking forward to that!” He continued to nuzzle his way to Dane’s hip bone and lick experimentally, and Dane forced his hips flat against the bed and let him. Clay thought Dane was worth the time, and Dane… well, Dane hadn’t really ever been one to take that sort of time with a lover.
But he’d never enjoyed himself quite this much with one before either, and he figured it would be worth the wait. He put his palm flat on Carpenter’s wide shoulders, stroking, loving the smooth skin under his fingers, the way he could feel the muscle groups bunch and release as Clay leveraged his body up and down the mattress. God, he was beautiful. Not “hey, look, you can see every shred of muscle” beautiful, just solid and warm and comforting and lovely—and reverent.
For all their banter, his every touch had been filled with a sort of wide-eyed excitement, a holy joy that even Dane, as impatient as he always was, could appreciate.
“I’d be okay,” Dane gasped. “You know, if there was no screaming and running away.”
Carpenter hmmd in the back of the throat, and finally, finally, took Dane into his mouth again.
All the way into his mouth. As far back as he could.
Dane moaned and tried not to thrust up, and Carpenter “hmmd” some more, the subtle vibrations sending frissons of excitement dancing along Dane’s skin.
“This… this is amazing,” Dane murmured. “You can grope some more—you know, like… yeah. Ah….”
Dane spread his knees farther, naked, exposed. It was the only way he knew how to be during sex, and sometimes lovers touched him like he wanted and sometimes they just sucked his dick like that was the only part of him that worked. But Clay was apparently fascinated and happy with all the things.
He kept up that delirious pressure with his mouth, pulling back, rocking forward, way forward, pulling back again. He fisted the shaft firmly and maneuvered his body between Dane’s legs, filling up the empty air, exuding warmth and exploration.
Ah, God! He used his free hand to stroke—just stroke—Dane’s backside, palming his thighs, his glutes, and the sensation of being touched in those rare and faraway places sent Dane into floaty-floaty land, where, hello, he could get blown forever and simply make yummy-yummy noises.
“I hope,” Dane gasped, “you’re ready to do that all night, because I’m pretty sure I can.”
Carpenter chuckled, making his lips vibrate around Dane’s cockhead and upping the ante just a tad. “Are you hinting at something?”
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p; Oh, this was sort of embarrassing. Most guys did this on general principle, probably because Dane had “slutty bottom” written all over him. He was the guy who got his ass creamed—or fucked and jizzed on, pretty much standard.
But Clay wasn’t going to do that to him. Clay was going to pleasure him, so this thing he wanted was something he had to ask for so Clay knew it was pleasurable.
“Finger me?” he begged, breathlessly. “A little spit, a little poke-e-ta poke-e-ta? Please?”
Clay’s laughter filled the room and vibrated against Dane’s dick and his abdomen. And then, oh bless him, he did what Dane asked. He let his spit trickle down between Dane’s meticulously cleaned cheeks and played with his pucker, pushing in a little, pulling out, not even to the first knuckle. In some more, out, the subtle burn enough to push the blowjob from “super-pleasurable haze” to “increasingly urgent stimulation.”
“Mmnangh….” Dane thought he was going to make a word there—something like “more” or “yes” or “please God keep going!” But no word could be made. Instead he hunched his hips lower, impaling himself deeper on Clay’s careful finger, and moaned.
Clay pulled his mouth off Dane’s cock and laughed softly. “You are not subtle, are you?”
“Mmangh?” he pleaded, and bless Clay for reading his mind, he added another finger there, stretching him further, and then squeezed his cock, stroking up and licking the head.
Suddenly Dane wanted to be on his hands and knees, where Clay Carpenter’s oh-so-perceptive gaze couldn’t rest on his face, watching him enjoy this so much. He was barely comfortable asking for things when it was a faceless cock, nameless hands, a boyfriend he didn’t intend to keep. But Clay was watching him, taking notes on how to make Dane come undone, and for a moment, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with that.
And then—oh! Oh! Clay’s fingers were thick, capable, and that third one in his backside made him as wide as a cock, stretching his entrance. And now he was beyond shy, beyond hazy, pounding the bed with one hand and Clay’s back with the other.