“Never try to be anyone else, okay? I like you the way you are.”
He nods. “Deal.”
I push up onto my toes and hook my arms around his neck, drawing him into a kiss. Butch smiles against my lips and slides both hands down to my ass. I tease my tongue along the seam of his mouth and pluck at the collar on his polo shirt.
“We need to get you out of these god-awful clothes.”
He frowns, pulling away from the kiss to look down at his outfit. “You don’t like them?”
“They’re fine, but I like you better in a pair of joggers and a T-shirt.” I run my hands over the swell of his pecs and then down his belly to grab the hem of his shirt. “I like it when you look like you.”
I tug on his shirt, slowly lifting it up and bending down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to each inch of skin I expose. His abs tighten with the quiet moan he lets out, and I dip my tongue into his belly button. I push his shirt higher, licking the lower swells of his pecs and then the stiff buds of his pink nipples. He lifts his arms and as he tugs his shirt the rest of the way off, I press my face into his armpit and inhale the heady, masculine scent of his sweat. He groans again and jerks his hips, nudging the hardening swell of his cock against my belly.
He drops his shirt on the floor, and I pull my face out of his armpit to lick his chest and nipples again while I tug the button loose on his pants. He grunts each time I flick the hard buds with my tongue, threading his fingers into my hair to encourage me. I catch his nipple between my teeth, and he hisses, grinding his erection against me again with needy little jerks of his hips. I hook my fingers into his pants and underwear and shove them both down impatiently.
I want every inch of his bare skin, I want the heat of his cock, I want miles of hard muscle flexing and twitching from the light touch of my fingertips.
Butch kicks his clothes off and leaves them pooled on the floor. I’m fully expecting it this time when he digs his fingersinto the back of my thighs and hoists me off my feet, but I gasp anyway. He grins at me, and I’m about to lean in and kiss him when the look in his eyes distracts me. His gaze is fixed on me as he carries me to his bedroom, and there’s something in the depths of his eyes that makes my breath catch and my heart feel like it’s three sizes too big to fit inside my chest. It’s longing and awe and…
I swallow hard and rake my fingers through his short hair. It’s too soon for him to feelthatway, isn’t it? I’m probably imagining it or maybe even projecting. I want it to be real though. Maybe it can be.
He lowers me onto the bed, and all my overthinking scatters in the wind as soon as his mouth crashes into mine again. Maybe it’s because we’re both very aware that our food is going to get here soon, or maybe it’s just because a week without touching each other like this was too damn long, either way, the kiss turns feral and desperate almost instantly. Our lips find a frantic rhythm and our tongues tangle, gasps and moans vibrating between us as we work together to get my clothes off too.
Butch yanks on my shirt and there’s a faint ripping sound.
“Shit, sorry,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I don’t care.” I break the kiss just long enough to toss my torn shirt aside, then hook my hand behind his neck and pull him right back in.
The slide of his tongue against mine sends tendrils of heat through my body, pooling between my legs to make my dick swell and my scrotum feel achy and sensitive. My hole clenches at the memory of being stretched and filled by him, and I gasp into his mouth.
“I want you so bad,” I groan.
He makes a needy rumbling sound in his throat that I can’t mistake for anything other than agreement. He nips his way along the edge of my jaw, bracing one hand on the pillow nextto my head and wrapping the other around both our cocks. He rocks his hips and the rough drag of his weighty erection against mine makes my eyes roll back and my toes curl.
“Butch,” I gasp, digging my fingers into his biceps and canting my hips.
“I love your cock,” he growls, thrusting again.
His words are like a bucket of cold water. My stomach clenches and all my muscles tense involuntarily.
“You don’t have to say that,” I mumble. “It’s fine. I know you likeme, and that’s enough.”
His grip on our cocks loosens and he sits back, frowning down at me with a puzzled expression.
“What are you talking about?”
Fuck, I wish I hadn’t said anything. It was just dirty talk anyway. I could have let it pass without ruining the mood.
“Forget it.” I try to wave him off, but he keeps frowning.
Butch puts his index finger in the middle of my chest and holds my gaze with a serious look as he slowly drags it downward, over my sternum, down my belly… My breath hitches and I squirm when he reaches my belly button and keeps going.
“I know I spend a lot of time gassing you up and trying to build up your confidence when we’re at the gym, but I wouldn’t lie to you, Rocky.”
I swallow hard. “I appreciate it, it’s just… I know you’ve been with plenty of cis guys who have, you know, regular sized dicks. Plus, you’re so into all the manly stuff, it’s probably a disappointment that there’s no cum for you to lick off of me or anything.”
His usually light, playful expression darkens, and he shuffles backward. Is he leaving? I really did ruin the mood, didn’t I? Maybe I even made him rethink this whole thing.
