“Being naked doesn’t bug you, does it?” Lucas shook his head, a tone of wonder to his voice. “Do you even wear clothes at home or just walk around naked all the time?”
“Don’t exactly have a home.” Hell. Cody hadn’t meant to reveal that. Ashley was the only one here who knew his true situation. “I mean, I usually have roommates, so going naked isn’t always an option. But some don’t care.”
“You don’t . . . where’s your stuff? Where will you go after the show?” Lucas sat up more, leaning forward. Concern made his face all droopy. Fuck pity. Cody rolled his eyes, but Lucas ignored him and kept talking.
“I’ve got a storage unit and my van. You got any idea what it costs to live in LA?”
“So, what, you couch surf?” Lucas sounded like Cody lived in the park.
“Sometimes. If I’m not in LA for too long. If I’m on the road, it’s motels and the van and friends in other cities.” Or guys he picked up at clubs, but Lucas didn’t need to know that. “If I’m here for a while, I find some guys to share with. That’s how I met Ashley, and later Keith.”
“Oh.” Lucas was quiet for a long minute. “Did you and him . . .”
“You wanna play twenty questions or you wanna see me jerk?”
“Just curious. If you guys were boyfriends or whatever.”
“Or whatever. I don’t do boyfriends. We made out a couple of times. He blew me.” Cody shrugged, trying to keep his face neutral. “He saw the straight light and hooked up with a girl with bigger balls than most dudes. Whatever.”
“You do . . . this with him?” Lucas’s voice went soft. Ah. So that’s what he was after—he was jealous. Warmth spread down Cody’s chest.
“Nah. Last time I did something like this was high school.”
Lucas’s nose wrinkled.
Darn it. Cody should’ve lied and said this was a first. He could usually read guys better than this. He hadn’t been kidding about being a kink whisperer—he figured out a guy’s kinks and used the hell out of that knowledge. But that was also what was so damn addictive about Lucas—the combination of the lure of secrets and the power trip of being in control.
With every sharp intake of Lucas’s breath and full-body blush, power surged through Cody. With other guys he had to do all sorts of tricks to get them to think they were the ones in charge, even though it was always Cody. But with Lucas, he didn’t have to play games. Hell, Lucas seemed to love it—the more Cody pushed, the more pliant Lucas became, the more his pants bulged and his eyes darkened.
“How’d you do it?” Lucas whispered.
“Well, for starters, I wasn’t the only one with my dick out.” Cody looked pointedly at the covers pooled around Lucas’s lap.
“Oh.” Lucas chewed his lip.
“Take your shirt off.” Cody gave the order before Lucas could freak at showing off his dick. They could work up to that.
“Umm—” Lucas’s hands stayed at his sides.
“Even ‘live-porn’ stars get fluffers.” He made air quotes and gave Lucas a pointed look. “You gotta give me something to go on.”
“I’m hardly man candy.” Lucas blushed harder, his cheeks bright red now.
“Man candy?” Cody had to laugh. “Get it off.”
“Okay, okay.” Lucas tugged his shirt off.
He’d been lying. His chest was plenty inspiring—wide and muscled, with more fur than most guys their age. Cody wanted to rub up against it. He wanted to suck those tight pink nipples, too.
“Not bad.” Cody grabbed his dick, giving it a long pull. “How about you? You done this before with roommates?”
“Nah.” Lucas twisted the comforter. “Living in the dorms, you hear stuff, you know? Middle-of-the-night sort of thing. But not like this.”
Might be stupid, but Cody liked having the first dick Lucas had seen in person. He preened a bit, arching his back before stroking his dick.
“It turn you on?”
“Yeah.” Lucas kept his eyes on the comforter.
“You get off on it?”
“Sometimes.” His voice was so low Cody had to strain to hear him. “Not always right then. But if I could be quiet enough . . .”
Cody’s dick pulsed in his hand at the memory of Lucas’s almost silent orgasm the other night. That had been wicked hot—made Cody’s pulse speed up at the idea of being the one to make him let loose.
“Yeah? Show me how.”
“Thought you were the one giving the show.”
Cody removed his hand from his dick and raised his eyebrows. God, this was a thousand times better than jerking off alone. Lucas looked at him with a mix of fear and awe and anticipation—a heady brew of neediness, making Cody’s dick feel huge.
Lucas responded by snaking a hand under the sheets and blankets.
“Dude. Really?” Cody pointed at himself. “Naked here. Showing you what I do.”
“This is how I do it.” Lucas was back to talking to the wall.
“You got a fabric fetish?” Cody tilted his head, considering. He could work with that.
“I have a prefer-not-to-be-caught habit.”
“Even when you watch this porn you allow yourself?” He was dying to know all of Lucas’s rules.
“Usually take my laptop in bed with me.” Lucas’s blush spread from his face and neck, across his chest. “I mean . . . I read under the covers, too.”
“You’re too darn cute.” Cody laughed. “But I wanna see your dick.” He gave his dick several long, slow pulls, running his thumb along the head.
Lucas took the bait, squishing his eyes shut as he tugged the sheet away.
Cody swallowed hard to keep a laugh in, then swallowed a second time because the tip of Lucas’s dick poked through the fly of his plaid pajamas pants. The little flash of dick was sexier than the go-go boys in G-strings at the West Hollywood club he liked.
Lucas’s jaw fell open and he rubbed the outside of his pants.
“Come on. I wanna see it.” His voice was more whine than command, but it still worked. Lucas started to pull his dick out of his fly, then gave up and shoved his pants down his thighs. Like his build, Lucas’s dick was shorter than Cody’s but thicker, with a plump, uncut head. God, Cody wanted to suck him, wanted to get down on his knees, play with his foreskin with his tongue, take him deep, and feel the press of that broad head against his throat. Lucas’s hands twisted against his bunched-up pants like he couldn’t seem to figure out what to do next.
Locking eyes with him, Cody stroked himself more deliberately, giving him a bit more show with stretching into it and using his other hand to play with his balls. Lucas rewarded him with a low moan that vibrated through Cody, rattling his ribs and tightening his throat. God, he loved Lucas’s sounds.
But he loved dirty talk even more. “You gonna tell me what your kink is?”
“No.” Lucas’s voice shook. Eyes drifting closed, his hand sped up.
“Blindfolds? Whips? Come on. Give me something.”
“No.” Lucas’s eyes opened. Cody supposed he was trying to look stern, but he failed miserably. That look was back—the one that practically begged Cody to push him.
“If you don’t tell me—” Cody withdrew his hand from his dick— “I’m going to assume it’s something way out there. Farts? Latex? Being fucked with a metal chain?”
“Please tell me you’ve never done that.” Lucas’s mouth twisted with distaste.
“No. But I could be game for a lot. I told you—”
“You’re the kink whisperer. I know.” Lucas hadn’t stopped touching his dick, but he had slowed down. “And I’m just the lame country guy you’re . . . what exactly? Bribing? Killing time with?”
“Having fun with.” Cody wasn’t going to lie and profess love or even a desire to date. He didn’t do relationships. Lucas intrigued him, and he kind of wanted to knock a little dust from his halo, but he didn’t have feelings for him. Liar. “You’re a lot more fun than I’ve had in a long time.”
Lucas s
ucked on his lips, considering. His eyes narrowed. “Okay. Have fun. But I don’t need . . . kink 101.” His voice sounded anything but firm.
“Tell me.” Cody gave his balls a tug. Warm heat spread up his insides, coiling tighter. His dick dripped and he spread the fluid around. Anticipation hung over him. “Something. A secret maybe? Your dirty talk needs work if you want me to shoot. Tell me what gets you off. Or show me.”
“Hah.” Lucas snorted. “This. This, okay? This turns my crank. More of this. Please.” He drew out the please, a low hiss.
“This? The rubbing one out together?” Cody seriously doubted this was Lucas’s kink. “Or the arguing?”
“The you telling me what to do. That.” Lucas looked away. “Happy now?”
“Very.” Cody felt his own grin all the way to his toes. He had a feeling he’d only discovered the lobby of Lucas’s Empire State Building worth of wants. “I can totally work with bossy.”
“No doubt.” Lucas rolled his eyes. His ability to meet Cody snark for snark made this ten times hotter. He was nothing like the subby guys Cody knew—he didn’t yield easily. And perhaps that was part of Lucas’s fantasy—making Cody work for his submission. And hell if that didn’t make Cody’s pulse speed up and his dick throb. The air in the room thickened, smelling of sex and raw need.
“Want me to tell you how to jerk?”
Lucas nodded, a quick jerk of his head Cody nearly missed.
“Softer. Tease it. You ever try to see how long you can make it last?”
“Hour.” Lucas smiled for the first time that evening. “Maybe more.”
“No shit?” Cody whistled. “Well, then, Mr. Control, show me how you tease it.”
Lucas loosened his grip on his shaft, running a finger up his length and tracing circles just under his head, where his foreskin had retreated. His tip was damp and a dark purple red that made Cody’s mouth water. He needed to taste it—and for once he didn’t care if he got sucked in return. He wanted that thick weight on his tongue, wanted to blow Lucas’s mind by taking him deep until he shot down Cody’s throat.
“Oh, yeah.” Cody loved all guys, but he particularly loved uncut ones; it was fun to play with something different from his own. Loved fucking them and playing with it as he jacked the guy from behind, toying with the tip until he begged Cody to jerk him for real. “Show me more.”
Tugging just the foreskin, Lucas played with it, rolling over the head, stretching it out and letting it snap back. It was looser than some—plenty of play. It gave Cody all sorts of dirty ideas.
“Come over here.”
“No.” This no was firmer, a line in the sand for Lucas. Nothing else was happening tonight. He tried to ignore the sad flop of his stomach and focus on the consolation prize of watching Lucas play with his fat cock.
“Fine.” Cody sighed. “Play with your balls. Show me what you like.” He tugged his own some more, lifting them away from his body and rubbing behind them.
Leaning back, Lucas cupped the heavy globes and traced circles on them with his thumb.
“You ever play with your ass?” Cody asked.
“No.” Lucas blushed red. Cody was pretty sure he was lying but decided not to press him.
“Too bad. Feels awesome.” He slid his finger back and forth along his taint. “Of course a tongue feels even better.”
Lucas made a choking sound.
“Especially if you get a guy who’s really into it. Mmm.” Spreading his legs wider, Cody brought his heels up by his butt, giving Lucas an eyeful. He flicked a finger over his rim. “Giving’s not bad either. Licking right here makes guys go nuts. I can get into it. ’Specially if fucking’s on the menu for afterward. You want that?”
“Uhhh.” Lucas pulled harder on his dick.
“Not good enough.” Cody added some bite to his voice. Hell, this was fun. “Tell me. You want that?”
“Yesss.” The word hissed out as Lucas’s eyes closed again. “Tongue. Please.”
The please was unexpected. But Cody could totally get on board with this.
“So polite.” Cody laughed. “You want fucking, too?”
Lucas made an indecipherable needy noise. The sound wrapped around Cody’s dick, making his fist tighten.
“Gonna have to be a hell of a lot more begging if you want that.”
“Yes.” Lucas moaned the word at the ceiling.
“Look at me. You wanted to see this.”
Opening again, Lucas’s eyes were dark pools of want. Bottomless pits of secrets Cody wanted to uncover. Breaking eye contact, Lucas’s gaze dropped to Cody’s dick.
“Yeah? You like this?” Cody stroked himself with long, leisurely pulls. “This what you wanted to see?”
“Yes. God. Yes.” Voice rougher now, Lucas’s forearm flexed as he worked his dick. Fuck. Cody wanted to be the one touching him.
“What’s your favorite jack-off video?”
“All of them.” Lucas tipped his head back, exposing the cords of his neck.
Cody wanted to suck his way down it, feel the scrape of the stubble he saw there, trace his defined Adam’s apple with his tongue. “Liar.” Though it took effort, Cody stopped touching his dick and closed his legs. “You’re gonna have to tell me more. Cam whore? Pro? Toys?”
“Homemade. Toys or . . .” Lucas worked the head of his dick with his thumb, spreading the slick at the tip around. His voice dropped to a husky brush. “Fingers. You know . . .”
“Fucking?” Cody asked. Lucas moaned. “You like to watch guys fuck themselves?”
“Yeah.”
“You like to fuck yourself along with them? Try to time it so you shoot together?” Cody followed his instincts because he could totally see Lucas doing that. Alone. Under the covers. Not wanting to admit how badly he wanted someone like Cody to fuck him, pretending he was the guy on the screen. Yeah, Cody could totally picture it, and it made him hotter than hell. He’d love to show him—be the one who harnessed all that anticipation and turned it inside out until Lucas was a sloppy mess under him. Cody brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his index finger. He gave Lucas a little preview of what he could do with his tongue and lack of gag reflex.
“Mmm.”
“You do it like this? Get your fingers all wet and slippery?”
“That’s . . . not . . .”
“Relevant. I know.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Arbitrary preference or whatever. You like playing with your ass?”
“Sometimes.” Lucas’s eyes squeezed shut and his voice sounded trapped in his chest.
“Not good enough.” Cody removed his hands from his body, pushing them into the bed. He waited until Lucas opened his eyes. “You’re going to have to show me.”
“Please.” Lucas’s whine made Cody shiver. “Please touch yourself.”
“Here?” Cody circled his nipple, toying with his nipple ring. He moaned.
“You know—” Lucas’s voice broke off as Cody tweaked his other nipple. “God. Please.”
“Nope. Not until you touch your ass.”
Lucas took a deep breath. Cody tensed, waiting for it, wanting it—maybe even more than Lucas. “Please fuck yourself.”
“Ah. You do know that word.” He stared Lucas down, fucking him with his eyes, trying to show him everything he could do to him. “First I get my fingers wet.”
Cody got his fingers slick again and spread his legs. He played with the rim, teasing it soft. Lucas was making low gasps that made heat zip up Cody’s spine.
“Feels good.” Cody occasionally played with his ass like this when he jerked. But for all he screwed around, he didn’t fuck all that often. Blow jobs were easy and free of the emotional drama that sometimes accompanied fucking. And it didn’t matter how good a little pressure in his ass felt—Cody almost never bottomed. He’d learned the hard way when he was younger and smaller that guys were happy to assume he’d bend over. The hell with that. Cody liked turning the tables. Being in charge. And being in charge of Lucas was the best rush
yet. His body tingled with anticipation, his muscles buzzing. “But it’ll feel better if you do it, too. Show me what you like.”
Lucas spread his legs, just enough to get his hand under his balls. He flicked his finger against his taint. Not the tentative rub Cody had been expecting. Damn. Lucas spat on his hand, then swirled his fingers against his rim. He worked just the tip of his finger in, then withdrew.
“That what you want?”
Lucas’s voice was all shaky.
“Yes. Do it,” Cody encouraged him. Working his finger a little deeper, Lucas started thrusting. “You close?”
“Yeah.” Lucas rolled his head to one side.
“What happened to Mr. Control?” Cody rubbed around his rim again, loving the sounds Lucas made. His hand sped up on his dick. “Thought you could wait?”
“Please.”
Oh, yeah. Lucas wanted permission to come. Cody wasn’t going to give it anytime soon. Power, thick and heady, surged through his veins, made his dick fill even more.
“Nah. Not yet.” He tried to sound indifferent. “Hold off.”
“God.” Lucas’s face squinched up, his eyes clamped shut. His dick pumped more slick on his fist. Salt gathered in Cody’s mouth, almost as if he could taste it.
“Keep your eyes open.” Hand tightening, Cody pulled his dick harder.
Lucas made a series of inhuman sounds. “Please. Oh. God.” Abruptly, he released his dick and ass and grabbed his thighs. “Too close.”
“Uh-huh. Keep working it.” Cody’s own voice was none too steady. He pressed his dick against his stomach, rocking his hips, wishing he were thrusting into Lucas’s tight ass.
“Oh, fuck. That’s so hot.” Lucas’s eyes burned wild now. “Think I could come just from watching you.”
“Better not.” Each word was an effort now, and Cody wasn’t sure who was going to unload first. He was damn close, his balls drawing up, heat licking up his spine. “Pull it.”
“Hell.” Lucas’s eyes went wide, like he was working to keep them open. He slid a tight grip up his shaft.
“Fuck yourself,” Cody commanded.
Lucas complied, his hand becoming a blur.
“Right. There. God. I’m gonna go,” Lucas gasped, the whine in his voice making cum build in Cody’s balls.
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