“Are you kidding?” Rusty grinned and locked his hands behind his head, stretching out his legs farther. “I’m all yours.”
That was invitation enough. As Cross leaned forward, his ankle gave a sharp twinge, but he shifted his weight and found a position where the pain eased. The damned thing was not getting in his way tonight.No distractions. Because look at that man.Rusty’s shining eyes and parted lips belonged in some kind of artwork. Although his tented jeans and muscular arms might make that an erotic piece.
Cross reached for Rusty’s belt and undid the buckle, slipping the leather through. The metal button resisted, then popped open. He took hold of the zipper pull and slid it down, a few teeth at a time. Halfway open, he paused.
Rusty groaned and arched his hips under Cross’s hands. “Quit teasing.”
Cross gave Rusty’s denim-clad thigh a light slap. “Hold still.” He continued his unzipping, then pushed the sides of Rusty’s fly apart. The blue cotton underneath strained to contain Rusty’s erection, and as Cross trailed one finger over the outlined shape, a damp stain darkened the fabric at its tip.
“Eager,” Cross teased, pressing his fingernail over the fabric where Rusty’s slit had to be.
“Ugh. Three days, dude.”
Cross reached into the fly of those boxer-briefs and worked Rusty’s cock free of the soft fabric. The angle was a bit awkward, but Rusty’s dick twitched at the handling and a bead of precum welled out. “Can I jerk you off?”
“You can do anything you want to him, and if it ends up with me coming, I’m not complaining.”
“Anything? Him?” Cross reached for a tissue from the couchside box and folded it into a little triangle, perching it on Rusty’s cockhead like a hat. “Does he need a bow-tie too?”
Rusty cackled with laughter. “Jesus, Cross, you’re ridiculous.”
He’d never been silly and ridiculous around people, not even close. Everyone said he was much too serious. Except apparently around Rusty. He grinned back, set the tissue aside, and began stroking in earnest. The angle was awkward and Rusty’s legs were too close together to get at his balls, but from the way he moaned and tipped his head back, it must’ve felt good.
Cross thought about going for lube, but that’d be a whole production with his crutches. Rusty was leaking enough slick to help. A few swipes with his palm across the slit and Cross had a little glide going. He braced on one arm, kept his fist tight around Rusty’s dick, and leaned over him to kiss his neck andunder his jaw. Rusty made a pained sound and bucked into Cross’s grasp.
Perfect.
The slide of Rusty’s cock in his fist and the shiny head popping up through the ring of his fingers set up a low hum in Cross’s groin. He was getting hard for the first time in a long time, and although he didn’t want to do anything about it, that arousal heated his body and made his heart race. He licked his palm, getting his hand wet with spit, and jerked Rusty faster, tighter. “Come on, come for me. I want to see you.”
Rusty groaned harshly and grabbed the edge of the couch. His cock pulsed in Cross’s grip and he erupted, spurting ribbons and globs of jizz all over his shirt. Cross kept pumping him, sloppy and wet now, until Rusty groaned again and dribbled a few last drops on his waistband.
“Oh God, sensitive,” Rusty muttered.
Cross let go, picked up the handy tissue, and wiped his fingers. More tissues took care of Rusty’s softening dick and underwear. That shirt was a loss though. He grinned.
“Proud of yourself, huh?” Rusty eyed him under half-lowered lashes.
“Yep.” He took in the sight of Rusty, slumped bonelessly on his couch, flushed and breathing hard and spattered with cum. Cross wanted to take a picture.I did that.
“Well, you should be. That was awesome.”
“Pretty basic.”
“Still awesome. Worth waiting three days for.”
“Three days. The ultimate sacrifice.”
Rusty laughed and crunched up, sliding a hand behind Cross’s head and kissing him. “You bet. Ew, this shirt is sticking to me.” He pulled it off, balled the fabric up, and dropped it to the floor, baring his tanned chest.
Cross admired the two-thirds-naked look. His dick twitched, and he palmed himself.
Rusty looked down. “You want me to do anything with that?”
Do I?Cross thought about asking Rusty to jerk him off in return and felt a little of his arousal fade. “No, I’m good. I just like looking at you.”
“Yeah?” Rusty did a few muscle-flex poses, grinning. “All yours, any time.” He shivered. “Although right now, I need a shirt.”
“I can maybe find something.” Cross wondered what he had that would fit Rusty’s wide shoulders.
