“Oh shit, dude, I’m so sorry!” I quickly set the mug on the counter and grab the roll of paper towels that just happen to be sitting right there. I bend down to wipe up the mess and pretend to bump heads with Hayden who bent down at the same time. He exaggerates his reaction and goes sprawling across the floor. “Oh shit!”
I rush over to help him up, but he’s lying there, laughing. The sight has me sitting back on my heels, taking him in. He’s beautiful when he laughs. I mean, he’s always beautiful, but there’s something extra when he lets himself go and just enjoys the moment. I can’t tell whether this is an act or if it’s real, but I wish I could see him like this every day.
“You okay, bro?” I ask, laughing along with him.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He slowly pushes himself up so he’s sitting with one foot flat on the floor, arm draped over the raised knee. The knot in the towel he’s wearing has loosened, but the terrycloth still covers the important bits.
“Sorry, I’m not usually that clumsy.”
Hayden’s laugh trails off as he tilts his head and peers at me through his lashes. “It’s cool,” he murmurs.
The sound of his voice winds its way through me, ensnaring me. I sway toward him, feeling trapped under his spell.
He leans toward me too, closing the distance between us. My lips part as the air around us heats up and Hayden’s chest rises and falls a little faster with each breath.
The moment our lips touch, I’m immediately transported back to yesterday. On the couch in the living room. Hayden's telling me why he’s been hesitant about performing. My nervousness and excitement melt away until it’s only me and him and the secrets he’s been brave enough to share with me. I want to make sure he feels good and confident and like, he’s totally got this.
I swipe my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He opens and lets out a low rumble when I lick inside. Holding his head in place, I shift onto my knees, then push him down on his back.
Hayden blinks up at me, eyes a little unfocused. I kiss the tip of his nose, the space between his brows, each eyelid, the middle of his forehead. He sighs, his hands going to my waist and squeezing. I kiss his chin, under his chin, his Adam’s apple, the spot where his pulse is strongest. Then down farther to the dip at the base of his neck and across each collarbone.
His towel is still covering his crotch and I don’t feel anything hard poking me in the stomach as I move down his body, but I’m not giving up.
Hayden lifts his head to watch as I lave each nipple, swirling my tongue around and around until they’re hard little pebbles. His breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling under my mouth.
I latch onto the dip in his sternum. He sucks in a sharp breath and drops his head back with a groan. Under the towel, something stirs.
Using my tongue, I trace the lines of his abs, licking and kissing each block of muscle on his stomach. I tease at his belly button and he squirms. He’s panting now, lips parted and eyes half-lidded as he gazes down his body at me.
I gaze back while bathing the points of his hipbones and lick at the sharp lines that point straight to his cock. There’s definitely a bulge under the towel now. It stirs when I accidentally bump my chin against it.
Holding the corner of the towel, I wait for Hayden to give me a nod. Then I lift it away.
His dick is still a monster when soft and there’s something kind of adorable about holding it in my hand as it slowly hardens. I lick along its length and swirl my tongue around the spongy head, marveling at how it changes as it grows. The veins fill out into juicy blue lines. The head expands until the glans is swollen and shiny with my spit. The shaft thickens into a rod of steel. A small bead of pre-cum forms at his slit and I’m quick to lick it off. Musky and dark, the taste of it makes my head spin.
Strong hands grab my arms and yank me upward. Hayden catches the back of my head and holds me still as he catches my mouth with his. I moan when he shoves his tongue inside. He hooks one leg around the back of mine and suddenly, I’m on my back with Hayden covering me with his body.
He regards me for a moment, looking so vulnerable. There’s moisture in his beautiful green eyes. I cup his cheeks and tug him down to touch our foreheads together. Our noses brush against one another. He murmurs a nearly silent “thank you” against my lips.
He doesn’t have to thank me for anything. I wasn’t being entirely altruistic. I just got to lick half of Hayden Summers’ god-like body and coaxed his dick to full-mast. I feel like I got a pretty good deal.
Hayden kisses me again and I moan into his delicious mouth. My whole body is warm and tingly. When he runs his hand from my chest down to my hip, he leaves a trail of fire behind. I’m not done kissing him yet when he pulls out of my embrace and sits back on his heels. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and in one swift motion, they’re gone.
My cock stands straight up from between my legs, achingly hard and leaking. With a reverent look, Hayden carefully wraps his fingers around it. My dick disappears between his palm and his fingers, caught in a vise that can’t possibly feel so good, but it does. He gives me a short, gentle stroke and pleasure explodes inside me.
“Oh my god!” My eyes are glued to the space where the tip of my cock pokes out of his closed fist. It doesn’t feel real. It feels too good. It feels like a dream I’ll wake up from at any moment.
Hayden shifts and brings his monster cock in line with mine.
“Oh fuck,” I cry right before he takes us both in his hands. His dick is so hard and yet so silky soft. It’s searing hot against mine. My hips take on a life of their own, fucking up into Hayden’s fist, fueled by the exquisite friction of rubbing against his dick.
Hayden peers up at me, hand still a tight vise around us, and my breath catches. His chest is heaving, coated in a thin layer of sweat. His dick is pumping out pre-cum like a fucking faucet, the musky, dark scent of it filling the air.
I did this to him. Me. I made Hayden feel this good, this turned-on. I helped him when he felt like he couldn’t be helped. An odd mix of power, humility, and gratitude settles inside me—a feeling I’ve never felt before in my life. Like I’m capable, important, significant. All because of Hayden.
He strokes us until I’m hovering right on the edge. “Hayden! Hayden, please!”
Popping to his feet, he holds out a hand to help me up. I sway, lightheaded from the sudden change in altitude, and Hayden holds me to him. Chest to naked chest. Stomach to naked stomach. He gazes into my eyes like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.
