Now, not so much. But this morning, he felt rested for the first time in weeks. He hadn’t forgotten the mess inside his damned boot, or his fears, or the fucking final score in Edmonton, but in this big bed with Rusty snoring away beside him, the worst of his black mood had faded.I could get used to this.
He wanted to take advantage of feeling good, and do something for Rusty. And, truth be told, for himself too.There he is, the guy I’m falling for. What am I going to do about it?
Cross shifted closer, propped up on his elbow to look down at Rusty. The perfect skin he’d admired by lamplight wasn’t quite as unblemished in the morning light. He noted a thin white scar on Rusty’s left chest and a pebbled roughness on his muscular shoulder. Cross leaned down and brushed a kiss over that uneven spot.
Rusty snorted and opened his eyes. “Hey, you.”
“Hey.” Cross couldn’t suppress a smile.
“Admiring my road rash? A cow dragged me by the halter rope when I was ten.”
“Stupid cow.” Cross kissed the spot again, then moved his lips to the white line across one flat pec. “And this one?”
“Goofing around with pitchforks.”
“And this.” Cross moved lower and sucked Rusty’s nipple into his mouth.
“Ngh. Born with that one.”
Cross sucked and nibbled, feeling Rusty’s nipple tighten, then balanced on one arm and shifted his attention to the other nipple.
Rusty grunted and shifted his hips on the bed. “Cross, what’re you doing?”
“I’d think that was obvious.” Cross sucked the soft skin of Rusty’s stomach hard enough to leave a mark. “This okay with you?”
“Hell, yeah. It’s great. But— Ah!” Rusty gasped as Cross pushed the covers lower to reveal tented gray sweatpants, then brushed his lips over the straining fabric. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Cross added, “Suck you,” for clarity.
“Not arguing.” Rusty fisted his hands in the sheets.
Cross pushed the covers lower, then tugged the waistband of Rusty’s sweats up and over. Rusty’s eager cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach and leaving a shiny spot. Cross bent and licked the drop, reminding himself of the taste. It’d been years since he’d had his mouth on a man, and he’d thought he didn’t like the flavor much, but Rusty’s slick had a faint salt-sweet tang he didn’t mind one bit. He ran the flat of his tongue over Rusty’s abs even after the trace was gone, savoring clean male skin under his mouth.
“My dick’s over here.” Rusty wrapped a hand around his erect shaft.
“Patience.” Cross moved back up to his nipples.
“Dude, if you want patience, you need to let me come once or twice. Then I’ll do patience all you like.”
“Think you can come from me just licking your nipples and abs?”
“Probably not, but I can get close enough to knee you in the nuts out of frustration.”
“Tsk, tsk. Threatening violence. What are you, some enforcer?” Cross nipped Rusty’s stomach.
“Just fucking suck me!” Rusty hesitated. “If you’re going to. I didn’t mean—” He broke off as Cross sucked the head of Rusty’s cock into his mouth. “Oh, yeah.”
Cross eased a knee over and stabilized himself, then freed one hand to push Rusty’s arm out of the way and took over stroking his cock. Opening his mouth wide, he slid down Rusty’s shaft to meet his hand, then sucked back up. He’d studied cock-sucking porn, back when, before venturing out to see if hooking up with men would jumpstart his libido. While it didn’t, the guys hadn’t complained. Deepthroating had never been in his skill set, but he’d worked out some tricks with lips and tongue and hand action down below.
Sucking Rusty was a whole different ballgame, though— not a test, not a chore, but a pleasure. Cross rolled his eyes up to watch a red flush come and go on Rusty’s neck and cheeks as Cross licked and nibbled on his cockhead. He sucked Rusty hard and loved the way his eyes widened and those full lips fell open in agroan. Every lick and kiss and nip of teeth had Rusty twitching and gasping and bucking his hips up for more.
Cross let go of the thick shaft to tug lightly on Rusty’s sac while pressing the fat cockhead against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
“Fuuuuuck,” Rusty groaned, and the flavor welling on Cross’s tongue took on a bitter edge. “Gonna come. Back off.”
Cross went deeper instead, rolling Rusty’s balls as he sucked hard.
Rusty shuddered and cried, “God! Fuck! Jesus,” as he came in bursts of thick cum down Cross’s throat.
