Cam Boy

by Quinn Anderson

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom, okay? If we get too carried away out here, I may decide the couch will do.”

  “I’m all right with the couch.” Josh ran his tongue along his abused bottom lip.

  This man knows exactly how to work me.

  “Nice try, but we’re having sex on a bed. Trust me, you’re going to want to be comfortable.”

  Leaving their shoes and Mike’s jacket by the door, Mike led the way through the apartment to his bedroom in the back. He kept his room neat and made his bed every morning, so when he opened the door, they were met with a presentable scene: white sheets, fluffy pillows, and tasteful furniture. No pile of laundry on the floor like in Josh’s room.

  Josh trailed a hand down the curve of Mike’s back. “It’s just how I pictured it.”

  “You’ve imagined what my bedroom looks like before?”

  Josh’s gaze fell to his toes. “Maybe once or twice.”

  Mike pulled Josh into his arms, pressing their foreheads together. “I like it a lot better with you in it. I’m happy you’re finally here.”

  “Me too. I get the feeling I’m about to be a whole lot happier, though.” Josh reached for the hem of his own shirt and lifted it teasingly up over his stomach. “Want another striptease like the one I gave you before? I’ve been practicing.”

  “Have you?”

  “Of course. After I saw your moves at the club, I couldn’t let you dance circles around me.”

  “Next time. There’s a lot of new ground I want to cover.” Mike peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside. The look on Josh’s face as he drank him in made his blood hot. “Clothes off. Now.”

  Josh shivered, already moving to comply. “You’re a little bossy in the bedroom, aren’t you?”

  Mike’s pulse started to race as Josh pulled his shirt off and threw it next to Mike’s on the floor. “Maybe a little.”

  “I was surprised by how much I liked it before.” Josh started on his jeans, popping the button open with one hand while his eyes stayed fixed on Mike. “When we cammed together, and you told me how to touch myself.”

  Mike watched Josh undress, fighting a desire to pounce on him that grew with every item of clothing he removed. “I could do that again, but I’d much rather be the one touching you.”

  Josh unzipped his pants and hesitated halfway through the motion of pushing them down. “I like it when you take control, though. Can we have a little of both?”

  Mike had been aroused since the restaurant, but that stroked something deep within him. He cocked his head to the side and smiled in a way that probably looked predatory. “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

  Josh licked his lips, green eyes shining behind lowered lashes. “Please.”

  Arousal, thick and intoxicating, sunk into Mike’s very bones. He had to take a breath before he could speak again. “Strip down to your underwear and get on the bed.”

  “Fuck yeah.” Josh had his pants off in three seconds flat and stepped backward to the bed, eyes never leaving Mike.

  “On your knees.”

  Without hesitation, Josh climbed onto the bed and faced the headboard. He didn’t peek behind him like Mike expected. Instead, he waited patiently for Mike to walk over and stand next to him. The urge to smack his ass was overwhelming, but Mike restrained himself. There would be plenty of time for that when he finally, finally had Josh naked and sprawled across his sheets. Where he belonged.

  Mike didn’t speak. He reached for his belt and undid it, letting the buckle make metal clicking sounds that were resonant in the silence. He’d noticed when they were in the bathroom at the club that Josh had seemed to react to the sound. Like last time, Josh started breathing faster as soon as he heard it. A quiver traveled down his bare back, arching his spine. It was beautiful and deeply sexy. Mike hadn’t touched himself once, and yet every little reaction that rippled through Josh made him infinitesimally harder.

  Much as Mike wanted to tease him, he was too turned on to draw this out. He hastily disrobed, and when he was naked, he reached out and traced a single finger down Josh’s spine.

  Josh inhaled sharply. The anticipation must have heightened his senses. Mike stopped when he reached the small of his back, splayed a hand across it, and then dipped it below the waistband of his underwear.

  By the time Mike grabbed a handful of his ass, Josh was quivering. His back moved with his labored breaths like a rising and ebbing tide. His whole body seemed tuned in to what Mike was doing, from his tense shoulders to his heated skin.

  Mike worked his underwear down with one hand, a single inch at a time. He left it around his thighs and stood back to admire him. “You’re beautiful.”

  Another tremor rippled through Josh. “Do something. The suspense is killing me.”

  Mike gave in and smacked him on the ass. “What’s the magic word?”

  “Abracadabra.”

  Chuckling, Mike slid his fingers into Josh’s hair only to grip it and use it to haul him up onto his knees. Josh didn’t resist; in fact, when Mike tightened his hold, Josh moaned. Mike said, “You’re only punishing yourself. I can do this all night.”

  Josh made a helpless noise. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.”

  Josh’s expression was priceless: a mixture of desire, petulance, and acceptance. “Please, Mike. I want you so badly.”

  “Much better.”

  Mike let go of Josh’s hair and kneeled on the bed. He nestled up close to Josh, back to chest, and slid an arm around his waist. Josh leaned against his body, resting his head on Mike’s shoulder, reaching up to touch Mike’s hair, the nape of his neck, whatever bits of him he could reach. It was intimate and almost innocent, until Josh rocked his hips, rubbing Mike’s cock with his ass. Mike indulged him, thrusting lightly between his cheeks. Josh made soft, pleasured noises that Mike could easily imagine becoming addicted to.

  Much as he was enjoying the soft touches, the need for more was building in him, like a coil tensing to spring. He let go of Josh’s waist. “Turn around. I want to see your face.”

  Josh shifted on the bed until they were facing each other. Mike was surprised to find him looking down, light eyelashes leaving shadows on his cheeks.

  “Hey.” Mike touched his chin, lifting it up. “You all right?”

  Josh’s eyes swept over his face before dipping down to his body. Mike swore he felt them trail down his chest, his sides, his hips, like Josh had actually touched him. “I feel like if I look at you, I’m gonna explode.” He trailed a finger along Mike’s collarbone. “One of these days I’m going to kiss every freckle on your body.”

  A different sort of arousal seeped into Mike, something warm and sweet like honey. “Better get started. There are a lot of them.”

  “This one’s my favorite.” Josh brushed a finger against the corner of Mike’s mouth, where he happened to know he had a freckle that was almost on his lip. Josh followed the touch with his own mouth. “It was the first thing I notice about you. The second I saw it, I knew I wanted to kiss it.” And he did, softly and with so much reverence, it made Mike ache.

  He’d had a lot of sex in his life. In every position imaginable, with toys and props and some of the world’s most beautiful people, but Mike had never felt so engaged by a partner.

  He turned his head a fraction, and their lips met. He kissed Josh with deliberation, with all the exhilarating emotion that was simmering in him. Josh must have sensed it, because he sunk into the kiss like Mike was air and he couldn’t breathe without him.

  Within seconds, it grew heated. Mike found himself pushing Josh back onto the bed, climbing on top of him, slotting their bodies together so he could feel every inch of him at once. There wasn’t a part of Josh he didn’t want to touch, and he couldn’t wait to feel him inside and out.

  Josh pulled his underwear all the way off and wrapped his legs around him. When their groins came together—hot and velvety soft—Mike’s desire came to a boil.

  He broke the kis
s with a gasp. “Stay right there.” He disentangled himself and reached for the nightstand. Before he could do more than open the bottom drawer, something warm pressed against his back.

  “I told you to stay put,” he said without an ounce of venom.

  “I couldn’t.” Josh slid his arms around him and nosed the back of Mike’s neck. “You were too far away.”

  “Keep acting up, and I’ll smack your ass again.”

  “Mmm.” Josh nibbled on his earlobe. “You’ve given me the perfect motivation.”

  Grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube, Mike placed them within reach, turned around, and picked Josh up by the waist, only to toss him back onto the mattress. Josh giggled until Mike pounced on him, covering Josh’s mouth with his. Then his laughter morphed into moans as Mike slipped a hand between them and found his cock, palming it. Josh convulsed under him, arching his hips up into the touch. Mike expertly stroked him with one hand while the other reached for the lube.

  When he had it, he sat up and silenced Josh’s whine of protest by holding it where Josh could see it. “You all right with bottoming this time?”

  “If I said no, would you let me top?”

  “Yes.”

  The look on Josh’s face was so priceless, Mike wanted to frame it and hang it over his mantle.

  “Seriously?”

  “Of course. You don’t think I’m gonna top every time, do you?”

  “But you said . . . when we met, you were all—”

  Mike shook his head. “Sean Hardwood is a career power top. Mike Harwood is a little more flexible. A little, mind. I’m talking special occasions. I think tonight qualifies.”

  Josh’s eyes darted between him and the lube before he blew out a breath. “Rain check. I want you to fuck me.”

  Mike salivated. “Are you sure?” He wasn’t asking because he doubted Josh’s sincerity. He wanted to hear him say it again.

  Josh came through in a big way. “Yes, Mike. Fuck me. Please.”

  It was like obscene music to Mike’s ears. He tossed the bottle of lube at Josh. It landed on his chest with a soft sound. “Get ready.”

  Josh glanced down at it. “I thought you said you wanted to ‘spend hours fucking me with your fingers.’”

  “I do, and at some point, I will, but I’ve had enough foreplay for now. After all that backtalk, you’re in for a hard and dirty fuck.”

  Josh’s hand blurred, he grabbed the bottle so fast. Mike watched in satisfaction as he uncapped it, lubed up his fingers, and slipped one into himself with enough enthusiasm to make Mike’s cock twitch with envy.

  He added a second finger and then seemed to find the right spot. He threw his head back with a gasp while pre-come appeared at the head of his dick. The sight was mesmerizing and spurred Mike into action. He had the condom open and on in three quick movements.

  Josh opened a bleary eye. “How do you want me?” His thighs were spread wide, and he now had three fingers moving shallowly in and out of his hole. He shivered and shut his eyes again, possibly from the pleasure that was making his hips arch off the bed, or possibly from the sweat starting to drip down his face.

  “Christ. How you are right now is perfect. So sexy.”

  Josh made a helpless noise and fucked himself a little harder. Mike was really going to have to ask him about that whole praise-kink thing later.

  “I mean it, Josh. I feel like I could come from watching you like this, so desperate and beautiful.” He kneeled between Josh’s legs and bent down to nuzzle his neck. “You think you’re ready enough?”

  With a whine, Josh pulled his fingers out of himself. “Yeah. And if I’m not, I bet I’ll like it anyway. What was that you said at the club? You wanted to feel me clenching around your cock?”

  It was Mike’s turn to whine as he took himself in hand and pressed the head of his cock against Josh’s hole. “Good memory.”

  “It’s hard to forget an image that hot.” Josh rolled his hips, breaching himself. “I doubt I’ll ever forget this.”

  Mike pushed in slowly. He managed to pop the head in before Josh clenched and he had to stop. “All right?”

  “Yeah.” Josh was panting, eyes lidded. “More.”

  “You gotta relax.”

  Josh grabbed on to his shoulders and seemed to use those as an anchor. After a breath, he unclenched. Before Mike could stop himself, he slipped into him by another two inches. Fuck, that’s good.

  It was so hard to stop with Josh so pliant and inviting beneath him, but through great exertion, he took it slow. Josh still had his shoulders in a death grip. He waited until Josh relaxed again before thrusting about three-quarters of the way in.

  “Holy shit.” Josh sucked in a breath. “I feel so full. That was it, right?”

  “It can be. I don’t have to go all the way. Or we can stop altogether.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare.” Josh spread his legs farther apart. “I can take it. I wanna take it.”

  Mike exhaled and rested his sweaty brow against Josh’s. “I’m not strong enough to resist if you say it’s okay. You need to mean it, because I want to fuck you with everything I have.”

  As if to prove his point, Josh moved his hips like he intended to have the rest whether Mike gave it to him or not. “I mean it. Please, Mike. I want it.”

  Mike groaned and with one smooth movement sunk into Josh until he couldn’t anymore. Josh cried out, and for a horrified second, Mike thought it was too much, but then his cry morphed into a moan. “Oh God, move. Please move. I need it.”

  “Take a breath, and—”

  Josh kissed him so hard, Mike felt teeth. He hooked a leg around his waist, and with Mike fully seated inside him, it felt like he was closing the last connection that kept their bodies apart. He spoke against his lips: “Mike. Fuck me.”

  Mike’s resolve splintered. He pulled out of Josh by a few inches and slid back in. His pace was slow but deliberate, and Josh shuddered beneath him. There were so many sensations—the smell of Josh’s skin and sweat, their slick bodies, Josh’s hands and legs anchoring him even as he wanted to lose himself in the deep thrum of pleasure resonating through him.

  He scraped together enough cohesion to ask, “How does it feel?”

  “It burns,” Josh said, “but it’s a good burn. Just on the right side of pain, and I feel so full. I didn’t think I’d like it, but . . .” Mike thrust all the way into him again, and Josh made a garbled noise. “Shit, yeah. Bury yourself in me.”

  Mike pulled out again, almost all the way, and thrust hard back in. “Like that?”

  Josh’s head fell back against the bed. “Yes, so good. Feels so good.”

  Mike increased his pace, and Josh’s voice rose in volume. It had been so long since Mike had heard someone be genuinely vocal in bed, it sent a hot burst of pleasure through him. “You feel good, Josh. So tight and hot.”

  “Fuck yeah.” Josh groaned and tightened his legs around him. “Tell me how good I’m doing. Tell me how well I’m taking your cock.”

  Praise kink confirmed.

  “You’re doing great, baby. I love watching you take my cock. You look so hot. Tell me what feels good.” Mike changed his angle and tried a series of short, shallow thrusts.

  Josh shook his head. “Not that.”

  “How about this?” Mike put his hands under Josh’s hips, lifting him up, and changed his rhythm to long, deep, rocking motions.

  “That’s good.” Josh wriggled under him like he was searching for something. “I think I can make it better if— Oh. Oh. Do that again.”

  Mike had added a grinding motion to the end of his last thrust. He pushed in again and repeated the movement. He was rewarded by Josh jolting as if he’d been shocked. “Mike, oh God. That’s it.”

  “Hold on. I think I know what you need.” Mike sunk deeply into him and ground his hips in slow, wide circles.

  Josh lost it. He threw his arms over Mike’s shoulders and dug his nails into Mike’s back, moaning louder than before. H
e arched up off the bed like he was trying to draw Mike deeper into him. “Mike, please, don’t stop. Need this. Need you.”

  Mike could listen to him all night, but the coil that had begun winding in him earlier had tightened to critical levels. Pretty soon, it was going to spring, and he could only imagine how powerful the force behind it would be. “Are you close?”

  Josh nodded, eyes shut and mouth slack. His hair was dark with sweat, and a full-body flush had heated his skin. He looked lewd and beautiful at the same time. His hips made little stuttering motions in time with Mike’s thrusts. Not enough to upset Mike’s rhythm, but it made him aware of Josh’s cock wedged between their stomachs, sliding easily thanks to sweat and pre-come.

  Mike reached between them and wrapped a hand around it. It was like he’d touched Josh with a live wire. Josh spasmed and canted up, sliding his cock between Mike’s fingers. Mike didn’t need any more encouragement. Without stopping the slow grind that had brought Josh to the edge, Mike pumped him with all the finesse he could manage. Josh only made it through a few jerky strokes, and then he came unraveled as if Mike had pulled on a loose thread.

  Despite being so vocal earlier, Josh’s orgasm was quiet. Wordless. Like the breath had been stolen from his lungs. His muscles seized up, locking him with his neck thrown back and his legs still tight around Mike’s waist.

  It was one of the most purely erotic things Mike had ever witnessed, and while Josh was swept up in the throes, he switched from grinding to fucking him in earnest. Half a dozen thrusts later, the world blackened, and deep, raw pleasure burst through him. He came with a shout that was muffled by Josh’s neck, though he had no memory of burying his face there. He sensed nothing but the salt of Josh’s sweat on his lips and the heat that seemed to envelop him.

  He had no idea how long it took him to come down, but when he did Josh was panting.

  “Damn,” he said, eyes open but glassy.

  “Same.” Mike eased himself gently out of Josh and rolled over. The sheets were cool against his hot skin, but Josh was warm next to him. Mike was exhausted and sweaty and needed to throw the condom away, but an earthquake couldn’t have moved him in this moment.