Dillon set to humping his thigh, that hand making him crazy, moving in time with Dillon’s body. They were really heating up, Dillon starting to sweat just a bit, so hot offthe mark. He rolled and moved Dillon, getting the man settled above him, their cocks lined up.
“Oh.” Dillon’s eyes went wide, heated, then Dillon began to dance for him, rocking on top of him. They got going good, really moving.
He could spend a month of Sundays doing this, maybe longer. Hell, yeah. He could feel Dillon’s cock, dragging up along his own, the tip leaving wet kisses. It’d be a fair bet that Dillon could do it a good long while, too. The man rubbed and rode and hummed some kind of song. He braced his legs and started moving a little harder, finding a rhythm that matched Dillon’s and just going to town.
Bracing those hands against his chest, Dillon stared down at him, smiling. “Feels good, Coke. Hot.”
He nodded, still not quite believing he had Dillon’s ass in his hands. Panting, bouncing, Dillon gave them the friction, gave them everything they were gonna need to get where they needed to go. Or something like that.
He tried to lean up a little, kiss Dillon’s shoulder, Dillon’s throat. His neck didn’t move like that, though. “C’mere, honey.”
“Hmm? Oh. ’Kay.” Bending, Dillon presented him with a fine canvas of flushed skin, all within reach of his mouth.
“Good.” He moaned and his lips fastened on salty, heated man. Oh, God. Dillon tasted good. It made him want to know how the rest of Dillon tasted.
“Mmm.” Someone liked that, especially when he sucked a little, tugging enough to sting. Oh, yeah. Dillon jerked and moaned, twisted on top of him. He kept his mouth moving, sucking here and there, tasting every place he could reach.
“Coke. Oh, damn. Do that again. Right there.” He wasn’t sure if Dillon meant the little bite or the pulling down on that tight ass. So he did both—biting a nipple this time and tugging that tight ass close.
“Yes!” Dillon bucked hard, their skin sliding together so hard that it made him yelp, but only in the best damned way. Coke grunted and bit again, cock throbbing, balls aching. Dillon’s eyes rolled for him, and that ass started moving as if Dillon was dancing, a slow bump and grind. Christ. He’d never watch the man in the arena again without knowing this. Never.
Oh, sweet fuck.
That thought mingled with the flavor of Dillon in his mouth and he jerked and shot, crying out against Dillon’s chest.
“Coke. God Almighty.” Dillon breathed it like a prayer, watching him for long moments. Then the man started humping hard, working toward the end, coming seconds after he did.
He held on, watching Dillon all the way. God, he was a fine, fine man.
“Hey.” Dillon blinked at him, smiling. “That was a great way to wake up.”
“No shit.” He grinned up, tickled as hell.
“Is it still night time?” Glancing at the clock, Dillon bounced. “I could call in a carryout order with Denny’s.”
“Works for me. I’m empty.” Wait. Did that sound pervy?
Must have, because Dillon gave him an arch look. “Any time you want to change that, let me know.”
His lips parted and he stared. Did that mean what he thought that meant?
“Or you could do me. I’m pretty easy. I mean, I would love for you to. I’m babbling.” Dillon kinda, well, hid against his chest.
His cock actually jerked, and he had to remind himself he was too old for this shit. He stroked Dillon’s hair, trying to remember how to breathe. “I think we could manage that, honey. Both, I mean. Together.”Shit.
“Oh. Well, good. I mean, eventually, we’ll have to do more than me using you as a jungle gym, huh?” He could feel Dillon’s laughter against his belly and chest.
“I don’t know. I think I make a damn good jungle gym. Of course, it’d be easier in the pool.” Oh. Pool sex. Oh…
“The pool?” Dillon glanced up, obviously intrigued. “Huh.”
“I got a great big pool and hot tub set up at home. I. Uh. Spend a lot of time there.” A lot of time.
“Man, that sounds like heaven. We’d get to use a pool at home like, a month.” Grinning, Dillon rolled to one side, snuggling some.
“Mine’s in use all year, barring cold snaps.” He kept Dillon right there, fingers sliding up and down lazily. He could use a swim right now, really. Work out the old muscles.
“Yeah? That would be awesome, eh?” Sometimes Dillon sounded so much like a Yankee it hurt. Good thing he thought it was cute.
