Grant suggested, “How about you get naked now, too?” And, though Wylie dropped his jeans, he hesitated with his underwear.
Grant could sympathize. It wasn’t just the OMG I’m getting naked in front of somebody thing. Wylie was worried Grant wouldn’t like what Wylie showed him. Maybe it would be better to go slower?
“Never mind,” Grant said and waved him forward. “Just come here.”
Wylie nibbled his bottom lip, but took his fingers off the waist of his briefs. He looked adorably uncertain when he got on his knees on the bed again. Grant cupped his shoulder and waist, encouraging Wylie to lay down on him. When he did, Wylie mostly moaned an “oh, shit” while he flattened out on top of Grant.
And Grant smiled because, whatever Wylie had going on inside his underwear, it was definitely just him, stiff and poking into Grant’s inner thigh. No props or whatever he’d called them this time, and that was hot.
“We can do whatever,” Grant whispered while smoothing back the jumbled curls framing Wylie’s face. “Only things you’re comfortable with, okay?”
Wylie nodded and got his knees under him. Grant was glad since now they could move against each other easier. When he did that, when he rubbed his cock up into Wylie’s belly, both of them groaned. It was like a starter pistol or something. Suddenly, Wylie was right back to devouring Grant’s mouth. Not as aggressively, just…with need.
Grant could understand the need—oh, yes, he could. With Wylie kissing him like this and rolling his hips to grind his cotton briefs into Grant’s naked cock, everything centered on a need for more pleasure, more friction, more tongue. He panted when he could catch a breath and clutched at Wylie’s back to keep him right there where everything felt so awesome.
Suddenly, Wylie lifted his head and groaned, body trembling in Grant’s arms. Was that— Did he— “You didn’t,” Grant said.
Wylie’s face flushed even redder. “Heh,” he said and grinned shyly.
Grant groaned, and then rolled them over. Wylie gasped and clutched at his shoulders while Grant kept rocking his hips. He bet Wylie was in a pretty unique position to have multiple orgasms and he really wanted to find out.
“Please, Wy. Let me.” He pulled down the side of Wylie’s underwear, exposing his lean hip. Shit, that was sexy.
“L-let you what exactly?”
“Let me touch you. I just want to make you feel good some more.”
Wylie, thankfully, didn’t think about his response for long. He lifted up, and Grant took advantage by pulling his briefs down. Moving back, Grant took them right on off Wylie’s legs, his gaze latched onto their apex.
It looked like a penis. It honestly did. Fine, it wasn’t very big—maybe three inches—but it was a dick. Had some extra flesh looking like it tried to hold the cock down, but that was male anatomy and an erection as far as Grant was concerned.
“Jesus, Grant, say something.”
He startled. From the flushed and frowning look on Wylie’s face, Grant bet he’d been staring too long for Wylie’s comfort.
“Quit worrying, dude.” Grant grinned and slid his hand down Wylie’s taut belly and thin treasure trail until his fingers brushed into coarse, golden brown curls.
Wylie shivered. “W-we’re alright?”
“Yep.”
The first touch of Grant’s fingers to that little uncut cock made Wylie gasp. Grant watched Wylie’s face as he discovered he could actually jack his dick inside its…foreskin. Wylie’s eyes closed and he made deep, desperate sounds Grant liked hearing. And Wylie couldn’t keep still either. He wiggled around, thrust into Grant’s hand, retreated like it was too much, arched his neck… All while letting loose one uninhibited noise after another.
Grant became really aware of the throb in his own cock while he watched Wylie enjoy himself. Feeling a little more daring—because he didn’t want to freak Wylie—Grant slid his fingers farther back.
Wylie twitched and, though he spread his legs, he watched Grant with that uncertain look on his face again. So Grant smiled because there was nothing wrong with any of this. Not at all. Just…different. Wylie was just a different kind of guy, and Grant was cool with that.
To prove his acceptance, Grant coated his fingers in Wylie-made slick, and then brought them back to Wylie’s dick. He could tell Wylie was still concerned, but he couldn’t hold back his pleasured whine and the flutter of his eyelids.
Grant leaned over him on his other hand, straddling Wylie’s thigh. “How cool you are,” he whispered, “making your own lube like this.”
Wylie gulped. “It’s okay?” He was already breathless.
Grant moved his fingers back down to the edge but not inside, just circling slowly. Wylie gasped and seemed to try not to move.
“I want you, Wylie.” He dipped his hips down so his own eager erection could press into Wylie’s thigh. “See? Feel me wanting you?”
Wylie made a needy sound and undulated so Grant’s fingers went inside him. Just a little bit, a tiny invasion, but Grant gasped. Wylie trembled all over before pulling back to do it again. Grant just watched because… Fuck, that’s hot.
It was then that Grant realized how Wylie smelled. Or didn’t smell really. He’d expected Wylie’s scent would be like an aroused woman down here, but no. His heated skin and all this slickness smelled like a musky, aroused man. Grant moved to get a better whiff.
“Grant?”
“Shh,” he said as he got nose-to-pubes. He took a deep breath. “Oh, wow, yeah.”
“What… What are you—”
Grant rubbed his face in the crinkly hairs, breathing that inspiring scent, and hummed his exhale. Wylie made a whimpering sort of noise, like he tired to hold it back. What sort of noise would he make when Grant tasted that slick dick? He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and—
Wylie bucked, slamming his pelvis into Grant’s face, and his thighs clamped onto either side of Grant’s head, too. There was sound, maybe a quiet scream, but the smack of those hard thighs muffled it and popped his eardrums. Thankfully, Wylie re-opened his legs to free him, and Grant lifted his head, feeling a little dazed.
“I am so sorry.”
Grant cleared his throat and checked to make sure his nose wasn’t broken. At least he hadn’t bitten his tongue. Or Wylie’s dick.
“Okay,” Grant said and cleared his throat. “Guess I should’ve warned you. Or something.”
Were his ears ringing or was that somebody’s phone?
“It was good. I mean… It was just— I didn’t expect you to do that.” Wylie looked shocked.
“It’s okay if I do, though?”
He nodded fast. “Yes. Yeah.”
Grant put his hands on Wylie’s inner thighs. “I’m holding these down this time.”
Wylie chuckled self-consciously. “Right. Sorry.”
“Nearly made me deaf or something, dude.”
“I won’t do it again.”
“Uh-huh.”
Grant moved up more and wedged his shoulders against Wylie’s knees. Just to make sure. He leaned back in, looked up at Wylie’s pink face, and licked very gently. Wylie’s whole body jerked and those thighs threatened to but couldn’t lift from the bed. Grant grinned and huffed a breath of amusement, which also made Wylie twitch.
“Gonna make you come like this.”
“Yeah.” Wylie gasped. “Oh, god.”
Grant opened his mouth and maneuvered that little cock onto his tongue before closing his lips around it. While Wylie gasped some more and writhed around, Grant felt him flex in his mouth. Cool. He could rub his nose, his whole face, into Wylie’s pubes and suck on his dick, too. And when he moved down and used his tongue it was like going down on a girl, but really not at all and…
Well, Grant just stopped thinking about that sort of thing. He held one tight ass cheek in his hand and swirled his thumb around in the slick of Wylie’s opening and it was all just really awesome sex. He didn’t care about parts or whatever. This was him and Wylie, finally.
Grant found his rhythm and bobbed his head, his mouth sucking and lips sliding on Wylie’s dick. The noises out of Wylie… Damn, they were urgent, sexy sounds. Like begging but without words. And then Wylie’s hand was in Grant’s hair, massaging his scalp, just along for the ride. Until Wylie’s hips started bucking, rolling, and his fingers grabbed Grant’s hair. He moaned, loving that biting pull and how loud Wylie was getting.
He was coming. Wylie was coming.
Grant pressed in, took all of Wylie’s throbbing, hot cock into his mouth and sucked and moaned. Wylie’s thighs clench hard. Grant heard him grunt and pant. Wylie wailed, arched up, and Grant felt the dick in his mouth pulse again and again. He had to let it go then because he couldn’t breathe while he reached down and held onto his own dick and came in waves that made him jerk and shoot all over the bedspread.
“Holy fu-uck,” Grant stuttered while he gasped. Hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t seen it coming. “Aw, god,” he mostly groaned and let his head rest in the dip of Wylie’s hip. Soft curls ticked his nose and lips and he smiled because Wylie still smelled so sexy. He could maybe catch his breath and start all over.
Wylie’s fingers jerked against Grant’s head as he unclenched his hair. Grant looked up and saw Wylie gulping air and staring at the ceiling. Shocked. Good shocked?
Grant made himself get up on his hands and knees and climb up the bed before flopping down again. He brushed some sweaty curls out of Wylie’s eyes, and then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “You okay?”
Wylie closed his eyes and mouth, swallowed, and nodded. He took a deep breath before sighing it out. Finally, he looked over at Grant and most of the shock was gone. “That was just…” He started grinning bigger and bigger. “That was the best thing ever.”
Grant chuckled and felt lit up for being the bringer of the best thing ever.
He leaned in and kissed Wylie, but when he pulled back Wylie was frowning a bit. Maybe he didn’t like the taste of himself? Grant was about to say something about how salty semen wasn’t his favorite flavor in the world so Wylie was a huge improvement, but Wylie smiled again and pulled Grant in for more kisses. Tasting kisses. The kind where tongues did most of the work and Wylie’s only retreated so he could swallow down what he found. So that was good, too.
“My turn?” Wylie asked while his hand wandered down Grant’s belly.
“Uh, no, actually.” He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, feeling a blush coming on.
Wylie froze. “Did you…”
“I did. Never done that before.”
Wylie covered his eyes, grimacing behind his hand. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” he whispered miserably.
Grant frowned and took Wylie’s hand away from his face. “Sorry? For what?”
He looked away. “Making you lose your erection.” His voice couldn’t get any sadder.
“Shit! No, not that. I came, Wylie.” He chuckled at the raised eyebrows and wide eyes staring at him. “Yeah, you made me come just from sucking you off.” He socked his shoulder. “Congrats, you stud.”
Wylie burst into peals of laughter, loud and genuine. He even curled up, arms hugging his chest and knees bending over his stomach. Then his arms shot over his head and his legs kicked out and he shouted, “I love sex!”