Page 46 of Wish We Were There

He wedged one leg between Taylor’s as he settled back over the other man, pressing a kiss to the bare skin of his collarbone. Taylor let out a faint sound that was almost a moan, turning his head to expose more of the sensitive skin of his neck. Parker traveled lower, feeling Taylor shiver under him as his lips skimmed over his sternum, his ribs, the softest part of his stomach, the divot of his hipbone, until finally the waistband of his underwear made him pause.

“Can I...?” he asked, looking up at Taylor. The other man’s face was flushed, and his eyes were dark with desire—he looked utterly undone as he nodded quickly, before Parker could even finish the question.

“Yes please,” he rasped. Parker didn’t have to be told twice; he pulled down the waistband of Taylor’s underwear and drank in the sight of his hard cock, precum glistening at the tip. He hesitated for a beat, then reached down to pull off his own underwear, not wanting Taylor to be the only one naked. He could feel Taylor’s eyes on his body. For a moment, they were both completely still, each taking in the sight of the other.

Taylor’s body was so... perfectly, wonderfully normal. He’d spent so long pining after Taylor—getting caught up in the band’s sudden rise to fame and his own preconceived notions of what the other man might be like—that he almost hadn’t known what to expect. But here, naked in Parker’s bed, Taylor wasn’t some cherubic angel of music, or a pornographic rockstar.

He was just Taylor, and that was better than anything Parker could have imagined. His heart skipped a beat. This was what was real. Taylor wasn’t a daydream any longer, but a real, living, breathing human man, warm and solid beneath him. What had Parker ever been so afraid of?

He dipped his head back down to kiss against Taylor’s hipbone again, then pressing lower to where it became his thigh. He couldn’t hold back—the kiss became biting as he pressed his teeth to the sensitive flesh, then swiped his tongue over the same spot. Taylor hissed, but didn’t pull away. Parker kissed the tender skin along the crease of Taylor’s thigh, spreading his legs open, then finally licked a long, measured stripe up the underside of Taylor’s cock. Heat and salt burst along his tongue, but his senses were overpowered by the low, needy moan that Taylor made in response.

His mouth closed over the head of Taylor’s cock, making him gasp and shudder.

“Fuck, Parker,” Taylor panted, his hands gripping desperately at Parker’s bedsheets. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—Fuck, I wasn’t expecting this.”

Parker let out a soft hum of a laugh, but continued to take more and more of Taylor’s cock into his mouth in slow, measured movements—relishing in every little moan and whimper he got out of Taylor in the process. One of Taylor’s hands finally settled on his head, fingers lacing through his short, dark hair. His hips rocked, pushing his cock further into Parker’s mouth, making him moan.

“Parker,” Taylor panted, his voice ragged. His fingers tightened in Parker’s hair, pulling him away. “Hold on, hold on.”

Parker let Taylor pull him up. “Too much?”

Taylor’s face was flushed pink as he nodded. “It just… felt really good. And I didn’t want to cum yet. So…”

Parker’s cock bucked eagerly at the thought of making Taylor cum. “Still want me on top?”

Taylor nodded quickly, a small, nervous smile playing at his lips. “Yeah.”

His fingers had relaxed their grip in Parker’s hair, so he dipped his head back down to kiss the soft skin just below his belly button, making Taylor laugh. He kissed and licked lower again, this time moving past Taylor’s cock, pushing his hips up—Taylor stifled a small gasp as Parker gently pressed his teeth against the fleshy part of his ass cheek. He let out a small laugh at the sensation, only for it to morph into a moan when Parker replaced his teeth with his tongue, working toward the center of him.

He pulled back so he could see better, then used his hands to gently spread Taylor’s cheeks apart. The little puckered divot of his asshole was the same dusky pink as the flushed head of his cock.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty little hole,” Parker heard himself say. Mortification burned in his face—the words were completely unconscious—but the soft, needy sound Taylor made in response, and the way his cock twitched between his legs, made him think maybe it was the right thing to say, anyway.

“Jesus, Parker,” Taylor whimpered, covering his face with one hand.

“You do,” Parker said, spurred on by his reaction. He shifted his hands so he could swipe his thumb lightly over the sensitive flesh, tracing lazy circles around it. “Hand me the lube.”

Taylor didn’t respond, only moved his hands frantically around him to find the small tube—it had slipped under a pillow—then shoved it into Parker’s outstretched hand.

Parker uncapped it and let some of the slick liquid drip in a steady stream down onto Taylor’s exposed hole, making the other man hiss at the sensation. With his other hand, he rubbed the lube onto Taylor’s skin and his fingers. When he was done, he set the lube back down, wrapped one hand around Taylor’s cock, and with the other, pressed a finger against his hole. Taylor made a faint sound that wasn’t quite a moan, but the first finger slipped in easily.

“Fuck,” Taylor panted, squirming underneath Parker. “It’s—It’s been a little while, so go slow, okay?”

“I will,” Parker said, nodding. “I just want to make you feel good.”

Taylor bit back a laugh. “It feels good.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Parker said, and Taylor nodded. He worked Taylor open as slowly and gently as he could, moving just the one finger into him carefully until there was hardly any resistance at all. The second slid in alongside the first just as easily; Taylor made another soft, slightly uncomfortable noise, so Parker waited before moving again. After a beat, Taylor nodded encouragingly, and he kept going.

“Good?” Parker asked, and Taylor nodded again. Each drag of his fingers made the flesh within feel a little softer around him, a little less tight. God, he was going to feel so fucking good around Parker’s cock.

He moved a bit faster now, slowly ramping up until he was sure he could push a third finger inside. But he was relishing how Taylor’s face was flushed, the way his eyes were dark with desire, the way his breath stuttered and caught as Parker prepped him.

“Ready for one more?” Parker asked softly, and Taylor nodded, eyes squeezing closed. “I think you’re almost ready for my cock, aren’t you?”

Taylor bit his lip, nodding again. “I like this. I like you talking dirty.”

Parker flushed, nervous now that Taylor had mentioned it, but he forced himself to reply. “Yeah?”

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