Wheels Up

by Annabeth Albert

“Feels like I’m taking advantage of you...ah.” Dustin ended on a low note as Wes’s fingers found his nipple.

  “Pretty sure the opposite is the case.” Wes tweaked the nipple lightly. “And I’m fine. The shock has worn off now. What I really need now is a distraction. And I’d say we’re both due some stress relief after the last week.”

  “That’s for damn sure.” Dustin’s head fell back as Wes continued to tease, not going for pain, not yet anyway, just reminding him that Wes knew exactly what he liked. “Fuck. I’ve missed stress relief. And you.”

  Those last words felt like a gift, one Wes would take out and examine later, when he was back in his room. He’d hold it close when he felt guilty for being here, for putting Dustin—both of them, really—at risk. Wes coasted his lips over Dustin’s.

  “Missed you too,” he admitted. “And stress relief,” he added, just because fuck this was already heavy enough. And how weird was it to have spent all these hours missing someone he’d never even kissed until today.

  Growling with adorable impatience, Dustin tugged him closer, mouth searching Wes’s. “Kiss me again.”

  Wes loved that Dustin didn’t just go after what he wanted, instead waiting for Wes to take charge. He swung a leg over Dustin’s lap, hands on his shoulders, straddling him and effectively pinning him to the couch. Dustin’s eyes flared wide with pleasure. “Please. Kiss me.”

  “You gonna be good for me?” Wes brushed kisses all over Dustin’s face, everywhere other than his searching mouth.

  “Yes.” Dustin stretched toward him.

  “You hold still,” Wes ordered right before he claimed Dustin’s mouth. Dustin tasted like those too-sweet mints and spice with something else layered in, the sort of addictive flavor Wes had been afraid of finding in DC. This was the taste of everything Wes wanted, everything he couldn’t have.

  “Imagined this a thousand times,” Dustin whispered when Wes pulled back to breathe. “So much better in reality. Fuck, but I could kiss you all night.”

  “Don’t tempt me.” Wes let out a wicked laugh. “I could torture you for hours.”

  “Do it.” Dustin’s voice was all imperial command, which earned him another sharp pinch from Wes.

  “Who’s in charge?” Wes peered down him.

  “You are,” Dustin groaned. “Gonna kill me, Wes.”

  “Yup.” Wes nipped at his neck until his head fell back, giving Wes the access he sought. “Tell me a fantasy.”

  “Fuck. That feels good.” Dustin moaned, leaning into the contact. “Uh...fantasy... Lately, I just have to think about DC and I’m hard. But I think about what if you hadn’t had to leave. Maybe waking up together, me considerably less nervous—”

  “Considerably.” Wes laughed. God, Dustin was adorable.

  “Shut up or I won’t tell you what comes next.”

  “Oh yes, you will.” Wes licked at tendon in his neck. “Tell me.”

  “We wake up. And kiss...and kiss. Like we’re never going to stop.”

  “Good answer.” Wes rewarded him with a hard kiss. “What next?”

  “We...uh...fuck.” Dustin’s cheeks flushed dark pink, even the tip of his nose blushing. “But...um... I’m...”

  “You’re not sure you’re up for that tonight. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Wes gave him a soft and gentle kiss, one that tried to remind Dustin that he really was the one who controlled all their little games and that Wes wasn’t going to press harder than he wanted. “Tell me what we do before fucking. Don’t worry—I’m not pushing. Just want you to tell me what turns your crank.”

  “You. You turn me on like crazy.” Dustin pulled him close for another kiss, and Wes let him. “And I would—for you. Just a little nerve-racking. But it’s like a jump, right? Maybe we should—”

  “We’re not going to fuck.” Wes had to laugh at Dustin’s rambles. Laughing—and Dustin—was exactly what Wes needed after the awful phone call with his mom. He needed the focus and distraction, and yes, laughing, that Dustin provided. “Fucking is not skydiving, and you shouldn’t have to talk yourself into it. But I am going to give you a taste, if you’re up for it.”

  Much as Wes wanted to fuck Dustin, he figured Dustin was liable to feel guilty enough over this—he didn’t need all the mixed-up emotions of his first time getting fucked on top of that.

  “Oh, I’m up for it.” Dustin’s brown eyes were almost black, cloudy with desire.

  “Good. Shirt off.” Staying on Dustin’s lap, Wes moved so that he could pull his shirt off, taking it from him when Dustin would have dropped the shirt to the floor. Looking right into Dustin’s eyes, he twisted the T-shirt into a rope.

  And waited.

  Dustin licked his lips, then swallowed hard. He held out his hands with an unsteady laugh. “You creative is definitely in the fantasy.”

  God, his submission was so damn beautiful, every fantasy that Wes himself had ever had too. He made quick work of wrapping Dustin’s wrists. It wasn’t a tight job, and a SEAL like Dustin could probably get free in three seconds, but it would serve for giving them both the fantasy they craved.

  Wes positioned Dustin’s hands pointing down but not touching his cock. “No touching your dick or I’ll put your arms behind you.”

  “I won’t.” Dustin was breathing hard, eyes glassy.

  Sinking to his knees in front of Dustin, he tugged him forward until his ass was on the edge of the cushion. “This still in your fantasy rotation?”

  “Oh fuck yes.” Dustin gazed down at him, and Wes could get lost in that look—affection, awe, anticipation all competing for dominance on Dustin’s handsome face.

  Wes yanked at Dustin’s sweats, taking them and his boxer briefs down in one smooth movement so that Dustin was naked in front of him. And what a fucking glorious sight—lightly furred chest, strong muscular legs, massive arms. Hard, straining cock. And those bound wrists reminding him that all that strength and power was Wes’s to control tonight.

  “You think you’ve been good enough for this?” Wes blew warm air over Dustin’s dick, mouth almost close enough to kiss but not quite.

  “Yes.” Dustin bobbed his head emphatically. “Please.”

  Taking a leisurely swipe at Dustin’s cockhead with his tongue, Wes winked at him. “Prove it.”

  Wes highly doubted he was the first person to go down on Dustin, but he was determined to be the best, and to that end, he set out torturing Dustin with little licks and flicks, tracing each of the thick veins wrapping around his cock, finding all the sensitive places on the underside.

  “Please. I’ll be good.” Dustin’s voice was a low whine.

  “Don’t move your ass,” Wes warned. “You let me work.”

  Watching Dustin fight the urge to thrust up was a fabulous heady rush of power. Relenting, Wes sucked him deep, but pinned his legs with his arms, making it so Dustin couldn’t thrust even if he wanted to.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

  “You better not come,” Wes said as he pulled back. “I’ve got big plans for that tight ass of yours, and I’m going to be highly disappointed if I don’t get to it.”

  Dustin’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t object. The trust he was putting in Wes was truly breathtaking. Wes rewarded him by swallowing him deep, humming to relax his gag reflex. Deep throat wasn’t the easiest thing for him, particularly with a monster cock like Dustin’s, but he was determined to try.

  “Need it,” Dustin groaned. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

  Wes resisted the urge to preen at the compliment. He was good at this, and he started rubbing Dustin’s heavy balls while he sucked. Little gentle touches at first, stroking, then building up to weighing them in his palm before a light tug when he had Dustin’s shaft deep in his mouth.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck. More like that.”

 
Wes laughed because he’d had a feeling that Dustin’s balls were going to love light torture as much as his nipples. He tugged again, more deliberately now. He started a rhythm of going deep with his mouth and little pulls at Dustin’s balls until Dustin was moaning with each pass.

  “Stop. Please stop. Don’t wanna shoot.”

  “You won’t.” Wes released his dick with a lewd plop. He skated his fingers down behind Dustin’s balls. “Tell me how you usually fuck yourself.”

  He didn’t ask if Dustin did it—they’d danced around the subject enough in chat that he was pretty sure he did.

  “Not dry. There’s lotion in the drawer in the table behind you.” Dustin sounded more than a little breathless. “But not too...ah...gentle.”

  “Yeah? You like it rough, baby?”

  “A little.” Dustin’s flush this time started with his chest, worked its way up to his cheeks.

  “You have a favorite toy you want me to use, or you like my fingers?”

  “Fingers. Fuck. Please.”

  “Love it when you beg.” Wes found the lotion. “This how you fantasize about getting fucked? Hands bound, me in charge? Not too gentle?”

  “Fuck. Yes. All that.” Dustin started to strain toward Wes, then seemed to remember his orders, clamping down on his body to not move, but he still vibrated with energy.

  “Good. So good for me,” Wes praised before resuming sucking Dustin, using his now slippery fingers to trace Dustin’s crack. Dustin moaned eagerly, but didn’t move as Wes circled his rim. Wanting to watch Dustin’s face, he released his cock as he slowly pushed a finger in. Dustin’s eyes fell shut, head tipping back, mouth parted with a silent moan. Fuck. He was perfection.

  Remembering what Dustin had said about not being too gentle, he got a second finger in after only a few thrusts.

  “Like that?” Wes asked as he curved his fingers, seeking Dustin’s gland.

  “Oh fuck yes.” Dustin’s voice rose in pitch, even as his body stayed planted in place.

  Found it. Wes laughed before licking Dustin’s shaft with broad strokes. “You ever come just from fucking yourself?”

  “No.” Dustin gasped the word like a prayer.

  “You want my mouth?”

  “Fuck.” Dustin started to rock, then same as before, somehow stopped himself. “Yes.”

  “Tell you what.” Wes kept his voice calm, used-car salesman nice as he fucked Dustin hard and fast with his fingers. Dustin’s ass was hot and almost painfully tight and sexy as fuck. “I’m fixing to let you come soon.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Dustin chanted, voice pained.

  “I’m going to suck you deep, and you’re going to come, but you move—even an inch—and I’m gonna stop, and you’re gonna have to figure out how to come on nothing but my fingers.”

  “I’ll be good,” Dustin promised.

  “I know you will.” Wes scissored his fingers, loving how that made Dustin groan. God, he was made for fucking, so sensitive and responsive. And this power was like a drug, so rich and heady, knowing he had Dustin completely at his mercy. It was everything he’d needed after a shit day, being able to watch Dustin come apart on nothing more than his fingers and his voice. “Get ready. You’re not getting a second chance.”

  “Ready.” Sweat dripped down Dustin’s face. “Fuck. Your fingers...”

  “Yeah? You like getting fucked?”

  “Fuck me. Please.” Dustin panted. “I need to come. You can fuck me. Just...please.”

  Oh yeah, that was the begging Wes needed. “Now.” He dipped his head, taking Dustin’s cock fast and deep, sucking hard.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck.” The need to thrust was practically rolling off Dustin in waves as he chanted. He strained at his wrist bindings, but didn’t pull loose. Instead he planted his feet against the rug, the tension in his big thighs so intense that Wes could feel them clenching as Dustin fought the need to move, to meet Wes’s mouth.

  Wes rewarded his restraint with hard pulls of his mouth and deep fucking from his fingers, nailing Dustin’s gland over and over.

  “Oh my God.” Dustin’s voice broke into a sob as the first spurt hit the back of Wes’s throat. “Wes.”

  Wes hummed his approval as he sucked Dustin through it, withdrawing his fingers before it could get painful.

  “Oh my God,” Dustin repeated as he collapsed back against the couch. His big body shook over and over.

  “I’ve got you. You did good.” Wes patted his thighs.

  “I had no idea I could do that holding still. Fuck, man. You’re...we’re...fuck. That was incredible.”

  “Yeah, it was.” Wes unzipped, finally giving his cock some of the attention it had been clamoring for. Knees protesting, he rose to sprawl next to Dustin on the couch.

  Dustin gave him an eager once-over, so grabbing Dustin’s still-bound hands, he brought them to his cock. “Finish it.”

  “Sure you don’t want my mouth?” Dustin started an awkward jerk that was sexier for its fumbling, knowing that Dustin’s motion was limited, that he’d given that control to Wes.

  “I’m sure,” Wes groaned. “Not gonna take much, you all bound for me and fucked out.”

  “I am. Boneless. God, I still feel it in my ass...” Dustin leaned in for a sloppy kiss, stroking Wes with his clasped hands. It was the kiss that got Wes up against the edge—so sweet and grateful, full of wonder and eagerness.

  “Faster,” he ordered when Dustin pulled back. “And kiss me again.”

  Dustin whimpered like he was the one about to come, desperation leaching into his kiss as he stroked Wes hard and fast. “Come for me. Please. Give me your come.”

  “Oh yeah, baby. All for you.” Wes’s head fell back, losing the kiss, as pleasure swamped him. The T-shirt around Dustin’s wrists dragged against his balls, a constant reminder of Dustin’s submission that made his body thrum with need. “That’s it. Get me there.”

  The orgasm hit like a flash-bang—all bright light and intense, loud sensation, scrapping his ability to know where he was, to control himself. Gasping, his hand joined Dustin’s, stroking through the last of it.

  “Fuck. Just watching you come is almost enough to get me hard again.” Dustin laughed. Come coated his hands and dripped down onto the T-shirt.

  Wes unbound his hands, using the shirt to mop them both up. “Hope that wasn’t your favorite shirt.”

  “It is now,” Dustin said reverently, pulling him in for a slow kiss. “Fuck. Why does that feel so good? You tying me up and bossing me around?”

  “Not sure. But, God, I love that you let me.” Wes snuggled in against him, not objecting when Dustin’s arms came around him to hold him close.

  “You’re the only one I’ve ever told about this stuff,” Dustin whispered. “Just you. But you’ve probably done lots of this...play.”

  “No.” Wes could match him honesty for honesty. “Not really. You’re the first guy who’s really let me go there, who’s wanted that from me. But I love it when you give me control like that.”

  The Joe4Joe app had been the first time he’d been able to admit that he liked being this dominant, and chatting with Dustin had opened up a whole new side to himself, uncovering new kinks every time they chatted.

  “God, we’re a pair,” Dustin groaned. His body tensed, like he’d just remembered how impossibly fucked-up this all was. Wes didn’t let him pull away, moving his hand up to hold Dustin in place. Just a few more moments. Just let me pretend another minute.

  “Oh man, we totally forgot about the movie.” Wes forced himself to laugh, to act like the sex was no more than a pleasant interlude instead of world-fucking-shattering.

  “Yeah, we did.” Dustin reached for the remote, stopped the TV. “I can restart it. But...” Dustin’s sigh was heavier than wet sandbags and loade
d with meaning.

  “I can’t stay. I get it.” Forcing his reluctant muscles to work, Wes made himself sit up. “No sleepovers. And I should probably get back anyway. But thank you.”

  “I wish you could stay.” God, the sadness in Dustin’s voice just about killed Wes. “You shouldn’t have to be alone tonight.”

  “I wasn’t.” Wes gave him a soft kiss. “And thank you for that.”

  “Wes...” It was all there in Dustin’s voice, how much he wished things could be different, and it made Wes’s eyes sting.

  “No regrets, right?” He ghosted a kiss across Dustin’s mouth before standing, handing Dustin his sweatpants.

  “None.” Dustin was lying, and Wes could tell by the tightness around his eyes, but he wasn’t going to call him on it, not when he was lying himself too. “Message me when you’re back on base?”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not about to go AWOL. Talking to you helped.”

  “I’m glad.” Sweatpants back on, Dustin followed Wes to the door. “Fuck. I hate this.”

  “Me too.” Wes gave him a final kiss, one almost bruising in its intensity. This is probably the last. He tried to memorize Dustin’s taste, the way he clung to Wes, the way he always let Wes lead. Coming here had been a mistake, had only made it that much clearer what they were both missing. Fuck. Why did it have to be Dustin who made him feel this way? He’d said no regrets, but as he let himself out of Dustin’s condo into the cool night air, longing wrapped around him, a heavy cloak woven of regrets and what-might-have-been.

  Chapter Twelve

  As Dustin worked through his email in-box on his computer in the team’s office area, guilt had him glancing around far more than usual. He wasn’t sure which he felt guiltier about—inviting Wes over, the sex, or the late-night messaging after Wes had gotten back to base. Maybe that last one because what was supposed to be a fast message that Wes was home safe had turned into long, sleepy conversation about the movie Wes had missed. It was like both of them were reluctant to end the talking, to admit the whole night had been a mistake. Messaging had been a way to keep the regrets he’d promised he wouldn’t have from smothering him.