A Simple Truth

by Jamie Craig

  Bryce pushed back, fucking himself on Charlie’s fingers while his breath grew more ragged. “I already told you once. Tell me what you want. What you’re going to do.” He dropped his head and licked Charlie’s chest. “You don’t always have to ask for permission.”

  “You might have to tell me again.” His forearm trembled, as much from the sensation of Bryce squeezing around his finger as the whole enormity of what the man insisted. “It still seems a little surreal that I can even have it. And I’m not…I don’t want to mess this up.” He cupped the back of Bryce’s head and waited until he met his eyes. “I want this to work. So if that means you walk into a room and I tell you to bend over so I can sink my tongue into your ass, I guess I’ll just have to do it.”

  “Yes, I guess you’ll have to do that.” Bryce rocked back and paused, his tight muscles trembling. “I want you to be happy. If that means I have to bend over for your tongue…” He clenched. “Or your fingers. Or your cock…whenever you say so, then I guess I don’t have a choice.”

  “No, no choice.” Charlie tested curling his fingers to see what kind of response he’d get, smiling when Bryce locked around him. “Making me happy means pounding me into the mattress when I need it, too. On a fairly regular basis.”

  “I can handle that. Even if that means I have to make special trips to your house…” Bryce dropped his head and moaned. “Okay…I can’t…take this anymore.”

  Charlie brushed his mouth against his temple. “Which part? My fingers or all our plans? Because I gotta say, I’m having fun with both.”

  “Your fingers. They’re just making me hungry for your cock.”

  “Even if I give you another?” He didn’t mean to tease Bryce, but their back and forth games had put him in a more playful mood. Locking one arm around Bryce’s waist, Charlie held him still as he pulled his fingers out, only to curl all four of his fingers together and push them inside. “Or maybe all of them, instead.”

  The cords of muscle stood out in Bryce’s neck and shoulders, and he gasped Charlie’s name again and again. He didn’t pick up the same rhythm he had before, but his thighs trembled, light shivers running through his body. He groaned as Charlie eased his fingers out of the stretched channel, and finally began to move as Charlie pushed inside again.

  “You’re…really…going to kill me here. God…don’t stop yet.”

  “I won’t.” He couldn’t. The look on Bryce’s face made him throb in ways he’d never imagined were possible. His skin pulsed, his cock ached, but Charlie couldn’t look away from the bliss written across the other man’s features. If this brought him so much pleasure, what would fucking him for real do? Charlie only knew one thing. “You have to ride me.” He drove his hand in, burying the fingers to the knuckles and twisting. “You’re going to ride me so I can see everything this does to you.”

  “Yes, yes. I will.” He reached for a condom that had been forgotten on the bed, his fingers closing around it after the second attempt. He tore into the foil with his teeth—a move that was already familiar to Charlie, but had been much more fluid the previous week. Now Bryce was shaking, and he paused and took a deep breath every time Charlie twisted his wrist. “Let me…get this on you…”

  Reluctantly, Charlie pulled away, but he only got his hands out of the way long enough for Bryce to slide back onto his thighs in order to reach his cock. Because he needed to touch Bryce. He needed to run his fingers over that lightly furred chest, tweak the already taut nipples. He needed to draw his thumb over that succulent mouth, groaning aloud when Bryce parted his lips and bit at the fleshy pad.

  The condom snapped into place, and the very first thing Charlie did was settle his hand on Bryce’s hip and push him up. He held his breath as Bryce grasped his length, everything tunneling down to the way he angled it away from Charlie’s body, the way he positioned it at his stretched hole, the gleam in his eye when he finally began to sink down onto it.

  “Oh, God…” It was all Charlie could articulate. Nothing had prepared him for this. Nothing had ever felt so hot, so tight, so perfect before. The muscles in his legs locked, his entire body rigid while he waited for Bryce to take him all the way in. One inch. Another. He moved excruciatingly slowly. By the time Charlie felt Bryce’s perfect ass brush against Charlie’s balls, they were both shaking.

  “Don’t move,” he gasped. “Let me just…”

  Bryce responded with a closed-mouth moan—one that was a little higher pitched than the others. He gripped Charlie’s shoulders, nails digging into flesh, back arching, sweat running down his throat and chest. Bryce’s eyes were closed, and he looked completely lost in the sensation of being filled, of being stretched. Lost in the slow burn Charlie knew he was experiencing. It was worth it to watch him. To monitor and record every passing second.

  Ultimately, Charlie wasn’t sure who moved first. They both needed the friction, but Bryce barely allowed an inch to leave his body before he slammed back down again. His muscles flexed and quivered, tightening around Charlie until they were both throbbing.

  “You’re going to be the one to kill me here,” Charlie rasped. Desperate for something to keep him focused, he fisted Bryce’s cock, running his nail along the slit. Bryce immediately clenched around his length, driving Charlie to snap his hips upward. They both groaned. “Just ride me, damn it. You know you want to.”

  Bryce smiled. “I like it when you get bossy.”

  He straightened, his hands leaving Charlie’s shoulders, and rose up on his knees. Charlie almost protested as he felt his cock sliding out Bryce’s passage, but he pressed back down again before Charlie had the chance to really miss him. The first handful of strokes continued like that, slow and then fast, until Charlie was tempted to grab Bryce’s hips and take control of the tempo himself.

  Shivers ran through him, hot and then cold, on each intoxicating glide. Charlie kept hold of Bryce’s cock the entire time. He loved the way it twitched every time he bottomed out inside Bryce’s ass, and the way the vein throbbed against his fingertips when Bryce would gasp for breath, and how it never stopped dripping mouth-watering, clear fluid, no matter how many times Charlie used the palm of his other hand to wipe it away.

  He made sure Bryce watched him lick it off his skin when he did that. He wanted Bryce to know just what the taste did to him.

  The third, or maybe the fourth, time Charlie licked the pre-come from his palm, Bryce groaned and fell forward, their chests connecting. The new position meant Charlie had to bend his knees and lift off the bed to drive into Bryce’s ass, and that prompted a new array of moans and grunts from Bryce’s chest. Bryce’s mouth had a hungry, raw edge that sent fresh shivers down his spine.

  Charlie had to hold onto Bryce’s hip now, use just a little bit of force in order to keep their rhythm smooth. Bryce didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Bryce seemed to thrive on it, pushing back and pushing forward as if to urge Charlie to do it more. He bit at Charlie’s lower lip, and scraped his stubble across Charlie’s jaw when he began devouring his neck. Charlie cried out when he felt the teeth, and his hand jerked along Bryce’s cock, pumping him in almost frantic need.

  “Charlie…you’re gonna make me…God like that…” Words and lips and teeth warmed Charlie’s neck, and he stripped Bryce’s cock faster. “Oh…God…” That was Charlie’s warning, but it was all he needed. Bryce clamped down on Charlie’s cock, and he shouted against Charlie’s neck, a sound that was only muffled by skin and flesh. Bryce’s cock jerked and come shot on Charlie’s hand and his stomach, stream after stream splashing on his skin, revealing how much Bryce needed this.

  Fresh scents hit his nose, and though he was loathe to let go, Charlie slid his sticky hand away from Bryce’s cock in order to grab his other hip. “Harder,” he panted. He shoved at Bryce’s body while he thrust upward even more desperately, slamming in and out of his ass with ever-growing ferocity. So close. He was so close. He could hear it, inhale it, feel it coming. Not even getting fucked the previous weekend h
ad driven him this far with hot, heady desire. Nothing had ever come close.

  The flick of a tongue over his earlobe. Scorching breaths flowing down his neck. Bryce’s voice coaxing him into coming, telling him over and over again just how good it was, how great they were together.

  Charlie didn’t need the reminder, but he grabbed it anyway. He clutched it close, and Bryce closer, and drove up one final time into the man’s tight ass, erupting so fiercely the world went white.

  When he came back to himself, Bryce was kissing him again. Charlie sighed into the kiss and tightened his arms around Bryce’s ribs. They remained locked in the caress until Charlie’s breathing began to even and the tension eased out of Bryce’s muscles.

  “How was that?” Bryce’s lips moved against the corner of his mouth. “As good as the last time?”

  “There was a last time?” They both smiled at his small joke, though Charlie was the one to now seek out the kisses, soft and languorous to match his boneless body. “It’s crazy how good it is. How good we are.”

  Bryce buried his face in Charlie’s neck, his weight settling more firmly on Charlie’s chest. He didn’t mind. He liked the heat and the pressure. He needed it. “We’re as good as I had hoped we’d be.”

  “I should have trusted you.” Charlie kissed Bryce’s temple. “I’m sorry I didn’t.”

  “It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. I’d rather you be sure…than just going with the easiest path.”

  “You’re not the easiest path. You’re the best one.” His arms tightened around his back, and he closed his eyes against the raw wave of emotion surging through him. “I can’t say what you want me to, but I can tell you…I think it’s going to be very easy to love you, Bryce.”

  “How do you know that isn’t exactly what I want to hear?”

  Charlie smiled. Rolling to his side, he winced slightly as he slipped out of Bryce’s ass, but he barely noticed the absence for the sight of his lover’s shining eyes. “You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?”

  “I’m going to try. You need somebody to keep you on your toes, to keep you from getting too comfortable.”

  “I like my comfort.”

  “Exactly my point. Don’t worry. I won’t shake up your world too much.”

  “No.” Skimming his thumb over Bryce’s swollen lip, Charlie mused on how impossible it should have been to feel this happy, this content, this satisfied from something as simple as a few words. But there was nothing simple about Bryce, or their path to get to this place. This was a man who had riveted him from the start, and it dawned on Charlie as he leaned in for another kiss that his earlier declaration about how easy it would be to love Bryce had been a vast understatement. “You’ve shaken it up just right.”

  THE END

  ABOUT JAMIE CRAIG

  Jamie Craig is the collaboration of Vivien Dean and Pepper Espinoza. Both have been in love with romance, adventure, fantasy, and the written word since childhood. Pepper lives in Utah with her dog and cats and loves to golf when she’s not working. Vivien lives in Northern California with her husband and two teenagers.

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