“Is that so?” he asks gruffly.
My breath hitches and I nod.
BUTCH
We stare at each other silently for a long second, the air heavy between us. His eyes darken as his pupils get wider, and my heart thunders with self-restraint. I want to give him a chance to tell me to go, if that’s what he wants.
Don’t tell me to go.
I track a bead of sweat as it rolls down the side of his neck. My mouth waters and my cock stiffens eagerly. Percy runs his tongue along his bottom lip, leaving it damp and shiny, just begging to be sucked between my teeth. His shirt is sweaty enough to cling to his body, and the hard nubs of his nipples are pressed against the fabric.
It feels like a fucking lifetime, but it’s only a heartbeat before he takes a step towards me, holding my gaze as he reaches down to grab the bottom of the T-shirt and pull it over his head. His eyes still don’t leave mine as he holds the shirt out and drops it on the floor between us with a smirk on his face. A challenge. An invitation. Like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
It only takes two long strides for me to close the gap between us and haul Percy into my arms. A breathy sound catches in his throat as he wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. With daylight coming in through the living room windows, I can see the dusting of light-colored hair on his chest, a smattering of freckles on the left side of his collarbone, the faint scars under each of his pecs, and the barely there shadow of stubble on his jaw.
I carry him a couple more steps and press his back up against the nearest wall. We’re going to need to talk about thisat some point. What it means, what hewantsit to mean. But that can wait until another day. Hell, it can wait until another week or another month as far as I’m concerned. I’d much rather stay focused on the parts that don’t need words and avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.
I grunt, squeezing Percy’s firm little ass in my hands and nudging his chin with my nose. He takes the hint and tilts his head back, letting it fall softly against the wall. Another droplet of sweat rolls down the long column of his throat, and I catch this one on my tongue, moaning against his skin.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I rasp, following the path of that bead of sweat all the way up his throat to his chin, then starting over again, the salty flavor of his skin bursting on my tongue and going straight to my cock.
Percy whines and jerks his hips, grinding his cock against my belly. I drag my tongue along his collarbone and hitch him a little higher so I can lick the glistening planes of his chest. Every inch of his skin that I taste only makes me more thirsty for him.
I catch his mouth with mine, sliding my tongue between his lips to lick inside. He groans and tangles his fingers in my hair, pressing his lips more roughly against mine. I don’t know if he’s just feeling more confident after last night or if it’s the post-run adrenaline, but I definitely like this rougher Rocky. He sucks my tongue and grinds himself against my belly again, making needy noises that reverberate into my mouth and fuel the lust coursing through me.
Without breaking the kiss, I carry him over to the couch and lower him onto it. His legs loosen, but stay wrapped around me, and he arches up to meet my body with a whimper vibrating around my tongue.
I pull away from his mouth with a grunt and pin his arms over his head. His eyes flutter open, and he watches me with heat and curiosity, his skin flushed and his hips jerking. I burymy nose in his armpit and drag in a deep breath to fill my lungs with the musky, natural scent that makes my balls heavy and my cock throb.
“Butch,” he pants my name while I greedily inhale, rubbing my nose into his damp underarm hair like an animal. “I want to do it too. I want to taste your sweaty skin.”
He tugs his hands, and I let them go. Our mouths find their way back to each other and we grapple with each other’s clothes, kicking off our own shoes and shedding every damned piece of fabric between us as fast as we can between tongue-heavy kisses and impatient groans, until there’s nothing but slick skin against slick skin.
The couch isn’t nearly big enough for the two of us in this position, but with one foot on the floor and one arm braced on the back of the couch, I’m able to make it work. My hard cock nudges into the crook of his thigh, dragging against the hot, sweaty skin of his sac.
Percy hooks one hand behind my neck and drags me down so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck like I did to him before, nuzzling the hollow of my throat before running his tongue down to the curve of my pecs with a deep moan.
“You’re right, that’s so sexy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my sweaty skin and then lapping at it again.
“Here, get the good stuff.” I lift my arm, and he doesn’t hesitate to bury his face in my armpit. Percy moans again and I feel his cock twitch, his hips snapping involuntarily.
“It’s so… primal,” he rasps, rubbing his face into my armpit. “So… so…masculine.”
“There’s only one thing better than that.” I grind into the hot crook of his thigh and dig my fingers into his hips, then I shuffle back and sink to my knees next to the couch. “A nice, sweaty ballsac.” I grin at the way his eyes widen.
His hands twitch for just a second, like he’s fighting the instinct to cover himself now that I’m down here, between his legs, in broad daylight. But I don’t give him the chance to feel self-conscious, hitching his legs over my shoulders and pressing my nose into his hot sac. It’s the same musky smell, only stronger, better, even more manly than in his armpits.
I drag my tongue slowly over his sac, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of sweat and adrenaline and lust. Percy gasps and his legs fall open wider, his hands finding their way into my hair again. His cock visibly jerks with impatience every time I lick a fresh path over his balls, feeling them twitch and tighten with every pass of my tongue.
“Butch, Butch,Butch.”
Every time my name falls from his lips in that breathless, needy way, I want to pound my chest like a caveman. His legs start to tremble and quake on my shoulders, and I finally drag my tongue up his shaft.
“Oh god, suck me, Butch. Please.” He tugs on my hair, thrusting against my lips.
I grin, teasing my lips over his cockhead.
“You want to come in my mouth again?” I flick just the tip with my tongue, and his back arches off the couch. “You want to grind this perfect little cock of yours on my tongue until it explodes?”
