Maybe he wasn’t. Micah sucked on Daniel’s bottom lip for a second before pulling back, aware of how fast he was breathing and how hard he was in his jeans. “You good?”
“Yes,” Daniel said, but then, “Maybe? I, ah. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Micah smiled and leaned in, licking at Daniel’s neck. “You’re doing great, and if you want to grab my ass, go for it.”
Daniel did, curving his hand around and drawing him closer, closer. Micah’s jeans were beginning to become uncomfortable with how hard he was, and he was tempted to hook a leg over Daniel’s and rub against him. But that would make a mess of both of them, and he hadn’t come in his jeans since he was seventeen. Daniel’s skin was heated and flushed, and yeah, Micah may have been fantasizing about this for years but the reality was so much better.
“Hey.” Micah gave Daniel a little push, then kept doing it until Daniel was sprawled on his back. He climbed on top of him, settling his weight over Daniel’s hips and smiling down at him. “How’s this?”
Daniel blinked up at him. His blue eyes were hazy and his mouth was wet from their kisses, lips parted slightly. His chest was rising and falling a little quickly, and the fact he’d made Daniel Bellamy breathless was maybe going on Micah’s CV, he was so proud.
“This is, um. Great,” Daniel said, and then reached up, curved a hand around his neck and dragged him back into a kiss.
When Micah couldn’t breathe from kissing, he moved down Daniel’s chest and kissed over his collarbones and the well-defined muscles of his pecs. He continued, lower and lower, enjoying every second of running his tongue around the grooves of Daniel’s defined abdominals. “Look, these are hot and I don’t care how superficial that makes me.”
Daniel’s laugh was husky. “Hey, I give up a lot of burgers and do a lot of crunches for these. Appreciate away.”
“Mm, I bet. I like watching you play hockey,” Micah said as he continued to rub his hands all over Daniel’s chest and stomach. “Even if I’m still not sure what offsides is.”
“Offside, no s,” Daniel corrected. “I’ll explain it later.”
This close, Micah could see the bulge in Daniel’s pants and he paused, fingers running lightly over the shape through the denim. Micah glanced up at the sound of Daniel’s sharp inhale of breath. “Where are we with me taking your pants off and blowing you?”
“Whatever the yes answer is, that’s where we are.” Daniel didn’t look nervous or freaked out about doing this with him at all, and in fact, as Micah reached out to get his pants off, Daniel helped him. It probably made it take longer, but he appreciated the eagerness.
Daniel’s cock was well proportioned to the rest of him, and Micah’s mouth watered as he looked at it, lying flushed on Daniel’s stomach after his pants were pulled down. He reached out and stroked it, loosely, and Daniel gave a sharp moan and his hips pushed up. “Fuck, Micah.”
They were definitely not ready for that yet, but Micah wasn’t opposed for the future. For now, he stroked Daniel and learned what he liked, which seemed to be—well, everything, and wasn’t that an ego boost? His cock was slick with precome and they’d barely even started.
“It’s not—uh. I might go off like a rocket, here,” Daniel said. “Just warning you that it’s been a while.”
“The point is to get off, not set a record,” Micah reminded him with a smile. He shifted so he was lying on his stomach between Daniel’s legs. Micah took his time, licking Daniel’s cock and thrilling at the noises he made, the way he moaned and grabbed at Micah’s hair and even apologized as his fingers tightened in pleasure when Micah took his cock fully in his mouth.
He watched Daniel as he sucked him, because Daniel was so expressive. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, and he wasn’t making a single effort to stay quiet. It was hot, and the fact it was Daniel going crazy for him made it even better.
“That feels so good,” Daniel moaned, as Micah took him deep and rubbed his cock with his tongue. He carefully slid his hand up Daniel’s thigh, giving him plenty of time to tell Micah if he wasn’t into it.
Daniel instead spread his legs as wide as he could, and Micah slipped his hand between and rubbed and stroked his balls while he moved his head up and down.
It didn’t take long before Daniel was tugging on Micah’s hair and gasping, “I—I’m close—”
Micah kept sucking, and Daniel’s hips arched up and he came in Micah’s mouth. Micah swallowed, pulling back after and giving Daniel a satisfied smile. Daniel was panting, eyes still closed, but he cracked a smile and said in a satisfied voice, “Damn. That was great.”
“Glad you thought so.” Micah beamed, and rubbed Daniel’s stomach and thighs. “Got a hockey metaphor for how good I am at blow jobs?”
Daniel pushed up on his elbows, hair messy around his face. He grinned. “I’m sure there is one, but right now, I can barely remember my own name.”
“I’ll take it.” Micah moved so that Daniel could pull up his boxer-briefs, and then he had Daniel all over him—kissing him and pressing him back against the soft mattress.
“So, I’ve never done this, but I pick up stuff pretty quick,” Daniel said, starting to take off Micah’s pants. “I can’t say it’ll blow your mind but you probably won’t be disappointed.”
Micah was so hard, so turned on and yet—he started cracking up. “Daniel, wow. Wow. That kind of sweet talk in bed, how can I refuse?” He reached out and tugged on Daniel’s curls. “You can do this—I mean, really, you totally can—but you don’t have to.”
“Yeah, I know that.” Daniel helped Micah off with his jeans and his underwear, so that Micah was lying naked and Daniel was staring at him like a hockey play he was trying to figure out.
“This isn’t that complicated to run, playmaker,” Micah teased. He was charmed by how Daniel was so intent about this, though his smile turned into a little moan when Daniel took his cock in hand. Daniel had big hands, and it felt so good to have one wrapped around his dick. “Mm. That’s—see, you got it. Just, uh.” Micah cast around for a hockey saying and snickered. “Stick handle.”
“Stick handle,” Daniel repeated, and gave Micah a grin that made him swoon almost as much as his hand on Micah’s cock. “Oh, I can stick handle.” He slid his hand up and down, and he looked so delighted that Micah was having a hard time focusing on just how much he wanted to come. “This is—different. Than doing it to myself.”
“Should I be insulted? We’re not all six-foot-three hockey gods, you know.” Micah’s eyes were glued to where Daniel’s hand moved up and down on him.