Just a Bit Shameless (Straight Guys 8)

“I get it,” Dominic said. “I can wait. I’m still virtually a stranger to you. We don’t have to go all the way right now.”

Sam smiled, hugging him tightly. “Thank you! I was so nervous, so scared to tell you.”

Dominic kissed him on the forehead, his lips dry and soft. The gesture of affection felt achingly genuine. “You can tell me anything, Bambi. Always.”

This wasn’t helping his stupid crush.

Smiling, Sam rubbed their noses together, putting his hand on Dominic’s nape. “Okay,” he whispered, breathing Dominic in and greedily soaking up his closeness, feeling a little lightheaded and low-key aroused.

“I like you a lot,” Sam said, trying and failing to convince himself that he was just playing up for their possible audience. “Like, a lot, you know?”

Something flickered in Dominic’s eyes. “Yeah,” he said, brushing Sam’s lips with his own chastely. “Now close your eyes and sleep, babe.”

Sam pouted. “But I wanted to give you head.”

“You can give me head in the morning,” Dominic said with a smile. “Now, close your eyes.”

Sam closed his eyes obediently, though he didn’t expect to fall asleep anytime soon while Dominic was so tantalizingly close.

However, to his surprise, he did.

He woke up to the sound of waves rocking against the ship and to the feeling of Dominic’s hand carding through his hair. Sam decided he never wanted to move.

“Good morning,” Dominic said, his sleep-hoarse voice doing awful things to Sam’s sanity and body, as usual.

“Morning,” Sammy said, pressing a kiss to Dominic’s cheek and shivering when his beard brushed his smooth skin. He slipped his hand down and grabbed Dominic’s morning wood. “I believe I was promised something,” Sam said, smiling sleepily.

Dominic snorted, lay back, and pulled his cock out.

Sam eyed it hungrily for a moment before leaning down and swallowing it.

He sucked it slowly, taking his time and savoring the taste, bringing Dominic close to orgasm and stopping, again and again, until the sleepy, indulgent expression disappeared from Dominic’s face, his muscles flexing and his dark eyes watching Sam with clear frustration.

“Sammy.”

Sam pulled off his cock with a pop and blinked innocently. “What?”

For a moment, Dominic looked conflicted before his hand grabbed a handful of Sam’s messy hair and yanked him roughly back onto his cock. Fuck yeah. Gone was Dominic’s infuriatingly indulgent attitude; now he fucked Sam’s mouth like he actually wanted it, making Sammy feel helpless and powerful all at once. He did this to Dominic. The knowledge went to his head and he moaned around Dominic’s thick cock, letting Dominic fuck his throat and enjoying every second of it.

Dominic was already close, so it didn’t take long. Much too soon, he was coming down his throat, making Sammy whine in disappointment when his softened cock slipped out of his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m so horny now,” Sam complained, pushing his face into the hollow of Dominic’s throat. “I’m dying, Nick.”

Dominic—bastard—laughed. “Poor baby,” he said, dropping a kiss on Sammy’s sweaty forehead. “Where does it hurt?”

“Where do you think?” Sam grumbled, not appreciating Dominic’s amusement. He wondered if it was possible to actually die from sexual frustration.

Dominic hummed, running his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Why won’t you deal with it?”

“Why won’t you?” Sam said, telling himself that he was asking only because it would look strange if he didn’t.

“I’m not going to touch you until you feel that you trust me completely.” Dominic chuckled with a note of self-deprecation. “I’ve never had good self-control, Sammy. If I start touching you, I won’t be able to stop.”

Sam wondered if he’d ever be such a good liar.

“Come on,” Dominic said. “You weren’t shy yesterday.”

“I’m not shy,” Sam grumbled, reaching down to pull his erection out. “It’s just not the same. My hand, I mean. Not as good as when someone else touches me. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers.”

“It can be good,” Dominic said into his ear. “You’re just rushing. Take your time. Tease yourself. Think of something you want.”

Sam pressed his face into Dominic’s shoulder, palming his cock and feeling his arousal surge, honey-thick in his spine and belly. In his mind it was Dominic touching him. Dominic, kissing his inner thighs, his beard rubbing against his sensitive skin. Dominic, sucking his cock, his dark eyes looking up at him. Dominic, licking his hole and fucking him with his tongue.

Sammy pushed harder into his own first, moaning as the images flashed rapidly, blurring together. He buried his face in Dominic’s neck, breathing in his scent. He hoped he wasn’t overstepping, but Dominic didn’t seem to mind. Dominic didn’t seem to mind his moans, either, or the way Sam sucked lightly on his neck as he wanked.

“What are you thinking about?” Dominic murmured, right into his ear. “Me?”

Sam’s hand froze on his cock as he struggled for the right response.

He pulled back a little and eyed Dominic, feeling more than a little confused. He didn’t understand why Dominic was asking that. Did he really want to know? Why?