“But you’re so good at it.” Dustin sounded genuinely puzzled. “I mean last time with your fingers and mouth... You were good.”
“Thanks.” Wes’s nose and ears heated. “But it’s totally okay if you’d rather your first be with someone more experienced—”
“Are you kidding?” Dustin tugged him until their faces were level. “I want it to be with you. All the fantasies you love to make me spew? They’re all you. So you better not back out now.”
“I’m not,” Wes mumbled. You. God, the way Dustin said that—like Wes was everything. Like this meant something more than just two lonely bodies connecting. He wasn’t sure he could live up to those sorts of expectations, but hell if he didn’t want to try. “Just want it to be good for you.”
“Like every other experience with you has disappointed?” Dustin scoffed. “Maybe we should tie you up instead—”
“Hey now.” Wes used his training to roll Dustin onto his back, straddling him and pinning him to the mattress in a smooth move. “No one ties me up.”
“And there’s my bossy bastard.” Dustin laughed up at him, goading him on. “Knew you’d be back. Now fuck me. We don’t have all night.”
That reminder hit Wes like a kick to the nuts—their time together was limited and too precious to waste with stupid insecurities.
“Are you in charge?” He peered down at Dustin. “Because I don’t think that’s what you called me up for, is it?”
“Nope.” Dustin’s grin was wide enough to park an M113 in. “Want out of my head. Want to not think about my family for a while. Or anything really. And nothing makes me not think better than you.”
“That’s me. The drug for stupid making.” Wes returned his smile right before he kissed him, a slow slide of lips against each other, drinking Dustin in little sips, trying to return to the illusion of having all the time in the world. That and kissing Dustin was simply too good to rush. Dustin kissed him back like Wes was more delicious than wedding cake and that was headier than any champagne. Dustin tasted sweet, like he had indeed had some cake, and as always, his little gasps when Wes brought out his tongue went straight to Wes’s dick.
Very deliberately, he fucked his way into Dustin’s mouth—little parlays and flicks until Dustin got the idea, drawing hard on Wes’s tongue until he was fucking his mouth exactly like he intended to do Dustin’s ass. Slow. With more finesse than he’d thought he was capable of. Making Dustin clutch and writhe like this.
“Wes.” Dustin bucked his hips up into Wes’s aching dick. Grinding together, Dustin naked and him clothed drove Wes crazy in the best way possible—such a power trip and head rush right along with the friction and kisses. “Please. More.”
Wes could deny him nothing, and he kissed his way down Dustin’s neck, careful not to leave marks. Knowing what Dustin liked, he licked and nipped at Dustin’s nipples, making him clutch at Wes’s head. “More. God. You made me crazy.”
“Yeah?” Wes coasted his mouth lower still, licking the trail of hair on Dustin’s stomach. “If I blow you, are you going to shoot or can you be good for me?”
“I can be good.” Dustin’s breath came in frantic pants that belied his words.
“Hah.” Using only the tip of his tongue, Wes swiped at Dustin’s dick, tracing the crown, teasing the slit.
“Oh fuck. I love your tongue.” Dustin thrashed under him.
“Be still,” Wes commanded right before he took him deep without warning. He sucked hard, working Dustin’s cock with his mouth and tongue, wanting Dustin every bit as crazed as he felt. His skin sizzled, tight and hot—like he’d spent the day in the desert battling wind and sun. He’d fucked around plenty, but he’d never felt like this, like everything was riding on this one encounter, never cared this much what the other person was thinking and feeling.
“Mmm. Fuck. Fuck. Too close.” Dustin shoved at Wes’s head as he continued to milk Dustin’s dick with his mouth.
“Don’t make me tie you up.” Wes kept his voice ominous even as inside he thrilled to have Dustin so on edge.
“Your punishments sound a lot like presents.” Dustin let out a bark of a laugh. Rolling slightly, he tugged at Wes’s shirt. “Come on. Want to feel you too.”
Like with the shower, Wes couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was that made him uneasy about removing his clothes around Dustin. Maybe it was simply that he liked the power differential when Dustin was the naked one. But even so, he let Dustin push his shirt up and off.
“You never let me touch.” Dustin’s hand swept down Wes’s torso, a light, almost reverential exploration.
“Good reason.” There was only so much of that Wes could take before the back of his neck went prickly. He pushed Dustin back down and reached for the paper bag. “Touching you is so much more fun.”