He wasn’t wearing nice trunks or briefs or a sexy jockstrap. He wasn’t even commando.
No.
Shiny blue spandex waited for Ramin, trimmed in silver, disappearing up into Noah’s shirt and down into his legs. Ramin pulled the shorts farther down to behold Noah’s bulge, trapped in the singlet.
“Oh my God,” he moaned.
“Shh,” Noah said, and he actually sounded a bit nervous. But he didn’t move as Ramin brought his hands up to frame the warm length hardening just behind the sleek fabric. One hand left Noah’s cock just long enough to run up the singlet, finding the straps that framed his firm chest; the other pressed hard against Noah’s cock until Noah let out a soft gasp of pleasure.
He wanted to touch every inch of Noah. Feel every ridge of muscle,every divot, every dimple. Trace them with his fingers, with his lips, with his tongue. He loved worshipping his partner. Had always tried to do it with Todd. Todd’s body had been beautiful, but he had never let Ramin worship him. Every time Ramin picked a spot, he complained about how it wasn’t as developed as he wanted to be.
Fuck Todd and his insecurities.
Ramin wanted to feast on Noah. He would have, too, if Noah let him, if they had time before the train, if Ramin didn’t already feel the tingle in his legs as they started to fall asleep.
He satisfied himself with another squeeze of Noah’s pec.
Noah cleared his throat. Ramin looked back up.
Noah’s voice had gone gentle. “If you want to stop, say ‘red light.’ Okay?”
Ramin couldn’t believe Noah knew what a safe word was.
Ramin couldn’t believe heneededa safe word with Noah.
He nodded his understanding. Gripped Noah’s cock harder. It was still growing beneath his hand.
“Good.” Noah’s voice hardened again. “I thought I said suck it.”
Every one of Ramin’s nerves lit up like the Plaza lights. He couldn’t stop himself as he jammed his face against Noah’s bulge, planting his mouth on the warmth hiding beneath the thin fabric. He tasted polyester and sweat, smelled skin and musk, felt the growing heat against his face.
He imagined Noah’s sweat soaking into the singlet after a hard match. His honeyed precum leaking as Ramin worked him over. Ramin planted his lips around the outline of Noah’s head and sucked hard.
Noah let out a soft hiss and pushed his hips forward to meet Ramin’s desperate mouth.
“Not too wet. I still have to wear this on the train.”
Ramin leaned back. “Sorry.” He had to remember to breathe. “This is so hot.”
“Did I say stop?” Noah growled. “Take it out.”
Ramin’s own cock ached in his shorts, flexing uncontrollably.
He’d been waiting for this.
He trailed his fingers along the silver trim of Noah’s left leg hole. He slid his hand in, felt the heat grow as he gripped Noah’s trapped cock and finally freed it.
There should’ve been angels singing. Sunlight bathing the scene through a hole in the roof. Confetti falling in slow motion. Hell, even a balloon drop.
Noah’s cock was a thing of beauty.
It twitched and pulsed and grew before Ramin, lifting itself toward his mouth as it reached its full hardness. It was perfectly shaped, well proportioned, the skin smooth, slightly darker than Noah’s face. A vein traced down the top, slightly off center.
And fuck was it big.
Not an asswrecker—not something truly frightening—but not far off, either. Ramin’s heart sped up. His ass puckered in anticipation.
Ramin had never been a size queen. Todd’s dick had been average, and they’d had a fulfilling and delightful sex life. But damn. Maybe it was time for a coronation.
