Page 32 of Touch of Innocence
“Huh.” Sam was silent for a good two or three minutes after that, as the road whizzed by under the wheels. Maybe someday, it would be good to hit the road again, with Sam by his side.
The silence between them was just starting to feel awkward, and Gunner was just reaching over to see what non-country music he could possibly find on the radio when Sam finally spoke up again.
“Yeah. I think I would like you to stay.”
The words came as a complete shock to Gunner. As Sam spoke, Gunner realized that he had pretty much expected for Sam never to answer the question. Or, rather, to answer it by default by waiting until Gunner was finished fixing his bike and then left.
A wide smile which probably made him look like a bit of an idiot spread across Gunner’s face, and he didn’t even care. Sam had just admitted to wanting to be with him. Sure, there were still details to work out, like what was going to happen when Sam went off to school, but they would work that out somehow.
“Really?” Gunner finally managed, feeling like he could barely speak around the thick knot of his heart, swollen and full of hope in a way that he never allowed himself to become. It was almost painful, and part of him screamed in the back of his head that he was making a big mistake by letting himself feel this.
“Yeah.” Sam shot a smile at him, warm enough that Gunner could feel it against him even though he was looking at the road. “Pull over, babe.”
Gunner smirked a little. Sam’s hand was sneaking playfully up high on his thigh, and he had the idea that he knew exactly what it was that the other man had in mind. There was no one around for miles, it seemed, and Gunner did pull over, letting the car coast to a stop and then killing the engine.
“Now what?” Gunner asked, and it was sort of adorable how Sam still looked so nervous. The guy was no longer a virgin, maybe, but he was still such an innocent in so many ways. Was it possible that Sam would never lose that quality since he’d kept it for so long? Gunner sort of hoped so.
“Now this,” Sam murmured, and he pretty much jumped on Gunner, his tall, lanky, tight body settling against Gunner. They kissed, mouths and tongues and lips meeting, every bit as thrilling to Gunner as that very first stolen kiss had been.
All of a sudden, Gunner fell back as the seat seemed to drop away under him. Looking up with wide eyes, Gunner saw the look of pure mischief lingering in Sam’s beautiful green gaze. He had pulled the lever to drop the back of the seat down while distracting Gunner with hot kisses.
“Hmm, just what do you have in mind?” Gunner murmured back, rocking his rapidly hardening cock up against the younger man, feeling the firm, tight orbs of his ass against his dick even through the annoying layers of their clothing.
“I want to try something,” Sam admitted, and he tugged out a condom and even a little single-use packet of lube. Gunner blinked, about to point out that they had already tried that when it occurred to him that there was one thing they hadn’t tried, one way that they hadn’t done this.
“Do you want …?” Gunner started, as Sam, his large body slightly cramped in the small space, started to strip them both. Just their pants and Gunner picked up on the reason why immediately. If anyone did happen to drive by, as unlikely as that seemed, they would still seem to be completely clothed.
There were advantages to dating a genius, it seemed. As wrapped up in sensation, in arousal, as Gunner was, he probably never would have thought of that.
“Yes,” Sam admitted. “I want you inside of me.”
That was almost enough to make Gunner shook off right then and there, and he softly hissed as Sam eased the condom down, rolling it over Gunner’s suddenly throbbing dick. He had never really given any thought to this, had been sure that Sam would never go for it, but he’d wanted to. Of course he had.
Sam had possessed him, and now, he would have Sam. Clearly, he hadn’t given the other man enough credit for his willingness to try new things, and Gunner watched, with his whole body aching and yearning for the pretty young man, as Sam got Gunner’s cock ready.
Sam’s hands were inexpert and a little bit uncertain, but he had clearly paid attention to what Gunner had done when they were doing this the other way. The condom was rolled into place, and slippery lube was dribbled over it, and then Sam was straddling Gunner’s hips, both of them a little bit cramped in the relatively small space, but Gunner, at least, couldn’t care in the slightest.
“Oh God, baby, fuck yourself on me,” Gunner urged, while Sam shot him a look that was so full of mischief that Gunner couldn’t help but be aware that Sam was doing this all on purpose. Working them both up, promising more than he gave, at least at first.
Slowly, Sam rubbed his ass, his tight, virgin ass, down against Gunner’s dick, teasing him, teasing them both. Gunner’s hands settled on the slender curve of Sam’s hips, his muscles straining as he fought his own body, refusing to do what he wanted. He would not just simply push up into him, not this first time.
It wasn’t just mischief. Sam was nervous about this, and it clearly meant a lot to him. So Gunner groaned and held himself back, let Sam take it at his own pace, and soon enough, Sam started to let his weight fall, gravity pulling him down. Gunner gave a soft, urgent little cry as his cock forged its way between those impossibly beautiful little cheeks, the thick, leaking head of his dick right against the entrance to Sam’s body.
They looked at each other, and what they were doing felt like a promise, somehow. They had been together before, of course, had made each other come almost too many times to count, but this was different. They had just agreed to be together, and that promise danced in their shared gaze, made this moment, already so intense, that much more vivid.
“Gunner,” Sam moaned, his tone almost helpless. That taut body shifted, the muscles under Gunner’s hands clenching as Sam drove himself down onto Gunner’s sheathed cock for the very first time.
Sam had prepared Gunner well. He couldn’t help the groan that came onto his lips as his lubed cock slid inside of Sam, and the physical sensation of it was good enough, but it wasn’t even the best thing. The very best thing about this was the look on Sam’s face, the rapture that Gunner saw there, made selfish and greedy by the feel of Gunner’s blunt cockhead against his prostate.
This, Gunner had done more often, and he knew exactly the right way to roll his hips, to send more pleasure crashing relentlessly through Sam’s body. His own pleasure, for the moment, didn’t matter. It was building slowly, but inevitably, and he was more focused on making sure that this was good for Sam.
Not that Sam seemed to be interested in complaining much. He was in control, his whole body rocking on Gunner, taking him deep over and over as he bounced on Gunner’s lap.
Not very long after, Sam’s body started to thrash on top of Gunner, his movements less measured, more wild, as he gave in to the demands of his body. It was quite something to see, not to mention feel, as Sam’s lovely body started to glisten with sweat, his body shoving down relentlessly onto Gunner’s cock.
He had Sam writhing for him, and it was too much for Gunner. He didn’t even mean for it to happen when it did. He usually liked to wait until his partner had come before he did. But Sam was too good, and helpless against the force of the raging inferno inside of him, Gunner cried out Sam’s name as he spilled inside of the condom.
Luckily for his ego, it wasn’t long until he felt the spurt of hot, fresh cum, spattering over his shirt, the musky scent of their joining filling the car. What would Mike think about this particular use of the car, Gunner wondered idly. Not that it mattered, because he would never know.
“Gunner,” Sam murmured, his eyes partially hidden by the haze of satisfied hunger in them. “Gunner, I think I …”
A brief surge of panic cleared Gunner’s mind, and he knew that he couldn’t let Sam say those words. Gunner had heard them said before, and no one that had said them had ever meant them. His heart couldn’t handle hearing them again.
Desperate to stop them, Gunner, still locked in the tight, hot embrace of Sam’s body, pulled Sam down to him. He kissed him, stealing his words with his tongue, but the truth was in the very secret, innermost areas of his mind, or maybe his heart, where he never allowed anyone else to go, he was saying the same words back.
