Wheels Up (Out of Uniform 4)

When he returned between Dustin’s legs, it was as if a switch had been flipped on changing the tenor of the fuck. Everything hotter, more intense, more connected. His body felt tighter this way as Wes pushed inside again, more sensitive, and linking eyes with Wes as he entered him was one of the single best moments of Dustin’s life. Wes made that sound again—joy and wonder and relief and possession all tangled together—and Dustin moaned right along with him.

“Fuck. You’re tight. Still with me?” Wes’s hand returned to Dustin’s cock.

“Yeah. Love this.” Dustin shoved a pillow under his head so that he could look up at Wes easier. “Go as hard as you need to. I can take it.” I want to take it. God, please give it to me. Dustin’s body thrummed with a need he’d never known before.

He hitched his legs up around Wes’s waist, tilting his body right as Wes adjusted his angle. Electricity shot up his spine and his cock leaked, not coming, but awfully damn close, from nothing more than the exquisite pressure. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“God, I love it when you go crazy. Love listening to you.” Wes thrust faster now, eyes never leaving Dustin’s.

Dustin had had sex before, good sex even, but nothing so freaky intense as this. It should have been weird, feeling someone inside him, but nothing—nothing—had ever felt so right in his life. And it wasn’t simply about their bodies and how amazing they felt joined together. It was every conversation they’d shared, every confidence and late night secret, every connection they’d made, all intensified by this moment, brought together into something he didn’t quite understand other than that it was big, more than he could hold alone. But he didn’t have to. Wes was right there with him, every stroke, every look, every moan.

“Can you get there?” Wes’s hand sped up, his pulls stronger now. His face and neck muscles were taut and sweat gleamed on his chest. “Need to see you go.”

“Want this to last forever.” Dustin was far past playing coy, bald truth all he was capable of.

“Ha.” Wes gave a strangled laugh. “Me too, but you’re too fucking hot. Got me right on the edge.”

“Yeah?” Dustin loved knowing that. He arched up into the touch, taking Wes deeper than before. “Fuck. Me too.”

“Dustin...” Wes’s voice shook. It was the first time he’d moaned Dustin’s name, and it undid something long bound up in Dustin’s chest. “I need...”

“Take it. Take me. Harder.” Dustin’s body vibrated, coiling tighter, waiting, for what he wasn’t sure. More bone-rattling thrusts. More moans and gasps from Wes. More strokes on his needy dick.

“Dustin. Fuck. Never thought...” Wes’s eyes shut and his teeth dug into his lip.

That. That was what Dustin was waiting for. His name, spoken in such reverent tones. Wes lost to his pleasure. Sharing this between them—this first. This only. This everything.

“Gonna...don’t stop.” His own eyes slammed shut as the orgasm started to take hold. And fuck. This was different. It started in his ass, undulations of sensation, one right after the other, so hard it almost hurt, the way his body was clenching. Then it spread to his dick, momentum carrying the climax with it, larger than he could control, huge shudders as he came more than he’d ever had before. Felt like he was wrung out, limp in the best way possible.

“Oh my God.” Wes’s voice broke right as Dustin sagged against the mattress. Another thrust, two, and Wes was shaking, primal sounds coming from his throat. And Dustin could feel him pulsing deep inside him, and wasn’t that the best, weirdest sensation ever, someone coming in him. He hated the condom at that moment, wanting to feel all of Wes.

“Oh fuck. You broke me.” Wes panted as he pulled out. And okay, that wasn’t exactly pleasant, the first really uncomfortable sensation in this whole endeavor. “Sorry. Sorry.”

After discarding the condom into the trash can next to the nightstand, Wes collapsed next to him, pressing kisses to Dustin’s shoulder, then neck, and finally his mouth. It wasn’t sexual, not with them both so newly spent, but it was sensual in a way he’d never known kissing to be. A celebration almost. Gratitude for what they’d shared. He tugged Wes close, leaving no gap between their bodies.

“You making me your blanket?” Wes’s smile was so tender that Dustin’s heart pinched—he wanted this for every damn night of his life. He wanted so much more than his sorry ass deserved.

“Don’t go. Not yet.” He wasn’t ready for this to be done, wasn’t ready for the inevitable goodbye and avalanche of guilt.

Wes didn’t answer, smile turning sad and aching, before he kissed Dustin again. And everything was in that kiss—all the feelings they dared not give name to, all the longing, all the wishes and regrets and needs, all piled together.