When Dustin removed his hands, Seth’s body, too long neglected, screamedno!A rumbling chuckle sounded behind him. “Not going anywhere,” Dustin murmured into Seth’s shoulder as he put nimble fingers to work opening Seth’s belt, followed by his fly. Seth opened his eyes and stared at the mirror in time to watch Dustin slide a hand into his boxers, and he groaned at the firm squeeze wrapping around his cock. Watching the two of them like this sent a jolt of arousal through Seth, and nearly brought him to his knees. His cock filled even more, stretching the already taut skin of his shaft. Another scent teased his nose, overriding citrus furniture polish—a combination of Dustin’s own natural scent, a light, woodsy cologne, and something else Seth could only name “arousal.”
The touch on his flesh felt so different—his own hand had been his companion for too long.That’s Dustin’s hand!beat through his mind like a pulse.
Seth bit back the groan fighting to escape, chewing at his lower lip with the effort. What he wanted to do was shout and let go, but that would end things before they’d properly begun, and he wanted to make this last. They’d wolfed down the appetizer at the pond—now came time for the main course. As turned on as he was, the best he hoped for was to not embarrass himself and come before he’d even gotten Dustin naked. He hadn’t been this horny since his teens.
Meeting lust-filled eyes in the mirror, Seth held Dustin’s steady gaze while unbuttoning his own shirt. Dustin stepped back far enough for it to fall, catching it at the last second and then hanging it on the doorknob. Next he began to work Seth’s jeans down.
While Seth’s breath consisted of sharp, shuddery gasps, Dustin appeared utterly calm, even though the hard length he occasionally pressed into Seth’s crack proved he was fully aroused.
Successful in wriggling his feet free of his tennis shoes, Seth allowed Dustin to tug his jeans off. He chuckled when Dustin neatly folded and placed them on the dresser.So much for ripping our clothes off in reckless abandon.His smile fell when he witnessed the simmering hunger in Dustin’s eyes. He’d had three lovers in his life, four counting Dustin, and the others had never regarded him with such intensity.
He’d love to have helped with the undressing, but Dustin’s undivided attention held Seth captive. All he could do was watch in the mirror as Dustin stripped, revealing a chest more muscular than Seth’s, and sprouting a handful of rust-colored curls.
Seth watched, fascinated, while Dustin toed off his shoes, pulling off his belt and peeling his pants down at the same time. Dustin leered over Seth’s shoulder, slowly gliding his briefs over the prominent bulge they barely concealed, and then slipping them back into place, putting on a show. When he finally did pull them completely down, revealing a hard, uncut member, Seth unconsciously licked his lips. Damn, what a view. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat on the man, every muscle clearly defined, though his muscles were sleek, like a runner’s, not the bulging “my muscles have muscles” of some macho types Seth had run into back home.
He let his gaze travel down to Dustin’s flat belly. Like the man’s chest, and in keeping with Seth’s fantasy, a smattering of red hair sprinkled Dustin’s groin, his darkened length rising from the neatly trimmed strands.
Self-consciously Seth cupped his balls, hoping his nearlyau naturalstate wouldn’t be a turnoff. Oh, he trimmed a bit, but nothing compared to the lengths Dustin apparently went to—extreme manscaping. He’d been too enthralled at the pond to do much looking.
Judging from the bodily reaction of the man now standing beside him, it wasn’t a problem. When they were both completely naked, Dustin inclined his head toward the waiting bed. Seth approached and Dustin flipped the covers back, revealing plain white sheets.
Firm hands on his shoulders guided Seth down to the bed, but when he would have rolled onto his stomach, presenting his ass for the taking, Dustin stopped him. “I’m in no hurry, are you?” he asked, turning up his lips in a pulse-quickening smile. He lowered his head, taking Seth’s nipple into his mouth.
Seth raised his head from the mattress, watching. Dustin smiled around his mouthful and handed over a pillow. Tucking it under his head, Seth settled in for a front-row seat to the show, tangling his fingers in Dustin’s perfectly styled locks. As good as Dustin’s mouth worked his chest, though, Seth silently willed it lower. Fully erect and aching, he longed for release.
But, damn, that mouth felt good—hot, wet suction working down his torso, sending electric currents jolting throughout his body. Finally, after far too long, moist heat enveloped his cock, as Dustin sank his lips slowly down Seth’s shaft. Seth bucked without conscious thought, thrusting his hips, wanting more. Dustin chuckled, the vibration nearly sending Seth over the edge.
Seth dug his fingers into the mattress, fighting off impending climax. Dustin released Seth’s cock and sat back, observing while Seth fought a battle of pleasure overload. Seth won, but it was a close call. Dustin lowered his head and brushed his lips tentatively against Seth’s—he nibbled a moment before seeking entrance into Seth’s mouth. Letting go of his built-up tension, Seth relaxed and let his new lover take the lead. The kiss started slowly, quickly escalating into a primal, needy thing that curled Seth’s toes and threatened to consume him.
Dustin eased down on top of him, and Seth pushed up eagerly, gliding his slender cock against Dustin’s thicker one. Dustin inserted his sparsely haired leg between Seth’s more heavily furred thighs, pushing them apart and settling between. He propped his weight on his arms and ground their erections together. Seth roved his hands over the smooth expanses of Dustin’s muscular back before descending to grab handfuls of the solid ass he’d been admiring, dragging Dustin nearer and matching thrust for thrust.
When the kiss broke, Dustin nibbled Seth’s neck, worrying a spot beneath his left ear with a gentle application of teeth, and once again, Seth fought for control. Warm breath gusted over his ear, and Dustin grasped Seth’s straining erection, working him to full advantage. “I’m gonna come,” came out of Seth, more whimper than words.
Dustin rolled off. Seth humped air, whining his frustration. “You like to watch, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. Seth saw no reason to lie. “Yes,” he panted out.
Dustin studied him for a moment before standing and offering Seth a hand. Puzzled, Seth placed his hand in Dustin’s and allowed himself to be towed from the bed, too lust-addled to move on his own. Dustin led him back to the dresser and placed a pillow on the hard wooden surface. With eye contact in the mirror and gentle touches, Dustin urged Seth to bend down on the pillow. A drawer slid open and Seth chanced a glance at the contents. It closed before he managed a full inventory, but at least it held condoms and lube.
Mesmerized, his gaze remained glued to Dustin’s hands, entranced as Dusty unrolled a condom over his length and liberally slicked the latex.Oh fuck yeah!
Dustin worked a slippery finger into Seth’s hole, and Seth pushed back with a moan. Soon one finger became two, until Dustin removed his fingers and something longer and harder brushed against Seth’s opening. Dustin stilled with the tip of his cock poised at Seth’s entrance. Only when Seth glanced up to meet his eyes in the mirror and utter a strained, “Okay,” did Dustin proceed, gripping Seth’s shoulders and slowly sinking in, never breaking eye contact.
Never had Seth had a front-row seat to his own porn video, and he examined the emotions flitting across Dustin’s face. Dustin grinned in the mirror before picking up the pace, thrusting in at a steady rate.
Seth nearly cried when Dustin withdrew. Next thing he knew, Dustin had flung him on the bed, flat on his back with his feet resting on Dustin’s shoulders. They locked gazes, never glancing away as Dusty slid back into him, breathlessly murmuring, “Oh, damn, but you feel good!”
Though he’d come once already, at the pond, Seth desperately needed another release.
“Stroke it,” Dustin panted, nodding toward Seth’s cock.
Dustin jarred both Seth and the bed, the squeaking springs keeping time with Dustin’s energetic thrusts. Thoughts faded away, Seth’s world tunneling down to the delicious sensations of Dustin inside of him and the growing friction of own his hand on his cock.
Finally those intense jade eyes shielded as Dustin closed his lids, throwing his head back in sheer ecstasy. Had any man ever looked so beautiful?
Dustin’s rhythm faltered before failing completely. He wailed out his desire, gripping tightly to Seth’s waist and burying himself fully. At last he stilled, opening his eyes with a grin.
Seth’s control shattered. He groaned, shoulders leaving the bed. His body bowed, muscles spasming with the force of his orgasm. The first splash caught him on the chest. Suddenly, his grip slid more easily, and Seth rode out wave after wave of shuddering bliss. Finally spent, he collapsed, exhausted, onto his back, panting through the aftershocks, heart thudding a reggae beat.
Dustin eased out and reached over Seth’s shoulder to grab a tissue from a box on the nightstand. He wrapped the condom, then snatched another tissue to dab at the mess cooling on Seth’s belly. Without looking, he aimed for the trash can and scored a direct hit. Seth was impressed.
