“Let me suck you off,” he breathed, and tightened his hold on Bay’s sides to push him away. The cool air tickled the wetness on his neck as he stared at Bay.
He nodded once, swallowing hard, and Travis reversed their positions. Heat flamed under his skin as he pressed his lips to Bay’s collarbone first, then dripped lower to taste and tease every muscled inch of his torso until his senses were overwhelmed with everything that was Bailey. His knees landed with a solid thump on the floor as he stared up at Bay, losing himself in those pools of dark brown. He lifted one hand to thread it through Travis’s curls, a gentle tug lighting up his scalp and sending more bumps along his flesh. The hard outline of Bay’s cock was evident through his jeans, and Travis teasingly brushed his lips just lightly over the bulge. A soft puff of air sounded above him and he glanced up, lips twitching as Bay’s jaw tensed when he ground his teeth.
Planning to savor every fucking moment of what was to come, he unsnapped the button of Bay’s jeans and tugged them down to his ankles. Bay helped him get them over his feet, and his socks were next, until all that remained were a tight pair of briefs. Eager to see, touch, and taste all of Bay, Travis wrapped his fingers around the waistband and tugged those off too. Bay’s cock bobbed as it was freed, and Travis’s mouth watered.
He wrapped his fingers around the long, hard length of Bay and squeezed lightly, his girth as impressive as the length. Above him, Bay sucked in another breath and Travis knew he had to taste him. With a firm grip, he brought the perfect, flushed mushroom head of his cock to part his lips. At first, he mouthed the tip with wet kisses, suctioning his lips around the head until Bay’s hand tightened in his hair. Breathing through his nose, Travis took him deeper and flattened his tongue along the underside. He kept going, loosening his hold on the base as he sucked him to the base, until his palm was flat against his flesh. He swallowed around his length, and Bay’s cock pulsed at the same time he groaned. The sound was raw and guttural and deep, and only emboldened Travis. He trailed one hand around to Bay’s ass and gripped tight while the other hand dropped to his balls and squeezed while he drew up to the head of his dick. When he glanced up, Bay’s jaw was clenched tight, his arms tensed as the other hand landed in Travis’s hair.
Travis sucked in a breath through his nose, because he knew what was coming next. Bay studied him, and their gazes clashed in a heated battle. One that Travis gave into easily, because he wanted more of whatever Bay wanted to give him. Bay tightened his grip in his hair and added pressure, invading his mouth inch by inch. Travis took it without issue, and soon he was bobbing his head in time with Bay’s rhythm. He suctioned his lips around Bay’s cock and let Bay use his mouth. Each thrust made Travis’s cock throb in time with their movements, and as his groans grew only more and more insistent, Travis had to drop a hand to adjust himself.
“Fuck, okay—okay,” Bay breathed out, and finally eased his grip in Travis’s hair. Travis pulled back, his lips swollen and red and wet, but he wanted more. He leaned forward and sucked one of his balls between his lips, rolling it around in his mouth before moving to the other.
“Please tell me you bottom?” Bay hissed, cupping his jaw and drawing him back.
Travis hadn’t, not in a while, but if he was going to bottom for anyone, he’d rather do it for Bay.
“Yeah, it’s just been a while.”
“I’ll go easy, is that okay?” Bay asked, and tugged him from his knees to stand. He smoothed his hands over Travis’s shoulders and pulled him closer before taking his lips. The kiss was warm and wet, and it was so hot to know that Bay was tasting himself on Travis’s tongue.
“Yeah, it’s fine—just—yeah, please.”
Travis just wanted and in that moment he could hardly wait. He stepped back and grabbed Bailey’s hand to lead him from the bathroom and back to the bed.
“Condoms?” Bay inquired, and Travis nodded before side stepping and grabbing one out of his bag, along with a packet of lube.
“You came prepared,” Bay teased, and Travis turned to him with a grin before extending the packets.
“No, but we’re about to,” he quipped.
Bay chuckled as he took what was offered, and then pulled Travis close. He practically fell into Bay’s hold, their chests brushing together as they kissed. Travis laid his palms over Bay’s pecs, then he drifted them down to unbutton his own jeans before shimmying them off along with his briefs, ending the kiss in favor of being skin to skin with all of him. He stepped back into Bay’s hold and held his breath as their cocks brushed together.
Bay turned them in one fell swoop and then pushed Travis down onto the bed. As Travis scooted back on the mattress, Bay grabbed both of their guitars and moved them to the floor. He couldn’t help but stare as Bay moved around the space to make room for them, and he bit his lip when his ass flexed as he walked. While he couldn’t wait for Bay to fuck him, Travis already envisioned next time, and he planned to return the favor. When Bay turned back around to join him, Travis was already stroking his cock, spreading the bead of precum to ease the glide.
“Don’t let me make this weird,” Bay said, and trailed a finger over the tattoo on Travis’ leg. “But I’ve always thought this tattoo was so hot.”
It was a musical staff that trailed from his ankle all the way up his leg and then curved around his hip. Music notes were randomly placed on the spaces and lines, and it was the second tattoo he’d ever gotten. The first? A tiny outline of the state of Tennessee on the outside of his pinky.
“Not weird. That’s why I got it, it’s hot,” Travis teased, and Bailey rolled his eyes.
“For some reason, I don’t believe that,” he murmured, and climbed on the bed before hovering over him. Travis parted his legs to make room for him, and then was frozen in place when their gazes met. It was just the look in his eyes, the mischievous sparkle in those cocoa depths and the heat in his touch. Whatever it was, it made Travis pause his strokes, and Bay smirked.
“Leave that to me.”
Travis melted into a goddamn puddle as that gruff voice scratched over his senses. He leaned down to take his mouth, and Travis gasped into the kiss as Bay’s hand replaced his own. He stroked him in a slow, tight grip, but then he lifted two fingers to Travis’s lips.
“Suck,” he ordered, and Travis opened his lips and did as he was told.
He sucked and licked, making them nice and wet before Bay pressed his thumb to Travis’s chin and that small touch told him that was enough. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out and then his hand dropped back below Travis’s waist to grip his cock. When his fingers curled around his length, Travis jerked into the touch and groaned, before sucking in a sharp breath and holding it like his life depended on it. Bay didn’t go for an easy, slow rhythm, instead he jacked him fast and hard until Travis’s breath escaped in a rush and his knees jerked up to frame Bay’s hips.
“Shit, Bay, slow down,” he breathed, and Bay released him in an instant. Instinctively, his hips canted up to follow the touch, but Travis collapsed back into the mattress with a sigh.
“That’s all you get for now,” he warned, and Travis popped his head up, what the fuck on the tip of his tongue. But Bay moved before Travis could even part his lips, and he let the protest fade from his mind. Bay flipped him over with the ease of someone who was a lot stronger than they looked.