"Nngh…" Making intelligent conversation was impossible when Calix touched him like that…and said stuff like that.
"And since you said you wanted to learn how to give a good blow job, I thought I'd maybe demonstrate…"
"Krtzvhz…"
Calix chuckled, the sound low and sexy in Rhett's ear. "What was that?"
"P-please?"
"Ah, sweetheart, no need to beg, I promise. You'll never have to beg me to suck you off. I love giving head."
Rhett forced himself to take a few breaths so he could speak again. "Isn't it hard not to gag?"
"Mmm, it can be, depending on how strong your gag reflex is. Mine is nonexistent, so that helps. But even if you can't take someone in deep, you can still give a lot of pleasure if you combine sucking and jacking off."
He'd seen that in porn, where a guy had to suck off a cock that was too big, so he'd just taken in the tip and fisted him at his base. He could do that, right? That couldn't be too hard. Just the thought of having Calix's cock in his mouth made him shiver but in the best way.
"You good?" Calix asked.
"Yeah…" Should he tell him? Was it weird? Or too much? No, it wouldn't be, not when Calix had admitted minutes ago how much he loved giving blow jobs and that he wanted to give one to Rhett. Sex was normal. He shouldn't feel ashamed of what he thought or felt or wanted. "I was thinking about…tasting you, and… I like that idea."
"Mmm, do you, sweetheart? I like that idea as well."
"I don't know if I'll be any good at it, though."
"Someone like you, who's so responsive and so eager to please? I'd be surprised if I didn't shoot my load within a minute or two."
Rhett's skin tingled, and his stomach danced with excitement. "I hope so."
Behind him, Calix moved, jostling the bed, and Rhett wasn't sure what he was doing until Calix sidled closer again. The unmistakable sensation of a hard cock pressing against his ass told him what had happened. Calix had taken off his underwear. He swallowed.
"Wanna take your boxer shorts off, sweetheart?" Calix mumbled in his ear.
Rhett nodded. Before he could do it himself, Calix's hands were on his waist. Rhett lifted his hips, and Calix carefully dragged his underwear down. His cock had gotten the memo something exciting was about to take place, and it slapped hard against his stomach as soon as it was free. He kicked off his boxer shorts, then lay still again, his heart beating fast as he awaited Calix's next move. No matter what he had planned, Rhett knew it would be good. The sweet relief of trust filled him, and he knew Calix would never hurt him.
Calix snuggled closer again, his cock finding a resting place in Rhett's ass crack, his arm slung over his chest. The position was so intimate and sexy it felt as if his body was outfitted with extra nerves. His skin prickled everywhere they touched, Calix's soft puffs on his neck sent shivers down his spine, and Calix's hand followed the frantic beat of his heart. Without thinking about it, he spread his legs just a little so Calix would have more room.
"Mmm, you like this?"
"Yeah."
"You know what I think? That underneath that shy exterior, you're a dirty boy, aren't you?"
Was he? Rhett's heart beat faster. "I don't know?"
"I think you are, but I have an idea. A sexy idea you'll love. Not a blow job, but I promise it'll feel good. Real good… Hold on one sec."
Calix let go of him, then moved away, and Rhett wanted to whimper at the loss of contact. How was it possible to miss something he'd never had before? He loved the way Calix held him, touched him, said those sexy things in that low voice that made his toes curl. A drawer opened and then shut again, and then the bed shifted as Calix took his previous position.
"I know you told me yesterday I could touch you and do whatever I wanted, but I just want to make sure that's still the case," Calix said softly. "And you can say no at any time, and I won't be upset or offended."
He took consent so seriously… Rhett had never realized how deeply arousing that was, how sexy and attractive. He'd rationally known trust would be important in sex, but it mattered so much more than he'd expected. "I trust you…"
"Oh, sweetheart…" Calix's voice sounded emotional. "Thank you for that gift. I promise I'll never abuse your trust."
"I know."
Calix held him, and Rhett lay in his arms, content and safe. Then Calix shifted. What had he planned?
"Can you roll onto your stomach for me?"
Rhett obeyed without asking questions and lifted his hips when Calix shoved a pillow underneath. A bottle opened, and Rhett frowned. What was Calix doing? Was it the massage oil? Was he going to give Rhett a massage?
He turned his head sideways. Calix was squirting a clear gel out of a bottle. Oh god. It was lube. Calix was spreading that slick stuff over his… Calix was putting it on his cock. Why? Was he… Was he gonna fuck Rhett? A tingle danced down his spine.
"Spread your legs for me."
He didn't even hesitate, even though the whole situation was incredibly intimate. He was opening himself up for another man, allowing him to see what no one had seen—his most private parts.
"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you, displaying yourself like that for me. What a gift you're giving me…"
Calix held out the bottle over Rhett's ass, then squeezed out some more lube.
"Oh!" Damn, that was cold.
Calix chuckled. "Sorry, it'll warm up soon."
Calix threw the bottle aside, then turned onto his side, his fingers resting at the top of Rhett's ass crack. Rhett held his eyes as Calix slowly trailed his fingers down, the lube making the journey slippery and sexy. His breath caught in his lungs until he slowly blew it out, fighting hard to stay relaxed.
Calix repeated the movement, pressing a little harder. When he reached Rhett's hole, he halted for a moment, and Rhett held his breath again, then breathed out when Calix continued farther down. Calix's smile was downright wicked, his mouth tilting slightly crooked.
"Let's see how dirty you are," Calix said, and before Rhett realized it, he'd rolled on top of him, his weight pressing Rhett down in the best way. And then he positioned himself, his hard cock pushing against his ass cheeks. "Pull your knees up just a little."
He did, and Calix's cock glided into Rhett's ass crack, finding a slick spot to rest—though not for long. Calix let out a low sound, a growl almost, and he started moving. He slid his cock upward, then dragged it back down, and it only took a second for Rhett to realize what the plan was. Calix was using his ass crack to get off. He wasn't gonna fuck him, penetrate him. No, he was using Rhett's body to create friction and rub one out.
Rhett stayed still, but his heart rate sped up, his skin grew hot, and his cheeks heated. To be used like this was… He didn't even have words to describe the confusing mix of feelings inside him. Arousal. Embarrassment, but a good kind, like he didn't want it to stop. And mainly all this…this need. He'd always been needy, but never like this. Never with this overwhelming desire, this craving.
"Listen to that sound," Calix panted. "That schlick of my cock sliding through your ass crack… Your gorgeous, tight ass with that pretty, virgin hole."