Chapter 89
Andy gasped helplessly into it, giving in to the ever-present temptation to touch. Scooter’s shoulders and arms and chest, his throat, his ears, his face, his hair. Andy couldn’t get enough.
“You’ve got me, honey,” he breathed. “I’m all yours.” He rocked down against Scooter’s body, sparks flying off his skin at the friction, the press of Scooter’s cock against his. “Oh God, I am gonna come just like this if we keep it up.” He rolled his hips again, helpless to stop, needingScooter with every atom in his body.
Scooter shivered and shuddered as Andy moved over him; the hard pressure of him, the rampant heat of his body. His expression was soft, sensation drunk and loving. Scooter kept him close with endless kisses, one blending into the other, deep and slow and still somehow impatient. Scooter reached around, breath fragmenting as he traced the cleft of Andy’s ass, fingertip circling that tight opening to Andy’s body. “I ain’t done with you yet,” Scooter said, teasing.
Andy groaned, and cut off sharply when Scooter whispered, “Shhh, gotta be quiet, baby.”
“Oh God, this is going to kill me,” Andy whined as quietly as he could. “Where’s the damn—” He leaned past Scooter and hooked the overnight bag with two fingers, dragging it closer. “C’mon, honey, get me ready, I want to ride you now.”
Scooter groped blindly for his bag, dipping into the front pocket. He slicked his fingers and handed the little tube to Andy. “Don’t lose that,” he cautioned. “Aim to take my time here, get you all slick an’ ready.” He reached between Andy’s thighs, the back of his hand brushing along Andy’s balls. Andy couldn’t help the stuttering sigh that caused, and with a knowing smile, Scooter did it again. He turned his hand to cup Andy’s balls gently, teasing, fingers pressing into Andy’s perineum, urging Andy’s body to rock, to thrust at nothing.
When Andy groaned again, deep and low and needy, Scooter sat up, covering Andy’s mouth in a kiss that did almost nothing but capture the sound, using his lips as a gag. He played, teased, slow and gentle, then wrapped a hand around Andy’s cock, twisted as the lube made him slick. “More,” Scooter said, tapping his fingers against Andy’s thigh. “Used that up. Bad me.”
“Positively naughty,” Andy agreed, squeezing another generous dollop onto Scooter’s fingers. “Behave this time.” It came out less like the teasing scold Andy was aiming for and more like desperate begging, but that was all right, Scooter would take care of him anyway.
“Yeah,” Scooter said, a little breathless, his eyes wide and dark. He circled Andy’s hole again, letting the pad of his finger drag along the puckered surface, then breached the muscle, slow, steady, before curling against the tight pull, stroking the entrance. Scooter touched inside, finger pushing gently past that constriction. He circled his arm around Andy’s back, sitting up and forcing Andy to bend backward, licked his way down Andy’s chest until his mouth settled over one sensitive nipple, teasing it erect with the tip of his tongue. He matched the rhythms, tongue and finger, trapping Andy between two perfect pleasure points. Scooter sucked on Andy’s nipple, hard, then soothed it again with his tongue, pushing his finger deep inside, the heel of his hand rubbing against Andy’s body. He crooked his finger, seeking Andy’s prostate and then stroking, once, twice, when he found it, teasing that unspeakably sensitive spot.
Andy writhed, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. “Oh God, Scooter, Scooter, please,” he whimpered, trying to arch into Scooter’s mouth and grind down on Scooter’s hand simultaneously. “You’ve got to—more, more, Scooter, God…” Fuckbut it felt good and he wanted to moan and yell and whine. “Please, baby.”
Scooter drew back his finger, causing Andy to clench down on awful nothingness, but he returned with two, after getting more lube. He scissored out, stretching, and—
Thud!
The sound of a headboard—or maybe a person—against the wall, accompanied by a deep, strained moan. High pitched, Kat giggled, and then the distinct snap of skin against skin, as if one of them had spanked the other, a little hard. Jason grunted, and then “shhhhhhhhhh, tigryenok.”
Scooter’s eyes widened impossibly, and then he rolled his head back, biting at his lip, breath huffing out of his nose in short bursts.
Andy stifled a giggle, ground down on Scooter’s fingers—it ached, but it was perfect—and leaned up, nuzzling his way to Scooter’s ear to whisper, “You like that? Listening in? Knowing how easy it would be for them to hear us? You tempted to give them something to listen to?”
Scooter nodded, frantic. He pulled Andy closer, growled in his ear. “You ever see ‘em kiss? Only time Jason don’t look like he’s got ice in his spine. So pretty. Not as pretty as you, but close. God, you feel so good, baby, so tight, so eager. You eager for me? You want it?”
“God, yes,” Andy groaned, “want you in me, want to feel you.” He dropped his head to Scooter’s shoulder, mouthing, kissing, dropping sharp little nips down the curve. “Come on, give it to me. Give ‘em something to hear. Little tease, huh?” He rocked down on Scooter’s fingers, and the burn was gone, leaving nothing but pleasure behind. “Want you.”
Scooter wiggled his fingers, brushing against Andy’s prostate until sparks glittered behind Andy’s eyelids. “You can’t feel me, sweetheart?” Scooter smirked, licked at his bottom lip, watching Andy strain, panting. “Okay, okay. Get me a condom, yeah?” He pulled his fingers back and out.