“More.” Mike rolled his eyes back and arched into Crandall’s touch. Crandall lowered his mouth to Mike’s neck, sucking flesh between his teeth for an erotic combination of pain and pleasure. As Mike writhed beneath him, Crandall inched his finger back. With Mike’s boxers between them, Crandall brushed one fingertip along his entrance.
Mike jumped, and not in a good way. Crandall pressed him down, but pulled his hand out of Mike’s pants. “It doesn’t hurt,” Crandall said against Mike’s neck. He nipped, pinching hard, and then ran his tongue over the smarting flesh.
Mike flinched, but then moaned into the kiss that followed. “That hurt,” he said.
“I know.” Crandall nipped again, and then said, “but buttsecks doesn’t.”
Crandall looked into Mike’s eyes, his lips curling up on one side. “I suppose since you’re so fucking uptight about it, it’s going to burn some, but if you’d just fucking relax, you’d enjoy it.”
“I know,” Mike said on a sigh. He squirmed under Crandall. He was losing his hard on, and he couldn’t honestly blame it on the weed.
Crandall rocked his still hard prick against Mike’s thigh. He tucked his fingers under the waistband of Mike’s boxers, lightly brushing against the trail of hair between his stomach and his cock.
“You know I’m not a masochist.”
Mike laughed, but he could hear the uneasiness behind it. “I know. Shit, Crank, you sound like nothing could be better. If not for you, I wouldn’t even be considering it.”
“So just jump off the fucking fence already.” Crandall slid off the bed, and then tugged at Mike’s jeans. Mike lifted his hips, and pushed pants and boxers away. As the material slid past his knees, he rolled over and reached for the drawer in Crandall’s nightstand.
“Lube’s next to the clock,” Crandall said. Before Mike could respond, Crandall grabbed his hips and bit his left butt cheek.
“Hey!” Mike tried to turn, but Crandall held him down. He kissed the same spot he bit, and then trailed more kisses over the swell of Mike’s ass to the top of his crease.
“Crank, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t.” Crandall licked Mike’s tailbone once, twice, and then a third time.
Crandall straddled Mike’s thighs, and then reached over him for the lube. Mike rolled over, unseating Crandall, but he caught him as Crandall lost his balance.
From just an inch over Mike, Crandall scowled. “Chicken shit,” he said.
“No.” Mike shook his head. “Okay, maybe a little…” He licked his lips, staring at Crandall’s mouth.
“What?” Mike’s gaze snapped up to look into Crandall’s eyes.
Crandall shook his head and shifted his weight to the bed. “So are we going to fuck, or what?”
Mike rolled to his side. He reached for Crandall, his hands itching to touch skin. “Yes, we are. You distracted me.” He hesitated for a moment, but Crandall tangled his fingers in Mike’s hair and pulled him into a kiss. There was no doubt, just heat and desire. It was the same old disagreement – Crandall wanted to top, and Mike didn’t think he could surrender that much – but Crandall seemed content to give it up for the sure thing.
For now. For tonight. Or, at least for an hour or so.
Just jump off the fence.
“What the fuck?” Crandall tugged Mike’s hair, pulling their mouths further apart.
“Nothing,” Mike said.
Just jump off.“Yeah.”
Crandall said nothing. Mike reached back, trying to disentangle his fingers from his hair, but Crandall wouldn’t relent.
“Then why are you fucking kissing like that?”
Mike frowned. “Like what?”
“I was thinking,” Mike said.
Crandall released his hair, and then pushed him supine, crawling over him. “About what?” he asked.
Just jump. He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Nothing.”
With the weight of Crandall’s body pressed along Mike’s, and their legs scissored together, Mike found it difficult to remember what they were talking about. “Okay,” Mike said. He shrugged and wrapped his arms around Crandall.
The passion returned to their kisses at the next brush of their lips. Mike grabbed Crandall’s ass and pulled him closer. Their cocks slid together, and Mike let a low moan escape his throat. Crandall’s words echoed through his thoughts, and was the only that kept him from flipping Crandall to the bed, and fucking him like they often did.
“Wait,” Mike said with a soft gasp.
Crandall sucked Mike’s lower lip, ignoring Mike’s protest. He rolled his hips, nestling closer, increasing the delicious friction between them.
“Crandall…” Mike shuddered. He thrust back, matching Crandall’s rhythm.
Mike shifted his grip from Crandall’s ass to his waist. He tried to still those rocking hips, but Crandall continued to grind against him. “Crank!”
“What?” Crandall scowled down at him for less than a second before lowering his mouth to Mike’s ear, teasing moans and whimpers from Mike in a way he didn’t know he could.
Just… “Crandall… please…”
This time Crandall didn’t lift his mouth from Mike’s flesh to speak. “I told you to shut up.”
“Fuck me,” Mike pleaded. Crandall paused, his mouth froze in an open-mouthed kiss pressed to Mike’s neck. “I want you to…” Mike squirmed under Crandall’s weight, trying to inspire him to move again.
Jump. “Fuck me.”