Rusty grinned at him, his eyes bright. “Me too, though maybe not for the same reason.”
“Ass, plug.” Cross waved at him. “Get going.”
At first, Cross watched what Rusty was doing, slipping a lubed finger inside himself. But truthfully, Cross was much more interested in what that action meant to Rusty. He watched his boyfriend’s face instead, seeing the scarlet color rise and recede as Rusty went from one finger to two, noting the way his lips parted on a sharp breath at three. The hard planes of Rusty’smuscled chest rose and fell, light glinting off his sweat-damp skin, and he sucked air in time to the motion of his fingers.
“’Kay, ready.” Rusty slicked up the toy. Cross had a moment of doubt, looking at the bulging middle part, but Rusty worked it into his body without much hesitation. Rusty’s cock lay against his stomach, flushed and hard. A strand of glistening precum dripped from the tip to Rusty’s ridged abs. Sometime, Cross might suck him while he put in that plug. He could only imagine Rusty’s gasp and arch and moan if he put his mouth there right now.Damn the foot.But someday he’d try it.
“It’s in,” Rusty said, lowering his legs halfway. “Feels good.”
“Stroke your dick again.” If Cross couldn’t reach him, then watching Rusty handle himself was next best.
Rusty fisted over his length and shivered. “Won’t take much.”
On his next stroke, Cross pulsed the remote control.
“Fuck!” Rusty arched like a bow, then pushed up on one elbow and glared at Cross. “What the fuck, babe? Some warning?”
Cross glanced down. “Oh, damn. Sorry. I left it on max. I was trying it out in my hand, to make sure it wasn’t too rough.”
Rusty laughed, high and a bit wild. “Thanks, no thanks. Maybe take it down a notch?”
“Right.” He fumbled the dial down from five to one. “You want to try it again?”
“I’m game.” Rusty lay back and took himself in hand. Despite Cross’s fumble, it didn’t look like Rusty had softened at all. He jerked himself slow and easy. “Go for it.”
Cross pressed the button briefly and Rusty moaned.
“Nice. A bit more, though.”
On level two, rhythmic button presses in time to Rusty’s hand made him hum and clench his ass, his nostrils flaring as he breathed deeper. “Fuck, that’s nice. That’s good. More?”
“Harder or longer?”
“Same rhythm.” Rusty eyed Cross under hooded lids. “More juice.”
“I’ll give you more juice, mon chou.” Cross dialed up to three and kept going, holding the button a bit longer too.
Rusty groaned and writhed, speeding up his strokes. “Yeah, fuck, yeah, like that, like that.” He caught his lower lip between his teeth, neck arched. Then his lips parted, wet and reddened, mouth opening as his head fell back.
Someday I’m going to kiss him while doing this.Cross matched Rusty’s speed. “Come on, mon chou, come on, I want to see you come. Want that look on your face when it’s too good to bear—”
“Jesusfuck!” Spunk shot out of Rusty’s cock up his stomach and chest. He shouted again, a wordless cry, and shuddered head to toe as he spurted. Cross tried one more long press and Rusty half-screamed, “Jesus!” and shot again.
Cross turned the remote off and set it on the arm of the chair, then hobbled his way back to sit on the side of the bed by Rusty’s hips.
Rusty panted, looking up at him through glazed eyes. “Holy shit. Holyshit.”
“In a good way?”
“I came my fucking brains out. Yeah. Fuck. That was amazing. Thank you.” Rusty slumped deeper into the pillows. “Wow.”
Cross bent over, bracing with one arm, and kissed him. Rusty’s mouth was hot and damp and pliant under his. “You’re welcome.”
Rusty wiped one hand on the towel, then guided Cross into another kiss. “You enjoyed it too?”
“I did.” He grinned. “I love making you all hot and bothered.”
“And then sticky and mushy?” Rusty wiggled lubed fingers.
