He smiled, his eyes still closed. “Very nice.”
The sun beat down on us, and as he laid there, I got a chance to really look at him. He had set his glasses off to the side and folded his hands over his belly, his delicate fingers laced together. My gaze traced over the soft dimple on his chin, the curve of his clavicle where his shirt dipped down, and the faint hairs on the backs of his arms. Every detail was fascinating to me, a mystery I could spend the rest of my life trying to solve.
Shawn opened his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”
I grinned. “Just trying to remember if I was really never attracted to a guy before.”
He leaned up on his elbow, then scrunched his face to the side. “Coming up with any long-buried memories?” he asked.
I looked up to the sky. “Thinking about locker rooms, favorite movie stars, jumping around in a mosh pit and banging into other dudes…” I trailed off, then shrugged. “Nothing.”
Shawn laughed. “I guess being hotter than a mosh pit is a good thing.”
I reclined on my elbows. “I’d say.” Shawn and I were facing each other, both in similar poses. He pointed the toe of his sneaker, and I stretched my leg straight alongside his.
Fuck, it was fun to flirt with him. Everything felt different than I was used to, new in all these ways I didn’t expect. It wasn’t just that he was a guy, but Shawn wasn’t anything like the people I knew in Nashville. He took me seriously, but not because I could kick ass behind a drum set. He just respected who I was, same as I respected who he was, and that felt pretty fucking nice.
I let my eyes wander up his legs, catching up a glimpse up his shorts. “There’s only one problem, though,” I said, dropping my voice closer to a whisper.
Shawn bit down a grin. Somehow, he was able to tell right away where I was going. “What’s that?”
I rested my hand over my crotch, dangling my fingers. My cargo shorts were bulky and loose, but my bulge stuck out, growing thicker as I stared at Shawn. “Since I haven’t been with a guy before, you’re going to have to show me what to do.”
Shawn bit down on his lip, his eyes watery as he stared at my crotch. “Fuck, Cass,” he said.
I pressed my palm down my cock, pushing it against my thigh. “What? You’re not going to show me?”
Shawn let out a shaky laugh. “I’m not the most experienced guy, you know.”
“Good,” I said. “We can figure some of this out together.”
I kept rubbing myself as I stared at Shawn. He bit down on his lip as he did the same, teasing his fingers over the stiff bulge in his shorts. A tremble shot down my spine as I watched him. He tensed at first, his movements timid, and I enjoyed the feeling of tempting him while his eyes traced over my body. The more eager, hungry need built in his eyes, the more he relaxed until he pushed his hands back, reaching toward his ass.
Fuck, it was a turn-on to see how much he wanted me. His whimpers, his quivers, all of it wrenched me, and I felt a deep urge to satisfy him. I wanted to tease his body with my tongue, grip his hips from behind, and bury myself deep inside of him.
I spread my thighs, then shoved my shorts and my boxers down. My cock was heavy in my hand, hard as it had ever been, and I groaned at the relief of grabbing it and rubbing my callused hand up my shaft.
“Fuck,” Shawn whimpered. He flicked open the top button of his shorts, then rose up on his knees as he tugged down the zipper. Staring straight at me, he wiggled out of his shorts. His stiff cock strained against a pair of bright purple briefs, and my breath caught when I noticed the wet spot at his tip.
I wanted to play with him and stroke his pretty cock until he lost his damn mind.
Kicking my shorts off, I rose up to my knees, so close to Shawn. I spit in my hand and fisted my cock as he stared at me. The grass was warm on my legs, and the breeze sent another tingle across my skin.
“Can I?” I asked, nodding at Shawn’s cock. He was still palming himself through his briefs.
He nodded quickly. “Uh-huh,” he breathed.
I pulled myself closer until we were just a few inches away, each on our knees. Shawn’s breath was warm on my shoulder, and I could feel every quiver through his body, like a little reward for how I made him feel. I reached my hand out, then traced it over the V of his hips, fingering his waistband.
“So pretty,” I hummed to myself. “I want to make you come all over yourself.”
Shawn shook, then steadied himself with a hand on my chest. I jerked my cock close to him as I tugged his briefs down slowly, toying with them until his hard, pink cock popped out.
He was perfect. He curved a little to the side, and his crown glistened, sticky and slick. Soft, light hairs grew around his base, and his balls hung close to his body, begging me to roll them in my hand. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said. “Your little hips are hot, and your twitching cock is hot, and your pretty pink skin is so fucking hot.”
Shawn laughed softly, then traced his fingers over his tip, drawing a sticky line of cum through the air. “Can I touch you?”
I nodded quickly, and Shawn leaned forward, pressing his weight against me as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft. His grip was tight and soft at the same time, and he stroked slowly up my length before landing at my crown and teasing my most sensitive part, earning another deep groan.
