Boyfriend.
Funny how that word had seemed to change sex for Simon. He’d always had a healthy libido and he’d had his fair share of sexual encounters, including a short-term boyfriend or three over the years, but nothing came close to how he felt when he was with Patrick. The desire to touch Patrick, to be the cause of him making those sounds deep in his throat, theneedto make him quiver, to bringhimpleasure, was overwhelming.
“Simon?” Patrick’s soft use of his name sent a shiver down his spine. “Please touch me.”
Simon smiled. “I am,” he whispered as he skimmed down Patrick’s sides before grasping the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it over Patrick’s head and tossing it to the floor. He ran his hands across Patrick’s chest again, fingers grazing Patrick’s nipples and drawing a hiss from him as he leaned into Simon’s touch. Simon bent his mouth to the nipple and sucked hard. Patrick groaned in response and arched his back, at the same time putting his hands on Simon’s head and holding his mouth in place.
Oh yeah, Patrick likes his nipples to be played with.
Simon smiled around the flesh in his mouth before resuming his slow torture. He traced his tongue around the hard nub before scraping his teeth across the tip, then sucking gently.
“Simon, please… I need… oh God… that feels….”
It was only when Patrick’s thighs started to shake and his words became mumbled pleas that Simon showed mercy. He brought his mouth to Patrick’s and kissed him hard, at the same time pushing him back onto the bed.
He followed Patrick down, ravaging his mouth once more before scrambling back to his knees. He made short work of Patrick’s clothing, hauling jeans and underwear down his legs and throwing them to the carpet. Once he had Patrick naked, he sat back on his heels and admired the body lying on the bed. Patrick was all lean muscle and long limbs. Apart from the light smattering of pale hair on his legs, and the groomed area at his groin, he was smooth and perfect. Simon couldn’t resist touching that unblemished skin, and ran a hand over the pale flesh, watching as Patrick’s abdominal muscles quivered under his fingers. He did it again, purposely avoiding touching Patrick’s cock, which was lying hard on his belly. It was flushed, standing out against Patrick’s otherwise pale skin. Simon’s own cock hardened even further.
“Simon.” Patrick’s voice was strained, his hands clenched in fists at his side. Simon tore his gaze away from Patrick’s hard length and met his eyes. The need he saw there sent a spike of lust through his veins, while flooding him with happiness at just knowing he’d put that look on Patrick’s face. He looked so beautiful with the pink flush to his cheeks, hooded eyes, and bottom lip caught in his teeth.
Simon leaned over and placed a hand on the mattress at either side of Patrick’s shoulders and bent down to kiss him. Patrick’s mouth chased his and he grasped Simon’s waist when he pulled away. Simon hovered over Patrick, feeling the tremors in his hold and sensing some uncertainty from Patrick. Simon wanted to press himself to the body underneath him, to bring them together in all the right places, but fought the urge to give himself some relief. “What do you want, baby?” Simon whispered.
If it was possible, Patrick reddened even further, his cheeks turning a deep crimson, which contrasted so beautifully with his ivory skin. He studied Simon until Simon found himself aching with anticipation.
“Oh, God,” Patrick finally said. “I want everything.”
Any shyness evaporated as Patrick pulled hard, forcing Simon to collapse on top of him. Simon couldn’t help the groan as his erection finally found some pressure against the firm muscle and bone of Patrick’s hip. Patrick caught the sound in a kiss, and Simon gave in to the urge to rut, the friction sending jolts of electricity through his groin as he undulated against Patrick’s body.
Patrick didn’t break the kiss as he reached down and slid his hands into the back of Simon’s shorts. With surprising strength, he grasped Simon’s ass and hauled Simon further up his body, at the same time spreading his legs so Simon settled between his thighs.Jesus.
The new position brought their cocks into contact, their flesh only separated by the thin fabric of Simon’s shorts and underwear. But even that separation didn’t last long as Patrick fumbled to get his hands between them to undo his fly. Simon finally broke the kiss and raised himself on his arms to give Patrick room to work the button and zip. Within seconds Patrick’s hand was wrapped around his aching cock, pulling it from the confines of his clothing.Fuck!
His hips flexed as he thrust a couple of times into Patrick’s tight grip, then Patrick let go. Simon didn’t have time to regret the loss as Patrick shoved his clothing down and grasped his butt again. The hands on his ass encouraged him to move, and Simon did, shivering with pleasure as his straining erection rubbed against Patrick’s equally hard length.
He brought his head down and kissed Patrick, their tongues stroking together in mimicry of their cocks slipping and sliding against each other. Patrick’s fingers on his ass were setting the pace and would no doubt leave bruises, but there was something so unbelievably hot in the way Patrick was pulling them together. It was as if he was trying to get as close as possible, and Simon wanted that, too; he wanted to be part of Patrick, to be as close as two people could be. He wanted to get inside; he wanted to fuck him so badly.
Patrick released his grip, and this time Simon did protest the loss, but his groan of complaint changed to a moan as Patrick’s fingers skimmed across his skin and found his crease. They ghosted between his cheeks and over his hole, and suddenly he imagined an entirely different scenario. Would Patrick want to fuck him? They hadn’t gone that far yet and hadn’t even broached the subject. Simon somehow thought that Patrick would prefer to bottom, and he sure as hell preferred to top. But maybe he’d been wrong? Wrong about them both, because at this moment he most definitely wasn’t thinking of anything other than wanting Patrick inside him.
Patrick’s tongue licked at his lips as his finger circled Simon’s opening. Simon didn’t offer any resistance, parting his lips to allow Patrick access to his mouth. The kiss was hot and passionate; another spike of lust surged into his groin at Patrick’s taste, and he moaned into his mouth. The friction against his dick wasn’t enough, and the light touches from Patrick’s fingers were an excruciating tease. He spread his legs further, tilting his hips slightly, and Patrick seemed to know what he was asking for. Patrick stroked with more pressure and the sensation was immense. All Simon’s nerves were on fire as he thrust against Patrick’s cock and back into Patrick’s grip. His ass cheeks clenched with each movement as the pressure built in his groin—between his cock and his ass, he was on fire, but it was Patrick’s heaving breath against his face and own sounds of pleasure that had Simon’s pulse racing.
“Oh, my God, Patrick. Feels so good.”
“Uh-huh,” Patrick panted, raising his hips from the bed and rubbing his dick alongside Simon’s. His finger continued in the relentless press and tease that had Simon wanting more.
Using his knees and arms for leverage, Simon raised himself slightly. He looked down, first at Patrick’s flushed face and those huge dark eyes. His lips were moist and swollen, and Simon couldn’t resist dipping down for another quick kiss. He lifted again and this time looked between their bodies, groaning at the sight of their cocks nestled together. His own pulsing length lay next to Patrick’s, just the heads visible between their bellies. Patrick’s foreskin was pulled back and moisture gathered at his tip. Simon thrust gently, luxuriating in the feeling of his cock rubbing through the slippery liquid that had collected on Patrick’s stomach. He thrust again. The hard planes of Patrick’s abs and the silken skin of his cock provided the perfect friction, and a shiver of electricity shot through him at the contact, concentrating in his dick and balls.Oh, God.
Simon held still for a moment as he tried to stem the building pressure. His arms trembled as he brought himself under control. Once he felt he could move without exploding, he thrust again, this time making it gentle and setting up a slow rhythm of forward and backward motions aimed at teasing Patrick, but Patrick didn’t let him slow things down, and kept Simon teetering on the edge.
The ache of want became too much and he wasn’t above begging. “Patrick,” he whispered again his ear, “I need—”
“I know.” Patrick shut him up with a kiss, then before Simon could register what was happening, Patrick had flipped him onto the bed beside him and was scrambling to his knees. He leaned across to one of the nightstands, stopping with a grip on the handle to turn and look at Simon. “In here?”
Simon nodded.
Once Patrick had the small packet and the bottle of lube, he sat back on his haunches. His cock was straining and flushed. Simon reached out and wrapped his hand around the base. The flesh was hot under his touch, silken skin over the hard core. He pulled his hand up Patrick’s length, enjoying the movement of skin as he drew the foreskin forward. He moved his hand back down, and his mouth watered as the glistening red tip was exposed again.
“Simon?” Patrick’s voice was shaky and his thighs quivered.
Simon tore his gaze away from the part of Patrick he craved to have inside him, but he didn’t move his hand. He met Patrick’s eyes and held his other hand out for the condom.
He thought he saw a flash of disappointment, but Patrick ripped the foil and passed the condom to Simon. Simon brought the latex to the tip of Patrick’s cock and looked up at him. “Is this all right?”
Patrick’s smile reached his eyes. “This ismorethan okay.”
Simon breathed a sigh of relief as he rolled the condom on with trembling hands. His whole body was tense with longing, and to find out Patrick was happy to take care of that need was like a million Christmases come at once.
Patrick bent and put his lips to Simon’s in a tender kiss that quickly turned to more. He separated them only briefly to slick his fingers before kissing the daylights out of Simon once more. Between the kiss and the hand that was back at his ass, he was in heaven.
“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, okay?” Patrick whispered. “We can take it as easy as you like.”
The feeling when Patrick’s finger penetrated his ass was amazing, and when he was finally breached by Patrick’s cock, he almost came on the spot. The pressure, the fullness, the knowledge that Patrick and he were one… it was almost overwhelming. Simon gave in to the feelings and emotions, and allowed Patrick to take him to heights he’d never been.
