Mitch
MITCH LAY in bed for at least an hour, unable to quiet his thoughts.
“Are you asleep?”
He rolled over onto his side to look at Craig and was surprised to see him staring right at him. “No.”
“Why can’t you sleep?” Craig’s voice was husky, and Mitch took a shaky breath.
He couldn’t tell Craig the truth—that he couldn’t stop thinking about the way they’d touched earlier. That this damn trip had been a bad idea. That knowing Craig had seen him in the shower turned him on. So he deflected the question.
“Why can’t you?” he asked.
A low chuckle crossed the space between the two beds, making it seem to Mitch that Craig was closer than he really was.
“You really want to know?”
Mitch swallowed hard. Did he? “Yes.” His voice was so quiet, he wondered if Craig heard him.
Craig sat up and swung his legs over the side, his eyes twinkling in the swash of moonlight peeking through slightly open drapes. “Have you ever wanted to….” He ran his hand through his hair.
Mitch’s mouth went dry, and he licked his lips as he pulled up on his elbows and looked at Craig.
“Shit. I don’t know how to say this. I’m probably going to just fuck this up,” Craig said, beginning to ramble. “I’m not good with words like you.”
Mitch’s heart hammered against his rib cage, his head dizzy with hope as Craig rose from his bed, giving Mitch a peek at firm thighs encased in tight boxer briefs before he sat down on the edge of Mitch’s bed. He scooted over to give him room, but Craig reached down and cupped his cheek and his breath caught.
Craig leaned down, and Mitch closed his eyes. It seemed forever before he felt Craig’s lips press softly against his. So sweet and gentle. Every inch of his body came alive with that one small kiss.
His eyes fluttered open to find Craig staring at him, worry etched in his brow. Mitch offered him a small smile and laid his head back on his pillow, scooting over and patting the space next to him.
Craig moved quickly, standing to pull the blanket down and sliding in next to Mitch, stretching out on his side.
No words were needed as Craig crushed lips to his. Mitch reveled in the feeling of the light stubble rubbing against his skin, opening his mouth when Craig pressed. Craig’s tongue swept in, taking possession immediately, and it was all Mitch could do to keep himself from begging for more. Heady from Craig’s kiss, he felt light, as if the only thing preventing him from floating away was his friend’s body pressing against him, Craig’s arm across Mitch’s chest.
Mitch slid his arms tentatively around Craig’s waist and Craig moved in closer, their chests pressing together. He wiggled as he tried to slip his hands up under the hem of Craig’s shirt, finally able to touch the one man he’d desired for the past four years. Mitch let his fingers trail over Craig’s silky skin, reveling in the hard muscles covered lightly with hair. Craig moved his mouth to Mitch’s cheek, panting as he placed kisses down his cheek and jawline and onto his neck.
“Mitchell.” Craig sighed into the crook of Mitch’s neck.
He pulled his arms tighter around Craig’s waist and flattened his palms on his back, bringing him closer, so they were thigh to thigh, hip to hip, and chest to chest. Mitch’s cock was pulsing, and when Craig’s hard dick brushed against his, he moaned.
“Feels good,” he whispered.
Craig edged back a little and tugged at Mitch’s T-shirt. “This needs to go,” he huffed.
“Yours too,” Mitch shot back, using his hands to pull it up until it got stuck going over his head.
Craig laughed and sat up, then yanked it off and flung it to the ground. Mitch tugged his up and wiggled it off before tossing it over Craig’s shoulder.
They grinned at each other, and Craig practically tackled him as he lay back down, his mouth sucking hotly on Mitch’s neck. Mitch wriggled and tried to suppress the smile at feeling like Craig was marking him. It felt silly and sweet and hot all at once. He wouldn’t let himself wonder what it all meant.
Craig moved back up, and his tongue parted Mitch’s lips to sweep in, their bodies pressing together as the kiss grew in urgency. Mitch feared blowing his load early, he was so hard and aching. Like when he was a teenager.
Their bare chests rubbing together was simply heaven, and the way Craig’s hair crinkled against his smoother skin drove him crazy. His hands scrabbled across Craig’s back, trying to move him completely on top of him.
When Craig moved up, Mitch spread his legs, letting him settle between them. He rolled his hips and gasped when Craig pressed down at him, their cocks sliding against each other, the only barrier the thin fabric of their boxers. Craig kissed him again as they moved together, practically fucking while still dressed. Four years of suppressed desire screamed through Mitch, and he finally let it loose.
Mitch reached around and cupped Craig’s ass, moaning as the muscles flexed. Their frenzied movements kicked the blankets and sheet off the bed and soon the room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, their low moans.
“Craig,” he cried out. “I’m going to—”
“Come for me, Mitchell,” Craig said sharply. “Show me.”
Craig’s words put him over the edge, and he thrust once more up against him, muscles clenching. His balls pulled up tight and his release shot through, pulsing out as he rode the waves of pleasure rolling through him. He held tight to Craig as he cried out his name, and it was only when he was falling down from the clouds that Craig’s hips stuttered and the warm, wet heat of his release pressed against him, seeping into his own boxers. Craig moaned and grunted, and Mitch thought hearing Craig come was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life.
They lay together for a moment until Craig rolled off and strode over to the bathroom. He came back a minute later with a wet washcloth. Mitch gasped at his friend’s nudeness, and Craig chuckled a little.
“The boxers were a little messy,” he admitted, sitting down and holding the rag in his hand. He gestured to Mitch. “Do you want me to…?”
Mitch’s cheeks heated, which was ridiculous after what had just occurred between them. But he nodded and lifted his ass up from the bed, wriggling out of his boxers. Craig tossed them to the floor with their shirts and gently cleaned him up. He threw it on top of their shirts and slid back into bed with Mitch, then pulled the blankets up and covered them.
When Craig rolled onto his side, he threw his arm around Mitch’s stomach and then hesitated. Mitch scooted back against him until they were properly spooned and lay his arm on top of Craig’s, twined their fingers together, and sighed with satisfaction. Craig nuzzled the back of his hair as sleep came easily.