Page 39 of One Chance to Stay
That beautiful man made an audible gulp. “Glad it happened.”
The confession meant more than any smile. Seamus, in his own way, opened the door. I don’t think he’d ever bare his soul, but as long as I paid attention, there’d be glimmers.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Never had I been angry at a meal, but I didn’t want to get up. I was hungry, but not enough to pull away.
“We should get that,” I said.
“We should.” Neither of us moved.
“Or…”
“Or?”
“We skip dinner.”
“But…” When he spotted my grin, his eyes went wide. “Oh.”
I slid off him, extending a hand. Unlike before, he didn’t drop his gaze. As he hesitated, I could see the remnants of uncertainty. I thought his reluctance had everything to do with me, but maybe there was something deeper at play.
I grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. As I led him to the stairs, he paused. Seamus grumbled as he went into thekitchen and poked at buttons on the stove. He returned, still mumbling.
“Can’t have you burn the house down.” I expected nothing less.
I chuckled as I took his hand, pulling him up the stairs.
The first time we stood in his bedroom, it had been filled with tentative touches. When we woke, we could have blamed the booze and chalked it up to drunken hormones. The safety net had vanished. We had no excuse other than a yearning for closeness.
I pulled at the bottom of my shirt, ready to undress, when Seamus stopped me. He pushed my hands aside, his fingers tracing my belly in the break between shirt and pants. I thought sex between men would be rough and hurried. Seamus continued to defy my expectations.
He raised my shirt until he reached my chest. His fingers ran across a fuzzy patch, his eyes studying me. I raised my arms, allowing him to remove my shirt. His hands continued wandering, stopping for a moment to run his thumbs over my nipples. I let out a contented sigh, surprised at the jolt of electricity from my chest to my groin.
Last time, I feared speaking would ruin the moment, as if my voice would break the intimate bubble we created. This time, I wanted to assure Seamus with more than guttural moans.
“Feels amazing,” I whispered.
His hands slid behind my back as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. The hair of his beard tickled, but it didn’t compare to the flat of his tongue. When he gave my nipple a light bite,I moaned. Had they always been this sensitive? Or did they require a little manhandling?
I pulled at his shirt, untucking it before pulling it over his head. Now, when he returned to licking, his torso pressed against mine. Two hairy men getting it on? I quickly saw the appeal as his hands gripped my ass.
This time, when I went for the button on his jeans, I popped them open on the first try. Not that I had practiced in my room. With a swift push, his pants fell around his thighs. It wasn’t enough. Ever since our tryst, I had run through the laundry list of things I wanted to try. Yet again, I wanted to repay him.
Spinning him around, we both collapsed on the bed. Not as graceful as I hoped. But it didn’t stop me from rolling on top of him, staring at a growing bulge in his briefs. Before I could reach for the elastic, he shimmied along the bed, his head resting on a pillow.
I crawled between his legs, pulling his jeans off one leg and then the other. With nothing but white briefs left, I admired his physique for the first time. Despite the extra fluff around the center, Seamus had muscles only earned from a hard day’s work.
“I, uhm…” I stared at the curvature of his cock in his briefs. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You don’t?—”
“Oh, I want to.” I lay between his legs, his bulge beneath my chin. “Just lowering your expectations.”
Seamus didn’t respond. Watching his face, I pulled at the top of his briefs. His eyes closed, and his head tilted back. The grizzled bear chewed his lips as I revealed the shaft of his cock. This close, I could swear it was bigger than I remembered. One more tug and his cock sprang upward, smacking against my cheek.
I buried my nose between his balls and the crease of his leg. Seamus smelled manly. Earthy. I couldn’t pinpoint the scent, butit had my cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans. When I kissed along his testicles, his legs widened, giving me free access.
I stared at the beast, my finger running along the underside of his shaft until it reached the head. I wouldn’t call it a beginner model, but it wasn’t the biggest. Kissing along his shaft, his cock jerked, and when I ran the tip of my tongue under the head, Seamus mumbled incoherently.
Precum. In for a penny, in for a pound. I gripped his cock, licking the bead of clear liquid. Salty. Sweet. While I was here…
