He moves to the top of the bed on his knees, facing the headboard.
I slide in behind him, but this isn’t how I want to fuck him, not this time.
I kiss the back of his neck, tracing the shape of the freckles lining the backs of his shoulders.
“I love these,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“What?”
“Freckles.”
He snorts. “I hate ‘em.”
“Why?They’re so hot.”
He hums like he disagrees but he won’t bother arguing. I take my time tracing his hips with my fingers, ghosting my hands over his shoulder blades, his spine, those dents in his lower back, pressing my thumbs into them, seeing how well they fit.
Evan groans. “Fuck, Nate, do it already.”
“Patience. Let me enjoy you. I’ve waited a long time for this.”
He goes completely still and I keep running my hands over his beautiful skin. Noting the tan lines where his shorts usually sit. He must walk around without a shirt on when he’s on the beach, because he doesn’t have any tan lines where a shirt or vest would be. I stroke his pale ass cheeks, watch him shiver as I get closer to his crack. He opens his legs wider and grips the headboard. Pressing my lips to his shoulder, I sigh, closing my eyes before nipping his skin, letting my tongue trace a cluster of freckles, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and chlorine from the pool.
“I want you,” I whisper. “So bad.”
“Fuck, Nate, you’re gonna kill me with this shit.”
I don’t even think about what he might mean by that. Instead, I open the drawer and take out the box of condoms and the new tube of lube and throw them on the bed. Evan looks at them as I stroke the inside of his thigh. His cock is leaking, pre-cum dripping down his shaft.
When my fingertips finally graze his balls, he gasps. I start massaging them and he grinds his ass back against my cock. I know he can feel it. How turned on I am for him. I want him to know how much I want him. Need him.
We grind as I slide my hand up and down his length. Silent. Our breath and the friction of skin are the only sounds in the room. I don’t even need to be inside him, I could come just likethis. But he’s pushing back with more insistence, so I pop the cap on the lube and slide my fingers into his crack and he hisses. My finger finds his hole and I rub circles around him until he lets me in with a groan.
I clamp my mouth down on his shoulder and suck as I massage him with my fingertips, hooking my fingers until his legs start to shake.
With two fingers buried deep inside him, he says, “Now,fuck.Nate, do it.”
“You open the condom, please.”
He tears into the box and rips the condom packet open with his teeth before passing it back to me.
I wish I could just sink into him with my bare skin, but I wouldn’t do that. Even if I’m half mad in the moment and would do anything Evan asked, I want to protect him.
I slick myself up with the lube before pressing against his hole. Evan groans and lets his head fall forward, but I pause.
“What the fuck, Nate? Just do it.”
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“Please, Ev. I need to see your face while I do this.”
He turns, his pupils blown wide and a flush crawling from his chest up his neck and face.
Fuck, I’m so glad I made him turn around.
I ignore the faded bruise under his eye, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, savoring the shape of his lips and the way he tastes.
