Just a Bit Shameless (Straight Guys 8)

Dominic watched him suck his cock through heavy-lidded dark eyes, petting Sam’s hair lazily, his body language fucking indulgent, as if Sam was a favorite pet he was humoring. Something about it rubbed Sam the wrong way, but he liked having Dominic’s hands in his hair too much to tell him to stop.

“I’m close, baby,” Dominic warned at some point, a slight tightness of his low voice betraying that he wasn’t as composed as he seemed.

Baby.

Sam moaned and didn’t pull off, fucking his mouth onto the leaking cock and relishing the taste of pure male arousal. He wanted Dominic to come in his mouth, wanted a proof that he, Sam, did that to him. He wondered what Agent 11 was thinking, whether he liked watching a gay kid suck his cock.

He looked up, met Dominic’s eyes, and swallowed his cock until it hit his throat. He gagged a little, but it seemed to do the trick and Dominic came, his breath hitching and his hand gripping Sam’s hair.

Sam swallowed greedily and continued sucking on the softening cock until Dominic hissed a little and pulled him off. Disappointed that it was over, Sam dropped his face on Dominic’s stomach, licking the inside of his own mouth and chasing Dominic’s taste. God, he wanted to do it again.

Eventually, Sam lifted his head and looked at the other man. Dominic’s face was relaxed, contentment rolling off his body in waves. Now he did seem sleepy for real, his fingers playing with Sam’s hair idly.

Sam grinned, feeling pleased and a little smug.

“Come here,” Dominic said.

Sam lay down, pressing his face against Dominic’s shoulder.

“Good job,” Dominic said, dropping a kiss on his head. “Now take care of your little problem, and then we can sleep.”

Sam blinked, surprised that Dominic had noticed his arousal and hadn’t chosen to ignore it.

“Okay,” he said, slipping his hand into his underwear and pulling out his hard cock. Nuzzling his face against Dominic’s upper arm, he wanked leisurely. A part of him marveled at how comfortable and natural it felt. He didn’t feel any awkwardness, even though he was cuddled up to a straight man as he jerked off with said straight man’s permission. It didn’t feel embarrassing. He felt good. Safe, comfy, and turned on. When strong fingers started playing with his hair again, Sam whined into Dominic’s shoulder and started stroking his cock harder.

“That’s it,” Dominic murmured, tugging at his hair a little. “Let go, Sammy.”

Sam did, coming with a moan, his toes curling as pleasure rolled through his body. God, it felt…

He was only distantly aware of Dominic cleaning his stomach with a towel.

“Now sleep,” Dominic said, tucking a sleepy Sam back into his side.

Afterglow. Sam never really knew what it meant, but now he did, because having Dominic wrapped around him after they’d both come felt like the best thing ever. The comforting weight of Dominic’s arm, the little shivers still running up and down Sam’s skin, and the warmth of Dominic’s breath against his temple…. He didn’t want to ever move again. And never in his life had he felt this safe.

Sam slept.

He dreamed of a warm summer day.

Chapter 8

Sam yawned and burrowed his face deeper into his pillow. His pillow moved.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

Sam cracked his eyes open. He found himself looking into Dominic’s dark eyes, their faces inches apart.

“Sleep well?” Dominic said, his voice thick with sleep.

Sam was kind of torn between punching him and shoving him on his back and licking him from head to toe. No one should be allowed to be so bloody attractive and have such a sexy voice to boot.

“Slept like a baby,” Sam murmured, suppressing both urges. “Your arm is very comfy.”

“I’m glad at least one of us was comfortable,” Dominic said, his lips twitching. “My arm fell asleep hours ago.”

Blushing, Sam moved his head to Dominic’s chest. “Better?”

Dominic laughed. “I like you, Sammy.”

Sam grinned against Dominic’s warm skin and kissed him on the chest. “I like you, too.” He did. A little too much for comfort. It wasn’t just physical attraction; at his age, he was attracted to a lot of people. He felt good with Dominic. Comfortable. Tingly and warm on the inside. Like nothing bad could ever happen.

“Do we have to get up?” he murmured, nuzzling into Dominic’s chest. The guy had amazing pecs, but, to Sam’s dismay, it wasn’t the reason he didn’t want to move. “Pet my hair.”

Dominic snorted. “Bossy,” he said, but did as he was told.

Sam hummed in contentment as Dominic’s fingers started carding through his hair. Fuck, he was getting a little bit addicted to those hands. He tried not to imagine how nice those hands would feel on his body; it was pointless to wonder about something that would never happen.

“We do have to get up,” Dominic said after a few minutes of companionable silence. “I’m hungry, and you probably are, too. You’re a growing boy. We should go to the restaurant.” Look for Brylsko.