Page 65 of Poolside

When Tommy was fully seated, his hips flush with the hard muscle of Chuck’s ass, he collapsed forward to press his forehead to Chuck’s back, needing a moment to collect himself. “God,” he managed to rasp. “Chuck. You’re…I think this might actually kill me.”

“No dying yet, big guy.” Tommy felt a gentle slap on his head. He lifted his face up, finding Chuck looking back at him over his shoulder. “Fucking first, then we can deal with the dying thing later.”

Tommy couldn’t stop smiling, even though he felt like he was already teetering on the edge of an orgasm that was probably going to destroy him. Pressing a quick kiss to Chuck’s back, he lifted himself up, settling his hands on Chuck’s hips.

He drew back, watching open-mouthed as his cock slipped most of the way from Chuck’s body. Then, with a decisive snap of his hips, he thrust back in.

Oh. Fuck. That was incredible.

He did it again, his chest lighting up when Chuck started to make noises, crying out in pleasure every time Tommy filled him.

Tommy adjusted when a roll of his hips had Chuck gasping out a “Fuck yes, there.” He instinctively picked up the pace of his thrusts as desire tightened in his gut. He knew he was getting close, and needed to make sure Chuck was right there too.

He reached down, gripping Chuck’s dripping cock in his fist. The angle was awkward, but nothing was going to stand in the way of him chasing his pleasure and bringing Chuck along with him.

Tommy’s balls tightened, and he clenched his jaw, trying to hold off even when his entire body trembled, hovering right on the edge. “Chuck,” he gasped. “Want you to come, beautiful. Need to feel you.”

Sweat shone on Chuck’s back, making his skin flush pink in the low light of the lamp. He was stunning, like one of those Greek statues carved from marble that stood in their temples. Chuck was worthy of that, Tommy thought. Worthy of worship.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Chuck’s words cut off as he let out a harsh cry, and his cock pulsed in Tommy’s hand. The wet of Chuck’s cum dripped over his knuckles, and that was enough to send Tommy over the edge.

His entire body froze as the first wave of release rushed through him. His dick throbbed, mind going blank as his hips bucked, chasing every pulse of his orgasm. Pleasure raged through him that felt never ending, leaving his body trembling and boneless.

Carefully, Tommy brought Chuck with him as he tipped over to lay on one side on the bed, keeping their bodies connected. They were both sweaty, and the skin of Chuck’s shoulders flushed pink under his freckles. Tommy pressed kiss after kiss to his salty skin.

“Holy shit.”

Tommy smiled at the breathless rasp of Chuck’s voice as he brought his clean hand up to press against Chuck’s heaving chest. “Did I do okay,” he asked, feeling oddly vulnerable about the whole thing.

“Perfect.” Chuck huffed out a laugh. “You blew me away.”

Relief filled Tommy, and he craned his neck to kiss Chuck’s cheek. “Good,” he said, and, knowing he needed to clean up the mess they’d made, reached down to grip the base of the condom and slowly pulled out.

“Fuck,” whispered Chuck, wriggling his hips as Tommy slipped out of him.

“You get rid of the blanket and I’ll get a wet cloth to clean you up,” Tommy said as he climbed out of the bed, padding across the floor to the small ensuite bathroom.

After getting rid of the condom and taking a piss, he wet a face cloth in warm water, wringing the excess out before returning to the bedroom.

Chuck lay sprawled out on the bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. Tommy stopped for a moment to appreciate the softness of him, already imagining what he was going to do with him the next time he got the opportunity.

“Want to clean up?” Tommy asked, waving the cloth in one hand.

Chuck grunted, but held up a hand. Tommy tossed the towel at him, and he caught it. Tommy busied himself grabbing an extra quilt from the closet and kicked the dirty one over to the corner to be dealt with later.

“Come here,” Chuck said, and, once Tommy had spread the new blanket on the bed, he joined Chuck under the covers. He hesitated for a second, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do, but Chuck made the decision for him when he wrapped an arm and leg around Tommy’s body and settled his head on his chest.

Thank fuck. Tommy really wanted to cuddle.

“Night,” Chuck murmured against his skin.

Tommy kissed his curls. “Night.”

CHAPTER18

YOU’VE GOT ME

CHUCK

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