Up in Smoke (Hotshots 4)

“Hard is good.”

“Yeah, it is. You hard now?” Brandt asked even though he could still see the lump in Shane’s jeans. But he wanted to see even more. “Get it out.”

“I think you’re forgetting who’s giving the orders,” Shane complained even as he lowered his zipper and withdrew his cock. Brandt liked the feel of it against his when they rubbed off a lot, but he also liked the chance to admire it from a distance. Long. Thick. Smooth. Wider near the base, less of a flared head than Brandt, but still so fucking sexy. Shane gave himself a stroke as he returned to his take-charge voice. “You keep touching.”

“Oh, I will. The more I touch, the more turned I get. There’s a certain level of horniness...hard to describe, but it’s like my ass wakes up, demands some of the attention.” A blush crept up from his chest, a new level of warmth. He’d never tried to explain this to anyone else before.

“It awake now?” Shane nudged Brandt’s foot again, urging him to spread his legs. And fuck, Brandt wanted that, wanted to be on display for Shane, wanted him looking at Brandt’s ass like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

“Uh huh.” His ass clenched reflexively the more Shane stared him down. “You looking at me like that does it for me.”

“Good. Show me what you do next.” The tip of Shane’s cock was damp and Brandt wanted to taste it almost as much as he wanted to keep the show going.

“Sometimes I go slow, play around with my balls and outside of my hole.” He swept a hand over his balls, pausing to tug them lightly. “But more often, I go ahead and get the lube.”

He grabbed the tube. It was half full, so Shane probably had a good idea of how often Brandt played like this. But instead of embarrassed, all he felt was emboldened. Damn right he liked playing with his ass and Shane liked watching, and the intersection of the two wants was perfection. Already, he was harder than he could remember being.

“So much rushing,” Shane chided as he leisurely stroked his own cock, far slower than Brandt could ever manage. “It’s a wonder you don’t jump out of the plane at two thousand feet.”

“Ha. Fair point. But it’s hard to go slow when I know how good it can get.” Slicking his fingers up, Brandt started tracing little circles around his rim, trying for the tease, but already wanting more. He pushed a finger in, and immediately his hips rocked upward, seeking.

“Tell me. How’s it feeling now?” Shane’s whisper was seductive as fuck, commanding but curious too.

“Tight. Alive. Like I want more.” His own voice was needier now, little moans escaping as he worked his finger deeper.

“Do it. Can you do two?”

“Ah...” He’d been about to add the second on his own, but having Shane direct him was hot as fuck. His ass pinched as he scissored his fingers a little. He pulled his legs back more so he could go deeper. “Yeah. That stretches. But it’s good. So good. Hard to keep this position though which is why I love the toys. Easier to reach.”

Withdrawing his fingers, he quickly put a condom on the largest of the toys and lubed it up.

“Sure you’re ready for that one?” Shane’s hand sped up a little and his breath hitched. “It’s big.”

“You’re bigger.” Brandt wasn’t going for flattery. Shane was wider than the toy for sure, probably a little longer too, and damn Brandt couldn’t wait to have him inside of him.

“True.” Shane’s rough breathing said he’d liked the compliment, but he somehow managed to sound vaguely interested not dying for it like Brandt.

“You like that thought, don’t you? You fucking me.”

Still with the too-calm tone, Shane gripped his cock tighter. “You know I do.”

Maybe showing off wasn’t the best use of Brandt’s time. Need rose up in him, other fantasies he’d waited far too long to make reality.

“Do you want...”

“Not this time.” Shane’s voice was far more even than Brandt’s. His smooth control only served to make Brandt that much more determined to see him unravel. “I want to see you take that toy. Want you to come on it.”

“Damn. I’m regretting not making you sit closer. Wanna touch you.”

Giving a dirty chuckle, Shane gestured at the slicked-up toy. “I think your hands are about to be a little busy...”

“Fuck right.” Spreading his legs wider, Brandt positioned the toy at his rim. “So, everyone’s a little different, at least judging by porn. Some go fast. Some go slow, ease it in, little by little.”

“I don’t even have to guess which camp you’re in.”

“Guess I am predictable. Get through the stretch part so I can fast forward to the part where I’m all full and the pressure on my gland is so good. That’s when I like to linger a little, edge until I can’t stand it.”