Seth’s heart raced as their tongues dueled. God, he couldn’t get enough of Chris. He loved his scent, his taste. The way he moved, panther-like and sexy.
He was so into the kiss he didn’t realize they’d entered the bedroom until Chris dropped him in the middle of the mattress.
“Hey!” Seth yelped.
“Something wrong, Eggplant?” Chris crawled toward him.
Even in the semi-darkness, Seth saw the glint in Chris’s eyes and rose on his elbows, wriggling backward until his head hit a pillow. Chris turned on a bedside lamp and climbed on top of him. The pressure of their bodies pressed together sent heat through Seth, and his breathing hitched. He felt Chris’s hard dick against his stomach and he rolled his hips, seeking that delicious friction, but Chris grabbed his arms, lifting them above his head.
“Keep them there,” he ordered.
Yeah. Not moving a muscle.
Chris sat up and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and Sethwanted to touch that washboard stomach. His hand moved reflexively, but Chris stopped him with a growl,then tugged off Seth’s shirt and threw it across the room.
He stared down at Seth, his eyes flashing. His breathing quickened and Seth watched his chest move up and down, nipples hardened. Seth’s gaze took in the honeyed hair on his chest that moved to a treasure trail traveling toward his jeans.
“You’re so beautiful,” Chris murmured as he ran his hands across Seth’s torso.
Seth shivered, heat uncoiling in his belly as he closed his eyes. When Chris touched him, it made him ache. He felt light. Almost dizzy. His eyelids flew open when he felt Chris’s fingers on his button fly.
“Yes,” he whispered as Chris yanked open his jeans.
Chris climbed over him and off the bed so he could slide Seth’s jeans off. He reached over and tugged, pulling his boxers down, too. Seth’s hard dick twitched at the cool air and he lifted his ass to help Chris remove his clothes. He laughed when they both realized he still had on his shoes and socks.
“So much for trying to be smooth,” Chris quipped.
Seconds later, Seth was completely naked. Chris’s eyes raked over him and he felt the heat spread through him. Nervous, he held his breath.
“So fucking perfect,” Chris whispered.
Seth sat up, letting his legs hang off the bed. He unbuttoned Chris’s jeans and pulled down the zipper.He slid his hands over Chris’s abs, the skin soft and silky, the muscles hard and unyielding. He lightly pinched Chris’s left nipple and smiled when the man gasped.
He wiggled both hands between Chris’s hips and the denim, pushing down his jeans until they pooled at his feet. Chris had already toed off his shoes, then stepped out of his jeans, kicking them out of the way, before removing his socks.
Seth, eye level with a gorgeous, rock-hard dick, flicked out his tongue to taste the pearly drop at the slit. “Mmm,” he moaned as he finally got to taste Chris again.
He pushed his face against Chris’s lower belly and breathed in.
Musky. Clean. Chris.
He placed soft kisses along that silky skin and moaned again when he felt Chris’s fingers in his hair.
Seth cupped Chris’s heavy balls and reveled in their weight. He wrapped his other hand around the cock and slid up and down, using some of Chris’s natural liquid as lube.
“Fuck,” Chris whispered as Seth hand slid across the slit.
Seth smiled. “Something you like?”
“I like everything you do,” Chris replied, his voice husky.
“What about this?” Seth licked the underside of the cock, feeling the vein throb against his tongue. He grinned when he looked up and saw the way Chris was watching him, his eyes dark and wide, his cheeks flushed. His chest heaved as he drew in breath.
Seth wrapped his lips around the mushroom head and swirled his tongue as he slid the cock further into his mouth. Chris fisted his hair as Seth pulled him into his throat, feeling him pulse. He couldn’t breathe for a moment as his throat spasmed around the crown, then he slid slowly out.
Chris grabbed his face. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in seconds.”
“And your point?” Seth teased, gliding his hand over the spit-slickened dick.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You looking like that, with my cock in your hand, and I can’t even fucking think!” He raked his hands over his head and pulled away.
Seth scooted back on the bed, patting the area next to him. “Join me here and we can both lose our minds.”
Chris made a guttural sound and practically jumped onto the mattress, lying next to Seth. He pulled Seth forward until their chests and hips met, their legs intertwined, and their faces grew so close Seth felt Chris’s hot breath.