Dustin experimented with the angle over his next few thrusts, bending Wes’s legs farther back. “Like this?” he asked.
“Doing great,” Wes assured him. And he was. Not just because the guy was a natural sex God, but because he was him, because this was them, together.
“Oh fuck, feels so good. Tell me...tell me what you need.” Dustin’s breath was coming in little pants, grip on Wes’s legs tightening.
“Harder. You can go harder now.” Wes loved how Dustin was still relying on him to control things, looking to him for guidance. Somehow that made this whole thing that much sexier, knowing that he could make an order and Dustin would follow it, no questions.
“Yeah.” Dustin thrust deeper now, not quite hammering full-strength, but getting there. His face scrunched up. Moving one of his hands from Wes’s leg, he fisted his cock. “What else?”
Watching Dustin’s control unravel was seriously all Wes needed at that moment, but he didn’t push the hand away. “Faster. Go faster.”
“Fuck. Not gonna last if I do,” Dustin groaned, keeping the same slow, impossibly deep rhythm.
“It’s okay. Wanna watch you go,” Wes assured him.
“Not. Without. You,” Dustin ground out.
“Trust me. You going is gonna get me close. You can get me after.” The need to watch Dustin lose control clawed at him, made him clutch at Dustin’s shoulders, pull him deeper, squeeze him tighter.
“Fuck. Not playing fair,” Dustin groaned, finally, finally, speeding up, rhythm stuttering as he groaned.
“That’s it. Go hard,” Wes urged. Watching Dustin unravel, watching those big muscles bunch and tense, eyes squish shut, breath huff like a tank going uphill, was one of the sexiest things Wes had ever experienced.
“Tell. Me. Tell me what you need,” Dustin begged.
“Hard. Don’t stop.”
“More. Tell me more.” Dustin was speeding up now, finesse leaving his strokes, which only made Wes harder, made him crazier.
“Need you,” Wes admitted. “Just you. Oh fuck. Like that.”
“You’ve got me. So much.” Dustin groaned with each heavy word, eyes fluttering open to meet Wes’s, stark truth there.
“Don’t want... Fuck. Don’t want this to end.”
“Trying,” Dustin chuckled, but his eyes were serious, getting what Wes really saying. “Me too.”
“Can’t...can’t be the last time.” Something pulled loose in Wes’s chest, everything he had to give spilling free, truth and need babbling out.
“It won’t.” Dustin’s voice was close to a cry, more prayer and affirmation than statement. “It won’t. You’ve got me.”
“Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.” Somehow, Dustin’s free hand grabbed his, tangling, pressing into the mattress, a tangible connection, every bit as powerful as the fuck. No, not fuck. Wes had been fucked before, and that wasn’t what this was. This was something else entirely, an emotional evisceration even as it rebuilt him, rearranging his every weakness and need, until there was only shared strength. Connection. Bond. Love.
Neither of them said it, but the word hung there between them, potent and true. It was in their eyes, in their linked hands, in every thrust and stroke.
“Fuck. Trying...” Dustin’s body shook.
“Come on. Come,” Wes urged.
“Want...”
“Stop worrying about me. Come for me. Now,” Wes ordered. “I need it.”
That last bit seemed to spark something in Dustin, and he moved faster, more urgently. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna...”
“Yes. Yes. That,” Wes chanted. He needed this every ounce as much as Dustin, the need almost more than he could bear.
“Fuck. I... Oh fuck...you.” Dustin’s fist tightened on Wes’s dick right as his cock pulsed, big body shuddering with his orgasm. Unconsciously, Wes thrust up into that grip, first spurt taking him entirely by surprise as his climax rocketed through him. He’d never experienced anything like this—roar in his ears, the heightened senses, everything crisp and clear like the world after a bomb blast. All he could do was shake, over and over, even after Dustin pulled out, and gathered him close.
“Fuck. I came,” he said, stupidly.
“Yeah, that was kinda the whole point,” Dustin laughed, so much affection in his words that it made Wes’s chest hurt anew.
“Never happened before,” Wes admitted.
“Never?” Dustin peered down at him. “Seriously?”
“Nope. Figured I just wasn’t one of those guys who could get off from fucking. Don’t get me wrong—I like it, but I always got mine after.”
“Well, I’m glad.” Dustin sounded so puffed up and proud that Wes had to laugh.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late. Already gone.”
And I’m already gone over you. Wes stroked his face. “You’re a loon.”
“And you lo...” Dustin trailed off and looked away.
“I do,” Wes said softly, words barely audible. “Not sure it makes a damn difference—”
“It does.” Dustin kissed him fiercely. “Never think otherwise. This. Us. What we feel. It’s real. And I’m not running from that.”
Was that what Wes was doing? Running? Since when are you a coward? He shook his head, trying to shake off the self-recrimination. Anything worth doing is worth doing right. No one said it would be easy. All the motivational posters he’d used to inspire his training in high school came back to haunt him.