Percy kicked his legs up, grabbing his ankles with shocking dexterity. This was a side of Percy he hadn’t seen yet. Literally. His cheeks parted to reveal a tight hole, no hair to speak of around it.
It winked.
CJ closed the few inches between them, dropping to his knees. The familiar, lovely scent of musk and sweat floated up around him, filling his lungs. He reached down, stroking himself. Of course he was dripping wet. It took nothing, and he’d counted on that. As he lapped at Percy’s balls, sucking each one into his mouth, gently rolling it around, he covered his middle finger with precum, slicking it as thoroughly as he could in his blind fumbling.
Finally, he pulled his hand free from his boxers, then slid back so he could clearly see the tight pucker. He placed his fingertip against the entrance, then released Percy’s balls to fall free. “Are you ready?”
“More than ready.” His voice ground out, tight and hoarse, and as if to really drive the point home, his cock throbbed and bobbed, balls pulling slightly higher up against him.
CJ didn’t wait around for air traffic control to wave him forward. He put a little more pressure on his finger, then a little more until the muscles started to give under his ministrations. He leaned forward, still pressing, and glanced up at Percy’s face. His jaw hung open, tendons on the sides of his neck bulging and rigid. But his eyes, bright hazel, fixed straight down on CJ, begging him onward, longing for him.
CJ wrapped his lips around Percy’s cockhead, the silken foreskin laying against his tongue, and he pressed once more with his finger, finally slipping past the ring of muscles and into the enveloping warmth.
Percy’s back arched up, ass lifting off the bed, thrusting himself deeper into CJ’s mouth, all the way to the back of his throat. Coarse bush scraped against his brow and his eyes teared, but he licked in circles around the shaft, around the head, spiraling up and down the length of Percy’s cock.
He worked his finger in slow circles, keeping himself embedded to the knuckle, just pressing against the hot walls, gliding over the hard lump that dragged ragged gasps from Percy with every pass.
“I’m not…gonna last…” Percy said it seemingly more to the room than to CJ, but the message rang clear. He was leaking precum into CJ’s mouth, a savory nectar that coated the inside of his mouth. But knowing the climax was coming, CJ slipped his lips back up, wrapping them just under the ridge of Percy’s glans. He drove his tongue down between head and foreskin, relishing the extra shudder that elicited. As slowly as he could, he wound the tip of his tongue around, then back, rubbing the warm skin as his finger kept probing deeper, harder.
“Oh fuck.” Barely audible. Percy’s core tightened, cock shoving that little bit deeper still. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
The first hit of salt and heat was faint, but followed shortly by another spurt, then another, another until CJ’s mouth began to fill. He sucked back harder, flicking his tongue over and over against Percy’s foreskin, drawing out every drop he could before swallowing.
When Percy collapsed back against the bed, breath hitching and heaving, CJ gently eased his finger out, watching as Percy’s hole tightened and loosened, almost begging to be filled again.
CJ brought his finger up and sucked off the last dregs of precum. Not that he didn’t have plenty more pooling up in his underwear. Then he climbed up onto the bed, lowering himself next to Percy. “Good?”
“Excellent.” Percy leaned over, locking his lips over CJ’s, tongue darting around. A shiver raced down CJ’s spine as his mind sparked forward. Percy kissing him, tasting the remains of himself on CJ’s lips.
Then he raised himself off the bed and walked down to the foot. He slipped his fingers up through the leg of CJ’s boxers, brushing the back of his hand against CJ’s throbbing shaft. He gripped CJ’s waistband and inched his underwear down to his knees, then off to the floor.
Percy whistled low. “Damn. You really do get wet.”
CJ’s chest tightened around that comment. Percy had known, for sure, but maybe without the haze of passion from the night before, it was too much. He wouldn’t be the first one to mock him for—
Percy swept his tongue in a long, languid stroke from the base to the tip, stopping and sucking the head, flickering his tongue against CJ’s slit. When he separated, his lips still rested against CJ’s head. “It’s hot as fuck.”
The tension vanished, but only for an instant, soon replaced by a hot lance through his core as Percy dove back down, swallowing CJ’s cock handily. He ran his fingers around the base, over CJ’s balls, his taint, then back up, sliding through the precum.
CJ slid a little farther down on the bed, lifted his legs slightly to expose himself. And thankfully, Percy took the hint, slipping below the taint. CJ shuddered at the first pressure against his hole. More pressure. More. He pushed back against it, opening himself slightly, and let Percy slip inside.
“God damn…” His entire body tensed. It had been…a while since he’d gotten any ass play. People looked at CJ’s musculature, his physique, his cock, and typecast him as a top. It wasn’t like he minded topping. But as Percy’s finger slid deep into his warmth, probing, stretching him, working in and out, gloriously slowly as his lips slid up and down CJ’s shaft, he made a note to ask Percy about topping.
Ask Percy, huh?No random assortment of one night stands passed through his mind, no memories, no semi-regular lays he got in touch with when he was sad and drunk. Just…Percy.
More and more, that date on the horizon sounded like a damn good idea.
His thoughts broke apart when CJ reached up tothat spotwith his finger, rubbing and circling against it, somehow spilling more precum out. CJ tried to voice an apology, knowing he had a tendency to…flood his partners. But the words couldn’t fully form as a thunderstorm pulsed and raged through him. He couldn’t even spit out a proper warning as his muscles tensed, balls jerked up tight.
He would want me to cum on his face, right?
Maybe, maybe not, but Percy didn’t complain as cum shot out into his mouth. He worked his finger inside CJ faster, pressing even harder against the outer walls, and went down to the base of CJ’s cock. CJ groaned as he felt Percy’s throat working, swallowing spurt after spurt, but those thoughts weren’t front and center.Nothoughts were front and center, just the warmth around his cock and the pressure against his hole.
After a minute—or an hour, hard to tell from inside the stupor—CJ’s back lowered to the sheet. He panted harshly, sweat dripping across his forehead. He shivered as Percy pulled his finger free, and when Percy shifted back up to lay next to him, a single streak of white trailed down from the corner of his mouth to his chin.
CJ wiped it away with his thumb, then brought it to his lips with a wink. “Thanks for…being here.” He nestled his arm behind Percy’s head, pulling him closer and reaching for as many points of contact as he possibly could. He still felt empty, no longer getting fingered, so heneededthat touch. Simply to know he was with Percy…that helped.
Chapter 11
