Dylan groaned as Apollo kissed him. His dick didn’t care that it was supposed to be spent—every kiss ramped his need back up to eleven. His arms snaked around Apollo’s back, tugging his shirt. Apollo raised up enough to pull it off. Dylan could almost hear the chatter in Apollo’s head, and it was more than a little clear that Apollo was kissing him to avoid thinking about the meaning of what they were doing. However, Dylan was totally on-board with the sex-as-distraction plan. Apollo freed from his mental chains was sexy as fuck.
He’d been so sure Apollo had been about to pass on by his room, ignore Dylan’s earlier flirting. It felt a bit like luring a large, feral cat indoors for the night, the victory made sweeter by how damn needy Apollo had turned from the first kiss. The moment Apollo had shut off his brain while Dylan was blowing him had been almost palpable—he’d turned toppier, hands grabbing Dylan’s head, voice getting low and demanding, dick hardening even further in Dylan’s mouth as Apollo seized control of the fuck. Dylan was usually an equal-opportunity kind of guy, but there was something undeniably sexy about when Apollo went all alpha on him.
Like now, Apollo was determinedly licking Dylan’s neck, finding all the spots that made him squirm. Apollo pinned him in place before resuming his attack.
“So sweet,” Apollo murmured, raising his head. His eyes went wide, then narrowed. “Sorry. Closet door is throwing me. Never thought about it before—I keep catching glimpses of us in the mirror.”
“Never done it in here?” Dylan kind of liked knowing that. Something fresh and new was exactly what they both needed.
“Nope.” Apollo laughed. “Never fooled around with a mirror either, but fuck, you’re sexy when you wiggle around and I can watch.”
“Want me to blow you again? You can watch in the mirror.” Dylan wasn’t an exhibitionist per se, but just the idea of giving Apollo a show sent blood rushing to his cock.
“Tempting, but I’d rather fuck you—hell.” Apollo groaned. “I don’t have supplies.”
Dylan groaned too. He wanted to be fucked by Apollo with an unexpected intensity. “All I’ve got is lotion. Didn’t pack condoms—”
“Please tell me you use them,” Apollo growled at him.
“Of course.” Dylan shoved at his shoulder. “But I wasn’t exactly prepping for party central this summer.” Truth be told, he hadn’t packed condoms because shopping for supplies felt like an admission of how desperate he was to get Apollo in bed. It had seemed like a far better plan to just push sex from his summer agenda. Friday might have changed that plan, but he’d been reluctant to trust Apollo’s skittishness for any sort of repeat. “Trust me. I’m going shopping tomorrow.”
Apollo made a low noise in the back of his throat. His frustration was worlds more adorable than his uncertainty when he’d first came into the room.
“You’re a SEAL—surely we can get creative.” Dylan pulled him down for another kiss before this could turn into a safe-sex seminar. As always, Apollo took what Dylan had started and took command, owning Dylan’s mouth with the sort of sucking and licking that had Dylan panting and writhing until their dicks dragged against each other. Their thrusts became more purposeful as their kisses got longer, more intense.
“I want to watch you come.” Apollo turned them so that Dylan was sitting facing the mirrored closet doors. “Fuck, you are hot.”
“So are you.” Dylan arched back into his touch as Apollo fit himself behind Dylan. His sure grip found Dylan’s aching cock and started a slow, sensual rhythm of long pulls. Dylan’s head fell back against Apollo’s shoulder, eyes drifting shut because watching the two of them was almost too intense.
“No, watch,” Apollo urged. “I want you to see how hot you are. The way your face changes is special.”
Dylan tried to keep his eyes open but all he could see was Apollo’s face, so intent, and Apollo’s large hand working Dylan’s cock. The muscles in Apollo’s forearm rippling were far more captivating than Dylan’s own face.
Apollo’s cock was hard against Dylan’s back, and Dylan tried to lean into it. “Damn, I wish we could fuck,” he muttered. His last test at student health back in Oregon had been negative, and Apollo hadn’t done anything in two years and had to get tested regularly for the military. “Maybe...”
“Don’t finish that thought,” Apollo ordered sternly. “Going bare isn’t something you need to get in the habit of doing on impulse.”
You’re so much more than an impulse. But, of course, Dylan didn’t say that. Hell, he tried not to think it because he knew how damn fleeting this thing was sure to be. “Sorry,” he said instead.
“Where’s that lotion?” Apollo pulled back to stare down at Dylan’s tipped-back face. “You’re not the only one who can get brainstorms.”
“Yeah?” Dylan searched around in the nightstand drawer until he came up with the small bottle. Apollo toppled them backward until they were on their sides, Apollo still behind him. He had an idea of what Apollo had planned, and sure enough, a lotion-slicked cock slid between his thighs.
“Ever done it like this?” Apollo kissed the back of Dylan’s neck. This position felt far more intimate, far more exposed, than the jerk-off of a few moments ago, even though the mechanics weren’t that different.
“Uh-huh.” It was hard to talk when Apollo’s hand snaked around and found his cock with a slippery grip. He’d been in enough situations where anal wasn’t on the table for this to be familiar, but was more used to being the guy in Apollo’s position. However, he couldn’t deny there was something seductive about being surrounded by Apollo’s bulk like this. He tightened his thighs, loving how Apollo’s thick length dragged against the underside of his balls.
“So hot.” Apollo’s free arm held him snugly against his warm chest, the hair rasping against Dylan’s back. “Love watching your face.”
His strokes on Dylan’s cock were firm but leisurely, a slow build that drove Dylan out of his head, chased away everything other than this moment. A low moan escaped his throat.
“Sssh.” Apollo turned him enough that their mouths could meet in a clumsy kiss.
“Need this,” Dylan whispered against his lips.
“This what you like?” Apollo sped up both the strokes of his hand and his cock.
“Yeah. Fast. Hard.” Dylan reached back, pulling Apollo’s hips even closer.
“Impatient. We’ll get there.” Apollo chuckled before claiming Dylan’s mouth in another kiss. God, if he could incinerate Dylan’s nerve endings just from this type of rubbing off, Dylan couldn’t wait for fucking. The mere thought of that thick length inside him, insistently thrusting like this had him moaning.
Dylan bumped his ass backward in response, relishing how it made Apollo’s breath hitch.
“Yeah, squeeze me tight.” Apollo groaned into Dylan’s mouth. “God, look at us.”