“Oh.” CJ knew he’d taken a look or two. Or five. Or more. But he’d at least assumed he was being alittlesubtle about it.Maybe another gay guy’s just tuned to pick up on it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“You didn’t meananythingby it?” Percy glanced up, half a smile pulling a single dimple into his cheek. “Not one thing?”
“Well. I didn’t mean anything outside of sheer admiration.” His face burned, and he was absolutely certain he must have gone wine-colored just from this brief talk so far, but he pushed past it. “Can’t blame a red-blooded American male for taking a peek.”
Percy chuckled, and his death grip on the mug loosened ever so slightly. “So, if it meant that. And you liked what you saw. Uh, this is awkward.” He shuffled on the cushion, adjusting so he was angled a bit more toward CJ. Not enough for direct eye contact, but certainly enough that CJ could make out every twitch of his brow and wrinkle of his forehead, and watch as he gently worried his lower lip between his teeth while he worked up the gumption for…something.
Finally, he spat it out, the words an avalanche. “Do you want to hook up or not hook up or make out or something?” He immediately grabbed one of the throw pillows and buried his head, moaning into it.
Because hearing him moan is going to decrease the sexual tension so well.
CJ let the words work through his mind, chewing on them and trying to find some purchase for…reason or logic, for one. Mainly reason. His dick had immediately voted “yea,” throbbing in his pants as it lengthened. It would be so easy to just let that lead the way, grab Percy by the shoulders, shove him back on the couch, taste his skin as he stripped off his shirt…
“Is this because of the money?” More than anything, CJ wanted to make sure that wasn’t a factor in this. That sort of power imbalance was too easy to fall into, even if that hadn’t been his intention.
Percy blinked at him a couple times, then his eyebrows went up. He didn’t say anything, but he dug into his pocket, pulling out the packet of bills. He shoved them into CJ’s breast pocket, then slowly raised his gaze, meeting CJ’s eyes. “If you don’t mind onion breath—”
CJ cut his words off, desperately diving forward, sucking Percy’s lower lip between his. His tongue explored, feeling hard teeth and the soft warmth of the inside of his cheeks. The breath was hardly an issue—they’d both had the same onion rings—and as he explored deeper, hips grinding of their own accord, Percy’s hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. CJ kept some of his weight up, not wanting to crush Percy’s smaller frame, but he was insistent, hands sliding down, cupping CJ’s ass and yanking him.
Hardness pressed against hardness. Percy bucked up, thrusting against CJ’s crotch and moaning, forcing hot breath to travel between them. CJ was growing lightheaded, but he couldn’t convince his body to pull away, to allow him to breathe. This burning had grown stronger and stronger all these hours he’d spent with Percy today, and now that he’d been allowed to release it, the flames raged, consuming every reasonable impulse, every intelligent synapse.
Everything about him sparked simply for the feeling of Percy’s soft lips against his, the insistent clawing of his hands at CJ’s back, and the ragged, uneven thrusting as they ground against each other.
Finally, Percy pulled back, shooting agonizing emptiness through CJ. He took a few moments to catch his breath before speaking, eyes bright as he stared up at CJ. His lips barely moved, breath barely forced sound out enough loudly to make himself heard. “Bedroom. Naked. Now.”
And all the sudden, stopping the kiss didn’t feel like such a soul-deep betrayal. The room had fuzzed in a veil of lust, and his legs quivered, weak with passion as he pushed himself off the couch. Percy grabbed tight to his hand, a surprising strength in his grip as he marched toward the bedroom. It was a small space, almost entirely sucked up by a king-sized bed too large for the dimensions. The walls were a seafoam green, and the bedding stark white, slightly rumpled, with a heavy, patchwork quilt thrown over the top.
And since Percy was inside, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal a treasure trail, and a dark patch of hair in the center of his chest, the décor was absolute perfection, as far as CJ was concerned.
He unbuttoned his own shirt, never once taking his eyes off Percy, watching as he flicked his belt open, then dropped his jeans to a puddle on the floor. Somehow, CJ hadn’t put together that CJ would be in briefs, in spite of picking some up off the floor earlier. Now, he was well-aware of the fact, taking in the sight of his wiry, muscled thighs, the dark hair spreading down. That treasure trail disappeared beneath a black waistband, guiding the eyes to the tight, white material, barely containing his hard-on.
CJ dropped his pants, his boxers tenting straight forward as he finally freed himself. The fire raged in his core again, and he stepped forward, closing the gap, running his hands across Percy’s shoulders, then down to his armpits. In one move, he lifted Percy up, twisting him over to the bed, and took back his position, grinding his full weight down against him as he locked their lips together.
With such little fabric left between them, Percy’s hands digging into his ass drove him absolutely mad, hitching his breath in his throat and pulsing heat through his cock. Wetness formed, leaving a spot on his boxers. He scraped one hand across Percy’s chest, brushing his nails over his right nipple. A gasp from Percy, thrusting hot breath into CJ’s mouth.
CJ forced himself away from Percy’s mouth, running kisses down his chin, the warm, pulsing veins of his neck, his Adam’s apple, his chest, before finally arriving back at that same nipple. He sucked the hard nub into his mouth, relishing as Percy’s hips lifted again, thrusting up into him, milking out more precum. CJ hadn’t been this wet in a long time. He flowed continuously into his underwear and his balls throbbed, aching to be released, emptied.
Chapter 5
Percy’s back arched up at the sharpness of teeth against his nipple. CJ closed them gently and tugged, running the tip of his tongue over the tiny bit of sensitive skin still exposed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Harder.”
And without questioning him, CJ obliged, tightening his bite. Not painful, per se, but noticeable for certain. Another pull back, lightning rocking through Percy’s chest and arcing down to his crotch. He sucked in a few breaths, calming himself enough that he wouldn’t blow his load just from the nipple play. He didn’t want to give any excuse for this to end too soon. Although as CJ continued his ministrations, pinching CJ’s other nipple between his fingernails, Percy was pretty well convinced he could go two or three rounds back-to-back.
He couldn’t recall a headier experience, one so full of lust that it crackled through his body.
Percy slid his hands up the firm, taut globes of muscle, hooking his hands into the waistband of CJ’s boxers, then shimmied them down, struggling with them as the exquisite torment continued on his nipples.
CJ got the message, releasing Percy’s nipples and slipping his shorts off, all while Percy watched, taking in every millimeter of detail. His soft, gently muscled abdomen rippled, chest and shoulders flexing slightly with every movement to undress himself. He had no happy trail to speak of, but he slowly revealed a trimmed, brassy patch of hair just below his waist. Percy’s breath caught as the underwear dropped lower, giving him the first flash of the steel hard rod. He was pale, beneath his boxers, stark tan lines delineating his most private areas. His head was a deep pink, glistening as a line of precum dripped down. His balls were tight to his body, but also kept trimmed, smooth.
When he turned to toss his underwear aside, Percy got a full look at his ass, pale and soft, but he knew from personal experience the muscles were firm. He gripped himself through his briefs, massaging his still-somehow-stiffening cock.
“Are you leaving me alone in this?” CJ gestured to his crotch with a grin. “Not a very hospitable host.”
A flicker of shame passed over Percy, but the lust drowned it out. He could happily oblige. He fumbled his waistband lower and lower, not moving nearly so smoothly as he would have liked, or as smoothly as CJ had a minute before. His dick sprung up, slapping him just below the belly button, and his underwear caught around his knees. He kicked one foot free, but the other one stuck in the leghole. Trying to kick himself loose, he toppled forward.
Nose to tip with CJ’s cock.At least I fell in a fortuitous position.
CJ started some comment or another, but Percy parted his mouth, darting his tongue out against the glistening precum. It was salty and musky, slick as it passed into his mouth, lingering slightly on his lips. His cock throbbed and his hole ached to be filled.It’s not even a first date. Let’s chill a second.
