He gasped and writhed on the bed, clamping down, trying to gauge how close Carter was. He looked lost in pleasure, mouth slack, pupils blown, and he was fucking into Jeff like his life depended on it, his heavy balls slapping between Jeff’s cheeks.
“Do you—” Jeff’s words cut off when Carter nailed his prostate just right, hard enough to make Jeff fist his hands in the sheets and arch his back. “Do you want to race?”
“I want to watch you come for me.”
He was never going to get over Carter being so unabashedly straightforward in bed. Jeff nodded frantically and scrabbled at the covers to find the lube. Every time Carter fucked into him, his hard cock bounced on his belly, a delicious sensation that had him riding the edge of orgasm.
“Next time,” Carter said, his steady thrusts making it very difficult for Jeff to get the cap open, “I’m going to do that.”
Jeff would be riding him, then, because he was afraid if Carter shifted his grip, he’d fall off the end of the bed. “Whatever you want,” he said,finallygetting a slick hand on his cock. “Just please—please—”
Carter bit his lip, visibly straining. He tilted his head back toward the ceiling as though even the sight of Jeff would push him over the edge. “Please what?” he gasped. “What are you waiting for?”
“You!”
Carter’s hips snapped forward brutally. He relinquished his hold on Jeff’s hips to plant his hands farther up the bed and brace himself on either side of Jeff’s shoulders. His firm stomach brushed against Jeff’s fist and cock as he stroked himself, the coarse hairs teasing against Jeff’s head. Jeff met each thrust as best he could, but Carter was wild now, out of control.
Jeff tangled his free hand in Carter’s hair and yanked him into a desperate, clashing kiss.
Carter made a pained sound against his mouth and bit his lip just this side of too hard. Then he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Jeff’s as he came, huge cock spasming, balls twitching against Jeff’s hole.
“Oh God.” Jeff had never felt this desperate—thisfullwith pleasure. He squeezed his eyes closed to relish every inch of Carter inside him, every hypersensitive stretch of skin where they were touching, Carter’s slightly sour breath, the unmistakable scent of come. “Carter!” he cried out as his orgasm crested.
Carter pushed up in time to watch him, big palms on the insides of Jeff’s thighs as Jeff erupted. He clenched hard around Carter, milking him further.
Eventually it was too sensitive and Jeff had to pull his hand away, coated in his own release. He wiped the remainder on his thigh—he was due for some cleanup anyway—and looked up at Carter, their chests heaving in time.
Carter’s face reflected Jeff’s thoughts perfectly—head empty.
“God,” Jeff said aloud to the ceiling, possibly repeating himself. He was still gasping for breath. “If this is what you’re like with a broken foot, I need to start working out more.”
Carter collapsed next to him on one shoulder, laugh-groaning. “What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”
Jeff made a show of looking down at the condom that hung drooping off his cock.
“Classy,” Carter said.
Unfortunately, however little energy Jeff had remaining, cleanup was necessary. He was impressed he hadn’t simply passed out after his second orgasm, but he could not sleep like this. And since sleep now seemed particularly imminent, he hauled himself to his feet. “I’m gonna clean up. You want a cloth, or are you coming too?”
Carter nodded as he sat up, but then gestured to the situation with his jeans and walking boot. “I’ll be a minute.”
Jeff’s muscles protested every step to the en suite. He closed the door to wipe himself down, use the toilet, and wash his hands, and opened it before he brushed his teeth. Carter came in, now wearing only boxers and the boot. He dropped the condom in the trash and reached for the soap.
“You don’t happen to have a spare toothbrush?”
It took some rummaging, but he found one. Then he got to truly appreciate how tired he was, because he didn’t have the mental bandwidth to freak out about the domesticity of a scene he’d been longing for half his life.
He wandered back into the bedroom while Carter finished up. “Is one side of the bed better for you?” A broken foot could definitely fuck with one’s preferred sleeping arrangements.
“I’ll take the left, if you don’t mind.”
Jeff was a middle-of-the-bed sleeper, a habit born of many years of sleeping alone, so he shrugged. “Sure.”
They climbed in. Carter arranged a couple of Jeff’s decorative pillows under his right foot, then turned on his side to face Jeff.
Jeff lay on his side too, soaking in the reality of the moment. “So.” He tucked his hands under his cheek. “What brings you to Toronto?”
Carter pretended to give this serious thought. “Well, I heard on TV this morning that this band I like was having a concert and there were still tickets available. They’re pretty okay, I guess. And the lead singer is hot.”
