Steamroller

“Yeah… okay,” he panted. “So, uhm, no one has ever gotten me this wound up this fast, so I think, uh… bed. Let’s go to your house and go to bed.”

I licked my lips, and he lifted his finger to trace over the same spot.

“You like my tongue,” I teased him.

“I like all of it.” He was firm, taking my face in both hands. “But mostly your eyes are driving me nuts.”

My eyes? “What?”

“Yeah,” he admitted hoarsely, his voice coming out in halting rasps. “I just… they’re really dark and big and beautiful.”

“Baby,” I whispered, “I think you like boys.”

“I like you.” His voice bottomed out. “There is no doubt about that.”

“Does that scare you?” I asked, my voice just barely audible, only the two of us being able to hear.

“No,” he promised.

I turned my head slowly, gently sucked his right thumb into my mouth, coating it, laving it, licking it, swirling my tongue over his flesh and tasting him as I would have never dared to. The shudder that tore through him made me catch my breath.

He exhaled sharply, eyes locked on my mouth. “Please just take me home with you. It’s all I want right now.”

I smiled at him. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

I couldn’t control my grin. “Yes.”

“Oh thank God,” he groaned, grabbing me, turning, and throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman carry. “I didn’t want to have to knock you out.”

“You were not going to knock me—”

“Oh, the hell I wasn’t,” he exhaled as he turned and carried me toward the hedge between Kurt’s house and the neighbors.

“What’re you—oh crap!”

They were tall bushes, but the needles were soft or we both would have been torn to shreds. It was dark on the other side, no lights on in the house there as he put me down and smiled at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Walking us the long way back to my car.”

I took a step back. “You can’t be seen with me?”

He stepped forward. “I can’t be seen with anyone or it will make the news.”

“You know, maybe this—”

“No,” he cut me off, hooking a hand around the back of my neck and yanking me forward, using his thumb under my chin to tip my head up. “I’m coming home with you. You said I could.”

His thumb was tracing up and down my throat as he eased me closer.

“This is a bad idea.”

He grunted and then bent and kissed me.

I parted my lips under his, and his tongue slipped into my mouth, finding mine and tangling. His arms were tight around me as he lifted me a couple of feet off the ground and walked me backward, gently knocking me back against the side of the deserted house.

He pinned me to the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing, grinding, needing the friction on my suddenly hard, leaking cock.

His whimper was deep and low, so very sexy, and I felt a tug and then heard the jingle of a belt buckle before the snap and the zipper.

It wasn’t a good idea. Anyone could see us. Well, they could if they were looking in the darkness, between the houses, around the side.

I gasped when his hand slid over my stomach, under my shirt, across bare skin now covered in goose bumps. I wasn’t cold, it was him. All him. I was a quivering ball of arousal.

“I just want to… oh God,” he groaned, raw and husky as he reached under the elastic waistband of my briefs and fisted my erection.

I jerked as his fingers tightened and then started slowly stroking. “Stop. I’m still a bit tipsy and you don’t—”

“I wanna touch it… it’s like velvet in my hand.”

Swallowing hard, I pushed in and out of his grip, not caring that the head of my shaft was drooling onto his fingers. “Get your pants down.”

“What?”

“Get out your dick, put it next to mine.”

His breath caught. “No, I—”

“Do it now or put me down.”

He plastered his rock-hard chest to mine, shoving me against the wall, not taking any chances that I could wiggle free. I heard the clink of metal and then another snap and zipper before he eased back and let me sink down around his hips.

His cock was huge, with a wide mushroom head. When I wrapped my hand around it, I felt the heavy veins and the silky glide of his skin. My thumb slid through sticky precum, and I smeared it over the slit.

He shuddered under me, and when I took both cocks in hand, pressing them together, the two lengths rubbing, skating, and sliding, he caught his breath.

“Feel good?”

All I got was nodding.

“You want to bury your cock in my ass, don’t you?”

More nodding.

“We could do it right here, right now, and—”

“Want the bed,” he whispered roughly, his breath ragged, coming in halting gasps as our cocks slid together faster, the play of hot skin on hot skin blocking out everything else.