“Well, if you want to, you can spank me later. Right now?” Nate pulled away from Flynn and sprawled back onto the bed. He grinned at Flynn, cocked a knee up, and braced his foot against the tangled sheets. “Fuck me, bad boy.”
That got him a disdainful look, but it didn’t keep Flynn from joining him in the jumble of sheets. Nate mouthed encouragement as Flynn gripped his thighs and pushed his knees toward his chest. He reached back and steadied his hands against the headboard, his cock slick and wet against his stomach and his balls tight with frustration.
“I suppose you should get your money’s worth,” Flynn rasped. Something about the way he said it jabbed at Nate, like a pin through the heady throb of hunger and want that filled him. Hewouldhave said something. He was definitely going to explain that it wasn’t… that. But before he could, he felt the blunt pressure of Flynn’s cock pressed against his ass. He groaned and sank his teeth into his lower lip, but the pinch of pain wasn’t a particularly effective distraction from the flare of heat that settled like a weight between his hips as Flynn slowly pushed into him.
Later.
Nate kept promising that, but… later.
It burned as his ass stretched around Flynn’s cock and a dull ache jostled his hip bones. In any other situation, it would have been painful, but right then it was co-opted by his dick for pleasure. His body felt feverish with lust, heat prickled at his balls and nipples, and he was so full of Flynn’s cock that there was no room for anything like breath or words or thinking.
Flynn was finally all the way inside him, his balls pressed against the taut curve of Nate’s ass, and he paused for a second. His jaw was set and tension corded the muscles on his shoulders and forearms. He shifted his weight, leaned forward, and somehow managed to fit his cock even deeper into Nate. The shock of pleasure shot black and prickling down Nate’s spine, and he groaned out a raggedfuckthrough clenched teeth.
“Was this part of your plan?” Flynn asked. He let go of Nate’s thighs, braced his hands on either side of Nate’s shoulders, and clenched his fingers in the sheets. “When you came here that first night?”
“No,” Nate said. He hesitated. It wasn’t that he was going to lie. He just needed a second to remember what the truth was when he was on fire with Flynn. “Maybe part of a few fantasies, but not the plan.”
Flynn laughed a breathless huff on Nate’s not-quite humor. “For a hotshot wedding planner,” he said, “things don’t often go according to plan for you, do they?”
He had a point. Nate wrapped a hand around Flynn’s neck and pulled him down. He mouthed his answer against Flynn’s lips. “Maybe, but I’m kind of okay with that.”
At least he was for the moment.
Flynn kissed him. It was slow and salty and sweet, and he started to rock his hips against Nate. It was careful at first, and his cock slid just a bit at a time, but the pace quickened with each thrust. Nate wrapped his legs around Flynn’s hips, dug his heels into the bunched muscles on Flynn’s thighs, and moaned encouragement as he arched his hips up to meet each thrust.
Each thrust shoved Nate down hard against the mattress, pinned him under the weight of Flynn’s body, and sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. His cock was trapped between their bodies, ground against Flynn’s taut stomach with each thrust. There was a hot knot of pleasure in his gut that twisted tighter and tighter and yanked ragged jolts of pleasure down his nerves each time Flynn’s cock bumped up against his prostate.
He caught Flynn by the shoulders and dragged him down into a kiss. He pressed his mouth against Flynn’s for a moment and then slid down his jaw to his shoulder and bit kisses along the bony jut of Flynn’s collarbone. While Flynn growled at him, Nate claimed the span of skin with his tongue and teeth and slid his hands down the laboring length of his back. The long muscles stretched and flexed under his hands as Flynn fucked him.
“God, Flynn,” Nate groaned against Flynn’s throat. “I wish….”
He didn’t need to wish for anything. There was no looming obstacle he had to shrug his shoulders at and give up. It was his for the taking if he wanted it. If Flynn wanted it.
That was kind of terrifying.
Before he could think on it anymore, Flynn claimed his mouth in a searing kiss as his cock hammered his prostate. The sensation of it slammed down Nate’s spine on sharp black wings and yanked loose the knot of pleasure between his thighs. Ecstasy flashed through him and drained him dry. He came in a wet spill across both of their stomachs and his ass clenched around Flynn’s dick as he did so—an involuntary cramp of muscle that made Flynn groan into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Flynn ground out through clenched teeth. He thrust hard into Nate’s body—as though he needed to be even deeper—and came. The twitch and pulse of his release filled Nate’s ass as Flynn’s body collapsed on top of him. He panted unsteadily against Nate’s neck while the sweaty weight of him pinned Nate to the mattress.
After a second, Flynn rolled off Nate and onto his back. His cock lay wet against his thigh, the filled condom slick and shiny, and Nate’s come was smeared and wet on his stomach. He ran his hand through his hair. Sweat glued the dark tangle flat to his scalp.
“So? Am I worth the money?” he asked as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
Flynn grimaced and rolled onto his side. He slung an arm over Nate’s chest, tucked his hand around to cradle the nape of Nate’s neck, and pressed a kiss against the bony angle of his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he said. “That wasn’t about you. Sorry.”
Nate reached up and tangled his fingers in Flynn’s hair. It felt almost naughty, as though that were closer to breaking the terms of their agreement than the sex had been. “If it helps, I’ve got no complaints. Maybe a few pointers….”
Flynn snorted. “Go to sleep, Nate,” he said.
