No problem. Nate could do that part. “Fuck me,” he said, taking the condom himself. Aubrey was half-hard again. Nate had faith in him and, for once, in his own desirability.
Aubrey blinked, dazed but clearly not unwilling. “Now? Won’t it be too….”
“Normally, yeah.” Nate actually didn’t have a lot of data on his feelings about being fucked post-orgasm, but Aubrey knew enough about his sex life already. “But tonight I’m having a slutty no-strings hookup to get back at my ex-husband, or something. I want the full experience. For science.”
Meaning he wanted Aubrey’s cock, long and fat and as gorgeous as the rest of him, and he wanted it bad enough he hadn’t gone soft.
Aubrey didn’t argue, for once. Stop the presses. “Well, as your guide to the world of slutty hookups, it’s my solemn duty to provide.” He sank his teeth into Nate’s shoulder, right near his neck, just hard enough to make Nate shudder. “I’m gonna get a washcloth first, though. Don’t go anywhere.”
As if.But Natedidshift in the bed to watch him move. Aubrey had a tight, lithe, compact body, and he moved like he had every step choreographed. Right now those steps were designed for seduction, a swinging gait that made his ass bounce.
Maybe if Nate could talk him into another no-strings hookup, he could get to know it better.
Aubrey returned with clean hands and a stack of linens, which he dropped next to Nate before crawling up his body like an apex predator. Nate watched him with lidded eyes, waiting. But Aubrey paused halfway to his face and dropped his mouth to Nate’s hip, tonguing the skin as he coaxed Nate’s legs apart.
“What—” Nate started, but the stroke of the washcloth on his abs cut him off.
“Don’t get me wrong; dried come has its place in the slutty hookup.” Aubrey gently worked Nate’s thighs and stomach and then eased the rough cloth over his cock and balls. “But since we’re going for round two, I want a clean slate.” He looked up and quirked an eyebrow. “No glue-come handicap.”
“That seems… fair,” Nate said, biting back a hiss as Aubrey swirled the cloth over the head of his dick. It was still too sensitive to feel good, exactly, but some part of his body hadn’t gotten the memo, because his hips bucked up into it anyway.
Aubrey snorted. “I hope we can do better than ‘fair.’” Then he had Nate’s oversensitive dick in his mouth, hot and wet and gentle.
It felt like his whole body was inverting. Aubrey knew exactly what he was doing. The room felt close and dark, full of the slick wet noise of Aubrey’s mouth and Nate’s ragged breathing.
The moment Nate gave himself over to the pleasure and stopped bracing himself against it, Aubrey coaxed his thighs apart and went in with two fingers, smooth as anything, like he knew Nate’s body could take what it craved.
Nate submitted to thirty seconds of necessary stretching only because he’d been up close with Aubrey’s dick and he had to sit still on a plane tomorrow, but before he could even nudge Aubrey to move on with it, he was curling his fingers up instead, making Nate swear and fist the sheets.
“You should,” Nate began, but Aubrey was already withdrawing his fingers and making an impatient motion for Nate to turn over.
“I’m gonna,” he promised, arranging Nate’s hips.
Nate almost laughed. They’d spent four weeks sniping at each other, and all it took to get them agreeing on everything was—
“Now would be good,” Nate prompted, but the last word came out strangled because Aubrey slid in deep, one smooth thrust that Nate felt in histonsils.
Okay, yes. Hookup sex. That was a thing.
“Jesus Christ,” said Aubrey, sounding exactly like Nate felt. “Your ass is criminally undersexed.”
This time Natedidlaugh, and Aubrey made a sound like he was dying and dug his fingers hard into Nate’s hips to hold him still. “What’re you gonna do?” he asked, biting down on a moan as Aubrey pulled out. “Arrest—fuck—arrest it?”
“Nnnnno.” Aubrey grunted in apparent dissatisfaction and then leaned over his back and shoved Nate’s shoulders toward the mattress. Nate’s breath hitched as Aubrey nailed the angle to hit his prostate just right. “I think… it can be… rehabilitated.”
Nate could only nod in agreement.
Together they set a punishing rhythm. Nate spared half a thought for the room’s neighbors, but then Aubrey laced their fingers together and guided Nate’s hand to his own cock, and that killed any misguided civic-mindedness.
Aubrey didn’t ask if he was okay or draw it out or attempt anything fancy. He seemed happy to fuck Nate until his teeth rattled, chasing the high of orgasm until a particularly brutal thrust sent Nate cursing over the edge, coming over his hand in spasms that felt like they were wringing his whole body dry. Aubrey fucked in another handful of times, and then his hips stuttered as his fingers clenched bruisingly tight on Nate’s skin.
The world took several moments to right itself. Nate realized he’d collapsed into the wet spot and honestly couldn’t give a fuck. Aubrey pulled out and flopped beside him on the bed, gasping up at the ceiling.
Nate’s freshly Zamboni’d brain was blissfully, completely silent.
“So filthy, no-strings-attached sex, huh?” he said after a moment, half muffled by the pillow. With great effort, he turned his head. “Who knew.”
Aubrey held up a finger without otherwise moving. “Don’t forget the ‘hottest guy you can find’ part.”
