Bryce rotated his hips, pushing his rock hard cock against the bed. He needed to be touched, kissed, needed to get off, but he wanted them to watch this, too. Not just because they were doing these things for the first time, but he thought it was important for them both to see how much two men could enjoy each other.
“I’m leaking all over the place.”
“Oh, fuck,” Bryce shuddered. “Don’t say shit like that. You’re going to make me blow before we even start.”
“Then let’s start. I can’t wait.” Before Bryce realized what was happening, Nick’s mouth was on his. He shoved at Bryce, rolling him over, and climbed on top of him. Their pricks rubbed together as their tongues invaded each other’s mouths. It was like a war, both of them fighting for possession as they grabbed at each other while their mouths dueled. It was rough, urgent, passionate and everything else he could imagine as his cock begged to shoot the load in his balls.
“Take my clothes off, Nick. I want your mouth. Either that or roll the fuck over and let me taste you.”
Nick jerked off of him, more urgent and needy than Bryce had ever seen him. He ripped his shirt over his head and Bryce did the same. The second he got it off, Nick’s hands were on the waistband of Bryce’s sweats and he pulled them down.
Bryce’s cock burst free, bouncing against his stomach. He lay on his back, Nick kneeling over him. “I can’t get over what you do to my body.” Nick pinched a nipple. “Your flat nipples, the hair on your chest, the muscles, and your rough hands. I think about you all the fucking time. It’s like I have to remind myself I should second guess this, us.”
“Fuck that. Don’t second guess anything. Take what you want, Nick. When’s the last time you let yourself do that?”
Bryce could see the wheels turning in Nick’s head—see his question hit home.
“What do you want, Nick?”
“Right now? Nothing, but you.” And then he kissed Bryce’s chest, his right nipple, then down his body. Nick lay between Bryce’s legs, his mouth so fucking close to Bryce’s cock that he knew if he just changed the angle, he could shove right in. Pre-come dripped from his head.
“Tell me if something I’m doing doesn’t feel good or if I’m fucking it up.”
“As long as you don’t use teeth, there’s no way to fuck this up.”
Nick leaned in, got closer. “You smell like sex...musk and sex. It makes my dick ache from wanting you.”
Bryce had to grab his balls to keep from blowing his load too soon. He had a feeling he was the only person Nick had ever talked to like this. “Gimme your mouth. Taste what you’re smelling, and then I’ll do it to you.”
Nick looked up at him, desire and fear in his eyes. Bryce smiled, hoping that helped, because he didn’t know what the fuck else to do. Yeah, he got this was a big deal for both of them, but it was right. He knew it in a way he’d never known anything else.
Bryce touched Nick, ran his hand down the side of Nick’s face, and then Nick leaned forward. His tongue slipped between his lips as he swirled it around the swollen head of Bryce’s dick. It was all wet, fucking heat, and on reflex, Bryce thrust his hips forward. “Fuck, that feels so good, baby. Do it again.”
And Nick did. He licked at the head of Bryce’s erection before sucking just the tip into his mouth. Bryce still touched the side of Nick’s face, felt the growth of hair there, let it rub his palm as Nick sucked him.
He didn’t take Bryce deep, but he didn’t have to for Bryce’s balls to want to empty into his mouth. He groaned, fought to keep himself still, as Nick explored him. Bryce’s legs trembled. The heel of his foot dug into the bed as he fought with his squirming body.
“Your skin is salty, and hot. It’s...different...but good, so fucking good, Bryce.” Nick’s tongue started at the base of Bryce’s dick, right above his balls, and then ran up to the head, where he sucked on it again. Nick moaned, and the vibration was like sensory fucking overload.
“Do that again. Moan around me. Fuck, I want to last all night, but this isn’t going to go long.”
Nick’s mouth was suddenly gone and Bryce reached for him, tried to grab him and shove his head back down to his crotch where it belonged. “Push your legs up. I want to see your ass...your hole.” He couldn’t even let the fact that Nick couldn’t just say his asshole bother him right now. Later, he’d think about it. Right now, he just wanted it under Nick’s inspection. Wanted to feel a tongue, finger, or hell even just Nick’s breath there.
