“I want to feel you too,” Colton panted.
Henry wasn’t sure that Colton knew exactly what he was asking for through the fog of arousal and building need. He continued to rub Colton’s dick, now twisting his hand around, while he opened his own jeans and pulled them down below his hips taking his own briefs with them. His dick jumped free, immediately seeking friction. He was fully hard at this point. He stroked his hardness firmly a few times, spreading the precum around, groaning at the rawness of the sensation. Colton had opened his eyes, mesmerized at the sight of Henry’s dick.
“Holy shit,” he blurted. Henry smiled at him reassuringly.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just want to make you feel good. Okay?” He momentarily released Colton’s cock while he pulled off his sweater and t-shirt in one swift move making his hard dick slap against his flat stomach.Colton nodded at him, looking back down at Henry’s fully erect dick.
“Can I touch it?” he asked, swallowing deeply.
“Sure,” Henry reached out his hand, guiding Colton’s around his cock.Colton sucked in a deep breath as he looked up at Henry questioningly.
“I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never touched another man’s cock before,” he grinned.
“Not much you can do wrong,” Henry spoke softly. “Just do what you like to do to yourself when you jack off.”
Colton nodded and began stroking Henry’s dick, his smaller hand still clasped on top of Colton’s.
“Is this okay?” he asked looking up at Henry hesitantly. Henry nodded.
“It feels so good. You can grab it a little tighter. That’s it.” His heart was beating away in his chest. He was touched by the vulnerability in Colton’s voice and the almost innocent fascination in his eyes. Colton’s own dick was still dripping furiously, and his hips were looking for something to connect with. “Do you want to get us off together?” Henry asked tentatively.
“Uhm, okay…” Colton looked up at him, a question in his eyes. Henry pulled away from him and reached towards the top drawer of the nightstand. He found the small bottle of lube and turned back towards Colton again.
“Give me your hand,” he said softly. Colton reached out his hand and placed it in Henry’s smaller one. Henry poured a generous amount of lube out in their hands and smeared it around with the fingers of his other hand.
“Here, wrap your hand around both of us. Then stroke us together.” Henry placed his hand on top of Colton’s, guiding him and showing him what he meant. Colton quickly caught on and began stroking them both together in a slow but steady rhythm.
“Oh, shit, Colton. So fucking good.” Henry almost lost it then and there, leaning his forehead on the other man’s shoulder. They were both moaning now, sweat dripping down Colton’s naked chest.
“You’re gonna make me come like this,” Henry groaned, feeling the first signs of his orgasm in the familiar tightening of his balls and the tickle in his lower back.
“Come,” Colton gritted out. “I want you to.” He demanded. “I’m close too.”
He increased the pressure on their dicks against each other, and Henry began slipping into sweet oblivion as he bit into Colton’s shoulder. As he felt the first spurt of cum on his hand, he was for a moment unsure if it was him or Colton climaxing, but then his head exploded into a million pieces and his orgasm hit him like a wave of heat and blinding colors. Through the blur, he heard Colton shout “fuck” as he followed close behind, adding his load of cum on top of Henry’s.
In a sweaty tangle, they lay panting next to each other. Colton’s chest rose and fell, his eyes closed, sweat covering his body like a second skin. Henry turned on his side and trailed his fingertips along Colton’s pec muscles. Licking his lips, his fingers coasted further down towards the large tattoo covering Colton’s right ribcage. A large black tree stood tall in the middle of endless stretches of what appeared to be desert sand, a black, solitary bird sitting on a naked branch.
He trailed his fingers across the silhouette of the bird and further towards four other black birds which had already taken off. He felt the loneliness of the bird like a fierce grip on his own heart, entering his blood stream and making him shiver.
“Tell me about your tattoo,” he whispered into Colton’s left armpit.
Colton clasped Henry’s hand in his and drew it to his lips. Eyes still closed, he kissed each knuckle carefully. Then he swallowed, holding their clasped hands against his broad chest.
“It’s just a tattoo.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Colton
HE DIDN’T KNOWwhere he was. The thick smoke was intense, and his lungs felt heavy as if a strong fist was squeezing his midsection. He tried to breathe but there was no air. Sinking to his knees, he tried to crawl on the ground, checking if the air was less heavy with smoke down there. He moved forward on his elbows and knees, calling out for the others.
Will! Will! Where are you guys?! Will! Answer me! There was a ringing noise in his ears, probably from an explosion, making it difficult to hear anything else. Somewhere there was a faint sound of someone yelling but he couldn’t tell which direction the voice was coming from. Nor could he make out what they were shouting. He didn’t know for sure how long he continued to climb forward, but at some point, his right hand connected with something soft and moist. He felt a distinct smell penetrating the wall of smoke and hitting his nostrils. He knew that smell. He knew it and searched his mind for the word. Metallic. It smelled metallic. He felt his throat tightening, a sudden urge to empty his stomach on the floor in front of him. He swallowed back the bile. Patting the ground with both hands, he grabbed on to whatever his hand had connected with before and pulled it towards him. Squeezing his eyes, which were stinging from the intense smoke, he tried to see what was in front of him. His fingers were covered in something dark red and sticky. Paint? Was it paint? From somewhere, he heard someone yell his name. Colton! Colton! When he realized what he was holding, he screamed.
“Colton! Colton, wake up!” Someone was shaking him, and he sat upright, startled. He tried to breathe, sucking in gulps of air. He felt like he’d been underwater. “Shit, Colton. Are you okay?” someone said next to him, still squeezing his shoulder. He recognized the voice. Henry.
“Where… Where am I?” he panted.
“You’re with me. Henry. You’re in my room. You had a bad dream. I woke and you were screaming. Yelling for someone named Will, I think…” Henry looked at him with a concerned look in his blue eyes, brushing Colton’s sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Are you okay?” Henry had a firm hold on Colton’s naked arm with his other hand.
