Page 62 of Tough Guy
Fabian wriggled his ass against Ryan’s erection. “I noticed.” He bent down whispered into Ryan’s ear. “Does he want to come out to play?”
Ryan huffed out a laugh. “I think so.”
“Good. Because I know someone who is dying to meet him.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
Fabian winked, then slid down Ryan’s body so he could open the button on his jeans. “Tell me if you want to stop. Anytime, okay?”
“Okay. Keep going.”
Fabian slowly pulled Ryan’s zipper down and peeled open the fly of his jeans to frame the mouth-watering bulge in his briefs. Keeping eye contact with Ryan the whole time, Fabian placed his palm on it. “Fuck, you’re huge. Can I take it out?”
“Yeah. It’s weird, though,” Ryan warned.
“Weird?” Okay, now Fabianhadto see it. He carefully pulled the waistband of Ryan’s underwear down to his thighs, and Ryan’s cock thudded against his stomach, huge and solid.
There was absolutely nothing, as far as Fabian could tell, weird about it. It was a beast for sure, long and thick and uncut. The head was an angry red, and his balls were fucking huge, but none of that was anything that Fabian would call weird.Gloriouswas a better word.
“Yeah,” Ryan sighed. “Like I said—”
“No! Ilove him!” To prove it, Fabian dipped his head and kissed the underside of his shaft. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“You don’t have to—”
Fabian held up a hand. “Ryan. I am talking to my new friend. Shush.”
Ryan laughed, which made Fabian feel a little bit proud. “Sorry. Continue.”
“How about we take these pants all the way off?” Fabian suggested.
“Yep. Here. I’ll do it. They’re tight.”
Fabian moved off of him so Ryan could sit up to remove his jeans, underwear, and socks. He could tell, when Ryan was fully naked, that he was starting to feel uncomfortable again. His hands flexed against his duvet, and he couldn’t make eye contact with Fabian.
“Would you mind if I joined you?” Fabian asked. “I’m a little worried about ripping these pants, to be honest. The situation is getting dire.”
“Sorry. Yeah. Please.”
Fabian stood and wriggled out of the rest of his clothing. His rigid cock sprang eagerly out of his underwear the second he began to remove them. He gave it a couple of strokes as a reward for being so patient.
“Oh wow. Can I do that? For you, I mean?” Ryan asked.
“Absolutely.” Fabian stood between Ryan’s spread thighs and braced himself with one hand on Ryan’s muscular shoulder. He plunged the fingers of his other hand into Ryan’s hair.
Ryan’s hand was dry, but it was so fucking big and warm. Fabian moaned at the contact, and moaned more when Ryan stroked him. God, he’d wanted this. Exactly this: Ryan Price naked with his hand on Fabian’s cock. It was perfect.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Ryan murmured. “I love your body.”
Fabian could only whimper happily in response. He’d meant it when he’d told Ryan that he loved attention. He was addicted to adoration and praise. He’d quit all social media recently, because he’d been addicted to seeing how many likes each of his posts received. Now his label managed his Instagram account for him.
He rarely received the adoration he craved from the men he hooked up with. Not like this. Not like the wonder he saw now in Ryan’s eyes, or the reverent way he touched him.
Fabian’s toes curled against the fancy carpet in Ryan’s bedroom when Ryan teased his slit with the pad of his thumb. Then Ryan leaned in and licked his nipple piercing, and Fabian nearly lost it.
“Fuck! Fuck. Stop. Just for a second, stop.”
Ryan released him immediately and looked at him with concern. “You okay?”
