by BA Tortuga
“You feel amazing, Josh. So hot.” One rough thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock.
His ass clenched, tightened so hard it threatened to cramp. Josh panted, shaking, his orgasm right there on the edge of his spine.
“Shh. We got all night, Josh.”
All night. Oh fuck, what a beautiful dream. Kris and him, a sweaty tangle of sheets. His prick was hard as nails, his balls aching, and he sucked in a deep breath, trying to grab hold of some sort of control. Grab. Good idea. Josh reached down and tugged at his balls.
“Good, Josh. Good. Breathe with me.”
“Trying. You… you feel like heaven.” Like the best possible high. Nothing had ever taken him out of himself like Kris’s loving.
“So do you. I’ve been dreaming about you this last week.” That voice dripped sex like a trail of honey.
“Oh God.” He spread a little, balancing himself.
“I have. I want you.” Kris stroked his cock, the other hand pushing down to touch his ass.
“Please.” He didn’t want anything more than this, than that touch.
“So hot. I don’t remember it being like this, Josh. So urgent.”
He didn’t worry about it. He didn’t want to remember; he wanted to know right now. Maybe tonight was all he would have, and he set out to memorize every touch, especially when Kris tapped his hole.
“Are you going to let me have you?” Kris asked.
Josh nodded, because Kris had always had him. Always.
“Oh fuck, yeah. I want. Can you reach the towel over there?” Kris pointed past him to the ledge on the tub where a towel lay rolled up.
“Uh-huh.” He stretched, arched for it, and Kris moaned low.
He could show off a little, right? Prove he still had what it took to make Kris crazy.
“Damn, babe. Your ass is… so fine.”
“It’s yours if you want it,” Josh shot back.
The little swat was all water, both of them laughing together.
“I want.” When Kris rolled open the towel, condoms and lube lay inside.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t want to know, so he just let himself believe that Kris had planned this, had wanted him enough to give him another chance.
What a beautiful fantasy.
“How do you want me?”
“Here in the tub this time, babe.” Kris licked the back of his neck.
He dropped his chin to his chest, pushing back with his hips. Now was good for him.
“So pretty.” Kris slipped warm fingers over the curve of his ass, shaping him, pushing him into the position Kris wanted him in. Then one slick finger slid inside him. The pressure wasn’t nearly enough, but it was good. So good.
He hated to ruin anything by babbling, but words escaped anyway. “More, Kris. Taking too long.”
“I have you. I have you, baby.” Kris added another finger.
“Promise?” Josh wasn’t asking for long term, but it might kill him if he fell right this moment.
“I swear.” Kris sounded so serious.
“Thank God.” He was gonna fly so high. Kris cupped his ass, thumb spreading him wide. His balls were lapped every now and again by the churning water.
“Gonna be inside you soon. Taking you.”
“Soon.” It had been a while. A long while. The last cock he’d taken had been the one about to push into him.
“You’re tight, though,” Kris said, as if he’d read Josh’s mind. “Need to loosen you up.”
“Sorry. Been a while.”
“Me too. I’m afraid I’ll get too eager.” The soft laugh against his neck relaxed him, made him feel less gauche. If Kris was right there with him, he didn’t need to be self-conscious.
“I’ll tell you if you need to back down. Promise.”
“That’s good.” A long, slow glide of those fingers inside him made him moan. Kris was better at this now. “Damn, baby. You’re like silk inside.”
“Soon. Promise me you’ll fuck me soon.” His body was clenching and unclenching in time.
“When I know you’re ready. I won’t hurt you.”
“No.” Not now. Later, well, he didn’t want to think about it. Maybe they could….
Stop it.
“Shh. You got all tense, babe. Relax.” Kris pressed kisses along the top of his spine.
Sensitive man. In some ways, anyway. Kris could usually gauge Josh’s mood, but he couldn’t talk about what was bothering him at all.
His eyelids dropped, and he just gave up and let himself feel. All the worry in the world didn’t help. In fact, it would hinder this magical thing between them.
Kris touched him deep, stroking him, and lightning slammed up along his spine.
“God, you’re hot. So hard for you,” Kris murmured. “Been wanting to do this for so long.”
“Good.” He wanted Kris to be screaming for him.
“Almost ready.” Kris was taking his damned time.
“Me or you?” He had to tease, had to or else he was going to lose his goddamned mind.
“You, baby.” Kris bit him, nipping at his shoulder.
He went up on tiptoe, his cock nudging the edge of the tub.
“Stay right there.” The condom wrapper crinkled, and Kris grunted, shimmying into place behind him.
Josh just tried to breathe. That was really all he could do. He gripped the lip of the tub, bore down, and let Kris take him. The pressure was unexpectedly gentle, pushing against him.
Kris slid in, but so slowly, inch by inch. Soon Josh would be the one screaming. He fought for equilibrium, to make room inside him. His body reminded him with every heartbeat how long it had been.
“Shh. You’re okay?”
Was he? He didn’t know about that. He thought maybe he was broken, soul deep.
“I need to move, Josh. Need to.”
“Please. Fuck me.” He just wanted to be split apart and laid open.
“Yeah.” Kris snapped like a piece of piano wire. Josh could hear it when all that control went, and Kris shoved into him.
He took it, not even sure if he was fucking erect, not sure about anything but that this was Kris, this was happening. Kris wanted him.
Then Kris reached around and touched his cock, and he felt it all, from ass to tip, then into his belly and chest.
“Fuck….” Josh arched, his teeth clicking together.
“That’s the idea,” Kris said, breathless as anything.
He would have told the butthead that he was… well, a butthead, but since both his butt and his head were busy, Josh just groaned.
They got moving, Kris pushing him back and forth, demanding more. And he gave it, all he had. Josh clamped down with his muscles, drawing Kris deeper, and Kris shouted, moving harder.
His feet wanted to slip, but he didn’t allow it. He needed this. No accidents allowed. His abs ached from holding him up, but Kris was solid as a rock.
Kris’s forehead rested against his nape, teeth on his skin. The heat of it made him shake, made him beg.
“Jesus, you’re on fire.” Kris’s voice read like sex made into sound.
“I am. For you.” He panted out the words, too far gone to try to be coherent.
“Shh.” Kris kissed his shoulder again, nibbling on him, distracting him. The movement of that cock inside him should be all he understood.
It was enough.
It had to be.
“Harder, Kris.”
“Fuck, yes.” Kris slammed against him, and he cried out, the sound pure joy.
Josh could take anything Kris gave him, that hand around his cock pushing and pulling, dragging the need right through him.
“I got you, baby. I won’t let you fall.”
God, he hoped not. “So good.”
“Fuck. Soon.”
Yeah. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be able to hold it in. He was going to come right into Kris’s hand. His ass clenched, gripping Kris’s cock hard.
“Josh!” Kris came inside him, and even with the
condom, Josh swore he could feel every pulse.
His climax followed like night followed day, his entire body tightening around Kris, holding them together.
They floated gently when the storm ended, both of them panting. Kris kissed his neck gently, a happy sigh sounding against his skin. “Come to bed with me, baby? So we can do it again?”
He nodded. “Please.”
Yes.
If he’d hit his head, or if this was all he got, he wanted to savor it. Josh wanted to keep this going as long as he could.
4
Kris woke up feeling pleasantly sore, warm, and ridiculously pleased. He had no regrets about the night before. Not one. Josh was a far more generous lover now than he had been six years ago, taking his time, really letting things go where they would.
Hell, sex when both of them were not on a college bender had to be infinitely better anyway.
He’d decided, while he was waiting for Josh to get out of the bathroom last night, that he was going to take something to remember, something to hold on to. Something that wasn’t part of a long-ago past. This whole thing might soon be over, but Kris believed Josh was the love of his life, so he had to make a good memory to clutch to his chest in the coming lonely years.
When he rolled to one side, he found Josh right there, and he kissed the back of Josh’s neck.
“Mmm. Love.” Josh stretched, hummed for him, rocked against him.
“Morning.” Kris nibbled a little, wanting to savor the moment.
“You’re warm.”
“Too much?” He knew better. Josh liked the heat.
“It’s perfect.”
“It is.” All these words kept trying to push through him about how he’d missed Josh so much. Nothing good would come from letting them out, and he wasn’t much for mushy anyway.
This wasn’t going to be forever. It wasn’t even going to last all the way back to Austin. He knew it, but he couldn’t care right now.
Right now he needed to hold on.
Kris rocked his hips, pushing against the cradle of Josh’s ass.
“Mmm. Morning.” Josh rolled back.
“Hey. You feeling good?” Josh felt damned fine to him, that was for sure.
“Uh-huh.” That was a soft, satisfied sound.
Kris understood. They could lie here and forget the world. He let himself rock, let the slide of skin and sheets lie to him, whisper sweet nothings. He closed his eyes, lips on Josh’s neck, his chest against Josh’s back, sharing heartbeats. His prick slipped between Josh’s legs, the brush of inner thigh on his hard cock like sliding through a satin curtain.
His breath caught, and Kris did it again. God, talk about delicious. His eyelids fluttered, and his heart hiccupped. That skin made him want too many things, made him wake up from sweaty dreams at night.
Kris’s fingers traveled north with a mind of their own, searching for those sweet nipples. Kris plucked at him when he found them, loving the way Josh moaned. When Kris tugged again, Josh tightened his legs, grabbed at him.
He grunted, the head of his cock squeezed there between Josh’s thighs, their skin making an actual noise when they rubbed together. He parted his lips, flicked his tongue out to taste Josh’s skin.
Yum. He loved everything about the way Josh felt and tasted.
Stop it. Stop it. No loving anything. Just enjoy it.
Love complicated things way too much. He and Josh were ending, not beginning.
Still, there wasn’t a lack of need there. In fact, he could eat Josh alive, right now, take him over and over until they both screamed with it.
“You have any appointments this morning, baby?” He asked, because he wanted it, wanted to slam in and bury himself.
“No. No, we were just gonna hit Canyon Road, remember?”
“Good.” He rolled Josh over, cock sliding into the crack of Josh’s tight little ass.
“Hungry man.” Josh chuckled, then wiggled, making Kris cross his eyes. “You going to fuck me again?”
“Are you too sore?” Even his raging desire would fade at the idea of hurting Josh, so he had to ask.
“I’ll feel every inch.”
“That’s good, right?” Kris rubbed harder, his cock sliding into the crease.
“Fucking amazing.”
Josh’s body felt like heaven on earth. Kris wanted to taste it all, every inch of skin. His lips fastened on Josh’s shoulder, pulling the blood up under the skin.
“Kris.” Josh’s voice went low and rough, that body undulating against his.
“Mmm. Your skin always did mark up so pretty. All that pale skin.” The tattoos kept his marks from showing in some places, but that was okay. Those gave him patterns to trace.
“Payment for all the sunburns, huh?”
“You ought to get something out of that, yeah. Remember that time in Corpus? You could have gone as a lobster for Halloween.”
“Shut up.” Josh swatted him, chuckling softly.
“Hey! It’s the truth. You’re better with sunscreen now.”
“I’m better now. I was young and stupid.”
“God, we both were.” He backed off just enough to flip Josh over for a kiss.
Josh pushed right into it, one leg wrapping around him, dragging them tight together. Right. Shut up. Talking never worked for them. Sex did.
Sex had never been an issue. Never.
Kris knew it wouldn’t cause a problem now.
He dove into the kiss, tongue fucking Josh’s lips like there was nothing on earth he’d rather do. Slow, sweet, the kiss eased their frantic pace. He got a chance to feel Josh’s hands sliding over his back, almost petting him. Telling him to stay right there, that it would all be okay.
This low sound escaped him, part happy, part deeply broken. He pushed hard into Josh’s embrace, wanting more. Josh held on, their kiss smoldering, setting him on fire.
Lube. Where had he—was it by the tub? Shit.
Josh rubbed against him, nudging his cock, driving him crazy.
“I need the lube. Condom. Where?” Kris felt scattered. Incoherent.
“Close. We had a twofer last night.”
“Oh.” The nightstand seemed far away, but he managed to snag the tube there. “Good call.”
“I’m brilliant.”
“You’re something else.” He grinned, fighting the tiny lid on the lube.
Josh took the tube from him, opened it, and handed it back. Clever artist’s fingers. Kris hummed, then squirted out some of the gel.
He could be clever too. He pushed his fingers between them, slicking that tiny hole. Hot, a little swollen, Josh felt like heaven, and the grip on his fingers when he pressed in was perfect.
“Gonna love you so hard, Josh.”
“Please.” Josh looked him right in the eyes, not hiding a bit. “Please, man.”
His heart pounded, and he pressed his fingers deep, needing to move. Josh’s hips rocked into the touch, moving against him and, damn. Damn, how the fuck was he supposed to walk away from this?
Kris licked the sweat off Josh’s neck. No. Goddamn. Thinking.
He fucked Josh’s hole with his thumbs, pushing good and hard, making sure Josh felt it.
“Fuck.” Josh’s face screwed up into a pained expression, but the way he pushed down on Kris’s hands told a different story. One of pure need.
“I got you. I so got your ass.”
“Anytime now.” Josh bared his teeth. So damned cute. He took a playful kiss, even as his thumbs still teased Josh’s tiny little hole.
Kris wanted to make this last. To memorize Josh.
“Come on, lover. Please. So empty without you.” Josh wiggled, tempting him beyond reason.
“Yeah.” He just needed to get the condom on. Kris gritted his teeth at his own touch, his cock ready to go off like a rocket.
Josh reached down to touch him, and Kris pushed that curious hand away. “Too close, baby.”
“I can squeeze.” Josh grinned, the expression wild, needy.
“Butthead.” God, that was a good look.
“Not! Helping.”
“I got it.” Kris took a deep breath before getting his covered cock lined up with Josh’s hole. He felt the ring of muscles clench, almost like they were kissing the tip of his prick hello.
A deep breath swelled his chest, and Kris held back for a moment, needing to calm down. Okay, he could do this.
Josh’s hand landed right in the center of his chest, steadying him, stabilizing him. He nodded, the touch a grounding force. Then he slid forward, going deep inside Josh’s body.
Josh groaned, the sound ending in a low hiss. Seated firmly, Kris stopped to stare down at Josh, taking a mental snapshot.
He wanted to remember this until the day he died—Josh lost in passion, sober and wanting him. Seconds ticked by before Josh clamped down on him and he had to move. He had to suck in his moan as he began to slam into that perfect ass.
The heat, the tight grasp of Josh’s body, conspired to make him cry out, though. His ass clenched so tight that his glutes damn near cramped, and his cock grew what felt like another inch. Goddamn, he was never gonna make it through this.
“Harder, man. I need this. You.”
“Yeah. Anything, baby.” Kris worked his hips back and forth.
He slammed into Josh’s ass, cock bumping him deep inside. Kris sawed back and forth, all finesse lost, his ability to hold back gone.
Josh took him, every inch, low cries filling the air. They rocked, Josh’s legs coming up around his waist to hold him even closer. Yeah. Yeah, just like that. They moved the whole bed, headboard banging against the wall.
He sure hoped everyone else was awake.
Josh hooted, a wild sound like a huge bird. Kris laughed too, the sound bouncing off the walls. Together they were enough to blow his mind.
Pressure built in his balls again, and he moved faster, the springs singing.
“Close.” The single word was just a moan.
“Yes. Want us to come together, baby.” Kris knew what a long shot that was, but they could try.
“Uh-huh.” Josh grabbed his cock, started stroking nice and steady.
“That’s perfect. Baby. Oh God.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Perfect.”
Kris wanted to help, but he couldn’t pry his fingers off Josh’s hips. All he could do was thrust, feeling Josh around him. Josh’s shoulders rolled up, ass pushing harder against him.