Page 60 of Handle with Care
“Yeah.” I encourage him with my hands, raking his shoulders through his shirt. “C’mon. Show me what you want, babe.”
When Will kisses me with fervor, I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. Our kiss is lingering, passionate, fire. We consume each other in the small, overflowing prep room amid the cardboard boxes, wooden crates, and stored exhibits. In here, the sound is muffled from the floor-to-ceiling wall of supplies and boxes. A distant part of me knows there’s no cameras here, no prying eyes. We can take this as far as we want to go. And apparently, Will wants to go far, overachieving as usual in a way that I’m already into so much.
His fingers rub me, hard in my summer shorts, the fabric failing to keep my cock at bay. And when he frees me to the skim of his hand, it’s my turn to gasp and shiver with want. “Like that, mm.”
Then Will bends to draw me into his mouth, and the sensation of his tongue dancing around the head of my cock is electric. Before long, my shorts and underwear are left tangled on the floor, my cock reaching for my stomach as I bounce down off the counter. For his part, his chinos and underwear are pushed down around his hips. It’s a great look. Will’s cock feels even better in my hand, burning hot. He leans his forehead into my shoulder as I stroke him, murmuring encouragement in his ear, till he shivers under my touch.
“Please, Dylan…”
“What do you want?”
“I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me…”
“You’re sure?”
“Very.”
I’m quiet for a moment. “I don’t have a condom this time. But I do frequent tests at the clinic, and I’m free of anything. On PrEP, the usual. If you want to skip the condom, I’m open to it on my end. It’s up to you.”
He gazes at me. “I haven’t been with anyone for a very long time. Other than you. And yes, I’m clear, too, at the last testing.”
“Spit and courage, then,” I tell him affectionately, and the grin he gives me is more than I could dream of, naughty and open and mine. “Which should be the name of our new band. Just don’t come on any exhibits. I’m sure that’s frowned upon.”
“Oh God.”
I stop Will’s panic quickly with another kiss and a round of teasing. Eventually, enough saliva and teasing with my fingers over a few minutes does the trick, and I’m inside him—which is beyond intoxicating—and we move together with nothing but gasps and fitful thrusts. Will braces himself against the pine worktable while I ride him, white knuckled against the table, groaning encouragement. Good thing the table’s bolted down. But more than anything, it’s the warmth and closeness of Will in my arms, the thrill of how responsive he is, how he’s come back to me after this strange week of distance and confusion.
Taking him to the edge and back again, I leave him gasping for breath. In this tiny room, it’s nothing but him and me, urgent fingers, my mouth hot on the nape of his neck. He’s so hard in my hand, shuddering a promise I’m more than eager to keep.
“Please, Dylan,” Will begs, pushing hard back against me to meet my next thrust, demanding.
“What do you want?” I gasp, relentless, every nerve of my body dedicated to Will. To being consumed by him. Blood pounds in my ears.
“I want you, I want to come—” he begs.
God, he’s everything right now. “Yeah?” I let up on my teasing ever so slightly, grinning through our exertion. “How badly?”
His voice catches in his throat, a muffled groan of frustration as he presses back. “Please. Very, very badly—” he gasps, impatient.
“Then—” I’m ready to come myself. We’re too turned on to last, too risky to keep going for long like this in the prep room. Even if it’s Friday night. We can’t get caught.
My fingers resume their rhythm—his body echoes in response. He’s already seeping precum, and my fingers glide the length of him with increasing speed, building a crescendo as he writhes and bucks and pleads.
And fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s my last coherent thought.
“Yeah—yeah, come for me?—”
As I stroke Will without mercy, his body practically convulses in my arms. And he comes hard, spurting in my hand, my fingers relentless. And it’s too much for me to hold out a second longer. Moaning, he pushes back again, and I grind right back. There’s no better feeling than this, being here with Will.
And then I come, blinding heat rippling through me, gripping Will’s hips with a cry I do my best to muffle against his shoulder. My body aches with need, the heat of him, our desperate want. More so, I need Will to know how much I want him.
Our forbidden secret in a shadowy room.
When we come back to our senses, after a lingering kiss that threatens to start all over again, we clean up and neaten eachother, only slightly disheveled by the time we finish. His face is flushed pink in a way I could very much get used to. As ever, he cleans up to an excellent level of polish. Which he has years of experience in. I’m a bit more rumpled, but I can’t stop grinning.
“So.” I trace his jaw lightly. Will shivers. “How was that?”
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