“I don’t know anything about stars,” Henry smiled. “Do you?”
“A little bit. You see that bright light up there? It’s much brighter than the rest of the stars. Well, it isn’t exactly a star. It’s Venus. And you see those four stars up there?” Colton pointed at a clutter of stars in the black sky and Henry followed the line of his finger.
“Yeah, I think so,” Henry squinted.
“They form a small square. That’s the Ursa Minor. It’s pretty clear this time of year. And there, just further below. It looks almost like a snake with its head at the bottom. Do you see it?” Colton hadn’t gazed at the stars since he’d returned to the States, but he enjoyed the excitement at sharing this moment with someone. With Henry. Colton had often looked at the stars in the night sky above the desert in Yemen and in Afghanistan. There wasn’t much else to do at night. In a way the stars grounded him. If he focused on the sky above, the recurring flashbacks disappeared from his mind just for a little while. All the horrible images were, for a moment, replaced with nothing but the vastness of the universe.
“Oh yeah,” Henry exclaimed interrupting his thoughts. “That’s amazing. What’s it called?”
“Draco,” he mumbled. But Colton wasn’t looking at the sky anymore. As much as he loved the spectacular sight above him, he felt something ? or rather someone ? drawing him in away from the vastness above. Someone who shone much brighter than any star right in this moment. Looking at Henry, he saw the excitement on the other man’s face, lighting up his soft features. The pointedness of his nose. The swell of his cheeks. The curve of his sensual mouth. The dips and the shadows.
Beautiful, Colton thought to himself.Beautiful. Henry was beautiful, stunning even as he stood there completely oblivious to the effect he had on Colton. He realized in that moment that it didn’t scare him or confuse him in the least that he found Henry attractive. He wanted to reach out and touch Henry’s chin. He wanted to run his fingers through his golden blond hair. To bury his face in Henry’s neck, just where it met the collarbone, and smell him. He wanted. He craved. And without thinking further about what he was doing, Colton moved.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Henry
SOMETHING HAD BRIEFLYshifted in Colton’s posture as he stood beside him, and before he realized what was happening, Henry felt the firm warmth of Colton’s hands on his cheeks. Colton’s eyes searched his face and he frowned, almost as if he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. The palms of Colton’s hands were solid and callused, and Henry’s cheeks were almost set on fire at the mere touch. Without saying anything, Colton closed his eyes and buried his face in Henry’s neck, just above the collarbone.
In an instant, Henry nearly stopped breathing. He didn’t dare move, afraid that the moment would pass. Instead, he just stood there silently as he felt Colton’s hands move to the back of his neck, tugging gently at his hair. His lips were ghosting the skin just above Henry’s collarbone and with a gasp he felt Colton’s broad tongue lick at the sensitive spot. Electricity coursed through Henry’s body and the sensory overload was so intense that he couldn’t not move.
Dropping his half-empty beer can carelessly to the ground, Henry raised his hands and rested them tentatively at Colton’s waist. He felt the other man’s breath hitch, but he continued to nuzzle Henry’s neck, humming while he did so. Henry dug his fingers deeper into Colton’s hips and his body vibrated in return.
When he was almost about to lose it with need, he heard Colton’s raspy voice coasting across his overstimulated skin.
“I knew you’d smell good, but I never thought you’d taste even better.”
That did it for Henry. His dick tightened in his pants, almost trying to break free from its confinement. He could no longer help himself as he grabbed the back of Colton’s neck and slammed his mouth against the other man’s. The sound he was met with as his lips met Colton’s was almost animalistic. It was a growl that vibrated against Henry’s lips and all the way to his core, making his dick, if possible, even harder. With his other hand, he drew Colton’s hips flush against his own and felt the other man’s arousal. It was intoxicating.
Colton’s kiss was bruising and needy and when he pushed his tongue into Henry’s mouth, a whimper escaped his lips. Their tongues were clashing, exploring each other with force and hunger, moving in the same rhythm as their hips and hard-ons which were now grinding against each other.
Then, the fog momentarily lifted from Henry’s head and reality kicked in. He forced his mouth away from Colton’s exploring tongue. Holding Colton’s cheeks in a firm grip, Henry forced him to look into his eyes.
Colton’s eyes were glazed over with arousal and his lips were dark red, bruised from Henry’s forceful kiss. Saliva glistened at the corners of his sensual mouth. He searched Colton’s eyes for some trace of confusion or regret but didn’t find any.
“If you want me to stop, say so now,” Henry forced out. “It has to be you, because I won’t. Stop, I mean.”
The only answer Henry got in return was Colton’s kiss as he slammed his mouth back against Henry’s. With a relieved sigh, Henry returned the kiss. They continued like this for a while, both unable to pull away, and Henry stopped questioning what was happening and just gave into his insatiable hunger for Colton. At this point, Colton was fucking his mouth violently with his tongue while grinding his dick against Henry’s denim-clad thigh, almost humping him. Abandoning all doubts, Henry slowly released himself from Colton’s hold.
“I want to taste you. To feel you in my mouth,” Henry rasped breathily. Colton leaned his sweaty forehead against Henry’s as he slowly nodded. That was all Henry needed from him, and he slowly dropped to his knees while trailing his hands along Colton’s thick thighs. With skilled fingers he opened Colton’s jeans and tugged them down to his knees along with his black briefs. He was so turned on by now that his voice came out in stutters.
“Jesus, Colton, look at you.” Looking up at Colton, biting his lower lip, Henry suddenly felt awestruck by the male beauty in front of him.
Colton shook his head, biting back a groan as he grabbed the back of Henry’s hair, making it sting deliciously. Engulfed in the moment, Henry licked his lips slowly, still tasting Colton. Surrendering to his arousal, he moaned as Colton’s distinct taste hit the back of his tongue. Hit by the scent of Colton’s sweat and desire, he bent his head towards Colton’s groin and slowly licked the inside of his right thigh. Colton released a loud gasp and he felt his skin shiver below the tip of his tongue. He didn’t feel like hurrying. He wanted to experience everything and succumb to this moment with Colton. This wasn’t just about getting the other man off – he was doing this just as much for himself.
He slowly buried his nose in the coarse dark hair surrounding Colton’s cock and inhaled deeply. A mixture of sensations exploded in his head as he nuzzled his nose back and forth. There was a hint of oil and sweat but mostly Colton just smelled like Henry imagined he would. Fucking mind-blowing. God, he loved the smell of male arousal. There were no words to accurately describe that distinct and intoxicating scent of concentrated maleness.
For a moment he was completely engulfed in everything that was Colton and then he licked from the hilt of his veiny shaft to the very tip. He heard Colton hum as he tugged even harder on Henry’s hair. He savored the sting. He loved that Colton was strong but in this very moment, he was entirely in Henry’s power. He licked around the crown of Colton’s broad cock and the taste almost made him come then and there. He reached down, giving his own dick a hard squeeze, before he curled his right hand around the base of Colton’s cock while the other hand fondled the heavy balls almost bursting with his load.
“Fuck. Jesus, fuck, Henry!” Colton swore at him through gritted teeth as Henry took his cock all the way to the back of his throat, swallowing around the head. He felt a spurt of salty precum hitting the back of his tongue and he hummed at the taste. Henry continued to bob his head up and down while he looked up at Colton, who was looking back at him with a dazed look in his now almost black eyes.
He released both of his hands from Colton’s cock and balls and grabbed on to the back of his muscular thighs instead, bracing himself. With a quick glance at Colton, he released his mouth from the now pulsing dark red crown. He licked his bruised lips. Colton looked at him hesitantly as if unsure of what came next, so Henry once again took the lead.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Colton. Fuck my throat so that I can feel your big, beautiful cock all day tomorrow every time I swallow.”
As he dipped his head, once again swallowing Colton’s cock all the way back, he heard the other man groan with want and abandon before he complied and did what Henry asked.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
