He pulled his mouth away from Cal’s and chewed his way down the alcohol sting of aftershave on his jaw to the skull-and-smoke ink on his throat. A guttural “fuck” scraped up outof Cal’s throat, and Joe felt the growl of it against his mouth. A hard jolt of interest twisted the nerves in his balls as he wondered what it would like to feel that noise around his cock.
“Well?” Joe asked as he pushed Cal back against the bed. “Still wish you got to second base with your date?”
Cal leaned back against the bed, his arms braced behind him against the mattress and his hipscaught on the carved edge of the baseboard. He stood with his legs spread shoulder-width apart and his trousers slung low enough to show the scruff of dark curls that led down to snug red briefs. The tight cotton toned with the tattooed roseandtrapped the hard curve of Cal’s cock.
“If I wanted to fuck the doctor that bad,” he drawled, “I’d have told El to shove the job and send Ryan.”
Joegrazed his thumb down Cal’s stomach, from his belly button to the elasticated cuff of his briefs. He traced his fingernail along the border between skin and underwear, a teased caress that made Cal grimace and tilt his head back. The pulled-taut line of his neck was wet and shiny with Joe’s spit. “Ryan? Am I missing out?”
Cal frowned.
“He got higher marks on his accreditation courses than Idid, but I finished faster. I think I’m a better driver, but he never breaks the rules, so it’s hard to tell.”
It sounded like he took that question more seriously than he had anything since he came into Joe’s room. Joe moved his hand down and gave the hard rise of Cal’s cock a rough squeeze through his briefs. Cal’s gasp was a harsh scrape of breath between his teeth as he thrust up againstJoe’s hand.
“I meant was I missing out down here,” Joe said.
Cal licked sweat off his upper lip. “Oh, yeah. Naw, Ryan’s too fucked-up to fuck. I was definitely your best bet not to end up with a black eye.”
“Lucky me.”
Joe pushed Cal’s trousers and briefs the rest of the way down Cal’s thighs. His mouth went dry as he saw Cal’s cock for the first time. He had a nice cock—long and solid asit lifted up toward the flat of his stomach.
“You want a taste?” Cal asked as he reached down to pull his foreskin back. The exposed head was flushed and slick, and Joe could imagine the taste of it on his tongue. It tightened his balls up between his legs, but he could imagine something better.
“You first,” Joe said.
Cal glanced down at Joe’s cock and folded his lower lip between his teeth.
“So polite,” he said as he went down on his knees, his trousers still tangled around his calves. “That’s what you get when you fuck the rich.”
Joe snorted. “It seemed like you needed something to do with that smart mouth other than run it,” he said.
Then the words dried up and caught in his throat as Cal wrapped his mouth against the head of Joe’s cock. Pleasure pulsed down into his balls andcrawled back along the tight cord of nerves to tickle his ass with the promise of “later.” He cupped the back of Cal’s head. The hair was too short to dig his fingers into. It was cropped down close to the skull until it napped like velvet, but he flexed his fingers against the heavy skull.
Full lips stretched wet and tight around Joe’s cock as Cal sucked his way down the shaft. He grazed roughhands up Joe’s thighs until his thumbs settled into the fold of thin skin at his groin. He pushed up firmly with the flat of his tongue against the underside of Joe’s cock as he pulled back. Then he reached the head and sucked on it, the tip of his tongue suddenly clever as it traced the thread of the frenulum and then lapped eagerly at the slit.
Cal let the head slip lewdly from his mouth andran down the side of the shaft with lips and tongue and the occasional ball-wrinkling brush of teeth. Joe chewed on the inside of his cheek as he breathed raggedly. His muscles twitched and trembled under his skin as his nerve endings overloaded. Cal cupped Joe’s balls in his hand and squeezed them gently. The scrape of practical calluses against tender skin made Joe spit out a ragged “fuck” andpull Cal back up to his feet.
When Joe slanted a kiss over Cal’s mouth, he tasted himself on Cal’s tongue, flat and metallic, the taste of brine from precome and his swim. Joe’s cock was pressed against Cal’s stomach, spit-wet shaft pressed against the tight skin, and he could feel the wet nudge of Cal’s erection against his thigh. Cal kicked his trousers off between sharp-bitten kisses and roughcaresses and nearly tripped over the tangle of fabric as Joe pushed him back up against the bedpost.
The idea of it had crawled sticky and eager into Joe’s brain earlier, the cocky tilt of Cal’s body against the carved, white-washed pole fuel to all sorts of dirty thoughts. He cupped Cal’s face in both hands and kissed him hard enough to press his head back against the post. The scruff of stubbleon his jaw, pale gilt compared to the darker hair he’d cropped short over his skull, itched against Joe’s palms.
“Turn around,” he rasped against the damp seam of Cal’s mouth.
Cal paused and looked slightly taken aback. “You wanna fuck me?” he asked. “Most people want my cock inthem.”
The thought of it made Joe’s ass tighten with a wet pulse of sensation like a heartbeat between his legs.
“Is that a problem?” he asked. His balls throbbed heavily, the hint of the ache he was going to have to wank out if Cal decided it was. He ignored it.
Cal thought about it for a second as he ran his tongue over his teeth behind his lip. He shrugged and pulled Joe in close, their bodies pressed together from chest to balls. Cal grazed his lips along Joe’s jaw and bit gently at the hinge of hisjaw. “Not if you’ve got a condom.”
“Turn around,” Joe told him.
Cal sighed, his breath warm against Joe’s throat, and lifted his head. “This isn’t a porno. If you stick your cock in me without a raincoat on,” he said, “I will lay you out.”
Joe snorted and stepped back. “Do it,” he said. “And lean on the bedpost.”
