Page 21 of Christmas Lights & Sleepless Nights
Michael shuddered out a breath. “It does. But I think I know how to make it feel even better.” He shifted position, moving higher up Keith’s body, until his cock rubbed over the base of Keith’s dick. Michael rocked his hips, sliding his solid shaft over Keith’s balls and the underside of his cock, and Keith couldn’t stop the joyous laughter that bubbled up. Michael laughed too, and that felt right.
Keith wrapped his hand around both dicks and rubbed them together, and synchronized soft moans escaped from his and Michael’s lips. “God, that feels good,” he breathed.
Michael stilled above him, his lips inches from Keith’s. “Gotta tell you, I’m nervous.”
Keith cupped his nape. “Me too.” He kissed Michael’s mouth, then glanced between their bodies at his hand full of cock. “So this is sex, huh?” Michael’s dick was cut like his, but it was wider than Keith’s, and the feel of it nudging his balls and rubbing against his belly while Michael rocked back and forth was sexy as hell. Seeing it sliding against his own shaft brought only one thought to mind. “Can... can I suck your cock?”
Michael’s eyes widened, and he dropped onto his back, his shaft rising into the air as if clamoring for Keith’s attention. Keith moved down the bed, his arm pressed against Michael’s hip as he kissed Michael’s stomach, working his way south until he reached his dick. Keith paused, drinking in the sight, then leaned over to kiss the head.
Michael groaned, and the sound emboldened Keith to take him into his mouth, an act he’d fantasized about doing for several months but hadn’t had the nerve to ask if he could. It was like nothing he’d imagined, but what made it amazing was the obvious pleasure he was giving Michael. His hands were gentle on Keith’s head, urging him to go deeper, but not exerting more pressure than Keith could handle.
When he stilled his hands, Keith pulled free of his cock and turned to look at him.
Michael’s eyes gleamed. “Could I give it a try?”
Keith was on his back so fast, he was certain he’d pulled a muscle.
Michael’s fingers were gentle on his dick and balls as he worked Keith’s shaft with his mouth, slow and steady. Keith shivered, pushing up with his hips, undulating his body, desperate to experience more of the exquisite pleasure Michael’s lips and tongue delivered.
Michael gave the head of his cock one last hard suck before meeting Keith’s gaze.
“I can’t wait anymore.” He knelt, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. “Can I put it inside you?”
Oh Lord.
Keith was on fire. “As long as I get to do the same.”
Michael’s breathing hitched. “Works for me.” He reached for the tube of KY. “But there’s something we need to do first.” He flipped the cap and squeezed the clear jelly onto his fingers. “I have to get you ready for me, the book says.”
“And then I do it?”
Michael nodded. He stretched out at Keith’s side, raising one leg onto his shoulder, and then rubbed his slick fingertips over his pucker. The alien sensation made his heart beat faster, and he held his breath as Michael penetrated him, moving in tiny increments, until finally one finger was buried all the way inside. Michael didn’t move it but leaned over to kiss him.
“You know I love you, don’t you?”
Keith nodded, his breathing erratically. “Like I love you.”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment, to show you just how much I love you.” Michael kissed him again, only this time he withdrew his finger, still taking small steps before sliding it in again. The initial sensation of discomfort soon morphed into something more adult, more intimate, and Keith moved with him, heat building between them, swelling into a passion that overwhelmed him.
“I’m ready,” he whispered.
Michael nodded once more. He pulled free of the confines of Keith’s body, then shifted closer, rubbing the head of his cock against Keith’s waiting entrance. Michael emptied the packet of condoms onto the floor, grabbed a wrapper, tore it, and spent a second or two figuring out which way to put it on. Keith tried to help, aching to feel Michael inside him. At last the latex glove was in place, more KY was applied, and Michael pressed the warm slippery head to his hole, his breathing shallow, his gaze flitting between his dick and Keith’s face.
“I’ll take it slow, okay?” He swallowed. “The book says breathe.”
Keith managed a nervous chuckle. “Sounds like good advice.” He forced himself to take long, deep breaths as Michael pushed, pushed again, and oh dear Lord he was in.
“Oh fuck,” he said weakly.
Michael froze. “Want me to stop?”
Keith gaped at him. “Not on your life.” It burned a little, but now he knew that would fade. “Feels kinda full,” he managed to get out.
Michael’s eyes were huge. “God, it’s so tight.” He shuddered. “Can’t believe we’re finally doing this.” He didn’t move, and Keith took more deep breaths, forcing himself to relax. “Gonna take it real slow, okay?”
He nodded, unable to get his brain to function enough to form words. All of his consciousness was focused on Michael’s cock filling him, stretching him.
Michael pulled out a little, then slid back in, an inch at a time, and Keith laced their fingers, wanting more of that connection. His eyes were still large and round, and his awed expression echoed Keith’s feelings perfectly.
