Page 52 of The Quarterback
Nick tossed Colton’s shorts behind him and knelt between Colton’s spread legs. If he’d thought Colton was breathing hard before, that was nothing compared to this. Colton’s eyes were huge, his lips parted, breath coming like he was in the middle of a no-huddle game. “Nick,” he gasped. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Nick ran his hands up Colton’s trembling thighs and swept his thumbs into the dips between Colton’s hips and his crotch where his skin was pale, where his pubes went thin and merged with the hair on his legs. Nick had never been this near another man’s hard cock before, but it was more or less the same as his own, albeit from a different angle. Andmorethan his own, if he was being honest. Colton was a big boy, in every sense of the word.
What would that cock feel like in his mouth?
“Yeah, but,” Colton stammered, “if that’s gonna be something you end up not liking, I’d rather you just don’t. If all you want is to kiss some, make out a little, I’m fine with that—”
“Colton.” He rose up, sliding along Colton’s naked body, pressing them together from thighs to chest. Colton keened, pushing his cock against Nick’s jeans-covered crotch. Nick kissed him, his tongue stroking over Colton’s before sucking it into his mouth, like he was about to do to Colton’s cock. Colton made a high-pitched, strangled sound and grabbed Nick’s ass with his free hand.
Nick broke the kiss and nuzzled Colton’s cheek. “I don’t treat my lovers like that,” he breathed. Lovers. Like he’d had so many. Three in his life, including Colton last night. “I’m not interested in taking more than I give. That’s not who I am. Besides…” He nipped at Colton’s quivering lower lip. “I was thinking about sucking your dick for half the drive.”
Another moan, and Colton dug his fingers into Nick’s ass. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Then I’ll just make you hard again.” Nick kissed his way down Colton’s chest, biting his jaw and his collarbone and his belly button before kneeling between Colton’s spread thighs.
Bold words. A tremor of trepidation ran through him as he came face-to-face with Colton’s weeping, hard cock. He blinked. Reached out and wrapped his hand around the shaft.
Colton jerked. “Nick—”
Bold words called for bold action. He wrapped his lips around Colton’s cock head and sucked.
Colton grabbed the bedsheet, clawed at the mattress. One leg trembled, and the other shot straight out. He chanted Nick’s name, his voice going from shock to what sounded like choked sobs as Nick sucked more and more of Colton’s cock into his mouth. He couldn’t get all of Colton past his lips. Hell, he couldn’t even get half. But he stroked Colton off below the high-water mark of his lips, humming as he tried to increase the suction.
What did he like, the rare times he’d gotten a blow job? Suction, movement. Speed.
He sped up, sucking harder. Tightened his hand. He remembered that, from last night.Harder. Squeeze.Colton liked his thumb going over the head. He sucked, ran his tongue around and around Colton’s head, then sucked again,hard—
“Nick!” Colton levitated off the bed, ass squeezing, only his heels and his shoulders touching the mattress. “I’m—” His come exploded into Nick’s mouth, hot jets of it as his legs went rock hard and his hand bounced from the mattress to Nick’s shoulder to his hair, fingers curling and uncurling before he slapped the bed like a wrestler tapping out. “Nick, Nick,” he panted. His hips thrust into Nick’s mouth, chasing his orgasm.
Nick swallowed, swallowed again. That was a first. Different than when a woman came against his lips. He hummed as he swallowed, as he sucked Colton’s softening shaft and lapped up his orgasm. He could get used to that. He could easily get used to it. Especially the way Colton moaned his name. There was something intoxicating about making someone you cared for orgasm. And he’d liked doing it. Maybe not enough to try sucking off more guys, but he liked sucking Colton’s cock.
Colton tried to grab him and haul him up. His hand was limp, his arm as strong as boiled spaghetti. Nick laced their fingers together, then kissed each of Colton’s knuckles. He reached for his own fly and unbuttoned his jeans, then shoved them and his boxers down his hips, scissoring out of his pants as he crawled back up Colton’s body.
Colton looked like he’d just been at ground zero of a bomb blast. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and his chest shuddered with every ragged inhale. His gaze slowly focused on Nick as Nick balanced over him.
He rocked his hips against Colton’s, pushing his hard cock into Colton’s belly. Colton tried to scoot down the mattress. “Just put your hand on me,” Nick whispered. “I want to kiss you when I come. And I’m close.” Colton nodded, and he wrapped his rough palm around Nick’s cock and stroked as Nick pressed their lips together. Colton was still breathing hard, and his kiss was open-mouthed and slow. Nick wrapped his tongue around Colton’s and sucked on it like he’d just sucked Colton’s cock. Colton’s hand closed tighter around Nick.
He groaned into Colton’s mouth.
Colton jerked him harder, rougher, those calluses working him over, taking him apart, until it was his turn to close his eyes and grit his teeth and whimper Colton’s name. His orgasm slammed into him, come flowing between them, over Colton’s fist and onto Colton’s belly.
He caught his breath as he dipped his head to Colton’s chest, leaving a trail of kisses from Colton’s pec to the strap of his sling. He kissed his sling, too, right over his collarbone. Colton wiped his hand on the sheets, then set his palm gently on the small of Nick’s back. They stayed like that, their heartbeats slowing, breaths evening out, the sun traveling a full degree across his bedroom floor.
“So,” Colton finally said. His voice was rough. “How did your experiment go?”
Colton was trying to sound brave, and when Nick looked up, he saw Colton was trying to look brave, too. He’d schooled his features, had tried to mask the emotions in his eyes. But a tangled hunger bled out of him—and, more than that, fear. Colton swallowed as their gazes met.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever been with,” Nick said.
“Me, too. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never even thought about it.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Me, either.” Colton shrugged. “I watched some gay porn. That was kinda educational. It helped my dreams, at least.”
Nick laughed. He kissed Colton’s chin, the tip of his nose.
“Maybe I could be the only guy you’re ever with.” Colton spoke softly, almost a whisper.
