“Not much of a gambler, I’m afraid. I’d be broke before the game was half over.” Corey grinned as he fussed around, rearranging the few things on the bedside table. “But I’ll leave you in peace so you can get some sleep. Just yell out if you need anything.” Corey gave a small smile as he prepared to leave. As he reached the doorway, Steve slumped with disappointment—he didn’t want him to go.
“Corey?”
Corey stopped and turned. “Yeah?”
“I wonder whether you’d stay.” Steve was suddenly flustered. “I mean, if you don’t mind. The distraction, it helps.”
Corey’s smile was wide. “Of course I’ll stay. That way I can easily get you anything you need.” In a couple of broad strides, he was back at the side of the bed. “Scoot over. This side’s closer to the door so it’ll be easier if I need to get up.” Steve gripped his ice packs and towel and shuffled across, glad Corey wasn’t treating him like a total invalid by not expecting him to move. Corey placed his hands at the waistband of his cargo shorts. “Do you mind? They’re not very comfortable to sleep in.”
Steve swallowed heavily and shook his head. He followed the movement as Corey undid the button and lowered the zip before sliding the shorts off his hips and kicking them away. The blood pounded in Steve’s ears when Corey gripped the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head. Steve held his own hands in his lap, grateful they covered the evidence of his now straining erection as the creamy smoothness of Corey’s skin was completely exposed. The only thing covering Corey was a pair of skin-tight pale blue boxer briefs. Steve bit back a moan and looked away. The mattress dipped as Corey slipped under the sheet.
Steve closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. He tried to will away his excitement by focusing on the burning sensation in his wrists.I can’t believe I forgot about the pain, no matter how briefly.Corey worked better than any medication at alleviating the burn. The problem was he infused Steve with a different type of heat. Steve’s cock refused to be outdone by the scalding and throbbed to the rhythm of his heartbeat.Oh God.
He chanced a glance at Corey, who was lying back against the pillows, his arms folded with his hands behind his head. Steve studied Corey as Corey watched the ceiling fan. Corey was slim, with a flat stomach. His exposed torso was smooth, with skin like alabaster. His nipples were small, dark disks. Only a faint smattering of hair, just a tiny trail on his lower belly, decorated his body, the inky colour matching the straight hair at his armpits. Steve was overcome by a sudden urge to nuzzle into him.I wonder what he smells like? Tastes like?The memory of Corey’s scent after their bike ride sent a shiver down his spine, and Steve’s cock jerked. He couldn’t help but groan.
Corey instantly tilted his head and looked at him. “You okay?”
Steve’s mouth was dry, and he couldn’t respond. He nodded.
Corey turned on his side, propping a hand under his head as their eyes locked. “You sure?”
Steve nodded again. “Yeah,” he croaked.
“You don’t look okay.” Steve knew he didn’t as he lay rigid on the bed, hands held tightly on his lap, melting now-lukewarm ice packs pressed into his erection. “You look… tense. Is it the pain?” Corey asked.
“I….”
Corey touched his arm. Steve’s muscle jumped at the caress.
“That ice is melting. Let me….” Corey reached for the now-soaked tea towel wrapped around the bags of ice, and Steve fumbled to keep a grip.
“Oh!’ Corey’s eyes widened as he looked from Steve’s lap to his eyes. A wave of embarrassment flowed through Steve. “Well, looks like you’ve got another problem.”
“I… sorry—” Steve started.
Corey smiled. “Nothing to be sorry about unless….”
“Unless?”
“Unless that isn’t for me.” Corey stared him straight in the eye. “That is for me, isn’t it? We’ve been skirting around each other for a while now. I know this is for you.” Corey pushed back the sheet to expose his lower abdomen and, more importantly, the prominent bulge in his underwear. Steve couldn’t tear his gaze away from the damp spot on the pale blue fabric, the spot that widened even as Steve looked at it.
He finally found his voice and gazed back at Corey’s face. “It’s for you,” he whispered.
“Good.” Corey leaned forward. “Very good.”
Their lips met in a soft kiss—a barely there brushing together of mouths. Steve pressed closer, opening slightly and relaxing as Corey echoed his movement. Corey parted his lips, and Steve relished the gentleness of Corey’s tongue as it probed his mouth. He touched his tongue to Corey’s, his first taste of the man he’d been dying to kiss.
Corey groaned, the sound vibrating through Steve. He pushed the ice packs and towel off his lap, rolling toward Corey and taking him in his arms. Corey pulled himself closer and deepened the kiss. A sense of rightness came over Steve as he held Corey in his arms and poured everything he had into that kiss—the longing and wanting, but also tenderness.
Steve shivered as Corey ran a hand down his back, the softness of Corey’s skin at odds with the power in his touch. Corey didn’t break the kiss as he continued to explore, turning Steve to putty. Strong hands stroked down his back, Corey’s fingertips tracing the ridges of his spine. Corey then skirted across his side, causing Steve’s muscles to contract against the tickle, before Corey delved under the fabric of Steve’s briefs to grip his arse.
Steve hauled Corey even closer, aligning them from mouth to knee. He groaned, and Corey answered with a moan of his own as their dicks made contact for the first time.Oh, shit.It didn’t matter that there were layers of fabric between them or that Steve’s briefs were damp from the melting ice. It felt like he was burning up. He ignored the pain of the burns, the spike of fire in his wrists, as the heat in his dick took over all other thought.
“Oh fuck,” Corey groaned. “Feels so good.” He thrust his hips, grinding into Steve, sending sparks through Steve’s body. The gentle touch was no more. Suddenly they were thrusting and rubbing, grabbing and pulling like there was no tomorrow. It was hard and fast and amazing.
Steve felt his orgasm approaching at the speed of a freight train. There was no way he’d be able to hold it back. The pressure in his belly built and centred in his balls and cock. It finally became too much and he exploded. “Oh my God,” he managed to gasp against Corey’s ear.
“Oh my fucking God,” Corey responded with a low groan of his own as he followed Steve and came between them.
