Page 14 of The Jock
Wes laughed and then kissed Justin, smiling. They kissed and never stopped, holding hands, twined together on Wes’s narrow bed, as the lights of the Eiffel Tower winked on again, dazzling the city as they got lost in each other.
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The narrow,squeaky beds were okay for frantic blow jobs and sideways cuddling, but sleeping together was another story. Wes lasted six minutes before his muscles protested, and he was afraid he’d squash Justin or accidentally dump him over the side of the bed in the middle of the night. Instead, he grabbed both of their mattresses and laid them side by side beneath the window, then piled the blankets on top. He shored up the sides with their duffels, trying to keep the mattresses from sliding apart, while Justin brushed his teeth and changed. They slid into their new bed together, wearing boxers and nothing else, and lay curled by the open window.
Eventually, their stroking hands turned more purposeful, sought fevered gasps instead of soft sighs, moans instead of shivers. Wes rolled Justin to his back and slithered on top, pressing them together from lips to toes, kissing him and lacing their hands together as he rocked his hips and his cock against Justin’s. Justin arched his back, crying out when Wes sucked a hickey into the skin of his neck, when he tugged their boxers down and resettled on top of Justin, their naked bodies flush together.
It was slower this time, in the shadows and the midnight glow of Paris, their hands sliding through each other’s hair and over trembling skin. Justin wrapped his legs around Wes’s waist and gripped his shoulders, dug his fingers into the meat of his back as he tipped up his head and breathed Wes’s name. Wes kissed Justin’s chest, buried his face in Justin’s neck, in the ends of his hair, gripped his thigh and held it to his hip as he thrust. He moved on instinct, making love to Justin with his body, their cocks grinding together against their hard bellies. When they came, it was together, Wes’s lips pressed to Justin’s, Justin’s hands in his hair, Wes breathing Justin’s name as Justin shuddered and shook in the circle of Wes’s arms.
They met again in the middle of the night, seeking each other as if in a dream. Justin was on top this time, Wes’s hands around his waist, helping guide Justin’s body as they rocked and rolled and kissed, and kissed, and eventually spilled onto each other before they fell back to sleep, wrapped in an embrace so tight Wes couldn’t tell where he began and Justin ended. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore.
Paris’s morning bustle woke them, as did Wes’s achingly hard erection. He rolled into Justin’s back, kissed his way down Justin’s spine, worked his way around to Justin’s cock, and sucked him until Justin was shivering and clenching. Wes slipped a finger into his mouth, coated it with spit, and then slid it down and between Justin’s taut ass cheeks. He hesitated at Justin’s hole.
“Are you sure?” Justin whispered. His hand found Wes’s and squeezed. Justin was trembling. “We don’t have to.”
“Iwantto. I want to do everything with you. But do you want this?”
“Fuck,” Justin hissed. He grasped the base of his cock and squeezed. Clenched his eyes closed. Breathed in and out, slowly. Then he spread his legs. “I do. So, so much. I want everything with you, too.”
Wes held his breath as he slid his finger into Justin’s hole. As Justin’s heat closed around him, tighter and hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. He slid in and out carefully, until Justin told him, “Another. Another finger.” Wes tried, but it wasn’t slick enough, and Justin pawed through his duffel and thrust a bottle of lube at him. “Use this.”
His two fingers slid in much easier then, in and out and in and out. Justin clenched on an in stroke and told him to curl his fingers toward his belly button and stroke again, and when he did, Justin arched like he’d touched a live wire, his thighs spreading wider, his fingers clawing at nothing as he silently screamed. Wes did it again and again, until Justin was a trembling mess, his cock weeping precome onto his belly, his legs quaking and spread, knees pulled up to his chest.
Wes kissed the inside of Justin’s thigh, the crest of his hip bone, the underside of his cock. He slid his fingers out and wiped them on a worn T-shirt before he crawled up Justin’s body and kissed his lips. “Justin?” He nuzzled his cheek. Waited until Justin’s eyes flickered open and he kissed Wes back, soft and slow. “Can I make love to you?”
Justin’s eyes went wide. He stilled. “Are you sure?”
“I want my first time to be with you.” His first time, his first guy. Maybe, a quiet voice in his heart said, his last guy. His only guy. Some of his friends were getting married or were ready to propose. They’d foundthe one. What if he had, too?
For a moment, there was a flicker of something in Justin’s eyes, a shadow of doubt. Wes searched his gaze, tried to find that hesitation again, but it was gone. “Is that what you want?”
“Absolutely, cowboy,” Justin purred. He reached over his head for his duffel, then rooted around until he found the pocket with the condoms. Pulled one out. More spilled and littered the floor. Wes eyed them, mentally claiming each.Mine, mine, mine.If he didn’t screw this up, if he was a good enough lover for Justin, if he could captivate Justin half as much as Justin captivated him, then, maybe, Justin would want to keep him.
He took the condom Justin offered and tore it open. He fumbled a bit, flipping it one way and then the other, and his cheeks burned as he tried to position it correctly. Justin took pity on him and guided his hands, remembering to pinch the tip when Wes didn’t, and then rolled it down his hard shaft with a smooth, gentle stroke that left him shivering.
They were all elbows for a minute, getting back into position, Justin on his back, legs spread, a pillow shoved under his hips at the last second. Wes grabbed the lotion and poured way too much onto his fingers. He tried his best to prepare Justin, but all he did was make a slippery mess. He rubbed the rest over his condom-sheathed cock as he lined himself up with Justin’s hole.
“Go slow.” Justin’s fingers squeezed over his biceps. “You’re big. I think you’re the biggest I’ve ever had.”
“Keep talking like that, and you won’t have me. I’ll finish before we start.” Wes bit his lip and tried to stop the heat from curling around the base of his cock.
Justin smiled. He hooked one ankle around Wes’s waist. Rubbed his hand over Wes’s arm, his shoulder. “Make love to me.”
Wes pushed in.
Heat. A clench, a squeeze tighter than his fist, tighter than he’d ever felt, blazing hot. Wes gasped, almost falling on top of Justin. His arms barely held him up. His vision went white, everything blanking for one moment, all his senses scrambled and overwhelmed.
He heard, though, Justin’s hitched breath. His gasp. Saw his neck arch and his chin tip back. Saw his lips go thin.
Only the head of his cock was inside Justin. He froze. “Should I stop?”
“No.” Justin squeezed his arms, dug his fingers into his muscles. Curled his leg, beckoning him fractionally closer. “No, just give me a moment. You’re good, you’re so good. God, Wes…”
He waited, frozen in a pushup, his cock barely inside Justin, all of his senses going wild as he tried to remember how to breathe in and out. He counted off plays, ran passing routes in his mind, replayed drills from practice. Thought of Coach Young hollering at the offense, making them run, and run, and run. Anything except for Justin, looking like perfection beneath him and between his arms.
“Okay,” Justin breathed. “Okay, keep going.”
He slid into Justin all the way, until their hips were flush and he was balls deep, every inch of his cock inside another person for the first time in his life. He shook, and this time he did collapse, falling onto Justin, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Oh my God…” He felt Justin’s kisses, the touch of lips to his hair, his temples, his forehead, felt Justin’s fingernails scraping up his back. His ankles digging into his spine. He chased Justin’s kiss, found his lips. Kissed him deeply, like he could pour himself inside Justin and stay with him forever.
