Page 110 of Time to Shine

Casey bit his lip, as if he were imagining it. “Like a reward?”

“Yeah,” Landon said, then sat in the chair. He’d decided to keep all of his clothes on for now, and a dark part of him liked the power he felt from that.

Casey sat on the pillows, legs spread wide, and began to fondle himself, keeping his gaze fixed on Landon. “You do look happier,” he observed. “Like a cloud is gone, y’know?”

Was Casey really going to continue their conversation from earlier now? Landon tried to steer things back to the present. “I’m happy when I’m with you. I know it’s hard to tell.”

Casey’s smile was soft and unguarded. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Landon held his breath instead of answering.

Casey told him anyway. “I can tell. And it makes me feel good, making you happy.”

It was making Landon feel good watching Casey make himself feel happy. He watched him scoop his balls into his palm and gently tug at them, mesmerized. “I feel like I should be taking notes.”

Casey laughed. “Nah. Just watch. I like you watching me.”

“Okay.”

“We know from last night that you can make me come like a fucking hurricane, so you’re good. No notes.”

Landon swallowed. “That was good, last night.”

“Mm,” Casey agreed. “Oh. Here we go.” His cock straightened in his hand, jutting out eagerly as he stroked it.

This whole situation seemed advanced for Landon’s third sexual encounter, but it also felt exactly right. He relaxed into the chair, letting himself enjoy the luxury of not having anything to do but watch.

Casey stroked himself until he was rock solid, his foreskin pulled back to expose the purple head of his cock. Landon didn’t have any strong opinions about dicks, but he liked Casey’s. He liked the shape of it: not huge but thick, with a bit of a curve. He liked his neatly groomed pubic hair, darker blond than the hair that fell around his shoulders.

“Gonna lube up,” Casey said, then did it, smearing his length with a healthy amount of lube. “Usually I would wait longer before using lube, teasing myself more, but I’ve got work to do here.”

Landon’s gaze dropped to Casey’s asshole, which was on shameless display now that Casey had planted his feet on the mattress, legs still wide. It was so small, so tight, barely there. Landon had watched porn, so he knew basically how this worked, but he was still fascinated.

Casey was sprawled luxuriously over the mountain of pillows he’d built on the bed, sighing and moaning softly and looking perfectly happy and relaxed as he stroked his glistening cock and balls. “Feeling really good right now,” he said.

“You look good,” Landon said, trying to look everywhere at once.

“You look good,” Casey said. His voice was thick and deep, like he was drunk. “Blue looks good on you.”

Landon laughed and brushed a hand over his royal blue hoodie. He certainly hadn’t chosen it to be sexy. “Maybe I should play for Toronto.”

“Don’t you—” Casey grunted and jerked his hips off the bed. “Don’t you dare.”

The hand that had been massaging his balls trailed down, pausing just above his hole to tap and then press slow circles into the skin there.

“Mm,” Casey said. “S’good.” He stopped and reached for the lube, then coated his fingers. He gave a breathless little laugh and said, “I’m excited.”

“I can tell.”

“I mean about fucking myself. It’s been a while.”

“Oh.”

Casey pressed the tip of his index finger to his hole and began circling it, getting it shiny with lube in the process. “God, I fucking love this.”

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