Alex gasped, rolling in his arms and taking his mouth. Simon could taste the tang of spend, and that turned his key even when it was his own. He moaned and slid on top, thrusting his tongue in Alex’s mouth while he swept Alex’s hands up over his head and gave them a little shake.
He pulled back long enough to murmur, “Keep them there, okay?”
“Sure, why?” Alex asked, and laughter was nowhere near his voice now.
“Because first I touched, now I want to taste, and I don’t think you know what to do with yourself when that’s happening.”
“Oh.” That was it. “Oh.” Alex gazed at him with limpid eyes, trusting, accepting, not a hint of laughter in their depths.
Simon was suddenly struck with how precious it was to have someone trust that you’d treat their body carefully, that you’d be tender with their pride, their vulnerability, their self-esteem.
Their heart.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered, brushing his lips across Alex’s one more time, licking the lower one as Alex parted for him so easily.
Simon arched over him, making sure their skin touched in all the places, chest to chest, tummy to tummy, groin to groin. Alex made a chuffing sound as they kissed, and Simon pushed up on his elbows, grimacing.
“Underwear,” he muttered, rolling off long enough to kick them down his legs. When he rolled back, Alex was waiting obediently, hands over his head, although he gave Simon a playful arch of his eyebrows to indicate he’d taken that order seriously.
Simon grinned and resumed the kiss again—without the clammy boxer shorts—and, ah! God! Alex’s body against his. Oh, it was everything he’d wanted and more.
His erection returned with a vengeance, and in something of a panic, he realized he wasn’t going to make it to the next stage of his plan: the mouth on all the parts, the licking, the sucking, the listening to Alex come undone. If he didn’t start kissing down Alex’s body soon, it would be all over.
He moved to kiss Alex’s jaw then, but Alex ducked his head and took Simon’s mouth again. Simon paused long enough to say, “I’m going to hump your leg like a teenager if you don’t let me suck your cock.”
Alex moaned and moved his hands, smoothing them along Simon’s shoulders, his back, skating his nails along Simon’s shoulder blades. “And that would be bad?” he asked, thrusting up against Simon’s abdomen.
Simon saw stars in his effort not to come. “God, Alex, let me—”
Alex arched up against him again, crying out, his fingernails digging into the skin of Simon’s biceps. Simon moaned and plundered his mouth some more, and they stayed like that, rutting, their bodies moving faster and faster, until Simon slid to the side.
“Wha—” Alex asked breathlessly as Simon put his hand down to stroke Alex’s cock. Alex reached down too, and Simon shifted, the feel of Alex’s sturdy grip on his own member absolutely exquisite.
“Stroke slow,” Simon instructed, squeezing Alex from base to tip, almost euphoric when Alex did the same thing to him. “Touch the head with your thumb. Ah God! Yes!” And judging by the spurt of precome from Alex, he felt the same.
“Faster!” Simon breathed, needing it, and Alex answered him, his grip sliding and starting, lubricated by Simon’s precome, hindered by Simon’s own movements on Alex.
Finally, they found their rhythm, fumbling, then sure, until Simon was barely aware of what he was doing to Alex and completely focused on what Alex was doing to him.
Until “Oh my God, Simon!”
Alex’s head snapped back, his face scrunching up and then going slack and dreamy as he filled Simon’s palm with the heat of his second climax. Simon was going to bring his hand up to lick, but then Alex’s thumb scraped his bell and he came too, spurting hard between them, considering it was their second go-round of a very early morning.
“Augh!” he groaned, burying his face against Alex’s neck and sinking his teeth into the join between neck and shoulder. “Alex, you’re killing me!”
“Sorry,” Alex panted, except he didn’t sound sorry at all. “I… I know we’re trying to get to the big-ticket sex things, but—oh. Oh damn….” He bucked against Simon and spurted again, almost in reflex, and Simon wrapped his arms around Alex’s shoulders and pulled him so tight their bodies meshed, hot and sweaty and covered in come.
Simon chuckled and licked some of the sweat from Alex’s shoulder because he could. “Alex, my lover, what do you think making love is?”
Alex regarded him blankly for a minute. “Uh, you know, genital stimulation with emotional attachment and—”
Simon laughingly kissed him before he could make what they’d done sound any less amazing.
He pulled away when Alex started to go slack and dreamy, exactly like the expression on his face after he orgasmed.
“This is it,” Simon whispered. “You just got carried away by passion. You were kissed and made love to until you lost yourself and came. It doesn’t have to be oral or anal or Kama Sutra sex. It only has to make you feel good and make you happy you’re with the person who helped you feel that way. How’s that?”
Alex’s eyes, wide and glossy in the light seeping in through the blinds, suddenly got shinier, tiny droplets spiking his lashes.
“Good,” he said, his voice thick.
“Really?” Simon asked, a little alarmed.
Alex swallowed, closed his eyes, and buried his face against Simon’s neck.
“It was so good,” he said, his breath shaking. “And I’m so glad it was you.”
Simon shushed him, surprised, but in a good way, and Alex cried quietly on his shoulder, overwhelmed, it seemed, by what passion—and true lovemaking—could do.
Preventative Measures
ALEX woke up to Glinda whining and licking his nose. For a moment he was nonplussed. He’d taken her for a quick walk after the sunrise ritual, and besides, all the newer houses in the cul-de-sac had pet doors especially for Glinda. Then he realized it was after ten, and she was probably hungry.
Then he also realized he was naked and in bed with a hard, warm, wonderful male body, and there was a muscular arm looped around his waist.
His eyes popped open, and he stiffened, only to have that arm pull him backward in the small bed.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Simon mumbled. “That goes double if you’re thinking about getting up.”
Alex smiled a little and tried to relax. “I have to feed the dog,” he said weakly, but what he was thinking was Oh God. We had sex. I made faces. I probably said things. I’m so embarrassed.
“Fine. But come back to bed when you’re done.”
“I, uh, also have to use the bathroom.” And shower. And hide my face in absolute mortification.
“Good,” Simon murmured, trailing his fingertips from Alex’s belly button on down. “There’s some things I’d like to do after that.”
Alex shuddered, and his long-underused penis woke up, apparently in a delirium of excitement. Oh wow. We’re still in bed with this guy and he wants to party. It’s on!
Alex slumped into the pillows and tried to realign the two parts of his brain—the big brain that wanted to overthink what had happened earlier that morning and the little brain that was currently yawning and stretching and looking forward to a bright new day.