Page 89 of Poolside

Tommy felt himself smile. “Sounds good to me.”

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It was Chuck’s idea to watchSpartacus.

Tommy was already lying on the couch with a pillow tucked under his head when Chuck emerged from his room freshly showered.

Tommy was distracted by a drop of water sliding down Chuck’s neck when the couch shifted under him. Chuck slipped his body into place against his, positioning himself as the little spoon. Tommy was frozen in place, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

There had been no intimacy between them since the Fourth. There were occasional hugs, some casual touches in passing, and Tommy understood that Chuck needed time. But now Chuck’s body was pressed against his, and no matter how respectful he wanted to be, Tommy was not immune to Chuck’s ass wriggling against his crotch.

“Stop it,” Tommy hissed, grabbing Chuck’s hip, trying to hold him still.

“Why?” Chuck responded, grinding against his lap, and there was no way he didn’t feel Tommy’s hardening dick against him.

Tommy let out a tortured groan. “Because I’m fucking turned on and I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready.”

Chuck made a quiet sound in the back of his throat. “I might not be horny,” he murmured, voice barely audible over the sharp sounds of swords clashing on the screen. “But I love knowing that you are.”

Oh, fuck me.

“Chuck,” Tommy pleaded, not sure what he was asking for. All he knew was that he was going to have to get the fuck off the couch and away from Chuck’s body.

“What?”

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to have to go take care of this somewhere else.” Tommy canted his hips forward, the hardness of his erection perfectly nudging the soft cleft of Chuck’s ass. “Fuck. Sorry, I shouldn’t?—”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.”

Tommy stopped, his breaths ragged against the back of Chuck’s neck. His hand, which still rested on Chuck’s hip, tightened. “What does that mean?”

Chuck shifted, turning his body so their faces pressed together. Tommy’s breath caught in his chest as Chuck’s blue eyes met his. “My whole body is numb and the last thing on my mind is getting hard.” His words were whispered against Tommy’s lips. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not really fucking interested in watching you get off right here on the couch.”

Tommy’s entire body went still, unsure if he’d heard Chuck correctly. “You want to watch me stroke my cock and come all over my fist while thinking about fucking you?”

Chuck’s sharp inhale made Tommy smile. The breathless, “Fuck yeah” that followed made Tommy’s chest swell.

“Then get your ass up, baby.”

Tommy watched Chuck scramble to the other end of the couch, his body slumping back against the arm while he stretched out his long legs. His athletic shorts slipped up his thighs and his t-shirt was so worn it was almost transparent.

Tommy mirrored his position, leaning back against the opposite end of the couch and splaying his own legs wide. “Can’t believe you’re mine, pretty boy,” he whispered as he stared at Chuck.

Chuck’s chest rose and fell as he stared right back. “Want to see more?” he asked, arching a russet brow.

“Fuck,” Tommy muttered, momentarily surrendering to his arousal, trailing his fingers over the soft cotton of his undershirt, and down to flick open the button of his slacks. “Yeah, baby. Let me see your body.”

Tommy groaned as Chuck peeled off his t-shirt, his eyes dancing over the cinnamon freckles and the pink of Chuck’s nipples.

“So good,” Tommy praised, tugging his zipper down and hissing as it dragged over his boxers.Fuck, he was hard, and there was already a wet spot on the front of his boxers where his cock was leaking precum.

He shifted to take his pants off, pulling his boxers down with them and tossing them both onto the floor. He didn’t bother to take off his socks.

A groan fell from his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, tightening his grip for a moment before dragging his fist up to the tip. His eyes were fixed on Chuck, who stared at Tommy’s dick with his mouth open.

“Can I see your cock?”

Chuck’s brow furrowed. “It’s…” he started, his cheeks tinging pink. “I’m not hard.”

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