“Lube?” Rusty asked.
“In my overnight bag,” Blake nodded.
Rusty chuckled. “You’re an adorable boy scout,” he said, crouching down to rifle through Blake’s things.
There was nothing remotely embarrassing in there, except maybe that he’d brought lube with him in the first place. In his defense, he’d packed his bag before Rusty showed up.
He’d had the faintest hope that maybe he’d manage to pick someone up at the wedding, and he hadn’t wanted to be unprepared.
Blake kicked his pants and underwear off along with his shoes and climbed onto the bed, settling himself in the middle among the pillows.
He’d secretly wanted one last time with Rusty for a long, long time, and now he was getting it. It had to be perfect. It had to beclosure.
“Self-warming?” Rusty asked as he came over to the bed, standing at the edge shirtless and with his jeans hanging open.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve tried it,” Blake said. This, he was shameless about. He’d learned from Rusty that there was no point in having mediocre sex. If it wasn’t good, it wasn’t worth the effort.
“Then I haven’t lived,” Rusty said, tossing it to him. “Open that for me.”
Blake picked at the plastic cover on the brand new travel-sized bottle, biting his lip as it proved harder to open than he’d expected. He turned to watch Rusty wriggle out of his fitted jeans and underwear, licking his lips as he watched his half-hard cock spring free.
This was going to be good.
Blake tossed the plastic wrapper aside and uncapped the lube, just in time for Rusty to hold his hand out for it.
“Allow me?” he asked.
Blake licked his lips. If Rusty wanted to take care of him like he had before, then he wasn’t about to complain.
He lifted his knees up, watching Rusty pour lube onto his fingers and spread it around, one eyebrow raised as it started to warm up.
“See?” Blake said.
“I’m starting to,” Rusty agreed, putting his clean hand on Blake’s knee to hold him in place. “Might have to try it myself.”
Blake chuckled at that, but he was cut off the next second by Rusty’s finger circling his hole. He bit down on his lip, waiting for him to push it inside.
“You don’t need to go slow,” Blake said. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had sex in three years.”
Rusty smirked again, twisting his wrist as he shoved his finger inside, making Blake’s eyes roll back in his head as he moaned, a sharp spike of pleasure hitting him in the gut.
It hadn’t been three years, but it had been a while.
“I can’t believe I didn’t ruin you for all other men,” Rusty said, twisting his wrist again.
“Maybe a little?” Blake allowed. He’d been disappointed a lot since Rusty. Few people had compared to him.
“Good,” Rusty said, a low, possessive growl punctuating the word as he shoved a second finger inside Blake. Blake screwed his eyes shut, stars bursting behind his eyelids at the stretch and burn, his chest heaving as it eased off, as his body started to relax.
He wanted this so badly that it wasn’t hard at all.
“I need more,” Blake gritted out between breaths, his lungs burning with every gasp for air. This was good, but it wasn’t enough. He needed Rusty inside him. Needed to feel his thick, hot cock stretching him open, filling him like he had before.
Blake hadn’t been nearly as satisfied since. He’d told himself it was just because his first time was special, but he’d always secretly thought otherwise.
He was about to find out.
Impatient, Blake lifted his legs up, hooking them over Rusty’s shoulder’s and locking his ankles behind Rusty’s neck.
