Page 69 of The Jock
“Colby?”
“Yeah?”
Milo pulled back and smiled at him. “Shut up.”
Before he could formulate a response, Milo’s mouth was on his. Colby found himself being backed up and when he hit the mattress, he went tumbling down on it. Milo stayed put, as if heplanned it, and maybe he did, because he was unbuttoning his pants.
“Get your clothes off,” Milo told him. But Colby couldn’t move. Because Milo shed his pants, then yanked his shirt off, and he was there in front of Colby dressed in that same pair of tight, white pantiesandthe matching bra. Skimpy and lacy, it somehow barely covered him while making him look even more obscenely hot than he usually was.
“Holy shit.” Colby could barely breathe. “You’re gorgeous.”
He managed a laugh that was half disbelief and half joy, all breathy with want.
“You’re still dressed.” The corner of Milo’s lips turned up in a smirk, like he knew how hot he was and had wanted to have this very effect on Colby. Mission accomplished.
Colby couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. Even for Milo, who tried for about ten seconds to remain all cool and aloof but broke down with a chuckle when Colby got his foot stuck in the ankle of his jeans.
They laughed as Milo helped free him. Then Colby nearly ripped the shirt as he fumbled with the buttons. “This is why athletic gear is superior. It’s way easier to get out of.”
Colby tossed the shirt aside, then shuffled up the bed until he was leaning against the headboard. “You’re worth dressing up for, though.”
“Smooth talker.” Milo kneeled on the bed and crawled his way up to Colby, straddling him. He put his hands on Colby’s bare chest and spread his fingers wide. “God, you’re so fucking hot. I want to ride you.”
He lifted his gaze to meet Colby’s.
Colby tried to agree, but Milo’s mouth was on his, hot and wet, and so fucking insistent that Colby was powerless to do anything but follow Milo’s lead. They kissed until Colby’s dickthrobbed between them, leaking a steady stream of precum. It trailed down his cock like honey, thick and delicious.
Milo ground against him, pressing their cocks together. The friction nearly destroyed Colby. He gripped Milo’s hips to stop him and broke the kiss, laughing.
“Wait, wait, wait. I’m too close.”
Milo trailed a finger along Colby’s collarbone. “You say that as if I mind.”
“I mind. Only one of us came earlier and I want this to last.”
Milo slithered off Colby long enough to get a condom and lube from the nightstand.
“Then maybe we should take a hands-off approach for now.” Milo pressed the condom into Colby’s hand. “You get yourself ready, and I’ll get myself ready.”
Colby swallowed and watched Milo coat his fingers with lube. Then he reached around behind himself and… Oh, God. He was fingering himself. Milo threw his head back and let out a moan that was almost salacious enough to make Colby lose his load right there.
“Fuck, that’s so good.” Milo groaned and finally Colby snapped out of his stupor. He tore the condom open and rolled it down his cock. He squirted some lube into his hand and gave his dick a liberal coat.
Milo’s other hand pressed against Colby’s chest. He leaned close so they were almost kissing and he spoke in a whisper. “I love you.”
Colby wrapped his free arm around Milo and pulled him closer until they were kissing again and Milo was batting Colby’s hand off his dick so he could take hold. There was some awkward maneuvering for half a second and then, thankfully, Colby’s cock was pressed against Milo’s entrance.
Milo slid his hands into Colby’s hair and deepened their kiss. All tongue and breath and needy whimpers as he slowly sank down on Colby’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Colby moaned. His balls were already high and tight and his release was right there, waiting, wanting.
“Don’t move yet. Not yet.” Colby clung to Milo and breathed him in, their mouths still barely apart.
“Fuck, your dick is amazing.” Milo moved. Slowly, at first. With languid movements that were more graceful than Colby could ever have imagined. God, he looked good. Like an angel. Traces of glitter dusted his cheeks and the white bra caressed his skin. Colby couldn’t get enough of him. Of the sight of him. The sound. The taste.
He licked his way inside Milo’s mouth again, kissing him deep. Milo allowed it for a moment, then another, before he pulled away. He held on to Colby and quickened his pace. He lifted up and down, sliding his ass over Colby’s dick. In and out. Up and down. Even with the condom, Colby was nearly ready to blow and they’d just started.
Then Milo leaned back. Pressing his hands behind him, he arched his back, sticking his chest out toward Colby, and he ground down, swiveling his hips in circles.
