Page 43 of A Minute More

Fuck, I love him needy. I don’t know why it’s so enticing. Perhaps it’s because he’s usually so stoic, so composed. So to watch him fall apart slowly is some kind of aphrodisiac.

“Uh, guys, just let me get to the garage so I don’t need to scrub my brain with bleach,” Lucas grumbles from the couch, and Simon rips his mouth from mine and hides behind me. I can hear his raspy breaths as they puff into my ear, and I reach behind me and grab on to his hand.

“God, why are you sitting in the dark?” I ask, annoyed that we were interrupted. Not that I’m surprised. Lucas does like to lurk. He’s like a creepy spirit.

“Just like to think sometimes in the quiet…anyways, I’ll go…leave you two love birds.” He stands up and lumbers out of the room in only his boxers and boots. Simon huffs a laugh at the sight as I pull him up the stairs to my room. We stumble over our legs, trying to stop and kiss one another as we move step by step, but it’s difficult to manage. Once we finally make it into my bedroom and the door closes behind us, I’m on him, pressing him up against the wall and shoving my leg between his thighs, loving the sounds he makes as I grind up against him.

“Wesley,” he moans as I nip at his jaw, licking and kissing my way down his neck.

“Love when you say my name,” I mutter. “Say it again.”

“Wesley,” he gasps as I slide my hand under his shirt, dragging my hand up his stomach. He groans louder as my fingers make contact with his nipples. I wonder if mine are that sensitive. I’m not sure they are, but maybe if Simon drags his mouth across one, I’ll change my mind about it. Seems his mere existence has changed a lot of things about me.

His head thunks against the wall as I pull his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor and letting my mouth drift down to his shoulder. He tastes so sweet, like cinnamon and sugar. Why the fuck does he taste like a Christmas cookie?

“Why do you taste so good?”

“What?” he asks, confused, his eyes hooded, his words barely discernible.

“You taste like cookies.”

“I don’t…I don’t mean to.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re fucking irresistible despite not even trying.”

My fingers drag down his stomach and fall to his pants, undoing his belt and button before glancing down at him. I’ve never touched another dick before and suddenly I’m nervous.

“You don’t have to,” he says softly, and I look up to meet his eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Simon. I want to,” I say softly, reaching down and grabbing on to him through his pants.

His lips part as he gasps, making my own cock swell at the sound. Fuck, he makes the best noises, needy and yearning. I want to bottle them and jack off to them for years to come.

“Just tell me if I do something wrong,” I say, and he shakes his head.

“You could never do anything wrong.”

Well, he’s obviously not met me. I tug his pants and boxers down and watch his cock spring free. It bounces against his stomach, and I bite my bottom lip as I watch my fingers wrap around it. So warm and thick and soft. Holding it in my hand seems almost sacred.

“You don’t—” he begins but I stroke him from the root to the tip, making his words cut off in a long groan.

“Oh my god,” he whispers as I do it again, watching it all.

I like this more than I should, more than is reasonable.

Watching him come apart is like watching the sun break over the horizon in the early morning, those first rays so warm and bright.

I can’t fucking stand it. It hurts my goddamn eyes.

So I don’t look. Instead, my lips crash onto his, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lower lip all while my hand works him closer and closer to the edge.

He’s groaning and gasping, his fingers in my hair, holding on roughly. His hips are arching up, rocking into my fist, and I tighten my hold on him, loving that he’s losing all semblance of control.

I want more with him, want to draw this out, want to make it last.

But he’s too close, his entire body convulsing as his cock erupts. I wrench my lips away and watch as his cum spills onto my hand and the floor beneath us.

He moans through it, the sound permeating the nerves in my body and making me lose the ability to breathe. Fuck, they touch the deepest parts of me, and I reverberate from it.

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