Page 42 of Provoking the Punter

Garrett blushed and started unbuttoning Chester’s shirt. “There was a lot for me.”

“I’m teasing.”

“And I’m not used to it. I feel awkward and…” he shrugged. He pushed Chester’s shirt off his shoulders. His fingers skimmed over the piercings beneath his collar bones. “You’ve figured out what you like and what you don’t. All I have are memories of fumbling around at eighteen when neither of us knew what we were doing.”

“You know what I want right now? You. I want you to stop overthinking it. Finish getting me naked and fuck me.” Chester didn’t know if it was the right thing to say, or if it would freak Garrett out, but he didn’t want to admit that he had no idea what he was doing, or why he was there when it was easy to pretend this was just sex. “I’m assuming you know how to fuck?”

“I hope so, unless I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.”

“Let’s find out.” Chester shoved Garrett’s shorts down, and his cock sprung free.

Garrett stepped out of his shorts and grabbed Chester’s hands, leading him the few steps toward the bed. “You’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong, right?”

“Oh honey, if you think I’m lying face down on the bed so you can jab it into me, you’ve got the wrong idea about how this is going to happen.” He walked forward, directing Garrett to the bed, then pressed on his shoulder so he sat.

“The condoms are in the bedside drawer with the lube now.”

“Lovely, but stop rushing. I’ve still got my pants on.”

Garrett lifted his hands but paused the moment his fingers touched the button of Chester’s fly as if needing—wanting—permission to undo his jeans. Chester ran his fingertips along Garrett’s jaw and then over his lower lip. He was adorable, but how long would it take for this to go from cute to annoying?

He flicked open the button and undid the zipper, never breaking eye contact. He pushed Chester’s jeans over his hips, fingers sweeping over his butt and lingering for a couple of seconds before pushing his jeans down to his knees.

In that heartbeat, all Chester wanted was to feel Garrett’s lips and tongue on his dick.

Garrett didn’t need any suggestions because as soon as he peeled Chester’s briefs down, he licked up the length of his cock, then took the head into his mouth. He cupped Chester’s balls, and then his thumb made a second sweep over his sac as if to be sure of what he was feeling.

He drew back with a grin. “I found it… I don’t know how I missed it.” Garrett’s breath was cool on Chester’s spit-slicked skin. He tilted his head to have a look at the piercing Chester always thought of as obvious when he was erect.

“Your hands didn’t get very adventurous.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No more than the others.”

“You have them in the weirdest places,” Garrett said as he leaned in to run his tongue over it and give his sac a good lick while he was there. He was getting bolder.

“I like the look.” They were for him. Although he didn’t mind the way Garrett played with them. Garrett sucked the metal into his mouth and Chester’s toes curled. Most guys ignored them, because they weren’t in the fun places.

Garrett released the ring, but his tongue kept exploring. “It’s thicker than the others.”

“I like the weight.” He grunted as Garrett sucked on it a little harder.

“Too much?”

“No.” He just wasn’t used to the attention. It didn’t help that Garrett’s hand was working over his cock. “You like licking balls?”

“I like licking yours.” He swept a line up Chester’s cock to the tip, catching the bead of pre-cum and tonguing the slit as though he needed more.

“When was your last test?”

Garrett paused and glanced up. “When I got here they did a full medical. Down to the last muscle fiber and fat cell.”

“I highly doubt you have any fat cells.” Garrett had the kind of body plenty would kill for… or kill to get their hands on. But it wasn’t to look good, it was to play great. Which was different from dating gym bunnies who expected him to do more than swim a few times a week.

Wasn’t it?

“Why?”

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