“Oh god! Oh god!” Jameson gasped. His head swam with forbidden pleasure, like the rest of the world had washed away. “It feels so good!”
Gray took a little more of Jameson’s cock in his mouth, then a little more. Jameson’s eyes rolled back in his head as he started to rock his hips forward. The warm, tight suction made his already rigid shaft pulse, and when Gray swirled his tongue, Jameson slammed his hand against the wall behind them, nearly falling over.
They started rocking faster, Jameson’s cock sliding deeper and deeper across Gray’s lips. He could feel the orgasm building inside of him, the urge to let it crash over growing stronger with each thrust. He wanted to last forever, to make sure those feelings never ended, like he and Gray could spend the rest of their lives in that cheap motel room.
Jameson sucked in a sharp breath as Gray pushed his hand back, reaching behind Jameson’s balls. Each breath came out like a sharp, sweet gasp as Gray’s fingers found their way between his cheeks, then stroked at the edges of his twitching hole.
“Oh god!” Jameson moaned again, and when Gray put the slightest pressure on him, he bucked his hips wildly. Finally, the building orgasm was too intense to contain, and Jameson’s whimpers turned into deep, throaty cries as he unloaded in Gray’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Gray moaned, sucking down every drop. “Give it to me, beautiful.” Jameson’s muscles all tightened, his hole squeezing, like he could pull Gray in and keep him there, and after a moment, he let out one last jet of cum.
Gray swirled his tongue once more, then slowly drew his mouth back, releasing Jameson’s cock. Jameson lost control of his strength, tumbling forward, and Gray caught him in a gentle embrace.
“Oh no,” Jameson gasped. “I didn’t mean to finish!”
Gray chuckled warmly. Their bodies were flat together, and he trailed his hand through Jameson’s sweaty hair while they talked. “I’ve got good news for you, beautiful.”
Jameson kissed Gray’s neck once, then twice. His body was still humming, and he felt drunk off the scent of their bodies, sweaty and hard together. “Good news?”
Gray pressed his mouth against Jameson’s ear, then whispered, “We don’t have to stop.” He clasped his hands on Jameson’s ass, squeezing again. “In fact, I bet you’ll be ready for more in no time.”
Jameson giggled. “I can think of a few more things to try while we wait.” He drew his hand down until he found Gray’s cock, still fat and hard. “I’d love to learn how to do what you just did.”
Gray grunted and bucked his hips, making his cock bounce in Jameson’s hand. “I’ve got a feeling you’re going to be a natural.”
The wind whistled by outside, and for a minute, Jameson’s fleeting thoughts turned to the rest of the world and to the crisis that he had tried to flee, still waiting for him back home. Then he felt Gray’s beard, scratchy against his neck, and it was just the two of them again, alone together.
No matter what happened next, Jameson just knew something that felt this good was worth it.
Gray
The next morning,Gray and Jameson woke up at the same time, their bare skin warm against the scratchy motel sheets. It took them half an hour to get out of bed, but after they jerked each other off, Gray finally pulled himself away and went to fetch breakfast.
A gas station was the only thing nearby, but he figured it was better than nothing. Otherwise, Jameson was going to have to try to eat diner pancakes with his helmet on. After grabbing a couple cups of coffee and some egg sandwiches, Gray walked up the street and back to the motel, humming to himself the whole time.
He was still shaken from the long night. He’d had some epic evenings in the sack before and had stayed up until sunrise with a few hookups from the bar. For as shitty as Gray was at holding together a relationship, at least there was one thing he knew he was good at, and that was fucking.
But with Jameson, it wasn’t fucking. Not exactly, at least. They hadn’t gotten beyond their hands and mouths, but that didn’t matter. You could do all kinds of stuff with hands and mouths. With James, it was just different somehow, tingly in a way Gray couldn’t explain.
Knowing that he was Jameson’s first experience made everything feel even more loaded. For some reason, while the rest of the world fixated on some generic action hero, Gray was the one man who got to know Jameson. He got to hear Jameson’s moans and see the aching, beautiful look on his face when he came. The way Jameson moved, like he was always dancing, and the gentle voice he used when he was asking Gray for something—those things were gifts. Being with him felt like a miracle, and Gray promised himself for the thousandth time that he would keep that miracle safe. That no one else would reach them, not so long as he was still around.
When Gray got back to the room, Jameson was lying on his stomach and hanging off the edge of the bed to dig through his backpack. His ass was high, the thin cotton of teal briefs stretched tight over his curves, and his flush skin and wet hair told Gray that he’d had a shower. Gray immediately got hard again, and his protective instincts flared. “Damn, Jameson,” he said, flicking the lock on the door as he admired the view. He set the breakfast on the small table, then leapt onto the bed to give Jameson’s ass a light slap. “Good morning to me.”
Jameson laughed, then popped up from his backpack with a clear pouch, filled with makeup. His body was toned, and he definitely had muscles. But in his briefs, Gray could see the soft curves, too, his bubble butt and the V of his hips. “Thanks for getting breakfast,” he said.
“Egg sandwiches.”
“Perfect. Will you hand me the coffee?”
Gray passed on the drink, then the rest of breakfast. For a while, they lounged on the bed, slowly eating their sandwiches and drinking their gas station coffee. Jameson had brought a small mirror with him, and every now and then he would put down his coffee and apply a little more makeup, which made Gray even hornier than he already was.
“How you feeling today?” Gray finally asked. “After last night, I mean.” He’d wanted to ask immediately, but figured it was only fair to let Jameson wake up a little first.
Jameson smiled. “I’m feeling great. Thank you, Gray.”
Gray almost growled under his breath but pulled himself together by biting down on his cheek. “I’m glad.”
Jameson laughed, and his eyes sparkled. He pulled out a fluffy makeup brush, then dusted it across his cheeks. From the way they had talked about it, Gray knew that Jameson was doing the makeup for Jameson. He understood that it made him comfortable in himself and happier, too. But still, it gave Gray a thrill, thinking that a small part of it might be for his benefit, too.
