“It’s not aproblem,” Cross said. He’d spent the last several hours feeling out of control of his life, and here was something he could do to make Rusty feel good. “It’s an opportunity.”
“Huh?”
Cross threaded a hand up into Rusty’s wet hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Then another, longer and wetter, because it felt so good.
“That’s not helping,” Rusty muttered.
“It wasn’t supposed to.” Cross ground his stomach up against Rusty’s now-hard erection. “You want to play a little when we get out?”
Rusty laughed hoarsely. “Whaddya think?”
“I think I ordered a gift for you, and this might be the ideal time to try it out.” Probably this was a dreadful idea. Rusty had been through trauma and Cross should be offering tea and sympathy. But the heat of Rusty’s body and the gleam in his eyes when Cross drew back to look spurred him on. “Get clean, mon chou, and we’ll see.”
Rusty eased Cross down onto the bench and they soaped and rinsed hurriedly. When Rusty’s erection flagged, Cross told him, “Stroke yourself. I want to watch.”
Rusty took a sharp breath and pumped his dick back to hardness with a few rushed strokes.
Cross grinned at him. “Yeah, like that.”
They made it to the bedroom, hair still wet, skin damp and a little chilly in the loss of the steamy enclosure. Cross grabbeda couple of big towels to bring along, and he tossed one at a gloriously naked Rusty. “Lay that out on the bed.” Cross wrapped himself up in the other and sat in the armchair.
“Hang on.” Rusty hurried over to tug the hassock into position and raised Cross’s re-booted foot onto it. “High enough?” He looked up from where he knelt, his hands careful on Cross’s leg.
Cross met those summer-sky blue eyes and tenderness washed through him. “Perfect. Now go get the bag out of the second drawer in the dresser. Let me make you feel good.”
“Second drawer?” Rusty padded over barefoot, his muscular ass on display. “This?”
Cross had a moment of self-doubt but he squashed it down. “Yeah, bring it here.” When Rusty handed him the anonymous bag, Cross reached in and pulled out the two items. “Remote control for me. Vibrating butt plug for you.” He held out the plug. It wasn’t too big but had a bulge that was supposed to hit a guy’s prostate just right. He’d spent more time on sex sites than he’d ever envisioned, picking it out.
“Really?” A smile grew on Rusty’s face. “You want to try that?”
“The plug’s for you, mon chou.”
“Well, duh.” Rusty nodded. “I’m game. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Go to the bed and stretch out on your back. Grab the lube out of the drawer before you get too comfy.”
Rusty obeyed orders, propping his shoulders up on a pillow for a better view of Cross in his chair. “Now what?” His cock bobbed against his stomach, nicely hard.
“Jack yourself for a bit, nice and slow. Use the lube. Make yourself all slick and shiny.”
Rusty’s grunt wasn’t a word. He popped the lid of the lube, slopped a bunch in his palm, and began stroking himself. Cross watched him, appreciating the long, strong lines of his arms and legs and the way he started tightening his ass with each stroke.
“Is this okay?” Rusty asked.
“Perfect. Just a bit more. I want that whine you do—”
Rusty gave the little gasp that meant he was getting close.
Cross nodded. “Stop.” He wasn’t sure about the next bit, but he wasn’t going to let Rusty know that. “Have you used a plug before?”
“Nope. A dildo though.”
“Okay. The plug is supposed to go in the same way and then stay there without being held. Give it a try.”
“Supposed to?” Rusty set his heels on the bed, spread his legs, and reached lower behind his balls with lubed fingers. “Don’t you know?”
“I’ve watched a bunch of videos.”
