His grin was immediate. “I won’t,” Jeremy said, pressing a kiss to Charlie’s lips, his neck, his collarbone. His tongue flicked at one hard nipple at the same time that his hands fell on the button to Charlie’s jeans. Jeremy dragged the zipper down. Slowly. Together, they pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips.
“Oh, God.” Charlie’s head fell back against the wall as his erection sprang out into Jeremy’s hand.
And holy. Fucking. Hell.
Charlie was hung.
He had a good ten inches of long, hard, hot cock.
It was like learning that unicorns were real.
“Jesus, Charlie,” Jeremy rasped, standing back enough to look down between them. “Your dick is a thing of fucking beauty. Gonna take two hands to stroke you right.” He gripped Charlie’s cock tight in both hands and twisted his wrists as he stroked. Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have this monster inside him. Because while he’d savored the pleasure of another man’s cock in his mouth, he’d never bottomed before. He’d never been serious enough about another man to give that part of himself away.
The groan that ripped from Charlie’s throat as Jeremy worked his hands up and down his shaft was the sweetest thing. “Wait, wait, wait,” Charlie said. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Jeremy grinned and gave Charlie a lingering kiss. “That was sorta the plan.”
“But I . . .” Charlie swallowed hard and his hand tugged at the fly to Jeremy’s jeans. “ . . . want you to, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Charlie said. He managed to pull the button fly of Jeremy’s jeans open with just the one hand, and then Jeremy pushed his jeans down over his hips. Charlie’s gaze tracked his every move. “Oh, hell, you go commando. And you have a . . . a . . .” Wide eyes flipped up to Jeremy’s.
Jeremy winked and took his dick in hand, stroking it as Charlie watched. He was shorter than Charlie but thicker, and two rings, one a blue circular barbell and the other a silver captive bead ring, hung from the tip of his cock. “A Prince Albert. Well, two of them.”
“Didn’t that hurt?” he asked, his gaze locked onto the movement of Jeremy’s hand.
“Not too bad. And it made me so much more sensitive that it was worth it.” Jeremy flicked his thumb over the piercings on an upstroke.
“Can I . . .” Charlie reached a hand toward him.
“Yes. Touch me,” Jeremy said, pulling Charlie’s fingers closer. A groan ripped up his throat at the first warm, firm grasp of Charlie’s hand around his cock. “Fuck, yes.” His own hand grasped Charlie’s hard length again, and then they were jacking each other off as they alternated watching their hands move with breath--stealing kisses until Jeremy was sure the room spun around them.
Pre--cum coated their tips, and the way Charlie’s thumb swiped over Jeremy’s head, catching the PAs every time, shoved Jeremy right to the edge.
“God, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jeremy said, his other hand cupping Charlie’s balls.
“Me either,” Charlie whimpered. “It’s too good.”
Jeremy sucked Charlie’s tongue deep into his mouth, mimicking what he wanted to do to the man’s cock. Next time. Because there would most definitely be a next time.
The moan that started low in Charlie’s throat was desperately urgent, and Charlie pulled his mouth free from Jeremy’s. “Oh God, coming. Coming.”
“Looking at me when you shoot,” Jeremy said, his heart absolutely racing. “Because I’m going to be right there with you.”
“Aw, now, now. Jeremy.” Charlie’s eyes blazed with lust and pleasure and desire as the orgasm washed over him. He came against Jeremy’s hand, his arm, his stomach.
Watching Charlie’s ecstasy and feeling the warmth of his seed paint his skin was more than Jeremy could take. He came on a strangled yell, and watched as his cum marked Charlie’s fair skin.
God, that was so fucking sexy.
A deep masculine satisfaction roared through him, and it made him want to mark and claim Charlie again and again. In any way. In every way. An odd thought for someone who’d never had more than casual encounters with men before.
Charlie collapsed against the wall, his chest heaving and his face more relaxed than Jeremy had seen in a long time. Maybe ever.
Jeremy smiled as he kissed Charlie’s cheek, the side of his neck, his nipple. And then he bent over far enough that he could kiss the tip of Charlie’s softening dick. He sucked the head into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, and Charlie nearly buckled on top of him. Jeremy chuckled and rose, pinning the other man to the wall. He gave Charlie a long, deep, wet kiss. “Sorry. Just needed a taste. To tide me over.”
“Tide you over?” Charlie asked in a breathy voice.
“Till next time,” Jeremy said. “Because now that I’ve seen your cock, I’m not going to be able to live without feeling it in my throat.”
A shudder ran through Charlie’s body. “Jesus, Jeremy. So . . . you want . . .” He shrugged. “You want to be together again?”
“Dude.” Jeremy leaned in for another kiss, then rested his forehead on Charlie’s. “Yes. Again. And again. And again.”
Chapter 6