Page 24 of Starved

Evan did it again, using his hand to press their dicks together, rolling his hips to slide up and down, the friction both agonizing and delicious. Every time the piercing in Colin’s cock rubbed against the underside of Evan’s, it sent a little lightning bolt of sensation straight to his balls. He thought of what it would feel like to have it inside him, the possibilities for pleasure making his head spin. It was so tempting that he thought briefly about calling a halt to the frottage/mutual handy to find out, but the notion of stopping was simply unbearable.

So he put the idea aside for later and focused on the now.

They got into a rhythm, hips rolling and cocks pumping. Precum poured from Colin’s cock, from Evan’s, sliding down to wet their shafts, so the slick slap of flesh against flesh mixed with their ragged breathing in the big room. Their bellies rubbed together, sweaty and hot, grinding so hard against one another Evan had to grab onto Colin’s hip to keep them from being pushed apart.

Colin had worked his hand out from between them to grab a fistful of Evan’s hair while the other clung to Evan’s sweaty back. They continued to kiss, nibbling and licking and sucking at whatever skin they could reach, pausing on occasion to suck in a life-sustaining breath before diving in again. Evan kept his eyes open, wanting to see his lover’s face, to see the pleasure and emotion in the man he’d longed for and loved for so long, needing it almost as much as an orgasm.

Pressed against Colin so close they were all but sharing skin, Evan felt the quickening of his breath, the tightening of his muscles, and knew he was close.

“Open your eyes, Colin,” he urged, hips pumping, sweat flying as they raced for the finish. “Come on, baby, look at me.”

Colin’s lashes fluttered up obediently, revealing hazy brown eyes drenched in need. “Fuck, Ev. I’m so close.”

“I know.” Evan slid his tongue over Colin’s open mouth, dipping inside for a taste, then pulled back again. “I know, baby.”

Colin licked his lips, his breath coming in ragged pants, his eyes wild. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” His balls were drawing up tight, that telltale tingle racing down his spine. His hips lost their rhythm, jerking awkwardly against Colin’s as the first spasms struck. “Fuck yeah, I’m coming.”

Then the roaring in his ears hit, nearly drowning out Colin’s choked, “Me, too,” but he saw his lover’s jaw clench, his wild eyes go blank with ecstasy, and through the wrenching, nearly painful tremors of his own pleasure, felt the hot splash of Colin’s cum on his skin.

When he could breathe again, he slumped on the bed, his face falling into the curve of Colin’s shoulder. “Holy Mother of God.”

“You can say that again,” Colin wheezed.

“Holy Mother of God,” Evan said obediently and smiled when Colin laughed.

“Goddamn, that almost killed me.” Colin rolled to his back with a grunt. Taken by surprise by the move, Evan’s face skidded across his sweaty chest. “Shit, sorry.”

“S’ok,” Evan mumbled, rubbing his nose where it had bumped against Colin’s shoulder. Then he just laid back down with a sigh. “Well, that answers that question.”

“What question?”

Spent, and feeling more relaxed than he had in months, Evan let his eyes drift closed. “I always wondered if sex with you would live up to the fantasy.”

Colin made a humming sound. “You fantasized about this?”

“Well, yeah.” Too content to be concerned about the surprise in Colin’s voice, Evan kept his eyes closed. “Didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Colin admitted, then let out a weak chuckle. “So, what’s the verdict?”

Evan was drifting now, floating on a cloud of post-coital bliss. “Hmmm?”

“The verdict,” Colin repeated. The bed jostled, and Evan pried one eye open to see that Colin had rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. His hair was sticking up on one side and his face was still flushed, and he was staring down at Evan with a sleepy vulnerability that made Evan want to cuddle him like a puppy. “Did it live up to your fantasy?”

Evan laid a hand against Colin’s cheek. “The fantasy didn’t even come close.”

The color on Colin’s cheeks deepened. “Really?”

“Really. What about you?”

“Yeah,” Colin said shyly, then a gleam entered his soft brown eyes. “But I wanted to suck your dick for longer than that.”

Despite the post-orgasm lethargy, Evan felt a faint stirring of renewed desire. “Next time. But only if I get to return the favor.”

The gleam brightened. “I can sign off on that.”

Evan laughed, his gaze drifting lazily down over Colin’s nude form, then blinked in surprise when he saw Colin’s chest. “Jesus, you come a lot.”

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